(Finished) Ryans Story -- (Author) LittleJ123

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Mar 29, 2022 at 2:08 AM
Content: Hey Everyone!

So I've gone back and forth mentally about trying my hand at writing some ABDL stories for fun. I've read plenty of them, and always thought it would be cool to do. This is a fictional story about a boy named Ryan, and a fictitious condition I invented called: "Still Age". It's basically where an individual starts to regress (Like dimentia or alzhimer's), but also includes physical changes (Like getting smaller/younger).

This is an ABDL story, and will contain regressive content (stuffed animals, bottles, etc.) as well as the use of diapers/pull-ups (wetting, messing, etc.).

Everything about this story is fake. Real life correlations with names/places mentioned in this story are only coincidences. This story is being written in real-time. I will continue to release new chapters as I write. Enjoy!

“Ryan’s Story”
Chapter 1

“Have these lapses in memory been happening more frequently, Ryan?” Principal Clement looked up, and peered at me through thin spectacles. I wiped a swoop of my light blond hair off of my forehead, and scratched at my freckled nose.
“I guess…” Was all I could say. She sighed. “Listen, our physical education teacher has reported that you’ve been consistently loosing weight. Your home room teacher has noted that your grades have declined recently in english, and math - two subjects that you typically do very well in.” She bit the pen she was holding with her lip and looked down again - examining the reports in front of her. “This is also the second time this week you’ve been sent to the nurse’s office because of an…accident.” The way she stressed the last word made me wince. I looked down at the floor. My eyes becoming misty. Principal Clement removed her glasses, and placed them on the desk. She shifted her gaze to the light gray stuffed animal wolf partially exposed in my backpack. I had spotted him in the nurse’s office, and the nurse let me keep him - probably out of pity for me showing up with wet pants again. “What’s his name?” Her tone sweetened a little. I shifted in my chair.
“Lucas.” I replied. Principal Clement picked up her glasses, and put them back on - her resolve returning with them - and sighed again.
“Ryan, you’re a good kid. I’ve been talking with the guidance counselor. He has confirmed that this is odd behavior and is suspect that you have Still Age.” I looked up suddenly, and she noticed my tears. “Oh, there, there…” She reached for a tissue and offered it to me, I took it and blew my nose. “It’s nothing to be upset about, and it certainly isn’t your fault. I’ve been in contact with your parents over the last week, and we are in agreement that you should take some time off from school to work through things. They should be here soon to pick you up. When you’re feeling better and your parents are comfortable, you can start again alright?” I nodded gently - my head reeling with thoughts and emotions.

I didn’t know much about Still Age. It was a recent phenomenon occurring in developed nations and cities with higher populations. I had heard that the condition apparently had no direct cause and wasn’t contagious. It would happen suddenly, and turn fully-functioning adults back into little kids in a matter of months. I had heard a couple of kids at our school a few years back basically became toddlers and were moved to another school shortly afterward. My parents and I had moved to this town recently, and I had tried desperately to fit in. It was already hard enough being the quiet, skinny one. Not even six months into my time here, I started experiencing these weird emotional waves, occasional memory losses, and yes, accidents. Now the principle and my parents wanted me to leave school? Trying to adjust the first time had already been hard enough. I felt confused, lonely, and broken.

“I know the last couple weeks have been tough for you, sport.” My dad tried to console during the drive home. “Look on the bright side, at least you get some time off from school!” My mom gave him a look from the seat beside him and he shrugged.
“Honey, we think it will be best to take things slowly while we figure this out.” My mom offered, trying to sympathize while at the same time attempt to soften dad’s statement. I was silent in the back seat - staring down at Lucas in my backpack on the car floor. His muzzle had a slight rise in the corners - almost as if he was smiling a little. Not in an overly cheery way, just content. I hadn’t noticed it before, but looking at it now, it was as if he was trying to cheer me up. I reached down, and picked him up - squeezing him tightly in my arms. Mom and dad both glanced back in shock, and then looked at each other with perplexed and helpless expressions. The car ride home was quiet after that.

Dinner at home was mostly quiet. Mom made chicken tenders, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli. I poked at my food at first - too much on my mind to think about eating. Dad noticed, taking a sip of his soda, and wiping his face with a napkin.
“Come on bud, eat up.” Mom gave him a look again. He nodded and resumed eating.
“Ryan, your father and I have been talking with the principal…” I looked up as my mom continued. “…She told us about a private program for Still Age kids. Most families can’t afford it, but we hired a specialist that can work with you on things like memory, emotions, accidents…” her voice trailed off on the last one. “She said that several families have seen success with the program. That’s why your father and I decided to enroll.” She smiled feebly, and my eyes grew wide.
“I thought you said we were going to take things slowly…” I could feel my emotions beginning to well up again.
“Sweetie, we are. We just want to make sure that we’re doing everything we can to help you get better. Then you can go back to school and move on with life.”
“Move on? move on!” I started to shout. “All we ever do is try to ‘move on’!” I felt my face getting hot. “We just moved into this town, and now I’ve been moved out of this school!”
“Now Ryan,” (it was rare my dad actually used my name) “That’s not fair. You know your mother and I have to travel for work.”
“I know…” My voice softened. “I just wish things were different.” I started to cry.
“Honey.” My mom got out of her chair, and came over to hug me. Dad did the same. “I know it’s hard moving all the time, but in time you will adjust to this new town.”
“We’ll get through this together.” My Dad chimed in.
“If you were ever here…” I thought to myself.

I woke the next morning feeling groggy. I had tossed and turned a good portion of the night - too much in my head to find rest. The weight of everything hit me at one point, and I cried myself to sleep. Waking up this morning, I felt the telltale clamminess that I had become so familiar with recently. I had wet the bed. My mom came in - fully dressed in her professional collared blouse and slacks.
“Good morning, Ryan. You father and I are leaving shortly, but we wanted to be here when the specialist arrives. We made you breakfast.” She approached the bed and I rubbed my eyes - Lucas was standing off in the corner of the bed (he must have shifted there during the night). He was still smiling - his head tilted to one side.
“Oh my goodness!” My mom exclaimed when she noticed the wet patch on my sheets. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Let’s get up, and I’ll take care of those sheets.” I slipped out of bed - my sodden pajama bottoms feeling chilly - grabbed a light-blue t-shirt and some gray shorts and stumbled to the bathroom to shower. My parents had decided to put a waterproof covering on my mattress a few weeks ago when I started wetting the bed, so after my mom collected the sheets, all she had to do was wipe the covering down. When I came out of the shower, my mom was finishing making my bed.
“Sorry, Mom.” Was all I could say.
“Honey it’s not your fault. Now go downstairs and eat breakfast before it gets cold.”
“Yes ma’am.” I went downstairs and saw a plate of eggs, bacon, and green beans on the dining room table. Dad was fully dressed in his light gray suit with a white, tieless collared shirt. He was tapping away on his laptop in the living room, and looked up briefly to smile and wave at me before returning to his typing. I took a seat at the table, and ate breakfast. My mom came down the stairs talking on the phone - I assumed with someone from work.
“We are on our way in just a minute. My husband and I had to deal with a family issue…No, no we’ll still be there on time.”
“Family issue? Was that all I was to them?”

After I finished eating, I took a gulp of my orange juice and grabbed my plate to clear it from the table. The doorbell rang, and I dropped the plate - startled. Luckily, It was plastic. It rattled on the kitchen floor and my parents both looked over with surprise. I sighed, shrugged and picked it back up - placing it in the sink. My dad and mom went over to the front door and opened it. Standing in the doorway was a sprightly young women in her mid twenties. She was tall with an average build, strait blond hair that curled slightly at the ends, and brown eyes. She was wearing gray canvas shoes, light blue jeans that rolled up at the ankle, and a white shirt with thin black stripes. Over her shoulder was a large bag with several openings and multiple storage compartments. She was lovely - With an air that felt more like an older sister or maybe a cousin. If my folks hadn’t told me about enrolling with a specialist, I would have assumed they just hired a sitter.
“Good morning!” She smiled and the room seemed to light up. “I’m Kristy Sparks.”
“Good morning!” My dad replied and my mom followed suit. They took turns shaking hands.
“Please, come in.” My mom offered. Kristy entered the foyer, and removed her shoes. I realized that I had been frozen at the kitchen counter for a moment, and I finished rinsing my dish, and walked over to my parents - standing at their side.
“Hello Ryan, nice to meet you.” Kristy smiled and I felt a strong wave of shyness sweep over me.
“Hi.” I’m not good with introductions.
“If we can, I’d like to talk with you both for a few minutes before we start.” Kristy motioned to my parents.
“We’re actually running a bit late for work, but if we get going, we can talk with you over the phone on the drive there.” My mom offered.
“Sure.” Kristy answered politely.
“Goodbye, bud.” My dad turned to face me and ruffled my hair. “Be good for Miss Kristy while we’re gone.” I smirked and looked down at the floor.
“See you later tonight, Honey.” My mom kissed me on the forehead. They both waved to Kristy and myself while leaving in a hurry - closing the door behind them. Kristy set her bag down near the living room couch, and turned her attention to me.
“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” She asked inquisitively.
“Yeah.” I was somewhat embarrassed about the dynamic, she was so pretty, but much older than me. Something about it made me feel like a little kid.
“Okay, cool!” She perked up. “I’ll chat with you folks while you get ready, and then we can talk a little bit about what you like to do for fun. Sound good?” I nodded and smiled a little - maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth. For some reason, I felt compelled to grab Lucas from my bedroom, and my stuffed wolf and I peered down the staircase from the top to look down at Kristy. She was seated at the living room couch with her phone over her ear, and her leg crossed over to support a binder with pages where she was making some notes.
“Accidents at night? Yes, how long? a month. Okay. How about during the day? Gotcha…”
“She’s getting the full lowdown.” I whispered to Lucas. “Wipe that silly grin off your face, this is serious.”
“Ryan?” Kristy whispered, looking up at me. She motioned for me to come down and smiled - resuming talking on the phone. I reluctantly proceeded down the stairs with Lucas in my arms, and sat down on the couch across from her. Kristy waved to Lucas as if he were a member of the family that she hadn’t met yet. Before realizing what I was doing, I grabbed one of his paws and waved back. She snickered a little, and then perked up to something my parents said on the phone. She made a few more notes in her book.
“So far, everything we’ve discussed is fairly common in kids I work with. I approach things with a relaxed and tailored pace. If either of you have any questions or thoughts, don’t hesitate to call… It was a pleasure to meet you both…Bye for now!” She hung up, and made two more notes in her binder.
“I guess now you know everything about me…” I shrugged - feeling exposed. Kristy shook her head somewhat dramatically.
“Not even close! Like…what’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” Her pen hovered above her binder expectantly. The question caught me off guard, but before I could even think, I blurted out.
“Vanilla.”
“I see…” Kristy made a note in her book - writing more dramatically than before.
“What’s your favorite color?” She braced her chin like a thoughtful interviewer. I looked down at my shirt and smiled
“Blue!” I liked this game.
“Most intriguing…” She scribbled on the page. “What is your wolf’s name?”
“Lucas!” I answered. He practically jumped out of my lap.
“And how old is Lucas?” Kristy raised an eyebrow. I paused, perplexed.
“I don’t know…I just got him yesterday.” Kristy’s face lit up.
“He’s recently adopted?” I nodded. “How cool!” She scribbled some more, and then closed her book. She walked over to the kitchen sink and began washing the dishes. I sat at the dining room table, and placed Lucas beside me.
“Let’s play a game.” Kristy announced. “I’ll say two different things and you choose which one you like best. Okay?”
“Okay.” I was starting to like her.
“Alright, first one…Cowboys or astronauts?”
“Astronauts.”
“…Dinosaurs or aliens?”
“Dinosaurs.”
“…Pizza or mac and cheese?”
“Mac and cheese.”
“Swimming pool, or the beach?”
“Pool!” Kristy nodded in response and placed another dish in the strainer.
“Baseball or soccer?”
“Socc….” My pants grew warm. I froze - looking down at the seat and watching in horror as the wetness trickled off the chair and started to sprinkle onto the tile floor.
“Ryan?” Kristy stopped washing, and dried her hands. “Oh my!” She raced over to my side and I began to cry.
“Shhhh…It’s alright…shhh. Let me help…stay put.” She grabbed her bag from the living room and brought it over to me. She gently lifted me off of the chair with surprising strength, and stood me up on the tile. “Let’s clean you up first…” She kneeled down, and proceeded to remove my shorts and underwear. I was mortified, but remained silent. Kristy grabbed a pack of baby wipes from her bag, and removed one - gently cleansing my bottom and between my legs. She repeated the process with a second wipe for good measure, and then opened her bag once more. My eyes grew wide as she presented a pull-up.
“These will keep you dry in case you have an accident.” She reassured me.
“I don’t know…” I sniffled.
“Here, look…” Kristy lifted up the pull-up and pointed to the design. “They have planets and stars on them.” My eyes grew wider at this. I had to admit the design was cool.
“The stars are special because they only stay when you’re dry. If you keep your stars all day, the next time I come you can wear your underwear, okay?” I nodded. I felt like I was in a daze. “Good.” Kristy smiled softly. She kneeled back down, and opened the pull-up for me to step into. I placed a hand on her shoulder to stay steady. One foot, and then the other stepped in. She then gently slid the pull-up between my legs, and ran a finger through the leg gathers to ensure they were in position.
“All better!” She gently tapped my bum, and I blushed. Kristy took my wet shorts and underwear and placed them in a plastic bag. She got some paper towels and cleaning supplies from the kitchen cabinet, and cleaned up the dining room chair and floor. I stood off to the side in my pull-up and t-shirt holding Lucas awkwardly. I looked down at my pull-up. It felt similar to underwear, but with more thickness between my legs. The sides were blue, and the center was white with planets towards the top and a row of light yellow stars down the middle. The sides where stretchy, and the center was soft. It was very comfortable. Kristy finished cleaning everything up and threw away the evidence. She then washed her hands.
“Follow me.” She motioned walking towards the front door. “I need your help to bring some stuff in.” I started behind her, then froze.
“What about my pants?” I asked meekly. Kristy turned back around at the front door and shrugged.
“Don’t you think it will be easier to see your stars without them?” She had a point. I nodded hesitantly, and she smiled - turning back around again to open the front door. “Come on.” I sheepishly followed her out of the house and over to her SUV - my pull-up making crinkling noises as I walked. Luckily there was no one outside - I was hoping I wouldn’t be seen without my pants. My parents and I did just move here though, so we don’t know a lot of our neighbors yet. Perhaps if someone saw me it would just look like a little kid in his pull-up. I calmed down once we got to the car. At least I had some cover. Kristy opened the back hatch, and revealed several clear storage bins with plastic tops. One had art supplies: crayons, paper, coloring books, paint, and paint brushes. The second had water guns, a small inflatable pool, and water balloons. The third was filled with blocks and legos. The fourth contained stuffed animals and several books.
“Here…” She picked me up again with ease, and placed me inside the back of the SUV. “Pick one bin to bring inside today.” I looked back and forth for a moment. “Don’t worry too much about choosing just one, I always keep them in my car. You can pick a different one each day if you’d like.” I crawled across the car to the bin with the blocks and legos and smiled.
“This one.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah!”
“Alright, scoot it this way, and we can pull it out together.”

Kristy and I brought the storage bin of blocks and Legos to the living room, and placed it on the couch. Lucas was on top of the bin, and I picked him up while Kristy opened it.
“Wanna see a waterfall?” She asked with a playful tone. I nodded. She then dramatically tipped the bin over on the couch, and all the blocks and legos came crashing onto the living room floor. I stepped back as the blocks covered the ground around me and giggled.
“I thought you might like that.” Kristy smiled. “How big of a tower can you build?”

I spend the next half hour in the living room strategically placing blocks and legos on my growing tower. Kristy had brought me some juice in a stout little cup with a lid. I thought it was babyish at first. After knocking the cup over in an attempt to grab a block, I noticed that it didn’t spill any juice on the floor. Kristy told me that’s why she picked that cup. I didn’t protest anymore after that. We played together for a while, then Kristy went to the kitchen to make lunch. I continued building with blocks.
“My tower is almost taller than me.” I thought to myself. “Only a couple more…” I grabbed a long green block and held it up to the top. “Too long…” I tossed it back on the floor, and grabbed a red block that was a little smaller. “Perfect!” I had to stand on my tippy-toes to reach the top. Lucas was watching with suspense. I barely managed to place the block, and used my finger to gently scoot it in place. I brought my feet back down flat on the floor, and sighed. My pull-up grew warm. Not like the feeling I had at the dining room table, but this strange sensation as my wetting spread inside, flowed down into the center, and became absorbed by the core. I looked down at my pull-up. The front had swollen some, but over all it still looked the same. Planets up top, white center with a dull yellow middle. “Wait, that’s not right!” That’s when I noticed: The stars were missing!

“Ryan, Lunch is ready.” Kristy peered into the living room from the kitchen - unable to see much accept the top of my tower. “I made turkey and cheese sandwiches.” She placed our plates on the dining room table, and walked into the living room. She smiled when she saw me. I had completely covered my body with the remaining blocks on the floor, and only my head and shoulders were visible.
“Did Lucas bury you?” Kristy gasped. I nodded - naturally playing along.
“He likes digging in blocks!” I giggled from inside the pile.
“Can he dig you out so you can come eat lunch?” She asked. I shrugged. Kristy knelt down, and picked up Lucas. She playfully used the stuffed wolf to gradually brush blocks off me - making dog noises all the while. I giggled some more. When most of the blocks were off, Lucas began to tickle me instead. Kristy tickled my sides and stomach and I laughed - kicking my feet up - defenseless. That’s when she saw it.
“Hey squirt, it looks like you wet you pull-up while you were playing. Let’s get you changed before we have lunch, alright?”
“…okay.” I stood up, and Kristy lead me over to her bag near a block-free spot in the living room. The process was much faster without my pants, and within moments I was changed and wearing a fresh pull-up.
“All clean!” Kristy announced, taking my rolled up used pull-up to the trash can and washing her hands. I scampered off to grab Lucas, and Kristy and I both met at the table to eat.

After lunch, Kristy and I went back into the living room, and snuggled up on the couch to watch a show. We lay across the chase together. I noticed that in the last couple of weeks I had been feeling more tired in the mid-afternoons, but today I found it nearly impossible to stay awake lying safely on Kristy’s lap. I dozed off a couple times, and woke back up to the telltale feeling of wetness spreading across my pull-up. Kristy shifted a little - with my bottom on her leg, I’m sure she could feel what was happening. She just gently reached over, gave my hair a ruffle, and stroked the side of my cheek.
“You’re a good boy, Ryan.” She whispered. I felt my whole body relax with that statement. I was finished wetting, and could feel the swollen padding between my legs. It was a lot that time. I don’t know why, but I instinctively placed my thumb in my mouth, and began sucking on it. Kristy continued stroking my hair softly as we watched the show.

When the show was over, Kristy picked me up and placed me back on the couch where we had been before. She grabbed her bag and changing supplies. I was still a bit groggy from my little nap, and she proceeded to change me lying down on the couch. I snuggled with Lucas while Kristy ripped apart my pull-up’s seams at the sides, and wiped me down.
“It looks like this one was almost at capacity…” She muttered to herself while feeling my rolled-up pull-up. She reached for her bag, and hesitated when she couldn’t find another pull-up.
“I was considering one of these for better protection, and given we’ve used all my pull-ups, I think it’s our only option for now.” She pulled a diaper out of the bag, unfolded it, and lifted my legs. She slid it under my bottom. The padding was much thicker and softer underneath me than the pull-ups. Kristy applied some powder, and then brought the center of the diaper up between my legs. She positioned the tabs, and tested the leg cuffs with her finger. I was fully awake now - after all the sensations of being diapered.
“All set kiddo.” Kristy gathered her supplies, and placed them back in the diaper bag. She went to the kitchen to wash up, and I rose from the couch to stand. Immediately, I noticed the thickness of the diaper. The outside was cloth-like to the touch, but still crinkled when I moved. The inside was soft and cottony. The padding started almost up to my belly button, continued all between my legs, and fully covered my bottom. My light blue t-shirt didn’t hide it at all. I grabbed Lucas, and headed for the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Kristy asked from the kitchen.
“To play a video game…Is that alright?”
“Sure!” She smiled. “I’m going to call a new family, and then I’ll work on dinner. When you’re done, come back down and we can clean up these blocks.”
“Okay!” I said excitedly. I toddled up the staircase - my diaper crinkling every step of the way.

