Here's an age regression story I wrote this summer for someone looking for a story with similar interests to mine. Originally, the first two chunks were meant to be seperate stories in a series, but now I've decided to write Stinky Street as one continuous story. I'll post what I have so far in the next few days, and the rest as I go along. Boy, did it really need an edit. It contains both physical and mental AR, along with references to diapers and potty training, as you may have guessed.
Parts up to 33 now up, past the original two chapters I wrote before joining FTT, with 33 being the first of the third.
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Stinky Street, by Austin Pillow Bottom.
It had been almost a year since Sarah found out she was infertile. She and her husband had been trying to start a family, and the news put an irreparable rift in their marriage. She and her husband were both closer to thirty than twenty and her husband wasn't open to adoption. He soon left her in search of someone to pass his genes on with, and she had moved back to her hometown. It was there that she began spending time with Brianne, her old friend from high school. Sarah was surprised to find Brianne was a single mom. They had kept in touch over social media, but Brianne did not share any photos or videos of her two year old son, and did not mention him in comments. When Sarah asked about this, Brianne simply stated she wanted to protect Gavin's privacy until he was old enough to decide for himself. The charms of oversharing seemed lost on Brianne.
After a few months of reacquainting, Sarah told Brianne about her marital problems, and how she ended up moving back into town. When Sarah discussed the struggle of finding work, Brianne offered to train her. Sarah was never clear on what Brianne did, and she didn't get an explanation there. Brianne said it would be better to show her. A few days later, Brianne invited Sarah to her house.
It was there she met Nolan, an eight year old boy. The boy was simple. His speech was slurred and his sentences were fragmented, and he had no shame in greeting Sarah in only a pull-up. Sarah had not been away from home long enough for Brianne to be this boy's mother. "Who is this boy?" Brianne told Nolan to go grab a shirt, and as he was gone, she handed Sarah a file folder. Inside was a photo of a man that bore a striking resembelance to the boy. A few pages on his early life, including several personality inventories. This perplexed Sarah even more, but she knew this kind of information collection was entering a legal grey area. Nolan came back with a shirt on, over his pullup. "Is this his-" Sarah stopped herself, unsure if Nolan knew his father.
Brianne laughed and took the folder back. She put it in a drawer and sat down on the floor. She held her arms open and Nolan walked over and tumbled into her lap. "No, that's Nolan."
"The first?" Sarah replied. Brianne laughed and grabbed a small glass bottle from her diaperbag. "Time for your medicine, Nolan."
Brianne unscrewed the eyedropper from the bottle. Nolan propped his mouth open without being asked, and Brianne squeezed the drops under Nolan's tongue. "It tastes diffwent."
Brianne ignored him and spoke to Sarah. "This is what I do for a living. I take in people who are incompetent, destitute, or in Nolan's case, a special kind of pervert, and I find them an upbringing they can thrive in."
"An upbringing?" Sarah interrupted.
"Just pay attention to him. The shirt helps to make it clear."
Nolan shrank until his shirt became a gown. The only mind Nolan paid his dwindling size was readjusting his seating in Brianne's lap to stay comfortable. Sarah saw that Brianne was offering her a job to turn grown adults into babies, and even take one in as her own. If Brianne had asked Sarah before showing her, and Sarah had believed her, Sarah would report her to the police. Brianne's work could be boiled down to two crimes: Missing persons who would never be found, and selling babies. But by seeing for herself, Sarah had seen a demon too fantastic to resist.
Part 1: Smallest Sliver
Martin was having breakfast at the same diner he had every Sunday morning since he moved here. He always preferred the comfort of the booths, along with the privacy they offered. The booth meant a happy medium between going out in public and being alone with his thoughts. Working at a sandwich shop meant cooking always reminded him at work, even hot meals that had nothing in common with the food he had to make. His wage and living expenses meant he couldn't eat out for every meal. Sunday was how he treated himself to get ready for the next work week. He had the late sleep schedule as many twenty-two year olds, which meant he could enjoy breakfast after the church-goer rush had theirs. Eating out was his small way of observing the sabbath. This time of day was perfect because he could almost always get a booth instead of a table. Though he wouldn't be taking up space if he asked, today he took a single booth opposite to the large booths.
If Martin wanted quiet, he would have stayed home, but a kid sitting across the aisle made him prepare for some annoyance. Across from him sat two women, one with her toddler. The boy sat in the high chair facing away from Martin. The boy wore a T-shirt of deep blue jersey, with horizontal stripes of burgandy on the torso. In yellow was a large number ten on the back, and the word "MESSY" on top. Martin figured the boy knew a fan of Barcelona's MVP that had a penchant for dressing toddlers in degrading clothing.
The food didn't agree with the toddler, or maybe it agreed too well, either way Martin could smell the stink moments after the mother took him to the bathroom. Martin experienced a lapse in appetide and put his fork down until the stench had passed. The mother's friend coughed and waved her hand over her face as she turned to Martin. "Oomf. I'm so sorry about that."
Martin shook his head. "It's fine." The tightness in his voice made it clear that Martin was trying his best to take in as little air as possible. The two exchanged a laugh. Martin took a sip of water and nodded. "The jersey fits."
The woman shook her head. "Ugh. I'd say I don't know what that kid eats, but I do. I don't want to ruin your breakfast, so I'll just say he needs more gluten." Martin nodded and thought that was the end of the interaction, but the woman changed the subject. "Do you live here? I think I've seen you around."
Martin nodded. "Just moved here."
"What brought you out here?"
"Work? What do you do?"
The woman nodded with her lips pressed over a smirk. "So, this must seem a big city for you."
Martin laughed and shrugged. "No. Maybe I should have said rental costs."
The woman looked at Martin's plate. "Breaking the bank?"
Martin shook his head. "Nah. Just had enough of cooking for the week. I'm sorry, I didn't ask what you do."
"Well, I don't have to take public transit."
Martin turned to her in mock shock. "You walk everywhere too?"
This forced another laugh from her. "Why don't you join us and I'll cover your breakfast."
Martin held up his hand. "It's okay, I don't want to be a charity case."
The woman smiled and rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Can I buy you breakfast because I think you're cute?"
Martin blushed. He thought she was being friendly, but she thought he was flirting. "I'll allow it."
Martin got up, and the diaper bag told him her friend was sitting across from her, and he sat next to her. He put his plate on the table and held his hand out. "I'm Martin."
The woman shook his hand. "Sarah."
Martin found Sarah and Brianne very friendly. Having lived in town most of their lives, they took it on themselves to tell Martin all about local events throughout the summer. When Martin asked Brianne if she was a fan of FCB, Brianne did not understand. Martin pointed to Gavin's soccer jersey. Brianne pointed out that Sarah had bought him it. Sarah had then asked Martin if he wanted to join her team in the "beer-league." Martin said he only watched soccer, and had only played in PE class. Sarah assured him that it was a very casual league, so called because every game and practice involved most players each a few beers deep.
After breakfast, Brianne drove Martin home. Sarah sat in the passenger seat, and Martin sat in the back with Gavin. Sarah had Martin write down his number on a napkin and said she would call later that week. Gavin was an odd child. Martin figured he wasn't used to new people, or just thought Martin was interesting. The boy kept staring and kicking the footrest of his high chair, trying to get Martin's attention. Martin always responded by smiling and leaning towards him, asking "what's the matter, Honey?" Gavin only responded with more fussy baby noises. In the car he had done the same. "Has he got a toy or something?"
