Well I finally got this one finished. Basically it's my ideal regression story. It's not a furry one but Babyfur is the closest category it fits in. Basically Willy goes from High School Senior to a diapered baby. Hope ya enjoy.

And here it is in text form.

Willy’s Regression.

Hello there I’m William. Call me Willy. I’m 19. Although you wouldn’t know it to look at me now. Thanks to the AR virus I’ve been reduced to one year of age physically. Kind of ironic considering I’m a Teen Baby. I guess that’s why I adapted to it without as much trouble as others. Well now to recount my story. Lets start at the beginning.

It was a bright day out. It was August 17th and I had gotten into the school routine. I was 17 at the time. I got up with a yawn and trudged to the bathroom and took a leak and brushed my teeth. As I did I noticed that thin mustache was gone and I hadn’t shaved in days. I shrugged it off though and went about the rest of my morning routine and went to school. I didn’t mind it. I talked to my friends and for the second half of the day I went to a career training place not too far from the school. I was taking the computer course there and doing alright.

Now half way through the class at the center we get a break. So that means most of us surfing around online while we sent one guy over to the other building to get some snacks that we’d all given him money for. Now so far I’d heard nothing about an Age Regression Virus but this was the day I found out. When I went online to a news site I saw the story about it on the front page of the site displayed boldly. I told the others in the class and we all read the article looking at the oddity of it. The article told how the virus reverted it’s victims and fed off of the materials being discarded during the process. The Virus couldn’t be removed from the body but according to the article it eventually subsided at certain points. The physical rang at which it stopped went from eight years old to three months old. It stated that because the virus would always be with the subject that further aging would never occur. However it was found that only 5% of people here susceptible to it. I read the article not yet thinking about my missing facial hair yet. I was captivated by the article. It even showed a photo record of one man’s regression.

After break we all went back to work. Needless to say being a TB I was still thinking about it as I worked. After a while though the school day came to an end and I headed home luckily with no homework. I went home and watched some TV and got online. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who’d heard of the AR virus that day. All the AB and babyfurr message boards were buzzing. I got on my messenger and decided to chat with a friend about it. We were both interested in it and going over lots of stuff about it. We both kidded around saying we wished we’d get it. Course little did I know then that I was getting my wish.

I went about my little nightly ritual got ready for bed with thoughts of the AR virus in my head. It’s no wonder I dreamt about it. It was a weird dream. I was constantly getting younger through out it. It started off as I am now and eventually worked down to just over one year old. It was kind of trippy. I woke up the next morning with a yawn. I got out of bed and stretched. As I did this I noticed my pant leggs seemed a little longer then they were. I was now stepping on a good two inches worth of them. I noticed my night shirt seemed a bit baggy too. I shrugged it off and headed out to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Willy is that one of your dad’s shirts?” My mom asked as I walked out to the kitchen.

“No. It’s the same night shirt I usually wear.” I told her. As I sat down for breakfast.

“Well it seems bigger then usual.” Mom commented.

“Yeah I know. Same with my pants. They seem longer then usual.” I told mom and then showed her.

“Well they must have expanded in the wash or something.” Mom said. I nodded and agreed with her and went about eating breakfast without much of a second thought to it. Later that day I noticed all my cloths seemed just a little big. Shrugged it off but over the next few days we noticed that it wasn’t my cloths that were getting bigger but that I was getting smaller. Needless to say we were all worried and made an appointment with the doctor to find out.

I was on pins and needles was we drove to the doctor’s the next day. My mind was racing with the possibilities of this. On one hand I was excited about this but on the other I was scared as well. I mean I’d stuck at what ever age I bounced for the rest of my life. We got out and went into the hospital for my appointment. The doc examined my cloths and took my height and weight. He also took a blood sample which made me cringe. The doctor told me that it was most likely I did have the AR virus but we wouldn’t know for sure until tomorrow. We drove home silently and started to make some plans for the worst.

I didn’t sleep so well that night. I was pretty sure what the doctor was going to say. The next day I noticed my cloths were a bit baggier as usual. I went to school and decided to tell my friends that I might have that AR virus. They were all sympathetic and said they hoped I didn’t have it. I went though he rest of the school day drifting on thoughts of what might be soon. My dad picked me up from school that day as usual. I did have my License already but no car so dad still drove me places a lot.

“So dad what were the results from the doctor.” I asked him a bit nervously. Dad sighed heavily.

“Results came back positive sport. I’m sorry. But me and your mom will be there for you the whole way so don’t you worry about that Alright. We’ll find our way through this.” Dad said and put a hand on my shoulder. Usually people say words like that don’t help much but well call me simple but they helped for me.

The next few days were pretty busy. I told everyone that we now knew for sure I had the AR Virus. They were all supportive and sympathetic. I also spent a while with my mom going shopping as well for my new wardrobes. We got cloths in all sizes. So I’d always have something that fit as I regressed. I have to admit though it was a little unnerving picking out baby cloths for myself. All I could do was cross my fingers and hope that I’d bounce before I’d need them.

Now by this time I had regressed to about 15 or 14 years old. So I had lost a good seven inches of height and seemed to keep loosing more by the day. But I didn’t feel so bad about it. After the talk with dad in the car I felt better. I went about my task that evening as usual before. I laid back in my bed watching some late night TV seeing as it was a Friday so I didn’t need to worry about getting up for school. However long I would still be going to school. The doctor recommended that once I went down to 12 that I should probably pull out. I had to agree with him. I mean how awkward would it be to see a kid younger then that in a high school? I mean can you picture an 8 year old taking those classes? I know I couldn’t. Well it wasn’t long though before I turned off my TV and fell asleep.

While I slept I had a odd dream. Well it was more of a memory. One of the earliest I could recall. It was a winter day and I was somewhere between one and two years old. We were getting ready to head out to the store to do some shopping. Mom’s never been one to get out of the house all that often during the winter. As we walked out to the car though I stopped part way and squatted. As I did my bladder and bowels cut loose into the diaper I was wearing. A wave of pleasure washed over me as I went and I smiled. Dad turned around and saw this. He smiled and picked me up.

