“Oh so this is Benny.
How are you?”
Rachel poured her attention on Ben.
however, the 2 year-old was a little shy and hid behind his mother’s leg.
“Oh dear, I hope I didn’t scare him.
But who is this in the stroller,
I didn’t know you had a second son?”
Michelle shook her head,
“No this is Robbie, my nephew.”
Rachel moved in front and kneeled to say hello.
Rob’s eye grew big as saucers and panic started to overwhelm him.
What if he was recognized!
He might be 10 months but he still had many of the same facial features.
“Oh now, aren’t you a cute baby!
You are obviously got your looks from your daddy’s side of the family, I can see the resemblance.”
Rob was living the nightmare and there was nothing he could do,
he was completely out of control of the situation.
Suddenly his diaper was getting warmer as his bladder instinctively began to empty.
The entire situation had completely overwhelmed Rob and the infant began to cry.
He was scared and wanted his mommy.
He closed his eyes as the inner child flowed to the surface and gained control.
Rachel lifted the upset infant from the stroller and started bouncing him.
This only made him more upset.
At this point the only thing Rob could focus on was his mommy,
it was the only thing that mattered.
It was obvious to any mother what was happening and Rachel looked to Michelle for help.
The little baby cried with a large high pitched wail,
Michelle reached out and took him into her arms.
He continued to cry for another 2 minutes
however his voice was muffled by her arm and where he buried his head.
Now he was safe, it could have been a raging storm but he was safe here.
Once Michelle calmed Rob down, he instinctively slipped a thumb into his mouth to calm his frayed nerves.
Sandra grabbed the folded playpen and put Ben in the stroller, leaving Michelle to hold onto her youngest.
Time passed unnoticed.
Rob finally realized the conversation with Rachel had ended and they were walking again.
Rob poked his head out to see the quiet lane passing by.
Rob looked over his other shoulder to see the back of Sandra’s head.
From this angle, she seemed to be a slender brown-haired girl wearing shorts and a turquoise shirt.
The girl turned towards Rob noticing his curiosity.
She smiled and waved her hand at the little guy and he giggled through his thumb still tucked in his mouth.
Sandra looked far less threatening than Rachel.
It was also much easier to meet new people from the security of your mother’s arms.
Rob smiled at the girl’s babyish gestures to him, not realizing he was enjoying the attention Sandra paid to him.
“This is our cabin.” Sandra piped up and they turned into the driveway.
The cabin was similar to Michelle and Rob’s except painted white.
As Michelle walked in Sandra’s mother, Grace Barton, a friend for the past couple of summers at the lake greeted her
“Grace, would you mind if I quickly took Robbie to the bathroom for a change?” Michelle inquired of her friend.
“Oh heavens no! You can do it in the living room we are all women here.
Besides, there is more room here than in that tiny bathroom.”
With that statement, Michelle could hear a groan of impending embarrassment coming from Rob.
Michelle lowered Rob to the flower, where he quickly grabbed the table leg to steady himself.
She then opened the diaper bag,
unfolded the changing pad on the table and then lifted him on to the pad where he laid quietly.
She slipped a pacifier into his mouth.
He laid there looking up at the three women who were chatting away about how cute he looked.
Rob barely noticed what Michelle was doing.
His body was pushed around.
His legs thrown in the air as the coldness of the wipe announced he would soon be clean.
Michelle barely focused Rob.
The process of diaper changing was almost an autonomic response after changing so many of Benjamin’s.
Michelle continued her conversation with the other women instead of paying attention to Rob.
Surprisingly Rob barely noticed as he scanned the room, light fixtures and fan mounted on the ceiling.
Finally his feet were lifted into the air again as the diaper was slid underneath,
he did note that laying on the diaper was far nicer than the cold plastic of the table.
He could feel Michelle massage the baby powder into his skin.
Rob giggled, partially in response to the women.
He squirmed wanting to get up and explore the cabin,
however, Michelle had a firm grip while covering his bottom in powder.
Soon he was wrapped in a new diaper,
his clothes refastened, and finally placed in the playpen with Benny.