Brianne said he just needed a nap. Terrible twos meant he grew restless when he was tired. Martin could understand Gavin's ironic plight. That seemed to be a symptom of terrible twenties as well. Martin wasn't good with kids, but he was good with cats. When he grew fussy again, Martin leaned over to Gavin's carseat and held his finger over Gavin's face. "Hey, Gavin." Gavin looked at his finger, and Martin put his fingertip on the tip of Gavin's nose. Gavin didn't look pleased until Martin ran his finger up Gavin's nose, forehead and along his scalp, one of the ways he would pet a cat. The toddler's eyes fluttered at the tiny massage. Martin pulled away, but Gavin reached his hands out for Martin's hand. "Really? Are you a kitten?"
Brianne noticed Martin touching her son's face. "Why's my boy a kitten?"
Martin continued petting Gavin's nose and head. "He seems to like when I pet his nose like a cat."
Sarah turned around to look at the toddler struggling to keep his eyes open. "Awe, Brianne you gotta see this."
Martin stopped when he saw they had turned onto his street. Gavin's eyes didn't open before they let Martin out.
When they left, Sarah smiled. "I like him."
Brianne glanced at Sarah and then watched the road. "What kind of like?"
Sarah shrugged. "He's nice. And good with Gavin too."
"Do you like him? Or what kind of playmate he might be?"
"Isn't that why we met him there?"
Brianne rolled her eyes. "There'll be plenty of time to bond when he's dependant on you. Anything else is just being cruel to yourself."
Sarah hadn't given much thought to it. Brianne had seemed so cavalier about her job. This was the first time she had alluded to the stresses of her work. "You sound like you're speaking from experience."
"You're not the first barren divorcee I've worked with. The smallest sliver of hope shines through and it's all you can see. Half of you only look at one picture before you decide on a child."
"Isn't attachment part of motherhood?" Sarah glances at Gavin. "I wouldn't know."
"You're not a mother yet."
Part 2: Chicken Soup for the School-Aged Soul
Going into work was a non-starter. Martin woke up with his sheets sticking to his skin. The chills and aches in his joints told him he had sweat the bed. He was sick. With nine o'clock approaching, he had to call in sick as soon as possible. Afterwards, he wondered why his finger tip was a deep red, as if it had been dipped in blood. In a way it had. It was only a moment later that he pulled a black red booger from his nose. It almost looked too massive to have come from his nose. He hadn't noticed his finger was in his nose until he removed it, but now he had to get it off his finger. He got out of bed. When he looked back down at his hand, he noticed the bloody snot was gone. He looked around the floor to see if it had fallen, and then noticed the red streak running down his wall. Instead of getting a piece of tissue paper, Martin had left the booger on the nearest surface without a second thought. He shook his head and cursed under his breath. "I get a little fucking cold and turn into a child."
He decided to clean any messes when he was feeling better. While he washed the blood and snot off his hands, he heard a knock on the door. "Yeah!" He grabbed a dishcloth and dried his hands on the way to the door.
Outside was Sarah, holding a take out bag in one hand and Gavin in the other. "Thought you could use some soup." This chick's power of precognition was bordering on creepy. Sarah saw the confusion in his eyes and shrugged. "Brianne had the omelette, same as you. Since I paid, I feel somewhat responsible."
Martin nodded. "Do you want to come in? It's a bit messy."
"Well, can't be worse than Gavin's messes. Sure."
"Do you still think he needs gluten?"
Martin was in no mood to cook before Sarah arrived, but even the smell of soup made him feel like he was taken care of. He offered to make a grilled cheese sandwich, to get some bread into Gavin, along with cheese to help give his stool some solidity.
After that, he had enough of standing up for the next few hours. He wrapped himself in the blanket his grandmother had made him when he was a child, and sat on the couch with his soup on the coffee table. Sarah had put Gavin on the floor where she could watch him from the couch, and put Blue's Clues on the television. Gavin could feed himself, as long as Sarah was there to supervise. Afterwards, she cleaned up after him and then sat beside Martin. "Feeling okay?"
"No, but the soup is delicious. I'm sure you're being nice, but you don't want to watch a stranger eat soup and watch Blue's Clues do you?"
Sarah glanced at the television and back to Martin. "I thought Gavin was watching Blue's Clues."
"It's more entertaining than I remember. Maybe the fever's got me nostalgic."
"I can't believe this show is still on. Gavin seems to like it." Sarah pulled a packet of tissue from her pocket and balled up a couple. When Martin had his spoon down she leaned in close and put the tissues to his nose.
Martin shrank away. "What are you doing?"
"You're nose is bloody." Martin would have pushed her off, if he hadn't been holding a styrofoam bowl of piping hot soup over his own lap. All he could do was tense up while Sarah cleaned off his nostrils. "You got bloody crusties. Did you pick your nose raw?"
When she put the tissue on the table, Martin was ready to ask her to leave, until she put her hand in his hair, and gave him a very subtle but sweet smile. "Anything else I can do for you?"
"Dear god," Martin thought to himself. "Is she into me? She's not after money, and I'm far too unkempt for her to be into my appearance. I can't think of what else she'd want from me. If she's into taking care of weak and dishevilled men, I can milk it until I get better, at the very least."
Sarah stopped stroking his hair and held her hand on his forehead. "Goodness, you're burning up. I'm gunna take your temperature to be sure."
Martin glanced at the toddler, paying less attention to the man mincing around with a cartoon dog than the grown man on the couch. Martin watched Sarah pull the diaper bag to her feet and pull a thermometre out. "Should we be playing doctor in front of the kid."
Sarah smirked. "I'm not playing, you dweeb. Open up."
"Are you a doctor?"
Sarah put the thermometre in his mouth. "Close, hold it under your tongue. I'm a third year resident." The thermometre beeped and pulled it out of his mouth. She stared at the reading in disbelief. "Fifty-eight."
"Isn't that low?"
"Oh. How is that?"
"You should be dead."
Martin stared at Sarah and then smiled in mock-relief. "Oh."
Sarah pulled a plastic tube of sanitary wipes. "Turn over."
Martin stood up. "Whoa, you're really sweet, but that's moving way too quick for my taste."
"I'm not kidding Martin. I need to find an accurate reading."
"Are you sure the thermometre works? Do you always interchange it for front and back ends?"
Sarah took on a really stern tone at that moment. "Martin, I know how to sanitize a damn thermometre. You gave a beyond-lethal reading, this is serious so please stop with the quips. I need an accurate reading, so can you please grow up for one minute and lie on your stomach, or do I have to throw you over my lap?"
Martin knew there was no way she was serious, until she raised an eyebrow at him, prompting him for a response. "Oh wow" he thought to himself. "She's totally serious."
"That's okay. Lie down."
Martin did so, and Sarah stood on her knees next to the couch. "Don't worry, Gavin can't see through me." Sarah pulled the back of Martin's sweatpants down, and she pulled his cheek back. making him tense up in preparation.
"Can I just take this moment to thank you for taking such good care of me, but is there any course of treatment that doesn't invo-"
"No." Sarah shoved the rod into his anus, making his body go rigid from head to toe.
"You can relax, it's in."
Martin nodded. "Let me know when it isn't."
Sarah pulled the thermometre out and Martin went limp in relief. "Oh thank god."
"Oh, wah! It's nothing. Good news, you have a normal fever." Sarah examined the metal rod. "Stay still for a moment."
Martin closed his eyes. His small moment of lying still was interrupted by a wet tissue running down his asscrack. "I know you're sick, but could you be more thorough if you're having a guest."
Sarah noticed the wide-eyed stare Martin gave her. "Marty, what's wrong?"
"You just wiped my ass."