I went into my bedroom, and sat down in front of my little TV and game console. I would normally try to play from my bed, but sitting on the floor felt more appropriate. Plus, my diaper’s padding around my rear created a nice cushion between me and the floor. I turned on the TV and console, and placed Lucas beside me to watch. I played for about a half an hour. During gameplay, I felt the urge to pee, but when I started to get up, I felt myself begin to wet my diaper, so I just sat back down and wet while playing. It was a crucial part in the game anyway, so it was convenient to not have to get up. Just like the pull-ups I wore earlier, the center grew warm and expanded a little, but it was much harder than my pull-ups to visibly tell I was wet. My diaper basically looked the same. I figured Kristy wouldn’t notice.

About another half hour later, I finished the level I was playing, and felt myself getting bored with the game. I was going to put in another game, but I could smell something tasty being cooked downstairs. I turned off the game, grabbed my stuffed wolf, and scampered down the stairs to the kitchen. I felt a rumbling sensation in my stomach as I went down the stairs, but I assumed it was nothing. Kristy was stirring a pot on the stovetop. She already had plates set up at the table, and a few of the left over chicken tenders from last night had been re-heated, and were ready as well.
“Hey Bud! Having fun?” She looked down as I toddled around the corner into the kitchen. I set Lucas down at the dining room table.
“Yeah!”
“What game were you playing?” She asked.
“Mario Brothers.” I smiled.
“That’s a fun one! Maybe we can play together sometime?”
“Sure! I have two controllers.” I looked up at the pot on the stove. “What are you making?” Kristy smiled at this.
“Want to come see?” I nodded again, and came closer to the stove. To my surprise, She picked me up, and placed me on her hip - She resumed stirring the pot with her right hand, and her left arm was supporting my padded bottom. The pot was filled with macaroni pasta. She had just added the cheese, and was stirring it all together.
“What do you think?”
“Yummy!” I giggled.
“I though you would like it.” Kristy continued to stir. Suddenly, I felt a squirt, then a trickle. I started wetting my diaper again. The pee started to saturate the front, and then began to spread to the back padding where Kristy’s arm was holding me. She looked over at me and smirked, but didn’t say anything. I blushed. She just continued stirring. When the mac and cheese was blended together, She placed me down to go take a seat at the table, and brought the rest of the food down to eat.

When we were finished eating, I was stuffed. The rumble in my stomach was more intense now, and even sitting on the dining room chair, I felt little waves beginning in my abdomen. I had wet my diaper again during dinner, but it held everything without a problem. I realized that the diapers held a lot more than the pull-ups. I guess that’s the benefit of more coverage and thickness.
“Did you like the mac and cheese?” Kristy asked while wiping my face with a wet nap. I nodded and smiled. “Good! Let’s clear the table, and then you can start cleaning up the blocks while I wash dishes.” Kristy grabbed her plate, and I grabbed mine. I got up from the table and followed her to the sink. The padding in between my legs was swollen, and some of the padding around my bottom was wet too. My diaper felt thicker and squishier then before. She noticed I was walking a little strangely.
“You okay Ryan?” I nodded quickly - concentrating on trying to hold my bowels. “Here, let’s put that dirty dish in the sink…” I handed her my plate, and she started to wash. “Alright, go get started on cleaning up, and I will join you when I’m done washing.” With this, she patted my bottom. I shuddered, and waddled out of the kitchen to the blocks in the living room. Kristy finished washing the plates, and started washing the chicken container, and the macaroni pot. I started to bend down to grab the storage bin the blocks would go in when it happened. Poop began to slide into my diaper. It came out slowly at first, and then started to increase. I bent my knees, and leaned forward. It was all I could do in a wave of relief, and comfort - the sensation of a mess filling my seat. The padding around my bottom expanded away from my body, and then dropped some. I had been trying to hold it for a while, and the mess had filled the back of my diaper and spread a little in between my legs. I sighed - wetting some more. With the mess all out of my body, my stomach felt great. I picked up the storage bin, and resumed cleaning up the blocks. Feeling more like a toddler than ever before, I crawled around on the living room floor in my loaded diaper - gathering blocks, and playfully letting them crash into the storage bin.
“Great job cleaning up! I’m so proud of you.” Kristy praised from the kitchen. I noticed that several blocks had rolled underneath the couch, but crawling wasn’t low enough to reach them. I sat down on the floor next to the couch - the mess in my diaper spreading between my legs and across my bottom. From this angle, I could lean forward, and scoop them out with my hand. I gathered the stray blocks, and crawled back over to the middle of the room where there was a small pile still left to put away. I plopped down again, and was finishing filling the storage bin when Kristy walked into the living room.
“Wow! You made quick work of this.” She cheered. I heard her sniff. “Ryan, do you need a change?” I was seated next to the bin facing away from her, and shrugged. “Here, let me check…” I turned beet red as she used her finger to pull the back of my diaper away from my bottom - revealing my mess. “Phew! It looks like you certainly do! Not to worry, we can have you all cleaned up in no time flat.” The emotion in her voice made me embarrassed, but all things considered, I was expecting a much worse reaction from her. It felt good to know that she wasn’t shocked. Instead, her matter-of-fact demeanor seemed to imply that she expected me to use my diaper. Kristy grabbed her diaper bag, and strapped it over her shoulder. She then picked me up, and placed me on her hip again. The squishy mess felt uncomfortable, and I started to squirm. “Stay still…” She instructed while climbing up the stairs. She took me into the bathroom, and placed me to stand next to her. I was feeling fussy in my messy diaper, especially without Lucas nearby. Kristy spread out a changing mat that was rolled up in her bag, and laid me down on it. After pulling out her supplies, she proceeded to undo the tapes of my diaper - revealing my mess. I would have expected some condescending remark, but she didn’t say anything. Her eyes were full of understanding, and I couldn’t help but watch her caring expression as she used the front of my diaper to scrape the bulk of the mess into one spot. She then wiped my diaper area clean. After the front was wiped, she lifted up my legs, and cleaned my bottom.

After she was finished she rolled up my used diaper, washed her hands, and removed my t-shirt.
“How about we finish up with a bath? It’s about that time anyway…” She smiled warmly. My heart melted at this.
“Okay.” I replied - feeling exceptionally little. I stood next to the tub - naked. Kristy turned on the faucet and started to draw a bath. When the water was about a quarter full, she pulled a bottle of super bubble bath soap from her bag.
“I always keep a bottle of bubbles for times like this.” She began to pour a stream into the water and hundreds of bubbles began to form. “Oops!” She exclaimed playfully - dumping a significant amount of the bottle into the tub. I giggled. When the tub was nearly full, Kristy picked me up, and placed me into the water. I sat down, and the warm water and suds embraced my body.
“A bath is not complete without some buddies…” Kristy announced - pulling out a rubber duck, some toy fish, a little plastic sailboat, and a toy scuba-diver - taking turns plopping each into the tub. The duck and boat stayed afloat, but I had to search through the bubbles for the rest. I smiled with joy. This was the best bath-time I ever had.

Kristy and I spent some time playing with the toys in the tub. She would strategically wash me periodically, starting with some shampoo on my head, and using the bubbles and a scrunchy to get my shoulders and stomach. The way she did it, it didn’t really feel like I was bathing - just playing and occasionally having something scrubbed or rinsed. When I was all clean and the bubbles were starting to die down, Kristy unplugged the drain.
“Where are you pajamas, Ryan?” Kristy asked.
“The second drawer in my bedroom.” I blushed - suddenly remembering I was naked. She retrieved my jammies from my bedroom, and put them on the bathroom sink counter - placing a fresh diaper on top of them.
“Wearing one of these for bed is probably a good idea…” I looked down at the floor. She was right. Kristy lifted me out of the tub, and immediately wrapped me in a towel. She began rubbing my head and sides with it, and I giggled. When I was all dry, She laid me back down on the changing mat, and slid the fresh diaper underneath my bottom. She applied a generous about of powder before bringing the front padding up between my legs, and securing the tabs. She stood me up, and helped me into my pajama tops and bottoms. The bottoms had some trouble going up over the diaper, and it was a warm night, so Kristy decided I could go without them. I crinkled down the hallway to my bedroom in just my pajama top and diaper, and Kristy followed me. She pulled back my bed sheets, and I hopped under the covers.
“I almost forgot!” She put a palm to her forehead dramatically. “We can’t go to bed without Lucas. I’ll go get him…” She was almost out of the doorway when she stopped and turned back around.
“Would you like anything to drink Ryan? A glass of water perhaps?” I hesitated to answer.
“Mommy and daddy said that I shouldn’t drink before bed…” The way I referred to my parents surprised me after I said it.
“I don’t think that’ll be much of a concern tonight.” Kristy shrugged - looking at my diaper. Again, she was right.
“Some water would be great. I am kind of thirsty.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Kristy returned with my stuffed wolf and a sippy-cup of water. She set the cup next to my bed, and handed the wolf to me. I hugged him tightly. She pulled a storybook out of her bag, and proceeded to read to me. I wish I could recollect more of the story, as the way she voiced different characters made it very interesting. Being freshly bathed, diapered, and snuggled up with my plushy in bed made it challenging to stay awake. It felt like minutes before I was out cold. Kristy stopped when she noticed I was asleep.
“Perhaps we’ll finish another night…” She whispered - giving my blond hair a gentle stroke “Goodnight Ryan.”

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Timestamp: Apr 1, 2022 at 5:08 PM
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B4BYnaruto said:

part 2?

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Yes! Coming soon.

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Timestamp: Apr 1, 2022 at 5:09 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Good story !!!

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Timestamp: Apr 1, 2022 at 5:10 PM
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LittleJJ said:

Good story

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Apr 1, 2022 at 5:14 PM
Content: Hey Everyone!

I really appreciate the positive feedback! Here's part 2:

Chapter 2

I awoke to the soft glowing of the sun coming through my bedroom window, and the faint sound of the front door closing down stairs. I rubbed my eyes gently - feeling well-rested. Upon waking, I noticed I was still clutching Lucas in my arms. I held him tight all night long. I shifted a little in bed, and could tell the sheets were dry - a feeling I hadn’t experienced in a while. I also noticed the bulk of the diaper I was wearing, and sat up in bed to take a look at it. There was no mistaking I had wet last night. I could instantly feel the soaked core, and even the padding around the backside was saturated. However, my diaper did its job, and held up completely. I heard my bedroom door softly creek open, and Kristy peered into the room - checking to see if I was awake. She was wearing light blue jeans with a yellow colored t-shirt.
“Good morning Ryan!” She smiled cheerfully. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah.” I smiled - waking up.
“That’s good.” She walked over to the bed, and gave me a hug. She took advantage of the proximity, and gently stuck a finger through the leg cuff of my diaper - in between the padding and my bottom. “Looks like your diaper is a bit damp, let’s change you before breakfast.” She gave my head a stroke, and I blushed. “My supplies are downstairs…” She nodded in the bedroom door’s direction, and rose from my bed to leave. I stretched, and plopped out of bed - feeling like a toddler. I waddled behind Kristy out of my bedroom and down the stairs - my bulky diaper making the trek feel cumbersome.

Halfway down the stairs I noticed Kristy’s bag in the living room. Next to it were two large cases of diapers. It seemed that she prepared to be changing me a lot more today.
“I suppose she expects me to use my diaper…” I reasoned to myself. I relaxed almost without thinking, and a fresh splash of warmth spread between my legs as I stood at the base of the stairs in the living room. Kristy had removed the changing pad from her bag, and had things set up on the living room floor. She turned when she noticed me standing still for a moment.
“Come on, squirt. I don’t want you to leak.” She patted the changing mat with her request, and I toddled over to it and sat down - feeling the padding squish under me. Kristy unfastened my diaper’s tabs and opened it up. She wiped my diaper area clean, and then unfolded a fresh diaper from her bag. She lifted my legs, and wiped my bottom before sliding the fresh diaper underneath, and applying some light ointment. She pulled the padding up between my legs, and fastened the tapes.
“All done!” She smiled - rolling up the used diaper, and putting her supplies away. I rose from the mat, and instantly recognized the lighter, fluffier feeling of a fresh, dry diaper. “Would you like to watch a show while I make breakfast?” She asked.
“Sure.” I replied. Kristy turned on the living room T.V. I watched cartoons while Kristy worked in the kitchen.

When breakfast was ready, Kristy called from the kitchen, and I left the living room to join her in the dining area. She picked me up, and placed me on the chair - which was a little odd because I was capable of doing it myself, but I didn’t mind her help. She gave me a cup of juice, a bowl of fruit, and a plate with two waffles. Next to that, she placed some maple syrup. She set a small bowl of fruit at her seat next to her morning coffee, and we started to eat. I was having some trouble separating pieces of the waffle, so Kristy took a knife and fork, and cut the waffles up for me in bite-sized pieces. I smiled with delight as she drizzled the maple syrup all over them. They were delicious. I picked up my cup to take a sip of juice, and noticed it seemed bigger than yesterday. I had to hold it with two hands while I drank.
“It is a beautiful day outside…” Kristy observed - looking out the window while taking a sip of her coffee. “How would you feel about taking a trip to the beach?”
“That sounds fun!” I exclaimed excitedly.

When we were finished eating, I went to get ready while Kristy cleaned up. I dashed up the stairs to my bedroom and grabbed my favorite t-shirt. It was white with a cool ocean wave graphic on the front. I also grabbed my deep blue swim trunks, and frowned when I was reminded of my diaper. I wondered if the added bulk would be noticeable under my suit. I walked to my bedroom closet and grabbed my sandals and a light gray bucket hat.
“Ryan?” Kristy called as she walked up the stairs. “Where do you keep beach towels?”
“In the hallway closet.” I answered. Kristy stopped at the closet door in the hallway, and grabbed two towels for her and me. She went back down to the living room, and packed the towels in her bag. When she was finished, she came back up the stairs to my bedroom with a couple wipes, and a swim diaper.
“Ready to get dressed?” Kristy asked. I nodded - looking at the clothes I had gathered. Kristy removed my pajama top, and undid the tabs of my diaper while I was standing up. She wiped my diaper area briefly, and then unfolded the pull-up style swim diaper. She assisted in steadying me while I stepped into the diaper. She slid it up between my legs, and then had me step into my swim trunks. She opened my t-shirt, and helped me put it on. She placed the bucket hat on my head and playfully pulled it down over my eyes. I giggled. Finally, Kristy put on my sandals.
“All ready!” She cheered. “Give me just a minute to get dressed myself and then we can go.”
“Yay!” I exclaimed. Kristy went to the bathroom, and I went back down to the living room. A few minutes later, she emerged in a light sun dress over her two-piece swimsuit. She put her other clothes away in her bag, and grabbed some flip-flops, and her sunglasses.
“Oh! I almost forgot.” Kristy thought out loud. She grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from her bag, and applied some to my face, ears and neck. She also applied some to herself. “We don’t want to get sunburns.” Kristy and I headed out the front door, and to her SUV. She opened the back, and placed her bag inside, then we went around to the side of the car, and she opened the door. There was an adjustable car seat in the side spot. She configured some adjustments, and then picked me up and set me down in it. It was a perfect fit. She fastened the seatbelts over my shoulders and around my crotch, and I felt more like a toddler than ever. With me all secure and safe, she closed the car door, and went around to the drivers side.

As we pulled out of the driveway and headed down the street, Kristy opened the car windows. She turned on the radio, and some surf rock music was playing. The soft breeze and the sunny day combined with the surf rock was bliss. I felt comfortable and happy in my car seat. My swim diaper wasn’t as thick as my regular diapers, but it still provided some padding in the seat. I swung my legs happily, and looked out the window. Kristy glanced at me from the rearview mirror and smiled.

When we arrived at the beach, Kristy parked the car and came around to let me out of the car seat. She placed me on the ground, and we both walked to the back of the car. Kristy fetched her bag, and let me take some water toys from one of her bins. I grabbed a bucket, shovel, and two water gun pistols. Kristy locked the car, and we walked down the sandy coastline. The beach was pristine - with calm steady waves, bright smooth sand, and a sky with very few clouds. There were a several people far off, but since it was a weekday, we had an entire stretch of beach to ourselves. Kristy paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.
“What a perfect day!” She smiled. I looked around. It was very seldom that my parents and I did fun things together. I couldn’t remember the last time we had been to the beach. Kristy looked down at me and smiled. She started to walk. I followed her as she walked further down towards the water. She set up a sheet on the sand, and placed her bag on one side, and her flip-flops on the other. Kristy helped me remove my sandals. We used my sandals to weigh down the sheet as well. I was arranging some of my toys when I glanced over as Kristy removed her sundress. She was wearing a light yellow two-piece bikini. It was fitting for her cheery personality. She applied some more sunscreen to her neck and shoulders. Her body was slender and toned. Her skin was light, but had seen the sun. Several freckles were scattered on her back and shoulders. Her arms were lightly cut. Her chest was symmetrical - with a slight tuck at her hips and light ab definition on her stomach. She could have been a swimsuit model.
“Ryan, come here. I need to put some more sunscreen on you…” She motioned, and I walked around to her side. I took off my hat, and she removed my t-shirt. She squirted a generous amount of sunscreen from the bottle, and liberally covered my shoulders, back, arms and legs. When She was finished, she put my shirt back on. I was toddling halfway back to the toys when she spoke again. “You don’t have to wear your swim trunks if you don’t want to.” The extra bulk did make my pants feel cumbersome. I realized that without them my swim diaper would be on full display. I looked around for a moment - checking to see how far away other beach goers were. “There’s no one around, I just thought you might be more comfy.” Kristy shrugged.
“Okay.” I nodded - tugging at the drawstrings. Kristy walked over to me and bent down - untying my swimsuit’s drawstrings, and sliding them down. I felt the cool breeze blow across my legs and thighs, and I blushed. I stepped out of the swim trunks, and she put them in her bag.
“Wanna build a sandcastle?” Kristy’s eyes lit up with the question.
“Yeah!”

For the next half hour, Kristy and I played side by side in the sand. She would dig the bucket into the sand - filling it up, and turn it upside down to make a tower. I would use the little shovel to smooth it out, and finish the details with my hands. We built an impressive little cove with towers all around. I was working on one of the towers when I felt the urge to wet, and released almost without thinking. The sensation was different from my regular diapers, and I felt the pee splash the front padding and spread all over. I continued patting the sand - almost in a daze - and briefly glanced down at my swim diaper. I noticed my wetting seeping out of the leg cuffs, and being absorbed by the hot sand. After a couple moments, it didn’t feel so wet. I didn’t think much of it after that.
“Hey Ryan! Do you think we’re ready to fill the pond?” Kristy asked.
“Yeah. Do you need the bucket?”
“Nope, just the shovel.”
“You’re going to get water with the shovel?” I asked - puzzled.
“Yep! Just watch.” I handed Kristy the shovel and she started to dig a trench at the base of the pond we had made. She continued the trench towards the water, and stopped just a half a foot before the breaking waves. When the waves swelled, the water poured into the trench and followed it right to the pond - filling it up.
“Wow!” I gasped.
“Pretty cool huh?” Kristy smiled.

Around noon, Kristy prepared some sandwiches, cheesy puffs, and fruit she had packed in her bag. We took a break from sandcastle making, and sat down to eat lunch together. I felt very little seated on the beach sheet with my legs crossed wearing my gray bucket hat, light ocean wave shirt, and swim diaper. Kristy offered me a bottle of water, and I eagerly accepted. I was feeling very thirsty. After lunch, Kristy laid out on the sheet to tan in the sun, and I played around the sandcastle for a while alone. I had filled the bucket with sand, and was attempting to place it on top of the towers we already built. If I was careful, I could double the height of the towers. I managed to set one without it crumbling. I felt a light rumble in my stomach, and squatted down while working. I knew I would have to poop soon. I glanced over at Kristy. She was turning over to lie on her stomach now - exposing her back to the sun. I continued to quietly play with the bucket and began to push. The load pressed against the seat of my swim diaper and moved it away from my bottom. I pushed some more, and the back expanded further, then dropped some. I sighed. The relief felt great. I also wet myself again, and the pee splashed around all over my mess and the padding. The wetness leaked again, but just fell to the sand so it was no big deal. I moved to grab the bucket and noticed how full my diaper really was. The swim diaper was constructed more like the pull-ups I used to wear, and fit very snugly around my body. With the mess inside, the mass was fixed at my bottom and between my legs. I waddled awkwardly to the next sand tower, and squatted without fully sitting down - trying everything to avoid smushing the mess.

