Chapter 1

There are few things more boring in the world than standing in line by yourself at Disney. Everyone is with someone else, and talking to them would be forcing a third wheel in the mix, and no one likes a third wheel.

Anywho, back to standing in line.

I had been standing in line for the haunted house for about 15 minutes now swearing that if I rounded another corner filled with people standing around like zombies, I was going to leave and try again when the park got less crowded. Shuffling into a circular room, I heard someone counting us off and guessed that I was only one short hop from getting on the ride.

“Welcome to the MAGICAL land of Disney everyone!!!” Shouted the attendant, an amazingly bubbly girl who seemed ripped right out of a training video, she proceeded to list the safety instructions for this ride. As she ratted out the instructions, the room gave a click and we began moving down as if we were on a slow elevator. A few kids shouted out in fear for a moment, and soft hushes from mothers comforted them. I looked at the ceiling, which was staying in one spot as the floors descended. The walls expanded to keep the illusion going, and I had to say I was impressed. It really looked like I was shrinking.

And then people’s heads came into my field of view, then their necks, and then upper body. Confused I looked down around me.

It was my turn to scream, loudly.

“Oh uh, looks like some little one is getting scared!” Said the bubbly lady. I was however very scared, I was actually shrinking! My head was at the waist of most of the adults in the room, a mother turned to me and smiled warmly as I began to hyperventilate. With a soft click, the room stopped moving and people bumped into me several times as I stood rooted to the ground. Apparently no had noticed the formally 6 foot
(*cough*handsome*cough*) man had shrunken to a mare 3 foot toddler.

A few moments after everyone shuffled out of the room, the bubbly attendant girl noticed me.

“Hey there little guy, aren’t you going to go with your mommy to go on the haunted house?” She asked, again with more enthusiasm than I thought possible for such a boring job.

“Wha…ummm…” Was all I could manage to reply. The sensation of my internal organs folding around to a new shape was very unique, as if someone was unpacking and repacking me over and over. I felt a warm trickle go down my leg and looked down to see a puddle pooling around my shoes. The sensation of urine pooling in my shoes was also not a welcome.

“Oh noes! Are you okay? Where is your mother?” The girl asked again, now in a slightly more serious tone, but nice enough not to scare a toddler.

“My mommy is in Washington” I answered. Which was true, I was a college student who lived in a dorm, she lived in Washington.

“Washington? Then how did you get here silly?” The girl asked.

“I came in…myself…” I began before closing my mouth. I decided to just play quiet for now until I could find a way to get back to my normal size.

The girl sighed gently and grabbed a radio at her waist.

“Hey boss, I got a code 56739454345QQA” She spoke into the radio

(I’m unsure if the code just meant unattended child, or shrunken down adult into toddler who had just wet himself code.)

“Copy that…dammit, you’re going to have take care of it Danielle. I’ll have Mike move up from carts to take your spot.” The voice at the under end crackled.

“Copy that, taking the child over to the care house. Over.” The girl replied. She held out her hand to me, her face very warm and happy. As if taking care of a random kid was the happiest thing in the world to her. “Come here little one, I’ll take care of you until your mommy shows up.”
I started at her hand for a moment before sniffling gently.

“Okay” I said. I put my tiny little hand into hers and followed her into a hallway. I saw another Disney employee walk by and look at me.

“Ha ha, sucks to be you Danielle, taking care of little piss pants!” Said the guy who I guessed was Mike. Danielle turned around to look at Mike, I instinctively stood behind her.

“You’d wet yourself too you jerk! All alone in a haunted house, get some class you dork!” She shouted back. I smiled at her use of insults; clearly she had stronger words but didn’t want to use them around my virgin ears.

“Whatever” Mike replied, turning to push a button on the side of the round room. He waved at us as the floor began to rise up with a soft whine; I stared at the floor open mouthed. If I shrunk by going down, would I grow by going up? I pulled against Danielle’s hand, trying to get back to the elevator, but my puny body could barely register a tug for Danielle. She dragged me for a few steps before I gave up and walk beside her. She flashed a keycard at several locked doors and within a few hallways we back outside.

She lead me over to a small car that looked a lot like a golf cart, she picked me and put me next to the driver’s seat. She hopped in herself and looked down at me.

“Want to go get cleaned up little guy?” She asked me.

“My name is Harry.” I said my voice very little compared to what I was used to. Danielle smiled and ruffled my hair.

“Alright, I’ll call you Harry.” She said back. She turned a key and a small electric motor turned on and shoots us through the back roadways of Disney. The cold air rushed at me, making the pee-soaked pants turn ice cold. I shiver uncontrollably and instinctively lean against Danielle’s warm body. I didn’t notice but Danielle looked down at me and put on a huge smile.

