The Day Care Worker - Full story (Patreon)

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CHAPTER ONE

“Come on you’re running late!” Laura shouted as Jean practically ran through the hallway of the day care.

Today was his first day on the job, one he was evidently unqualified for but Laura had decided to give him a shot. She was friends with his mother and knew how desperately he needed work. She was also well aware how much badly she needed time to herself and wanted Jean out of the house. Quite often she would have to bang his door down to get him to be quiet, constantly glued to his video games he would always be shouting at the screen. Laura was doing quite well for herself with the day care; she could afford to keep him on for a few days a week above the roster. She felt confident that he would end up quite dependable under her direction given enough time.

Today he wasn’t off to a great start; Jean had to be woken by his mother after sleeping through his alarms and rushed out the door. The apologetic young man shuffled inside and into the bustling day care. Dozens of eyes turned to his direction, watching as he followed Laura awkwardly over to her desk while another worker fought to regain their attention.

“Well now that you’re finally here I guess we’ll quickly brush over the particulars.”

Laura spent some time giving him a run down for what she expected of him, along with the importance of actually arriving to work on time. Jean felt rather humiliated as she berated him like a silly child for what he considered a minor grievance. The talk ended up being quite extensive; it was quite overwhelming for Jean with all the specific details she was going into. He wasn’t sure how much of it was actually sticking; almost begrudgingly he took the rather hefty employee handbook as it was handed over to him. Finally they were finished with the tour and she sent him off to go help the charges with their crafts.

“Do I get a uniform?” Jean asked, referring to the matching olive green polo and navy shorts the employees all seemed to be wearing.

Laura thought for a moment before dismissively shaking her head.

“No I don’t think so, we can leave that till tomorrow you’ve already put me behind enough today as it is.”

She wondered off leaving Jean feeling rather out of place without a uniform, he hoped they didn’t give him any grief for it. He wondered over to his assigned group receiving curious glances in his stride.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a big boy why are you in day care?”

He hadn’t even said a word before he was accosted by one of them.

“Ummmm, I’m not they haven’t given me a uniform yet.”

The other worker in his section chuckled at the lack of confidence in his own answer, causing the kids to really doubt the truthfulness of what he was saying.

“Now don’t tease Jean everybody he’s knew here and we want to make sure we give him a warm welcome.”

It wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for, especially since the woman failed to mention that he does actually work here. He felt like she intentionally left that part out and it seemed he was getting some ribbing for being the new guy. Unbeknownst to him all the staff had been briefed prior to his arrival that he was basically hired as a favour. They were assured he wouldn’t be taking any of their hours away but were told to keep an eye on him due to his lack of experience. It was off putting that someone who was basically unqualified for the position was given a job that they themselves had worked so hard to obtain. They held no ill will towards Laura but they for sure weren’t going to be sticking their neck out for him. Secretly they all held high hopes that he wouldn’t be able to cut it and would be gone by the end of the week.

Jean managed to get settled in quite quickly to his own surprise, he was actually enjoying himself. He spent the next couple of hours doing crafts, joining in and making his own while he offered assistance to anyone that asked. It did bother him somewhat that when they needed the bathroom or help with something else other than the simplest of tasks they ignored him and went straight to one of the other workers. Part of him felt like they still weren’t regarding him as one of the adults, just someone who was good at helping with cutting and gluing. Not long after finishing his pipe cleaner and Styrofoam cup man all the charges were lead off to use the bathroom before lunch. It was about that time that he realised he hadn’t actually gone himself since before going to bed. He apprehensively walked over to Laura and asked where the staff bathroom was.

“You can use that one.”

She gestured toward the growing line for the kids toilets.

“Wait, why can’t I use the staff bathroom?” Jean asked feeling quite flustered.

Laura sighed. “Because to be quite honest Jean I’m not sure if I’m quite ready to trust you with staff privileges today. You did manage to somehow end up arriving late on your first day, after I’ve stuck my neck out for you.”

Jean shifted side to side, being reprimanded again for something he already apologised for coupled with the awkward conversation somehow was making the need for the bathroom even greater.

“I understand Laura I really am sorry, but I can’t hold it that long.” He said gesturing toward the growing line for the bathroom.

“Alright I suppose, just follow me if you don’t think you can hold it.”

Jean desperately followed along; both of his hands had lingered down and were pressed firmly against his groin. One of the other workers pointed his potty dance out to the rest and they all chuckled at the sight. Jean hadn’t even noticed how ridiculous he looked; he was too focused on making it to the bathroom on time. Jean figured she had been leading him over to the staff bathroom until she took a detour into another childish bathroom and pulled out a plastic potty before gesturing over to it.

“You can’t be serious?” He was flabbergasted.

“Jean if you need to go, then go.” Laura said sternly.

She watched him expectantly and realising he didn’t have much choice Jean timidly lowered his pants and sat down on the childish and undersized potty. His flow started almost instantly, he hadn’t realised how desperate he was, and it took him a moment to get over the shock and sit perfectly upright on the undersized potty. He managed to splash some pee over his trousers as he awkwardly shifted into position. The whole time he was under Laura’s watchful gaze, she retrieved some wipes and standing him up she wiped over his genitals much to his own shame.

‘Did that really just happened, this can’t be real.’ Jean thought to himself, desperately wishing this was just a nightmare he would soon wake up from.

Laura forcefully made him step out of his wet pants and undies leaving him nude from the waist down. Jean blushed; he couldn’t recall another instance where he was forced into such a compromising position. He could feel tears start forming in the corner of his eyes from the humiliation and it took a considerable amount of mental strength to stop himself from crying. He cringed fearfully when Laura pulled a package of pull ups down from the cupboard and held one open before him.

“Jean, I’m not sure if I was right letting you work her after all.” Laura said, kneeling down with the pull up expectantly.

Jean timidly stepped in, feeling incredibly submissive as she pulled it up firmly around his waist.

“When you can prove to me that you’re capable of the role then we will look at reinstating your position here.”

Jean really couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but what other choice did he have.

“But don’t worry; you will still be paid for each day you’re here. Of course we will have to deduct expenses since you’ll now be under our care and I imagine you will be using your fair share of these.”

Laura said giving his crinkly pull up a firm pat across the front.

“If you start coming here every weekday it will leave you with a nice little allowance at the end of each week; just think of this as a generously paid internship.”

Jean sniffled, but he nodded his agreement. It looked like he was stuck here for the long term, he was too afraid and dependant to say no. Laura lead him by hand back to the main room, There was no mention of a clean pair of pants, but she did say how there would be an interesting talk with his mother later.

CHAPTER TWO

While Jean sat cross legged over the soft carpet Laura was addressing the class, he soon began to reflect over his first day. After suffering the humiliating day he was forced to listen to the recount as it was told to his mother. Decked in his pull ups Jean spent the rest of the day running around the day care with them proudly on display. He tried keeping to himself but unfortunately with such a bustling class he continuously found himself roped into the various activities and mocked for state of dress. He was constantly checked for wetness, his pull ups invaded by foreign fingers. When someone nearby had a messy accident and the pungent smell reached the teachers nose she had the audacity to pull the back of his training pants out and check him first.

Of course the source of the accident wasn’t him, prior to today Jean had never had any issues with the bathroom. No longer in control of having his own toilet privileges Jean was forced to wait for someone to fetch his training potty and put it down for him to use. He made sure to behave himself throughout the day, too afraid of making matters any worse for him. Thankfully Laura actually mentioned he had been well behaved for the rest of the day, it was an oddly prideful feeling. While Jean listened to the recounting of his afternoon in day care he couldn’t even recollect on a past event where he had gone through something similar. In school he had always managed to be a relatively good student and his behaviour had never come into question before.

He watched his mother as she listened and tried to gauge when she must be thinking. Her confusion quickly changed to bewilderment and awe, before she grinned with smug satisfaction. She almost excitedly accepted the explanation for Jean’s new change in position. Whatever kept him busy and out of the house was more than enough to make her happy. She finally turned her attention to him and looked down mockingly, her gaze slowly averted lower until it rested over his pull ups.

Jean timidly tried covering them with his hands in response but they were quickly pried away. Embarrassingly he realised she was about to check him, she soon retreated her hand and gave an amused look of surprise when she realised he was still dry. She took Laura’s advice and decided to keep Jean in his pull ups from now on. Quickly his underwear drawer was emptied and replaced with fresh crinkly padding. From when they returned him she even made Jean tell her from now on when he needed to use the bathroom. She forced him to use a sickly sweet voice when asking to use the potty.

It was humiliating but Jean was moderately thankful that she allowed him to use the toilet instead of forcing him to use a plastic potty like at the day care. It was a small victory and Jean was taking it in stride, when everything was seemingly so dismal he could use any piece of good news.