About fifteen minutes later, Kristy rolled over, and sat up on the beach sheet. She took a sip from her water bottle, and checked her phone.
“Wow Ryan!” She gasped. “You built the towers even bigger. Great job!” I smiled, and toddled over to the sheet to grab my water, and take a drink. Kristy instantly noticed the bulge in the seat of my full diaper.
“Woah Bud. Did you pack some sand in there for later?” She teased. I shook my head and blushed. “Let’s get you into a fresh one…” Kristy grabbed her changing mat from her bag, and placed it on top of the sheet. I waddled over and sat down - the mess squishing against my bottom. The sensation was one I had tried to avoid all this time, so I instinctively lied down fully, and raised my legs in the air.
“Watch out!” Kristy dodged my sandy feet. “You’re going to get me all sandy.” I giggled. Kristy guided my legs to the mat, spread them apart, and tugged at the sides of the swim diaper to rip the seams. She pulled it away from my body just like a regular diaper, and proceeded to change me. I felt embarrassed to have my diaper changed in plain sight at the beach, but no one was nearby so it wasn’t that bad. Once my bottom was all clean, Kristy had me stand up and step into a fresh swim diaper. She also took the opportunity to remove my shirt and apply some more sunscreen. When she was done, I left my shirt and hat on the mat and scampered off to the sand castle again, and Kristy applied some more sunscreen herself. A few minutes passed, and she rose from the sheet and walked over to me.
“Wanna go for a swim?” She asked.
“Yeah!” I jumped up and followed her down to the ocean. Kristy walked tenderly down the shoreline, and started to wade through the water. The feeling of bounding across the sand behind her in just my diaper was priceless. I ran past Kristy and came crashing down into the ocean and she squealed - the cold water spraying her.
“Hey! Let me ease in first.” She protested. I giggled. Kristy did eventually adjust to the water, and we bobbed out in the waves for quite some time. Swimming in just the swim diaper felt liberating. I was floating in the water several feet away from Kristy, and started to pee. I noticed the warmth linger between my legs and remain there much longer than if I had only been wearing my swimsuit. It felt rather nice though, and I witnessed it wash away as I started to swim again. Kristy was floating nearby looking up at the sky.
“This is so refreshing!” She sighed.

After swimming, Kristy and I walked back up the beach to our stuff, and dried off with towels. Kristy wrapped a towel around me, and rubbed it quickly over my head and shoulders. I giggled. When I was dry, She put my shirt and hat back on me.
“I thought I saw an ice cream stand nearby…” Kristy started. “Wanna grab some ice cream?”
“Yeah!” I jumped up and down - excited. Kristy reached for my hand, and I grabbed hers. We walked together up the beach to a booth near the boardwalk. There was a man inside mixing flavors, and he immediately stopped what he was doing when he saw the blond girl in the yellow bikini.
“Good afternoon!” He smiled - slowing his role when he noticed me. “What can I get for you today?” Kristy looked down at me.
“What do you want sport?” I took a moment to look at all of the flavors - my eyes growing wide.
“Vanilla!” I shouted.
“Okay, vanilla coming right up…” The gentleman scooped the ice cream into a cone and handed it to me. I instantly began to lick it. “And for you?” The gentlemen gestured to Kristy and she shrugged.
“Oh, I don’t know… I’ll try the banana sundae. Does the granola topping cost extra?” Kristy cocked her head.
“I’m running a special.” The gentleman winked at Kristy. “Your ice cream is on the house today.”
“Really?” Kristy was surprised.
“Really.” The gentleman finished preparing the sundae and handed it to Kristy. “Enjoy the beach!”
“Thanks!” Kristy replied. She walked over to a nearby bench, and I plopped down beside her.
“Ow! This bench is hot.” Kristy jumped up and rubbed her bottom before attempting to sit down again. My diaper was still a little wet from swimming, and squished on the seat. The cool water still left in the sodden padding seeped out and created a nice barrier between my bottom and the bench. I licked my ice cream and lightly kicked my legs - content.
“Oh my gosh! Ryan, you’re making a mess.” Kristy gasped noticing the ice cream covering my lips and cheeks. She grabbed one of her napkins, and reached over - wiping my face off.

When we finished our ice cream, we went back to our stuff down by the water, and started to pack up. Kristy gathered her bag, and I rinsed the bucket and shovel. I used my towel to dry them off. We worked on rolling up the beach sheet together. We walked back up the sandy beach to our car.
“Goodbye beach!” Kristy waved in the ocean’s direction.
“Bye-bye.” I echoed - instantly noticing my juvenile choice of words. Kristy opened the back of her SUV and we loaded up our stuff. She opened the side door, and placed me in the carseat. It wasn’t long before we were cruising down the road with the windows down and the surf rock music playing again. The car was shady and the breeze was cool. I felt comfortable and secure in my carseat. I nodded off to sleep a couple times on the drive home.

After we got home, Kristy had me remove my hat, shirt, and diaper before hopping in the bath. She only let the water get about halfway this time, and left me to soak and play while she worked on dinner. I got my energy back after getting in the tub, and thoroughly enjoyed playing with the bubbles.

When dinner was ready, Kristy came back up stairs to the bathroom. I rinsed off, and stepped out of the tub. Kristy embraced my body with a towel. She grabbed a diaper from her bag that looked larger than the ones I had worn before.
“You were pretty soggy this morning, so I’m going to try a thicker nighttime diaper…” She explained. I lied down on the changing mat Kristy had placed on the bathroom floor, and she applied ointment before unfolding the thick diaper, and sliding it underneath my bottom. She pulled it up between my legs, and fastened the tapes. It was fluffier and thicker for sure. I stood up, and the bulk between my legs caused me to stand with them farther apart. She helped me into a large jammy t-shirt that she had grabbed from my room. It had stars and planets on it.
“Alright. Let’s head downstairs. Dinner’s hot and ready…” Kristy led the way, and I toddled down the stairs behind her - crinkling louder than ever before.

For dinner, we had hot dogs with some of the leftover macaroni from last night and steamed carrots and peas. I surprisingly had a good appetite and cleared my plate.
“Looks like someone was a hungry boy!” Kristy praised. I smiled and started chugging my sippy-cup. I was really beginning to like Kristy. She was tender, caring, supportive, but most of all: she was there for me - in a way that no one ever had been. After dinner, I was standing in the kitchen helping hand Kristy our dishes to wash when the front door opened.
“Hello!” My dad called out. I froze.
“We’re home early from the office.” My mom explained. Kristy turned around suddenly.
“What a pleasant surprise! Ryan and I just finished dinner, but if you’d like I can fix something…”
“No worries, we had dinner earlier.” My father explained. My mother nodded in agreement.
“Oh, okay.” Kristy responded.
“My parents left work and had dinner somewhere else before coming home?” I thought to myself - my familiar feelings of abandonment returning again.
“Hello Ryan!” My mother cheerily called out. She walked into the kitchen and gave me a hug. I tensed up a little - instantly reminded of the thick diaper I was wearing.
“Hi mom.” Was all I could manage to reply.
“Good to see you son!” My dad ruffled my hair coarsely and I winced. His attention turned to Kristy.
“Has he been good for you?” Kristy nodded and smiled without hesitation.
“We’ve had a great time today.”
“What did you do today Ryan?” My mom inquired. Suddenly, I felt very shy. I looked down at the floor and rubbed one foot against the other.
“We…we…went to the beach.” I looked up and smiled when I finally got the words out.
“Ooh! That sounds like fun!” My mom replied. This time my dad nodded in agreement.
“You didn’t have to do that Kristy. That’s a lot of work…” Kristy shook her head and gave my father an odd look.
“It was nothing really, just seemed like a nice day for a visit.”
“Sure, sure…” My mother looked off for a moment. “It was a pretty day outside.” There was a moment of silence, and then my father broke it by noticing my sippy-cup on the table.
“What’s this? Did you bring this?” He picked it up.
“Yeah.” Kristy replied - unbothered. “I remember you both expressing Ryan was struggling with dexterity. That cup has saved quite a few close calls!” Kristy smiled, and my parents relaxed. I yawned.
“Are you tired?” My mom asked. I shrugged.
“It has been a full day. Ryan, why don’t you go brush your teeth while I talk to your parents for a minute.” Kristy nodded with her request. “I’ll come up to say goodbye before I leave.”
“Okay!” I smiled, and crinkled through the living room. My parents watched as I went up the stairs. My thick diaper on full display from that angle. Mom and dad had perplexed expressions.
“Is Ryan wearing a…” My mother began.
“Diaper?” My father finished. Kristy nodded matter-of-factly.
“Protection for his accidents.” Kristy explained. “Plenty of my client’s children wear them.”
“Oh.” Was all my father could muster.
“Well…” My mother began “…as long as it keeps the bed dry, that’s fine by me.” She smiled, and Kristy reciprocated
“I agree.” I heard my father say. I was at the top of the stairs and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I paused near the toilet for a moment - suddenly realizing that I had to pee pretty badly. I was torn because I knew that I could make it to the toilet. With my parents being home, it felt like the right thing to do. I looked down at the toilet. I hadn’t used it in almost two days. Something about it seemed foreign now. Kristy had already fastened this diaper on. I didn’t want to make a scene asking her to remove it. I turned to face the vanity, and wet my diaper while brushing my teeth. It was a good amount of pee, but this diaper was thicker than the rest, and I couldn’t even feel a difference. I rinsed out my mouth, and went to my bedroom. I noticed Lucas on my bed, and hugged him tightly. I was getting underneath the covers when I heard a light knock on the door.
“Ryan?” It was Kristy. “Just coming to say goodnight.” She walked over and we hugged. She kissed me lightly on the forehead. “See you tomorrow.”
“Krissy?” I called before she had almost left the room.
“Yeah?” She turned around.
“I went pee-pee.” I looked down at the bed sheepishly. I was embarrassed, but felt like she should know. Kristy’s expression relaxed.
“It’s okay baby. I put you in a thicker diaper this time. I’ll change you in the morning.” She winked.
“Oh, okay.” I felt tingly and a little warm all over.
“Goodnight Ryan.” Kristy called out in the doorway.
“Ni-night.” I replied - feeling more little than I had ever before. Kristy left my bedroom and closed the door. I clutched Lucas, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

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Timestamp: Apr 2, 2022 at 4:39 PM
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SoggyTyke said:

How old is Ryan? I'm guessing middle school age. Round about when I realised I liked wet and messy fun. Perfect!

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Yes. I didn't specify yet, but that's what I was thinking.

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Timestamp: Apr 2, 2022 at 4:40 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Awww that so cute chapter! Showing him have fun in the beach ! Now they can go to the zoo with mommy daddy and baby in a stroller rsrs

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Yeessss! The zoo would be a great idea!

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Timestamp: Apr 2, 2022 at 4:43 PM
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Thank you so much! Yes, even though it's fiction, my goal with this story is to keep it plausible enough. It warms my heart that you connect with my character. I know that feeling with other ABDL stories I've read in the past and it's priceless. I always wanted to be able to provide that for someone else.

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Timestamp: Apr 2, 2022 at 10:16 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Ansious to see next chapter

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Yay! I can't wait to share it. Almost done!

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Apr 12, 2022 at 3:50 AM
Content: Hey Everyone!

Thank you for being patient. Here is the next installment of the Ryan story...

Chapter 3

The next morning, I awoke to the soft sound of Kristy talking downstairs. The sun was still coming up, so I could tell I had risen earlier than usual. Lucas had lost his place in my arms sometime during the night, and was wrapped under my bedding with his face down.
“Sorry!” I thought - rescuing Lucas and hugging him tightly. I know that his expression is the same all the time, but it can mean so many different things depending on what is going on. I didn’t know for sure, but he seemed to accept my apology. I hopped out of bed, and noticed my bulky diaper. I could tell I had wet last night, but the night time diaper held it with no issues. I waddled to my bedroom door, and peeked down the stairs. Kristy was seated at the living room couch with her binder and notes. She was tapping areas of her paper chronologically while she spoke on the phone.
“In regression, I’d say he’s about sixty percent.” She nodded her head with the statement. “Mental and emotional capacity are somewhere around four to five years of age…” She took a long pause; it was clear my parents were talking on the other side. “Accidents? Frequently… bladder and bowel. I’m pretty sure he’s lost most of his continence by this point…”
“Lost my continence?! No I haven’t!” I protested in my mind. My diaper grew warm - almost on queue. I hung my head. “Maybe she has a point.” I surrendered.
“It’s fairly typical for the path of regression to continue. Maintaining good mental health is a heightened concern…” Kristy stopped tapping on the binder. My parents were speaking again.
“No, I wouldn’t worry too much about permanently forgetting things. Stuff just tends to be more emotionally taxing, and we’ll have to be careful not to overwhelm…of course…leave that to me. Bye for now!” Kristy hung up the phone, and started writing a few more things in her book. I slowly descended down the stairs. Kristy looked up and smiled warmly.
“Good morning! You’re up early.”
“…yeah…” I shuffled up to the couch where she was sitting, and sat down next to her. She put her arm around my shoulder and then rubbed my back. I rubbed my eyes and yawned.
“Still a little sleepy?” She asked.
“I guess…”
“Why don’t you rest here while I make breakfast?” Kristy rose from the couch.
“Okay.” I smiled - snuggling up where she had been seated before. The surface of the couch was still warm. Kristy turned on a cartoon show for me, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. A couple minutes later, she walked back into the living room and handed me a sippy-cup. It had some juice in it. I suckled on the cup while I watched cartoons. I couldn’t be sure, because it wasn’t very much, but I felt myself wet a little more while lying on the couch. I shifted my bottom a bit, and just continued watching. The nighttime diaper definitely had more capacity than my regular diapers.

When the food was prepared, Kristy moved it to the table, and came back into the living room.
“Breakfast is ready!” She announced cheerfully. I rose from the couch, and Kristy picked me up and placed me on her hip. She grabbed the sippy-cup that was on the couch beside me, and walked over to the dining room table. She placed the cup down, and then walked over to the kitchen to grab another fork and napkin. It was a pleasant place to be - secure on her hip, spectating the world from her height. When she had gathered everything, she placed me in my chair, and took a seat next to me at the table. My plate had two sunny-side up eggs like eyes, a slice of apple for a nose, and two pieces of bacon forming a mouth. It was a breakfast smiley-face. Next to the plate was a small bowl with more apple slices.
“What do you think?” Kristy asked in suspense.
“Looks yummy!” I clapped my hands in a very toddler-like fashion and smiled.
“Good.” She giggled.

Breakfast was delicious. Kristy had a way of cooking that tasted different from what my mom makes. Perhaps it was something about her tender attention to details, and understanding of kids food. I was satisfied with breakfast, and looked down at my nearly empty plate.
“Here…” Kristy grabbed a napkin and cleaned my lips and cheeks. “Let’s get that ewwy-gooey egg stuff.” I blushed.
“You got a little bit of your drink left…” Kristy handed me my sippy-cup, and I suckled the last bit of juice out of it. I placed the cup back down on the table.
“Krissy?” I asked meekly. She was standing next to the kitchen sink washing our plates.
“Yeah?” She looked in my direction.
“Am I different?” I tilted my head with the question. “Am I broken?” Kristy immediately stopped what she was doing. She walked over to the dining room chair I was seated at and knelt beside it - on my level.
“Ryan…” She began, on the verge of tears. “You are not broken…” She smiled with misty eyes. “You are special. You are unique. Don’t think any different okay?”
“Okay.” I smiled.
“Good!” She stood up, and helped me down from the chair. She wiped her eyes, and resumed washing the plates.
“Mommy and Daddy don’t say that…” I pondered aloud. Kristy paused again, and looked at me.
“Your Mom and Dad are learning, Ryan. This is new for them too.” She smiled warmly, and I felt that warmth all over again.
“What are we going to do today?” I asked.
“I thought maybe you would like to go to the park.” Kristy answered.
“Yeah!” I shouted with enthusiasm. Kristy laughed.
“Okay. Why don’t you watch your show while I finish cleaning up? Then we’ll get ready to head out.”
“Alright!” I toddled back into the living room to the couch. I hopped up on the couch, and resumed watching my show. Kristy finished cleaning up, and proceeded to pack lunch for us to have at the park.

When the show was finished, Kristy came into the living room.
“Hey buddy. It’s time for a diaper change.” She laid out her supplies and the changing mat on the floor, and I waddled over to the mat and lied down. After I was all cleaned up, Kristy fastened a fresh diaper on me, and I stood up.
“All dry!” she poked my stomach playfully and I giggled. Kristy finished packing up her supplies, and headed towards the stairs.
“Let’s go upstairs and find some play clothes.” I followed Kristy up the stairs to my bedroom, and she opened my drawer. She found a light beige pair of cargo shorts, and a green shirt with a cartoon graphic on it.
“How about these?” She held them up with the question.
“Sure.” I answered. Most mornings, it used to take me some time to choose what to wear. I was always thinking about whether the other kids at school would think it was cool or not, or whether my parents would think it was too juvenile. Something about having Kristy pick everything took the stress out of it. I trusted that she knew what she was doing. Kristy opened the cargo shorts, and I stepped into them. They were a little bigger than most of my other shorts, and the extra room accommodated my diaper well. Next she removed my nighttime t-shirt, and helped me into the daytime shirt. She handed me a pair of socks from my drawer, and I slipped them on. I was struggling to tie my tennis shoes, and Kristy noticed.
“Here, let me help you with that…” She grasped the laces, and tied them in neat little bows.
“Thanks.” I blushed. Tying my shoes was something I never had trouble with before. I don’t know what got into me.
“That’s what I’m here for.” Kristy winked. We went back downstairs, and Kristy slipped into her canvas shoes. She grabbed her bag, and we headed out.

The day wasn’t quite as sunny as yesterday, but it was still pretty outside. There were more clouds in the sky - the light fluffy kind that had no hint of rain within. I sat securely in my carseat as Kristy drove us to the park - drinking water from my sippy-cup, and kicking my feet while looking out the window.

When we arrived at the park, Kristy parked the car, and came around to let me out. I stood near the car, and looked out at the park. It was a wide open stretch of land with woods on both sides. In between was a playground with swings, a jungle gym, monkey bars, and an open field next to a pond. Around the pond was a trail, and a few people were walking the trail. A couple older kids were taking turns on the monkey bars, but other than that it was a relatively quiet day.
“What do you want to do first?” Kristy looked down at me.
“Let’s go on the swings!” I exclaimed.
“Alright!” Kristy giggled. We jogged over to the swing set, and Kristy helped me onto a swing. I gripped the chains, and pumped my legs back and forth wildly - frowning when the swing barely seemed to move. Kristy smirked.
“Need a push?”
“Could you?” I shrugged.
“Sure!” Kristy positioned herself behind the swing, and pressed against my back. She pushed me forward, and the swing seemed to leap ahead with life. I laughed.
“Higher, higher!”
“Okay…” Kristy pushed again, and the swing almost ascended to the level of some of the trees. I felt like I was flying. She hopped on a swing beside me, and we swung together for a while. When mine started to die down, I called out again.
“Can you push it even higher than before?” I asked. Kristy had a playful expression.
“Even higher?”
“Yeah!” She got off her swing, and walked behind mine. She pressed her hands this time against my padded bottom, and dashed forward. She continued to run with me and the swing over her head, and let go - running underneath as the swing kept going up into the air. Eventually, the chain caught it, and it swung backward with force. I gripped the chains even tighter, and shouted with joy as the swing rocked back and forth with more power than before. Kristy stood off for a moment - smiling and catching her breath. She then hopped back on the swing beside me and we swung together some more. When my swing died down again, Kristy helped me off and we walked over to the monkey bars. The older kids that were playing there earlier had left to walk the trail, so the monkey bars were vacant. I jumped up dramatically - perplexed because I used to be able to reach the bars if I jumped. I jumped again, and felt Kristy’s hands assist in lifting me up. I laughed and gripped the bars. Kristy walked underneath me, and placed me on her shoulders. I grabbed the bars as she slowly walked along. When we got to the end, I let go of the bars completely, and Kristy carried me on her shoulders back to the car. The view was amazing! I felt so tall.

When we got to the car, Kristy placed me back on the ground and grabbed our lunch from her bag. We walked back to a little bench near the jungle gym and ate our lunch. She had packed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with grapes, carrots, crackers, and some potato chips. We ate our lunch together at the bench - watching people walk by the trail and birds fly to and from the trees above. I looked over at Kristy one moment. She had brushed her blond hair out of her face, and was sifting through some of the grapes in a plastic bag. I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of gratitude for her. I felt my eyes get misty, and I sniffled. The sound alerted Kristy, who looked over at me with caring eyes.
“You okay buddy?” I nodded and smiled with light tears. “You sure?” She gently wiped my eyes with her thumbs and gave my hair a stroke. I shrugged - not really knowing what to say. I couldn’t find the words. “You’re having a good time, right?” I nodded.
“Alright…” She smiled softly.