“Guess somebody’s gonna need a change before we head out.” He said as he carried me back in side. I of course giggled and hugged him as I felt my bladder empty a bit more into the diaper.

At this point is when I started to wake up and feel a wet spot under me. I pulled the covers back and looked down and saw that my shorts were soaked along with the bed beneath me. I groaned. I hadn’t wet the bed in a few years. Not since I was….14. Well that explains this. I thought with a sigh. I remembered back and well I guess I’d have to do something about this. I had been a bed wetter up until I was 14 with barely a dry night. I got up and changed and took the sheets to the wash room.

“Willy what are you doing with your sheets?” Mom asked as she saw me walking down the hall with them.

“I’m taking them to the wash room mom.” I said with a sigh and then continued. “I wet the bed last night.”

“Oh dear. Well I guess this will be the first of many.” Mom said. “Don’t worry about it though Willy you can’t help it.” Mom told me as she put a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah I know mom.” I said cheering up a bit. The TB side of me looked on the bright side that this would likely mean I’d start wearing GoodNites again.

“We’ll stop by the store today and pick up a package of goodnites.” Mom said as if on cue or reading my mind. I nodded and then stuffed the sheets in the washer and went out to the kitchen for some breakfast.

After breakfast me and mom got around and went out to the car to head to the store. Usually mom doesn’t go out much but dad was at work and I guess she wanted to spend some quality time with me. I didn’t mind. She wasn’t the embarrassing type. It wasn’t too long before we arrived at the store. Wal-Mart in this case. We walked inside, grabbed a cart, and went to the baby section where the Goodnites were. There were also of course plenty of diapers in the section too. Mom got me a package of each size GoodNites and then did the same with training pants and two sizes of diapers. Size 7s which were new and size 6s. My heart was fluttering and the TB inside me was excited about the idea of wearing those. But I was worried about people seeing me with my mom and all those well for all purposes they’re all diapers. I looked at her uncertainly.

“I thought we’d stock up now sweetie. We don’t know exactly what age you’ll bounce at and we may well need these.” Mom told me. Well she was right.

“Alright mom.” I said trying to stifle a bit of excitement but my voice sort of faltered. That’s when mom did something I didn’t expect. She grabbed a package of pacifiers from the shelf. I looked at her in disbelief at this. She also got another package of GoodNites in my current size.

“Sweetie I know already. I found that note.” Mom told me. My heart stopped. Two months ago I was debating on wither or not to tell my folks about me being a TB. I went as far as writing a note and printing it out. But I couldn’t go through with it so I stuffed the node between two of my DVDs. Why I didn’t just throw it out is beyond me.

“Uu…Um…what note?” I asked trying to keep composure but once again my voice was cracking a bit.

“The note you printed about liking these.” Mom said nodding her head towards the diapers in the isle. “I found the note a month before this started when I was cleaning your room. I’m not mad. I don’t completely understand it but you’re my baby. I guess in more ways then I thought before.” At this point I was tearing up a bit. I didn’t expect mom to be this supportive of this. It was, and I know this is cliché and corny but, it was like a dream come true. Mom gave me a hug as we stood there. I smiled at her.

“Thanks mom.” I said sounding like the little kid I’d most likely become. Mom just smiled and we went to pay for our things. Mom used one of the automated check out lines.

“Would you like to put one on now?” Mom asked me quietly as she put a package of GoodNites to be scanned. I blushed but nodded. Mom smiled in that mom way. You know the smile. It’s the ‘I knew you would like that idea’ smile.

After paying for everything we walked to the restrooms and mom pulled a GoodNite out of the package and handed it to me discretely. I went inside and into a stall. I took down my pants and slipped out of them and then my underwear. I tentatively put one foot into the GoodNites and then the other. I then pulled them up and into place. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was. Physically back at age 14 and putting a GoodNites on in the men’s room stall of Wal-Mart. I smiled to myself and got my pants back on. First however I took a leak. No not in the GoodNites but in the toilet. I had a bit of fun and pretended I was being potty trained had just gone in the potty successfully. After that I pulled my pants back up and fastened them and went back out to mom. She smiled at me and we walked out to the car.

“Hey Sweetie. What do you say we do a bit more shopping this morning and then eat out for lunch.” Mom asked me with a smile. I liked the idea of that. Odds are we’d be eating at McDonals or Burger King which I liked.

“Sure mom that sounds like a good way to kill a morning.” I told her as we got the bags in the car.

With that we went back inside Wal-Mart to do some more shopping. We got a few things for the house although most of it was window shopping. Looking around at stuff and just talking. I hadn’t spent quality time like that with mom for a while and well it felt nice. Aside from some stuff for the house mom let me get a few things. A new DVD. It was Interview with The Vampire. I’d seen the movie once on TV but not all the way through. So I knew I’d like it. The second thing I got was a nicely sized stuffed animal. I didn’t have to many from when I was a kid and I really liked this one. I was a stuffed Liger. A combination of my two favorite animals.

Well it wasn’t too long before we finished shopping and noon approached. So we went once again through the self check out and then got in the car and headed off for Burger King. I smiled as we drove. So far this had been a pretty good day aside from the cold, wet start. Before too long we arrived at the Burger King and made our orders. I got my usual. Two double hamburgers only ketchup, Large fry and a Large Soda. Mom got the chicken sandwich meal. We sat down to eat our meal and talked for a while. Before to long we were finished with our food and ready to head back home.

I sat back in the car on the way home listening to the radio and reflecting on the day so far. It’d turned out to be the best day I’d had in a long time. That made me smile. On the way home however the large soda was making it’s presence known in my bladder. I had to go and the need was building. I knew I could hold it till we got home but on the other hand I was wearing a GoodNite. I wasn’t sure though if I wanted to wet it. On one hand sure I’d done it before but it was different then cuz I knew I could control it and now it wouldn’t be too long before I’d be wearing diapers wither it was my choice or not. But on the other hand it is something I liked and well might as well make the most of it. So with that I just relaxed and let my bladder empty into the GoodNites. I sighed with relief as I did.

