As I slowly roused myself out of a deep sleep, I found myself hoping and pleading, hope against hope that my birthday wish that I'd foolishly made just under two months ago on October 28th had finally ended but as I opened my eyes and saw myself not only wearing a red soft and fuzzy sleeper with a diaper bulge around the hips, not to mention being in a crib and of COURSE having my nose assaulted by the fumes coming from my diaper I knew that there was no ands if's or but's.. I was going to be spending Christmas in diapers and being treated like a 19 month old despite being 17.
My name is Josh and let me tell you all about the stupid wish that ruined my life.
I've always been into diapers, for as long as I could remember and I've also always loved the idea of being treated like a little guy and naturally, all of this went hand and hand with the though of being teased, tormented and left in stinky diapers, the dark side of my fetish that went with the cute and fun.
Now, I'd like to make it VERY clear that if I had known or thought for a single second that those silent wishes you make when blowing out your birthday candles could come true then there was NO god damn way I would of wasted it on this never ending torment. If I'd know birthday magic was real I'd have like Superman's powers, be ruling my own island nation and could just have hot daddies diaper and tease me whenever I was off being awesome, goes without saying right?
anyways instead as my parents held up the paw patrol cake (gotten last second when my parents and Little brother had actually forgotten it was my birthday and this was all they could find) and I blew out the candles, I did what all 17 year old 5'6 semi chubby and glasses wearing in the closet diaper boy brunette's do, I wished to be treated like a little diaper baby, both seen as smol but also tormented like my life was being written by one of those super mean diaper fanfiction writers.
Just my luck some genie or fairy or whatever you wanna call it was actually paying attention because while I had gone to bed in my teenage room and in a pair of boxers well..
I woke up the next morning in bulky diapers, a blue sleeper and in the middle of filling the back of said diaper while trying to figure out the FUCK I was wearing and what had happened to my room.
See, all of the Mortal instrument's posters, the twilight posters, my collections of novels and videos and the like? All gone. My computer desk? replaced with a fully stocked changing table complete with a large trashcan that proudly labeled itself judging by the writing on the the side of it as 'Joshie's diaper pail'.
A toy chest so full of stuffed toys was in a corner and the hardwood floor had a plush light blue carpet on it.
I naturally reacted like anyone would, crying out what the fuck as I kept loading the back of my diaper, pulling myself up via the rails on the crib and found my muscle control to be weaken my legs wobbling and I think it went without saying that any and all attempts to clamp off what I was doing? No good and I just started pissing myself instead as the last of the mess came out.
Now don't get me wrong, in a ideal situation, being in a room like this and packing a diaper like a champ? this would of been hawt as fuck to me but the fact all of this was happening without me setting it up put any and all fetishy enjoyment I would of gotten out of it on the back burner.
The door to my room/nursery opened up and as I looked over my 12 year old little brother came in, wearing a undershirt and boxers and wrinkled his nose even as he smirked.
"Geez baby bro, can you quiet it down, we know, your awake and making presents but you don't have to shout and wake the whole house up." he chuckled, coming over and with a single push sending me plopping onto my stinky back side and making me shush up and squeak.
"Ugh.. that was dumb of me.. that's gonna make changing you a nightmare.. your lucky your so cute Joshie." he said and then lowered the crib rail.
As I tried to ask him what was going on, how was he so cool with all of this he just scooped me up, something that despite him being in MUCH better shape then me should of been impossible, or at least his his dirty blond mushroom cut hair plastered to his forehead with the effort but somehow he carried me out of the crib and over to the changing table with apparent ease.
It became super clear as he just went 'uh-huh' and 'for sure' to my constant stream of verbal protests and questions that all he was hearing was baby babble or the like as he undid the crotch snaps of my blue sleeper and then after inspecting the diaper, effortlessly managed to tug the sleeper off of me.
"Man o man.. I really shouldn't of.." He whined, closing his eyes and whimpering, then shaking his head and smiling as he looked at me. "your lucky you have the best big brother in the world and your so cute baby bro, Otherwise I'd totes leave you in this till the nanny got here. Mom and dad already left for work."
Him going on about a nanny made me pause, we had a cleaner sure who came by while we were in school and our parents were at work but whatever had happened (I still hadn't linked it yet see) had made it so I wouldn't be left home alone.. or have to go to school like this, which, was a blessing of sorts I suppose.
One long and smelly diaper change later, where I found out not only was my big boy hair gone but also my naughty bits were in a cock lock (Which meant they all saw/treated me like a little kid baby but knew I was a big boy?) and I was in a clean diaper and ended up crawling behind my Little.. I guess now big brother as he lead the way to the kitchen.