Sarah rolled her eyes and hung her head. "Oh, God. I'm sorry. I've been doing my rotation in the pediatric ward these last few weeks. I'm short on sleep, and I haven't quite been able to get out of treating children mode. Being on diaper duty while Brianne's sick isn't helping either."
When he realized she was crying, Martin pulled his pants over his butt and sat up. "Whoa whoa whoa it's fine. I probably could have used a wipe anyways. And hey, I know I'm not dying now, that's cool. Who knows what I've come down with, it might be safe to have you around. I mean, I feel bad having you guys couped up in my small basement suite."
Sarah sighed in relief. "Thank you, Martin. Let me make it up to you. Why don't you come stay the night at my place. My kit is there, and I can fix you up with medicine to forget you're even sick."
"I like the sound of that. Can I finish my soup? Then I'll pack an overnight bag."
Sarah nodded and smiled at Gavin. "Okay, Honey. Uncle Marty's gunna come have a visit with us. Let's go get changed."
Part 3: Raspberry Drizzle
Outside of the pharmocology, it seemed simple enough. Brianne had a three-pronged approach to return Martin to early childhood with little pain or fear. The first was a substance Brianne called Simplicity, which reduced a person's mental age for a little over a day. Brianne slipped Martin a small dose in his drink at the diner, and he was back to normal by the end of the day. Martin had played video games the rest of that day to unwind before his workweek started. The mental age of ten was far too close to adulthood to notice. All Martin knew was that violent games were unsettling, and soon switched emulators of retro consoles on his laptop. Brianne had given Sarah a second dose of Simplicity into his soup. This dose would give him a mental age of six once it set in. She also warned Sarah that the differences between twenty-two and six year olds were far greater than the differences twenty-two and ten year olds. Brianne included a muscle relaxant in the second dose Simplicity so that if Martin threw a fit, he would be less likely to hurt Sarah than himself.
The second avenue worked in conjunction with the Simplicity. A macromolecule that carried lipopolysaccaride through the stomach and allowed it to pass through the intestinal walls and into the bloodstream. LPS, which is found on the outside of some bacteria, would alert the body to an infection. This would cause Martin to start a fever and go into sickness mode, the brain's way of telling someone to take it easy, so they can recuperate from an infection. Men were notorious for turning into man-babies when they became sick because they're brains tell them they need to be taken care of. This was one of Brianne's way of priming someone for Simplicity. By the time the perceived infection had passed, they would not be apprehensive of any care she might give, including the third step.
Brianne had a substance she called Space-Saver, and did exactly what the name suggested by making someone smaller. It would accomplish this by making someone physically younger. Sarah asked Brianne if it was through magic or something a little scientific. Brianne told her that even magic had it's own natural laws, and left it at that. Brianne had been rather secretive about all of this worked, but understandably so. She had given her a small dose to feed Martin, which would reduce him to the age of fifteen while he slept. When Simplicty wore off, his mind would only catch up to his new physical age.
Sarah encouraged Martin to take his blanket with him. Brianne's file on him mentioned it was his security blanket when he was a child. Even when he grew uneasy about the changes in his mind and body, which were certain to happen, it would provide him a sense of homeiness no affirmations could. Martin agreed, as if he wasn't already planning to. With the Simplicity setting in, he wasn't going to have a sleepover without his special blanket.
For lunch, Martin had the rest of his soup, which Sarah so kindly reheated on the stove. That was when Martin first noticed something was wrong. Rather, he noticed Sarah had noticed something was wrong. He was lying on her couch, watching Ready Jet Go that Gavin had been watching before Sarah took him to her room for a nap. When she came back, she saw his finger up his nose and pulled his arm away. "There's no gold in there, dummy." Martin knew nosepicking was gross, especially in someone else's home. Sarah grabbed a baby wipe from the tub on her coffee table and cleaned his finger off.
"I can clean it off."
"No, you need to conserve your energy. Look, all done."
Sarah let go and scoffed as she left the living room to throw the baby wipe away. Martin shrugged his shoulders up to his jaw and nestled into the couch. He pulled his blanket up to his neck to comfort himself.
While Gavin had a nap, Sarah ran Martin a warm bath. Martin had been undressing himself when he found his sleeves wouldn't let him free. It had been a good two minutes of trying to get out of his shirt that he realized the fever had him so delirious, he couldn't navigate his way out of his own clothing. "Sarah!"
Sarah answered his call, and laughed at the grown man sitting on the floor, with his arms and head wrapped up in his shirt. "My oh my, what happened here?"
"I can't get out of my shirt." Sarah laughed. "Don't laugh!"
Martin almost sounded sad about it, but he felt rather ashamed. He took his clothes off all by himself all the time. Sarah's laughter was not making it easier to ask for her help. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to do?"
"Can you help me get it off?"
Sarah kneeled down in front of him. "Fly, Superman."
Martin lifted his arms, and double-took with his face under the cotton. He almost forgot when he last heard it, but he instinctively knew to pretend he was Superman and to raise his arms high in the air. In one swift tug, Sarah had his shirt off his arms. Martin hung his head forward. "Thank you, Sarah."
"You're welcome, Sweety." Sarah leaned against the sink. "You need help with your pants too?"
Martin shook his head and stood up. "Nuh-uh." He stared at Sarah, expecting her to leave, but the smirk on her face told him she wanted to see for herself.
"Okay, Martin." He thought to himself. "It's just a bunny-ear knot." He put his hand on the tie of his sweatpants. When he tugged on the end, the bunny-ears didn't shrink into the head. He tugged a bit. "Oh no. I tied the ears. How do I unravel that? Come on! You do this all the time!" But today he didn't. The muscle-relaxant in his soup had weakened his tug. The Simplicity made it impossible for him to remember that a ear-tied bunny-knot just needed a stronger tug. He pulled at his pants but he had to wiggle through, and it was still above his penis.
"Do you want Sarah to help you?" Martin looked up at her and nodded. Sarah kneeled down in front of him, and with one tug, the bunny's ears had unravelled, and his pants fell to his ankles. Before she stood up, she gave his belly a kiss, and made a farting sound against his skin. The flapping of her lips against her skin startled him, and he let out a giggle. Sarah leaned back so he wouldn't hit her when he leaned forward.
Sarah laughed at him, making him laugh. "Don't do that."
"I'm sorry, I just love your little laugh." Martin blushed at the compliment. It was hard to stay mad at Sarah when she was being so silly. Then she looked worried. "Oh no, Martin. You sprung a leak."
"Huh!?" She was right. Martin looked down at his boxers and noticed a tiny wet spot underneath the tip of his cock. He had let out a tiny dribble when Sarah gave him a raspberry. "Do you have accidents often?"
"No, you tickled me!" Martin began to feel uneasy. These days Martin was more worried about seeming unmasculine, but here he almost had a fear of Sarah seeing him as a baby.
Sarah laughed and then looked sad. "Awe, I was just teasing. I'm sorry I caused an accident. Silly Sarah."
The alliteration made Martin chuckle. "Silly Sarah."
"Dude," he thought to himself. "Why the heck are you repeating her? Yeah, it was funny, but not that funny."
Sarah didn't bother letting him take his undershorts off. She pulled them to his ankles and told him to step out. He did, and stood back from her. Then Martin saw her wince, and she turned his boxers inside out. She stood up and held his shorts up to him. Martin could smell the skidmark from where he stood. "What is that?"
Martin could feel his stomach drop. He met this woman the day before. She was taking care of him so well, and he repaid her by neglecting his own hygeine, in her own house. His jaw hung open as he stammered to find an apology.