It wasn’t too long before we arrived home. Mom helped me take the bags to my room and I got them all organized. I looked over them with a half smile. I sat down at my computer and got online for a while. I still hadn’t changed out of the wet GoodNite. By my estimate it could still hold another wetting. So I read some stuff online and such. I then got an idea. Why not keep a photo record of my regression. Of course seeing as I had diapers for all the ages I’d go through I figured I’d wear one for each picture. So I got my pants off, set up my camera and took the first picture. Once that was done I sat back and continued doing my online stuff wetting the GoodNite a little here and there. Finally I got offline and took off the wet GoodNite and tossed it into my garbage can, which did have a lid to contain any odors.

I then got my PJs around and got ready for bed. My night time routine was just like it was when I was 14 the first time. So on went the fresh GoodNite and then the rest of my PJs. I then went out to the kitchen to get myself something to drink. I always woke up a bit thirsty in the night and in the morning. Dad was in the living room watching TV. Mom it appeared had already gone to bed.

“Hey champ so how was your day?” Dad asked me as I came back with my soda. Yeah I like something with caffeine in it in the morning.

“It was alright. I went shopping with mom to get some essentials.” I told dad. I wasn’t sure if he knew about the note too or not.

“Well that’s good champ. Ya know you kind of lucky. This is a kind of fantasy that a lot of people might like to live out. So don’t look at it in a bad light. Take advantage of it to it’s fullest. Little champ.” Dad said smiling. I blushed a bit. Dad hadn’t called me “Little Champ.” In years. I guess he already knew about the note.

“I will dad. And thanks.” I told him before heading off back to my room. I laid back in bed watching TV for a few hours before I turned it off and fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up with a wet GoodNite as I had expected. I knew I’d probably be dealing with them again for quite some time to come. I got up and got changed out of the wet GoodNite and into my cloths for the day. The rest of the day and went fairly smoothly. I noticed however that the cloths I were currently wearing were starting to get a bit baggy and knew I’d have to size down by tomorrow. The day came and went and once again I fund myself getting a GoodNite on as I climbed into bed. Tomorrow was a school day and I wanted my rest. I knew I probably didn’t have to many school days left now.

That morning I woke up just like the previous and changed out of my wet GoodNites. I got dressed and looked at myself in the Mirror. I was about 12 now. I sighed. I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I had to stop school. Well I got my cloths around and got dressed. I went to school that day and everybody commented on how much younger I looked. It was somewhat disheartening that I had to look up at all of them now.

Over the Next two Days I kept regressing and at this point I was about 10, maybe 9, years old. It was at this point I was told that I wouldn’t have to keep attending school. I sighed and told my friends goodbye that last day and most of them said they’d try to visit me when they could. Frankly I’m not sure how I felt about that but I told them thanks all the same. I started now to spend my days at home with mom. We fell into some old habits from when I was little. Like her tucking me in and such. It wasn’t too bad.

By this point I was starting to get a bit small for the GoodNites and sighed as I had to switch to the night time Pull-Ups mom had bought me. I looked down at them with a sigh. Part of me was happy to wear them but another part was a bit sad that I was moving down the ladder so to speak. I climbed into bed and hugged the Liger plushy mom bought me that day. I’d taken to sleeping with him. And just recently I started to use one of the pacifiers she bought me at night. Age wise now I’d say I had hit six. I knew what would soon come.

The next day was much like the day before starting with me once again changing myself. As always I was wet. Today was a bit different though because I had just sized out of plane white briefs. The ones I had now had lots of different cartoon designs on them. I looked though them and put on the digimon ones. I had to admit I did like them. Digimon was one of my favorite shows. I got on a digimon tshirt and took a pic of myself for my regression record. After that I pulled on some kaki shorts and went out to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Morning sweetie.” Mom said as I got up into my chair.

“Morning mom.” I said with a smile. Dad then sat down at the table.

“Morning Champ.” He said with a smile and ruffled my hair like he used to do. I smiled. Mom sat breakfast out on the table for us. Toast, bacon, and OJ. “I’ve got the day off. Want to go with me to run some errands?”

“Sure dad. It’d be nice to get out for a while.” I said smiling. I was a bit curious to see what it would be like to walk around with my diminished age. Last time I left the house was a few days about when I was physically 9. So I was curious.

After breakfast I grabbed my hat and shoes and met dad at the door. Just looking at me like this was sort of like an advertisement of shorts My had was a digimon one too. It had Augumon on it and a little pocket on the side. My shoes were also Digimon. So I was basically a walking billboard for them. Oh well. I followed my dad out to the car and climbed in. He turned on the radio to the station I liked and we pulled out. I smiled as we drove long. It sure was different seeing the world from the perspective of a 6 year old again. Our first stop was the post office to mail out a few bills. After that we drove to the local Wal-Mart to do a bit of shopping.

We walked through the store talking a bit. We stopped here and there to grab something that dad needed. Basically some office supply stuff. We also stopped back where all the outdoors yard stuff is. Now it was at this point the tall glass of OJ from breakfast started to kick in and I had to go. I tried to hold it though till my dad was done looking at all the stuff. However I was having difficulty and it started to show. I guess dad noticed.

“You OK champ?” He asked me.

“Yeah I just gotta go to the bathroom.” I told him. Dad nodded.

“Alright then lets get you to a rest room.” Dad said taking my hand and lead me out of the out doors section. However we had a ways to go. The Bathrooms were all the way on the other side of the store.

This might be a good time to mention my potty captablilities as of late and of when I was this age the first time. You see when I was younger I didn’t exactly have the strongest bladder in the world. As I have been regressing my toileting skills are matching my apparent age. Which means at this age I had to go to the bathroom about once every hour and a half.