Chapter 2

Zooming around the back roads of Disney makes for an interesting ride. People half dressed in office attire moving around large pieces from rides all over the park. Here was a cart filled with rubber snakes, one guy moving around a large rabbit, two men in pristine white shirts tinkering with a mechanical skeleton, which released gout of white vapor.
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Harry watched all this with eyes wide open, he would have looked around even if he was in his adult form, but with his toddler brain it was all he could do. Even the discomfort of his cold, wet pants couldn’t stop him from squirming in his chair and try to get a better look. Danielle watched and giggled at him, making Harry realize he was being watched. He quietly sat back down in his seat and looked ahead, blushing a little at his childish actions.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop looking around, not many people get to see the hidden part of Disney.” Danielle said with small frown. Harry merely shrugged his shoulders; Danielle stared at him for a few moments before returning her attention to the road. The rest of trip took place in silence.

Luckily we reached our destination fairly quickly afterwards. Pulling up behind a pink colored house Danielle hopped out of the golf cart and swiped her ID card on the door, making it pop open with a mechanical click.

“Come inside, we’ll clean you up here?” Danielle said to me cheerily.

“And where is here?” I asked.

“This is the Baby Care center.” Danielle replied. I froze about midway to her and gave her a questioning look.

“I know you’re not a baby, but this is the place we keep a change of clothes and supplies for lost children.” Danielle said pointedly. Seeing no other choice other than go to the care center, I meekly followed her into the building. We walked through several hallways of mothers taking care of their children; some were in the same boat as I was, wet pants clinging to their legs. Danielle led me to a small room and ushered me inside.

“Okay, wait here for a second. I’m going to grab some stuff for you to change into, does that sound good kiddo?” She asked. I nodded my head in reply as I looked around the small room. I heard the door close behind me and I calmly climbed up on a changing table and waited for Danielle’s return. I tried to come up with several ideas on how to get back to the haunted house and ride up the elevator. I guessed that running away wouldn’t work; the whole park would look for me.

I filed away my thoughts as Danielle came back into the room carrying a few things in a box.

“Alright, so I got you a new pair of pants, will this work?” She said, holding up a simple pair of blue jeans. I nodded in reply, deciding to keep quiet for now and see how the situation plays out. Danielle folded up the jeans and put them next to me on the changing table.

“Now Harry, I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to tell me the truth okay?” Danielle said, looking me straight in the eyes. I nodded at her and decide to play the cute factor up a bit and give her a smile. Danielle sat down next to me and began to take off my shoes.

“Do you need diapers?” She asked. My thoughts had their feet’s pulled out from under them at the sudden topic change. I was expecting something about child services or reporting me to the authorities, not my underwear status. My mouth bobbed up and down for a few moments as I tried to articulate an answer. Danielle, most likely thinking I was uncomfortable, put her arm around me and embraced me gently.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.” She said softly. I opened my mouth to reply but felt a warming sensation around my legs. I looked down to see a fresh wave of wetness running through the fabric of my jeans. Danielle must have felt it too, because she jumped right off the table a few seconds afterwards. She checked her jeans and a small spot of darkness could be seen on her side.

Silently we looked at each, myself blushing and ashamed for my problem affecting her. Danielle reached down to the package she had brought and held up a child’s diaper. Brightly colored and filled with (what else) Disney characters.

Gently pushing me down on to the changing table, Danielle unbuttoned my wet jeans and slowly yanked them off leg by leg. She pulled down my soaking wet underwear; I didn’t even look down at my smaller toddler sized genitals. She wiped me with an ice cold wipe that made me yelp out in shock. Danielle softly apologized as she liberally applied powder to me.

With a sudden movement Danielle grabbed my legs and lifted me up in the air, placing a puffy diaper beneath me. With the quick, deft movement of a professional, she ripped open the Velcro tabs and securely fastened me in my new underwear. She handed me a new pair of jeans and thankfully let me dressed myself. She gathered a few supplies and placed them back in a box, then motioning for me to follow her.

Silently I padded after her as she led back down the hallways. She dropped off the supplies with another attendant, and grabbed my hand and led me through the front door. My mind wandered to the soft feeling that surrounded me, the slight waddle that I had, the tiniest crinkle noises reaching only my ears.

“Hey Harry, you think you can stay here with Tom for a bit while I handle some things?” Danielle said to me, snapping me back to attention. I looked around to see we were in some sort of old-fashion soda bar that had a few people sipping away at sodas or milkshakes. Behind the counter was an old, black man who seemed to jump around behind the counter despite his age.

“Hello Danielle!” Tom said, “Who’s your new friend here?” He asked, looking down at me.

“He lost his parents; I’m taking care of him till we find them. Think you can look after him while I go get some paperwork done?” Danielle said, putting on a cute smile.

“Sure thing Dani.” Tom replied. “What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream lil’ fella?”

“Vanilla, and my name is Harry.” I said. Tom nodded his approval at my flavor choice.

“Harry, I have yet to meet a bad Harry, sure as sure. How about a vanilla milkshake for ya as we wait for Dani?” Tom said, grabbing an ice cream scoop to emphasize his point. I nodded my head excitedly in reply as Danielle smiled at me.

“Alright, I’ll be just a few Tom” Danielle said, hopping out of the door.

