“Honey, you’ll need to be more careful tomorrow. I’m headed to see some friends at Joel’s office tomorrow morning, so you’ll be staying with Sarah for at least half of the day.”
The thought hit my mind like a train into a brick wall. This time I’ll make sure that everything’s ok, I thought. I’ll be able to take care of myself.
To be continued….
Finally wrapped snuggly in the warm padding of my diaper, Stella put me in my pajamas. She then folded up my poop filled diaper and rinsed her hands. I waddled close behind her as she carried the diaper out of the bathroom. I was so embarrassed I wanted to crawl under the bed.
“Do you have a Ziploc bag Sarah?” Stella asked.
Sarah couldn’t contain her smile and quickly handed over a bag. Stella worked quickly to contain the odor wafting from the dirty diaper. I just tried not to pay attention.
“Tomorrow I’m going to leave you with two extra diapers just in case,” Stella told Sarah.
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I just had a stomach ache. It was an accident”
“Well, you’ll need protection in case you get another stomach ache honey,” Stella said sternly.
I pretended I wasn’t listening and waddled out of the kitchen. I propped myself up on the couch, tugging on the padding to get comfortable and then turned on the TV. After flipping through the channels, I fell asleep, not realizing what channel I landed on. I woke to quiet giggling from the kitchen. When I fell asleep, I must have landed on a baby developmental channel. Stella walked into the living room area trying to contain her smile.
“Did you enjoy your program? You’ve been watching the Baby Einstein program for half an hour.”
I didn’t say a word. It wasn’t worth it.
“Get some sleep honey,” Stella said.
As I turned over on the pull out couch, I could feel the damp padding against my skin. In only a half an hour, I had managed to have an accident. I put my thumb in my mouth and tried to forget about it.
The next morning went relatively smoothly. I woke to find a saturated pull-up as usual. It hung loosely on me as I stood up on the bed. Any more wetting and Stella would be washing stained sheets.
“Come on honey, let’s get you cleaned up,” Stella said.
“I’ve been doing it myself for a while now, I can continue to clean myself up right now,” I said.
“Nonsense! I want to make sure you’re getting yourself clean,” she said, taking me by the hand. Before I had a chance to respond, Stella whisked me onto her hip. I clung to her with my face buried in her stomach.
I wanted to cry. One messy accident, and Stella was now treating me like the toddler I had become. We strode past the bed where Joel and Sarah were sleeping. Sarah was laying reading a magazine, but I could see her eyes stare at me on Stella’s hip. The embarrassment was just a little too much, so I buried my head against Stella’s side.
In the bathroom, Stella gently tore the sides of the slip on diaper away and the soaked padding dropped to the floor. A few minutes later, Stella was gently wiping me in the shower. She gave me a washcloth, making me feel a little better, but clearly she was in change of my bathing now.
“Honey, we’ve only got Two pull-ups left. I’ll have to make a trip to the store if you can’t control yourself this morning,” Stella said. “Why don’t you sit on the toilet.”
With that she propped me up onto the toilet. I resisted at first.
“I’m not doing this with you in the ….”
“You sit there now and do your business,” she said sternly before beginning to brush her teeth.
With that, I let out a sigh and slowly let out a small trickle. Over the past couple of days, my head felt foggy, I felt dizzy at times. From my time in our discussion group, I knew these were the symptoms of the virus. It worked first on our muscle control and coordination, but also on our faculties – our mental processing. I noted that my thoughts over the last few days were short and fleeting. My body had regressed and now my mind was slowly going with it. Researchers were trying to figure out how much of our mental faculties that we retained once we settle into babyhood. It was still unclear but that I suspect I was about to find out.
Later that morning, Stella ate a quick breakfast and helped me with my toast. She kissed me on the forehead and headed out the door with Joel for their trip. Now it was only Sarah and I at the kitchen table.
“Well, I thought we could go on a walk to the park,” Sarah said, wondering if I was up for a walk.
“That sounds nice. Is it supposed to be warm outside?”
“I think so. I know it’s supposed to be Spring like. It’s a bit unusual for this time of year, so we should take advantage of it.”
I liked that Sarah seemed to be treating me like my old self. I helped clear the kitchen table, bringing her cups and plates as best I could and we got ready to go out.
“Ready to go?” Sarah asked then saw me standing in the kitchen looking down at my feet. “Oh of course.”
“Sorry Sarah, I just can’t seem to tie my laces anymore.”
She tied them quickly, zipped up my jacket and then did the unthinkable. I didn’t even realize what was happening. With one motion, she reached over my head, and forced me to bend slightly forward. Then I felt a puff of air hit my backside as she pulled back the back of my trousers and my pull-up, checking me.
“All set. Looks like your tummy is feeling better,” she said.
I didn’t say a word. I was too embarrassed to say anything. Sarah just checked my pull-on diaper and by the look on her face, she couldn’t wait to change it.
We headed out the door and onto the busy street where I immediately noticed that my body had grown noticeably shorter over the last few days. I had a lot of trouble keeping up with Sarah and after only a few blocks, my legs were aching.
“Everything ok?” she asked.
I looked up at her and remembered how I used to love staring at her breasts. They seemed much bigger this time. As I stared I started to feel a tingle and then realized I was wetting my pull-up. This time, I would use my size to an advantage, I thought.
“Any chance you could pick me up? I’m having trouble keeping up with you.”
“Sure” she said, lifting me into her arms. She carried me from the front. My legs were somewhat wrapped around her waist. I stared at her breasts again and very slowly laid my head against her chest. A whisp of her perfume permeated my nose at first. I found it very comforting. Every now and then as we walked I could hear her heartbeat. Slowly, without realizing it, I my thumb made its way to my mouth.
Sarah looked down at me with a grin on her face. She knew I had entered the later stages of the virus – especially with the accident the night before. Now I was sucking my thumb, content on our little walk to the park.
My eyelids grew heavier and I eventually fell asleep. I woke up and suddenly realized that Sarah stopped at a childrens clothing store.
To be continued…