Anyway we were now about half way to the bathroom and I was now having some very real difficulty holding it and I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it. We soon neared the restrooms by my now regressed bladder could take no more and emptied. I froze in place unable to stop the stream of pee from darkening my shorts and running down my leg. My face during this whole thing was beat red with embarrassment and to be honest I was near tears. I hadn’t had an accident like this for a long time. Frankly I knew I’d have one eventually but I didn’t expect it to be somewhere quite so public. Dad put a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s alright Champ you couldn’t help it.” Dad said comfortingly. With that he lead me back to the restroom discretely. He tried to dry the front of my pants off as best as possible. But it didn’t really help. “Well I don’t think we can get that out. Come on I’ve got an idea.”

With that dad lead me to the near by children/baby section. He picked up a pair of shorts for me and a small sample pack of Pull-Ups. You know a small pack that only had two in there. With that he took me back to the restroom which adjoined the lay way area. He paid for the things there and we went into the bathroom and he helped me change out of my wet shorts and undies. I then pulled on the Pull-Ups and new shorts. I sighed. Odds are these would be my undergarment of choice for the next few days or less.

Well after that we left the store and got in the car. I was still a bit upset about this incident and well dad could tell. He turned the radio on to my favorite station for me and offered to stop at Burger King for lunch. It worked. Yup what can I say the promise of fast food always chases away a bit of sadness. After a short while we arrived there and made our orders. Dad got the Whopper meal. This time figured since I was physically so young no one would give a second thought to me ordering the kid’s meal. I was right.

Once our orders were up Dad carried the tray to a booth with me in toe. I climbed up, sat down and grabbed my food happily. It really did feel like being a little kid again. Heck I was even excited about the cheap little plastic toy in the kid’s meal. I could see dad smiling. I guess he missed days like this too. Although I wonder what kind of days we’d have if I bounced at say 8 months. I just crossed my fingers and hoped I’d bounce sooner.

After a while of eating we had both nearly finished and were talking. Mainly about movies and such. Dad was thinking about maybe getting out a lot of our favorites tonight and having a little movie marathon. That sounded good to me. My family’s big on movies. We’ve got Action, Comedy, and truck loads of SciFi and Horror. Mom’s even got her little collection of romantic movies. We even have a catch phrase for our vaste collection. “If we don’t have it. You don’t need it!”

After he finally finished eating dad took the tray with all the garbage to the Garbage. He suggested we use the bathroom before we leave. I knew the suggestion was more for me but I had to agree with it. So we went off to the men’s room and I went in the stall and did my business. I checked my Pull-Up. The dry Signs were still there so no leakage. After that we washed our hands , went out to the car and went home.

At home I spent most of the rest of the afternoon in my room on my computer or watching something on TV. I took another picture or two of myself to add to my regression album. I talked with some friends online about my day. Some of them I even video chatted with. Although the chats were interrupted on a regular basis due to my needing to use the bathroom just about every hour. At one point I kept on talking and holding off longer then I should have and my bladder finally said enough and I wet the Pull-Up. Well not just wet but flooded it. I paused the chat and got up. I opened a pack of my Pull-Ups mom had bought for me and got out a fresh one. I took down my shorts and then stepped out of the soaked Pull-Ups. The Dry signs were completely gone on them. I got a fresh one on and put my shorts back on as well. I then finished chatting with my friend.

After a while I heard dad call from the living room. I logged out of my computer and scampered to the living room. Dad had quite a good spread of movies picked out. We had Signs, Land of the Dead, Day After Tomorrow, and for something funny Shrek. So I settled down in the couch with dad and leaned back to watch the movies. Over all it was pretty fun although it would have been nicer had I not needed to use the bathroom so often. Eventually when we got into watching day after tomorrow I tried to hold it but however I wasn’t able to hold it for long. After about 10 minutes my bladder relaxed and I wet my Pull-Up. At the end of the movie I went back to my room and quickly changed the wet Pull-Ups and went back out to watch the last movie.

Now I didn’t know this at the time but my mom and had had took notice of how often I was heading to the bathroom and were now contemplating putting me back in diapers. Neither had said anything to me yet but the talk would soon come. After a while the last movie was done and I went to bed. My mom kissed my goodnight and left. I snuggled up with my stuffed Liger and fell fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning with a yawn and stretched out. As I did I realized my Pull-Ups were soaked to capacity. I sighed and got up and got changed out of them and into a fresh one. I then got dressed for the day and went out to the kitchen to eat breakfast as usual. However while I was in the middle of eating I felt the sudden urge to pee and before I could really react I had wet my Pull-Ups. This happened three more times that morning. I sighed. My potty training was going down the drain so to speak. Besides at this point I was nearly sizing out of the Pull-Ups and having some trouble changing them.

After lunch mom took me to my room seeing as I had had another accident and now found myself needed assistance to change my Pull-Ups. However unlike the last two times she asked me to lay down on my bed. I complied although a bit confused. That confusion ended when I saw her open a package of size seven diapers and came over with one.

“Well sweetie you’ve been having a lot of accidents lately and I think this is for the best.” Mom told me sympathetically.

“Yeah I know mom. I guess we knew this day was probably coming.” I said with a sigh. She nodded and then went to work changing me into my first non adult diaper I had worn in 15 years. I just laid back as she changed me just like the toddler I now was. I guess it wasn’t too bad. I had always wanted to see what this was like again. I guess this was my chance. It did feel kind of nice. A strange sense of security washed over me as she started to powder me. Within moments of the powder I had a fresh diaper slid under me and taped up.

“There we go all done. Just come tell me or your father if you want a change. If you still want to poo in the toilet that’s fine just get one of use and we’ll take off the diaper so you can go.” Mom told me ruffling my hair. I couldn’t help smiling a bit.

“Ok Mom.” I said smiling at her as I got up and pulled up my shorts. I then gave her a hug. She hugged me back. It felt nice.

Well after that I went about my normal routine all be it at a bit of a slower pace. My motor skills were a bit sluggish now. As I was going about my day I just seemed to wet the diaper at the drop of a hat. I seemed to get almost no warning now. Oh well. I asked mom to take me to the rest room once to go. I might not be able to control my bladder but for the moment my bowels were still in my control. After that mom got me into a new diaper seeing as the old one was quite wet. I have to admit it was kind of nice getting changed and not really having to worry about going to the bathroom.