Chapter 3

I love ice cream. It is proof that if there is a God, he loves us.

I was sucking as hard as I could on the straw that plunged into the thick, wonderful-ness of the vanilla milkshake in front of me. With a sudden jerk of ice cream the flow of milkshake shot up the straw and lulled around inside my mouth. I closed my lips and swished my tongue around to catch every bit of vanilla flavor, finally swallowing it.

I leaned forward to grab the straw again but caught myself in the reflection in the mirror. A small kid, his legs dangling from the stool he was sitting on, leaning forward to drink from a vanilla milkshake. I could just catch the outline of a diaper in my pants as I leaned forward. I shot back in my seat like a snake.

“Everything okay Harry?” Tom asked me, I looked up to see that he was looking at me with his warm smile.

“Yeah, thanks a bunch for the milkshake. It tastes wonderful.” I said. Tom nodded his head slowly.

“Thanks. If you need anything else, let me know. Just stay in sight.” He added the last sentence as an afterthought. I nodded in reply and went back to drinking my milkshake. I looked back out of the window, ignoring my reflection and focusing on the families or groups walking around the park. My mind wandered on how to get back to the Haunted house.

Whatever the plan was, it had to involve Danielle, seeing how she had been given the responsibility to be my shadow.

“Is this the boy Danielle?” I heard a voice say behind me.

“Yes sir” I heard a voice reply, it took me a moment to place it as Danielle.

“Hello young man, can I speak to you?” The voice said again. I turned around, still clutching my milkshake in my two hands like a talisman. A tall, middle age man, with a salt and pepper beard was looking down at me through sharp, wire-framed glasses. His face carried a very fake looking smile, fake enough that even a toddler would know that he’s lying through his teeth.

“My name is Richard, what is yours?” He asked me. Danielle stood off to the side and looked down at her feet, looking very uncomfortable.

“Harry, Harry Williams” I replied between sips of my vanilla shake.

“Can you please put the milkshake down while I’m talking to you?” Richard said, automatically grabbing the milkshake and putting in on the counter behind me. I glared at him for a moment, bastard took my milkshake!

“Where are your parents Harry?” Richard asked me again.

“My mom is in Washington.” I answered coldly.

‘What about your father?” He asked.

“He died in car accident when I was…” I began, “A while ago” I hastily added.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Richard lied. “How did you get in the park?” He kept grilling.

“I…umm…won a radio contest” I answered. Which was true, I did win my ticket by being calling number 8 on 101.451. However, in order to win that contest you had to be over 18. This put me in quite a pickle.

“A radio contest, eh? Do you have the ticket?” Richard said, mildly disappointed sounding.

“Umm…no.” I said, putting a cute smile on my face, hoping to lessen the blow of my words. My ticket was in my old pants, which were now in some box in the baby care center.

“I see, Tom, Danielle, can I talk to you….You can go back to your milkshake now Harry.” Richard said. I quickly wheeled myself around and went back to focusing on my milkshake; wanting to taste it again to spite Richard. I saw the three of them move to the other end of the soda bar and beginning talking in a huddle. They cast glances back over at me every once in awhile, which pretty much confirmed the fact they were talking about me. I finished my milkshake and waited for them to finish.

A few moments later the group broke up, Richard heading back out the door, Danielle and Tom heading back over to me.

“Hey Harry, wanna go play around the park with me?” Danielle asked. My mind immediately jumped to getting back to the haunted house. I nodded my head excitedly; Danielle smiled at my excitement and sat down next to me.

“Almost done with that milkshake then?” She asked. I gave the glass one final slurp before pushing it away from me. Tom took the glass and dropped it in the sink, his eyes looking at me with a little less warmth than before.

“Alright then, let me just change out of my work clothes and we’ll go play around in the park. Sound good?” She asked.

“Yep Yep.” I said, hopping off the stool and grabbing Danielle’s hand. We began walking out the door, and just before leaving I shouted in my little kid voice.

“Thanks again Mr. Tom!” I shouted. (Hey, when life shrinks you down to kid size, you make lemonade!)

Chapter 4

“Are we there yet?” I asked.

“Nope.” Danielle replied. We walked about 10 more steps before I looked up at her.

“How bout now?” I asked. Danielle stopped walking and looked down at me, hands on her hips.

“Are you going to ask that every ten steps?” She asked with a mock seriousness. I paused before smiling back up to her.

“Maybe” I answered. The two of us had a brief staring contest before Danielle sighed gently and began walking again. I shrugged my shoulders and ran after her, my small legs flailing around to catch up.

Danielle walked behind one of the many pastel colored houses that lined the main street of Disney. She swiped her ID card at another door that was off the beaten path, and ushered me inside. I took a few steps inside and felt my mouth drop when I realized where I was.

The girl’s locker room.

But the only people inside were Danielle and I.

“Alright, just wait here on the bench while I go change into some more comfortable clothes.” Danielle said to me, unlocking a padlock on a small locker and grabbing a few clothes. I sat patiently on a bench, kicking my feet in the air, while I watched Danielle walk off towards a bathroom stall.