"What's with the stinky street?"
Martin didn't remember his dad calling a skidmark a stinky street, but he did remember what it felt like. Martin let loose a chuckle, and then felt even more ashamed. He didn't even expect to have a stinky street.
Sarah shook her head. "Martin, how sick are you? A little fever and you turn into a child. What gives? I'm happy to take care of you, so you don't need to act like Gavin for me." Martin couldn't find the words. Tears seemed a good way to show her he was sorry. Sarah's voice went from sturn to sad again, when she put her hand on his cheek. "Do you understand, Honey?"
Martin nodded, and Sarah wiped her thumb through the tear on his cheek. "Okay. Now climb in the bath. I'm worried you might hurt yourself in this state."
Part 4: Imprinting
Martin stepped into the warm water, and Sarah held his hands as he sat down. Sarah opened the medicine cabinet and removed a small bottle.
Sarah sat down next to the tub, and pulled the eye dropper from the bottle. "This'll help you feel stronger, so you don't have to be so silly. Open up."
Without question, Martin tilted his head up and dropped his jaw. Sarah took a moment to watch him. A bowl is soup was all it took, and now this young man was waiting patiently with mouth agape, just because she said so. She wondered if she told him this medicine would take eight years off his body, he would still keep his mouth open. Sarah smiled and then held the eyedropper over his mouth. She squeezed it onto his tongue, and put the eyedropper in the bottle.
Martin swished the medicine around in his mouth. It was bitter, but far more sweet. He wanted his hole mouth covered in the stuff, but he was salivating far too much and he had to swallow. Martin noticed the small rack hanging from the shower. He noticed a couple of plastic boats in the trays. He wondered how long Sarah was planning on having Gavin over. Then he started to wonder if Gavin would mind if he borrowed the toys. Then he started to wonder what it would be like to play with those toys.
It had been a few moments since Sarah expected Martin to start bathing himself. He had been staring into space long enough. She noticed he was looking at the toys. "Do you want the boat?"
Martin jossled his head and then gave Sarah a pouty look. "Would that be silly?"
Sarah laughed at how worried he was about her opinion of him, as if this wasn't the kind of silliness she wanted in him. "Of course."
She stood up and grabbed the speed boat and placed it on the surface. Martin began passing it between each hand. Sarah watched him do this, and could tell Martin's awareness only contained the boat. She grabbed the washcloth and rubbed it against the bar of soap, and rubbed it on his back. Martin didn't even look at what she was doing, and then she started to invade more and more of his privacy. She started with his arm, and then his chest. Behind his ears, and down his back again. As she scrubbed him clean, she noticed the changes starting. It was subtle, but she could tell he was a few inches shorter than when he sat in the tub. Then she saw the tip of penis poking out from the surface.
Brianne had warned her about this. "Look, don't be concerned if he masturbates right in front of you."
"Huh? Does that happen a lot?"
"Oh yeah. They got the needs of a man, and the Simplicity gives them the self-control of a boy. They will have no shame in rubbing one out."
"You think that's bad? You're gunna be mom, so you might as well know. I don't put duct tape on Gavin's diapers because he likes streaking. "
Sarah decided Martin wouldn't mind if she cleaned his penis for him, and he wasn't going to be having any more orgasms if she had anything to say about it. This was his last chance and he was happy to take it. First he uncrossed his legs, but he kept playing with the boat. Then he leaned back, onto his elbows so he was lying down, and watched Sarah. She smiled at him. Then he did something unsettling. He started to giggle, as if she was tickling him. It began to feel more wrong when his body hair started to thin out. This hairy man was looking less mature with each tug. Martin dropped his jaw and tried to sit up, staring at Sarah all the while with a big dopey smile. He grabbed the side of the tub, as if he was trying to bring himself closer. He took a deep breath in and his pelvis tightened up. "Ahfffffffff!" As he made his cumface, the span of his shoulders seemed to recede, and fill his cheeks. Sarah took the wash cloth off away and leaned on the tub. Martin lied back down, propped up on his elbows. Sarah took a moment to collect herself, and watched Martin staring at her with a dopey smile as he caught his breath.
Sarah looked at the wad floating around the bathwater and decided Martin had enough naked time. She fiddled with his toe. "You're pruning. We better get you out before you turn into a raisin."
He didn't respond. He didn't understand. He didn't care. She put his hand under his head. "Come on, sit up."
Martin understood the push, and sat up. Martin put his hand on the edge of the bathtub, and stood his feet up so he was in a squat. He stared at the tub for a moment. With the mentality he had as a toddler, Martin was baffled as to why the tub wall would stand so low. If he didn't need to step on it to climb over, he wasn't sure what he had to do. It was good he took a moment before he figured out he could step over it, because he emptied his bladder into the bathwater.
Sarah rubbed her hand on the side of her face, unsure what to think. "You okay, Bubba?"
Martin smiled. "Peepeeee."
His slurred speech, and unwarranted pride of making peepee told Sarah that he didn't have the mental age of six like Brianne had planned. "That's right, you made peepee, and into the water too." Sure, it was bath water rather than toilet water, but it wasn't the floor. Martin smiled and stepped out of the bath. Sarah scooched back so he wouldn't fall on her. "Be careful."
Martin got a scared look on his face when Sarah scolded him, and plopped his bottom down the floor, watching for any sign of approval from Sarah. Sarah realized he was far too simple for her not to coo every single word at him. "Good sit."
Sarah almost rolled her eyes at herself. "He's not a dog."
Sarah forced a smile so her voice would sound more cheerful. "Let's get you dried off."
While she dried him off with the towel, Martin wouldn't break eye contact with her, and Sarah knew why. She didn't need to regress any more men to know that they were most emotionally vulnerable in their afterglow. She learned that in college. Some men cried, some men wanted to hug, and a handjob and some tender loving care had just made Martin fall in love with her.
Part 5: Catching Up
Martin felt like the luckiest boy in the world. He couldn't remember when he felt so cared for. After his bath, Sarah dried him off so gently he thought he might fall asleep right there on the floor. The most amazing thing about Sarah was that she could tell Blue's Clues was his favourite show when he was a little boy. All the other kids said the show was for babies, but he was the only boy in grade one who seemed to watch it. Somehow, Sarah knew he was feeling nostalgic, and she didn't mind if it was for babies. She said something about accidents and had him step into an adult diaper. Somehow she found one with his favourite dog on it, and it even had blue paw prints on it so he would know if he had an accident. Sarah really was a special kind of woman. Somehow she knew he couldn't remember his words, and never demanded an answer when he didn't reply to her comments. All her comments were sweet and helpful.
"Step into the legholes."
"Do you still have your paw prints?"
Martin was upset that he needed a bib, but Sarah was so understanding. How could a woman be so pretty yet so compassionate for such a messy boy? Somehow she was. The medicine she gave him seemed to make the fever go away, and he was full of energy. He was even able to stomach spaghetti, and Sarah, being her sweet old self, wiped the sauce off his face every few minutes. She even cleaned his hands after he used them to get the spaghetti in his mouth. He couldn't remember how to hold the fork properly, and the way he held it was giving his hand a cramp.
After dinner, Martin was starting to remember his words again. Sarah looked so delighted when he began replying to her. "Welcome back!" The remark was silly. He had been here this whole time.
Sarah let him and Gavin play with lego blocks. They were the big kind, because babies are silly and liked to eat things, even when they aren't food. Martin figured the little blocks would be too hard to work with while his hands were so silly. Martin found the thought brilliant, and that Sarah would want to know.
"Sarah, Sarah. These blocks better the little ones I think. You know why these blocks better?"