His weekends were mostly spent a t home now, talking with his friends and playing games online instead of trips outside. He was too embarrassed to show himself in public, worried the crinkles coming from his jeans might give his diapered condition away. He found himself toddling around so bashfully; his hand held in his mothers or forced to stick beside her as she pushed the trolley around the shops whenever they ventured out. Jean resisted at first but his mother legitimately found herself irking at the idea of having him out of her sight. She had easily adjusted to the changes in Jean’s maturity, enjoying the rekindling of their relationship. She was quickly flooded with memories of her sweet dependable baby cherub when she first saw him in the pull ups and lavished in her long forgotten maternal inclinations.

As Laura finished up the morning announcements little feet scampered off in every direction and Jean was finally brought out of his trance. He stood up with a crinkle, thankfully he was allowed to wear pants over his pull ups again and he was always on his best behaviour now on the off chance that privilege was revoked. He occupied himself like most days in the quiet reading corner; occasionally he would bow to peer-pressure and join in on one of the various craft projects.

Jeans mother let him bring his own books with him to day care so he wasn’t forced to read the early learning materials that had available. He had made his way through all of them in the first few days and begged to be able to bring something more stimulating for someone his age.

A sudden grumbling in Jean’s stomach caused a distraction and he shifted awkwardly in the large bean bag chair.

‘Not now…’ He muttered in disdain.

Jean had managed to avoid doing his number two’s in the day care so far but it looked like it would be unavoidable today. He didn’t relish in the thought of being forced to poo in a plastic child’s potty.

He tried distracting himself with the book, but it was too early in the day and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on long enough for his mum to come get him. His only alternative to being forced to use the potty was the possibility of shitting himself and that was out of the question. Jean kept peering up from his book hoping someone would come and ask him if he needed the bathroom. They usually did pretty regularly; he hated toddling over to them and timidly asking for them to get his potty.

So jean remained seated, squirming as the growling from his stomach grew more frequent. Soon a little squeak came from his bottom and he knew if he didn’t ask it was now or never. He quickly scooted off his chair leaving his book behind he ran over to Laura who happened to be closest.

“Laura.” He said quietly tugging on her sleeve.

“I’ll be with you in a minute Jean.” She said waving him off, currently preoccupied with another student.

He looked around noticing all the other workers facing similar distractions.

“Laura I really have to go toilet.” He pleaded.

Laura sighed. “You’ll just have to wait a moment I’m busy, try and be a big boy please.”

Jean toddled from one foot to the other; being told he couldn’t use the bathroom made the feeling even dire.

Laura eventually turned and shook her head at his desperation.

“OK fine, sorry hun I’ll be right back with you apparently someone isn’t able to hold himself for five minutes.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He spoke quickly as they hurried off to the bathroom.

Jean was a few steps ahead of Laura but she quickly caught up and gripped his pants, hoisting them down suddenly.

“You haven’t gone already have you?” She asked as if she already knew the answer.

Jean wasn’t expecting the sudden intrusion and stumbled over to the ground. He landed squarely on the floor as his pants fell to his knees. The view gave Laura the privilege of seeing everything, even hearing the sound as he let loose before pushing a big log that nestled itself into his pull up.

Jean stayed motionless, too shocked to move, no longer able to comprehend his own actions. He felt utterly helpless as his bladder loosened and he soaked his filthy pull up. It quickly reached capacity with the extra weight and forced the flow to the sides as it trickled out staining his jeans.

He quickly started bawling as Laura hoisted him up, taking his pants off she led the bow legged boy over to the bathroom. She didn’t bother putting him on his potty what would be the point of that now. She laid him down across the generously sized changing table that had gone unused for some time and become a place for storage. A disgusting squelch erupted from his pull up as he was pulled down and Jean erupted with another wail. She shushed him and pushed a pacifier into the mouth of the oversized toddler and ripped away his dirty pull up. She immediately went to cover her nose, the stink was much worse coming from a bigger boy.

Laura quickly regained her composure and measured up the large task before her. She quickly began wiping away using a full pack of wipes to deal with the mess, even resulting to a damp cloth to finish up the job.

Jean remained silently stunned throughout the whole ordeal; the pacifier was doing its job keeping him quiet as it bobbed in and out of his mouth almost rhythmically. Fresh tears began to roll down his cheeks as Laura brought out a large thick diaper from the back of a cupboard. It was incredibly infantile, covered with a baby block pattern but designed for someone much large.

Jean resisted shuffling away from her grip, but Laura would have none of it. She held him firmly cooing as she coaxed up his legs and slid the diaper under his bottom. Jean stopped resisting and tensed up as she plastered his groin and bottom with diaper rash cream and oil. After a thick dusting of baby powder his slimy ointment covered groin was sealed inside the thick diaper.

Laura smiled proudly at her handiwork. “I didn’t realise going to the bathroom was such a challenge for you. This will make life easier for the both of us, you won’t need to worry about asking for the potty anymore you’re wearing it!” She said giving the front of his crinkly diaper a pat.

Jean looked up desperately, surely that couldn’t be true this was only his second accident. But she was being serious; he could tell judging by the expression over her face.

Laura pulled him to his feet and an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity washed over him as he was lead back with his diaper exposed.

“I’ll be having another talk with your mother today Jean.” Laura mentioned sternly.

All Jean could manage to do was suck on his pacifier, hoping that this wouldn’t become permanent.

CHAPTER THREE

The dreaded conversation between Laura and his mother went much the same way as the first. His mother even seemed to be more receptive and had accepted that this was all an eventuality. Jean was forced to toddle home with his diaper displayed proudly as he clutched desperately to his mother’s hand, doing his best to avoid eye contact with anyone on the way to the car.

When Jean was told he wasn’t allowed to remove his own diaper he threw his biggest toddler tantrum yet. He stamped his feet in frustration while his mother waited on for it to subside. When it was over she pulled the diaper off and forced him over her knees. In an instant she brought her hand down wasting no time to spank the bratty boy. She kept going until his bottom glowed, the whole time Jean blubbered and wailed until finally the onslaught came to an end.

Jean was then made to stand in the corner of the living room, arms on top of his head with his blistered bum on display and diaper at his feet. The threat of another spanking loomed over him if he even moved an inch.

His mother sat proudly in the other room sipping from her coffee. As she browsed through the television her gaze would regularly turn to him to make sure he was still where he was supposed to be. She couldn’t help but grin each time she turned to him, enjoying Jeans new place in the house hold.

Jean didn’t dare complain when he was eventually released from his time out. He spoke not a single word of defiance when the diaper was pulled back up and the tapes refastened. He couldn’t help wincing as the padding came into contact with his sore bottom. He was careful to bite his tongue, only a single fresh tear rolling down his cheek revealed the level of his discomfort.

He was finally left alone to do what he wanted but barred from all his electronics for the night as further punishment for his transgressions. Jean escaped into a novel but it wasn’t long before the urge to urinate came on quickly and strongly. The pressure continued to grow until the distraction became too much of a hindrance and interrupted his reading. Thinking better than risk another punishment by asking to use the toilet Jean released his bladder into the thirsty padding.

It was a new low making a conscious effort to knowingly pee into his diaper like an infant. He recoiled when his wee made contact with his spanked bottom causing him to yelp in agony.

With the sun going down his mother finally came up into his room and told him it was lights out. Deciding it was better to admit the state of his diaper then spend the night trapped inside the now cold clammy padding he spoke up.

“I’m wet.” Jean called out softly as his mother turned to leave the room.

She quickly turned around and silently made her way over, pulling back his bed sheets to inspect his diaper. Jean flinched as her fingers coiled their way inside the cuff of his diaper and briefly made contact with his bottom. She left the room wordlessly muttering something unheard before returning with a fresh diaper and ointments.

“You’re lucky Laura left me with a spare.” She said crinkling the fresh diaper.

Jean didn’t offer any resistance, there was no fight left in him any thought of rebellion had been spanked out of him.

After the wet diaper was pulled away and the clean one took its place he began to fidget as cool cream was rubbed across his stinging backside.

His mother cooed and reinserted the pacifier between Jeans lips as she sensed the tears were coming. It stopped any hollering but once again Jean’s cheeks were stained with fresh tears that ran down as he tried in vain to ignore the stinging pain he was feeling.

For what it was worth the fresh diaper was much nicer than the soggy one that stang across his backside and was beginning to smell of stale pee. There was finally a reprieve as the cool cream did its job and the pain of his spanking began to subside. Since returning home his mother had been so cold and bitter towards him, now her mood suddenly seemed to be shifting and he hoped that this was the version of her that he was presented with tomorrow.

It was an incredibly emasculating feeling yearning suddenly for his mother’s affection, especially considering how obvious she made it that she reviled in his regression. But with how everything had seemingly come crashing down around him he was feeling so lost and hopeless. Like his life was one big jigsaw puzzle but none of the pieces fit right. Jean’s thoughts ran wild as he stared up at the ceiling; the realisation that he was sucking on his pacifier as his mother tapped his diaper up was the last thing he recalled before falling to his exhaustion and drifting off to sleep.

Jean slept long and hard, not waking until early in the morning. It came with fresh revelations that he would be returning to day care once again but in diapers instead. He realised his mother was in his room as the curtains were pulled back.