Suddenly remembering the padding in my underwear again, I poked and prodded at it, shocked a little to see the front of my diaper was now squishy gel; apparently I had regressed to a non-toilet trained age.

SLAM

I jumped into the air in surprise, turning to look at the door that had suddenly flung open. A tidal wave of bodies came rushing into the locker room, suddenly freezing when they saw me. Like scientists surrounding an alien specimen a dozen girls looked down at me, curious looks on most of their faces.

“Umm….hello?” I said.

“Whose kid is that?” A voice said in the back. A few muttering noises bounced around as all of us stood cemented in place, as if the first person to move would have committed a deadly crime.

“Hey gals! I see you met Harry!” Danielle said, suddenly bouncing into view.

“Is he yours?” One of the girls in the front asked, Danielle shakes her head in reply.

“Nope, I found him by the haunted house; I’ll be taking care of him till we can find his parents or contact a guardian.” Danielle answered. A few girls smiled at this, my belly did a flip-flop at the prospective of having a half a dozen girls playing with me. Much as that sounded like a college frat dream, I was lacking the college frat boy look at the moment.

“We’ll, we’re off for now ladies. I’m getting paid to have fun so I’ll see you all later.” Danielle said in a slight bragging tone. She walked over to me and picked me up, resting me on her hip. Some of the girls broke off and headed to their lockers to change into or out of work clothes. Others came up to me and commented how cute I looked, squeezing my cheek or tickling me. Thankfully Danielle felt my discomfort and quickly dashed outside.

“So where do you want to go Harry? I get to jump to the front of any lines because of you today, so let’s make the best of it!” Danielle said to me, I inwardly sighed at her enthusiasm, it was overloading sometimes.

“I’m actually a little hungry; a milkshake doesn’t do much to fill me up.” I said.

“Alright, let’s go head over to the food court, and we’ll fill that wittle tummy right up!” Danielle said, this time I did roll my eyes, although Danielle never saw it.

Soon afterwards, I was sitting at a table with Danielle eating a kid’s meal of chicken nuggets and fries. Thankfully I had the motor skills to eat my food by myself. Danielle attempted to start a conversation with me several times, but any dialog quickly teetered off.

I couldn’t stand the slightly disappointed look in her eyes whenever a vein of conversation failed, and grabbed my cup of soda to quickly and spilled most of the contents right on my shirt. Danielle quickly reached into a pack she was carrying around and brought out an extra shirt.

“You’re lucky I packed an extra shirt, otherwise we would have to go all the way back to the care center.” Danielle said. She quickly pulled off my cold, stained shirt and quickly wiped me off with a baby wipe. She gestured to me to raise my arms over my head, my vision sudden obscured with a mass of cotton as she pulled the new shirt down over my head. I felt a finger suddenly check inside my diaper, and nearly jumped out of the seat and letting out a little scream.

“Woah, calm down, I was just checking if you needed a change, you kinda do.” Danielle said to me softly, a little put off by my sudden scream.

“Umm…yeah…just…don’t do that please” I asked curtly. “Or at least ask before you do it.” I added after seeing a stern look come across her face.

“Please.” I added finally. She seemed to warm up after I said please, even
carrying me over to the restroom to get changed.

I watched as Danielle pulled down a changing table in the bathroom and laid me down on the cold plastic. I shivered for a few moments before I realized I was getting changed in a public bathroom. My cheeks flushed crimson as Danielle pulled down my pants and untapped my soggy diaper. I saw a young girl walk past and felt the heat in my cheeks get even hotter, but she paid me no attention to me as she walked straight out of the bathroom door.

My world was suddenly inverted as Danielle lifted me up and slid a new diaper beneath me. She gave me a heavy dusting of powder and the smell did wonders in calming my stressed mind. I sighed contently at the smell as she ripped open the Velcro flaps of my diaper and snuggly padded me. Danielle let me pull up my own pants (Small victories) before putting me back down on the floor.

“Alright, I want you to wait right by the door; I need to wash my hands really quick. Can you stay in one spot and not run away? I’ll get you a treat if you follow my directions.” Danielle said, as if the offering of candy was akin to a free trade agreement with Europe. I nodded my head and dashed outside, waiting at the door and looking back at Danielle who smiled at me. I saw her disappear from view and leaned up against the wall as I waited for her.

People streamed by numerous times, paying my little form no heed whatsoever. I smiled as I realized I could easily dash away and not be found for quite awhile, but didn’t do anything because I didn’t want Danielle to get in trouble. Almost on cue, I saw her walk out of the bathroom, slipping a phone into her pocket, before taking my hand and leading me away from the bathrooms.

“Alright, so I only have three more changes in my pack, so we’ll go play in the park until we run out. By then Richard wants to talk to you, does that sound okay?” Danielle said to me. I shake my head in disagreement at the idea of talking to Richard again.

“Haha! Kids say the dandiest things” Danielle said laughing. I giggled along with her as the two of us walked through Disney land, almost looking like a family.

