As Margaret began to unfasten the tapes on his diaper as the bathroom door swung open and a customer walked into the room,

“Why Margaret, I haven’t seen you in a while.

How have you been?”

Both Margaret and Jeff were taken by surprise.

“Janice…why hello.

I didn’t expect to see you here…

well, at least not in the bathroom.”

Margaret turned back to Jeff and began to remove the sodden diaper,

however as she pulled it back pee poured out the side and a light splatter could be felt through the front of the diaper.

She instantly realized Jeff had begun to pee again and quickly pulled the front of the diaper back up.

As soon as Margaret began to remove the diaper Jeff could feel the pee flow freely over his crotch,

down the sides, and leak onto his pants.

He had started peeing and never realized until now!

Shock and amazement at this revelation caused his emotions to overwhelm him and began to cry in distress without a second thought.

Janice upon seeing the upset baby moved quickly towards the stall

allowing the mother to focus her attention on her son.

“Good to see you again,

we should chat soon.”

“Sounds great,

give me a call and we can have coffee sometime.”

Margaret now turned back to Jeff and patiently waited for him to finish with his latest accident before changing.

Finally satisfied he was finished Margaret removed the diaper and proceeded to clean the mess.

Before Jeff knew it he was wrapped in a dry diaper.

“There there little one,

everything is alright now.”

Once Margaret fastened the snaps on the pants,

she picked up him up, holding him against her chest

and began to comfort the sobbing child.

Margaret gave a quick wave of the hand as Janice quietly exited the stall

She left the bathroom trying not to disturb the baby as he had begun to calm down and hadn’t noticed her presence.

Margaret continued to console Jeff as he’d stopped crying and the tears dried up,

leaving him a little exhausted,

content to rest his head on her chest and suck his thumb.

They continued back to their shopping trip.

Margaret steered the cart into the clothing section and began to look through the various matching sets.

Jeff picked out matching pants

shirt

along with a couple of coveralls,

a sleeper

and a half dozen diaper shirts

which Margaret was particularly determined to get over Jeff’s protests.

“You are going to wear these onesies baby.

When I dressed Mary in them,

it always helped to keep her diaper in place and I found she had fewer leaks.”

Jeff looked truly insulted however he kept his composure and in a quiet voice being careful not to be heard.

“I’m not going to have leaks,

I’m not a child.

I still have the mind of an adult.”

“Adult mind. Baby’s body.”

Margaret was feeling sorry for Jeff but her patience was beginning to wear.

She hadn’t cared for a toddler in a few years and had taken for granted the independence her daughter had already shown.

More and more she was seeing Jeff as the toddler he was, no longer the responsible independent adult.

Now he needed constant attention,

which meant a mommy would now be her role.

Jeff groaned and fussed when Margaret selected a particularly feminine or childish outfit,

“No Mama, no wike!”

Margaret smiled at her little boy,

kissed him on the head, and whispered,

“Okay honey but I get to choose one outfit.”

Jeff rolled his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance.

He watched as Margaret slowly walked through the stacks finally stopping and inspecting a set.

Jeff tried to crane his head to see but she was partially blocked by a rack of jumpers.

Margaret had a broad grin and came back to the cart to show him the prize.

Margaret presented him with a white/blue two-piece shortall set with bloomers

they looked like short-shorts except they had elastic around the legs,

which only highlighted a bulging diaper underneath the bloomers.

Jeff was stunned by the choice and he knew this would be something he could be taken out and presented to her friends.

“No! Please Marg…Mommy not that, I can’t be seen in that outfit.”

Margaret just cooed

“It’s alright honey, you are going to look precious in this outfit.

Besides this is my choice, you promised.”

Jeff was getting frustrated with his situation,

he tried to be patient with his family and how they treated him.

When moved into Michael’s room he said little,

when moved into Mary’s room he conceded,

when put in diapers and made to sleep in a crib there wasn’t a struggle.

Now he felt like he was taken advantage of by his wife and now mother.

The shortall suit,

although appropriate for his age was not for an adult.

“No!

I will not wear that.

No No No!”

Jeff was loosing control, his voice getting louder.

“Enough!” Margaret said sharply like talking to a child.

“You will be quiet or I’ll give you a spanking right now!