'Guess it works out our rooms are on the first floor' I'd thought and was wondering exactly how this was all gonna work out, why he hadn't dressed me when I saw the high chair and groaned both out load and mentally.
Anyone who's ever had a baby knows you don't waste time dressing them when you go to feed them, it's just a waste of a outfit.
scooped up again with ease and secured in place, all I could do was try and ask big bro what was going on even as he tied a bib around my neck and then went into the pantry.
"Man, your talkative this morning. Makes me wish I knew what you were saying." he teased.
"you and me both." I sulked, a sulk that only got worse as he came out with a box of lucky charms for himself.. and a over sized jar of baby food for me, Spinach and prunes flavor.
"ick, Sorry Joshie, we're running low. Miss Yana is gonna have to go shopping today. It was this or the Brussel sprouts and cabbage flavor and I know how gassy that makes you and if you have to go shopping." He said, not finishing the thought as he opened the jar and made a face at the smell, then dumped the contents in a bowl and set it in the microwave to heat up.
"Man, I'm glad I'm not you, I don't know how you mange to keep those love handles with how that stuff smells and must taste!" he joked, pouring his bowl of cereal and wolfing it down fast.
I was confused at first till it dawned on me, ironically as the microwave dinged that it was done why he had rushed eating.
he was gonna spoon feed me!
Second later this was confirmed as a bib reading I was number 1 at going number two was tied around my neck and then a long and insulting process of 'here comes the airplane' started as I was slowly fed the baby food which much like he said.. smelled bad.
and tasted worse.
one 'fun' feeding later and sucking on a bottle of formula that while not fantastic tasting was at least better then the icky baby food, there was a knock on the door while Big bro was getting his books and the like in his backpack and he went to answer it, leading Miss Yana, the 45ish Mexican cleaning lady who apparently had been bumped up in duties into the kitchen.
"I already changed him and fed him for you, though with how thirsty he seems to be this morning he's gonna be super gassy." Big bro was saying as she smiled.
"your a good big brother." she praised him "And your a lucky boy to have such a loving big brother aren't you Joshie?"
I made a verbal reply that was anything but nice, but since they didn't seem to understand what I was saying they just smiled and assumed I was playing along, score one for me.
He caught her up on the fact she'd have to go shopping and then coming over he kissed my forehead and told me to be a good boy and I, while trying to at least play along and to be nice since he had really, been a good big brother even if this wasn't exactly what I wanted went to put in the effort to say love you.. and just let out a massive belch instead, getting a laugh from him as Miss Yana snickered.
"that's one way of saying I love you." She teased as he laughed and agreed, then took off for school.
One thing people don't tend to take into account when they wish they were being treated like a baby is just A) how very little actual freedom you have and B) how mind numbingly boring it gets and FAST.
Case in point? after being burped to get the rest of the gas out and then dressed in a light green diaper shirt and a pair of shorts and socks, I was dumped into a semi play area fenced off by a baby gate that i should of been able to step over with ease but my weaken legs meant the only way i could manage to stand up was if I was holding onto something and the play area was JUST out of reach of the wall.
given some stuffies and baby toys to play with and Disney jr. playing on the tv, if it wasn't for the fact I was trying to piece together what was going on I'd of been bored out of my skull.
right around the time I was wetting myself for the third/fourth time (hey don't judge me, when you have zero control it's hard to keep track!) it hit me exactly what was happening, that this had been all fall out from my birthday wish and I mighta started to get a little worked up and fussy.
Which Miss Yana seeing a big baby huffing and whining and getting grumpy and fussy after a big breakfast of what I had just assumed what anyone would of and stepped into the play area and scooped me up, my head over her shoulder and singing softly in Spanish and she bounced/ rocked me gently.
now most of you likely know what she was trying to help me do, but for those of you who were like me and confused, let me explain:
She thought widdle diddum's (aka me) was backed up and needed help making uh-oh's and so was helping and yeah spoiler everyone: her little routine worked and the poo coo express didn't so much take off out of the station so much as set a speed record as I let out a massive load in the seat of my diaper, whimpering and gurgling into her shoulder.
and so began not just days, but weeks of being treated like a little guy, getting nothing but baby food and formula in my guts and being seen apparently like the baby everyone treated me as, since somehow no ones said a freaking thing the whole time.
Like you'd of thought SOMEONE at the grocery store would say something when Miss Yana takes me there, or at least when I was in a stroller and being pushed though the mall while doing Christmas shopping, which, let me tell you, you don't know the true meaning of mortifying till you've broken down bawling because you've pooped your pampers in a pair of dress pants and a dress shirt and sitting on Santa's lap for a picture.
worse then all of this though, is I think somehow the magic of Christmas (Yeah I believe in magic now, wouldn't you!?) is affecting my birthday wish.
with my naughty bits locked up I've been semi daydreaming about having some of the mean and unfair treatments like I'd read in those stories my favorite author does and -gulp- some of it is starting to come true
You need proof? just listen to a few examples.