Chapter 5

“Oh no everybody, it seems that we have taken a wrong turn…this looks like the territory of the headhunters!” The man at the front of the boat with a microphone said on the intercom system. I stared lazily towards the fake, robotic figures that popped out from the fake jungle bush. It raised a spear that was so dull it would have trouble breaking wet paper.

“Quick Johnny! STEP ON IT!” The man, who introduced himself as Mike at the beginning of the boat ride, whacked the top of his co-worker’s helmet. A massive gout of water sprouting from the back of the boat, and we began to move a little faster on the track we were attached too.

I had no idea how Danielle convinced me to take the jungle boat ride. I think it was because she was getting tired chasing me around the park and needed a quick break from walking/carrying me around. I flopped up against her and made soft snoring noises. Danielle giggled softly and nudged me in reply.

“Oh hush, he’s new at this, give him a break.” Danielle whispered to me.

“New?” I asked. “He sounds like he’s been doing this forever, going through the motions.” I added.

“He is, he hasn’t been around here enough to realize that the script they give you is not what you should say verbatim. It takes some courage to be different.” Danielle said.

“Well, you’re good at it. A little bit to bubbly sometimes, but better than Mr. Monotone here.” I said to her, she blushed the tiniest bit.

“Heh, I like my job. I’ve been working here for three years, ever since I was 19.” Danielle said.

“So you’re 22 now, same age as me-“I began, catching my tongue before I blurted out my true age. Danielle looked at me quizzically.

“I have a cousin that age, he’s a college student.” I said quickly. Danielle looked at me for a few more seconds before slowly turning to face our ‘guide’. I shrugged softly and rested on the hard wood seats, I felt my diaper warm for a few seconds before the sensation quickly cut off. It must have been a relaxing enough feeling because the next thing I remember was Danielle shaking me awake. I sleepily got up and grabbed her hand, letting her lead me back into the main artery of Disneyland.

I slowly blinked myself back into awareness, noticing that Danielle was leading me towards another ride; I looked around for a sign or other indication for what ride we were heading on. My heart jumped out of my chest as I saw the haunted house in the distance, it should be easy enough to convince Danielle to let me into the house so I could finally get back to my own body.

“VIP card eh? What, the kid have cancer?” Said an attendant, I looked up to see another Disney employee handing a card back to Danielle. We had gotten a VIP card for some reason, which let the two of us jump to the front of any line in the entire park, and even get past certain height requirements. The attendant opened a door concealed under a fake hill that hid part of the ride from view.

Ducking inside, we shuffled past rows of spare parts. Disney used every square of inch of the park for storage purposes, strange costumes hung on the wall next to thousands of nuts and bolts for some obscure purpose. It a strange sense, all the magic that existed at Disney was being blown away by the ‘behind the scenes’ walkthrough, something can’t be magical if you know
how it works exactly.

Of course, I was an adult that had been shrunken to the size of a toddler, so Disney seems to have some magic tricks up its sleeves.

PUFF! SCREET!!

I placed my hands on my ears as the sound of hydraulics whistled into the room, Danielle quickly opened a door and ushered me into a room divided by a track. On our side stood the ride operators who were pushing buttons and dials on a control panel filled with strange displays and charts. One of them waved to Danielle and pointed to a jeep looking car that rumbled into the room. I looked over to the other side of the room to see a long line of people patiently waiting in line.

“Where are we?” I asked to Danielle.

“You’ll see, hopefully this will make up for the jungle boat ride” Danielle replied.

“Well, that bar isn’t that high” I thought to myself. We waited for a quick minute for another jeep to enter the station, before hopping onto the jeep. There were a few cries of protest from the crowd, which were quickly silenced with promises of vouchers for overpriced drinks and food. With a lurch, our fake jeep went through two double doors, into a dark hallway.

*VRROOMMM!…DROP!….AHHH!!!….BIG THING, BIG THING!!…FIRE HOT!….WAIT…WAIT..GO FOR IT!! MORE FIRE!!! MORE AHHH!!!!….CRAP! SPEARS! BIG ROCK! DUCK, DOWN!*

Before I knew it, the jeep rolled back into the station. I was cheering and clapping like a manic.

“I knew you would like it.” Danielle said to me.

“Can we go again!?” I asked my brain on full kid mode after such an exciting ride.

“Sure-, uh oh.” Danielle said, looking down at the seat below me. Looking down myself I saw a small wet spot. It seemed all my jumping around had squished my diaper so much that part of it was leaking out. I flushed a deep crimson, I hadn’t let Danielle check my diaper at all since my last change, and now my pants were wet, again.

Danielle gently ushered me out of the jeep, back over to the control booth. Thankfully no one noticed my small from sneaking through the control area as Danielle escorted me to a small employee bathroom. She looked down at my wet form, my head shyly looking down at my feet, to embarrassed to do anything else.

“This most likely would have not happened if you had let me check you more often.” Danielle said to me. I gently nodded my head in reply.