When we finished eating lunch, Kristy packed her bag in the car, and then we walked back to the jungle gym to play some more. Her phone started to ring.
“Hey Ryan! I have to take this real quick. Play here on the gym, and I’ll join you in a minute okay?”
“Okay.” I toddled over to the steps, and climbed up. Kristy picked up her phone, and walked a couple feet away to talk. I walked through a long tube to the other side where there were several slides. I took one to the ground, and stood up. Looking around, there were so many different passages and spaces. Everything seemed new and exciting. I stood still for a moment, and wet my diaper. When I was finished, I started walking again. I walked underneath the structure, and found a neat little cave area with plastic cutouts that looked like dinosaur fossils. I reached out and touched them with my fingers. I trotted over to a ladder, and climbed up. At the top, there was another tube, and I crawled inside. The tube had little openings where you could look out. I peered through one opening, and saw Kristy talking on the phone. I continued crawling through the tube, and came out on the other side. Kristy hung up the phone.
“I’m all done Ryan! Sorry about that.” She looked around at the jungle gym. “This is pretty cool huh? Wanna play hide and seek?”
“Yeah!” I climbed down the stairs. “I’ll be ‘It’ first.” I had an advantage in already exploring a bit, so I figured I could find her easily.
“Alright. Why don’t you count on that bench right there…” Kristy pointed to a park bench nearby the jungle gym.
“Okay!” I dashed over to it and turned around - closing my eyes. Kristy jogged up the stairs into the gym. “One…two…th…thirteen…seven…nine…” What was wrong with me? “…four…eight…ten!” I stood up and opened my eyes. The gym was silent. Kristy was gone.
“Ready or not, here I come!” I shouted. I started up the stairs and looked through the first tube. No one. I crawled through it, and went down the slide. I turned around and looked back up. Where could she be? I walked through the dinosaur cave, and climbed up the ladder. I walked across a platform and peered around. Nothing. I turned to enter the second tube when I saw her. Kristy was squeezed into the end of the tube with her legs against her chest. She squealed when she saw me.
“You found me!” She announced. “Great job!” I giggled. She awkwardly exited the tube, and we regrouped back on the ground next to the gym.
“Okay, my turn!” Kristy said. She walked to the park bench, and turned around to count. I scampered back to the gym, and looked around - thinking of the best place to hide. I finally settled for the dinosaur cave. It was underneath the jungle gym, and I had a feeling Kristy might not think to look there. As I toddled over to it, I felt a rumble in my stomach.
“Twenty four, twenty five, twenty six…” Kristy continued to count. I crawled into a small area in the corner of the dinosaur cave.
“Thirty!” Kristy called out. “Ready or not, here I come!” I heard her footsteps as she ascended up the jungle gyms’ stairs. I had a feeling she would take that route first.
“Are you…in here?!” Kristy dramatically banged the first tube before crawling though it. I felt my suspense rising. I listened carefully as she continued to search for me.
“Are you in…here?!” Kristy had crossed over to view the second tube. “Hmmm…” she pondered with a confused tone. “Where are you Ryan?” I heard her footsteps as she walked back over to the slides and slid down one. She was back on the ground now.
“Woah, what a neat little area…” Kristy thought out loud - peeking behind the ladder. My stomach rumbled some more.
“Are you in here?” She called out. She was on the other side of the wall of the dinosaur cave - closer now.
“How about here?” I heard her as she checked a nearby area under the stairs. The suspense was too much. Poop began to fill my diaper. It was a rush of relief as the mess spread in my pants. crouching in this position felt natural. I also started to pee. It was a bit of a flood, and I could hear a slight hissing sound from my between my legs. I stayed still - frozen.
“Gotcha!” Kristy whipped around the corner of the dinosaur cave and jumped in front of me.
“Aaaa!” I yelled. My flow of pee stopping.
“Oops! Did I scare you?” Kristy asked apologetically. I shook my head and smiled - blushing. “This is a cool cave…” Kristy looked around at the dinosaur fossils. I stood up, and waddled over to one of the fossils.
“The T-rex is my favorite!”
“Yeah?” Kristy watched as I pointed. “I always liked the long-necked brachiosaurus.”
“Yeah…” I crouched down again near the wall, and finished peeing. It felt better to crouch with the load in my diaper. Kristy noticed my odd behavior.
“How’s your diaper, squirt?” She lifted my shirt, and pulled the back of my diaper away from my bottom. She peered down.
“Okay, it’s… definitely full.” She half-laughed - starting to crawl out of the cave. “Come on Ryan! Let’s get you changed.” I shuffled out of the cave behind her. She walked back to the car and got her bag. I was following her, but stopped halfway because she was coming back in my direction anyway, and walking with the mess between my legs was cumbersome. Kristy started towards the restrooms, and I began walking behind her again. I noticed the older kids that were walking the trail earlier get off and were heading out of the park. They passed by, and I felt embarrassed to be seen waddling behind Kristy with her diaper bag obviously heading to the restroom.

When we got inside, Kristy secured the large stall, and got her changing supplies. The restroom floor was dirty, so she had to change me standing up. She removed my pants, and we both looked at my full diaper for a moment before she began the process. She carefully ripped the tapes, and lowered the dirty diaper away from my bottom - promptly emptying it’s contents into the toilet and rolling it up. She then proceeded to wipe my diaper area clean. It took some time, but Kristy was an expert at changing diapers. Soon, she had applied some ointment and was securing a fresh diaper on me. She had me step back into my cargo shorts, and pulled them up. Kristy washed her hands in the sink, and dried them off.
“Phew! That was a dirty one!” Kristy gently teased. I blushed.
“Sorry…”
“Ryan…” Kristy stopped joking. “It’s not a big deal. You wear diapers now. They are going to be dirty sometimes.”
“Oh…” I replied.
“I was just making light of it, kiddo.” Kristy tapped my nose softly with her finger. I felt that tingly feeling again, and hugged Kristy instinctively. She reciprocated. We left the restroom together. Wearing a fresh dry diaper gave me a feeling of flexibility, and I ran back to the playground while Kristy walked to the car to put her bag away. We played at the jungle gym for about another hour - crawling in and out of the dinosaur cave and pretending to be adventurers on an expedition.

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Timestamp: Apr 13, 2022 at 12:53 PM
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Diaperman0723 said:

Holy crap such a good chapter.... Where can I get a Kristy of my own she seems awsome

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Thank you! I’ve really enjoyed developing her character.

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Timestamp: Apr 13, 2022 at 12:54 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Love the new chapter when krist show Ryan that’s ok to be little and need something’s to feel better ! Really love this story and this development! Really hope in the next chapter his parents take more a participant role in his new life !!

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Thank you!
Ryan’s parents are definitely slow to fully accept his condition. Time will tell if they come around…

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Timestamp: Apr 13, 2022 at 12:55 PM
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Freddie07601 said:

A very sweet story. The world needs more people like Kristy. And I see definite parallels between Ryan's condition and the changes that age brings to some of us: changes in continence, cognitive ability, and motor skills. Ryan's parents might be representative of a society that has great difficulty accepting these life changes and would rather not have to deal with them.

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What an intuitive observation. I couldn’t have said it better myself!

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: May 4, 2022 at 9:14 PM
Content: Hello Everyone! Thank you for your support. Here is the next chapter...

Chapter 4

When we were all done playing, Kristy drove us out of the park.
“What do you want to eat for dinner, sport?” She asked - looking at me in my car seat from the rearview mirror.
“I don’t know…” I liked when she took the lead with things.
“Let’s play our game…” Kristy started. “Chicken, or burgers?”
“…Burgers.”
“Burgers, or pizza?”
“…Pizza!”
“Okay, pizza or tacos?”
“…Pizza!!” I yelled. Kristy laughed.
“Okay, pizza it is.”

Kristy drove us to a local pizza restaurant. It was much later in the afternoon, and the sun was hinting of setting soon. When we parked, Kristy came around and let me out of the carseat. We held hands as we crossed the parking lot. We went inside. There was a little waiting area with some booth-style seating. A hostess was positioned near the front entrance. She was short with brown hair and soft eyes. She was wearing a dark blouse and slacks. She smiled when we entered.
“Welcome! Table for two?”
“Yes please.” Kristy cheerily replied.
“Right this way…” The waitress lead us to a booth near the corner of the room. The restaurant was bustling with waiters and waitresses carrying pizza, and couples, friends, and families seated around - enjoying food and company. Kristy and I continued to hold hands as we followed the hostess. When we reached the booth, Kristy released my grip and took a seat at the booth. I scrambled onto the seat next to her.
“Your waitress will be with you in just a minute.” The hostess smiled.
“Thanks.” Kristy grinned. A few moments passed. I was a little overwhelmed by all of the noise. All of the talking, laughing, and music playing in the background was creating a cacophony of sound.
“Are you hungry?” Kristy asked - looking down at me. I nodded. “The pizza here is really good, I’m sure you’ll like it.” She had a searching expression - caring and attentive.
“It’s pretty loud in here isn’t it?”
“Yeah…”
“Does it bother you?”
“A little… it’s okay.” Kristy put an arm around my shoulder - bringing me close to her side.
I leaned my head against her body, and wet my diaper. She stroked my hair.
“Just hang in there. It will be worth it, I promise.” She reassured me. A lady in her mid forties approached our booth. She was an average height - with peppered hair tied back in a bun. She was wearing the same outfit as the hostess, but with an apron added.
“Hello. My name is Margret, and I will be your waitress this evening…” She shuffled through some menus she was holding, and handed one to Kristy. She then pulled out a kids menu from the back of her stack and placed it in front of me. My eyes grew wide when she set the pack of crayons next to it. “Can I get you started with something to drink?” Kristy looked over at me.
“What would you like to drink, Ryan?” I looked down at my menu. There were little pictures of drinks towards the bottom, and I was having some difficulty making out all of the letters next to them, so I just pointed to a picture of a cup with and apple next to it.
“Apple juice?” Kristy asked for confirmation. She didn’t seem bothered at all that I was using the simple pictures to communicate.
“Yeah!” I shouted with excitement, and Kristy giggled. She looked back up at Margret.
“Okay, so he’ll have an apple juice, and I’ll have a cherry soda.” Margret took notes while she spoke.
“Alright. Take a few minutes to look over the menus, and I’ll be back with your drinks.”
“Thank you.” Kristy smiled. She shifted her attention back to me. I had grabbed the pack of crayons, but was having a hard time opening them up.
“Hey Ryan, we can play with those in a minute, but first: do you know what kind of pizza you want?” She pointed to the pictures of pizzas on my menu.
“What’s this?” I pointed to the page.
“That’s a macaroni pizza. Would you like that one?” Kristy looked at me. I nodded and we smiled.
“Okay, perfect. I’ll tell Margret when she gets back… here…” Kristy picked up the pack of crayons and opened it for me. There was a maze and some drawing games on the back of my menu, and Kristy and I took turns playing with them using the crayons. A few minutes later, Margret returned carrying drinks. She set a glass of cherry soda in front of Kristy, and a plastic cup with my apple juice in front of me. Next to our drinks she set straws.
“Do you know what you’d like to eat this evening?” Margret asked with her pen and pad poised.
“He’ll have the personal size kids macaroni pizza.” Kristy began. “And I’ll have the personal pepperoni pizza with extra Parmesan cheese please.”
“Excellent choices…” Margret commented while she wrote. “Anything else?”
“That’ll be all.” Kristy smiled.
“Alright, I’ll go put those orders in. Don’t hesitate to wave me down if you need anything.” Margret left our table. Kristy noticed I was having trouble opening the packaging over my straw.
“Wanna see something cool?” Kristy asked with excitement. I put the straw down.
“Yeah!” Kristy opened one side of her straw’s package, and gently slid the straw out about halfway. She placed it in her mouth and blew air. The packaging flew off the end of her straw and tapped my forehead before falling to our seat. I giggled with amusement and Kristy laughed.
“I wanna try! I wanna try!”
“You do?” She raised an eyebrow. “Here…” She pre-ripped the packaging on my straw and set it up for me. “Put it in your mouth, and blow.” She instructed. I placed the straw in my mouth - lifting up my head - and blew. The packaging flew across our table and out of our booth. It landed on the back of a gentleman’s head in the booth in front of us. Kristy and I looked at each other with shock.
“Oops.” Was all I could say.
“Uh Oh.” Kristy whispered. The gentleman reached up and scratched his head. The straw wrapper fell off. He turned around.
“What’s the big idea?”
“Sorry sir.” Kristy apologized - retrieving the wrapper from the ground. The gentleman huffed and turned back around. Kristy and I giggled.

About twenty minutes later, Margret returned to our booth with the pizza. She refilled my juice, and topped off Kristy’s soda. When she left, Kristy helped me cut my pizza into a bunch of tiny little pieces. I could stab the pieces with my fork, and they were much easier to chew.
“So, what do you think?” She asked me in between pizza bites. I nodded my head and smiled.
“It’s good!”
“I had a feeling you would like it.” Kristy resumed eating. She paused, and pulled her phone out of her jean pocket. “Oh,” She exclaimed - checking a text. “It’s your parents. They said they have some work with a client out of town this weekend, so they’ve decided to make a little trip out of it.”
“Really?” I sank.
“Yeah.” Kristy smiled, and put her phone away. She noticed my mood shift. “Looks like we’ll get to spend the weekend together! This’ll be fun!” I smirked a little. She always had a way of seeing the bright side.

When we were finished eating, Kristy took a napkin and helped me wipe my face. Margret came back with the check, and Kristy paid the bill. The restaurant was still busy, and Kristy kept me close as we maneuvered to the door. It was dusk when we left the restaurant.
“All full buddy?” Kristy asked me as she lifted me up and placed me into the car seat.
“Yeah.” I yawned.
“Good.” Kristy smiled softy. “Let’s get you home.” Kristy closed the door, and walked around to the driver’s side. She started the car and we pulled out of the parking lot. All of that apple juice I drank at dinner was starting to catch up to me. I felt secure in my car seat, but the pressure from needing to pee was too much. My bladder let loose - the padding between my legs growing warm. It spread to the padding around my bottom. Instinctively, I felt the urge for something to be in my mouth. I looked around, and froze when I saw my hand. It was as if I noticed my thumb for the first time. It was small and round - perfect. I lifted my hand, and placed my thumb in my mouth. That’s better. Feeling relieved and warm, I nodded off to sleep during the drive home.

I awoke to Kristy unbuckling me from the car-seat.
“Hey Ryan, did you doze off on the ride home?” She inquired. I nodded and rubbed my eyes. “It has been a long day I suppose. Here:” She lifted me from the car seat, and placed me on her hip. My diaper was still a little warm, and the saturated padding squished against Kristy’s side. I wrapped my arms around her, and put my head on her shoulder. She locked the car, and carried me inside. She took me upstairs to the bathroom, and gave me a bath. When I was all clean, Kristy dried me off with a towel, and I scampered naked into my bedroom where she had a proper setup on the floor for diapering. I lied down on the mat, and she applied some ointment to my diaper area. She grabbed one of the thick nighttime diapers from her bag, and unfolded it. She lifted my legs and slid the fresh diaper underneath my bottom. Finally, she secured the tapes. She had me stand up, and helped me into my pajama shirt.
“All ready for bed.” She announced - tickling me tummy a little. I giggled and stepped back instinctively. Kristy cleaned up the changing mat and supplies. She took her things downstairs. I stood there for a moment - suddenly feeling a bit nervous.
“Krissy?” I called in my bedroom doorway.
“Yeah?” She responded, coming back up the stairs again.
“Are you going to stay here tonight?” I asked. The concern in my voice was evident.
“Of course, Ryan. Your parents won’t be back until Sunday evening, so I will stay here for the weekend.” She gave my cheek a stroke, and I relaxed. “I’m going to sleep downstairs on the couch.”
“Oh, okay.” I smiled. Kristy walked over to my bed and pulled back the covers. I climbed onto the bed, grabbed Lucas, and slid underneath the sheets.
“Goodnight baby.” She kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“G’night.” I snuggled down in the bedding - clutching Lucas tightly. Kristy walked to the bedroom door, and turned out the lights before leaving. I sighed in the darkness. It was a long day, and I was physically tired, but my mind was still busy with thoughts. Why did my parents have to work this weekend? Work seemed so important to them. It was always at the top of their priority list. I wondered where I was on their list. Was I on their list? I heard Kristy enter the bathroom and start the shower. The sound of the rushing water was faint, but I could still hear it from my bedroom. Kristy must have a pretty flexible schedule - being able to cancel whatever weekend plans she had just to accommodate my parents. I wondered if she had a lot of friends. Probably. She is a very sociable person. She probably has tons of friends. I bet Kristy never had problems fitting in at school. If she does have lots of friends what kind of things would they have been up to this weekend. A night out? A day at the beach perhaps? I thought of Kristy on the shore in her light yellow bikini with her arms around her girls and felt guilty for needing her this weekend. I heard the shower water stop. If my parents hadn’t sprung their weekend away on Kristy, perhaps she would have been having more fun? I heard the bathroom door open and the light thump of Kristy heading down the stairs.

I tossed and turned for a while in bed - trying desperately to relax and fall asleep. I heard a light rumble of thunder outside in the distance, and it started to rain. I didn’t mind the rain - as long as the thunder wasn’t too loud. Normally, I would have been fast asleep by now, but my mind was still very active, and there was no sign of it slowing down. lightning struck and the flash cast some light through my bedroom window. I shifted to lie on my side and squeezed Lucas. Thunder struck. Okay, that was a bigger one. Was it raining where my parents were? Why did they have to go away this weekend? Thunder rumbled again, and I felt my eyes tear up. Something about the dark bedroom and knowing my parents weren’t home made me feel abandoned. I wondered if Kristy was still awake. I couldn’t hear anything from downstairs, but when lighting struck again, I leaped out of bed with fright and dashed out of my bedroom door - leaving Lucas in the sheets.

I hustled to the staircase, and peered down with desperation. I could see a lamp was on in the living room, but from my height and angle, I couldn’t see Kristy. Did she leave me?! Panic struck, and my tears turned to cries as I made my way down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I finally did see Kristy. She was wearing a white night gown with a sleeveless top and straps. Her hair - still slightly damp from the shower, was brushed out and hanging well past her shoulders. She had been curled up on the living room couch on the other side of the lamp reading a book, and paused with surprise to see me come down the stairs. I just stood there crying. She immediately closed the book and rose from the couch - rushing to me and kneeling down.
“Ryan! What’s wrong?”
“I can’t fall asleep…(sob) the thunder…(sob)…mommy and daddy are gone!” I cried.
“Oh, Ryan… come here.” She lifted me up, and placed me on her hip - with one arm around my padded bottom. I wrapped my arms around her neck and continued to cry into her shoulder.
“Shhh…shhh…” She bobbed gently back and forth as she walked to her bag, and grabbed a bottle. She carried me to the kitchen and used her free arm to grab a carton of milk from the fridge. She poured the milk into a mug. She put the mug in the microwave, and set it to heat up. She rocked me back and forth and my cries began to die down. It turned into a low moan as I caught my breath and started to calm down.
“Shhh…it’s alright.” Kristy whispered in my ear - comforting me. I quieted down, and closed my misty eyes on her shoulder - exhausted. The microwave finished, and kristy removed the mug and transferred the warm milk into the bottle using a funnel. She secured the bottle’s top, and gave it a gentle shake as she carried me back to the living room. Still holding me, she sat down on the couch, and set the bottle on the coffee table beside her. She lifted me up, and gently transferred my body to be cradled in her arms. I lied across her lap and she supported my head with her right arm.
“Ryan?” She whispered. I was silent, and gently opened my eyes - still drying from crying. “When I was a little girl and had trouble falling asleep, my mom would always give me warm milk to drink.” Kristy smiled tenderly “It always made me tired.”
“Really?” I sniffled.
“See for yourself…” She picked up the bottle from the coffee table, and gently inserted the teat into my mouth. I closed my eyes and started suckling. The warm milk splashed on my tongue and slid down my throat. I felt safe and calm.
“There you go…” Kristy giggled softly and I continued to drink. The sensation was euphoric. I felt weightless, yet held. Floating, yet secure. Kristy removed the bottle for a moment and I swallowed. She used her thumb to rub away a drop of milk that was on my cheek. I looked up at her with expectant eyes.
“Want more?” She wiggled the bottle a little with the question. It was all I could do but nod and smile. Kristy re-inserted the teat into my mouth and I resumed suckling. Complete bliss. I felt a little tickle in between my legs. I started peeing right there in Kristy’s lap. The wetness spread in my diaper and felt warm as I continued to drink. Kristy’s gaze shifted to my diaper, but she just smiled softly and looked back at me.
“Don’t worry about a thing Ryan.” Kristy whispered as I suckled on the bottle. “The storm will pass.” I listened to her as I drank with my eyelids getting heavy. “Your parents will return, and I promise to take good care of you while I’m here.” I finished the bottle, and she removed it from my mouth and placed it on the table. She gently stroked my hair as I lay cradled on her lap.
“You’re a good baby boy, Ryan.” She whispered softly. I fell asleep.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: May 5, 2022 at 4:16 AM
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Onesieman said:

The end of this chapter is so heartwarming & adorable.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Oct 25, 2022 at 3:14 AM
Content: Hey Guys!