“That was a big sleep sweetheart.” She said pleasantly.

Jean sluggishly wiped his eyes with his sleeve as his diaper was checked and became fawned over once his mother realised he was dry. She adjusted his diaper before handing him his pacifier and pulling a clean shirt over his head.

A bowl of cereal greeted him as he sat down to eat, his mother making an offhand comment that she would feed him if he didn’t finish fast enough. The remark made Jean scoff down his breakfast as fast as he could, absentmindedly dangling his pacifier in one hand as he ate with a spoon in the other. Trying to be on his best behaviour Jean even brought his dirty dishes to the sink without prompting; he watched his mother smile and give him a nod of approval.

Jean sat on the living room sofa watching while she put together her work bag and finished clearing up from breakfast. The feeling of a full bladder came on suddenly, surely as a result of his belly full of milk and he quickly let go much quicker than last time. His lack of resistance bothered him and he didn’t fully realise the implications of his actions until he felt the warmth running down his groin and pooling around his bottom. He was sure he would never get used to this feeling.

He was unable to hide the state of his diaper from his mother as she retrieved his shoes and decided to put them on for him.

“I’m sure Laura won’t mind dealing with that sweetheart, we don’t have any more diapers here anyway, I’ll make sure to pick some up today.”

The simplicity with which said that caused a cold shiver to run down his spine. How long was this treatment going to last, he figured the diapers were just part of his punishment from acting up yesterday. He opted to remain silent, phantom paints shooting across the length of his backside reminded him on the punishment that waited if he were to act up again. It wasn’t worth the risk; the only solution he had in mind was to stay on his best behaviour until she decided to let him act his age again. Hopefully his treatment would continue to only remain the knowledge of his mother and everyone in the day care.

With his shoes tied tightly, Jean followed his mother to the front door, before suddenly stopping in his tracks as he became acutely aware of his pants less state.

“PANTS.” Jean abruptly and rather rudely blurted out.

His mother stopped and turned heel to face him, the stern look she gave him caused a shiver and he stayed stiff quickly regretting his sudden dramatic outburst.

Thankfully his mother took mercy on him this time, perhaps it was the tight schedule she was kept to since she now had to drop her adult son off for day care before work. But for whatever the reason she responded lightly.

“Sorry sweetheart, they need to see your diapers to know when to change you. You didn’t come to me both times when you wet you can’t be trusted to speak up about it.”

Jean’s bottom lip quivered, but he quickly took advantage of his pacifier that he had brought along willingly. Quickly putting it in his mouth he sucked on it greedily, not realising until now how attached and dependant he had become to this piece of baby paraphernalia.

His mother saw this and smiled, giving Jean a hug as she watched the infantile act play out before her. She would have loved to enjoy the moment longer but it would have to wait until tonight, realising if they didn’t leave she would be late. She took his hand with glee and led him outside with his diaper crinkling all the while.

It was thankfully a quick and peaceful car ride today; Jean watched his mother’s eyes continue to look back at him in the mirror. Her gaze was continuously drawn to him, like he was a beacon to her eyes. In such a short amount of time her maternal side had resurfaced so strongly and seeing him back in diapers only strengthened those feelings.

The bashful and timid boy was soon handed over to Laura as she greeted them at the entrance. His mother couldn’t believe the guilt she was feeling as she watched him go. The sliding doors abruptly closed between them as she waved him goodbye. These feelings were so nostalgic; she hadn’t experienced anything like it since Jean was still a toddler. She watched from the car for a moment as she collected her thoughts. They had quite a bit of savings, work had become an escape from her son and she was confident they would be fine living off her investments. But now it looked like her baby needed her, perhaps she would quit too keep him close by her at home. But this was his job, as strange as it all was she couldn’t hold onto him forever. The whole car ride her thoughts were a mess, an entanglement of doubt and the only certainty that she held onto was how much she was missing her baby boy right now.

CHAPTER FOUR

Much later in the afternoon she was brought up to speed with the day’s events. It had actually gone by quite smoothly; Jean had behaved himself and gone along with whatever he had been told to do. She was quite gobsmacked to hear, it almost sounded like he enjoyed himself. Not even acting like there was anything unusual about hearing of his first messy diaper.

Jean stood close by blushing and wishing he didn’t have to hear Laura talk about how he was forced to poop himself. About how he got more involved with the day’s activities instead of isolating himself in the reading corner like usual. Laura had made him hand over his simple painting of a tree house to his mum as a gift and she graciously accepted it, commenting on what a young little artist she had. Jean was somewhat reluctant with all this at first but Laura had convinced him, simply by mentioning it would probably be in his best interests going forth that she gave his mother a pleasant report on his behaviour.

At least Laura had been true to her word, seemingly buttering his mother up with her kind words about what a well behaved and even helpful boy he had been. He watched her swoon as she took it all in stride, pulling him in closer for a cuddle.

Jean wanted nothing more than for the conversation to end so he could go home. He had spent the day with no pants, being teased and changed by the other ladies. He just wanted to have some privacy back and forget about the day. Luckily it wasn’t long before they finished up the conversation and all said their goodbyes, he blushed as he waved back to her as they left the building.

The drive home filled him with a strange oddly satisfied feeling as he was given praise for being such a good boy. She even offered to let him pick their dinner as a reward which he gratefully agreed to. Quickly he chose out his favourite take away burger joint and his mother even promised they would order it delivered so he didn’t have to show off his baby pampers.

The comment did make him staggeringly aware that she had recognised the infantile diapers he had been put into earlier. He didn’t even realise they made pampers for someone his size until the smiling face of Elmo was staring up at him after his first change in the morning.

His mother fawned over how cute they looked, insisting that next time she had to remember to ask Laura where to order them from. Making a mental comparison how boring the plain ones she had bought compared to the colourful ones Laura always seemed to have on hand.

Jean toddled off in front of his mother, eager to get inside he ran past her as she opened the front door. He was quickly stopped however as the back of his diaper was pulled and he stumbled before regaining his footing. He turned back and realised what was expected of him as he let his mother pull the back of his diaper away.

She let it snap back in place and she cheerfully announced that she was ‘just checking for any poopies.’

It was hard to feel a huge amount of humiliation anymore, everything that had let up to this point made the smaller things not really compare to the bigger picture. Jean still clung hopefully to the notation that there was some ending to all of this as long as he went along with whatever Laura and his mother had in store for him.

Jean was left once again to do what he wished with the rest of his day, and he was quite thankful to have regained access to his computer. He managed to spend some time talking with friends and playing games before his mother came up and said it was time to take a break.

Normally Jean would have protested and ignored her requests, but the moment she came up he announced his departure and switched it off. Spending an extra hour or two on the computer wouldn’t be worth the potential repercussions especially if that meant another spanking. With his behaviour now constantly under scrutiny he wouldn’t risk it and quickly waddled down to the living room at her request.

He was stopped just before taking a seat on the sofa and gently pushed onto the carpet.

“Sorry hun, can’t risk a leaky diaper damaging the couch.” She said gingerly.

It was embarrassing to be told he could no longer be trusted to sit on the sofa, but Jean obeyed and plonked his diapered bottom down onto the soft carpet.

“Speaking of….”

Jean heard her whisper before she moved over to him and gently cupped the front of his diaper. Tutting in disdain when she found it was still dry as a bone.

“Jean have you been holding it?” She asked sternly.

He remained silent but nodded apprehensively; he had been doing his best to go as little as possible minimizing the amount of embarrassing diaper changes he was exposed to.

“It’s not good to hold it baby; I want you to go as soon as you feel the need to from now on ok?”

Before he answered she knelt beside him and gently pressed the palm of her hand into his bladder.

“Even if it’s just a tiny trickle when you need to wee you go straight away, no more holding it until it.”

She pushed down harder and Jean groaned but succumbed to the feeling and let go of his bladder. His mother quickly brought her hand over to his diapered groin when she heard the hissing, confirming that her little boy was indeed using his diaper as intended.

“Good job baby, aren’t you mothers special boy.”

She gave him a kiss before standing up, leaving him to wallow in a pool of wee and left to sit awkwardly as his padding squelched around with each movement.

Jean heard the front door, causing him to shiver and hide behind the couch. He watched out of sight as his mother greeted the delivery man and returned with their food. She smiled at the sight of him tucked away behind the arm rest out of view.

He was quite hungry and eager for their food, normally his mother would reserve this kind of meal for a special occasion. He followed her into the kitchen where his food was placed down in front of him and he quickly thanked her.

Before he could take a bite however she quickly tucked a large cloth napkin she normally used at Christmas into his shirt collar like a bib.

Even sitting in a wet diaper with a bib wrapped around him it wouldn’t sour the meal he was about to consume. More than once Jean had to be reminded by his mother to slow down and chew as he ate. He had become so accustomed to Laura and his mother’s commands by now that he simply went along with them without much thought. He complied with every request given to him, even his mother seemed surprised how easily and willingly he went along with everything without any argument.