“Are you going to let me take care of you properly from now on?” Danielle asked me. Again, I nodded my head in reply.

“Okie-dokie-smokie! Let’s get you changed!” She said, her voice jumping back into her bubbly tone. She quickly picked me up and spun me through the air, blowing a raspberry on my tummy. I giggled loudly, I couldn’t help it. Gently laying me back down on the floor, Danielle pulled down my wet pants. Ripping off the Velcro tapes of my diaper, she carefully pulled out the diaper from underneath me. A small corner of the leak guard had broken, and the wet gel was leaking out of the sides. Danielle carefully rolled up the now destroyed diaper and grabbed another diaper from her pack.

“Only two more left” She said to me, lifting me up and placing the fresh diaper beneath me. She quickly applied a dusting of powder and then fastened my dry underwear on.

“But what are we going to do about the wet pants?” Danielle said to me, holding up the wet spot to emphasize her question. I leaned upwards and gave the idea some thought.

“How about we get everything wet?” I suggested. Danielle looked at me, urging me to elaborate.

“You know, go on the log flume!” I said excitedly.

“But I just changed you into a fresh diaper! I’m going to have to change you out of that after the ride.” Danielle said pointedly.

“Yeah, but then all of my pants will be wet, not just the part I wet.” I answered. Danielle thought for a moment before letting out a sigh, unable to find a whole in my superior child logic.

“Alright fine, let’s get going then.” Danielle handed me my wet pants, which had seem to become ice cold since she took them off me. I hurried after her as the two of us navigated through Disney’s network of tunnels, straight towards the log flume.

Chapter 6

“Is there any way for me to get one of those VIP passes? Aside from being a lost kid and all?” I asked Danielle as we jumped to the front of a 45 minutes long line for Disney’s Brear rabbit ride. Danielle and I were walking through the very hallways that snaked throughout the entire ride, catching glimpses of people floating through the ride itself.

“Nope, unless you have some terminal illness, then you can get as many as these as you want.” Danielle answered to me.

“Well, I’ll guess I better go start sucking away at car exhaust.” I answered back. Danielle laughed at my joke before falling silent as we entered into the loading area of the ride. Gates hissed as compressed air flowed through them, stopping the fake plastic log carts for just enough time to let people in before it shot off on its conveyor belt.

“How many? Three? Okay, you lane four, you six. How many…13?! Bloody…just get in the cart when you can.” A voice bellowed over the loading platform. An old lady who had the whole demeanor of taking a job to seriously was pointed people to their gates as if they were cattle. Danielle caught her attention and waved her VIP card at the lady, who merely nodded and pointed at an incoming log that was coming into the station.

The two of us hopped on board, Danielle sat down but quickly stood back up. The back of her pants now having a large wet spot on them.

“I forgot that these seats are always wet, and cold.” She said as she sat back down. I giggled at her, I didn’t even notice the wet seats, my pants were still quite wet from my accident earlier. I had gotten a few funny stares, but apparently a kid in wet pants wasn’t that remarkable. With a screech of rubber, our log pushed out of the station and gracefully plunged into the water. I sat disinterested at the robotic animals, and leaned against Danielle as we surfed through the first portion of the ride.

“You’re not like most kids your age, Harry.” Danielle said softly to me, I felt her hand ruffle through my hair and suddenly felt very warm and safe. I didn’t reply to her comment, just shrugging as I rested up against her. Without thinking I suddenly popped my thumb into my mouth, I pulled it quickly back, my cheeks flushing again.

“Yeah, defiantly not your age” Danielle whispered. I was going to answer to that comment, but we suddenly had no more flat track for our log to surf on, and plummeted into darkness. We rode up several bunny hop hills before splashing into a cave filled with spinning, dancing, flinging robots and fountains.

Danielle and I rode on in silence as we gently lolled throughout the rest of the ride. Finally, with a lurch of rubber getting traction, we began to ride up the big hill. My body pressed against Danielle as I fell back in the seat. After what seemed like eternity, we reached the top of the hill.

I then came to the conclusion, right before we went down the hill that going on this was a very stupid idea.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

With a mammoth splash of water that soaked everything in our log. I stopped screaming when I got a sudden splash of water in my mouth. We lazily moved around a bend when I turned to look up at Danielle.

Her hair was clinging to her face so that she looked like some sort of swamp monster. I giggled at her as pushed her hair out of the way, a very big smile on her face. A suddenly breeze made me shiver all over and Danielle wrapped her arms around me to warm me up. The two of us rode the rest of the ride in silence before we arrived at the docking station.

“Can we do it again?” I asked Danielle.

“Maybe later, I think your diaper is ready to explode now.” She said, pointing down to pants, which had bulged considerably. It looked to me that my diaper soaked up the entire wave, I was waddling like a duck. Danielle and I walked off the ride and straight to another restroom. I lagged behind her as I took my wide steps and after awhile she picked me up and carried me the rest of the way.

