Un-Pottytraining: Chapter 3 (sample story)

"Theo, wake up kiddo. If you nap too long you'll never wanna wake up."

Theo's eyes slowly blinked open as Mommy gently stroked his hair.

"There you are," Mommy cooed. "You're sure are a sleepy boy today, aren't you?"

Theo rubbed his eyes groggily as Mommy withdrew her hand to undo the latch on the broad side of his crib. The crisp, metallic clink of the latch opening followed by the mellow scrape of wood on wood met Theo's ears as Mommy gently lowered the crib gate to the floor. Theo continued rubbing his eyes and lethargically stretched his legs beneath his blanket as he reoriented himself to his surroundings. As he stretched, he felt something fuzzy brush his upper thigh. It was his stuffed tiger, who had slipped beneath the covers at some point during his nap. He reached down and pulled the tiger up to his chest, giving it a little hug as he suckled on his pacifier. He looked up at Mommy, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Well don't you look absolutely precious!" she exclaimed. "Hold still." Mommy reached into her pocket, fished out her cell phone, and pointed its camera at Theo. "Smile, baby boy!"

Click, click, click.... The hushed sound of the artificial shutter echoed from Mommy's phone as she took photos from different angles, hoping to adequately capture this perfect moment with her newly converted toddler. Theo's cheeks flushed red as he smiled through his pacifier. He still got embarrassed every time Mommy did this sort of thing, but mixed in with that embarrassment was a deep sense of comfort and contentedness that always compelled him to smile in these situations, no matter how small and babyish Mommy made him feel. Gone were the pressures of growing up, of having to listen to his bladder and his bowels, of worrying about making it to the potty. Now his potty was strapped around his waist--warm, thick, and pillowy.

Mommy finished taking her photos and peeled back Theo's blankets, revealing the blue and white striped onesie Mommy had put him in before nap time. The onesie had the Cookie Monster's face on the chest, which Theo had hated when he first saw it.

"Sesame Street is for babies!" he had whined the first time Mommy had tried to put it on him, the evening after his poopy pull-up accident in the sandbox.

"And you're not a baby?" Mommy asked, inviting Theo into an argument she knew he had no chance of winning.

"No! I'm a big boy!" Theo shot back defiantly.

Mommy rebutted with more questions: "Oh yeah? Do big boys go peepee in their pants?"

Theo looked toward his feet, his cheeks blazing crimson. "No... But--"

Mommy interrupted before Theo had a chance to continue arguing: "And do big boys go poopy in their pants?"

"No, Mommy," Theo replied, realizing there was no way to talk his way out of this.

"And what did you do this morning, Theo?" Mommy pressed sternly.

Theo went quiet, continuing to stare down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with Mommy. The silence lasted only about 10 seconds, but it felt longer, both for Theo and Mommy.

Shoot. Did I go too far? Mommy wondered. She had programmed the hypnosis so that Theo would be responsive to some light humiliation without feeling too much genuine distress. Theo had agreed to that prior to the initial induction. But this being the first time she had conducted such an immersive program, not everything could be expected to go exactly according to plan. One more try, and if it doesn't work, damage control.

"Theo?" Mommy's authoritative voice broke the silence. "Look at Mommy."

Another few seconds of silence. Mommy was growing more apprehensive, but hid it well in her resolve to stay in her role and give Theo a chance to continue to move the scene along. After a few more seconds, just as Mommy was about to shift gears, Theo slowly lifted his eyes and stared up at her timidly. Relieved, Mommy pressed forward.

"What happened this morning, Theo?" Mommy asked again.

"I... I went peepee and poopy in my pants," Theo responded, his cheeks reddening even more.

"And what does it mean when boys go peepee and poopy in their pants?" Mommy continued to press Theo, hoping the shaming would trigger further mental regression, as they had planned.

"They need to wear diapers." Theo replied, looking down at the thick, crinkly, pastel-printed garment Mommy had just wrapped around his nethers.

"And who wears diapers?"

"Babies wear diapers." Theo sounded defeated.

"That's right, Theo." Mommy said, her expression softening to one of satisfaction. She leaned in close and gently patted Theo's diapered crotch. "So what does that mean for you?"

Theo looked back up at Mommy. "I'm a baby, Mommy."

A pleased grin spread across Mommy's face. "Yes, Theo. And--"

"I'm a baby because I still go peepee and poopy in my pants" Theo interrupted Mommy, continuing to proclaim his new baby status unprompted. "I need my diapees so I don't make a mess everywhere."

Even better than expected! Thought Mommy gleefully. She kept things going: "Yes, Theo. Good! And is it okay to be a baby again?"

"Yes, Mommy," Theo replied obediently, seeming to relax a little bit.