He would rather have been able to explore the cabin on his own
However he knew, for now, he would have to play the part of a baby until he was alone with the family.
Rob ended up having a wonderful day.
He didn’t like Mrs Barton too well and fused whenever she picked him up.
However, he was happy to be pampered by Sandra.
Sandra played with Rob all morning,
mostly teaching him how to walk.
Rob wanted to tell her walking was a skill he could do, all be it with difficulty.
Instead, he enjoyed the attention the teenager lavished on him.
He let Sandra grab his two little hands and helped him along.
When she let go of the infant, he would waddle for 8 or 10 steps before his weak muscles and deteriorated balance caused him to fall.
Rob, like most babies, learn quickly how to fall.
If their balance starts to go it was better to fall backward and on their butt to cushion the fall.
Michelle was happy to let Sandra take care of Rob,
It meant one less child to watch.
Sandra also babysat on a regular basis and was fully capable of taking care of both children.
Rob had also realized a teenager was in charge of him.
The fact he was older than her made it seem comical however he didn’t want to cause a problem that would blow his disguise.
They played together as Sandra stood over him,
holding his hands,
trying to help his tiny legs figure out the proper motor skills to walk.
Caught up with all the attention, Rob didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late.
One minute they were playing and the next, Sandra turned and grabbed the diaper bag.
She pulled out the changing pad, a new diaper and wipes.
Rob wasn’t sure what was going on until he looked down at his diaper, which sagged noticeably.
Sandra laid him on his back and proceeded to change him.
Rob unconsciously went into an automatic mode
He remained quiet not really realizing someone other than Michelle was changing him.
Rob liked Sandra and had placed his trust in her throughout the morning.
So it became no surprise he had become comfortable in letting this woman take care of him.
As she snapped the last fasteners on his romper and stood him up it sunk in what had just happened.
Another woman,
not his wife,
had changed his diaper,
wiped him,
applied a generous portion of cream,
powdered his butt
and made sure he was clean.
All without any assistance from him.
Rob wasn’t humiliated instead he figured if this was the worst thing to happen today life was pretty good.
As Sandra put the items back in the diaper bag, he climbed onto all fours and scampered towards his blocks.
If he wouldn’t be able to read a magazine then blocks seemed like a good substitute.
Suddenly he was picked up off the ground by Sandra and dumped in the playpen while she walked into the kitchen.
Rob stood at the side of the pen using the mesh to hold himself up.
He cried momentarily as he looked at the blocks just beyond the mesh walls.
However, he was distracted easily and re-focused his attention on Sandra as she turned the corner into the kitchen.
He could hear the three women talking in the other room
however he quickly lost interest in the conversation and start to fidget with Benjamin’s teddy bear.
Soon Michelle removed Benny from the pen, leaving Rob to watch the mother and son disappear into the next room.
After what seemed like an eternity Ben was brought back and placed in the pen with his sippy cup.
As Benny was lowered to the rubber floor Rob could see Benny’s diaper was drooping from a very recent accident,
however, he wondered if they were waiting for Benny to digest his formula before checking again.
Rob was then removed,
carried to the kitchen
and strapped into the high chair.
He squealed with joy as the three women fussed over him.
He was happy to be fed,
Have his face wiped
then have another spoonful of puree deposited in his mouth.
He had forgotten that these jobs were now well beyond his abilities.
Holding a spoon while guiding it towards his mouth was nearly impossible and he made a complete mess of the meal.
This was a facet of everyday life for a baby.
After lunch, he received a bottle and then down for his nap.
Rob dreamed he was walking in the warm waters of the Caribbean,
holding hands with the love of his life.
The sun beat down on them only warming the water more.
It was idyllic Rob was happy and without a care in the world.
Slowly he woke up sitting in the stroller as he was being pushed down the lane.
Michelle and Sarah were chatting above him as Rob slipped his thumb into his mouth.
There he sat back while the cobwebs slowly lifted from his mind.
He also realized the diaper was cooling off after a recent mistake.
He reflected on the dream and hypothesized that it was may have been the dream which triggered his accident.
It didn’t really matter,
for now he was content to sit back,
wait and watch as the world pass by.