Laying me down on the changing table, my diaper gave an enormous squish. Danielle checked to see that none of the gel had squirted out from the pressure, seeing none she quickly untapped me and slid the last diaper she had under me.

“Now try not to use this one up so quickly.” She added. I smiled mischievously at her as she dried me off and taped on a new diaper.

RING, RING, RING.

A cell phone went off and it took me a moment to place it with Danielle, I saw her face get sad for a moment before she put on a happy exterior and grabbed her phone from out of a pocket.

“Hello?…Richard…Yep, still with me…Uh-huh…couldn’t find anything?…Really? No records or anything?…weird…Bring him in? To who?…Social Servic-but!…Fine…I’ll be right over.”

She slowly folded over her flip phone. She looked at me, very sad, before she recovered and put on a fake happy exterior.

“Okay…umm…I have to take you to see Richard; I have to put you with some officials until we can find your parents or guardians.” Danielle said. “You remember Richard right?”

“Git took my milkshake.” I answered. Danielle smiled at me before pulling my pants back up and carrying me out of the restroom.

“Are you sure you don’t know where your parents are?” Danielle asked me as we walked over to another employee only door.

“I told you, my mom is in Washington.” I answered. Danielle stopped walking and looked me straight in the eye.

“Harry, this is no longer a game. If…well let’s just say that life is going to go topsy turvey for a bit if we can’t find your guardian.” Danielle said to me very seriously. I looked straight back at her, our eyes boring into each other.

She suddenly turned away before walking through a door and into a golf cart bay. She quietly put me down on the seat next to hers and turned the vehicle on. With a gentle hum of the engine, we once again rushed off through the Disney back lots.

Danielle didn’t say anything during the trip. I guessed she was mad at me for something; I was defeated in my chance to get to the haunted house. It looks like I was being handed over to social services, trapped forever in this body.

“We’re here” Danielle said somberly. I hopped out of the golf cart, when my guts gave a brief churning sensation. Without any warning whatsoever, I began pooping my diaper. I instinctively bent my knees a little to help the process along and in a few seconds my diaper was filled with a warm, sticky mass.

“You really can’t keep those things clean, can you?” Danielle chuckled as she sniffed the air and fanned the area in front of her face. My face flushed its deepest shade of crimson as I began to smell myself. I looked back down at my feet and felt a tear roll down my face.

“Oh honey, its okay. You couldn’t control it, it was just an accident.” Danielle said to me, kneeling down and giving me a big hug. I gently sniffled into her sleeve as she rubbed my back soothingly, I felt her chest hum with a gentle tune and felt myself calming down quickly. She looked at me with her warm smile,

“Hee hee, don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’ll be here to take care of ya.” Danielle said, I sniffled again and felt my noise running. Danielle grabbed a tissue from her bag and held it up to my nose. I blew in it with a little force and felt my nose clear up.

“Now how about we go get you cleaned up before you meet the suits?” She asked me, I nodded in reply and Danielle picked me up and carried me over to the Baby Care center, which was only a few blocks away. I felt the mass in my diaper squish out as it rested on Danielle’s arm. I rested my head on Danielle’s shoulder and listened to her breathing as we walked the final few steps to the care center.

I paid little attention to the people in the room, even though the smell I was causing was somewhere in their surface thoughts. I heard my name mentioned and Danielle was suddenly carrying a small box that had my name written on it. Danielle opened another door, and suddenly we were in the same private changing room that we started our day at.

“Alright Harry, so I got all of your old clothes, so if you can wear those if you want to.” Danielle said to me, I shrugged in reply. Danielle pushed me down onto the changing table and the mess realigned itself to a new position. With the courage of a veteran babysitter Danielle opened my diaper and released the full force of the smell.

I closed my eyes and blushed as she wiped me off, a much longer process that it was before. Somehow I must have nodded off, because the next thing I remember was her finishing the tapes on a fresh diaper. She gently slid on my old pants and buttoned them, I felt her grab something in my pocket and I opened my eyes to look at her.

She was holding a small ticket in her hand, a look of confusion across her face.

“What are your middle names Harry?” She asked me.

“Oliver Whitman” I answered, my parents had given me two middle names for reasons unknown. Danielle looked at the ticket in her hand and turned it towards me. My heart jumped in my chest as I realized what it was.

It was the radio ticket I used to get in the park. It had my full name, date of birth, information, and a picture of me; a picture that looked very much like the toddler sitting in a clean diaper, minus the five’ o’clock shadow.

Chapter 7

“How old are you?” Danielle asked.

“22, I’m a full time student at USFR, my major is in physics, with a minor in history.” I shoot right back.

“Physics, eh? Then solve this problem.” Danielle said, quickly writing down on a piece of paper. She handed it to me along with a pen and I set to work. I quickly ran it over and realized it was the physics behind the drop on the log flume ride we had just been on ten minutes earlier. She was asking the speed the log was going at the bottom, and how long it should decelerate.

Quite a simple problem. Let’s see…70 degree slope…force of gravity, friction, f of a is…I quickly did the sin ratio in my head and came up with the acceleration of the boat at…

“Alright, I believe you.” Danielle said.