"And will Mommy still love and take care of her new baby boy and change his diapers whenever he needs?" Mommy asked warmly.

Theo's face broke into a shy smile. "Yes, Mommy."

"Good boy," Mommy gave Theo's cheek a reassuring pinch and pulled him into a hug. Theo's gently wrapped his arms around Mommy's back and leaned into her, the shame of his failed potty-training fading as he became enveloped by all the pleasant sensations and emotions that came with his newfound babyhood.

Over the several days that had elapsed since that evening, Theo had quickly adjusted to his new role. He had not complained at bedtime when he returned to his bedroom to find that mommy had converted it into a nursery, complete with a crib, a changing table, a shelf full of diapers, a diaper pale, a playpen, and all sorts of stuffed animals and baby toys. Mommy had pulled out all the stops to make the nursery feel as real as possible. The walls were adorned with all sorts of babyish decorations. Paw Patrol posters, Winnie the Pooh decals--it truly looked like a real toddler's room! The diaper pale even had his name stenciled onto it, a testament to Mommy's playful yet detailed-oriented nature. Theo also stopped complaining about his outfits. Whether Mommy wanted to put him in a onesie, a romper, a sleeper, overalls, or just his diaper and a t-shirt, Theo never put up a fuss, no matter how infantile the patterns and designs he was dressed in.

When it came to using his diapers, well, Theo had been honing his craft in that area since before he was put back into them. From the beginning, he had shown no hesitancy with wetting. He had been a little trepidatious when it came time for his first number two since the sandbox accident, but after a little encouragement from Mommy Theo was filling his diapers as with as much carefree abandon as any real two-year-old. Mommy was actually fairly impressed with Theo's ability to stop playing, load his pants, and then continue playing as if nothing had happened. The hypnosis had truly taken hold, and Theo's regression had gone about as well as anyone could have asked for. He was a baby again, and he knew it.

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Theo squirmed as he was hit by the cool spring air that had seeped in through the window during his nap.

"Aww, is someone a little chilly?" Mommy said with a saccharine smile, noticing the goosebumps that developing on Theo's arms and legs where his onesie didn't cover him.

Theo nodded tiredly, continuing to suck on his pacifier.

"Okay sweetie, we'll get you into something a little warmer in a minute here," Mommy replied, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "But first...."

Mommy lifted Theo's right leg and slipped a couple fingers beneath the leg gather of his diaper, which had been peeking out from beneath the crotch of his onesie. She gave the inside of his diaper a quick feel.

"Woah! You're soaked, kiddo!" she exclaimed, feigning surprise. Theo was almost never dry after his naps.

Theo blushed some more, giggled through his pacifier, and hid his face behind his stuffed tiger.

"Silly baby," Mommy teased. "Come on, let's go change your diaper."

Mommy slid a hand beneath Theo's upper back and lifted gently, coaxing him to sit up. Theo obeyed, and once he was upright, Mommy helped him turn and slide out of his crib. Theo had become increasingly uncoordinated as his regression progressed, especially since he had been put back in diapers. The day after the sandbox accident, Mommy had quickly learned she needed to help Theo with any maneuvers that required more than minimal balance in order to avoid bruises and tears. Once Theo's feet were on the floor, he waddled over to the changing table and clumsily swung a leg up over the edge, attempting to climb aboard. Mommy hurried over to the changing table and put a hand on Theo's thickly padded rear, stabilizing him and giving him a boost as he ungracefully hoisted himself upward.

Mommy smirked as she watched Theo struggle to get himself situated on the changing table. His diaper, very visible beneath his onesie, made his bottom look so big and goofy. She loved the way a diaper could completely transform how a grown man like Theo looked. As an adult, Theo was lean, wiry, and athletic. He had always had a bit of a baby face, but in many ways he was quite masculine. Now, dressed in his Cookie Monster onesie, his diaper bulging out prominently in all directions, crinkling loudly as he rolled into place to get ready for his change, any masculinity he had was nowhere in sight. For now, Theo the man was gone. In his place was Theo the clumsy little toddler who loved his toys, stuffed animals, and pacis and still peed and pooped his pants. Mommy, a true dominant, relished this aspect of taking care of boys like Theo. She took great pleasure getting into her boys' heads and slowly stripping away the various layers of masculinity in which they had cloaked themselves over the years. And she took even more pleasure in watching how much they enjoyed it. They, better than anybody, knew how much of a burden masculinity could be. Helping to relieve that burden, even if it was only temporary, was as spiritually and emotionally rewarding as it was psycho-sexually gratifying.