As the day progressed I got online. Which was a bit difficult. Mainly just the getting up into my computer chair. I added a picture of myself to my regression album and spent some time surfing the web. After about three hours of that I got offline and climbed up onto my bed. Mom tucked me in and said good night. I watched TV for another hour or so before turning it off and falling asleep. I had some dreams about my first babyhood that night. It was weird but in a nice way. I relived some memories here and there that were pretty nice. Overall I’d say I had slept pretty well that night.

The Next I woke up with a yawn as usual. My diaper felt soaked which wasn’t to surprising. I stretched a little bit and sat up feeling something the consistency of mud squish warmly beneath me. That’s when the smell finally hit me. I hadn’t just wet my diaper in my sleep. I pooped it too. I hadn’t done that since I was four. Which I guess was how old I was now. I wasn’t sure what to do really. I know I needed a change and couldn’t do it myself now. Luckily mom came in.

“Phew. Smells like my little boy needs a diaper change.” She said as she walked in.

“Uh Huh.” I said nodding. She laid out a changing matt and laid me down on it. Without a word she took down my PJ bottoms and started to untape the soaked and messy diaper. I laid there staring at the ceiling as she did. If felt so babyish getting my diaper changed like this with my legs lifted into the air. Once she had the diaper off she started wiping me up. This actually felt pretty nice. It was relaxing. She then used the baby powder on my bottom and that only served to relax me more. I always loved the smell of baby powder. Heck I even still used some here and there after showers. Guess I’d be using it more often now. She then lifted my legs up again and slid a fresh diaper under me before lowering my bottom down onto the soft diaper. Mom then pulled the diaper up between my legs and expertly taped it up. I sat up in it and smiled a little.

“I think someone likes this don’t they?” Mom asked me with a knowing smile.

“Yeah I kinda do. It feels nice.” I told her blushing.

“Well I kind of like it too. It’s nice to have my baby back.” She said giving me a hug. I smiled contently and hugged her back. “Alright need help getting dressed?”

“Nah I don’t think so. I think I’m just gonna wear my pokemon shirt today anyway. Or a least until we go out somewhere or something.” I told mom . I still wanted to do some stuff myself.

“Ok honey. Breakfast is already on the table when you want it.” Mom told me and walked out. I then got out my pokemon shirt and put it on. It had Charmander on it. My favorite Pokemon. The shirt was slightly big on me but this was good seeing as it covered half my diaper. With that I went out to the kitchen and climbed up onto my chair. I sighed when I noticed my chest barely reached the table.

“Morning champ. Want a hand with that seat?” Dad asked me as he walked in. I blushed but nodded. He got something out of the closet by the kitchen. He picked me up and then sat what ever it was on the chair and me on top of it. Turns out it was a booster seat. Not entirely plastic either it had a cushion on it unlike most.

“Thanks daddy.” I said smiling and then blushed once more realizing I let the word daddy slip out instead of dad. He just smiled and ruffled my hair a bit.

“Ah that’s what daddies are here for.” He said and sat down himself to eat his breakfast. I soon started into mine. Breakfast this morning consisted of toast, mine had peanut butter on it, two slices of bacon and a glass of OJ. Only my OJ was in a cup with a silly straw. After a little while of eating dad spoke up again.

“Hey Willy. I’ve got today off. What do you say we spend the day together out on the town. I think I’ve got a few fun activities we could do.” Dad asked me as mom ate her food.

“Sounds good to me dad. But um….ya sure you won’t mind….ya know…having to change my…” I then sort of trailed of completely. Dad just laughed light heartedly.

“Of course not. Ya know I changed your diapers just as often the first time you needed them as your mother did.” Dad said smiling. I blushed again. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. But I did smile happily too.

“Yes I think your father was a bit less squeamish about it then I was at first. At least he didn’t squeal and the like when changing you the first few times.” Mom said. We all broke out laughing at that. We kept on talking about stuff like that all through breakfast. Past vacations, my first childhood and loads of funny stuff that had happened to us all over the years. I think it was the best breakfast I had had in a very long time.

Well after the wonderful breakfast I got down out of my chair and scampered off for my room to get dressed. As I went along I noticed I had added some wetness to the diaper. I didn’t even notice when I had wet. I shrugged it off. I knew this diaper could handle that and plenty more so I went about getting dressed. I got out some kaki shorts in my new size. The shorts didn’t have a fly to them. I knew it probably wouldn’t be too long before I’d be wearing the ones with snaps in the crotch. I got my shorts on with minor difficulty and then stood up. I swapped shirts too opting to go with a Transformers one. I then got my socks on although did have a bit of trouble with them. Which I guess isn’t really different from any other day. With that all taken care of I scampered out to the front door where dad was.

“Well you look ready to go.” Dad said smiling as he got his shoes on.

“Yup I am.” I told him as I got my own shoes on.

“I think one thing’s missing though.” Dad said and plopped a cap on my head. I took the cap off for a moment to look at it. I grinned. It was my all time favorite hat. It was mainly red with a blue bill on it. It had agumon in the front and on the side it even had a little pouch.

“I didn’t know we still had this.” I said still staring at it.

“Yup we kept some of the stuff you aged out of over the years. Little mementos and such. I guess now you’ll get some use out of them again.” Dad told me.

“Yeah I guess your right. Lets go.” I said putting the cap back on. With that dad picked up the diaper bag at his feet and lead the way out o the car.

Dad picked me up and sat me in a car seat he’d put in the passenger seat of the car and strapped me into it. I was only slightly embarrassed about it. I figured it was appropriate seeing as how I now looked. It was pretty comfortable and gave me enough elevation to see out of the windows. Dad got into the car turned the key and we were off.

Our first stop today was the board walk. I always loved it. It had lots of nice little shops here and there, great view of the beach, rides like you’d expect to find at a fair or something, and there was always some event going on. I smiled as I walked along side dad. We looked at all the neat shops and stuff and even bought a few things here and there. I was definitely having a good time and I think dad really was too.