In fact he doubted Michelle would be in any rush to change him,
his diaper could probably take another wetting before it needed to be changed.
Once they had returned to their cabin, Sarah helped get both children into the house, and then left after waving bye to Robbie.
He let go of the side of the playpen,
squealed at Sarah’s attention
then toppled to the floor.
Quickly distracted Rob was content to work on his blocks for a while.
As the day progressed, his routine returned to normal.
Tuesday started with his regular routine which was comforting and left him without a care in the world.
In fact Rob had lost track of time and wasn’t sure when it was anymore.
Nor did he care, his life had turned into an easy routine.
The security of knowing what would happen next,
that no surprises or dangers truly faced him was comforting.
Michelle busied herself, cleaning and packing.
The vacation had not gone well,
since her lover had now become only loved,
no longer a caregiver only to be cared for.
Michelle had made the best of the situation and frankly was thrilled how it turned out.
She had wanted another child.
Having Rob in this state would only make her more determined to have another child.
For now, it was time to get back to town.
Rob had finally stopped regressing and Michelle was ready to move two young children by herself.
It was time to find out how to get her husband back to normal.
After putting her two children to bed for the evening,
Michelle took advantage of the ‘quiet time’ to begin packing the van for the trip home.
One youngster can be very time-consuming
but two kept her moving all day.
Over the past few days, Michelle had begun to watch over Robbie more and more.
Her little husband had become very unstable on his feet and was falling over more and more often.
More than once Michelle had rushed into the living room because Robbie was crying after falling unexpectedly.
Michelle found it was safer to leave him in the playpen so she didn’t have to remain in the same room.
When morning came Michelle started the routine all over again.
She entered the room to find Rob hadn’t leaked overnight.
This was again a good sign
however, he was miserable and his bottom hurt.
Michelle removed his diaper to inspect the situation.
“Oh honey, you must have slept in a messy diaper all night.
Your poor tushie has a nasty case of dydee rash.”
Rob wasn’t relieved by her statement,
instead, he fussed and whimpered wanting relief.
Michelle wiped him with the used diaper, getting the rest of the mess with a disposable baby cloth.
Michelle then applied a heavy coating of diaper rash cream to the affected area.
She noticed his relief immediately as the cream soothed his sore skin.
Rob was happy to be attended to and to be in a fresh diaper.
He couldn’t imagine not wearing one anymore,
it had become a comforting and reassuring piece of his daily life.
Michelle got her two sons cleaned and ready for breakfast.
While they were busy playing, Michelle got the last items packed in the van.
Finally, she came back,
removed Ben from the playpen
standing him on the floor,
and picked up Rob preferring to carry him.
“Come on Benny, follow Mommy and Robbie.” Michelle said with a lilt in her voice.
Rob looked down to see Ben, walking along beside his Mom.
He knew that Benny was stronger and better able to keep up.
His ability to walk for any distance was limited.
More and more he was feeling like the younger of the two.
The ride home was long but uneventful.
Michelle stopped for gas and to pick up a new pack of diapers for Rob,
it was a generic brand which he didn’t recognize
however it was probably all that the store had at the time.
Halfway home Michelle stopped to change Benjamin.
Once finished changing Benny she stuck two fingers down Rob’s pants only to find him dry.
He barely noticed or cared about her actions as it became more routine by the hour.
“Hon, do you need to go to the bathroom?”
Rob had a quizzical look and concentrated on it for what seemed like 30 seconds
However he finally shook his head ‘no’.
After only 10 minutes on the road the inevitable happened,
his gut began to rumble with no real ability to stop
he released a load of warm poo,
followed up by the emptying of his bladder.
Michelle was not amused by the events but knew Rob probably had no control or prior knowledge when Michelle had checked him last .
She still decided to wait, instead of stopping to change him
So she rolled the window down as she kept driving.
Rob shifted in his car seat trying to get more comfortable, after a moment he rested.
“Michewwe, could you pwease puw ovew?”
A small voice came from the backseat.
Michelle smirked from the driver’s seat knowing that Rob could not see.
“Not right now honey. You can wait a few minutes?”