"Tiger, mama!" Theo's words were barely discernible through his pacifier, but it was pretty obvious what he was trying to communicate as he reached his hand out toward his crib. In his haste to get to his diaper change, he'd left behind his favorite changing table companion. Theo liked to have something to play with while he was getting his diaper changed, and his stuffed tiger was almost always his first choice. Mommy smiled sweetly and walked over to the crib to retrieve it for him. As soon as she returned with is, Theo eagerly grabbed the tiger and hugged it to his chest.

"Alright, seems we're ready now, huh?" Mommy remarked as she began fastening the changing table strap around Theo's belly.

"Yay!" Theo exclaimed, kicking his legs and squirming happily.

"Okay kiddo, hold still so we can get that soggy diaper off of you," Mommy commanded as she subdued Theo's legs and began popping the crotch snaps on his onesie.

Seconds later, Theo's onesie was bunched up around his chest and his wet diaper was folded open.

"Oh yes, very wet. Good thing we used a booster!" Mommy said, eliciting a giggle from Theo as she tickled his belly lightly. "Bottoms up!"

Theo obeyed, pulling his knees toward his chest. Mommy expertly grabbed him by the ankles and hoisted, which lifted Theo's bottom off the changing table and allowed Mommy to pull the soggy diaper out from under him. After a few passes with the baby wipes and a couple squirts of baby lotion, Mommy had Theo repeat the procedure. Theo again pulled his knees toward his chest while Mommy hoisted him by the ankles and slid a fresh diaper and stuffer under his bottom. Mommy then lowered his legs and gave his diaper area a thorough dusting of baby powder before folding the diaper over his crotch and taping it up snugly.

"There ya go, all clean!" Mommy proclaimed, lifting Theo's legs again to and tugging at the leg gathers to make sure the diaper was sufficiently tight. "Now hold still one more minute."

Theo did as he was told and contently played with his tiger while Mommy ventured to the closet to pick out his outfit for the day. She settled on a cozy looking pair of sweat pants, light gray with an anchor design on the thigh and an elastic waistband, and blue long-sleeved shirt with the words "Little Sailor" spelled across the chest. Beneath the words was a small print of a cartoon baby in a sailor outfit. This was one of Mommy's favorite outfits to dress Theo in. The baby sailor design was simple yet adorable, and the sweatpants hugged his hips and upper legs in a way that made his diaper bulge especially recognizable. It wasn't a onesie or a pair of overalls, but it achieved the toddler aesthetic all the same.

Outfit in hand, Mommy strode back to the changing table and began guiding Theo's lower half into the sweat pants one leg at a time. Once both his feet were through the leg cuffs, she again hoisted Theo by the feet with one hand and used the other to tug the pants up over his diaper. She then undid the changing table strap and beckoned Theo to sit up.

"Arms up, buddy!" She instructed.

Theo reached for the sky, tiger still in hand. Mommy chuckled and snatched the tiger away from Theo, which elicited a few annoyed whines from the boy as she guided his arms through the sleeves and slipped the shirt over his head and torso. As soon as the shirt was on Theo reached for the tiger, continuing to whine quietly through his pacifier.

"I know, I know," Mommy said comfortingly, handing the tiger back to him.

Theo snatched the tiger back and began climbing down from the changing with Mommy's help. As soon as he was down, broke into a waddly, heavy-footed run over toward his play pen where the rest of his stuffed animals awaited him. Mommy followed.

"Well someone woke up pretty fast, didn't he," Mommy teased as she opened the gate for Theo.

Theo nonchalantly waddled into the playpen, plopped himself on the floor, and began contently playing with his furry friends. Mommy smiled. Happiest baby in town! And the biggest, she thought to herself.

"Have fun kiddo! Dinner will be in a couple hours," Mommy said before turning and walking toward the door. She barely made it to the hallway before she heard Theo's call back to her.

"Mommy, look!"

Mommy humored her little one, returning to the doorway. "Wow! Look at you!" she said with the type of exaggerated excitement people often use when speaking to toddlers.

Theo had wriggled his way into the mountain of stuffed animals that had been waiting for him in the playpen, burying himself up to his neck. His pacifier was laying on the ground in front of the mountain, perhaps having tumbled out of his mouth when he had called to Mommy. A dopey, self-satisfied grin was was plastered across his face.

Mommy chuckled. "Stay there a second, kiddo." She walked over to the playpen, picked up the pacifier, and popped it into Theo's mouth. "There! The cherry on top of the stuffie Sunday!"

Theo smiled sweetly and reached two hands through the walls of his fuzzy fortress, presenting Mommy with a small stuffed teddy bear.

"Is this for me??" Mommy gasped, putting her hand to her chest melodramatically.

Theo nodded vigorously.

"That's so cute, I'm gonna have to tickle you for it," Mommy replied with a devilish grin.