Is that understood!”

“But…but…I…”

he began to plead but the ferocity behind her eyes knew that it wasn’t a good idea to push the issue anymore.

“I said no.

I am not going to give in to a tot who behaves like someone his age.

You will learn to sit and behave yourself.

Am I clear?”

Jeff could only sit in the seat sniffling with tears of humiliation running down his face.

The shopping trip continued however Jeff didn’t show much interest.

After a short while, he fell asleep and snoozed as Margaret finished up.

Jeff was woken up when he was lifted into his car seat and strapped in,

however being stuck in the seat with little stimulation he fell back to sleep.

Jeff was again woken up when they arrived home.

Margaret lifted him from his seat and placed him on the ground.

Jeff stood there for a minute still very sleepy,

he took a few steps then stopped,

wobbled in place finally he crouched until he fell on his diapered butt.

Jeff sat there in the shade sucking his thumb as he slowly removed the cobwebs of sleep from his mind.

His mind was still an adult’s however he had noticed some minor changes that he assumed were due to his physical condition.

Balance was becoming a problem,

he had fallen a couple of times today however he was relatively close to the ground so it didn’t hurt.

His speech was also getting tougher to control,

with the loss of some teeth he had to concentrate otherwise his new lisp made him a bit incomprehensible.

Jeff sat there as Margaret and the kids carried boxes and bags into the house.

After a while he noticed that his crotch was warm,

he put a hand down and pushed down on this diaper.

It squished from a very recent wetting.

Jeff rolled his eyes at the growing incontinence

however the fact he hadn’t noticed when he had peed himself was more than a little troubling.

Recognizing he needed help with his soggy underwear,

Jeff got up and waddled towards the house.

He only got a few steps before his stomach started to grumble giving him notice of an impending need to use the toilet.

There was a slim chance he would make it to the bathroom,

it was a long way for a little kid to go from the driveway,

up the steps, through the front door,

down the hall and finally at the bathroom.

Then after all that distance, he’d have to try and get his pants off and scale the toilet seat,

it seemed insurmountable.

Each step was difficult and each time he moved a leg it felt like it might explode out his backside.

Clenching his butt cheeks hard together and holding his concentration as best as possible,

he continued to struggle up the path.

Partway up the front walk, Jeff couldn’t hold it any longer

as he stood there as his sphincter relaxed and a wave of pleasure rippled through his body.

He was surprised how much pleasure the act of pooping in his diapers made him feel.

For the moment he was satisfied to close his eyes,

sliding his thumb in his mouth and concentrate on the soft expanding mass in the back of his diaper.

“I could get used to this.” He thought to himself.

After what seemed like an eternity standing on the walkway,

Jeff awoke from his almost meditative state but did not take his thumb from his mouth.

Standing in place he could feel the warm mess mould to his butt,

suddenly and without warning his bladder also released sending more warmth spreading across his diaper.

Jeff was neither shocked nor disheartened by his sudden lack of toilet training

the experience did not cause him the anguish he would have felt just a few hours earlier.

Slowly he was adjusting to the situation and the role he now played.

It seemed more familiar and a sense of contentment was slowly washing over him.

For the moment he was satisfied to be just over a year old.

He was content with who he was.

As he stood there in a semi-meditative state staring at the flower bed his sister Mary walked past to get another load of baby supplies from the van.

As she passed, Mary stopped and sniffed the air.

As she looked at Jeff,

he was standing with his thumb in his mouth and eyes closed not taking notice of her.

Quietly and somewhat sympathetically she spoke to her younger brother.

Mary now had a sense of responsibility for her younger brother and felt sympathy for him.

“Jeffery, did you go poopy in your diapers?”

The little boy did not make any motion at first but finally nodded his head without removing his thumb.

“We have to go tell Mommy.

Take my hand baby.”

Jeff did not fuss nor refuse her orders.

He quietly held out a hand and kept thumbsucking with the other,

finding it very soothing at this time.

He submissively followed his sister up to the steps and used her helping hand to scale the steps.

With each step, he could feel the mess shift in his diaper.

It didn’t bother him much although he would rather get rid of it soon.

So getting a helping hand from Mary was somewhat convenient.