It wasn’t too long before we walked our way down to the part of the board walk that had rides. So we got on all sorts of them. Ferris wheel, bumper cars, those mini train things, those spinning seat things that look like they’re always about to hit each other but never do, and even a merry go round. We must have spent all morning there doing various things. At around noon we decided to stop by one of the restaurants on the board walk and get some lunch. Although before we went in dad sat down on a bench with me and did a diaper check much to my embarrassment. I know it needed to be done though. I had no clue if I was near leaking point or not.

“Well your fairly wet but I think we can wait to change you after lunch.” Dad told me. I nodded my blush subsiding.

With the diaper check out of the way we went into the restaurant for lunch. Dad ordered what the menu called a He-man burger meal, which consisted of a big burger, fries and a soda. I got the pizza plus kid’s meal, which was a mini pizza with a choice of a side and a soda. I chose some nachos for my side. Me and dad talked a bit about stuff as we ate. It was pretty nice. When I was nearly done eating though I felt a sudden urgentcy from my rear and new I had to go. I managed to hold it for all of five seconds and then started to load the seat of my diaper. Strangely however this felt pretty good. Like little waves of pleasure rippling through me. I sighed contently once I finished. I never realized how good it felt to just go like that. I mean I’m a TB and I’ve made full use of adult diapers before but I never got this kind of sensation.

“Guess it’s a good thing we decided to wait till after lunch for that change.” Dad said as he finished his food.

“Guess so.” I said minorly embarrassed. I finished up my lunch though.

Once done Dad picked me up and started for the men’s room. I was relieved to see it was empty. Dad opened the changing table and laid me down on it. He then took my shorts down exposing my soaked and soiled diaper. He went straight to work untapping the dirty diaper. He lifted my legs and took the dirty diaper out from under me and then started to wipe me up. After a minute or two I was all cleaned up. Dad slid a fresh diaper under me before powdering my bottom. He then lowered my bottom onto the soft fresh diaper, brought it up between my legs and taped it up securely. Lastly he pulled my shorts back up into place and tossed out the dirty diaper. I sat up on the changing table.

“Thanks Daddy.” I said smiling a bit.

“Anytime.” Dad said picking me up.

He put me on his shoulders and we left the restaurant. I looked around at everything as we spent some more time just walking around and enjoying the sights. Eventually three o’clock rolled around and we decided to head home. I didn’t mind. I was fairly sleepy at this point. Dad fastened me into the car seat and we drove off. I must have fallen asleep on the ride home. The next thing I knew I was being carried inside by dad. I smiled snuggled up to him.

“Have a nice nap?” He asked me.

“Yup.” I said yawning as I looked up at him.

“Well that’s good. I’ve got a surprise for you now. It’s from your mom and me.” Dad told me as he walked towards my room. I wondered what he meant by that but was still pretty drowsy. Dad opened the door to my room and walked inside. Inside my room had undergone a transformation of sorts. I still had a few things like my poster, TV, and computer. But other then those items my room was now decked out like a nursery. Where my bed used to be there was now a crib which had half a dozen stuffed animals in it. My walls were now baby blue. The top of them were trimmed with teddy bears and baby bunnies. My room now also sported a toy chest and a fully stocked changing table. There was also a comfortable rocking chair in the corner next to a book case too. I was awe struck.

“I had your father take you out today so I could set it up for you. I knew you’d love it and besides a this will also make taking care of you easier.” Mommy told me. I grinned happily and reached out for her. Dad passed me to her.

“Fank you so much mommy!” I said getting a little teary from joy. She just hugged me close. I smiled up to her.

“Wanna try out the crib? I had it special built.” Dad said with a smile. I nodded. Mom placed me in the crib. I looked around at it and all the stuffed animals. I saw my old stuffed charmander and hugged it tight. Then my attention was called to the rear of the crib as I heard what sounded like cartoons. I looked and there mounted on the root board of the crib was a plasma TV. Dad handed me a remote to it.

“Daddy your awesome!” I told him with as big a grin as my face could make.

“I thought you’d like that. Now you can watch TV at night like you like.” He told me. Mom put what looked like a conjoined stairs and slide up to the crib.

“This is so you can get in and our of your crib during the daytime.” She old me. I nodded understanding.

“Well we’ll go out to the living room so you can enjoy your room. Speak up if you need anything.” Dad said as he and mom left the room. I smiled and kicked back with charmander and watched some cartoons.

After a few hours mom came back to my room and lead me out to the kitchen for supper. She had made Spaghetti and meat balls. I climbed up onto my seat. Mom gave me a plate and I dug in. I did get a little messy but not too bad. A paper towel was all I needed to get cleaned up. After dinner we went out to the living room and sat down to watch some TV. Mainly mythbusters, dirty jobs, and Modern marvels. Mom gave me a sippy cup of soda to drink while we watched TV which I did. I was fairly content.

Once we were done watching TV I went back to my room and got online for a little while. Mom stopped by my room with a baby bottle of chocolate milk for the night and told me not to stay up too late. I took her advice. After a little while I grabbed my bottle and got into my crib. I wasn’t sure how to raise the side though until I found a remote similar to ones hospital beds had. I used it to raise the side of the crib and stuffed it back where it was. I then kicked back with my bottle and stuffed charmander watching TV. I started to nurse on the bottle and the chocolate milk was just so satisfying as I drank the bottle my eyes grew heavy and I eventually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a yawn and a stretch. Waking up in the crib really did feel good. I looked to the TV screen which was now off. Mom must have turned it off. I sighed looking down at my now slightly big cloths. I moved a bit and noticed I had soaked my diaper again although didn’t mess it this time. I guess at this point I was about three or two and a half. I was hoping I’d bounce soon though. I laid there thinking what if I bounced at only a few months I probably wouldn’t be able to do much of anything except lay there and wet and dump in my diapers. These thoughts though were interrupted by mom when she came in. She walked over to the crib and lowered the side.