Theo's eyes widened as Mommy plunged her hands into the pile and grabbed at his sides. His pacifier again fell from his mouth as he began howling with laughter, arms and legs flailing about and causing the walls of Mount Stuffie to crumble to the floor. The playpen quickly became a whirlwind of giggles, gasps, diaper crinkles, and little puffs of baby powder as Theo succumbed to the power of Mommy's fingertips.

It wasn't until about a minute later that Mommy finally relented, noticing that all the commotion had caused Theo's pants to slip down toward his knees, exposing his diaper.

"Okay bud," she laughed. "That's enough silliness for one afternoon. Mommy's gotta go get some work done before dinner."

Theo attempted to stand up but was quickly thwarted by his fallen pants. As he got to his knees and lifted a leg to put a foot on the floor, he tripped and fell forward, catching himself  with his hands. Now on all fours, he looked up at Mommy for help. Mommy smirked and coaxed him back into a kneeling position before tugging the waistband of Theo's pants up over his diaper and giving a couple playful pats on the bottom.

"Alright crinklebutt, can you play nice and quietly until dinnertime?" she asked a little more seriously, clearly expecting obedience.

"Yes, Mommy," Theo replied sitting back on his haunches as Mommy went to retrieved his escaped pacifier.

"Good," Mommy said as she inserted it back into Theo's mouth, hoping it might mellow him out a bit. Then she had another idea. "I know! How about you play with Mr. Tiger some more." Mommy turned back toward the collapsed pile of stuffed animals and searched for Theo's little companion. She found it after a few seconds. "There he is!"

She turned around to hand the tiger to Theo, but he didn't reach out for it like she expected him to.

"What's the matter Theo? Are you bored of him already?" she asked, concerned she might have done something to upset him.

Theo stared back blankly for a couple seconds before Mommy noticed a mischievous smile forming beneath his pacifier.

"What is it, buddy?" Mommy asked, still confused.

She had an answer to her a couple seconds later when Theo stooped over and started grunting. Palms on the floor, eyes squinted with concentration, it was clear that Theo had a substantial mess in the works. Mommy stifled a chuckle as she watched Theo perform his toddler duty (dooty?). It must have been close to 20 seconds before Theo finally finished. With one final grunt, he deposited the last of his load into his diaper and sat up straight again. Then, as if nothing had happened, he reached his arms out toward Mommy and beckoned for his tiger, expecting playtime to continue.

"Theo..." Mommy said in a playfully stern tone.

Theo continued to stare up at Mommy as if nothing had happened, his arms still outstretched, waiting for his tiger to be handed back to him.

"Did you just make a stinky in your diaper?" Mommy asked, putting her hands on her hips and adding more mock crossness to her tone.

Theo brought his hands down to his lap and clasped his fingers together coyly. "Uh-uh..." he mumbled through his pacifier, pleading not-guilty.

"Is that so? Well, I think we should still check your diaper just to be sure," Mommy responded, smirking again.

Theo looked away thoughtfully, appearing to be formulating some sort of plan. After a couple seconds, he again locked eyes with Mommy and the deviant smile he'd had on before returned to his face. "No!" He shouted before attempting crawl briskly toward the playpen gate to make his escape.

But Mommy, experienced veteran that she was, was too quick. Just as Theo made it to the gate, she stooped down, wrapped an arm around his lower belly, and pulled him into a firm hold against her legs. Theo giggled and squirmed as Mommy knelt behind him, maintaining a firm grip over her little stinker.

"No no Theo, nobody leaves the playpen without a diaper check!" she said playfully, tugging back the waistband of Theo's diaper to peek inside. "It certainly smells like a full diaper...."

At this point, Mommy knew the diaper check was all for show. She had seen the grunting, and now the familiar scent of Theo's dirty diapers had begun to permeate the playpen area. She was only proceeding with the diaper check because she liked putting Theo in his place, and because she knew he liked it too.

"Yep, that's a poopy diaper alright!" Mommy teased as she peered into Theo's pants. "Good thing you're not in your undies anymore."

Theo giggled. "Hehehe, I made a stinky diaper! I made a stinky diaper!" he sang through his pacifier, stomping his feet in a clumsy dance.

Wow, he's really deep into his trance now. Deeper than I've ever seen him go. Or anyone, for that matter, Mommy thought to herself as her boy loudly and gleefully proclaimed to the world that he had just pooped his pants.

Mommy released Theo from her grasp but held onto his arm so he couldn't run away. "Yes, Theo, that's what babies like you do, isn't it? And right after we we put you in a fresh diaper too," she chided, maintaining her playful tone.

Theo turned around and looked up at Mommy, his the red returning to his cheeks as Mommy once more reminded him of his lack of control. "Does that mean its time for my diaper change again?" he asked shyly.

Mommy let out another amused chuckle and handed Theo his tiger. "What do you think, stinkypants?"

THE END