When dinner was finished she let Jean pick out a movie to watch, not even minding when he picked out one of his favourite action flicks.

Jean was sat between his mother’s legs as they watched the movie, sometime during he felt the need to pee. Taking his mother’s earlier words true to heart he simply let go, freshly warming his soggy diaper. It wasn’t even half way through the film when he found himself yawning at her feet about ready to dose off.

“I think someone’s ready for bed.” His mother said, standing up and pulling Jean to his feet. “But not before a bath.” She commented after taking in a big whiff, realising the state of his diaper.

Jean timidly followed along down the hallway and into the bathroom. Normally he was told when to take a shower but she never followed him inside. He was worried he knew what was about to transpire and his fears became a reality as his mother started filling the bath.

He still dared not protest and let her grip his shirt and pull it away from his body. The soggy diaper came next and landed on the tiled floor with a wet squelch. It was a relief not to be carrying around all that weight with him any longer. But a small part of Jean couldn’t help but feel something was off, like the empty feeling around his waist wasn’t normal. Surely he wasn’t enjoying the feeling of wearing diapers, but he couldn’t help but admit to himself that he enjoyed the comforting way it hugged his hips; even if it was an embarrassing article of clothing designed for a baby.

Jean’s mother made sure the water was warm like the way she knew he preferred to take his showers before helping him get settled in the tub.

He couldn’t recall the last time he had taken a bath, nor how many years it must have been since the last time he had had someone bathe him. He sat awkwardly as she washed him over, making sure to get every part of his body, even his most private areas. He allowed himself to be pushed and tugged as he was cleaned thoroughly. Normally his showers would be over quickly but his mother was making up for that lost cleaning time, making it her mission that he sparkled.

She even began to wash his hair, opting for her own strawberry scented shampoo instead of his garish boyish one. It was quite a predicament Jean had found himself in, with his mother cleaning him and taking such care to do so. He was feeling quite tepid when the bath was over and she pulled the plug, he was beginning to find the whole experience rejuvenating and oddly relaxing.

He was whisked him from the tub and she dried him passionately, cooing again over how sweet he had become. He couldn’t help but continue to blush as she heaped more praise onto him. Jean was torn by the feelings that he felt, should he really be enjoying this at his age? Of course the answer was no but that didn’t stop the sensations he was experiencing.

With a gentle spank across his freshly cleaned bottom he was sent scurrying to his bedroom. Without prompting Jeaned jumped up on his bed and assumed his diaper change position across the duvet. His mother beamed at the sight as she came in with the new package of diapers in hand. She had a skip in her step as she wandered over with a diaper to change him into.

“I have some news sweetheart, mummy won’t be going into work tomorrow, I took the day off to spend with you.”

Jean smiled as the diaper was pulled under him, he realised this meant no day care tomorrow.

“But don’t worry; I’ll be going with you to day care tomorrow, theirs a special class that Laura is going to be introducing us to.”

Nothing about that felt good, he hated every time they went out in public and the chance of someone seeing him in diapers became more likely. He so longed for the privacy that their home offered him, away from all prying eyes and any potential humiliation from being seen by someone he knew.

Maybe it was time to finally show some back bone and not put up with his mother’s coddling, after all he was old enough that he shouldn’t be afraid of a spanking.

CHAPTER FIVE

It was early morning again when the drapes were pulled open and bright light came pouring in, instantly lighting up his room. Jean blinked away the light still unused to being woken up this early.

“How did you sleep baby?”

He heard his mother asked.

Still rather dazed and unsure of what was going on she had caught poor Jean off guard.

“What… huh, I need to sleep mum.”

He felt the covers whisked off him and a hand prodding around his groin.

“What mum, get off me.” Jean whined.

It was the realisation that made his eyes grew wide as her hand prodded at his diaper. He quickly remembered his predicament, the humiliating downfall he had been suffering as of late. She quickly drew away her hand and had a look of surprised plastered across her face.

“Not wet.” She proclaimed seemingly disappointed.

“Ofcourse I’m not I don’t actually need these stupid things.” Jean complained.

His mother laughed at his feeble attempt to deny his new infantilized place in the home.

“Oh so you’re just using your diapers willingly then, that’s even worse it means you don’t wanna give up your diapey wipey’s.” She cooed and gripped his cheek playfully.

“STOP.” Jean begged as he batted away her hand. “I don’t want to wear diapers you know that.”

She shook her head. “Well if that is truly the case then perhaps you should have grown up by now instead of acting like a little baby brat all the time.”

She pulled Jean off the bed so he was standing and began adjusting his diaper.

“It’s not wet so you should be good till we get to class.”

Memories of the pervious nights conversation came flooding back and Jean gulped as he prepared for the worst.

“What class….” He asked, terrifying uncertainty lingered in his voice.

“You will just have to wait and find out.” His mother smiled somewhat wickedly.

It definitely filled him with even more anxiety than normal, unfortunately he had no choice but to play along with his mother’s demented plans to coddle him until he could regain his maturity.

He felt differently today, like he had woken up a different person who was under a spell all along. Perhaps now he would be able to fight back and regain his lost maturity. How long could that take though, he could only remain hopeful against all odds that this ordeal would be kept brief and he could return to the day care but this time as a caretaker and not one of the charges.

But wait… why would he ever go back to that hell hole so willingly, surely he could never show his face there without being reminded of what he had endured. Not to mention how the other kids would react to his sudden promotion, they surely wouldn’t take anything he said seriously ever again. He definitely just needed to get away from that place for good, finding a job could wait he would take the loss and go penniless until he found something else.

Jean was quickly dressed by his mother in an outfit he didn’t even realise he still owned. A white t-shirt with bright red cuffs, sporting a matching colour cartoon truck was plastered over the front. Blue denim overalls were pulled up his legs and buckled behind him, meaning he would be helpless to remove them without assistance. At least his shoes and socks were plain coloured, but it didn’t do anything to take away from the juvenility of his ensemble. It was concerning how his mother looked at him with such loving and caring eyes now. He almost preferred the plain and annoyed glances he used to receive on a daily basis. She was enjoying this treatment of him he knew it and his mother did nothing to hide that fact. He was more docile this way, easier to manage and she liked having someone so dependent on her care once again. She gently took Jeans hand in hers before leading him to the kitchen and planting him down at the table.

He could already smell her cooking and a plate of bacon and eggs was given to him. It was set to be a rather enjoyable meal before his mother returned with an actual babies bib this time. Somehow it was still large enough to be placed around his neck. As Jean dug into the tasty food in front of him he was aware that he needed to use the toilet.

Of course his diapers were a constant and humiliating reminder that he now wore his bathroom around his waist, it felt like the longest time since had actually used a toilet, even though it had only been two days since his demotion from pull ups. His diapers were a constant reminder of his new status and he began to wonder for a moment that perhaps it would be less humiliating if he actually needed them instead of being forced to. But surely that was worse, actually having no control over his own bladder and bowels; he quickly shook that thought aside.

Jean quickly finished off his plate as his mother walked over intending on feeding him his final bites because as usual they were in a hurry. Honestly he felt rather thankful as he was dressed that his mother had put him in something that covered his diaper, even if these clothes were incredibly emasculating.

His mother took it upon herself to push him inside the back seat and buckle him in. Jean was about to protest why he wasn’t allowed to sit in the front seat but held his tongue, it was better to pick his battles and this one wasn’t worth it.

“Where are these clothes from?” Jean asked, genuinely unsure how long they must have been shoved in the back of his wardrobe for him not to ever notice them.

“They’re new sweetheart, don’t you just love them.”

Jean looked back at her quizzically.

“I picked them up along with your diapers.” She replied, noticing his confusion.

Jean blushed, just like the bib what else had she brought.

“You’re pacifier is in my bag if you want it.”

He quickly shook his head; Jean had intentionally decided to leave it behind today to feel some sense of maturity. Unfortunately it looked like the decision had been taken out of his hands.

She didn’t seem to hear or care about his response though, at the next traffic stop she took it out of her bag and clipped it onto the front of his shirt. Another purchase she had seemingly acquired from her shopping trip yesterday. Jean reluctantly picked it up and started sucking, trying to tell himself that this was he had no say in the matter and wasn’t actually enjoying the calming effect it had on him.

They drove passed the day care and into the unknown, it made Jean’s heart race having no idea where they were about to end up and he began to sweat upon his brow. Like any caring mother his noticed instantly and wiped away at the droplets at the next set of lights.

Telling him not to worry and just relax, which was easy for her to say. They drove across to another side of town that Jean had hardly paid much attention to while growing up. There was nothing really of value here but his mother seemed quite familiar to it all. They eventually pulled up at a plain brick building that was already quite full. The exterior offered no explanation to what might be awaiting them inside and Jean felt even more stressed out then before.

He looked around apprehensively but the area was seemingly deserted, just a continuous flow of cars that drove by and he made sure to keep out of eye sight of. He was led into the foyer of the building and again it seemed empty, he could hear voices coming further down the hall and instinctively pulled the pacifier from his lips.