“Morning sweetie. Sleep well?” Mom asked me with a maternal smiled.

“Yup I suwe did.” I said with a slight groan noticing the lisp.

“Well that’s good.” Mom said as she lowered the rail and proceeded to put two fingers into the leg of my diaper to check me. Which caused me to blush deeply. “Looks like someone’s soaked. Lets get you changed before breakfast.”

“Yeah good idea.” I said nodding. With that she picked me up and took me over to the changing table and laid me down on it. She started to hum a little tune as she untapped my soaked diaper and lifted me up by the legs as she pulled it out from under me. This once more made me feel all the more babyish. She then started to wipe me up with the baby wipes. I shivered a bit because they were cold. She then powdered my diaper area. I love the smell of baby powder so that really relaxed me. Heck I barely noticed when she lifted my by the legs again to slide the fresh diaper under me. She then brought it up between my legs and taped it up securely.

“There we go all done. Now lets get you dressed.” She said heading over to my dresser. I sat up on the changing table with a crinkle to watch her. She came back with my cloths. A red and blue striped shirt and a pair of denim overalls.

“Oh those wook nice.” I said blushing at my lisp. Mom just smiled.

“Yup I thought so.” She said and started to dress me like she did when I was little. I looked like your average toddler would. “Well lets go get you some breakfast.”

Mom then picked me up and carried me out to the kitchen. From the smell of it I’d say she made waffles today. It smelled pretty good. As we entered the kitchen I noticed something else had changed. Instead of a chair with a booster seat at the table there was a high chair. Mom sat me down in it and after a minute brought me a plate with two cut up waffles with syrup on them and a child safe fork. She also tied a bib on me which made me blush a bit. I shrugged it off though and dug into my food and started eating. I noticed though that my motor control wasn’t what it used to be and I did make a bit of a mess as I ate. Dad smiled watching me eat. Once I was done he cleaned me up and let me down and told me to go watch TV. I didn’t need any incentive and toddled out to the living room and sat down in front of the couch to watch TV.

“Hey Willy wanna come with me to go grocery shopping?” Mom asked me walking into the living room.

“Yeah sure!” I said with a grin. I always loved getting out. It wasn’t like anybody I knew would recognize me now.

“Alright then wait for me at the front door.” Mom told me. I nodded and did as asked.

After a minute or so she came to the front door holding a diaper bag and some small Velcro fasten shoes that would fit me. I put the shoes on myself. Once I was ready she lead me out to the car and put me into the car seat and off we went. I smiled looking out the window. It was a pretty nice day out although there were some clouds out. It didn’t take us too long before we arrived at the Grocery store. Mom got my out of the car seat and slung the diaper bag. Once inside I was placed in the shopping cart seat and we started down the aisles. I was having fun looking around at everything from my new perspective. I pointed out a few things here or there that I wanted us to get. Mom smiled and usually got it.

It wasn’t too long before we were finishing up and starting towards the check out lane. As we did I felt my bladder empty and my diaper warm. Ah I’d gotten to like that feeling. Of course just after that my bowels followed suite and emptied too. I felt a wave of pleasure go up my spine as I filled the seat of my diaper. I sighed as I felt it squish in the seat of my diaper. Mom smiled and shook her head lightly knowing full well what I had just done in my diaper. Luckily we were next to have our groceries scanned and we were out to load the car.

“Want me to change you after I’m done loading the groceries or when we get home?” Mom asked me.

“I can wait till we get home.” I told her. I kinda liked the squishy feeling I got from the diaper and I didn’t really like the idea of being changed in the back seat of the car in a parking lot.

So once mom finished loading the groceries and then put me back in my car seat with an agreeable squish as I was seated. With me strapped in mom go into the driver’s seat and we headed off for home. I sat back in the car seat looking out the window humming a bit and squishing the diaper a bit. Half way home I wet the diaper again too. It wasn’t too long before we arrived home dad walked out of the house to help unload the groceries.

“Here hon I’ve got the groceries why don’t you take Willy inside.” Mom said picking me up out of the car seat and handed me to dad.

“Alright honey if your…Phew! I think we’ve got a little stinker on or hands here.” Dad said holding me at eye level. I stifled a laugh and nodded. “I get the dirty job huh.”

“Yup. But be proud of that smell. It’s no worse then what you leave in the bathroom after we have Mexican.” Mom joked I didn’t even suppress my laugh that time.

“Yeah guess your right. That’s the smell of men huh Champ?” Dad asked.

“Uh Huh.” I nodded with a smile and then was carried inside to my room. Dad laid me down on my changing table and started to unsnap the crotch of my overalls. Once they were open exposing my soaked dirty diaper dad untapped it.

“Woah! I think we need to issue you a hazardous waist decal.” Dad joked getting me giggling as he took the dirty diaper out from under me and started to wipe me up. I just laid back and relaxed. Next came the baby powder. Always loved the smell of it and finally a fresh diaper was slid under my rear, pulled up between my legs and taped up. “Wanna just wear the shirt now? It’s getting a bit warm out now.”

“Yeah just da shirt.” I agreed. So dad undid the straps of the overals and took them off me. “Ah dat’s better.”

“Good. Well you play for a bit and I’ll come get ya when lunch is ready.” Dad told me letting me down and walked out of the room.

I toddled over to my toy chest with a more noticeable waddle now. Guess I was still getting younger. Probably two now or just under it. Oh well that was a good thing. The Doc said it’d get just a lil faster before it stopped. Anyway I went to my toy chest and got out a few toddler transformer toys started to play with them. One was a police car and the other was a helicopter. I played with them for about an hour making there voices and childish sound effects for them before dad popped in. He just stood there for a sec with a smile watching me.

“Hey Champ Lunch is ready.” Dad told me.

“Otay.” I said setting my toys aside and scampered out of the room following dad to the kitchen. Mom had make a fairly simple meal. Chicken nuggets and deep fried French fries which I suspect dad made. He could deep fry anything. Heck once he covered a candy bar in biscuit dough and deep fried it. Tasted pretty good though.