I know it's been too long! (Life, am I right?) I am working on another chapter though. I will try to post it soon.

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Timestamp: Nov 29, 2022 at 2:51 AM
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Shaunikins321 said:

Honestly where you left it was beautifully perfect, but more chapters would be met with welcome embrace

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Really? Wow! I never considered stopping the story so early, but now that I look back at it: It would fill the short story genre well at this point.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Jan 23, 2023 at 12:33 AM
Content: Hey everyone! I know it's been too long, but I am continuing this story. I've got a lot of great ideas, and plenty more to add. Thanks for all your support and patience. I'm so glad you all have enjoyed it so far. Without further adieu, here is the next chapter:

Chapter 5

I awoke on the living room couch to the sound of Kristy cooking in the kitchen. The sunlight coming through the living room window was bright, and I rubbed my eyes gently. I shifted on the couch, and felt my body relax - sending a splash of warmth to my diaper’s inner padding. The front of my diaper was rather saturated, and I felt the wetness trickle down to be absorbed by the padding around my bottom. It took me a couple seconds to realize - I fell asleep on the couch with Kristy yesterday; she must have let me sleep there all night. I stood up from the couch, and rubbed my eyes again - looking over into the kitchen. Kristy was opening a waffle maker on the kitchen counter, and gently using a spatula to lift the freshly-baked waffle from the mold. She placed it in a pile of waffles that were cooling in a glass container. I toddled into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Ryan!” Kristy cheerfully greeted - pouring some batter into the waffle maker and closing it to bake. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah…like a…” I looked down and poked one of my feet with the other.
“Baby?” Kristy’s eyebrows raised slightly with the question. I got that tingly feeling all over, and shrugged.
“I was going to say: ‘rock’, but yeah, I guess so.”
“Oh!” Kristy giggled lightly. “I knew that bottle of warm milk would do the trick!” She had a cheery and playful tone today that more accurately reflected our dynamic: a twenty-something girl watching a little boy in diapers while his parents were away. “I made us waffles and eggs for breakfast.” Kristy smiled. “This last waffle has a couple minutes until it’s done, so let’s change your diaper before we eat.” She walked over to the kitchen sink and washed her hands. I looked down at my sagging diaper. It was definitely in need of a change.
“Okay.” I replied - feeling very little. I followed Kristy into the living room and she laid out the changing mat. I got on it. Kristy ripped the tabs of my diaper and opened it up.
“Someone’s very wet this morning…” Kristy gently teased. I blushed and covered my face with my hands. “Not to worry, I am what some would consider an expert at fixing soggy bottoms.” I giggled - still covering my face. Kristy cleaned my diaper area with ease and proficiency. She removed the wet diaper and rolled it up. She opened a fresh diaper and slid it underneath my bottom. She applied some ointment before pulling the fluffy padding up between my legs. Finally, she secured the tapes.
“All done buddy! Ready to eat?”
“Yeah!” I leapt up from the changing mat with a fresh crinkle. Kristy finished disposing of my old diaper and cleaned up the changing supplies. She went back to the kitchen to wash up, and then check on the waffle maker.
“Look Ryan, it’s almost done.” Kristy gestured to the waffle growing inside the press.
“I wanna see! Lemme see!” I hopped up and down at her side.
“Okay, here…” Kristy picked me up, and placed me on her hip - a position I was growing quite fond of. I peered over as Kristy lifted the press with her free hand, and used the spatula to retrieve the waffle.
“Woah…” I watched with amazement.
“Pretty cool huh?” Kristy looked at me. I smiled.

I was finishing the last couple bites of waffle when Kristy spoke.
“So Ryan, I was thinking about something fun we could do today…” I took a gulp of orange juice from my sippy-cup.
“What’s that?”
“How would you feel about going to the aquarium?” Kristy smiled with the question. I could barely contain my excitement.
“Really?”
“Yeah, want to?”
“Yes! Yes!” I shouted. Kristy laughed.
“Okay, let’s clean up the table, and get dressed. Then we’ll go.”
“Okay.”

When the table and kitchen was clean, I went up to my bedroom to get ready. I opened my drawer - specifically searching for my overalls. I always liked overalls. Mom thought that they made me look like a little kid, and dad always told me that I don’t need them if I’m not working on a farm. Regardless, I hung on to them. I figured today with Kristy would be the perfect opportunity to wear them. Finally, I spotted them in the back of the bottom drawer and sighed with relief. I knew I still had them. I was looking for a shirt when Kristy came upstairs to the bedroom. She was holding what looked like a blue shirt with a fish and bubble pattern on it.
“Hey Ryan, are those your overalls?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “Can I wear them today?”
“Sure! That will actually work nicely. I thought that this might keep you snug and comfortable while we’re out today… would you like to wear it under the overalls?” Kristy lifted the shirt and it unfolded. It was actually a onesie-style shirt with a snap crotch for my diaper.
“Sure.” I nodded - walking over to Kristy. She helped me out of my large night t-shirt, and slid the onesie onto me. It was more fitted than my regular t-shirts. Next, Kristy guided me over to the bed, and had me lie down on it. She grabbed the onesie’s extra fabric around my bottom, and brought it to meet the extra fabric on top. She secured the snaps. It fit snugly around my diaper, but comfortably. The action of lying down and spreading my legs seemed to trigger a reflex, and I wet myself. Kristy opened up the overalls and I got up from the bed - noticing the sensations of tightness and bulk that came with being diapered with a onesie. Kristy held the over-alls open, and I stepped in one leg at a time. She slid them up over my diaper, and secured the straps. It was a perfect fit. She smiled warmly - fidgeting with the straps a bit.
“Oh my gosh, you look so cute!” I blushed. She helped me put my shoes on and tie them. When we were finished, she ran her hands through my light blonde hair - straightening some stray wisps.
“All set squirt! Just let me freshen up, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Okay.” Kristy left the room and headed to the bathroom. I stood there in the bedroom for a moment in my new outfit. It was more bulky than other outfits I’d been wearing recently, but something about it felt nice - secure. I took several moments moving around in my new clothing and feeling what it felt like. I hopped up and down a bit, walked to the bedroom window, and then crawled on my knees back to the bed to grab Lucas. I was lying on the floor holding Lucas in front of me and kicking my legs when Kristy came back in. She was wearing Jean shorts with a light gray v-neck t-shirt. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail.
“All ready?” She called upon entering.
“Yeah!” I popped up from the floor, and tossed Lucas on my bed. I followed Kristy down the stairs and across the house to the front door.

The aquarium was enormous - a towering building with a vaulted glass roof and many levels. Kristy helped me out of my carseat, situated her bag on one shoulder, and held my hand as we crossed the parking lot, and walked over to the entrance. I noticed it was a little more cumbersome keeping up with her walking than normal.
“Good morning!” Kristy cheerfully greeted the gentleman at the ticket counter.
“General admission?” He inquired.
“Yes please.” Kristy replied. “One adult and one child.” The gentleman peered through the plexiglass down at me in my onesie and overalls.
“One adult ticket is fine. Children under 5 are permitted free admission.” Kristy looked down at me and smiled.
“Oh, okay.” She handed him her card, and the gentleman ran it before printing out a ticket and handing both to Kristy.
“Thanks!”
“Enjoy the aquarium.” He called out as Kristy and I walked into the building.

The main lobby space was huge - with plenty of people talking and walking about. There were large murals of sharks, whales, and different fish of all varieties on the walls. There was a cafe and food court off to the sides. In the center, there were two sets of double doors that were propped open leading to the exhibits.
“What do you think?” Kristy looked down at me.
“It’s so big!” I marveled.
“Wanna go see some fishies?” Kristy enticed. Her tone was light and playful.
“Yeah!” We walked across the lobby and into the double doors. The first exhibit was called: “The Reef”. It was a large open space - almost laid out like a stage - but with no seating, and instead of a platform in the center, there was a large glass tank. The tank ran floor to ceiling, and was filled with coral, sea plants, fish, stingrays, turtles, and all kinds of aquatic life. I toddled over to the glass and pressed my nose up against it. A turtle drifted across the glass, and seemed to look down at me as it passed.
“Wow!” I exclaimed.
“I think it likes you!” Kristy giggled.

Connecting The Reef and the next exhibit was a large tunnel with glass windows all around. The sea life continued to swirl around as we walked through it. I paused - spotting something in the corner of the window near the floor. I dashed over to take a closer look, and Kristy stopped when she noticed I was interested in something.
“What is it Ryan?” She asked.
“I don’t know…” I stood by the window, and watched with awe as an octopus emerged from the window’s corner. It groped the sides of the glass a moment before springing out in front of me and using its tentacles to propel away. I wet my diaper. Kristy kneeled down beside me.
“I’ve heard that octopi are some of the smartest creatures in the ocean.” She shared. “I wonder what it’s up to.”

The tunnel led out to a large room with a jellyfish tank on one side, and an illuminated display on the other with facts and creature information.
“Woah!” I exclaimed - running over to the glass.
“Slow down Ryan!” Kristy called out - half laughing. The jellyfish in the tank were large - with dark rusty orange bells and light orange arms that were almost pinkish with dark orange tentacles. The Jellies were drifting in the water, and pumping their bells gracefully on occasion.
“Sea Nettle Jellyfish.” Kristy’s mouth gaped open - astonished. “Okay, this has got to be my favorite one yet.”

The next room had a large tank that seemed to cover almost every wall. It was the end of this side of exhibits, and by far the most expansive. Sharks of various species circled the walls and swam about in an eerie silence. The weight of the water and the presence of the sharks seemed to quiet people down a little. Upon entering the room I stood still for a moment. Kristy noticed this.
“Are you scared Ryan?” Kristy sympathized. I shook my head - feeling a rumble in my stomach. “Not to worry bud. The sharks are all kept in this tank, so it’s completely safe…see.” Kristy walked over to the side of the exhibit, and placed a hand on the glass. A large Sand Tiger Shark drifted by - looking as if it didn’t even see her. “Come on…” Kristy encouraged, and I walked slowly over to the glass - the waves in my stomach getting harder to resist. Kristy pulled out her phone, and took a picture of the shark swimming by. She then began typing away with her thumbs - either texting someone or perhaps posting the picture online. I stood near the glass and spread my legs a little - pushing a mess into my seat. The onesie and overalls kept pressure against my bottom, so I continued to feel the mass right against it as I pooped. Kristy lowered her phone, and noticed me.
“Ryan, did you go poop?” Her question made me wince. “C’mon, let’s get you changed.” She grabbed my arm, but I dug my feet into the floor.
“Wait.” Upon hearing this, Kristy stopped.
“What?”
“…I’m not done.” I whispered. Kristy let go of my arm - raising her eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip.
“You’re not done… pooping?” I didn’t respond - just shook my head and continued to push. Kristy sighed. “Okay…fine…just finish up and… then we’ll go change.” Kristy went back on her phone for a minute while I pooped. Because of the tightness of my onesie and overalls, I had to squat down a little to get the rest out, but I managed to fill the diaper. My stomach felt much better with all the pressure gone. I had a newfound sense of mobility and waddled over to a passing shark coming from the other wall.
“All done?” Kristy asked - still looking at her phone. She looked up when she heard me walking away.
“Wook at the big sharkie!” I exclaimed - my speech betraying me.
“Ryan…” Kristy walked to my side and grabbed my arm. “We can finish looking here after we change.”

Kristy took me to the women’s restroom and we went to the large stall near the back. There was a changing table inside, and Kristy extended it from the wall. She picked me up and placed me on it - the mess smooshing in my diaper.
“Lie down bud, I need to get your overalls off…” Kristy unfastened my overall straps, and slid them down to my ankles. “Alright, let’s take a look at the damage…” Kristy then unsnapped my onesie - pulling it up some to get it out of the way. My diaper was on full display. She opened my diaper, and used the front to contain most of the mess. I looked around - starting to get bored. “What’s that on the ceiling?” Kristy asked - strategically beginning to clean me up.
“I don’t know…It looks like a shark!” I pointed to the crack in the ceiling. “Do you see any other creatures up there?”
“That one looks like an octopus.”
“Good!” Kristy removed the dirty diaper. “Are you getting hungry?” She asked. “When we’re done changing, we could go back to that cute little café before exploring some more.”
“Yeah!” I responded. Kristy finished wiping me off, lifted up my bottom, and slid a fresh diaper underneath. She then pulled it up between my legs, and secured the tapes. She pulled the onesie back down over it, and fastened the snaps. Kristy then lifted me and placed me back onto the floor before pulling my overalls up, and buckling the straps.
“All good to go Bud!” Kristy washed her hands, and put away her changing supplies.

We left the restroom and went back to the main lobby space. Feeling free to move about in a fresh diaper, I toddled over to the café area, and Kristy followed behind. We walked up to the main counter, and a guy in his early twenties greeted us.
“Good afternoon, what can I get for you?” Kristy picked me up and placed me on her hip.
“What would you like to eat Ryan? They have a toasted cheese sandwich, a chicken sub, or a turkey and cheese sandwich.” I smiled and nodded with the last option.
“You want the turkey and cheese?” Kristy confirmed.
“Yeah.”
“Anything else?” The man asked.
“I’ll have the garden salad. That will be all, thanks.” Kristy responded. She paid for the food, and the guy at the counter handed her our plates. We walked over to one of the tables nearby and setup there. I sat in the chair across from Kristy. She went to get us some water at the fountain nearby. When she came back, she helped cut my sandwich into four smaller sandwich slices and then we started to eat.

When we were almost finished, Kristy took a sip of her water and looked over at someone approaching.
“Hey Ali!” Kristy waved and smiled.
“Oh my gosh! Kristy?!” Ali beamed. “Fancy seeing you here.” Ali looked about the same age as Kristy. She was slender with wavy dark brown hair that curled toward the ends, and deep blue eyes. She had a small silver nose piercing. She was wearing a navy blue tank top with a gray, black, and blue checkered flannel button-up with a small light gray backpack and jean shorts with rubber toe canvas shoes. Walking up next to her was a young girl that looked about my age. They approached the table, and Ali and Kristy hugged.
“I thought you were moving.” Kristy said with a puzzled expression. Ali smirked.
“Yeah, well life had other plans. I probably still will in a year or two if I can work things out. Kris, this is Sarah: my niece.” Ali gestured to the young girl. Sarah was about my height. She had light brown hair that was straight with a slight wisp to it. Her eyes were hazel. She was wearing a light yellow t-shirt with a pink and blue graphic on it, and some capris.
“Hello Sarah, I’m Kristy.” Kristy grinned. Sarah grabbed Ali’s leg, and dug her face in.
“Oh, no worries! She’s shy with everyone.” Ali huffed.
“Ali, this is Ryan - the boy I watch that I was telling you about.” Kristy sat back down - smiling and nodded in my direction.
“Hey Ryan. I’m Kristy’s best friend Ali.” Ali held a hand up and gave me a hi-five. “Kristy and I used to get in trouble together all the time growing up.”
“Ugh, that is so not true! You were always getting in trouble and dragging me into it.” Kristy protested playfully.
“Ah, well maybe hindsight isn’t always twenty/twenty.” Ali shrugged - looking over at the café. “Sarah and I had some snacks here earlier. It’s pretty good right?”
“I’d say.” Kristy agreed - finishing the last bite of her salad.
“Sarah and I were just about to head to the touch tank. It’s her favorite place whenever we come here.” Ali explained.
“Oh, you know Ryan would probably love that.” Kristy said.
“We could go together after you’re finished eating?” Ali offered.
“That would be great!” Kristy agreed. Ali and Kristy continued talking for a minute, and Sarah snuck around Ali’s legs and approached me at the table.
“Hi.” She said.
“Hi.” I replied.
“I’m Sarah.” She smiled.
“…I’m Ryan.”
“I like fishies too.” Sarah pointed at the pattern on my onesie.
“Did you see the sharks yet?” I asked - my eyes growing wide.
“No…are they scary?”
“Yeah, and really big.” I took a bite of my last sandwich slice, and wet my diaper.
“Ali says there’s a petting zoo.” Sarah rocked back and forth with the statement.
“What’s that?” I said with a mouthful.
“It’s a big tank where you can touch the fishies and-”
“Sarah, do you have to go potty?” Ali interrupted.
“…no.” Sarah replied meekly.
“I don’t think you’re being honest missy…” Ali reached over and pulled Sarah’s capri pants away from her bottom - revealing the light pink waistband of a pull-up.
“Ali!” Sarah wined.
“Ugh! you already went. Why didn’t you tell me?” Ali groaned. Sarah made a pouting noise. “You know what? It’s fine, whatever. Let’s go get you changed.”
“We can head to the touch tank together when you come back?” Kristy suggested.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Ali rolled her eyes - taking Sarah’s hand. “Come on, potty pants.” I couldn’t help but snicker a little as Ali moved swiftly towards the bathroom - Sarah struggling to keep up with her strides.
“How was the sandwich?” Kristy asked while cleaning up her plate.
“Good!” I smiled.

The touch tank space was a large room with multiple glass enclosures. The tanks were filled with shallow water and housed multiple species of coral and aquatic plants. There were conchs, sea stars, and horseshoe crabs.
“Look Ryan!” Sarah pointed to a very large starfish. Without hesitation, I reached my hand into the water, and ran my fingers over it’s firm exterior. Sarah followed suit.
“How does it feel bud?” Kristy enquired.
“Bumpy!” I exclaimed - my diaper growing warm. Kristy giggled.
“Hey Kris, dare you to touch this one.” Ali pointed to a giant sea snail that was slowly moving across the tank floor.
“C’mon Ali. Why’d you have to pick the slimy one.” Kristy squirmed. Ali just smiled. Kristy slowly put her hand into the water - the rest of us watching in anticipation. As soon as her finger touched the snail, it recoiled back into it’s shell. Kristy’s hand shot out of the water.
“Eww! Eww! It’s so slimy!” Kristy squealed. Ali couldn’t contain her laughter. Sarah and I giggled.

A couple hours later, Kristy, Ali, Sarah, and me were heading out of the aquarium. Kristy had me riding piggy-back, and her and Ali each had one of Sarah’s hands - swinging her as they walked.
“Do you have any plans for this afternoon?” Kristy asked.
“No, not really.” Ali shrugged.
“Wanna come over? It would be great to catch up some more, and Ryan and Sarah would have some more time to hang out.” Kristy reasoned. “How’d you like that, Ryan?”
“Yeah!” I replied.
“What do you think Sarah?” Ali asked.
“Yay!” Sarah exclaimed - still swinging.
“Follow you there?” Ali asked as we approached the parking lot.
“Sounds good!” Kristy smiled, and we parted ways.

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Timestamp: Jan 24, 2023 at 9:43 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Happy to see a new chapter!!! Great job

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Thanks! Yeah, I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm excited to continue this story.

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Timestamp: Jan 29, 2023 at 3:06 AM
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InterestedParty01 said:

Excellent work!