“No that stays in Jean.” His mother said before reinserting it.

Jean reluctantly put it back in and finally eyed something that was equally eye opening and horrifying.

‘Early learning’s childhood development mother and child bonding class.’

“Mum no please.” Jean asked desperately around his pacifier, as if some final plea would get him out of this mess.

“You’ll have fun trust me; you’re going to learn just what it’s like to be a little baby again.”

Jean planted his feet down refusing to move and all his mother had to do was turn around and point her finger at him and it was enough that he got the message. Submitting without so much as an ounce of rebellion he swore he would give his mother opened the door just as the voices got much louder and he was led reluctantly inside. The sucking on his pacifier grew desperate and frantic without even realising it and Jean looked up at the horrifying reality before him.

CHAPTER SIX

The sight that befell Jean was one to behold, the room was filled with mothers and their children. Yet of course none of them came close to his age, much to his humiliation the mothers seemed to be closer to his own. When they entered the room most heads turned in their direction, there was quiet sniggers and voice speaking behind hands. The reaction while awful to experience firsthand as the reacted to party; seemed less than what Jean had been expecting. More than likely the attendees had been spoken to prematurely about his special circumstance.

Jean could imagine a million other places he would gladly be instead of here right now, but nothing would change whatever his mother had put in motion for him.

His hands were shaky and sweaty; his mother had to wipe hers on her coat after she pulled him down onto the giant rug in the centre of the room.

“Sit there and behave yourself sweetheart.” She said planting a kiss on his forehead.

Jean watched with fearful eyes and a pacifier moving frantically between his lips while his mother walked away leaving him frightful and alone. He was ashamed to admit it but he desperately needed her right now, she was the only familiarity offered to him in this strange place. He cautiously avoided the awkward glances he got from the other mothers who smiled at him. A couple even waved condescendingly towards him but Jean refused to acknowledge them. Instead he kept his gaze down and focused on the fluffy patterned carpet beneath him.

It wasn’t long before he heard footsteps sneaking up behind him. He just thought it was his mother playing some silly game but still wasn’t game enough to turn and look behind him.

“BOO!”

He heard Laura cry out as she gripped his shoulders; he looked up as she craned over and stared down at him with a cheeky grin plastered over her face.

“Don’t you look darling in your little outfit, are you excited for the class.”

“Why are you here?” Jean lisped around his pacifier, finally noticing his mother standing beside Laura.

“Who do you think made up this event Jean, we do these community relationship building events from time to time.”

She playfully scrunched up his hair.

“I just had to bring you along, of course we couldn’t have you on as staff but in your position I think it is entirely perfect to join in on all the fun.”

Jean sucked frantically on his pacifier as the revelation that Laura had put his mother up to this whole thing had finally dawned on him. Was there more to her meddling then he realised, was there conversations going on between her and his mother happening outside of the day care. He had a lot of questions, ones he wasn’t sure how to approach them with.

He watched them chatting away close by, to bewildered to really focus on what they were actually talking about. But the fact they were laughing and seemed to genuinely enjoy each other’s company gave his fears and speculation a lot of substance.

How much further would they push his new infantile status, he had hoped it would end with the diapers. In a surprisingly short time he had adjusted to his routine at the day care, at least like Laura had said he ended the week with some money to spend. It wasn’t right that he had let things go as far as he had, but after waking up determined to show some back bone he felt suddenly more doubtful he could manage to stand up for himself.

He felt a phantom pain across his backside once again reminding him of yesterday’s punishment. Could he really risk going through that again to finally rebel and question their treatment of him, Jean wasn’t so sure. Maybe he could approach it differently, keep his cool and just speak to them after this class.

Jean quickly swallowed his pride and decided he needed to be on his best behaviour yet if he was going to have any chance at regaining his maturity and independence.

“Thank you for inviting me Laura.”

Both women turned and looked at him, bewilderment and questioning glances covered their faces.

“You’re welcome… Jean.” Laura replied with a hint of uncertainty.

Laura smiled down at him one last time before wondering off, he quickly heard her footsteps replaced with another as a pair of giggling women approached he and his mother.

“You were right, he does look adorable.”

This time Jean turned around quickly as soon as he recognised the voice. Horror overwhelmed him as he saw the familiar face and he desperately wanted to get up and run.

“Hey there Jean, so this is what you’ve been up to then.”

It was Amelia, or better known to him as Mrs Kent, she was the mother of his best friend the last person who he wanted to find out about his new life.

Jean failed miserably trying to find the right words, or anything that might explain why he was dressed the way he was. Instead he kept sucking on his pacifier with a face blushing like a tulip he turned to his mother hoping she might come to his rescue.

“He’s gotten a bit shy recently Amelia.” His mother explained.

For the briefest moment Jean came to the conclusion that somehow Ron had found himself in the same predicament, why else would his mother be here. There was no feasible reason why that might be possible and his hopes were quickly dashed when he laid eyes on his younger sister toddling around not far from her mother.

Of course Ron wouldn’t be going through the same humiliations that he was, he couldn’t picture anyone he knew letting themselves be dragged down to this level.

“Awww there’s nothing to be ashamed of Jean; you just aren’t quite ready to be a big boy yet. Luckily your mummy and Laura have had the foresight to treat you the way you should be.”

Both women laughed and Jean quickly realised that Amelia was mocking him. She had always had a playful nature and he was always on his best behaviour at their house, he really hoped that word about this wouldn’t get back to Ron.

He was about to say something, to sum up the right words and practically beg her to keep it from him. The chance was stolen away however when Laura’s booming voice travelled across the room.

“Alright everyone let’s begin!” She said gripping the attention of everyone.

Amelia took a seat with her little one right next to them and gave him a condescending smile before giving her full attention to Laura.

“Ok, now to start things off all mommies need to take a seat behind their young ones and cradle them in whichever way feels the most natural.”

Jean tensed up as he felt his mother approaching him from behind. He couldn’t comprehend the level of cringe as she slid in close and pulled him back tightly so he was resting against her between his legs. She held her arms tightly around his waist, preventing him from pulling away in protest.

“Shhh just relax.” She gently cooed into his ear.

She gently stroked Jeans arms, feeling how tense he was until eventually he relaxed and sank back further into her.

Being so intimately close with his mother made it impossible for Jean to focus on anything Laura was saying. He couldn’t even decide where to look, his eyes darting frantically across the room to avoid meeting the gaze from any of the mothers.

“Now it’s time to rekindle that bond from when your child was an infant, even if you can’t produce milk anymore it’s about simulating that same feeling you use to share with each other and retaking that power.”

Jean managed to catch varying sentences from Laura’s speech, leaving him still completely unfocused and unsure what she was prattling on about. When he noticed however what some of the other mothers seemed to be doing he began to have some idea of what was about to befall him. He watched wide eyed in terror as some mothers began pulling away their shirts and unclasping their bras in the most casual way. He quickly looked away; to afraid he might be caught staring and completely oblivious that his mother was repeating the same action.

“Ok Jeany baby, turn around for me.”

Before he could protest

He manage to hear some of what Laura was prattling on about, but still had no idea what she was talking about. That was until Jean noticed what some of the other mothers were doing and he quickly realised the horror that was about to befall him. He watched wide eyed in terror as some of the mothers began to pull away their shirts and unclasp their bras and quickly looked away.

“Come on Jeany baby.”

He felt his mother shift away as she turned him over in her lap to cradle him. He looked up at her in bewilderment and shock at her topless chest barely an inch away. She seriously couldn’t be expecting him to do that, the thought of performing that action horrified him.

“Relax Jean this is going to be special for the both of us.”

Jean kept his eyes sealed shut as his pacifier was forcefully pulled from his lips, he couldn’t bear open them to face what was about to happen. He felt her cradle his head higher as she tried to coax her nipple into his mouth.

“Come on baby, just take it.” She urged gently.

It was a complete shock to both of them as Jean obeyed, finding himself submissively following her direction he carefully latched onto her nipple.

His mother winced slightly. “No teeth darling just suckle, you’re doing a great job.”

Jean continued to suck, finding it come so naturally to him like using his pacifier. He almost expected milk to flow but of course it had been many years since his mother would have finished lactating.

He continued to suck as he imitated the infantile act while his mother continued to heap on praise.

“You’re such a sweet boy Jean, doesn’t this feel amazing.”

Jean was to focused on the moment, his eyes still firmly sealed shut as he tried to block everything out of his mind. He couldn’t believe how far he had fallen and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jean wasn’t sure how long he had spent being forcefully breast fed before his mother finally pulled away and he was forced to face the reality of his actions. His thoughts were quite troubled, he felt like he had been forced into this whole situation unwillingly. But if he was so dead against all of it, what had stopped him from getting up and running from the building the moment he noticed his mother had taken her top off.

While his mother dressed herself Jean’s train of thought began to run even further back, why hadn’t he actually ran away the moment this whole treatment started and Laura forced him into the pull up. Maybe it was because he felt so vulnerable and mentally returned to a state from when he was younger and had been so reliant on his mother’s care. No matter how he tried to rationalise it he couldn’t bear any of it.