He could feel the extra weight which bunched soggily between his legs and as it cooled,

it was not the same comfortable feeling just a few short minutes ago.

Swinging his leg up,

his knee buckled and balance failed him completely as he fell back on his bottom.

Jeff could feel the poo spread out across the inside of his diaper.

The feeling was quickly changing from bearable to uncomfortable as he found the mess more difficult to deal with.

Now he knew why his children cried soon after pooing in their diapers,

he was right that they didn’t mind messing themselves at all but the enjoyment would soon wear off.

As he got back up he knew that this was a huge mess to clean up and would make him look all that more babyish in front of his wife.

He doubted Margaret would let him out of diapers before a solution was found to the regression.

Mary marched into the house with her little brother in tow.

“Mommy! Jeffery needs a diaper change!”

Mary yelled loud enough for the whole house to hear.

Margaret walked over to the door to find the two children standing there.

Jeff hung his head, not in shame,

instead, he was resigned that he’d need help changing ‘his’ diaper.

For the first time, Jeff truly understood he was married to his diapers.

No longer was the package the housing supply of diapers

They were ‘his’ diapers

now he longed to be put in a fresh clean one.

As if his personality had snapped,

something inside him decided his new life would be alright and he was safe.

His diapers didn’t seem foreign but somehow normal and comforting.

Without his new underwear, there would have been disastrous consequences in the crib,

at the store, and in the driveway.

Jeff had reasoned that they were probably a necessity and to be tolerated.

Although Margaret could smell the accident, she asked the obvious.

“Jeffery, did you make a mess in your diaper?”

Jeffery just stood there sucking his thumb and did not answer,

a little embarrassed at the moment.

She walked over and knelt down beside him,

placing one hand on his back while she used the other hand to pull back his diaper to take a look.

Jeffery just stood there one hand in his mouth barely flinching by his Mommy’s actions.

“Oh dear,

I’m afraid baby needs to be changed.

Come with me, honey.”

Margaret picked up her new son and carried him back to the nursery.

Jeff was dumped in his crib while Margaret went to start a bath.

Jeff noticed his height had dropped since last night.

Now he was eye level with the railing,

it hadn’t been a huge loss in height but it was obvious the regression continued.

Margaret returned and gave Jeff a cursory cleaning before whisking him to the bathtub.

While in the tub Jeff noticed he was not given the opportunity to wash himself

instead Margaret went about the process of cleaning all parts of his body.

Once finished he was rinsed,

lifted out of the tub, and wrapped in a towel.

From there he was brought back to the nursery where he was diapered and placed in a new red sleeper.

He was now far happier and content than a few minutes earlier

This showed as he smiled at his Mommy.

From there he was brought downstairs and deposited in his new high chair.

Now it was Susan’s turn to feed her new baby brother.

She tied a bib around his neck and proceeded to place pre-cut food in front of him on the chair’s tray.

Jeff quietly began to eat his meal with his fingers while getting half of the food on his bib and the floor.

Jeff watched as the rest of the family sat down and proceeded to eat their food,

he was very jealous that they had meat and potatoes while he was stuck with far less interesting foods.

Then Susan sat down with a jar of strained carrots and proceeded to feed the semi-solid food.

After a couple of mouthfuls, Jeff had enough of the substance but decided to bear the taste without of making a fuss.

Instead, he would talk to Margaret about the baby food.

Jeff was finished eating a few minutes before the rest of the family had completed their meal.

The kids proceeded to clean up the dishes while Margaret picked up Jeff and brought his to the living room.

She sat down and rested Jeff in her lap and produced a baby bottle filled with warmed formula.

Jeff eyes grew wide at the site but wasn’t given a choice as the nipple was placed in his mouth and he instinctively started to pull the formula from the bottle.

He wasn’t really that shocked, after being diapered and treated like a baby a nipple bottle seemed pretty normal.

About half way through the bottle Margaret was called to the phone,

leaving Jeff to sit on the couch watching the news.

Margaret returned a minute later to find a very cute little boy finishing off his bottle,

laying tucked into the arm of the couch focused on getting the last drops.

She could tell he was done as he slurped on the remains.

Throwing a towel over her shoulder she picked Jeff up and burped him.

