When he woke, he found himself at home, in his own bed. He was his normal self, wearing the same clothing he had on when he first went next door to meet the neighbors and help move furniture. Had it all been a dream? He wondered.
He got out of bed and went to the window. Daytime outside…but what day was it? He found his watch which showed the date. Sunday, 9:25 AM. It was the next morning, had he slept the whole of Saturday and into the next morning? He wandered out of his bedroom and into the kitchen. The house seemed quiet and empty. Glancing out the window into the driveway he noticed his parent’s car was gone. They would be at church until 11 he thought. His mind was racing, was it all a dream he wondered, the girl, the mother, the diapers, regressing down to a small baby?
He sat down at the kitchen table and scratched his head, and as he did, a flash of light appeared before him on the kitchen table lasting only for an instant, as if a camera flash had gone off. When the light disappeared, in its place on the table was a sheet of paper with handwriting on it.
He moved back from the table in surprise “what the…” he said. Then he noticed the handwriting. He moved back towards the table and carefully picked up the paper.
Good morning cutie,
No, it was not a dream, and you’re not going crazy. I am what you would call a “witch” and a good one at that. You were very helpful yesterday; I’ve learned so much more about my powers in the last few hours alone, some really amazing things that I can’t wait to share with you. For now, I’ve got some exploring that I need to do on my own, but I’ve left you a surprise in your closet. One that I’m sure you will enjoy. I’ll contact you soon.
Love,
The girl
In another flash of light, the note disappeared right out of his hand as soon as he finished reading it. He raced back to his room and opened his closet door. Another flash of light appeared and when it faded, a large orange and white box of Ultra Pampers Plus Size Large diapers sat on the floor of his closet. Another note lay on top of the box. He picked up the note and read it.
Surprise!
I hope you enjoy these. I know you will. Don’t be worried, you are the only person that can see these and what they will do to you. Anyone else will see you as you normally appear. (other than me and my mother of course).
Have fun!
Love,
The Girl
Again the note vanished out of his hands in a flash. He couldn’t believe it, everything had been real. He was in love with the girl next door, a beautiful girl with amazing powers. A girl that had made all of his wildest fantasies come true…and was still doing so.
“What they will do to me?” he said aloud, remembering what the note had said. His lust for diapers got the better of him even more than his curiosity to find out what the girl had meant by the note. He stripped off his clothes knelt down on the floor and opened the box of Pampers. The amazing Pampers smell hit his nostrils like a freight train and he was filled with a powerful sense of happiness. He took out a fresh Pamper from the box, it was a real Pamper as far as he could tell, even though it was a large size, there was no way it should fit his teenage body. “If I could just make myself small enough to fit the diapers…” he thought with a laugh. But even though he knew he couldn’t wear it properly, at least he could still have fun with it, he leapt to his bed.
Opening the bottom half of the diaper, he quickly lay on his back, lifted his bottom, and slid the diaper beneath him. As he brought the front of the diaper up between his legs he felt a strange tingling sensation. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as he did, his body seemed to be on autopilot. He continued to diaper himself, closing first the right tape, then the left one, securing the diaper around his waist with a near-perfect fit, he was astonished.
When he jumped up off the bed he learned what the girl had meant in the note. Everything around him was bigger, his bed, his desk, the chair. He quickly realized that it wasn’t the room that was huge; it was himself that had become small.
He walked over to his mirror, the diaper crinkled loudly as he moved. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he did not see a small toddler, however, a shrunken version of his self sized just right to fit the Pamper he was wearing.
“Amazing!” he said while staring at himself in the mirror. Another flash of light appeared, this time in his right hand. As the light faded a new note appeared in his hand. He read it.
These diapers will match your mood, just think about how you want to enjoy them, and they will accommodate you.
Have fun!
Love,
The Girl
She was right; the diapers had made him small enough to fit them, exactly what he had thought about before putting one on. The note vanished.
This time there was no shame, no intense urge to get the diaper off and hide any evidence of his actions. His only thought was of how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful girl, and of the box of diapers in his closet…and the possibilities they presented.