“Come on…you’re going to love it…trust me.” She told him. “I’ll go first if it will make you feel better,” She said. With a wave of her arms, she became the small red-haired girl he had seen the night before and earlier that morning. Her diaper had resized to fit her small form.
“See…nothing to be afraid of…now it’s your turn.” She said.

“Waaa wait…” he stammered, but before he could say anything else she waved her arms in the air again and in an instant, his world changed. Everything looked huge, and everything was not as it had been. They were now sitting on the floor and the room was completely changed. It was the nursery that he had seen before, filled with toys, and stuffed animals,books, dolls…even a full set of Barbie cheerleaders. The crib and changing table which he had seen earlier were now huge to him. He looked at his body, all his body hair was gone, he was small, and the diaper…a real Pamper, was all he had on.

“Hee Hee, you’re cute” she giggled.

He was again at a loss for words. Sitting there on the floor staring at his small arms and hands, he hadn’t felt a thing. He thought that it would feel painful or at least tingly, but there had been nothing. One moment he had been himself, the next he was small and sitting on the floor.

“See…I told you there was nothing to be afraid of” she said.

“I…I can’t believe it.” He replied.

“Believe it.” She told him. “And also…I’ve taken away our potty training.” She giggled.

“What?” he asked…with a tone of concern.

“Don’t worry, it’s just for when we’re being little…so we’ll have fun and use our diapers” she said. “You may feel like you have to go pee pee or poo poo…and you may try to hold it…but you won’t be able to” she added with another round of giggles. “You’re going to love the squishy feeling in your Pampers when you go poo poo” more giggles.

She moved closer to him and stroked the front of his diaper. “Just relax,” she said. “Enjoy this.”
Her hand on the front of his diaper took away all worries. His arousal returned with a vengeance and he felt it against the slippery mess he had made in the diaper earlier. It was amazing, he was small…yet he felt completely unchanged. In his mind, he was still 16, and felt every bit as excited as he had been before.

“That’s right baby boy…enjoy it,” she said with a smile as she moved in closer and hugged him tight with her small body. Before long, he was responding with high-pitched moans and short breaths.

He was in heaven again, he didn’t care what she had done to him, and all he could think about was how good it felt to be wearing a diaper and have her hold him and stroke the front of his diaper. Waves of pleasure raced through his body as he let out a squeal of happiness in a high-pitched tone.

She felt his inner feelings combine with her own, it was powerful and she soaked in the strength she received from his pleasure, but this time it was too much. A wave of chaos filled her vision; she could hear the thoughts of hundreds of people at once and couldn’t focus as she had before. The noise in her head was too much for her small body to handle and as the waves of pleasure subsided, she collapsed into his tiny arms.

As his excitement faded he felt her weight collapse onto him, he held her with his small arms and gently rolled himself to a position so that she was lying beside him. He snuggled her close, he felt tired as well; he kissed her forehead and then shut his eyes.

When he awoke later that afternoon, he found her still snuggled beside him. She was sleeping soundly. He thought that his movements might wake her, but even as he moved his arms from around her she continued to sleep. He felt a warm damp sensation in the front of his diaper, between his legs, and around his bottom. In a shock of realization, he understood that he had wet the diaper in his sleep. He remembered what she had said before they fell asleep together, “I’ve taken away our potty training”.

He panicked as a wave of embarrassment and shame went through him, he slid away from the small form of the red-headed girl and stood up. She continued to sleep. He was small, the room looked huge to him, and it was still a child’s nursery. The toys, the dolls, and the changing table looming above him brought his current reality front and center, he was wide awake now. Yet she continued to sleep. He tried to remove his diaper, but as hard as he pulled on the tapes, they would not tear-free, either he didn’t possess the strength to tear the tapes open, or the diaper possessed the strength to keep him from doing so. Then he felt it, a familiar fullness…a feeling of pressure…down below, a feeling he had learned to recognize a long time ago…telling him that something was coming.

More panic now, the urge to get the diaper off grew stronger. He ran to the bedroom door, he could reach the knob but it would not turn. The pressure from his behind grew stronger, something felt different, his efforts to control himself were useless as if he were thinking of holding it in but his muscles were not responding. Then he heard something new. It sounded like girls singing, but not quite. “What is that?” he thought. He looked around the room for the source of the noise and his eyes settled on the toy shelf, the set of cheerleader Barbie dolls. They were dancing and chanting and waving their pompoms. He gasped and wondered if he was hallucinating. “Poo poo in your diaper..pampy pamp!…poo poo in your diaper pampy pamp!” was the chant, to the tune of “Here we go,here we go, here we go!”

In an instant, he felt himself messing in the diaper. He stood frozen in his spot while he felt the mess coming out of his behind and filling the diaper. It felt like farting but then there was a warm lump pressing back against his bottom as if he had suddenly sprouted a tail inside his diaper. It didn’t stop, the lump in the seat of his diaper continued to grow as his bowels emptied completely, and the chanting from the dolls continued.

He fell to his knees, not letting the seat of his diaper touch the floor, he felt totally humiliated. The chanting had stopped now, it was replaced with giggles “he did it! he poo pooed in his diaper…yay!” one doll shouted. All the cheerleaders giggled now.

Tears filled his eyes and he began to whimper. “Why did I let her do this to me?” he wondered. He looked at the red-haired girl, still sleeping on the floor, she seemed lifeless. If not for the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed he would think she were dead. He collapsed into a squatting position and felt the mess squish back against his bottom as the seat of his diaper hit the floor. He cried.

Moments later, the bedroom door opened. He looked up to see the girl’s mother standing over him. She too looked different, younger, and even more beautiful than he remembered. The woman looked down at him and smiled. “Oh…what’s wrong cutie…do you need a change?”