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Timestamp: Feb 1, 2023 at 8:01 PM
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pierrylouys said:

Happy to see a new chapter!!! Great job

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Thank you so much! I'm working on the next already.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Jul 9, 2023 at 10:26 PM
Content: Hey Everyone!
I know it's been a really long time, but as promised, I am continuing to add to this story. If you need to remember context, feel free to re-read chapter 5. Here is the latest chapter:

Chapter 6

When we got home, Kristy could barely open the door before I toddled into the house with Sarah right behind me.
“C’mon Sarah, I can show you my room!” I encouraged.
“Okay!” Sarah responded enthusiastically.
“Not so fast, Squirt.” Kristy said - placing her bag down on the living room floor. “Let’s change your diaper before you go play. Okay?” I froze. I had forgotten all about my diaper - which was pretty wet currently.
“Okay…” I walked back down towards Kristy as she laid out the changing mat.
“Good boy.” Kristy praised.
“That reminds me. I should probably check you, Sarah…” Ali thought out loud. Sarah tried to continue up the stairs, but Ali grabbed her and took a peak in her pull-up.
“All dry hmmm.” She pondered. “You let me know if you need to go potty okay?” Sarah nodded, but didn’t say anything. “Alright. Here’s your rabbit…” Ali went back to the living room, and opened her light gray backpack to get Sarah’s stuffed animal. It was a light brown rabbit with a little pink bow. She handed it to Sarah, who played with it quietly while I was getting changed. Ali sat down at the couch, brought out her phone, and began scrolling. Kristy removed my shoes. She pulled down my overalls and removed them completely. She undid the snaps of my onesie - revealing my soaked diaper.
“Isn’t he a little old to be in diapers?” Ali commented - glancing at me and then back at her phone.
“Ryan has Still Age.” Kristy responded matter-of-factly.
“Oh!” Ali nodded. “I’ve heard about that.” She bit her lip. “Now I feel like an idiot for asking.”
“It’s alright.” Kristy shrugged while wiping me down. “It’s not commonly known.” After taping on my fresh diaper, Kristy removed my onesie, and put a regular t-shirt on me.
“Just wear this for now, Ryan. It will be easier to see if you need a change anyway.” Kristy explained. I nodded. Ali glanced over at me in just my diaper and t-shirt and I blushed.
“That’s actually not a bad idea…” Ali got up from the couch. “Sarah, come here…” She proceeded to remove Sarah’s capri pants - fully revealing her pink and white pull-up.
“Ali! why?” Sarah wined.
“We can see if you’re wet. Look - Ryan is doing it.” Ali gestured in my direction. Sarah calmed down a little when she saw me.
“Okay, now that you’re all clean, you and Sarah can go play while Ali and I catch up a little.” Kristy instructed.
I nodded, and Sarah and I went crinkling up the stairs in our shirts and padding.

“Woah!” Sarah marveled as we entered my bedroom. She had spotted my stuffed wolf on the bed immediately.
“This is Lucas.” I picked him up, and made him wave to Sarah and her bunny.
“This is Penny. Hi Lucas!” Sarah giggled - making her stuffed rabbit wave back too. “Are these all yours?” Sarah shifted her gaze to the large bin of blocks that Kristy and I had moved up to my room the other day.
“They’re Kristy’s, but she let’s me play with them whenever I want.” I explained.
“Cool!” Sarah nodded.
“Wanna build a house for Penny and Lucas?” Sarah suggested.
“Sure!” I smiled. We began working together to build with the blocks. Sarah’s strategy was quite different than mine - organizing the blocks by color and shape before carefully arranging them. At first I was just randomly grabbing and stacking, but I quickly picked up on her method, and matched her pace.
“I need one that’s long and flat…” Sarah pondered - sitting criss-cross with Penny in her lap.
“Maybe this one?” I picked up a light green block with an oblong shape and held it out.
“Yeah!” Sarah took it and placed it on her side of the house.
“Hey kiddos!” Kristy greeted - entering the bedroom. She had in her hands two sippy cups with juice and handed one each to Sarah and me. We gladly accepted them, and began sucking away at the cool, sweet liquid. Kristy smiled. “Thought you might be thirsty. What do we say?”
“Thank you!” Sarah and I responded in unison - our voices muffled by the sippy cups.
“Are you building a house with those blocks?” Kristy inquired.
“Yeah, for Penny and Lucas.” I responded. Sarah smiled meekly and nodded.
“How adorable! Well, don’t let me hold you up. Ali and I are just downstairs if you need anything.”
“Okay.” I responded.
“Have fun!” With that, she left the room.
“Oh Lucas!” Sarah - voicing her rabbit, Penny - called out.
“Yeah?” I picked up Lucas and made him talk.
“Our house will be so beautiful when it’s done.” Penny said dreamily.
“We’ll be safe from the wild.” Lucas added.
“We could even get married!” Penny exclaimed. I blushed - not really knowing why - then realized that I had gone silent. I quickly had Lucas respond.
“Yeah…but we should…build the house first.” Lucas nodded resolutely. Sarah and I continued to build - talking about some of our favorite games and toys. We have a lot in common.
“I need a tall one for this corner…” Sarah prompted another block request. I located a wooden-colored block to the side of me and held it up.
“How about this one?”
“Perfect!” Sarah reached out and got the block. I was sitting across from her with my legs spread out and Lucas was lying behind me near an unsorted pile of blocks. Sarah’s eyes instantly locked in on my diaper - which was turning warm with a growing dull-yellow spot that had spread across the front as I wet. She gasped.
“Did you pee-pee?” Sarah asked - a goofy grin on her face. I quickly looked at her - my attention had been elsewhere, and her question caught me off guard. I looked down at my now wet diaper, and shrugged. I guess wetting myself had become such a normal part of my life that I didn’t really give it much thought anymore. Sarah looked around the room and bounced up and down a little. I couldn’t help but glance as the light yellow flowers on the center of Sarah’s pull-up gradually turned blue, and then faded. She seemed to relax. Suddenly, we locked eyes and she blushed.
“You won’t tell Ali?” She asked with timid desperation.
“…no.” I smiled softly, and went back to playing.
“Oh…okay.” Sarah sighed. She had stopped bouncing, and resumed placing blocks with a calmer demeanor. We built with blocks for the next few minutes in silence. Suddenly, I looked at her and grinned.
“…Potty pants.” I whispered - teasing. Sarah gasped - bringing her legs a little closer together.
“Oh yeah? Well, so are you.” She pointed to my diaper in a playfully accusing manner. I smiled.
“We both are!” I laughed.
“Yeah!” Sarah giggled with a goofy tone. We laughed together for a minute.

We had continued building for about another hour. Once the house was done, we played with Penny and Lucas inside it. It had been quite an eventful afternoon, and I was beginning to feel my eyes droop. I lied on my stomach, and continued playing. Sarah mirrored my position.
“Now that our house is done, we have a place to sleep.” Sarah - talking for Penny - said. It was like she read my mind.
“Yes, this house is perfect for sleeping.” I rested my head on the carpet - bringing Lucas close to my chest. “Ni-night, Penny.”
“Goodnight, Lucas.” Sarah replied.

I awoke to the sound of a diaper tape ripping. I rubbed my eyes as Kristy undid my diaper, and began wiping me down. I was lying on her changing mat in the living room. Sarah was on a mat right beside me - getting changed by Ali.
“Good afternoon sleepy head!” Kristy smiled warmly - prepping a fresh diaper for me. “I came back up to check on you two, but all that fun must have tired you out.”
“We thought it was getting a little too quiet up there.” Ali added.
“I walked in to find you both asleep on the floor!” Kristy giggled.
“Sarah, I don’t have any more of your pull-ups, so Kristy gave me a diaper for you to wear.” Ali explained. Sarah was fully awake now - with wide eyes. “I know that you probably wet your pull-up while you were sleeping. It’s okay - you’re not in trouble.” Ali smirked - taping Sarah’s diaper up. I looked over at Sarah, who was looking back at me. “Honestly, I don’t know why my brother and your mommy have been pushing all the potty stuff with you so much right now anyways. You’re clearly not ready yet.” Ali huffed - lifting Sarah to her feet. “Kristy and I were talking, and we think it’s probably better to keep you in diapers for now. That way, I won’t have to change so many pull-ups, and… your mommy and daddy can work on the potty training when they want.” Ali nodded with the statement - checking the fit of Sarah’s diaper in the leg cuffs and around her bottom. Kristy lifted me to my feet, and positioned my t-shirt to fall back over my diaper some.
“All set buddy!” She smiled. I sat down on the couch and Sarah pattered over next to me - feeling the new added bulk of her diaper. Ali began packing up the changing supplies.
“I thought we could cheat a little tonight and pick up some burgers and fries for dinner. How does that sound?” Kristy asked.
“Yay!” Sarah and I cheered.
“Sounds like a winner!” Kristy concluded. “Ali, are you good to stay here with the kids while I go and pick up the food?” She asked.
“Yeah, sure.” Ali responded.
“Alright.” Kristy said - gathering her things. “I will be back soon.” She passed by the couch - with her bag and car keys in hand. “Goodbye Ryan.” She placed a kiss on my forehead. I smiled. “You tell Miss Ali if you need anything while I’m gone.”
“Okay.” I replied meekly. With that, Kristy left the house.

It was only a few minutes before Ali, Sarah, and me decided to play hide-and-seek while Kristy was gone. Naturally, Sarah and I voted Ali to be “It”.
“Ugh, fine. I’m going to warn you though, I’m really good at this.” Ali turned to towards the couch, covered her face, and began counting. Sarah and I bolted off in different directions to hide. Sarah had wandered through the kitchen, and fixed herself underneath the dining room table. I scampered up the stairs and into my bedroom - looking desperately for a good place to hide. I started toward the closet, but then decided against it. Most people would know to check there. I turned around, and looked at my bed. That’s when I had an idea. I lied flat on my back, and gently shimmied into the space underneath my bed. There were small bins and toys in the front, but just enough space in the back for my small body to occupy. The empty space wasn’t very long, and with my whole body underneath - my toes peeked out a little. I lifted them to pull them out of view, and grew still - waiting, and listening.
“Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty!” Ali counted out. “Hope you found good spots to hide, because I’m coming now!” Her voice echoed through the house. It was quiet for a few minutes. Occasionally, I would hear a door open, or some footsteps downstairs. Ali was being really thorough, and I could hear her methodically working through different areas.

Suddenly, I heard Sarah squeal - followed by Ali announcing: “Found you!” Ali’s overall energy intimidated me a little. She wasn’t as gentle as Kristy, and seemed more unpredictable. I tried to breath calmly and quietly as I heard Ali ascending the stairs and searching the bathroom.
“Ah ha!” She exclaimed - checking behind the bathroom door. Nothing. “You can’t hide forever Ryan…” Ali taunted. It wasn’t long before I heard footsteps as Ali entered my room. I listened quietly as she looked behind the block house that Sarah and I had made, and opened the closet door. She was just about to leave the room when I was reminded of my toes peeking out, and quickly pulled them back under the bed. Ali paused. I held my breath. It was silent once again. Was she gone? Did she go back down the stairs? I didn’t hear any footsteps. I let out a gentle sigh. Suddenly, I felt her fingertips against the bottom of my feet.
“What are these toes doing here?” Ali joked. The tickling sensation was strong. I wiggled and squirmed, but there was no where to go under the bed.
“Found you, Ryan!” Ali exclaimed. “Thought you could hide from me under here?” She teased. Ali continued tickling my feet, and I giggled wildly. The tickling sensation was quickly paired with a flowing warmth - followed by a familiar wet sensation in my diaper. There was no holding it as the tickling continued - I was laughing and peeing and squirming all at once.
“Let’s get you out of there. Hold still, I’m gonna pull you out…” Ali gently gripped my ankles, and pulled me out from under the bed. My shirt rode up. I looked up at her with a goofy smile.
“You’re pretty good at this.” Ali playfully pinched my side. She stood up, and put a hand on her hip. “Sarah’s ‘It’ next because I found her first.”
“Okay!” I smiled. Hopping up and following Ali back down the stairs to the living room.

After Kristy got back, we all ate fast food together before settling in for a movie. I laid in Kristy’s lap, and Sarah curled up next to Ali on the couch. After the movie, Ali checked Sarah’s diaper to discover that it was quite wet. Kristy gave Ali a few diapers, and Ali changed Sarah. It was almost bath time for me, so Kristy didn’t bother to change me out of my wet diaper just yet. After Sarah was changed, Ali packed up their things, and Kristy and her exchanged goodbyes.
“We should definitely do this again soon!” Kristy suggested.
“I watch Sarah a couple times a week right now, so there are a few days we could all hang again.” Ali confirmed.
“Sweet!” Kristy beamed. “It was so great to see you Ali!”
“Ditto!” Ali replied.
“Bye-bye Ryan!” Sarah approached me and threw her arms around me. I wasn’t prepared for this, but was warmed by the growing friendship.
“Bye-bye Sarah.” I smiled.

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Timestamp: Jul 9, 2023 at 10:29 PM
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CodyBaby said:

I had to restart from the beginning, I was confused, I'll be soon up to date on that story. I didn't see it anywhere yet but there's no specific age for Ryan mentioned anywhere in this story, which got me quite puzzled.

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I have some general clues dropped towards the beginning that could hint at an age range, but I intentionally left that information up to interpretation by the reader. How old/young do you think Ryan is? At what age would this story be less likely? I feel it adds to the fun!

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Timestamp: Jul 9, 2023 at 10:29 PM
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Elmo said:

Great story, LittleJ. I really love Ryan and Kristy's dynamic in this story. It's very much symbolic of little and big side for me.

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Thank You! I'm so happy to hear that.

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Timestamp: Jul 10, 2023 at 1:11 PM
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MichiganDL89 said:

This is amazing! Keep up the great work!

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Thank you! I really appreciate the encouragement.

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Timestamp: Jul 11, 2023 at 2:55 PM
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tam1623 said:

Great story, thanks

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Thank you for reading!

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Timestamp: Jul 27, 2023 at 10:42 PM
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jamiejamie said:

Great story! Came upon this today so I read all the chapters. Keep up the good work!

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Thank you for the encouragement!

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Timestamp: Jul 27, 2023 at 10:43 PM
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BabyBilly said:

I love these kinds of stories. Only I wish I was the character in the story. He is so lucky to be back in a diaper and have someone change him.

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Hey, you and me both! It's definitely part of why I started writing to begin with.

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Timestamp: Jul 27, 2023 at 10:43 PM
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LucasFromTazmily said:

Really nice story. I read the first five chapters a few months back, but it's cool that you've come back to it.

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Welcome back! yes, please check back in every now and then. I plan to continue adding chapters...

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Timestamp: Jul 27, 2023 at 10:44 PM
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nappybaby said:

I love this story!! I can‘t thank you enough

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It warms my heart to hear that. You're very welcome!

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Timestamp: Aug 3, 2023 at 1:35 AM
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BabyBilly said:

I think the way Ryan plays with his stuffed toy he probably is in first or second grade.

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Timestamp: Aug 3, 2023 at 1:36 AM
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BabyBilly said:

Only if stories like this could come alive and adults could become that small child baby.

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I know right? That would be a dream come true!

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Timestamp: Aug 3, 2023 at 1:37 AM
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BabyBilly said:

Such stories as this helps me feel young and wishing I was Ryan. I missed out on being a baby. I had Encephalitis when I was six from a Polio shot and lost my memory.

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Yikes. Sorry to hear that. I hope you nurture your little side in the present day.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Aug 9, 2023 at 5:14 PM
Content: Hey everyone! new chapter coming your way!

Chapter 7

It was late Sunday night. My parents’ trip was over, and they had arrived back home to relieve Kristy and get things ready for the week. They had hoped that I would be awake to welcome them home - as I used to stay up a pretty late before my Still Age started. Upon returning, Kristy informed them that I was in bed. They all crept up the stairs and cracked open my bedroom door to take a peek.
“It doesn’t even look like him…” My dad marveled - perplexed.
“Aw…” My mom doted. “He’s all sound asleep.” I was out hard - wearing my stars and planets t-shirt, thick nighttime diaper, and cartoon themed socks. I was clutching my stuffed wolf Lucas in my arms, and a light blue pacifier was hanging out of my half-open mouth. Kristy had given it to me the other night when she noticed I was sucking my thumb regularly. The Ryan my parents had left in Kristy’s care was much more resembling of a toddler now.
“We had another beach day today.” Kristy whispered. “It really tired him out. He could barely keep his eyes open on the car ride home.”
“Our Ryan? The one who used to always stay up past his bedtime playing Mario?” My dad asked - confounded. Kristy nodded and smiled tenderly. It was only eight o’clock at night.

I awoke to the sunlight coming through my bedroom window. I could hear the trash truck turning the corner, and the sound of birds chirping their morning songs. I took a deep breath - feeling well-rested, and gently rubbed my eyes. I noticed Lucas was missing, and sat up in bed - my wet diaper making its presence known. I looked down and found Lucas on the floor next to my bed. I must have dropped him in my sleep. My pacifier was next to him. I hopped out of bed, and put the pacifier on my night stand. I picked up Lucas, and waddled to the bedroom door. As I exited my bedroom and turned the corner to head down the stairs, I could hear a conversation happening down below.
“Are you sure you don’t want any eggs?” Kristy asked - cooking in the kitchen.
“No thank you. My coffee is just fine.” My mom replied from her usual spot on the couch. Mom was home? That’s right, it was Monday! I had completely forgotten about my parents coming back.
“Good morning Bud!” Kristy greeted me cheerfully.
“Ryan? Glad to see your up.” My mom noticed me coming down the stairs - clutching Lucas tightly, and walking carefully to compensate for my sagging diaper. She rose when I reached the bottom, and we hugged. Her embrace was somewhat restrained - as if she was a bit unsure of herself. I hugged her back, but something about the dynamic felt strange.
“Welcome home, Mommy.” I said meekly.
“Your Dad had to go back to the office, but I made arrangements to spend the day here with you and Kristy.” My mom explained.
“Oh…okay.” I replied - scratching one foot with the other. Mom looked down and noticed my diaper - as if for the first time. She had an uncomfortable expression.
“Another wet night huh?” I nodded. “Does… your bed need cleaning?” She asked. I shook my head. Her expression relaxed a bit. “Oh. Looks like this did its job then…” She awkwardly pinched the side of my diaper with her observation, and I winced. Kristy finished putting eggs and toast on my plate, and came into the living room to save the morning.
“We can change Ryan right after breakfast, but for now - it’s hot and ready!” She announced.

“Ryan, eat your food. Kristy made it just for you…” My mom reprimanded. I was sitting in my usual spot - with Kristy in the seat next to me, and my mom next to her at the head of the table. I poked at the eggs on the plate - feeling somewhat under the microscope.
“Here…” Kristy smiled - taking possession of my fork, and scooping a generous portion of eggs on it. She held it in front of my mouth. “Open up!” I opened and received the food. “How’s that?” Kristy asked. I nodded and smiled - chewing. “Good!” She replied. She continued to feed me as they talked.
“You will have to fill me in more about his progress before we visit with the doctor this afternoon.” My mom said to Kristy.
“Yes, we can go over details while Ryan plays for a little after breakfast.” Kristy responded. Hearing them make plans without me made me feel small.
“The doctor?” I asked in between mouthfuls.
“Yes. We’re taking you to see them this afternoon.” My mom explained. “They will assess your condition and give us more options for treatment.” She made it sound like I had a disease. Once again, Kristy stepped in.
“Ryan, this doctor is a good friend of mine. There’s a TV in the waiting room, and other kids like you to play with. You even get candy at the end!” Kristy smiled.
“Oh, okay.” I shrugged - pretending not to seem too concerned.
“Last bite…” Kristy lifted up the fork, and fed me one final time. “Good boy!” she praised. I looked down at my diaper. I desperately needed to pee. Normally, I would have just relaxed and wet myself, but something about having my mom here this morning made my body tense. I could feel my bladder trying to hold it.
“No more juice?” Kristy asked, puzzled. My cup was still about half full. “You normally gulp this down…” she reflected. I shook my head - trying to concentrate. “Oh, alright…” Kristy rose form the table, and began to clear it. My mom went to refill her coffee. I sat at the table, and picked up Lucas - playing with him gently. Kristy went to the living room and got her changing supplies. “Come on Ryan. Let’s get you out of that wet diaper.” She called. I got off the chair and stood on the tile - my diaper getting a fresh surge of warmth. I started wetting instantaneously. It was already quite full from the night before, and the addition was too much for it to handle. A thin streak of pee began leaking down my leg. Kristy finished laying out the changing mat, and looked up at me when she noticed I hadn’t come over.
“Oh, boy! looks like your diaper met it’s limit, Squirt…” Kristy attempted to make light of the situation. I just stood there - mortified. My mom turned around in the kitchen and froze when she saw me. She had never seen me wet myself during the day like that before. Kristy used a wipe to cleanse my leg, and then picked me up to place me on the changing mat - avoiding my diaper leaking any further. My mom followed us into the living room as Kristy began to unfasten the tabs.
“Do you…need any…help?” My mom asked Kristy pensively - standing off to the side with her coffee in hand.
“Not at all, this will only take a minute. Ryan’s very well behaved during changes.” Kristy replied. My mom sighed.
“Okay, good! I already changed so many diapers once before, the thought of changing more during this season of life is just…a little much to process right now.” My mom sat back down on the couch, and sipped her coffee - trying not to look to bothered about me in diapers. I realized I had dropped Lucas earlier when Kristy picked me up. He was a few feet away from the changing mat. I was suddenly overcome with this intense need to have him - to hold him tight. I reached out - trying to grab him, and Kristy held me still. I fussed, and made a grunting noise.
“Sorry…” Kristy began. “He’s not normally like this. Ryan, do you need something?” She asked.
“Lucas!” I pouted.
“Okay, here…” Kristy reached over and grabbed Lucas - handing the stuffed toy to me. “You can hold Lucas. Please stay still while I change you…” It was overwhelming being so vulnerable in the sight of my mother, and I put Lucas in front of my face while Kristy changed my diaper. She was about to grab a fresh diaper from her bag when I pointed to a pull-up in the bag.
“Can I wear that one?” I asked - trying to sound cute. I knew that Kristy wouldn’t approve of me going without protection, but the idea of wearing something more boyish and less babyish in front of my mom felt like a win. Kristy picked up the pull-up and tapped her chin.
“This won’t hold much, but we can try it if you’d like.” She reasoned. Her tone was filled with understanding. It was as if she read my mind. “I only have a couple of these pull-ups, so if you like it, try and keep it dry, okay?”
“Okay!” I agreed.
“Now that sounds like some progress.” My mom commented.

