Two Again: Chapter 1 (sample story)

Morning. Cody knew it before he opened his eyes. He could feel the light shining through the curtains, casting faint shadows over his crib while he dozed. As he rolled over onto his side, his senses came back to him one by one: The large shield of his pacifier pressed firmly against his lips, the fleece onesie tightly hugging his body, the teddy bear resting snugly under his arm, and, of course, the plump diaper wrapped comfortably around his nether regions.

An extra layer at bedtime. Daddy had implemented that rule the third night of Cody’s stay. After Cody’s diaper leaked the first two nights, Daddy had decided that his heavy wetter would need two diapers plus a booster overnight instead of the usual one diaper, one booster combination he wore during the day. Cody didn’t mind this rule. Thick diapers were cozy to sleep in, and he was especially enjoying the comfort they provided this morning. The additional padding also made it easier for Cody to use his diapers in bed. His first few nights with Daddy, Cody had found it surprisingly difficult to pee while laying in his crib, and the fear of leaking certainly didn’t help matters. It wasn’t until his seventh night at Daddy’s house that Cody was able to wet his diaper at night without having to sit up first. Now, having been un-potty-trained for almost a month, and trusting his thicker bedtime diapers to keep his sheets dry, peeing laying down was practically second nature to Cody. Recently, he had even begun to wet in his sleep. Third night in a row, Cody thought, pleased with himself, as he became aware of the dampness in his crotch. Few things made him feel more Little than waking up wet. For a real toddler, a soggy diaper in the morning was a near daily experience, and it was starting to become so for Cody as well.

As Cody rolled over again, this time to lie on his stomach, he realized his bladder wasn’t finished. He let loose without a second thought, savoring the feeling of wet warmth gently spreading from his genitals down to his lower crotch. Cody started to suckle on his pacifier, a reflex that tended to kick in when he was feeling particularly Little. His “binkies,” as he and Daddy called them, had become some of his most treasured possessions over the last few weeks. Daddy, a retired engineer, had made them in his shop using his 3D printer and surprised Cody with them on the first day of his stay. They were much bigger than the Nuk 5 pacifiers Cody typically preferred, which had taken some getting used to, but over time Cody grew to love how small his new binkies made him feel. He found a strange satisfaction with the way they filled his mouth and completely covered up his lips, much the same way a real toddler’s pacifier would. He had grown so fond of them, in fact, that he had begun to feel somewhat out of sorts if he didn’t have one in.

“I guess you are a little boy again if you can’t go a couple hours without your binky,” Daddy had teased the first time Cody timidly told him he missed his pacifier. He has a point, Cody remembered thinking as Daddy popped the teat into his mouth.

The faint sound of his nursery door creaking open snapped Cody out of his reverie. He listened calmly as the floor creaked slowly beneath soft footsteps. Daddy always took extra care to wake Cody gently. He knew toddlers didn’t like to be woken suddenly, especially not toddlers like Cody, who had never been much of a morning person and seemed to prefer a more mellow start to his day.

“You awake little buddy?” Cody heard as he felt Daddy’s hand tenderly pat the poofy padding around his rear, which had been peeking out from beneath his blankets. He rolled over onto his back and opened his eyes. There Daddy was, leaning over him with a calm smile tingeing his lips. Though it was a sight he’d seen every day for over three weeks now, Cody still found himself amazed by how Daddy seemed to tower over him when he was in his crib. Well... not just in his crib. Daddy was one of the tallest people Cody knew, standing at a robust 6’6” compared to Cody’s measly 5’4”. At 54-years-old, he was also significantly older than Cody, who was just a few months shy of 20 and, in truth, looked a few years younger than his actual age. His slight stature, round face, light hazel eyes, and wispy, golden-blond hair contrasted starkly with Daddy’s imposing build, sharp features, dark eyes, and graying black hair. From the time they first met, he had made Cody feel tiny, and the effect was magnified when Cody was in Little mode.

“How’s that diaper of yours doing this morning? Do I need to change you before breakfast?” Daddy asked softly. It was a rhetorical question. Daddy knew Cody would need a new diaper, just as he did every morning.

“Ah adde om eely oet,” Cody babbled through his pacifier.

“Sorry kiddo,” Daddy said, smirking. “I can’t understand you when your binky’s in.” Daddy reached down and plucked the pacifier from Cody’s mouth. “Now what were you trying to say?”

“Yes Daddy, my diapee is weally wet,” Cody said drowsily. Did I just say weally? It was almost as if he was losing the ability to control his Little speak. Especially lately, small episodes like this had grown more and more frequent. At first, Cody had to compel himself to talk like a toddler in front of Daddy. Now, it just happened. And while it still made him blush a little, Cody was pleased to see that his regression was truly taking hold.

“Yep, that’s a soggy diaper alright!” Cody glanced down to find that Daddy had pulled back his blankets and poked a finger beneath the leg cuff of his diaper. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Daddy slid the crib’s side railing down and coaxed Cody out. As his feet hit the floor, Cody took Daddy’s hand and began to waddle his way toward the changing table. It was then that Cody realized just how wet his diaper was. It had been thick the night before, but now it had swollen to the point where Cody likely couldn’t close his legs if he tried.

“Look at you, you little supersoaker,” Daddy teased playfully as he helped Cody onto the changing table. “You weren’t kidding; you’re practically dripping! Thank goodness for that extra night-night diaper.”

Cody nodded sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. Daddy had the uncanny ability to be both passively demeaning and nurturing at the same time. It never failed to stir Cody’s Little feelings.