“But I haven’t finished the problem yet.” I countered.

“Yeah, but I have no idea what you’re doing” She said. There was a long silence as she looked back down at the picture of my entry ticket.

“How did…?” she tried to ask.

“No idea.” I answered. “I think it has to do something with the elevator. I started going down in it, and then I just started to shrink.”

“So maybe if you go up in it-” Danielle began.

“Already thought of it, I was planning to go there as soon as possible, but I was having a good time playing around with you.” I added. Danielle blushed a little at this, I’m sure she was feeling very confused at this whole ordeal. She had been taking care of 22 year old guy in a toddler’s body.

“We have to get back to that elevator.” I said.

“It will be rough; they’ll issue a code teal if we don’t show up at Richard’s office in the next minute or so.” Danielle said.

“Guess we better start going.” I said.

**

“Hey Danielle, wait up!” A voice rang out. Danielle winced and slammed the brakes on the golf cart she was driving. She turned to see Mike, the guy who called me piss pants, running towards the cart.

“Hey, where ya heading?” He asked her.

“Umm…Warehouse 101.” She answered.

“Cool, I have to head that direction.” He said, and without asking he hopped in the cart. His massive weight pressed down on the seat and I gave a very soft moan as the seat pressed down on me. Danielle had hidden me in the seat compartment and the two of us had just begun to make our dash back to the haunted house and hopefully back to my old body.

“Oh, I saw Richard, he wanted to talk to you about something, I about think the brat from earlier.” Mike said.

“Already took care of it, and he’s not a brat.” She answered.

“Whatever, having to take care of a kid who pisses himself, sounds like a blast.” Mike snorted back. I was sure Mike could feel the heat rising from my blushing cheeks as I wet my diaper yet again.

“So Danielle…doing anything when your shift is done?” Mike asked.

“Yep” She answered.

“Such as…” He led on.

“Nothing involving you.” She answered.

“Oh come on! Why not? I’m a nice enough guy.” Mike retorted.

“Pfft! Nice! Give me a break.” Danielle shot right back.

“What, you rather hang out with the little kid, would you? Miss maternal. Heh, if you let me come over we can do a couple things that lead to a baby.” Mike said.

WHAM! I slammed my fist into the seat above me, angry at Mike for saying such words to Danielle.

“What the fuc-” Mike said, the pressures on my seat lessen and I pushed myself up. Danielle quickly slammed on the brake and everyone lost their footing for a moment. There was a very awkward silence as the three of us stood motionless in the gold cart.

“Mike.” I began “You are an idiot. Not just for saying such repulsive words, but for thinking for just a moment that you even had a chance with the most amazing, kind, and beautiful women I have ever met.” I said simply. I saw him open his mouth for some sort of clever remark, but he never got a chance to say it.

WHAM! With a sudden burst of movement I slammed my fist forward with all my might and connected solidly with the part of the body that I was eye level at, his genitals.

Mike rolled forward and off the cart, a high-pitched squeal leaving his mouth as he fell to the ground. He lay still for a second before he tried to get up, only to fall back down again. I climbed out of the seat compartment and sat down next to Danielle, who had a very proud look on her face.

“Hee hee, it’s like I have a little knight in shining armour to protect me.” She said, hitting the accelerator hard as we left Mike crawled up in the dirt. I looked forward and saw the haunted house only a minute away.

**

“And if you all will gather around by this doorway, we’ll head down into the haunted house.” Said the Disney employee, who began to wave her arms around as if she could attract the park guests like dust bunnies to a vacuum cleaner. She waited for a small green light by the doorway to flicker on, indicating that the elevator had come back up to the top floor. With a soft ding the light turned on and the attendant opened the door and began her safety speech in one practiced motion.

“Cuse’ me, comin through.” Said a male figure. The attendant watched open-mouthed as the man walked straight out of the elevator and disappeared down the hall. She was going to shout at him for some reason when a lady walked out of the elevator and chased after him.

The attendant shrugged and shepherded everyone into the elevator.

**

“So you think I’m amazing?” Danielle said, turning to look at the adult male walking next to her.

“Well, kids say the darndest things.” He joked. There was a short pause. “Yes, I do.”

Danielle giggled in response.

“Allow me to introduce myself now that I’m in my correct body. The name is Harry Quinn, at your service.” The man bowed a little to emphasize his point.

“Danielle McTrillian, a pleasure.” She replied.

“Well Danielle, would you like to leave the park and go somewhere? Perhaps a bite to eat, or just to talk.” Harry offered to her.

“I think I would very much like to do that.” Danielle began. “But, do you need a change?” She added, a little mischievous grin on her face. Harry deeply blushed in response, which was all the indication she needed.

“I guess we need to grab a few things too, I don’t think we have anything that fits you in the park.” Danielle said.

“Hrm…Just think of me as a slightly larger knight in shining armour.” Harry suggested.

“My padded knight in shining armour.” Danielle giggled.