For the next hour, I colored in some coloring books that Kristy brought out of her bin in her car while she and my mom talked in the living room. I was sprawled out on the living room floor in my stars and planets t-shirt and light blue pull-up - coloring with Lucas beside me. Kristy was seated on the couch next to my mom with her binder and notes out.
“He sleeps earlier than when I first started working with him, and I even introduced a nap time in the afternoon just because he’s tired enough for it.” Kristy explained.
“Does he sleep well?” My mom asked.
“Deeply, like a baby.” Kristy smiled warmly.
“Is he usually wet most mornings?” My mom asked.
“Every morning I’ve been with him so far.” Kristy confirmed. Hearing them talk about my accidents in front of me made me feel no older than three.
“At what point did you have to switch to diapers during the day?” My mom asked.
“We were going through my supply of pull-ups so quickly…” Kristy reflected. “They were just getting soaked so fast. I knew we needed to upgrade to something with more protection.” She concluded. There was a lull in the conversation - a quiet moment where Kristy was writing some more notes in her binder, and my mom just kept glancing at me and then back at Kristy - her expression was one of helplessness.
“Emotionally, I’ve noticed an increase in sensitivity…” Kristy began. I was getting a little bored with just coloring, and got up to get some more toys from my room.
“Ryan, where are you going?” My mom asked.
“To…get more toys.” I replied - the feeling of pressure in my bladder intensifying.
“Remember, whatever you bring downstairs you’ll have to clean back up before we leave…” My mom reprimanded.
“Okay.” I answered. My plan was to try and make it up the stairs to the bathroom to pee, but with every step up the stairs I felt a little bit come out. Once I reached the top, a steady stream was flowing into my pull-up - making my stars turn blue and fade. The relief felt good, but I was disappointed that I didn’t make it to the bathroom. I toddled into my bedroom, and grabbed some of my action figures, and a toy car. I headed back down the stairs carefully, hoping Kristy and my mom wouldn’t notice my wet pull-up. When I got back to the living room, I quickly sat down on the floor and let my t-shirt cover most of my pull-up. I then started playing with the action figures - making them fight each other. My mom and Kristy continued to talk about my mental state, weight loss, and change of toilet habits. I put two of the action figures in the car, and began to drive it around - making vroom noises as I played.
“That looks like fun!” Kristy commented. “Where are they going?”
“They’re escaping the bad guys.” I explained - gesturing to two dark action figures that had been abandoned on the floor.
“Oh, my!” Kristy giggled. She resumed talking to my mom.
“Do you think any of this will reverse soon?” My mom blatantly asked.
“He’s regressed so quickly, it’s hard to tell.” Kristy answered. I got into a crawling position - with both of my hands on the toy car - I pushed it around - moving out of the living room into the kitchen and then back again.
“Ryan, you’re making so much noise…we’re trying to talk.” My mom commented. I was getting annoyed by all of her micromanaging. I turned around, and ran the car into the couch right by mom’s legs.
“Crash!” I giggled. One of the action figures fell out of the car.
“Ryan, calm down.” My mom corrected.
“Man down, man down…” Kristy picked up the action figure that had fallen and placed him back in my car. “Quick, make your escape!” I giggled some more - quickly turning and pushing the car away again into the dining room and around the kitchen. Kristy and mom noticed my wet pull-up shifting back and forth as I pushed the car away.
“Ryan, did you pee in your pull-up?” My mom asked accusingly. I froze. “Why didn’t you try to go to the potty?” I turned to face them, and stood up - pulling my shirt down over my pull-up as far as it would go. Kristy got up from the couch, and got her changing supplies.
“I tried…but-” I could feel myself starting to cry.
“It’s alright.” Kristy interjected in a soothing tone. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She picked me up and laid me on the changing mat. Mom looked on disapprovingly.
“As much as I hate to say it, I think putting him back in a diaper is best for now. We can’t have accidents at the doctors office.” My mom added.
“I agree.” Kristy smiled warmly - removing my wet pull-up and wiping me down before unfolding a fresh diaper. It felt like a loss to have to be put back in diapers in front of my mom, but the bulk and softness of the padding was comforting, and when Kristy finished securing the tapes, I felt that tingly feeling all over. It was as if all was right with the world because Kristy put me in a diaper. I felt a bit silly for trying to wear a pull-up for mom in the first place. She seemed so condescending about things, and it only ended up embarrassing me further.
“Before we head out, let’s find you some shorts to cover that diaper butt!” Kristy teased playfully. “We’ll be right back Mom…” Kristy rose to head upstairs to my room, and I crinkled up the steps behind her - feeling relieved to leave my mom behind in the living room.

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Timestamp: Aug 12, 2023 at 3:39 AM
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Fiammaverde said:

You made a wonderful job in having the concerned mom gradually introduced to the new reality by Kirsty. I also like how Ryan is ashamed of his situation while mom is there and how mom is rude enough to continuously embarrass him. But, I’m sure that once mom understands that keeping Ryan in diapers instead of any other sort of underwear will mean less work for her, any pressure about attempting to use the potty will be gone forever!
I’m looking forward to the doctor’s appointment.

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Thanks for the feedback! Yes, I am working on the next chapter. Should be a good one!

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Timestamp: Aug 17, 2023 at 8:16 PM
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NovaDL said:

Love this story. Hoping for a bit more regression.

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Definitely more to come! Though I think Ryan has come along way since the beginning...

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 8, 2023 at 11:58 PM
Content: Hey everyone! Thanks for the support. Here is the next chapter:

Chapter 8

The doctors office waiting area was big - with several tables in the middle of the room with blocks and toys for the kids to play with, and the walls of the room lined with chairs where their parents were sitting. I stayed close to Kristy as her, Mom, and I entered the room and found a couple empty chairs to wait for the nurse.
“Ryan, you can play with those toys if you’d like.” Kristy nudged me. I dug my head into her lap nervously and wet my diaper. “No worries, bud. I know it’s busy. You can stay here with us if you’d like too.” Kristy reassured me. My Mom was disconnected (as usual) - typing away on her smartphone. Perhaps she was checking in with Dad, responding to e-mail, or working on my parents’ next business deal? Regardless, it was far more important than me.

I eventually mustered the courage to shuffle over to the table closest to us, and found some toy planes that nobody was playing with. I picked two up. It was like the planes were chasing each other - like they were fighting. I began to wave them around in the air as the fight ensued.
“What’d you find, Ryan?” Kristy asked - engaged. I held up the fighting planes. “Cool! Looks like a jet and a biplane.” She explained. I resumed flying them back and forth. The waiting room was scary, but these planes were brave, they could fly through anything. The biplane was determined to catch the jet, but the jet was too fast. Time to use the guns! “Phew! phew!” I made gun noises while pacing back and forth in front of the seats.
“Hello?” My Mom was making a phone call. “Yes, I’m sorry it’s loud. I’m in a doctor’s office. No, we haven’t gone back yet. Now is fine…” She continued to talk to someone from work. “Now is not fine!” I thought to myself. Pacing away from her and down a row of empty seats. I felt a rumble in my tummy, and slowed down as the anxious mess spurted out into my diaper. There was an audible sound, and my Mom looked over at me with a deer in the headlights expression.
“Hello? Are you there?” Her phone called out.
“Oh, you did not…” She mouthed at me. I winced. Kristy gasped.
“Ryan, did you mess?” I acted coy. “Sorry buddy…” Kristy said sympathetically. “We don’t have much time, so let’s change before the nurse comes…” I dropped the planes back on the table - defeated - and Kristy led me to the family bathroom across the room. My Mom - even after making such a big deal of things - simply resumed talking on the phone as if nothing happened. We entered the bathroom, and Kristy unpacked her changing supplies.
“This is runnier than normal…” Kristy commented as she was wiping me up. “Aww, Ryan are you nervous?” I nodded meekly. “It’s okay. The Doctor can be fun. You’ll do great back there, I’m sure.” She smiled reassuringly.

After I was changed and in a fresh diaper, Kristy and I left the bathroom, and headed back over to my Mom in the waiting room. Luckily, no kids took the planes, so I resumed playing with them for a while. After some time, the office door opened, and a young man with dark skin and black hair wearing blue scrubs entered the room. He was holding a clipboard.
“Ryan?” He called out. Scanning the room with his eyes.
“That’s us.” Kristy rose up and I grabbed her hand.
“I’ll have to call you back…” My Mom said to the person on the phone. She rose from her seat too and followed behind us.
“Hey there Buddy! I’m Nurse Byron, but everyone here calls me Bye-bye.” He smiled.
“Bye-bye.” I replied - giving the name a try for myself.
“What! You’re leaving already?” Byron looked around and acted surprised. “But we haven’t even seen the doctor yet!” He joked. I giggled at this. “ Ha ha! C’mon back with me, and we’ll get you all set…” We followed Byron to a scale in the hallway.
“Step on up…” He instructed. I cautiously stepped on the scale. Nurse Byron moved a rod with a ruler on it over my head, and made a note on his clipboard. There was a slider on top of the scale, and he shifted it until it balanced out.
“Not to shabby…” He commented - scribbling in his notebook. “Make sure you keep eating your vegetables.” I grimaced at this and He chuckled. “Follow me…” We entered a smaller room down the hall. It had an examination table on one side, and a sink and counter on the other. Next to the counter were two chairs. Kristy and my Mom sat in the chairs. I stood there awkwardly, and Nurse Byron put his clipboard down on the counter.
“Alright Ryan, put your arms out like this…” He extended his arms in a “T” pose to demonstrate. I modeled his pose. “Good job!” He praised. “Now jump.” I jumped, and Byron picked me up from under the arms and lifted me onto the examination table. He was strong, and the lift seemed effortless for him. He gently set me upon it, and I was sitting high off the ground. “Great work, Buddy!” Byron held out a hand gave me a high-five. “You were flying there for a moment. Do you have super powers?” I giggled at this. “Hang tight for a minute.” Byron walked over to the sink and washed his hands.
“You’re doing great.” Kristy smiled from her seat. My Mom was busy on her phone. Nurse Byron put on some gloves, and took out his stethoscope.
“Let’s listen to that heart of yours…” He lifted my t-shirt, and the crinkly top of my thick diaper peeking out above my shorts became obviously visible. Nurse Byron definitely saw it, but didn’t say anything. He seemed unfazed, uninterested, or simply indifferent regarding my padding. He placed the stethoscope receiver over my chest. “Ba-boom, ba-boom… It’s like a drummer in there!” He commented. I smiled at this - feeling myself open up a little. “Now, take some deep breaths…” Byron motioned with his hand - in and out slowly. I breathed slow, and he listened with the stethoscope - periodically moving it for a better position. “Good!” He removed the stethoscope, and grabbed his thermometer. “Now, say ‘ahhhh’.” He instructed.
“Ahhh” I opened my mouth, and he placed the thermometer in it. We waited for a few moments.
“Great…” He removed the thermometer, and recorded on his clipboard. As he was writing I felt my bladder release. My diaper grew warm. I looked over at my Mom and Kristy - feeling grateful that they had decided to keep me in diapers for this appointment. My Mom looked up for a moment and we locked eyes. She smiled politely - then went back to her phone. Did she know I was wetting? No way. She was just noticing me look at her. Byron came back over with a hammer-looking device with a thin end. “Stay real still for me Buddy, I’m going to take a look in your ears…” He gently inserted the thin end into my left ear. It felt weird, but not painful. “Little bit of wax… You making candles in here?” He commented. I laughed at this. Nurse Byron then looked in the other ear.
He glanced over at Kristy. “Mom, probably good to give his ears a clean after bath time tonight.”
“Oh, I…” Kristy stammered - looking over to my Mom. My Mom was so engrossed in her phone that she didn’t even notice. She registered the silence and looked up.
“Sorry, what was that?” She asked.
“Oh, you’re Mom!” Byron smiled. “My bad! Just make sure to give Ryan’s ears a clean after bath time. They could use a little TLC.”
“Sure thing. Will do.” My Mom replied - probably lying. Byron put the device away, and made a few final notes on his clipboard. He then removed his gloves, and washed his hands.
“You did great little man!” We high-fived again. “Doctor Lisa will be in to see you shortly.”
“Thanks!” Kristy responded. My Mom looked up from her phone for a moment and smiled at the Nurse.
“Later gators.” With that, he left the room.

After several minutes, there was a gentle knock on the door. It opened, and a slim lady in her late thirties walked in. She had slanted eyes and straight dark brown hair that was brushed neatly just past her shoulders. She was wearing colorful pink scrubs with a white coat over them. She waved jovially.
“Hello! I’m Doctor Lisa. Nice to meet you.” She had a strong accent. She shook my Mom’s hand.
“Hello.” My Mom replied.
“Kristy! Good to see you again Dear.” Doctor Lisa walked over to Kristy - who then stood up. They embraced.
“Lisa, this is my client’s son, Ryan.” Kristy gestured to me. I looked down at the floor and smiled shyly.
“Hello Ryan.” Lisa smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
“Hi.” I replied quietly - feeling that tingly feeling all over.
“So tell me, what brings you in to see me today?” Lisa asked. My Mom put her phone in her lap.
“My Son, Ryan has Still Age. Kristy has been working with him. She advised we bring him in to assess where he’s at, and I thought it would be good to also hear about treatment options.” She explained.
“I see…” Lisa pondered. She picked up the clipboard that Byron had left in the room. “His chart indicates that he is significantly below his lowest average height and weight for his age.” Lisa nodded with understanding. Kristy nodded in agreement, and my mom looked puzzled. Lisa set down the clipboard and washed her hands. She then put some gloves on. “Ryan, I’m going to hold up this light…” She produced a small flashlight from her coat. “…and I want to you follow it with your eyes okay?”
“Okay…” I responded. Dr. Lisa moved the light slowly back and forth, and I tracked it with my gaze.
“Good!” She responded. She then had me stand on the floor and bend over. She lifted up my shirt and examined my back and spine. “looks nice and straight.” She commented - positioning my shirt back down again. She helped me back onto the table.

Dr. Lisa was very thorough - asking questions to Kris and my mom about me while she examined me from head to toe. She checked my throat and eyes. She checked my reflexes. She examined my fingers and toes. Before putting my shoes back on, she had me lie down on the examination table on my back. She lifted my shirt, and applied gentle pressure in different areas of my stomach.
“Ryan, does this hurt at all?” She asked. I shook my head. “Good!” She praised. She pulled my shirt back down, and began removing my shorts. When my diaper was revealed, she didn’t hesitate to unfasten the tabs. She was just about to unfold my diaper and continue the examination when the cool air caused me to pee. Dr. Lisa reflexively moved the front of my diaper back over my crotch.
“Oops! Looks like incontinence is a symptom too…” She giggled a bit. My mom looked embarrassed.
“I’m so sorry, Doctor.” She apologized.
“Not to worry!” She made a shooing motion with her free hand while I peed. “Urination is a natural and healthy function.” When I was done peeing, she cleaned in between my legs with a wipe and took a look around. When she was finished, she went over to the sink, removed her gloves, and washed her hands.
“I am going to check to see if the report from school was transferred completely. If you would like to change his diaper now…I’ll be back in a minute.” Dr. Lisa explained. My mom looked defeated.
“Certainly!” Kristy perked up - gathering her changing supplies. Dr. Lisa left the room, and Kristy changed my diaper while Mom checked her phone again.
“Ryan, you almost peed on the doctor!” My mom hissed - shaking her head while scrolling her phone.
“It’s alright…” Kristy, now getting a little fed up with my mom’s remarks, but still trying to be respectful, replied. “…accidents happen.” When My diaper was changed, Kristy put my shorts back on, and washed her hands before returning to her seat.

After a while, Dr. Lisa returned with a large folder in hand. She added her clipboard to the mix, and propped herself against the sink station to face us while she read.
“Our findings here coincide with what you and Kristy have told us. Additionally, we now have physical and psychological assessment reports from Ryan’s school that also concur that Ryan does indeed have Still Age.” Dr. Lisa explained. “While it is years away from his age chronologically…” She began. “I would estimate Ryan’s Still Age to be at about three or three and a half years old.” She nodded resolutely with the assessment.
“th-three…and a half?!?” My mom stammered.
“That tracks.” Kristy replied to Dr. Lisa and my mom gave her a look.
“My boy…who was doing math a whole grade above his level, and interested in joining the soccer team?!?” My mom was bewildered.
“His regression is prominent.” Dr. Lisa replied.
“What do we do? What are our options?” My mom asked with a tone of desperation.
“Ma’am. I must be clear with you: Ryan is not in any danger, but there is no ‘cure’ for Still Age.” Dr. Lisa said.
“It won’t go away?” My mom asked.
“It may…in time, but it’s not guaranteed. Also, there is no way to know how long it will be until Ryan begins normal growth and development again.” Dr. Lisa explained. My mom was borderline hysterical.
“So…what are we supposed to do?!”
“Take care of him. Lot’s of love and affection!” Dr. Lisa placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I smiled. “Keep his mind stimulated with plenty of toys and games. Make sure he is eating a balanced diet, and drinking plenty of liquids.” Dr. Lisa nodded - making a few final checks on her clipboard.
“Th-that’s it?” My mom was mortified. “No pill, or injection, or…”
“No ma’am.” Dr. Lisa replied - smirking. “A lot of those are rumors from online.” My mom was looking down at the floor - her eyes darting back and forth as her mind was reeling.
“This can’t be real! We’re just supposed to treat him like a baby forever?!?” Her voice raised, and I felt my eyes tear up.
“It’s okay, Ryan.” Kristy came over to the table, and put me on her hip. I hugged her, and she bounced me up and down. “You did great.” She whispered, and smiled warmly. Dr. Lisa took a seat next to my mom and faced her.
“Look, I have seen studies of children with Still Age that have returned to normal after stability and care were better established. Kristy is the best specialist I know at providing that, so you’ve got a lot going for you. But honestly, even if nothing changes, Ryan has been given the gift of youth, and I don’t think that’s so bad in the grand scheme of things. What he needs are parents that support and love him. Okay?” My mom was silent, just staring at the doctor. Her lips were quivering as if she had lots of things to say, but someone had put her voice on mute. Dr. Lisa smiled and stood up.
“Here you go buddy! Thanks for coming to see me!” She brought out a lime green lollipop with a looped handle from her coat and handed it to me. Kristy helped me open the wrapper and I shoved it in my mouth and smiled.
“What do we say?” Kristy prompted.
“Phank Yoo!” I called out. The lollipop limiting my speech.
“Good to see you again, Kristy!” Dr. Lisa smiled as she opened the door.
“You too!” Kristy replied.
“Just walk out those doors back to the waiting area, and the nurse at the front desk will check you out.” Dr. Lisa instructed.
“Okay thanks!” Kristy said. She looked over at my mom, who was standing up and gathering herself. “You okay?”
“I will be…” My mom replied. “I just… need a little time.”

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Timestamp: Nov 9, 2023 at 1:52 PM
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Diaperman0723 said:

Wow another great chapter. Nurse Byron seems like a very chill person

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Thank you so much! Yeah, I modeled his character after a few people I've met in real life that I've really liked.

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Timestamp: Nov 9, 2023 at 4:50 PM
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babyboy10 said:

Love this story. Thank you for writing another chapter!

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You're welcome. I'm glad you are enjoying it! More to come in time...