Rob knew he had no choice, even if he tried to escape without Michelle’s help he couldn’t even leave the car seat.
His mind drifted and Rob lost sense of time as he watched Michelle drive.
However, after some time Rob was brought back to the present
his bottom had become all clammy, and the warm comfortable sensation he had been feeling was replaced.
“Michelle I need you.
I’m uncomfortable.
Pwease?”
Michelle looked into the rearview mirror to see him squirming in the seat.
“Honey. What do you need?”
Rob realized he was completely at his wife’s mercy.
A tear formed in his eye as he held back his tiny emotions.
“I need my diapuh changed pwease.”
Michelle just looked forward and inquired,
“I need my diaper changed please, What?”
Rob started to loose control,
“I…I…I need m…my diapuh change pwease, m…mommy.”
He couldn’t hold it back any longer as he began to cry.
Michelle pulled over to the side of the road and went around to her son’s door.
Removing Rob from his seat she picked him up and held him close, consoling and trying to calm down the upset child.
After a few minutes, he calmed down and she placed him on the front passenger seat to change his smelly diaper.
As Michelle proceed to change him he could hear the cars whizzing by.
He wasn’t embarrassed
but he wanted this all to be over
it was one thing to be changed in private or at least in a house.
But to be changed in front of the world on the side of the highway was not something he wanted to remember.
For a second he wished he was a big kid.
The idea was quickly discarded as he remembered he was 42.
After a few minutes, Rob was placed back in his seat and a pacifier placed in his mouth.
Finally, they continued on their way.
It took another three hours, which seem like an eternity to someone stuck in a baby seat.
Michelle left both children in the car while she removed a few items including the playpen.
Finally, she lifted Benny out of the car standing him on the ground then carried Rob into the house.
Michelle dumped both into the playpen while she brought bag after bag of clothes and other gear in from the car.
Most of it was Ben and Rob’s stuff.
It never stopped amazing him how much was needed to take care of Benny and now him also.
Finally, Michelle stopped to make a phone call.
Rob tried to listen in however once again it was in another room and he was not invited to listen in.
After the call, she came out to give her sons their dinner.
Once Michelle finished feeding Rob, she cleaned him up and laid him on his back to provide support.
Wednesday morning started like any other day except Rob woke up to find he now slept in a crib.
It was the temporary crib he had set up for Benny when they were at the cabin.
Now it was being put into use as his full-time bed.
As he lay in bed, he noticed the bed now had a rubber mat underneath the sheet and a soft furry bear lay beside him.
The fact he was laying on a waterproof pad became mute when he realized he was wearing a wet and messy diaper
however he was content to lay back and wait for his mommy to come and rescue him from this safe secure prison.
Michelle finally came in and changed her two sons getting them dressed and ready for the day.
As Rob had his shoes tied he looked puzzled,
“Why putting on my shoes?
Where we go today?”
Michelle smiled at her son’s lisp.
“I called Tim last night and he asked us to come into the lab this afternoon.
I have a few errands and then into the lab to see what can be done for you.”
She place Rob on the floor and he uneasily waddled over to the mirror.
Again he was the same height but this time dressed in a white shirt with overalls and little blue shoes.
He seemed to be the same height as yesterday although it wasn’t easy to tell.
He might have gained a little baby fat over the past day so he just assumed that there no changes vertically, just horizontally.
He was finding it more difficult to walk today,
with his short legs and thick diapers taking each step needed more concentration.
He just assumed the extra baby fat had changed his center of gravity and balance.
Before he could make it out of the room Michelle scooped him up, standing him by the door as she tracked down Benny then proceeded to breakfast.
She placed Benny in the high chair while Rob stumbled around the room and watched the two them start the morning feeding ritual.
There was no surprise when Rob noticed he would also receive a similar routine to his son.
After Benny was finished, he was placed in the playpen and given a sippy cup before Rob would begin the same procedure.
Once breakfast was done Michelle put the two children in the living room to play for the morning.
By 10 am the father had a plastic rattle in his mouth, feeling and exploring the toy with his tongue and mouth.
His son was looking at a softly padded picture book of Farm Animals for children age 2 and up.