"Why is that, Bubba?"
"They big so I can hold them while my hands are being silly." Martin held a block up and closed and opened his fingers onto it with his free hand.
Sarah seemed unsure, but she nodded in agreement, so Martin knew she was proud. "Wow, that is certainly great."
Martin smiled and continue building. He liked that word. It was a good word, a great word for it. He loved when he learned new words from Sarah. Great was a good word for Sarah, too.
It was stressful to watch Martin fumble around on the floor. Not because he was fourteen and already okay with wearing a diaper- pullup, Martin insisted. The scary part was that he was clumsy as a preschooler, and large enough to seriously hurt Gavin.
"Marty, I gotta go change Gavin. Do you need to go potty?"
Martin shook his head. "No, I'm okay."
Sarah picked up Gavin. "Still? Where are your paw prints?"
Martin looked down at his crotch. He looked up at Sarah in delight and pulled up the waistband of his diaper so she could see. "Still here!"
"Great job! You'll behave here while I change Gavin, right?"
Martin nodded. "Uh-huh! I can be behave!"
Sarah took Gavin to the nursery. She hadn't been here often since Brianne helped her furnish it, and it still felt alien to have it in her house. Gavin was on the changing table, and Sarah began the diaper change with her phone between her shoulder and ear. Brianne answered her call. "Hey, it's me. Are you sure you got the dose in the soup right? He didn't even care that he peed in the tub, and he spent half an hour trying to figure out how to eat spaghetti. He eventually decided his hands were better than a fork."
"Meh, they probably were."
"Well, he's recovering way faster than you said he would."
"Did you let him masturbate?"
Sarah paused for a moment. "Yeah."
"Well there you have it. Blood rushes to the brain, the brain soaks up the Simplicity. Then you got a man-baby on your hands. That's why he's maturing so fast. His brain's eaten it all up."
"So what do I do?"
"Give him an extra millilitre now, and put him on the potty, then put him to bed. Slip him five millilitre's at midnight. Okay? Do you want me to come over?"
"Sure. He's a bit goofy. I don't want him to hurt Gavin."
"Good call. I'll be over in a few."
Martin knew he was being silly. He shouldn't need paw prints to know he has to go potty, but it made him feel safe after that nasty accident he had in the bath. He didn't know what had gotten into himself. It must have been Sarah playing tug-tug with his peeper. All that water must have gotten sucked up in there. Martin giggled at the thought. "Water can't go up the peeper. Silly Bubba."
Sarah was a doctor, so she knew this is what yucky food does to boys. The pullup was nice and cushy, but he was starting to miss his underwear. Even though he was having accidents, he never thought Sarah would be nice enough to help him while he was on the potty. In hindsight, he didn't need her there, but he loved having her around while he made a stinky. Martin couldn't dream she would be so confident in him to let him wipe himself, especially after he had been eating spaghetti messy.
"When can I have underwear?"
"After you sleep. You don't wanna wet my bed, do you?" Sarah held the syringe up. "Open wide."
"Your bed?" Martin dropped his jaw for her.
Sarah squeezed the plunger and let the medicine drip onto Martin's tongue. "Yeah. You don't wanna sleep on my couch. It's so thin you might fall off and bonk your head! Okay, swallow now."
Martin closed his mouth. "It's not as yummy as the other stuff. Can I have that medicine?"
"Not just yet. Maybe tomorrow. Are you done making poop?" Martin nodded. Sarah handed Martin the wet-wipes. "Okay, stand up and clean your bum."
Sarah checked his bum when he finished wiping. He did a terrible job, and there was even poop on his cheek. "Great job! You're so smart." She pulled the adult diaper up and walked him to the sink. Martin was so happy to show her how good he was at washing his own hands. He did such a good job at brushing his teeth, that Sarah even let him bring his blankey to her bed, and she cuddled him until he fell asleep. Before he fell into dreamland, he remembered the big-boy word for the happy feeling Sarah gave him. "I love you, Sarah."
Part 6: Itchy Street
Martin knew something was wrong. Sarah's room stunk of stale urine. His pullup was lumpy and cold and stuck to his peeper like a wet blanket. When he saw Blue on the front, with a pale patch of blue beneath her, Martin knew he had lost his paw prints.
Sarah was indeed a fan of Barcelona. She had given him her own Jersey to wear to bed. "Fly, Superman." Martin winced as he remembered how silly he was being. Sarah's jersey had been stretched out by her breasts. The shirt hung low over his. It hung low over all of his body. When he stood up, it almost covered his pullup, save the the sag he acquired overnight.
Brianne was over, and she was really nice. She was so happy to see him, and even hugged him. She noticed his paw prints were gone, and Martin wasn't sure how she knew he had them in the first place. Boys his age aren't supposed to have accidents, and he thought his silliness was a secret between him and Sarah. Brianne was far too familiar with him. She patted his pullup, and squished the sag. Martin backed away. "You can't touch me there. You're not a doctor like Sarah."
Martin was serious, and thought he sounded stern, but Sarah and Brianne burst into laughter, even Gavin started laughing. What the heck did he know? What could he find so funny? Martin stomped his foot. "It's not funny! I'm serious!"
Sarah cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, Bubba."
Martin could hear the sadness in Sarah's voice, and he felt relief that she didn't mean to be nasty to him. Martin sat next to her, and leaned against her arm. "She touched my peeper, Sarah," He whispered in her ear. "She can't do that, right?"
"You're right, Bubba. Brianne is very naughty." Sarah was ready to rescue. "Brianne, go to the bathroom and think about what you did."
Brianne gave a thumbs up before she left the room. This made Martin mad. She wasn't supposed to be happy about a time-out. Brianne had already been discussing with Sarah about the possibility that Martin had imprinted on her. Seeing how he reacted to her invasive touch confirmed that he developed an attachment to Sarah. Normally, Brianne would let the Simplicity wear off until his mind was close to his current physical age. But since Sarah was planning to adopt him, the attachment had to be nourished.
After Brianne's time-out, they had breakfast. Martin didn't make any mess, but he was getting antsy about getting out of his stinky training pants. His penis felt gross and his buttcrack was itchy. The training pants were too thick to scratch through.
Sarah saw Martin was trying to scratch his ass-crack through his diaper. She and Brianne exchanged a look. Sarah remembered the conversation they had the night before, and she knew it was time.
"Isn't it too cruel?"
"It's much kinder this way. It's easier on him if he has a diminished sense of self. And skidmarks were a problem for him as a child."
"It's not his fault though. We've been drugging him with liquid innocence. I should have helped him wipe last night."
"It's a good thing you didn't. No matter how old he feels when he's up, he'll be devastated."
"I don't want to devastate him!"
"You can give him all the affirmations you want when we're done. For now, you want him to crave your approval."
"What about a good mom, bad mom routine?"
"Now you're thinking like a nanny."
Sarah put her coffee down and took a deep sigh. "Bubba, why are you scratching your bum?"
Martin looked up at her and gave a faint smile. "I'm not, I'm poking at my pull-up."
"Oh okay. Could you come here?"
Martin stood up, sending his chair sliding back. He walked over to her and held his arms open for a hug. "I love you, Sarah."
"Oh okay." Sarah hugged him, and then pat his back. "Okay, Honey. Can you look at the window for me?"
Martin turned around, and all he saw was the fence between there and the neighbour's house. Then he felt a cold draft enter his training pants and down his bum. Martin turned around. "Hey, what are you looking at?"
Sarah looked disappointed. "Oh, dear. Let's go to the bathroom."
Brianne stood up. "What is it?"