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2023 at 6:03 PM
Content: Chapter 9

“I’m sorry I froze back there…” My mom apologized to Kristy on the car ride home. “This whole thing has just been a lot for me to process.”
“It’s alright, I understand.” Kristy replied. “When I was younger, one of my friends was diagnosed with Still Age.”
“Really?” My mom marveled. “How old were they when it started?”
“He was in middle school at the time, and I watched his parents struggle to cope with his regression. They eventually withdrew their investments to his college fund just to buy the things he needed to be cared for.” Kristy explained somberly. “I spent a lot of time with him when his parents were at work, and it eventually inspired me to pursue companion care.”
“Wow. I guess you never know how something could turn out for the better…” My mom pondered.
“Take Ryan for example…” Kristy gestured to me - asleep in my car seat. “He could be one of dozens in a classroom right now. Instead, he is engaged with one-on-one in an intimate and tailored setting. How great is that?”
“It’s true…” My mom looked over at me compassionately. “I know all of the moving from house to house has been tough on him. My husband and I work so hard that often I feel unable to spend the time with him that I’d like.”
“There’s no such thing as a perfect parent.” Kristy consoled.
“I know…” My mom replied. We rode in silence for a minute.
“Can I… share something with you?” My mom asked.
“Certainly.” Kristy responded.
“Sometimes I wish I could start over with Ryan!” Mom blurted out. “Give him a childhood that’s not just financially secure, but…more emotionally invested. The whole Still Age thing has really made me feel like I messed up something for Ryan earlier on. I just wish I could do it over again. Does that make sense?” My mom asked Kristy.
“That makes a lot of sense.” Kristy confirmed. “You know, the universe has a strange way of answering our wishes when we least expect it…” She gestured to me again - sitting in my car seat with my thumb in my mouth - my diaper clearly visible from under my shorts. “Perhaps it isn’t too late to start again?” Kristy offered. My mom gasped, and then smiled. It was like she was seeing me for the first time.
“You know what… Kristy?” My mom began with tears in her eyes. “You’re right.” She smiled.

Kristy and mom transported me to bed when we got home. I was tuckered out from all the events at the doctors, and ended up napping for over an hour. When I woke up, Kristy and mom had me play on the living room floor with some toys while they worked on dinner. Mom was in a different spirit, and was talking excitedly to Kristy about all kinds of baby things. Kristy would calmly reply and offer some information here and there while cooking. I didn’t really know everything that they talked about, but I also didn’t care that much. My mom seemed happier now than she had been in a while, and that made me glad.
“Ryan, sweetie, when you were asleep upstairs I went out to this little store that Kristy recommended that sells all kinds of adorable stuff for little kids like you.” She beamed. “I have more to show you, but I couldn’t wait to show you this one…” She shuffled through a large bag that was on the kitchen counter, and produced a onesie. It was light blue with little yellow stars all over it. I just sat there on the floor with my toys. My eyes grew wide.
“It reminded me of the astronaut shirt you like, but this one will keep your diaper from sagging too!” My mom smiled. I couldn’t help but smile a bit as well. Her enthusiasm was infectious. “Would you…mind if…I put it on you?” She asked with a little hesitation. I shrugged - feeling something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I thought of all the times I had begged mom to play a year before we moved here, and she had been on her phone, or the first time I wet the bed, and she was so annoyed. She didn’t even seem like the same person, but it felt like home.
“I don’t know…” I mumbled with mixed feelings.
“Oh, nonsense!” My mom came over to me and placed the onesie on the floor next to her.
“Arms up.” She instructed. I obeyed. She removed my t-shirt. She then began to unfasten my shorts, and helped me step out of them. For a moment I was standing there in the living room next to my mom in just a slightly-wet diaper. She smiled warmly.
“Arms again…” She helped me into the new onesie. “Aaaaand… here we go…” She fastened the snaps in between my legs. “All done!” She beamed. “That wasn’t so bad, right?” I shook my head no, and smiled. It was nice to have mom’s full attention. “Good boy!” She praised. “Now you just plop back down and play with your little trucks while Kristy and I finish making dinner.”
“Okay…” I replied meekly - feeling very little. Mom was about to leave when she turned around and knelt back down - almost on the verge of tears.
“I love you, Ryan.” She whispered - smiling feebly. She kissed me on the forehead, and then left for the kitchen.

“Hey hey everyone! I’m home.” My dad announced as he entered the front door.
“Welcome back Honey!” My mom called from the kitchen as Kristy and her were placing plates on the table. I felt a bit exposed being seen on the floor in just my onesie, and I stood up to make it less awkward.
“There he is!” My dad set down his briefcase in the foyer and charged over to me. I froze - unsure of what was to come when he picked me up into the air and placed me on his hip - effortlessly. I was still a bit in shock when he gently ruffled my hair. “Hey there! Good to see you buddy!” Something was different about him. I hugged him back - feeling safe in his strong arms.
“Daddy!” I happily announced.
“Dinner’s all set!” Kristy smiled.
“Fantastic, because I could eat a hippopotamus!” Dad joked - making a silly face at me. I giggled. He carried me over to the table, and set me in my chair. Mom finished placing a warm container of food on the table before sitting down with Kristy, Dad, and me.
“Looks delicious!” My dad exclaimed.
“Let’s eat!” My mom said - picking up her fork.

Dinner with Kristy and my parents felt far from normal. I was seated in my diaper and onesie - eating next to my caregiver and previously workaholic parents who were now present, and happy. There was nothing normal about it, and yet it felt like the most normal dinner we had in a long time.
“I talked with Dr. Lisa and Nurse Byron on the long drive home…” My dad began. “They explained a lot, and Ryan’s situation makes more sense to me now than I think it ever did.” He turned and winked at me. “Love you sport!” He smiled. I was stunned.
“Kristy and I talked today too.” My mom smiled tenderly - looking so touched she might start crying again. “I know I spent a lot of time trying to do and be everything. All I want to be right now is a mom.” She said with misty eyes.
“Honey, I couldn’t agree more.” Dad added. “I want to be more present for Ryan too. I think I’ll look into setting up a remote work option for us, so we can be home with our boy more.”
“If that’s possible, that would be ideal.” Kristy nodded.
“That sounds lovely!” My mom exclaimed. I reached for my fork and knocked over my cup. It fell on the table dramatically and spun a little, but no juice came out since it had a protective lid and nipple. Mom, Dad, and Kristy looked at me and I froze.
“Oops!” Kristy said in a silly tone. “Good thing you have your sippy-cup!” We al laughed.

After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen, and Kristy and I took the opportunity to show Mom and Dad how much of a good helper I am with clearing the dishes. It was getting dark out, and Kristy started packing her things up. My mom noticed Kristy intentionally leaving a pack of diapers, blocks, and some of the other toys.
“Kristy, don’t you want these back?” She asked.
“Keep them. My gift to Ryan.” Kristy smiled. I overheard them.
“Thank you!” I said.
“You’re welcome, squirt!” Kristy said. She then turned to my parents.
“If you both are able to start working from home, and would like me to visit weekly or monthly instead of daily, just let me know, and we can adjust.” Kristy explained.
“I don’t know how it all will look just yet, but that sounds like a great plan.” My Dad replied. “If we’re able to be here for Ryan more, I’m sure there are plenty of other families for you to help.” He shook Kristy’s hand.
“Thank you for everything Kristy!” My Mom smiled.
“Of course! Happy to help!” Kristy and her embraced.
“Ryan…” Kristy called. I toddled over to her and she knelt down in front of me. “It’s been a joy getting to know you and spend time together. I’m probably not going to be visiting every day like last week. What’s most important is that you spend time with your parents.” I felt my eyes beginning to water.
“You…you’re leaving forever?” I stammered.
“No, silly.” Kristy playfully tapped my nose. “I’ll still be around, just not every day.”
“Oh, okay.” I smiled. I hugged Kristy as tight as I could. “I love you Krissy!” I exclaimed.
“Love you too, Ryan.” She whispered back.

After Kristy left, Dad settled in to watch some T.V. while Mom took a shower. They had instructed me to pick up my toys in the living room, and I carefully transported them all back to my bedroom. I came back down the stairs to Dad in the living room.
“Hop on up, Bud.” He patted the seat on the couch. I trotted over, and climbed up next to him. “This is a really silly show. They play funny videos from families all over the world, and vote on which one’s the funniest.” Dad explained.
“Cool!” I responded. We started watching together. During a commercial break, Dad looked over at me, and put his arm around me.
“You know, I’ve kind of missed having my little buddy around. I was so busy when you were a toddler the first time, I always felt like I missed that stage of your life. I’m glad you’re my little boy again.” He smiled. I smiled too. We watched the show together for a while. I felt the familiar rumble in my stomach, and relaxed without hesitation. I messed my diaper right there next to my dad on the couch; followed by a wetting. The funny thing about it is, it didn’t even remotely feel out of place. I was a little boy in diapers who had just eaten dinner, and now I pooped. Eventually, my dad noticed the smell, and made a silly little whiffing noise.
“How’s that diaper holding up, sport?” He shifted me to the side a little, and put his nose up to my pampered bottom covered by the onesie. “Phew! I think you need a change.”
“I can handle it!” My mom announced - coming down the stairs armed with supplies that Kristy had given her. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment.
“You sure Honey?” My Dad asked. “I think it’s going to be a messy one…”
“Nonsense!” My mom replied - laying down a changing mat. “Our son needs his diaper changed, and I am his mother.” I was stunned.
“Oh, okay. Well, don’t let me stop you Honey. I’m here if you need anything..” He said.
“Lie down, Ryan.” She instructed. I waddled over to the mat, and lay on it. My dad casually watched T.V. as my mom undid the snaps of my onesie, and revealed my full diaper.
“It’s been a minute…but I’m no novice…” She whispered under her breath as she unfastened my diaper, and used the front to scrape the mess away from my body. She then began using wipes to cleanse my diaper area. Some things took her a little more time than Kristy. I could tell she was a bit out of practice, but she picked it back up quickly. In time, I was all clean, and she rolled up the used diaper and placed it in a bag.
“Alright Sweetie, let’s get those naked buns upstairs for a bath!” Mom said in a playful tone I hadn’t heard in years.
“Okay!” I giggled - feeling more loved and cared for by my parents than I had in a very long time.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2023 at 8:44 PM
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nappybaby said:

This Story is awesome! My biggest applause to the Author!

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That is so sweet! Thank you!

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 10, 2023 at 8:47 PM
Content: Hey everyone!

This has been such a fun experience: writing my first ABDL story. I have ideas for future short stories, and can't wait to work on some of them. As for Ryan's story, the final chapter is coming soon!

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Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 3:06 PM
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Fiammaverde said:

The 180 degree turn of parents from apathy to being attentive and loving towards Ryan is probably the less plausible detail in the whole story.
Maybe Dr. Lisa has some hypnotic special powers and the real purpose of the medical visit was not to check on Ryan but to treat the parents...

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It was kind of a dramatic change right? Sometimes all people need is to see a situation as an opportunity instead of a problem.

As for Dr. Lisa...I will be releasing a second series on her being a superhero with hypnotic powers! Just kidding! LOL!

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 3:10 PM
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TeddyBearCowboy said:

I have really enjoyed this story. I’m not sure if this is the planned ending, but there are some deep reflections and messages here in addition to the enjoyable content of the overall context.

Thank you for sharing and you have a wonderful sense of creativity.

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This isn't the end yet! I have one final chapter coming. While not always as "realistic", I like when a story has a "happy ending". There are enough sad endings in real life, you know?

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Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 3:12 PM
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MaxDiaper said:

Will you finally reveal his age before he went into “still age”? Looking forward to the last chapter

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Uh...probably not. LOL! Everyone's speculations have been good. I think it's nice that readers can imagine the age they want within reason.

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Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 3:15 PM
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GoodnitesLover8 said:

This is really good and creative. A breath of fresh air in the genre

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Thanks! That means so much! I had always hoped I could bring something new to the genre.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 3:28 PM
Content: Hey everyone!

Thank you all again so much for reading my story, and for all your supportive comments and constructive criticism. This community is so much fun to write for, and I aim to continue to improve as I write new stories. Here is the final chapter in Ryan's Story!

Chapter 10

It’s Saturday morning.

It’s been about a two months since Kristy stopped visiting every day. Mommy and Daddy work from home now, so we get to spend a lot of time together. They arranged to home school me so that they could tailor the lessons to my level of regression. I don’t really think about school anymore. I awoke to sunlight gently coming through the translucent curtains and streaming across the bars of my crib. My bedroom had slowly been converted into more of a nursery over time. There was a changing table my parents had bought with drawers underneath where my dresser had been. It was full of diapers. Dad had painted my walls bright blue and attached stars on the ceiling that glowed at night. My closet was filled with cute colorful clothing in different tones of blue, green, and yellow - overalls, onesies, t-shirts, and shorts. On the floor was a large rug with a city road pattern for me to set up trains or cars on when I played, and the room was laden with blocks, toys, and stuffed animals. Autumn had arrived, and the weather was starting to get crisp. Mom had put me in a cute navy blue footed sleeper, and I felt the cozy woolen surface of it upon waking. My diaper was soaked, but secured by the sleeper. Lucas lying in the crib next to me. I yawned, and my pacifier fell to dangle from its clip. I just laid there for a little while - feeling cozy and slowly waking up.

“Good morning Baby!” My mom opened my bedroom door and smiled. I rose up to sit as she came over to my crib and lowered the rail.
“How did you sleep?” She asked tenderly.
“Good!” I replied - smiling back with morning eyes.
“Let’s get that diaper changed, and then we can head down for breakfast. Daddy’s making pancakes!” Mom said excitedly. She lifted me out of the crib, and placed me on the changing table. She unzipped my sleeper, and slid it off of my body - revealing my swollen diaper.
“Looks like the soggy monster came to visit last night!” She joked. I giggled. Mom changed me into my daytime diaper, and helped me into a warm pair of jogger pants, and socks. She then placed me on the ground, and slipped a rusty orange sweater with little owls and foxes on me.
“All ready for the day!” She announced. “C”mon down stairs…”

“Morning, Sport!” My dad exclaimed when he saw me toddling behind my mom down the stairs. The smell of fresh batter and syrup filled the air. “I’m making pancakes!” Dad was filling pancake batter with chocolate chips, and pouring them onto the skillet.
“G’morning, Daddy!” I trotted over to him and we hugged.
“Would you like some juice?” My mom asked.
“Yeah!” I answered. Mom placed me in my booster chair at the table, and filled my sippy-cup with some juice. I happily sipped away at it until Dad declared that breakfast was ready.

After breakfast, Mom bundled me up with a wool beanie and little jacket, and we all loaded up to go to the park. The air was chilly, and there was a breeze blowing. The leaves were orange, brown, and gold. When we arrived, Dad went around to the back of the car and got out the stroller.
“We’re here!” Mom exclaimed - unbuckling me from my car seat. She carried me around to the back, and placed me in the stroller.
“Here you go, Buddy! Don’t want you getting chilly…” Dad brought out a blanket from the back pouch on the stroller, and wrapped it over me. He locked the car, and we started walking down the trail. It was a perfect day. The breeze was cold, but I felt cozy in my blanket. I wet my diaper while riding in the stroller, and the warmth spread across the padding. I felt safe, secure, and content.

After walking down the trail for a while, we reached the playground. Dad unfastened me from the stroller, and brought me out to play. I was just about to toddle over to the jungle gym when Mom spoke.
“Hey Ryan, look! Someone’s here to see you…” She pointed. Coming out of the other trail and into the playground area was the tall blond girl with freckles.
“Krissy!” I yelled - running over to her as fast as my little legs would take me.
“Rye-rye!” She called out - smiling. I ran to her and we hugged. “I’ve missed you, Bud. Told you I’d be around.” She whispered.

“How’s his speech been?” Kristy asked my mom as they were sitting on a bench while I climbed on the jungle gym, and Dad was running around to random spots and poking his head through to say: “Boo!”
“He is talking a lot less than he used to.” My mom began. “A short word here, or phrase there. We can always tell what he needs though.” She smiled. “He makes this cute little face when he’s messing his diapers.” Mom giggled. “I never thought I’d say this, but I find it really adorable!” Kristy laughed at this.
“I remember that! It’s good that you two are in tune with him.”
“I was so afraid to really get back in it when his Still Age first started…” Mom reflected. “Your support and encouragement really helped me see the joy in having a little one again. I can’t thank you enough!”
“My pleasure!” Kristy smiled. “It warms my heart to see a happy family.”

My Dad went over to the bench to get some water, and I followed him. Mom gave me my sippy-cup.
“What do we say?” She prompted.
“Thank you!” I replied.
“Good boy!” She praised.
“Ryan, You won’t believe who I arranged to meet us today…” Kristy began. She checked her phone. “They should be here any moment…” I spotted the visitors before Kristy, and ran over as Ali and Sarah came from another side of the park. Sarah was beaming, and she hugged me as soon as I reached her.
“Hey Ryan!” She exclaimed.
“Sarah!” I replied.
“Hey there squirt!” Ali ruffled my hair and I giggled.
“Guess who’s out of diapers again?” Sarah proudly revealed the waistline of a pink and white pull-up.
“Not for long if you keep peeing them, Missy.” Ali warned.
“Ali! So glad you could make it.” Kristy caught up to us - followed by Mom and Dad. Kristy and Ali hugged.
“Good to see you!” Ali said.
“Ali, these are Ryan’s parents…” Kristy gestured to Mom and Dad.
“Pleased to meet you.” Dad shook Ali’s hand.
“We’ve heard so much about you.” Mom said. “It’s my understanding that Sarah and Ryan really hit it off?”
“Yeah, they’ll happily play for hours when Kristy and I get together.” Ali added.
“We should definitely schedule a play-date at the house soon.” Mom offered.
“We’d love that!” Ali looked down for Sarah but me and her had already run back to the jungle gym to play. “My point proven.” She said sarcastically. They all laughed.

Sarah and I had a blast playing on the playground. Kristy, Ali, Mom and Dad talked on the benches while we played. After some time, Ali called out for Sarah to take a potty break only to discover she was wet again. They went to the restrooms to get her into a fresh pull-up while Mom changed my diaper. When we regrouped, Dad picked me up and put me on his hip.
“This has been a blast, but I think it’s time to get some lunch. What to you think, Bud? You hungry?” He asked me. I nodded and smiled.
“That sounds like a great idea, may we join you?” Kristy asked.
“There’s a really good burger joint nearby. Sarah loves it because they have actually have a decent kids menu.” Ali added. Sarah smiled.
“That sounds great. Why don’t we go there?” My mom pitched in.
“Sounds like a plan!” My dad smiled.

As we packed up and drove off to lunch, I couldn’t help feeling like I had arrived somehow. Like all the things that had been missing since we moved here were back - in a completely new and unexpected way - but back nonetheless. My parents - involved and attentive - were laughing and talking in the seats in front of me. Even though it seemed like they had lost touch there for a while, it was good to have them back. Life for me now looked nothing like what I thought it would, or even what I thought I wanted, but it was the best, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Astronauts, dinosaurs, glow in the dark stars, onesies, trucks, airplanes, blocks, bottles, pacifiers, and diapers. I have no idea what the future will look like for me, but strangely, it doesn’t really matter.

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Author: LittleJ123
Timestamp: Nov 11, 2023 at 3:30 PM
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baz852 said:

fantastic ending, thanks

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Thank you!

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Timestamp: Nov 12, 2023 at 2:27 PM
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Diaperman0723 said:

Thank You for such an amazing story. Sad to see it come to an end but every thing has to end at some point. Look forward to reading more from you, keep up the good work.

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Thank you! Yes, I plan to write more in the future.

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Timestamp: Nov 12, 2023 at 2:27 PM
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MaxDiaper said:

Thank you for a great story. Looking forward to more stories from you.

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Thank you so much for reading!

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Timestamp: Nov 12, 2023 at 2:28 PM
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LittleJJ said:

What a great story!! Can't wait for your others. Very well done.

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Thanks! Looking forward to writing more stories.

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Timestamp: Nov 14, 2023 at 2:08 PM
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nappybaby said:

One of the best stories I ever read! Thanks so much for sharing

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Wow! What an honor. Thank you!

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Timestamp: Nov 14, 2023 at 2:09 PM
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Growler0128 said:

he's regressing pretty fast in some ways like going from "accidents" to diapers in a real short time. his words are changing too but a slower rate.

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Yes. I definitely kept the pace swift for the regression, as I wanted to cover a lot of ground in this short story. Though, honestly, Ryan should have probably been in diapers sooner in my opinion LOL!