Benny would point at a picture a yell
“doggie”,
every animal he pointed to was a doggie.
Rob got to his knees and crawled over to Benny to teach him the difference between a dog and a duck.
Crossing towards Benny he could feel the diaper pull on his hips.
He stopped crawling and looked down between his arms to see soaked diapers hanging low.
He was slightly embarrassed
but not for his growing incontinence
but that it probably looked bad to have a diaper hanging low like that.
He also reasoned that he might as well get used to it since this was a daily look for most babies.
Getting on all fours he began to crawl again but felt an urgency coming from his gut.
It was that unmistakable feeling he had before it was time to poo.
Without warning his sphincter muscle relaxed and he could feel the hot soft poo spread across his bottom.
Halfway through his bladder was released to complete the experience,
as a small wave of pleasure ran up from his anus up to his belly button,
leaving him to shiver in ecstasy.
He just remained on all fours, staring towards Benny.
His son could have done a backflip in from him and Rob wouldn’t have noticed
He was too focused on himself,
thinking of little but the feeling between his legs and the possibility of a fresh diaper to begin the process again.
“Oh honey. You are making a mess on the floor.” Michelle said in a warm motherly tone.
Rob looked down between his arms to see his pee-laden diaper was now hanging halfway to the floor.
What he thought was pee splashing against his leg was actually leaking down his leg onto the floor.
“What do I care, it not like I can control when I need to go.
It’s her fault, she should have checked my diaper sooner.”
Michelle was not mad; she knew his potty training was completely gone.
She doubted if he knew there was a problem before now.
“It’s okay honey, you made a mess on the wood floor which is easy to clean up.
You were a very good boy for making the mess over here.
Could you stay there for a few seconds while I take care of Benny,
then I’ll be back for you.”
Rob nodded his head in agreement then stuck a finger in his mouth and smiled at recognizing his achievement.
She quickly went over to Benny and placed two fingers down the front of his training pants before pulling on the back to see its state.
“Oh dear. Benny your undies are damp.
Does Benny need to go potty?”
Benjamin sat there with a look of concentration, then stuck a finger in his mouth and nodded.
Michelle laughed at the similar response from the two of them.
“Life father, like son.” Michelle said before hoisting up Benny,
carrying him to the potty,
stripping him of his wet diaper
and leaving him to do his business.
Rob remained kneeling on the floor for a minute before he was distracted by a soft toy dog in the corner.
One thought came to him before he moved towards the toy. “Doggie!”
As he was crawling a pair of hands reached down and picked him up.
Michelle held him under his armpits and carried him towards the nursery.
Rob’s diaper hung at half-mast threatening to fall off it too much stress was placed on the garment.
She placed Rob on the changing table and removed the messy diaper,
She applied a generous amount of diaper rash cream not wanting her son to experience any more pain.
Finally, she dressed him for the day before standing Rob in the crib while she retrieved Benny.
Rob stood at the side of the crib watching Benny getting the same treatment and giggled as he said.
“Like father, like son.”
After dressing Benny she took the two children and placed them in the car along with the playpen,
diaper bag
and a few toys to keep them amused.
First stop was to Ben’s daycare centre.
Mrs Jenkins, the daycare’s manager, met the three of them at the car,
grabing little Benny’s hand she walked with him while Michelle carried Rob.
The daycare manager looked Rob in the eyes and inquired,
“Who is this cute little man in your arms?”
Rob looked up and smiled behind his thumb.
Rob wasn’t very concerned with the possibility of being discovered.
He was pretty sure she would have a hard time figuring out the difference between himself and another tot his age.
With each passing hour Rob felt more secure as the child he’d become.
His head jerked back and forth looking around the room at all the colors and the general buzz of energy that two dozen pre-school children will create.
Michelle noticed Rob’s excitement and started to pat his diapered bottom, trying to calm him as she held him against her chest.
The little guy squirmed struggling to see everything that was happening around him.
He could hear the other children playing and wanted to discover for himself what was happening.
The manager noticed Rob’s activity,
she had seen it thousands of times and immediately recognized it as a child who needed to be active.