Martin backed away. He didn't like how Brianne was looking at him. She looked like she was about to catch him red-handed for being naughty.
Sarah shook her head. "Brianne, don't worry about it."
Brianne didn't listen to Sarah. She put her hand on Martin's shoulder and told him to turn around. Martin was too scared to disobey, and Brianne pulled at the back of his training pants. "Jesus Christ! Martin, did you not wipe properly?"
Martin was baffled. The last time he pooped, Sarah was so proud of how well he did. "You said I wiped good!"
Brianne was mad at Sarah. "Sarah? He needed you to check? Why the fuck is this guy here if he can't even wipe his own ass? Look at this!" Brianne grabbed Martin's shoulder to turn him away from Sarah, and then pulled the back of his diaper down. "Look at this! You may as well be wiping him!"
Brianne stood up straight and leaned in close to yell in Martin's ear. "No wonder your ass is so itchy." Brianne smacked his buttcheek. "This is why you wipe, so this doesn't happen. You understand that, don't you? Do you even want your underwear back?"
It was too much. The itching, the failure at something so basic as wiping, the idea Sarah might make him wear diapers forever and ever, and all the swear words Brianne had dropped left Martin no choice but to bawl. "I'm sorrrry-he-he-heee."
"Let him go!"
Brianne let go of his shoulder, and Martin ran into Sarah's arms for a hug. He looked up at her in desperation "Please let me have my undies back! I'm feeling better, I promise!"
"Of course you can." Sarah looked at Brianne. "Why don't you worry about your own son's bottom!? He's two already, and you haven't even tried potty training him!"
Brianne held her hands up. "Okay, okay!" Brianne picked Gavin out of his high chair.
"I'm sorry, Martin."
Martin didn't remove his face from Sarah's chest. He just wanted to pretend Brianne was gone.
Part 7: A Hiking We Will Go
Martin had misjudged Brianne. Sarah was far nicer. She was understanding about his stinky street. She wasn't accepting of it either. She made it clear that he should try to keep his bottom clean. It was nice that she believed in him, even if he was acting stupid for a man his age. She told him not to be afraid to ask for help. She cleaned up his bottom extra clean with baby wipes, and even gave him his underwear back. Well, it wasn't his. He already paved a stinky street in his boxers yesterday. But Sarah had undies for him. And they weren't women's undies either. No, these were briefs, which fit snug and tight around his peeper. Much more huggy than his boxers. Even better, they had purple piping, adding some whimsy to his otherwise boring wardrobe of undergarments. Martin did feel some apprehension when he saw the character printed on the butt. "Isn't Barney for babies?"
"Oh, Honey. I'm sorry. I thought you used to love Barney."
Martin put his hand on her shoulder. "No, I did. It's very-" Martin paused to remember the word. "Thoughtful. But can I wear pants over it?"
"Oh of course. We don't want Brianne to be looking at your undies, do we?"
Martin smiled. Sarah was so clever. "Yeah."
Martin was skeptical about going for a hike. He didn't feel feverish, but he was badly sick the day before. Sarah gave him a doctor checkup so he would feel safe on a hike. She let him use her stethescope to listen to his own heartbeat. She even let him hear what kind of noises happened in his butt. That was when Sarah taught him a new word: hysterical. His laughter meant his butt sounded hysterical.
After Sarah gave him a clean bill of health, they went with Brianne and Gavin for a small hike by the lake. Gavin couldn't walk a lot before he would need to sit in his stroller, but Martin held his hand for Brianne. Gavin was little enough that Martin could lift him up by his wrist, and Gavin could swing back and forth for a moment at a time.
Sarah and Brianne followed the two boys playing the repetative game. Brianne called out to Martin. "Hey, Martin. What's your favourite shape?"
Instead of walking back to them to join the conversation, Martin continued playing his game with Gavin. "Uh, trapezoid, I guess."
Brianne waited for him to ask, but that was the end of that. "Mine's a rhombus."
Brianne spoke quietly to Sarah. "He could probably use some more medicine soon."
Sarah stared at Martin for a moment and then Brianne. "Was that some sort of assessment question?" Brianne nodded.
After walking, they came upon a meadow, full of dandelions. Martin wanted to run out and blow them all bald, but he knew he was older than that. Sarah flattened out Martin's blanket over the dandelions and they all had a picnic. Brianne was right about Martin needing medicine. Before he would accept it without question, but this time, he had nothing but questions. "I'm getting better." "Do I still need it?" "But I just hiked I'm okay." "It makes me feel funny." Sarah had answers for him. She had plenty of experience from when she was a practicing physician. She knew how to explain the importance of medicine to children. It all boiled down to "just because you feel better, doesn't mean you're all better." It seemed counterintuitive to Martin, and a moment of pondering brought back the small piece of wisdom from his adulthood.
After the boys had eaten, Sarah and Brianne watched Martin and Gavin play in the meadow. Martin gave a dandelion to Gavin, and told him to blow. Gavin didn't understand, and waved the dandelion around. Martin picked another one and showed him. "Look it, like this." Gavin did it, and thought the seeds blowing in the wind the funniest thing, and Martin was glad he could share such fun.
Sarah chuckled at the two, and then looked at Brianne. "You were right."
"Forming attachments. Is there. Is there a medicine to make him bigger?"
Brianne shook her head and spoke with a stern voice. "No, Sarah."
"We can't let him back out into the world like this, huh?"
"If he was still twenty-two."
Sarah shook her head. "If I had just waited a few minutes to given him the Space-Saver, he could be home, and calling his family. I didn't even ask if he wanted to be little again."
Brianne nodded at the boys playing on the field. "Look at him. Who cares if he wanted it, he's enjoying himself."
"You sound like a rapist."
"Whoa. Where'd that come from? Are you having second thoughts? I can take care of him, you can see him after he's little. I can even find another boy for you."
Sarah sighed. "He didn't jerk himself off, last night. I did." Brianne remained silent. Sarah brought her knees up and rested her chin. "He got a boner in the bath. I figured I'd let him have one last orgasm while he could. I felt like I was doing him a favour. Then he started to get younger, and it felt wrong. He had no idea what I was even doing. He couldn't talk, and he peed right there in the tub. He doesn't deserve this. He's a sweet guy."
Brianne shook her head. "A lot of the people I meet are sweet. That's how they end up such easy targets. If the world had any place for sweet men, Gavin would be starting kindergarten this autumn."
Brianne had alluded to Gavin's regression, but this was the first time she told Sarah that it was still happening. "How long has he been two?"
"Long enough. I always wonder if he's happy. If he can't wait to get big. Or if he even knows what he's missing. Those questions don't go away. I'd tell you to ask Martin while you can, but he might not respond well to any of them."
Sarah looked back out onto the field. She saw Gavin failing at blowing a dandelion. "Where is Martin?"
Part 8: Martyana Jones
Martin felt like exploring. He was on an expedition in a far and mysterious land, and it was his job to chart the uncharted Woods of Marty Lake. He had to find curiosities found nowhere else in town, and bring them back to the King and Queen. Martin had already discovered the Dandelion Sea and had been planning his journal entry, but there was no time to enjoy blowing them out. He saw the woods past the meadow, and knew he must venture on. Every explorer needs to bring provisions, and Martin brought none. He didn't bring crackers to snack on, or candy bars to barter with the locals. He didn't take water to stay unthirsty, and he didn't bring toilet paper to stay clean. Martin was feeling wary now. This game of pretend was starting to unravel all because he forgot to plan ahead. Then breakfast kicked in.