Daddy motioned for Cody to lay down and began undoing the snaps on his onesie. Once finished, he lifted Cody’s legs and pushed the onesie up toward his chest. As Cody looked down and took in the sight of his now exposed diaper, he heard a faint buzzing noise coming from Daddy’s direction. Daddy slid his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.

“Ah shoot, gotta take this,” Daddy said. He strode over to the crib and brought back Cody’s pacifier and teddy bear. Hurriedly, he fastened the changing table’s restraint strap over Cody’s chest, popped the pacifier into Cody’s mouth, and placed the teddy bear in Cody’s outstretched arms. “Okay kiddo, stay here and don’t make a fuss. Daddy will be back to change your diaper in a few minutes.”

Daddy exited the nursery and went downstairs to take his call. Cody glanced to his right at the large mirror next to the changing table. It was one of several Daddy had installed in the nursery after he noticed Cody furtively checking out his reflection in the living room windows on the second night of his stay.

“Pretty cute, huh?” Daddy had said with a wry smile.

It was true. Cody had been wearing one of his favorite outfits--chestnut brown corduroy shortalls with Tigger’s face on the bib over a solid orange t-shirt that featured all the main Winnie the Pooh characters. It was the first time he had seen his reflection since his stay with Daddy had begun, and he was astonished at how infantile he looked. The way the colors of his onesie and shortalls complemented each other, the adorable Winnie the Pooh theme, and, most of all, the way the shortalls hugged his waist and hips just tight enough to show off the bulge of his diaper underneath. Cody was similarly mesmerized now, gazing at himself lying on the changing table, sucking on his binky, cuddling his teddy bear, his onesie bunched up under his chin, the rest of his body nude except for the very obviously wet diaper still taped around his waist. That’s me now, Cody thought of his reflection. I’m not 19 anymore. I’m a toddler. I have a wet diaper. I’m laying on my changing table in a wet diaper waiting for Daddy to come change me. I’m a little toddler who still needs his diapers.

As Cody’s little thoughts started to swirl, he suddenly felt a strange compulsion. He clumsily lifted his legs into the air and grabbed his toes with both hands, hearing his diaper crinkle softly as he moved. Again he glanced toward the mirror, observing the way the crotch and bottom of his diaper lay slumped against the changing table below, tinted a musty yellow, again reminding him of what he’d done to it. Perhaps it was the adult part of his brain realizing how silly he looked, or perhaps it was the sheer contentment of his current situation, but for some reason Cody began to giggle. A little at first, and then a lot. He kicked his legs and squirmed as the giggle monster took hold. This made his diaper rustle louder, causing him to giggle even more. By the time Daddy finished his call and returned to the nursery, Cody was a wiggling mess of laughs, smiles, and diaper crinkles.

“Looks like someone’s getting a little restless, eh?” Daddy cooed, taking a moment to tickle Cody’s belly. “Alright, you’ve been wet long enough. Let’s get you a fresh diaper.”

“Yay! New diapee!” Cody tried to exclaim through his pacifier, though it ended up sounding like gibberish.

Daddy swiftly and expertly tore the tapes off the front Cody’s diaper and unfolded it. He then hoisted Cody’s legs in the air with one hand and used the other to snatch the diaper out from under Cody’s bottom. Setting the old diaper aside, he took a few seconds to wipe Cody’s nether regions clean before grabbing a new diaper and a booster from the shelf beneath the changing table. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Daddy had Cody lotioned, powdered, and padded, ready to begin the day.

Short and sweet, Cody thought. Daddy had changed Cody at least three to four times a day over the last three weeks, and the whole procedure now ran like clockwork. Whether Cody was wet, poopy, or both, his diaper changes rarely lasted more than five minutes these days. Cody had come to relish the normality of it all. As pleasurable as diaper changes were, the idea that they were now just as quick and routine for him as they would be for a real toddler made Cody feel as though he’d ventured a step or two beyond mere role play. No longer did he feel like a grown man just pretending to be a toddler. With the freedom to use his diapers without concern, knowing Daddy expected him to do so and would happily have him cleaned up and ready to go in minutes, he was now truly living the toddler life.

“Time for breakfast!” Daddy chirped after he rolled up Cody’s soaked diaper and tossed it in the oversized diaper pail at the foot of the changing table. He undid the chest strap and beckoned Cody to sit up and raise both arms. Cody obeyed, allowing Daddy to pull his onesie off before he helped him off the changing table. On warm days like this, Daddy often wouldn’t dress Cody fully until after breakfast so that he wouldn’t get food on his clothes.

Once Cody was on his feet, Daddy reached down to grab the teddy bear out of his arms, figuring it would get in the way of Cody’s eating.

Cody had other ideas. “Mmm-mmm!” he exclaimed when he saw what Daddy was trying to do. He turned and clutched the bear against his chest, glaring at Daddy with the poutiest expression he could muster. Daddy’s first thought was to give Cody a stern lecture on obedience, but there was something about Cody’s face this morning. His little furled brow, his big green eyes, the big, goofy pacifier protruding from his mouth. He looked so… cute. He’s really deep in Little space right now, Daddy mused. Never had he seen him look and act so childish. Why spoil the little guy’s morning.

“Okay Cody, you can bring Mr. Teddy Bear with you,” Daddy said warmly.

“Yay yay yay!” Cody shouted through his pacifier, hopping from one foot to the other gleefully. He then turned and ran cloddishly out of the room the way an excited two-year-old might, waddling as he went, his diapered bottom wiggling awkwardly.

Daddy smiled to himself. He’s almost all the way there.