“Mmmm. Looks good.” I said as dad placed me in my booster seat which now wasn’t quite big enough.

“On sec honey.” Mommy said and got a phone book. She slid it und the booster seat bringing me up high enough to eat. I knew tomorrow it’d be time to break out the high chair.

“Here ya go Willy eat up.” Dad said giving me my plate with some ketchup on the side to dip everything in.

“Fanks daddy.” I said only blushing slightly at saying daddy. The lisp now didn’t bother me anymore.

With that we started to eat lunch. We all chatted a way as we ate about what we should do over the weekend. What we should do when dad got his vacation in two weeks. Just brain storming ideas. We were thinking about heading to the Zoo over the weekend which got a smile from me. As for the vacation we hadn’t yet decided but it should be something fun. At the moment I didn’t have any ideas. Given my present state a theme park probably wouldn’t be the way to go. Not many rides someone my new size can go on. Dad said he’d figure something out and added that once I was done eating he wanted to show me something in the back yard.

So after we ate dad picked me up out of my booster seat and told me to close my eyes. I nodded and did as he asked. He then carried me out to the back yard. Once there he told me to open my eyes. When I did I laid my eyes upon something truly cool. From a toddler’s point of view anyway. Dad had built a big (from my perspective anyway) play fort thing with a space theme. It had to be the coolest thing I’d ever seen him make. Slides climbing places you name it.

“Wow! Dis is gweat Daddy!” I exclaimed with a glee.

“I thought you’d like it. I figured this would be around the age you bounced so I made this today once I was sure you wouldn’t get too young to use it.” Dad told me.

“Fanks daddy!” I grinned and gave him the biggest hug I could.

“Your welcome. Now go try it out.” Dad said setting me down.

I scampered over to it and started to play like no tomorrow. It had to be the funnest thing I could think of at the time. I could hear mom and dad chatting a bit as they watched me from the patio. After a while of playing on the play fort though I did get thirsty. I toddled over to mommy to ask for something to drink. She was already prepared and handed me a sippy cup of juice which I drank down and then went on and continued to play. After a while of play though I was getting fairly tired and slowly toddled back over to mommy. My diaper was already drooping from a good wetting. I stopped half way to her as I felt my bowels empty getting the same little ripple of pleasure as the seat of my diaper filled. Once I was finished I toddled the rest of the way to her. She scooped me up and took me inside.

Inside Mom carried me back to my room and laid me down on the changing table. She then untapped my dirty diaper nose wrinkling just ever so slightly at the smell and then started to wipe my dirty bottom clean. After that she powdered my diaper area. The smell of the baby powder relaxed me further. Next she slid a fresh diaper under me, brought it up between my legs and taped it up securely.

“There we go all changed sweetie.” She said picking me up and started over for the crib. “I’ll let you get in a nice nap and come get you at dinner time if you sleep that long.” She told me as she laid me inside my crib and plopped a paci in my mouth. I smiled and sucked he paci snuggling up to my now huge charmander plushie as mommy raised the side of the crib and I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up about two hours later hearing mom cooking out in the kitchen. I could have called for someone to let me out but I was comfy anyway. So I dug my remote out and turned the lil TV in the crib on and watched TV snuggled up with my charmander for a while. Turned it to comedy central and watched Jeff Dunham’s special. What can I say I may be a baby but I still got a bit of teenager in my mind. By that point I imagine they new I was up because of the giggling I was doing at the show. After a little while dad came in.

“Come on Sport dinner time.” He smiled picking me up out of my crib.

“What’s fow dinnew?” I asked him curiously.

“Hamburger Helper. Mommy made sure all of it’s cut up in bit sized portions for ya.” Dad told me as she sat me in the high chair that had now replaced my booster seat.

“Here you go sweetie.” Mommy said putting my plate on the tray along with a bottle of chocolate milk.

“Fanks Mommy.” I smiled and dug in.

Dinner was pretty good although not all of it made it into my mouth though. But I did get every drop of the chocolate milk. It was great. I hadn’t tasted any that good in a long time. Guess it must be my new taste buds. I finished first and sat back relaxing and chipping into the conversation now and then. It was pretty nice. Even with my new lisp mom and dad still seemed to know exactly what I was saying. I guess it was a skill they picked up from when I was little the first time.

After everybody finished dinner we went out to the living room for family time. Which basically meant find something on TV or a movie and just enjoy it together. Tonight’s movie of choice was Tremors. Action, comedy, and a dash of romance. It was one of my favs. We watched the movie occasionally somebody would quote a line as the actor was saying it. Even I did that which got a small laugh from mom an dad. Half way through the movie though my dinner was making it’s way out an once again I sighed with pleasure as I felt the seat of my diaper grow warm and mushy adding it’s already warm soggyness.

After a short time the movie came to a close and by this time I was kind of drowsy. Mommy picked me up and carried me back to my room. She gently laid me down on the changing table and slowly started to untape my dirty diaper. Once opened she just went to work gently wiping the mess away from my bottom. I yawned as she cleaned me. Next came the baby powder. Gotta love the stuff. The smell of it’s wonderful. Finally she slid a fresh diaper under my bottom, folded it up between my legs and expertly taped it shut. I sighed contently. Mom then took my shirt off and got out a baby blue onsies and slid it over me and snapped up the crotch. I was nice and comfy.

“Here honey.” I heard dad say as mommy picked me back up again.

“Thanks dear.” She said as he handed her a bottle.

She sat down in the rocking chair that had been placed in the room and started to feed me the warm bottle. It was heavenly. I felt so nice and warm and safe as I nursed the bottle and rocked back and forth with mom in the chair. It wasn’t long before the warm milk took effect and I drifted off sleeping like a bably.

The next morning as you can imagine was much like the last. Although I hadn’t gotten any younger. I had bounced at one year of age. I was perfectly happy with that. That’s my story of how I came to be baby I am today. Of course other things happened. Life wasn’t dull. But those are stories for another time.

The End.