Martin stopped to lean on a tree when the cramping set in. "Goodness, I don't eat eggs well."
Martin wished he asked Sarah for help. He had wandered out of the meadow and into the woods. He had to go to the bathroom and he didn't want to explore anymore. He knew he could squat anywhere in these trees and no one would see him poop, or even care if he left it in the dirt. He didn't have any toilet paper or even baby wipes. He was afraid of paving a stinky street, but he was more afraid of running out of time before he got back to Sarah. Sarah had already put him in diapers because he was feeling yucky. He didn't want to be a different kind of yucky. He'd never get to wear underpants again if Sarah saw him like that. He missed her touch. She was always been better at keeping him clean.
"Sarah?" Martin looked around the woods, and didn't see his best friend anywhere. "Sarah!?"
Martin knew he was going to need a bath, one way or the other. Oh goodness, the bath. Sarah was an expert at bathtime. Marty always thought his butt was the grossest part of him, but Sarah was so clever and she knew better. She washed his peeper way more thoroughly than the rest of his body combined. Martin felt his peeper grow stiff against his underpants, and luckily Sarah showed him what to do when that happened. It felt almost wrong to do it without her, but the idea of not pulling it never crossed his mind. Once his hand was rubbing his peeper through his shorts, there was no stopping him. He wanted an orgasm and he wanted it now. When he finished, he wish he didn't have it. He made an accident on the front of his underpants that soaked through his shorts, leaving a stinky and slimey mess on his hand. Now he really wanted Sarah to clean him up. "Sewah!"
Standing up was not an issue until the first step back to the meadow. The ground stayed in place, but down couldn't make up its mind. When gravity went to his left, he put his left foot out. When it went to his right, he put his right foot out. When it went to his front, he put his hands on the ground. When it went to his back, he put his bum on the ground. It was easier to stay upright like this while down kept changing directions. The hard part is figuring out what to do about the cramp in his bum. Sitting with his knees bent meant the poop was pointing straight out of his bottom. Martin knew what the cramp met, and how to make it go away. When we gotta go poop, we go poop, and so he did. He forgot about the part in between, when you get Sarah to take you to the potty.
Martin had to get back. Standing up was a waste of time. He had to crawl, no matter how silly it looked. He had already pooped his pants, and there was no way to look even more like a baby. He called for Sarah over and over as he crawled through the twigs and moss and grass. When he got to the meadow, he could see Sarah and Brianne running towards him. Thank goodness they could hear him. With help on the way, he decided to stop fighting gravity, and there was no way it could make him fall if he was already lying down. He rolled onto his back feeling the mess squish on his bottom. He could almost hear his mommy shouting "bonk!" to announce he had bonked his head on the ground.
Brianne gave him some medicine. It was the really yummy stuff Sarah gave him before his bath. Martin wished he wasn't so big. Sarah and Brianne couldn't carry him like this, especially while Brianne had Gavin in her arms. They had to hold him up, and he had to do his best to stand up while they dragged him back to the blanket. By the time they got back, his poop had pulled his pants nearly off his bum. The turd even fell through the legholes in his undies and down through his shorts.
Martin couldn't tell what they were saying, but Sarah ran her fingers through his sticky accident on his front. He could tell she was mad. This time, it was Brianne who thought it was funny, and Sarah was the one spanking him. He cried and cried, trying to find the words to say it, but he didn't and Sarah had no way of knowing he was sorry.
After that, they took his clothes off, and Sarah wiped his bottom, legs and peeper clean. They almost ran out of baby wipes doing it. They seemed even bigger now that he could only lie on his back. He knew he deserved it, but he didn't want a pull-up again. He wanted his undies. This pull-up wasn't for big kids like him. This one opened up at the sides, and all he had to do was lift his bottom until Sarah could put it under his bum. He wasn't ready to do that. He tried to sit up, but Brianne was quick to yell at him and hold his shoulders down. He didn't care if it had Mickey Mouse on it, he wasn't going to wear baby-pants out here.
Martin was too silly, and they didn't need his cooperation to get a diaper on him. After they diapered him, Sarah fed him with the water bottle. Martin was indeed thirsty, but he was still mad at Sarah. Naughty Sarah. Good girlfirends don't make boys wear diapers. Only mommies and daddies can do that.
Sarah and Brianne were speaking a secret language for the next little while. Martin sure felt smart as they walked down the trail. Every minute, he was able to learn a new secret made up word of theirs, and he was fluent before they reached the car. Martin was a clever boy, and there was no fooling him for long. Smarty Marty.
He had to wear a harness with a tether on the back. His chance to explore the Forest of Marty Lake was over. There was no getting away from Sarah while she held on to the other end of the leash. At least Sarah didn't carry him. Somehow they had gotten even bigger, and it only made sense. Every big kid knows wearing diapers makes you a baby, but Sarah and Brianne forgot that, and put him in a diaper anyways. He tried to tell them, but they didn't listen. They just said "you can't turn back into a baby" but he was living proof. As soon as they got home, Martin was going to demand his undies back. He wasn't going to be a baby if he had anything to say about it. Nope, nope, nope.
Part 9: Cornered
Sarah was uneasy. Martin was raising a fuss in the backseat, and there was no spanking or time-outs while they were driving. Martin's masturbatory episode meant his mental age was recovering much faster than it would in abstinent circumstances. Brianne gave him some Space-Saver in the meadow, and hoped that ten was young enough to stop him from playing with himself.
Sarah was worried his mind would catch up to his physical age by the time they arrived at the department store. In hindsight, Sarah knew telling him where they were going was a mistake. He didn't want to go clothes shopping in just a diaper, even if it was to get clothes for himself. Having grown out of diapers a few minutes prior, he was demanding they go back to his house before they went shopping. At his current age, that wasn't an option. Not only would his own home show him just how small he'd become, his neighbours might see how small he'd gotten. Even in a store, if he figured out what was happening to him, he was bound to make a scene. They couldn't afford making a scene. Everyone had a camera in their pockets. If Martin was recorded saying the wrong thing, all four of them would be in grave danger. They had to make him complacent soon and Brianne had ideas for that.
Martin had acquired an artifact from his brief babyhood at the lake. Sarah noticed it too. Martin had been sucking his thumb in between talking. Even as his mental age recovered from the Simplicity, he didn't grow out of it. Now that the main source of his frustration was being treated like a baby, thumbsucking would provide good evidence that Martin wasn't a big kid.
Sarah was becoming apprehensive. The moment she met Martin, she saw him as a baby- her baby. The idea that the baby she was about to adopt was already masturbating frustrated her. It seemed to be the one thing he actually deserved to be scolded for. And yet, as he got younger, she started to see him as a man- a victim. Brianne had said he'd lose his inhibitions, and pleasuring himself would become irresistable. Sarah knew she was the cause of his shameful behaviour. She knew Brianne thought Martin's sense of self had to be degraded for him to accept a second childhood, but she was starting to feel sorry for him. Parading him through a store in just a diaper, especially at ten years of age, seemed unneccessarily cruel. It was hard to believe such a humiliation could help him accept being a little boy again. She'd rather hold him until he felt all better. She wanted to join Martin in screaming and kicking, but once the car was parked, it was time to get into character.
Martin knew he was running out of time. Sarah and Brianne were getting out of the car, and he was out of ideas about how to convince them to take him to go get clothes first. "NnnnOOOOOOOoooooo!" When Sarah unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled him by the arm, he was starting to think she wanted him to be a baby, and a spank on his diapered bum seemed a small betrayal. The real betrayal was that she didn't want him to calm himself down. When ever he put his thumb in his mouth, she would pull it out of his mouth and told him to stop acting like a whiney baby. If he couldn't suck his thumb, how was he ever supposed to comfort himself?