“Tim just called.

Apparently, Professor Leahy is back from vacation and wants to meet with both of you.

He didn’t have much information other than to be at the lab for 10 am.”

Jeff was quite excited by the news,

hopefully, his boss would have a solution to the regression.

Jeff sat back on the couch and eagerly awaited the news updates at the top of the hour,

but as the program began his bladder started to warn him of an urgent need to use the bathroom.

Torn between getting to the bathroom and missing the hour’s top stories was too much for Jeff.

He hadn’t watched,

read or seen any news in a couple of days and as a self-declared news junkie, he needed a fix.

As the newscast began Jeff quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching,

however, he was safe from prying eyes.

Before the little man had been able to rest back on the couch he began to pee in his diaper.

For once he’d use his position and status as the family’s baby to his advantage.

Soon bedtime came and he was taken upstairs,

changed, and hoisted into the crib.

Margaret made sure he was tucked in with a couple of fuzzy stuffed bears to keep him company.

As soon as Margaret left the room Jeff pulled a bear close to him,

put his thumb in his mouth and drifted off to sleep.

When morning arrived Jeff was woken by the sounds of his kids getting up and showering.

Grabbing the bars of his crib, he hoisted himself up to a standing position.

The soft footing of the mattress made standing difficult and he naturally grabbed for the bars for assistance these days.

Looking at the railing he let out a sigh of relief as his chin was still the same height as the crib.

At least for the moment, it seemed like the regression had stopped.

Jeff felt a little better about his situation however he was still small and unfortunately very wet.

The smell of stale pee surrounded him however for the moment he wasn’t miserable just a little uncomfortable.

A few minutes later,

Margaret came charging into the room and busied herself at the changing table getting a fresh diaper,

powder and cream prepared.

“Good morning sunshine, I heard you getting up on the baby monitor.

You slept in late this morning,

obviously the changes in your body have finally caught up to you.

You will definitely go down for your nap on time today.”

Jeff looked over at the dresser and on top was an old baby monitor.

The monitor reminded him there would be little privacy these days even in the solitude of his own bedroom.

Margaret lifted the little man onto the changing table and proceeded to clean him up and dress him for the big day.

“Come on honey, let’s get moving we have a busy morning ahead of us.

We are supposed to meet with Dr. Leahy.”

After getting dressed, Jeff was placed on the floor and left to toddle around the room.

He made his way towards the mirror but fell halfway there.

As he stepped awkwardly forward his upper body didn’t seem to be in unison with his feet which couldn’t keep a steady pace.

Each step seemed to be awkward as his arms swung around trying to keep his balance,

but with one false step he teetered forward and landed on his knees.

Determined to keep walking on his own,

Jeff got on all fours, stuck his butt in the air, and slowly got to his feet.

He stood momentarily to gain his balance before tottering across the room.

Jeff grimaced at his lack of balance but knew that if he got any smaller it could get much worse.

When he arrived at the mirror a 15-month-old boy looked back at him.

Even when looking at his reflection in the mirror he had a hard time accepting his new size.

Margaret picked him up and carried the toddler downstairs to the kitchen placing him in the high chair.

Susan sat down in front of him and helped out by feeding him the baby his food.

Jeff quietly accepted the pureed baby food without a fight.

It was bland and without any real texture which made him grimace with each mouthful

however he patiently accepted each mouthful until the bottle had been scooped empty.

Finally, Jeff was picked up and rested in Susan’s lap while he sucked on his nipple bottle.

After breakfast, the kids were sent off to school and Margaret was left to get her son ready for the trip to the lab.

She packed his new diaper bag with lunch, diapers, and extra clothes in case he made a mess.

Soon they were both in the min-van and off to the lab.

By the time they arrived, Jeff was bubbling with excitement.

Hopefully, there was a plan to get him back to his normal age however if they were only able to get him partially restored it would be a success.

Although being a baby had its moments, his adjustment was not without some frustration.

Soon Margaret parked the van and went around to the passenger door,

removing Jeff and carrying him into the building.

As they entered the building, Karen the gorgeous student almost ran over the two of them.

Startled by the near-collision she looked directly at Jeff and then at his mother,

“Oh I’m sorry, I should have been looking where I’m going.