Jean shifted upright and was mentally urging himself to stand and run before his mother’s hands returned around his waist and her fingers found their way into his diaper.

“You’re wet baby, your diaper will hold though we can change you later.” She spoke casually.

He was wet, but that was impossible? Jean tried tracing back to the point he had willingly peed into his diaper but try as he might he couldn’t recall when it might have happened.

“No I can’t be wet.” He whispered.

His mother pushed the wet padding tighter against his crotch.

“You definitely have a wet diaper sweetie.” She teased.

Jean shook his head defiantly, refusing to admit what she said to be true.

“What’s the matter, it’s just a wet diaper it’s no big deal, and it wouldn’t be your first.” She said trying to console him.

Jean looked up at her with a tearful look in his eyes.

“But I didn’t feel it.”

Finally his mother seemed to acknowledge the situation and quickly retrieved his dangling pacifier and planted it between his greedy lips.

“That’s why babies wear diapers Jean, they can’t feel when they need to go they just….go.”

Jean had welcomed the pacifier and was sucking on it desperately.

He wasn’t really a baby, what was she on about, this was all the work of her and Laura. They teamed up against him and forced him into this predicament; it was completely unfair to think he was anything but a totally capable adult.

Jean looked down for a moment at his denim overalls, finally noticing the obvious bulge of his diaper underneath, now more apparent and swollen from his obvious wetting. He scanned the room and noticed how he truly looked like he belonged here. Whenever he hung out with his friends, or spent time at school he always had some doubt that he didn’t belong like he was an outcast.

Now here he was dressed completely like some weirdo and yet he felt like he was finally experiencing some kind of normality. Had he completely gone insane, none of this was normal, why did his body refuse to act against any of this.

Jean felt himself begin to tear up and sniffed as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

Laura stopped directing the room and noticed Jean sobbing in his mums lap.

“Awww Jeany what’s the matter.” She spoke in a sickly sweet voice.

Regrettably he had found himself the centre of attention as they all turned to look at him. The anxiety of being the attraction of so many strangers was too much to comprehend and he began to break out into a full sob.

“He’s just upset about a wet diaper.” His mother said trying to downplay the situation. “Is it alright if I quickly go change him?”

“Of course!” Laura replied. “You can change him right here it’s no bother.”

By now Jean was bawling right up against his mother’s chest, his tears rolling into her blouse.

“No that’s ok I can just nip off somewhere private.”

Even his mother seemed slightly apprehensive at the suggestion, realising how distraught her son was.

“Honestly no one here minds, we’re all mothers it’s completely natural.”

His mother still seemed unsure but relented and slowly unlatched Jean from her body and pushed him gently onto the floor.

Jean put up no resistance as his overalls were pulled away and his soggy diaper was displayed to the class. He was too embarrassed to do anything and covered his face with his hands as the tears continued to flow.

He felt a rush of cool air encapsulate his privates as they came into full view of everyone. His sobs drowned out any of the hushed giggles he would have heard otherwise, everyone seemed to be doing their best at keeping a straight face. But in their defence anyone would have reacted similarly after watching a supposed fully grown young man bawling his eyes out after wetting his diaper and seeing him in the middle of being changed by his mummy.

She didn’t dawdle as she pulled away the wet diaper and placed the dirty wipes she had used to clean up his stale pee inside before rolling it up. Even she was beginning to feel slightly anxious, never expecting to have so many people watching her change a diaper she worried they could be judging her.

Jean raised his bottom as the fresh diaper was placed underneath and didn’t react this time to the diaper oil as it was rubbed into his groin. He was sure he heard a comment about the size of his penis but he blocked it from his head and tried desperately pretending that none of this was real. He went along with all the movements that were expected of him, slightly shifting his legs for his mother to get a better fit as she pulled the clean diaper tightly around his waist.

“All done baby.” His mother cheerfully declared, pulling him upright.

She was about to pull his overalls back on when Laura suddenly interjected.

“If you don’t mind me making a suggestion.”

By now Jean’s cries had died down to a quiet sob and his mother had dabbed away the tears from underneath his puffy eyes.

“I think it would be better to leave Jean’s diaper exposed, it’s something he struggles with and needs to get used to, that there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Jean looked at his mother, begging with his eyes in pained silence for the opposite. She thought for a moment but took what Laura said to heart and much to Jean’s disappointment she had made up her mind.

“I think Laura is right sweetheart, there’s nothing to be afraid of no one is judging you here.”

This time when Jean peered around he noticed only looks of support and understanding from the crowd. Clearly they had begun to realise that he belonged in diapers, that somewhere along the line he had failed at growing up.

He shuffled over and allowed himself to be pulled back between his mother’s legs as she discarded his overalls to the side. His diaper was clearly on show, sticking out proudly it stood like a beacon. For all intended purposes it stood out as the clearest reminder of his new infantile status.

If there were any tears left Jean was sure he would have started crying again. Instead he curled up close to his mother as the day continued, trying his best to imagine himself anywhere else but here.

Time slowly ticked by as Laura went through a bunch of theory and answered questions. As some children began to get restless she announced it was time for a break.

Jean’s mother got up for the bathroom, leaving him sitting next to Ron’s sister under Amelia’s watchful gaze.

“So anything you have to say for yourself?”

Clearly Amelia had some questions she had been holding until she could get Jean by himself.

He turned to her too embarrassed to speak and unsure what he could even say to begin to explain everything.

“Say cheese.”

Before Jean had a chance to react, Amelia had pulled her phone out and snapped a quick photo.

“Awwww you both look so darling together, I can just picture you both in matching outfits!”

“Mrs Kent, please don’t show Ron.” Jean said finally speaking up.

“Sorry hun that was a bit hard to hear with the pacifier in your mouth, mind speaking up.”

Jean blushed before taking the pacifier out and leaving it to dangle from his chest.

“Please don’t tell Ron about me.”

Amelia sniggered. “But you look so darling, don’t you want him to see your cute wittle outfit.”

She pinched his cheek and Jean looked like he might start crying again.

“Relax I won’t say anything.”

Jean finally felt him start to relax ever so slightly.

“Just be thankful that you were always such a polite little sweetheart whenever you come over. There were some of your other friends I would not have offered the same generosity too.”

“Thank you.” Jean sullenly replied.

“Not that I think they would let themselves be caught in the same predicament as you are. I don’t know what it is but this all seems to suit you much better than being an adult ever did.”

Jean blushed hearing Amelia’s true thoughts about him. He considered protesting but he was reminded that she held all the cards when she took another picture of him, smiling from behind the camera lens.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The rest of the class went by painfully slow for Jean, he was sure everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. They held some group trust exercises and practiced calling out to their kids and getting them to crawl over the room like some sort of trained show dog. It was humiliating and Jean didn’t see the point in any of it, he was sure that Laura had somehow invented all of this just to embarrass him further.

Before the class was over Jean felt the need to pee and was thankful that he hadn’t uncontrollably wet himself this time. He didn’t dwell on it for long though and quickly let go of his bladder and peed into his diaper. He felt more relaxed about it this time, something about knowingly making the decision on his own even though it was a humiliating and infantile act made him feel more at ease about it.

His mother noticed but didn’t bring it to anyone’s attention this time, seemingly feeling bad about the previous public diaper change this time she decided to take mercy on him.

After a final address from Laura she dismissed everyone and welcomed them all to attend the next class. Jean was adamant he wouldn’t let himself be dragged along to another one and kept a mental note to stand up for himself next time. It was hard though, to feel defiant against any level of authority with a soggy diaper drooping from his waistline.

“Feel like grabbing some dinner?” Amelia asked his mother as they left the class together.

Thankfully she politely declined. “I better not, gotta get this one home and into some clean padding.”

She said giving Jean a firm pat on the back of his diaper.

“I understand, he’s still shy to be out in public, the offer still stands if you want to go out another day.”

Amelia turned to look at Jean before continuing.

“You’re always welcome to come over our place too, I’m sure Ron would love to catch up with Jean again.”

She smiled almost wickedly in his direction.

His mother chuckled knowingly. “Well he does need to get more relaxed at being seen in his diapers.”

“He could even come home with us and I’ll drop him back home later.” Amelia replied.

“Mummy NO.” Aiden blurted out.

He couldn’t believe he had referred to her in such an infantile manner, he couldn’t remember the last time he had called her something other than Mum. He was also terrified that the outburst would result in a spanking when they got home and quickly bit his tongue before saying anything further.

“Maybe another time.” She said looking down at him before saying her final goodbyes to Amelia.

Jean felt a wave of relief wash over him; he had managed to get away with it that time, and now it looked like they were finally heading home.

He eagerly jumped in the back seat and willingly allowed his mother to buckle him in. Gratefully as the car began to move he watched the building grow further and further into the distance, but leaving him with all of its scarring memories.