Martin couldn't understand what was so wrong with wanting clothes. He was old enough to know letting his underpants show was naughty, but somehow wanting clothes was worse, and he earned a time out in the foyer. When they passed through the first automatic door, he was ready to give up, but as he followed Brianne, Sarah pulled him back. "Oh no, mister. We'll go in when you're ready. Go to the corner."
Martin was wondering if he would ever have Sarah's love again. He hadn't had a timeout for years, and if Sarah was resorting to this, he knew his behaviour was hardly worthy of her affections. She wasn't his mommy, and he was regretting ever thinking she would have the patience of a mommy. But this was not enough to convince him to waiver. Standing with his nose against the wall with his diaper-butt pointed at all the customers coming in and out of the store seemed better than going inside.
In the store, Brianne had a shopping cart with a box of Easy-Ups, a package of Easy-Ups, a package of swim diapers, and a bottle of sun screen. Gavin sat in the basket with his head on a swivel, watching for people who were walking by. Any time he saw someone new, he would hold his hand up and shout "Hi!" Some people said hi, some waved, and some ignored him. Brianne always found it so funny when he sneered at whoever didn't say hi back, and then his face would change back to a smile when he saw someone else. "Hi!"
The pharmacist smiled at him. "Hello, Gavin! How are you?"
Gavin only replied with a bright smile. This man was polite enough to actually use his name. This man was the friendliest person here.
Brianne smiled. "How's things, Gary?"
"Oh, the same." Gary nodded at the training pants in the cart. "Is Gavin graduating already?"
Brianne smiled. "No, sadly. He's gunna be a stinker for a little while longer." Brianne pulled the packages of Easy-Ups out of the cart. "Do you have any of these in size eight?"
Gary nodded. "Of course. Let me go get them." Gary took the package to the back, and later came with a slightly larger package. "Here you are, girl. And what about the box?"
Brianne shook her head. "Oh, no thank you. These are just the right size. Come on, Gavin. Let's go get Martin some clothes."
As they started to move, the pharmacist waved. "Bye, Gavin!"
Gavin smiled and waved back at him. "Hi!"
"Okay, Martin. Are you ready?"
Martin turned around and sulked. "Can we please go get clothes?"
Sarah kneeled down, and she still looked upset with him, even though she spoke calmly. "Bubba, we came here to get you clothes in the first place."
"But I'm only wearing a diaper."
"Yeah. Because you were being silly and made a mess. Is that why you ran off into the woods? Because you wanted to make a mess?"
Martin shook his head. "What? No, I-"
"You know you're not supposed to act like a baby, so is that why you ran off? Did you not want us to catch you playing baby?"
Martin couldn't believe the question. Why would he want that? "It was an accident."
"Are you sure?" Martin nodded. "Promise?"
Martin nodded. "I promise."
Sarah turned to see Brianne coming out of the store. "Sorry for taking so long, but Bubba's better now."
"Yeah? You gunna behave yourself, Bubba?"
Martin pinched his eyebrows at Brianne. "You don't get to call me Bubba."
Sarah could see Brianne's laughter was hurting Martin. "Come on, Brianne. He has a name."
Brianne rolled her eyes. "Sorry, Martin. I got you some clothes. Does that make it up?"
Martin shrugged. "Sure." It was a good start.
Part 10: The Proving Pot
Martin thought the day was done. A hike at the lake and a shopping trip seemed a complete get-together, but Martin was getting excited about a trip to a water park. Martin was also thinking he had been wrong about Brianne. Even though he was acting like a whiney baby, she bought him a pack of underpants. Martin was hoping for Blue's Clues on them, but he got underwear with different dogs on them. Martin had never seen Paw Patrol, but if they were good enough for underpants, maybe he ought to. Brianne just told him he had one thing to do. At the car, Brianne put the bags and box of training pants into the trunk. While she was taking the cart back, Martin sat in his seat, facing out of the open door while Sarah was giving him another drip of medicine. Just a small dose, now that he was getting better.
"Can I have my clothes now?"
"Not just yet, Bubba. We got one thing left to do."
When Brianne got back, she opened the truck again and pulled out a big blue bucket. "Okay, Marty. You're not so silly now. This should be a breeze."
Brianne put the bucket down on the pavement, and Martin saw that it was a potty. Martin shook his head. "I gotta go to the bathroom."
"Are you sure?"
Martin nodded. "Can I have my clothes now?"
Sarah looked at Brianne, who nodded. Sarah looked at Martin. "Bubba, those are for big kids."
"But I am a big kid."
"Are you sure? You've only gone in your pants today."
"But I need clothes to go in the store."
Sarah shook her head. "No buts, Bubba. What if you didn't make it? You'll ruin your brand new clothes."
"No, I won't."
Sarah looked at the potty, and then back at Martin. "Only one way to know."
The cars beside them seemed to provide enough privacy, save for the space running between them. If this was how he could get out of diapers, it seemed much better than going inside dressed like this. Martin pointed at the potty. "Can you stand in front of me and Brianne behind me so people can't see?"
They agreed, and Martin climbed out of the car. Martin started to untape the Huggies he was wearing, but Sarah pushed his hands away and did it herself. While he squated down onto the bucket, he saw Sarah checking the inside of the diaper. "I didn't need it."
Sarah nodded. "I can see that." She rolled it up and looked at Martin. A smile flooded her face and she clapped. "Look at you. You're sitting on the potty."
Martin returned her smile, and then got mad. "Of course I am!"
"Okay, go potty."
Martin pouted. "Stop it."
"Awe, don't be sad, Bubba. I'm proud of you."
It seemed okay, but Martin became worried when he realized he didn't have to go. "I don't needa go." He heard rustling, and turned his head. Brianne was standing behind him, opening up a pair of Gavin's Huggies. His heart dropped when she smiled at him. She was ready to pounce.
He looked back at Sarah. "It's okay, Bubba. I believe in you."
He pushed and pushed until finally, a fart bursted from his butt, making a funny echo inside the bowl. Martin giggled for a moment, and he felt a little drizzle leave his peeper. "Okay, I'm done now."
He stood up and Sarah looked inside the potty. "That was just a fart, silly."
"Nuh-uh. Look it." Martin pointed at the droplets inside. "I peed there."
Sarah was so happy. "My oh my! Would you look at that!"
Brianne bent over to look down into the potty. "Wow. Good job, Bubba."
Martin was about to scold Brianne for using Sarah's name for him. Sarah interrupted his fussiness by holding up a pair of undies. "Martin. Look what you get when you go potty." They looked so thin and comfy Martin squealed. Sarah laughed at his excitement and held them down above the ground. "Step in, Bubba."
Martin put his hands on her shoulders for balance, and she pulled the undies up. "They're tight."
Brianne picked up the potty. "You just need to grow into them."
Sarah ripped the tag off a new T-shirt. "Okay Superman. Fly."
Martin lifted his hands high in the air, and Sarah pulled the shirt over him. "Uh-oh. Where's my Bubba?" She pulled at the hem and his head popped through the collar. "There he is!"
Martin giggled. "I was still in there." Sarah was being so silly.
"Of course you were, why was I so worried? Silly Sarah."
Martin giggled again. "Silly Sarah."
Sarah helped Martin get into his new shorts, and clapped her hands. "Okay, Bubba. You ready to go to the water park?"
Martin jumped and squealed. "Water park. Water park."
"Okay, get in the car."
Martin climbed in. "Water park. Water park."