Having grandma and grandpa coming over with presents, and gushing and coo'ing over how big and strong my now big bro is getting while he flexes, then coming over and looking disappointed while staring down at me in my play area. Not because I was still a baby but for a MUCH worse reason of:
"I thought you were gonna start putting the little cutie in dresses to make nappy changes easier?"
"Not now mom. we don't wanna mess his head up." Came mom's reply.
"Well I know what he'll be wearing around OUR house when we babysit." grandma huffed and then pinched my cheeks. "Who's gonna look super cute and frilly in this pink and white party dresses? you are! yes you are!"
Now while I may of started gurgling and coo'ing and clapping my hands while she was saying that, be assured that that was baby instincts taking over and I don't wanna rock out in frills.
Still not enough to convince you? How about my cousins while visiting, while having one of them distracting Big bro, all taking turns ripping farts in my face as revenge for having to smell my stinky diapers? I smelled so bad afterward mom thought I somehow got into the diaper pail and i got a five minute semi lecture and swats on my pampered rump about staying away from it.. and yes before you ask: the swats while not hurting ere enough to make me well.. bawl like a baby.
Still not enough? How about a rare treat of chocolate pudding for desert, Dad stayed behind to feed me while mom and big bro went to watch tv.. and then he ate 3/4's of it and put a finger to his lips for me to stay quiet about it and then smeared what was left on my cheeks, chin and bib, denying me my first taste of big kid food in weeks!
what's really worrisome is they're getting semi meaner the closer we get to Christmas and I have a baddd feeling I know how this is gonna end and spoiler: it isn't with me waking up Christmas morning back to being a big boy.
Still, in theory if I can survive Christmas and maybe new years, there's nothing really keeping me as a baby for holiday magic after that right? RIGHT!?
..Ah poopie diapers.. Cupid. Ok so after February.. I just have to keep my marbles together till then..
I could tell right away I was on the money Christmas morning when as I was woken up, my diapers full from not getting a change the night before and super soggy from all the formula I'd been fed, I was taken downstairs without a diaper change despite my buns getting SUPER itchy and whining and gurgling to big bro, trying to make it clear I wanted a diapie change.
As we were passing by a laundry hamper on the way to the living room AND big bro didn't have a paci on hand he nabbed a gym sock of his from the hamper and -gag- balled it up a little and put it in my mouth.. and my stupid horrible nursing instinct's took over and I started to suckle on it even as I whined and whimpered.
"Hey be grateful I found a sock before a pair of undies. Been having problems with skid marks." Big bro teased, getting me set up not in my play area where I could of at least gotten off my stinky and sore butt for a while, but in my high chair meant right on it.
"Too true." mom added, surprising both of us. "you keep turning the back of your undies brown and Joshie won't be the only crinkle butt in the house, only the cutest." she teased.
"Is there a reason he's sucking on a sock?" Dad asked.
both him and mom with in night robes while big bro was in baseball themed jammies and my stinky butt was rocking out a red sleeper and oh yeah: A shit filled diaper that the fumes were starting to make me lightheaded!
"oh well, it goes in with his stink loving habits he's getting." Big bro lied quickly. "Just like how mom has to keep him out of the diaper pail, I've been catching him huffing and noming on my socks, and normally I'd stop him but hey, it's Christmas!"
"Heh, good point. I guess I can supervise while he has his head in the pail latter." Mom chuckled as I just suckled on the sock and kicked my legs trying to spit it out and say one of the few words I could: "no!" but whatever powers to be that were in power here not only decided that the sock was staying right were it was, but that I'd end up nodding my head yes and give happy gurgles. Not exactly the way you wanna start off your Christmas morning but sadly I know, it was only gonna get worse.
Trapped in a stinky diaper, sucking on a sock and bun's burning I didn't think i could get more huffy over everything that was happening to me, and it turned out that I was wrong as my brother unwrapped all of his gifts and it was all basically stuff I had/newer versions of it that really cemented that I'd been replaced as the big brother.
Yeah i KNOW that the shitty diapers burning my bun's should of been more of a sign but to that I say: Shut up, you're thinking will be messed up too if you went though what I was!
Making things even worse, the toys and the like I got, while I expected baby toys and wasn't let done, not a one of them were new.
with the sock out of my mouth and me babbling away and just glad to be able to drool the taste out, Big bro just smirked and ruffled my hair.