As they were about to round the corner on their way home, his mother stared across at the street sign and tapped her fingers along the steering wheel. She suddenly made the snap decision to indicate the opposite direction and Jean was quick to note the change she had made.

“What are you doing?” Jean asked, frightfully aware they were now driving in the opposite direction to home.

“Mummy just needs to run a quick errand just settle down back there for me ok?” She said prematurely as if she was predicting another one of Jeans temper tantrums.

Jean was acutely aware that his soggy diaper was well on view, he was in such a rush to leave the venue he hadn’t even asked for his overalls back assuming home was the next destination on the agenda.

He shifted around awkwardly, finding it difficult to get into a comfortable position where the soggy padding wasn’t being pushed up against him. A fresh diaper change was on his mind which made things worse for his dwindling self confidence that he actually found himself looking forward to the idea.

Jean reassured himself it was just because he wanted out of the dirty diaper; there were no maliciousness feelings behind it all. Even an awkward diaper change from his own mother was miles better than the potential embarrassment that could be waiting him if he were subjected to any more humiliation.

His fingers rapped against his seatbelt, surely the drive wouldn’t be too much longer. Maybe she just needed something from the pharmacy; it shouldn’t involve him as far as he could tell.

After she pulled over momentarily to check her phone for directions Jean knew something was up.

“Where are you taking us?” He asked, well aware he was still sucking on his pacifier.

“Baby just hold on it’s not much further.” She replied dismissively.

It wasn’t like his mother to be so secretive, and Jean hated the uncertainty of this whole trip. Home seemed so far away now and all he really wanted was to escape into his bedroom and play games on his computer.

Finally they pulled into a park outside a store front, this time after reading the signs plastered on the front Jean was well aware of the horror he was presented with.

“Why would you take us here you already bought diapers!”

Jean shifted again as he looked at the happy bubs plastered over the various advertisements that adorned the windows, a hateful reminder of his new status.

“Yes but nothing as cute as the ones that Laura puts on you, she told me this is the place”. His mother sounded quite cheerful at her own remark, she practically leapt from the car before turning back to Jean.

“Now behave yourself I won’t be long.” She said with a stern shake of her finger.

Jean watched her crack the windows before leaving for the store, at least he was left with some much needed privacy. It would have been a more pleasurable reprieve if he wasn’t stuck in such a public place. This part of town was practically bustling compared to the place where the classes were held and Jean had to duck out of view to avoid anyone seeing him from the outside.

He quickly pulled the pacifier from his chest and left it to dangle from his shirt. He had to fight the compulsion to grab it and start sucking again, finding regretfully that he had become quite dependant on it in such a short passing time. In a fleeting moment of fiery defiance against his growing regressive side he ripped the pacifier strap off his shirt and ditched it on the seat next to him. At least now there was no chance anyone would see it clinging onto him, he would just make sure to quickly reattach it when he saw his mother coming back.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly and Jean wished he had been allowed to bring his phone with him. Every time someone walked close by the car he tucked himself as close to the door as he could manage, terrified at any moment someone might see the soggy diaper wrapped around him.

With a sigh of relief Jean finally watched his mother leave the store, and the best part is she didn’t even have anything with her. That meant the humiliating and childish diapers would be left to the day care.

Completely forgetting to reattach his pacifier he was taken aback as she ran over to his side of the car. He managed to cover himself in shock before she threw open his door.

“Change of plans sweetie I need you to come with me.”

Jean gasped. “What MUM NO PLEASE!”

He could hardly believe what was happening as she unbuckled him and pulled him from the car. There were definitely faces turning to his direction, utterly confused by the large diapered boy being pulled across the pavement. His mother had even grabbed his pacifier, clipping it back on his shirt and scolding him for taking it off.

Jean stumbled along, barely keeping hold of his footing as he was forced inside the building. He was greeted by shelves filled with seemingly endless rows of diapers. He couldn’t even properly process what he was seeing as he was pushed over to the front counter.

“Oh so this must be Jean then, your Mummy did say you were a little cutie looks like she wasn’t lying!”

Trembling Jean looked up at the woman speaking to him, he was met with the sight of an older woman her face showing her age and covered with wrinkles.

“You can call me Mary.” She spoke with a soft well-spoken voice.

Jean tried in vain to pull his shirt down and cover his diaper; it was a hopelessly feeble attempt and managed to still leave the bottom half on display.

Mary noticed and chuckled. “You don’t have to hide that in here Jean; I’ve seen plenty of diapers in my life time.”

She pulled on her large brimmed spectacles and smiled.

“And it looks to me like you’re long overdue for a change!”

CHAPTER NINE

Mary went through a whole song and dance charade and his mother went along with every part of it. The way they were carrying on about it with such sincerity and care it felt like they were picking out a suit for his wedding day. Except it was nothing that even came close to that, instead they were running around looking for the perfect diapers for him.

Originally his mother came in expecting to leave quickly with one of the same designs Laura kept for him at the day care. Instead she was shown just how big the range of adult diapers they had on hand really was. She listened curiously as Mary explained that the majority of people who still came in for her diapers did so willingly. It was a strange and enlightening conversation; she began to wonder if secretly Jean was enjoying all of this treatment. He hadn’t really put up much of a fight throughout any of it, and after speaking with Laura and seeing him end up in pull ups on his first day, maybe he was acting out on purpose.

Jean had to endure without so much as a say in what diapers he would end up wearing. Perhaps he would be able to play some decision into it, but why bother. They were all the same in the end; he preferred the thinner more discrete ones his mother had bought from the pharmacy to the thicker ones with the childish designs that Laura used. But right now all he really cared about was going home and hoping that anyone who saw him coming in here wasn’t waiting out front to see him to leave.

A more favourable choice would be the thinner lighter ones or something with a plain design. But he knew that would be a moot point, they hadn’t even been brought up in their discussion. Instead his mother was hovering around the thickest they seemed to stock. She rubbed her hands along what could only be described as a large towel while Mary explained the pros and cons of using cloth diapers.

She even pulled out some plastic underwear, Jean shivered as Mary showed her a particularly girly pair which was pink and ruffled. His mother commented how cute they looked and Jean new he had to intervene.

“I’m not wearing them.” He managed to say quite calmly.

Both ladies turned to him and chuckled.

“Well Jean.” Mary spoke. “Perhaps you had something in mind then?”

Both women waited eagerly for his response.

“I’d rather just have my underwear back and stop all this.”

His mother shook her head apprehensively and sighed, Mary just walked over with a wicked grin.

“No no, underwear wouldn’t do, little boys who wet their diapers need to STAY in diapers.”

She struck her point home when she gripped the bottom of his wet padding and held it in her palm.

“Jean.” This time it was his mother’s turn. “If you don’t choose something then it will be the cloth diapers, and there won’t need to be any more arguments about pants, nothing will hide these.” She told him, holding up the cloth diaper menacingly.

Realising he had no real choice in getting out of this anyway Jean reluctantly walked over to the more discrete diapers.

“Nuh-uh sweetie, those are much too thin.”

She directed him back to the much thicker and juvenile section; Jean shuffled along putting out as little energy into his movements as he could manage to display his disinterest.

They watched him scan over the shelves that presented him, why would they even have designs like these. Jean had no idea of Mary’s earlier revelations; he couldn’t comprehend how people would end up in the same predicament as him. It made him feel the tiniest better that seemingly other people were suffering the same fate as he was.

He immediately avoided all the pinks and purples; he wanted this over as quickly as possible and rested his hand over a package that was covered in puppies.

“That one.” He said grumpily.

“Ohhhh, good choice!” Mary clapped before grabbing the package of the shelf.

“These will definitely be thick enough for anything that might come out of him.”

His mother gave a nod of approval as she looked over the package.

“You’ve always been quite fond of doggies haven’t you sweetie.”

Jean shrugged, he could care less about what was plastered over the front of his diapers, and at least this design seemed more boyish compared to the rest.

They followed Mary over to the counter and she stopped before ringing up the package.

“You know, these work out a lot cheaper if you buy them in the larger quantities, we have quite generous discounts on cases.”

“Say no more you’ve sold me!” His mother quickly replied.

Jean watched fearfully as Laura stacked up two large cardboard boxes on top of one another. How many diapers were actually in there?

“Alrighty eighty diapers all up should hopefully last him… a week?” Mary said teasingly, seemingly she had read the thoughts in his mind.

His mother chuckled. “This little guy’s going to cost me a small fortune at this rate.”

Oh how Jean wished he could interject and let his mother have it, this was her idea to keep him diapered was she really giving him grief over the cost of it. When she paid for the diapers Mary quickly offered them the use of her bathroom.

“I imagine that one probably isn’t going to last the ride home.” She said nodding downward.

“I think you’re right.” His mother replied, glancing over at his saggy diaper.

Jean was whisked away as the pair were lead to the back of the store, at least the bathroom would offer him more privacy then his last diaper change. He watched his mother pull out an oversized changing table from the wall.

“Up you hope sweetie.” She said giving the plastic table a pat.