You have a very cute son.”

She tickled him under the chin and stopped to gaze into Jeff’s eyes and scan his face.

“Do you have another son?

Your little boy seems awfully familiar.”

Jeff was almost frozen with fear at the thought of being recognized,

however, Margaret seemed much more comfortable.

Realizing that Jeff had been working in the building over the past week while his regression was in full swing,

she needed to think quick.

“Well yes, I have a couple of family members who pass through here.”

“Well I guess that would explain it, I’d seen a couple of people this week that had to be related.

I guess your other son is going to come here next year?”

As the two adults chatted Jeff knew that Karen was still curious.

there was a distant look to her eyes that caused him to believe she was thinking about something other than the immediate conversation.

Soon they entered the lab, where Tim was busy cleaning before the arrival of their boss.

Tim poked his head up from behind the desk and stood there looking stunned at his diminutive lab mate.

He slowly took in the small child who stood on the ground, if front of him.

He wasn’t sure but Jeff might have been a little over a year old

however the look from the baby’s eyes told Tim there was much more than a small child in there.

Finally, Jeff took a few uneasy steps before toddling over to Tim, where he was still sitting with his mouth wide open.

“Be careful or you will start drooling like me.”

Tim shook himself from the shock.

“Uhh sorry, I just didn’t expect to see you so young.”

Jeff looked up at the giant in front of him.

“I didn’t expect to look like dis either.”

Suddenly wincing at the sound of his lisp.

Tim picked up Jeff and placed the child on his lap.

As Jeff sat down he felt his diaper squish underneath him.

“Mom…Margaret!”

Also noticing the state of the diaper Tim, patted the child on the shoulder,

“Margaret left the room a couple of minutes ago, let me take care of you.

Don’t worry I used to change a lot of my brothers and sisters over time.”

With that Jeff was hoisted up and placed on the lab’s counter.

Tim grabbed the diaper bag, opened it up, and removed the necessary items.

Jeff was agitated looking around the lab to see if others were watching.

“Tim, I don’t think it necessary for you to do this.

I’m sure Margaret will be back in a minute.”

Tim cut off his lab mate.

“Not to worry, I promise not to tell anyone

. Let’s get this diaper changed or that pee is going to stink.

Besides, I doubt you’d rather be wet when the Leahey gets here.”

With that Jeff was placed on the changing pad and laid on his back.

The snaps on his pants made for quick entry and the next thing his diaper was off and his crotch and bottom wiped.

With a new diaper fastened in place, the process was finished

. The last fasteners were attached and he gave the tot’s stomach a tickle sending Jeff into a laughing fit.

“Oh pwease, no don’!” Jeff grimaced at his infantile speech.

Tim smiled at his charge “Sorry buddy but I couldn’t resist with the way you look.”

“No problem but please try to keep the tickling to yourself…and thanks for the change,”

Jeff said with a sense of relief.

“Did the Professor mention if he had a solution to the regression?” Jeff said with an air of excitement.

“Nope, I talked with his wife Michelle.

She asked if we could both be in the lab today for a meeting.

I’ve been trying to contact Leahey for a week but no success.

If anyone can figure this out, it’s the Professor.”

With that, the two scientists sat back and discussed their activities for the past week.

About 10 minutes later the unmistakable clicking of Michelle’s high heels could be heard as she approached the lab.

Tim lifted Jeff by the armpits and placed him unsteadily on the floor, not letting go until the little one had control of his balance.

Upon being released Jeff carefully proceeded towards the door where he stopped dead in his tracks.

First Margaret walked in carrying his folded playpen looking a little shaken.

“Jeffery, look who I ran into in the hallway.”

Following behind her was Michelle who came into the lab dressed in a casual blouse and slacks;

her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

Walking into the lab she was pushing a stroller, careful to avoid the experimental equipment stacked neatly beside the door.

In the stroller was a 10-month-old boy in a white shirt with overalls and little blue shoes.

He was the epitome of cuteness as he sucked his thumb. Jeff looked up at Michelle, “I thought your son was almost two?”

She looked down at Jeff and gave a little smirk,

“Our son IS two.” Jeff a little confused looked at the infant,

“Then who is…oh no! Professor Leahey?”