Children, especially someone at this age needed to move around and release pent-up energy, otherwise they were frustrating to deal with.
She could see this baby was just like all the others and needed time to play,
if he got to be active now he’d probably be much easier to deal with for the rest of the morning.
The manager suggested that Rob would be alright playing with the other babies while the two talked.
The two women talked for a minute or two before Michelle was finally fed up with the squirming bundle.
She handed him over to the manager who settled him in her arm.
The manager walked away with Rob tickling him under the chin and prattled baby talk.
He wasn’t concerned about being found out by this woman.
Being only 28 inches tall and weighing 21 pounds, automatically made people think he was a baby.
He’d also become more comfortable with who he’d become and how to behave in front of others.
If he accidentally spoke a few words they would celebrate his achievement.
Not much else could go wrong as long as he tried to play the part of a baby without really screwing up in the process.
Besides, right now all Rob really wanted to do was investigate the toys and general commotion that was going on in the daycare.
It seemed doubtful that his actions would be seen as anything else than that of a small baby.
The manager entered the main room for children under the age of two.
As they walked into the center Rob’s eyes grew wide at the spectacle in front of him.
Everything was big and colored bright blue, red, yellow, and green.
It wasn’t the toys that excited him as much as the décor,
the bright colours seemed to attract him and focus his attention.
In retrospect, it did make more sense, he had liked Benny’s blue plastic truck and the bold bright colours did seem more interesting.
As the manager reached to the floor and placed Rob down he broke free of his caretaker’s grip as he ran off into the main room to play with the toys.
He toddled for about 10 steps before he fell forward, he immediately got to his knees and started crawling towards the large pile of toys.
Normally he might have cried at falling on his face
However, there was an exciting and colorful pile of toys waiting for him and nothing seemed more important at this time.
“Now Mrs Leahey, we need to sit down and quickly review Benjamin’s progress along with the payment schedule for the next few months.
It shouldn’t take long but I was hoping we could get the paperwork out of the way today.”
Michelle looked out the window at Rob and showed some hesitance at talking while she watched her youngest son leaving her grasp.
It wasn’t an issue of controlling Rob,
instead it seemed much like the concern and attention she had for Benny.
It was a motherly concern for Rob that made her worry for his safety even though he was in a highly protected, soft, monitored environment.
At first, Rob was so focused on the bright colors and plethora of toys he didn’t notice Benny wasn’t in the room.
He looked around for his son and realized Benny was not there.
All around him were other babies ranging in age from 6 months up to 12 or 13 months.
Almost none of the children were walking, most were on all fours.
He looked around and was unsure where Benny could be.
Then in a moment the blue and red clothing his brother had been wearing flashed across the doorway.
Rob crawled across the room to the doorway where a baby gate had been installed to separate the two rooms.
Once at the gate he used the fence to haul himself up to a standing position.
Looking through the fence he could see all the older children running around and playing with each other.
There he could see groups of children some playing together with the plastic cars and trucks,
while others were playing tag
and a group of young girls were playing house their dolls sitting around a table having tea.
Another thing he noticed was that most of the children were not in diapers!
Some were wearing diapers,
two already had nothing but a diaper and t-shirt since they had probably ruined their pants from an earlier accident.
There were some he thought might be wearing training pants since they seemed to have only a little bulk under their pants, much like Benjamin.
But there were also others who were obviously much older and were beyond the need for toilet training.
Rob slowly turned back to look into his room.
While still holding on to the fence for balance he saw his playmates.
Very few of the babies were playing with each other and most were stacking blocks by themselves or chewing on some toy while drooling all over themselves.
Then there was the constant smell of pee, poo, and baby powder that reminded him of his state.
Rob wanted to play with the big kids, they looked like they were having more fun.
However, the fence was in his way.
He grabbed the gate with both hands and began to shake it.
When it didn’t budge he screamed and shook the gate as hard as he could, still, it did not budge.
Rob’s frustration grew, again he shook the gate while yelling hoping that someone would let him out.
His outburst quickly turned into a temper tantrum, which turned into the cries of an unhappy baby.
He stood there wailing and hoping someone would come to appease him.