"Awww you likely huh Joshie? I told mom and dad they didn't need to waste money getting you new stuff, I know how much you look up to me and wanted my old toys, even if some are semi broken." Big bro coo'ed and naturally because of the head pats, I couldn't help myself and tried to nuzzle into him.
"See? he loves him's big brother~"
I swear to god, if I could of bit him I would of.
With all the presents unwrapped it was time for breakfast, though mom, dad and big bro left me in my high chair in the living room since I was SUPER stinky at this point, leaving me ignored and smelly and with just a teddy bear missing best part of it's stuffing to play with as I tried to focus on some, anything other then the burning on my butt.
Ironically if I was a real baby I think I'd be bawling my head off by now but whatever magic was at work and making me suffer made sure I left the adults/big kid alone and suffered in semi silence as I popped my thumb first in my nose and then whining loudly but unable to stop myself, in my mouth making me scrunch up my face, a less then pleasing taste in my mouth and having to huff my diaper stink, the smell burning my nose and making me more and more lightheaded.
though ironically my thumb, even having been up my snot tasted better then the sock so you know, small victories.
I was treated almost as a after thought as half a hour later, with my eyes semi glazed Dad came out with a bowl of baby food for me, making a face and as he set the bowl down he was waving a hand.
"Whew, your just the gift that keeps on giving aren't you Joshie?" he teased, tugging my thumb out and then started to slowly feed me my breakfast, belching every now and then and letting me sniff that they'd had bacon and sausages and making me even more jealous.
The glazed look in my eyes and my sluggish movements were misread as less from having to suffer my own toxic fumes for so long and instead as I need a lil nap, and a diaper change first and mom and dad were fighting over who'd get the 'pleasure' of changing me.
"I'll do it momma and daddy! I don't mind!" big bro said and they gushed over what a great kid he was and he came over, holding a hose as he got me out of the high chair and then held me out with ease at arms length, but I was totally willing to forgot every mean thought I'd had about him, till we got back to my nursery and he had a evil gleam in his eyes.
"Ready for your next present captain stinky pants?" He asked in a cruel mocking tone.
If I hadn't already filled the diaper to the bursting point and whatever magic was at play kept me from leaking, I think I would of made a bean bag chair sized mess at that moment.
Big bro's 'present so to speak was that after he got me out of my shit swelled diapers and had me laying on the changing table, tummy down and was airing my booty out for a bit but while he was doing that, he'd taken one of my diaper (Of which I noticed we were getting distressingly low on) and taped it.. around his own hips?!
"heh, don't I look silly Little guy? wearing a diapie like I'm just a BABY like you?" He taunted, coming over and then turning around, shaking his butt in my face and I started to giggle, he DID look silly and I made the mistake of thinking that maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
That was when he suddenly pressed his diapered ass to my face, reaching back and grabbing the back of my head to make sure I couldn't get away, and unleashed rotten fart after rotten fart with them getting wetter and wetter and it didn't take a genius to see where this was going.
I squirmed and tried to get away as much as I could but the same factors at play that let him scoop me up with ease meant I wasn't going anywhere and then he was filling the diaper loudly and face, hot mush pushing it out and around my face.
"From me to you stink lover, merry Christmas." He sneered, grunting and forcing the last of the load out and somehow it smelled even WORSE then mine!
I wish I could say that was as bad and as awful as it got, that after making me sniff and smooch his shitty diaper butt for awhile he just finished changing me and put me down for a nap but sadly I can't, 'big brother' intended for this to be a multiple part gift.
As in he soon slid the shitty diaper down and despite my babyish cries of 'no! no!' trapped his stinky diaper around my hips, the back of it pressing against my groin and making me wanna cry out and sob!
was it any wonder that with as upset as I was during this, that I missed the fact that while he was adding two more diapers, these facing the right way, that he was using itching powder not baby powder?
And while I might of missed what he sprinkled as I blubbered and sucked on my thumb, it didn't take long to notice as i squirmed around like crazy.
"Sheesh, such a little wiggle worm!" Big bro teased, scooping me up and walking over to the crib, dropping me in uncermonesly. "Shut your mouth and keep the noise down dummy. if I have to come back in here and change you or get you up before 2 hours are up your gonna wish for something as nice as what i just did." Big bro said and then winked. "Merry Christmas dumbass, and happy birthday. still enjoying your wish?"
My jaw dropped and he just laughed, walking out and leaving me wondering how much he knew, if he had known the whole time or if this was Christmas magic at play.
whatever the case, it was clear that with the magic going all out and Big brother being part of it, this wasn't ending anytime soon and realizing that I might spend the rest of my life as a stinky drooly baby made me blubber and hug a stained teddy bear close and get the only escape I could, know that I was far from freed from my magic hell.
The end.. for now.