Jean carefully climbed up on the table, not too keen about the possibility of it buckling under his weight. Somehow it didn’t bend in the slightest, clearly designed for someone his size. His mother helped herself to the ointments and lotions on offer and grabbed one of his newly purchased diapers.

Watching her pull it out Jean realised that it looked even thicker than the ones Laura kept on hand. He mentally scolded himself for not paying more attention and going for a safer more familiar choice. He couldn’t believe they stocked something thicker then what he was already being forced into at day care.

The change went the same way as his others; this one however was much more relaxing for Jean and his mother then the last. It was over quicker too, he was honestly happy to be out of his old gross diaper and into something clean, even if it was extra childish and thicker.

His mother hummed merrily to herself while Jean kept his head tilted to the side and fixated on the irregular tile patterns on the wall.

“Jean.” His mother spoke trying to steal away his focus.

He kept his eyes turned away defiantly but raised his bottom for his mother to lather in diaper cream.

“Can you look at me please?”

He didn’t want to, but something in his mother’s voice sounded off and so he slowly turned to face her.

Jean was met with a rather sullen look from his mother, why was she the one that was upset?

“Be honest with me, do you like this?”

She carefully turned his groin over as she continued to cover him in ointment.

“Why would I like any of this?” Jean said grumbly.

His mother pulled the diaper tight up against him, she gave it a gentle pat and a cloud of powder escaped out the sides.

“You’ve just seemed….. Happier?” She said not completely confident with her choice of word.

Jean didn’t respond; he would obviously disagree with her sentiment.

He tried to sit upright but his mother kept him lying on his back while she spoke down to him.

“You don’t get angry and act like a stroppy delinquent anymore, yes I can obviously see you getting upset but I’m your mother and to me it seems like you like this….. At least maybe some small part of you does.”

Jean listened as she spoke, he might not have agreed with it but he did notice he had been sucking on his pacifier again. Had he been using it since they walked into the shop, he did enjoy the feeling of it bobbing in and out between his lips. He could barely admit that to himself though, let alone out loud to anyone else.

He shrugged, “Why would I like it.”

She felt like her son was almost challenging her to offer up something reasonable. She looked down at him, he did look awfully cute and helpless with his diaper and nursing eagerly on his pacifier. She suddenly thought of something, it was a gamble and seemed foolish but if she truly knew her son then she would take the risk.

“Wet for me.”

Jean looked up at her in confusion.

“I saw you fussing earlier, did you even realise you needed to go, wet for me.” She recanted her statement.

“Why would I.” Jean asked as he continued to stare up in disbelief.

His mother reached for one of the tabs on the diaper and unhooked it.

“Because, if you don’t need to wear it, then I’ll take your diapers away.”

She slowly started to pull away at another of the tabs.

“Fine, go ahead.” Jean said joyously; glad to play along with his mother’s strange game if it meant finally getting out of diapers.

“That means no more diapers, no more day care and no more…. Pacifier.” She quickly pulled it from his lips.

Jean sat on the open diaper, his genitals hanging exposed to the room. Something was off, he felt his heart race quicken and he couldn’t fathom the reason why.

It came as an incredible shock to both of them with what happened next. She reacted quickly pulling the diaper firmly shut over his crotch as the pee started flowing over his testicles and between his cheeks as it pooled into the diaper.

Jean couldn’t help repeating why, why, why, why over and over again in his head. He had been so close to being free from everything, what could have possibly provoked him.

None of that really mattered now, he realised as his flow came to an end. He finally acknowledged his mother and looked up at her welcoming, beaming smile.

“Mummy….” He said teary eyed.

“My darling baby.”She cooed softly before pushing the pacifier back between his lips.

CHAPTER TEN

Jean never quite realised why he had done what he had at Mary’s place. Another month had gone by since that fateful day and he had played the scenario out so many times trying hopelessly to rationalise it. He was stuck now, he couldn’t go back and rewrite his future, he predetermined it and everything that happened after came so quickly.

Of course his mother took his break down as a sign that of how he truly felt, but he still refused to admit it. That didn’t stop her putting everything into motion and soon Jeans bedroom reflected what his mother really thought of him now.

For one thing it was now his nursery, completely redesigned with baby blue wallpaper and a cutsie teddy bear motif running across the trim. His desk was gone, the space was needed for his own changing table and while his bed remained it had been quickly repurposed as a crib with bars across the sides. The toys of his childhood had replaced his video games, but if he were on his best behaviour she allowed him some monitored use on the weekends. His wardrobe and drawers remained, but stripped of any clothing she deemed to mature and replaced with juvenile overalls and onesies. Even his shoes now had velcro straps instead of laces.

A playpen had been constructed for him in the living room and he was now forever under the watchful gaze of his mother. A high chair made by the same carpenter referred on to her by Mary sat always at the ready by the dining table. She would occasionally allow him to feed himself, if only to mock him as he was refused the use of proper cutlery.

Bathing himself was out of the question and of course so was any hope of using the toilet again. In the weeks that passed he had grown so used to his diapers now that he would no longer have any inclination that he was wetting himself. Thankfully for now he seemed to have kept control of his bowels but even that was slipping as he found the time between feeling the need to go and pushing a log into his hungry diaper growing shorter and shorter.

Somehow Jean thought he would manage to keep everything a secret, for her part at least Amelia kept her word and didn’t say anything to Ron. That didn’t stop them running into each other one regretful day; his mother had kept him in relatively tame clothing when they were out in public. But the large diaper bulge was hard to miss especially the pacifier that Jean had pulled from his jacket pocket simply as a reaction to the anxiety he felt wash over him.

He simply couldn’t help himself; Ron looked on with contempt and quickly excused himself from the awkward situation. Jean was beside himself that night and his mother was quickly on the phone with Amelia. He ended up being dropped off that day but Ron didn’t want a bar of it so Jean ended up spending the day with his sister who relished in the company of the older boy. It wasn’t long after that when word quickly spread around his friend group and soon all of them knew Jean was now a big baby.

After being exposed to everyone he was close to it was almost a relief for Jean not to have to hide anymore. He even enjoyed spending his days in the day care now; looking forward to seeing Laura each time now and she had become quite taken by him. He even had more responsibilities there now, none of the children took anything he told them seriously but he helped in other ways. He was great with the crafts and helped with the cleaning too, of course he was constantly reminded that he was below most of them being one of the last and definitely the eldest still in diapers. Most days he was dropped off without pants, Laura and the other workers preferred that. It made sure there was no confusion about Jeans true place amongst the hierarchy, he was still grateful even when he received his comically small pay check at the end of each week.

The separation between them had really gotten to his mother and she felt regretful every time she dropped Jean off at day care during the week. The moment she picked him up he hardly left her sight each evening. She would bathe him, change him and cook all his meals; he was left without any responsibilities at home. Weekends were reserved for spending special time with her baby; she took him along with her everywhere. While it all seemed so overbearing at first soon even Jean was enjoying the closeness they shared. He willingly held her hand and ignored the occasional look and stare he received as they walked by people. Sure he was bored out of his mind when she took him to see one of her friends or along to the salon, but at least he was allowed to bring a book or one of his toys. He had become reacquainted with his childhood teddy bear that his mother had found in the attic one day and now he would bring it along with him like a security blanket. It became an equally inseparable part of him like his pacifier was.

Somehow in such a short time Jean had completely regressed down to the level of a toddler. He realised it was all probably for the best, he no longer had any pressures that came with adulthood. Sure he missed hanging out with his friends and he no longer had anyone to play games with anymore. His mother began to bring him over to Amelia’s regularly to visit Ron’s sister. She adored his company and it was nice for him to have someone actually wanting to play with him even if it was mostly tea parties and dolls.

Jean was longing for some sense of normality and although it seemed a ways off his mother said she would help him through rekindling his friendships with people his own age. There was no word of taking away his diapers though or even a word about the possibility of toilet training him again. It was all a work in progress but he trusted her word, soon he hoped he could go back to being an adult again. While being treated this way had its perks he knew he had to grow up again. His nineteenth birthday was fast approaching and he decided it was time to have a serious talk with his mother.

“So I was thinking it’s time for me to grow up again.” He said ending his lengthy speech he had prepared.

His mother thought for a moment, she had cherished regaining her maternal feelings with Jean. She knew what was best for him even if he thought otherwise he just wasn’t ready to face adulthood yet. If one day she thought he was ready to take that step then that would be her decision to make, not her babies.

“Not yet Jean, maybe when you turn twenty we can discuss it again.”

And that was that, another year in diapers lay ahead of him, to be spent treated like a baby. While he was upset the conversation had gone this way and his future was looking bleak, part of him was honestly relieved. He felt like he had to grow up at some point, but he couldn’t help it if his mother wouldn’t let him. That decision fell on her now and he wouldn’t have to worry about it, he had more important things to focus on like day care, and playing with his toy cars.

‘I guess I am just a big baby after all.’ He thought to himself, enjoying the feeling of the growing warmth inside his diaper.