Birthday Summary: Patrick is a misbehaving teenager. His mother decides that for his birthday, she's going to give him his toddlerhood back once and for all. -------- Patrick was the average 17-year-old. He lived with his parents, went to high school, and was the average teen, though he was pretty small for his age, only about 5'2. He was a troublemaker. He caused problems at school, he got in trouble at the mall goofing off with his friends, and he disobeyed his mom all the time. It was finally that time of year again. The time of year when Patrick could look forward to his day, his special day, his birthday. And this year wasn't just any birthday, it was the college student's 20th birthday. Two decades of life behind him. He would be 18 years old, he was growing up in the world. He'd be a legal adult, no more listening to his parents constant orders. Patrick's mom came into his room, "Patrick honey, what would you like for your birthday this year?" "Eh, I don't know, surprise me? Whatever" "Well, it's hard to find you things anymore, you're older and I just don't know what to get you anymore! Oh, and we're having your party TONIGHT! Your grandparents and cousins are coming, and I expect you to be on your best behavior." "Great, old people and 3 year olds all over the place..." The night of his birthday, his parents had set up the party. The party wasn't anything huge, it was in the backyard. After dinner, Patrick's mom brought out the cake, it was a nice big cake, half white half chocolate, just the way Patrick liked it of course with vanilla icing. On top it read: "Happy 18th birthday Patrick!" It had 18 candles and a candle in the shape of 18 in the center. It was just like Patrick wanted. Patrick's mom had baked the cake herself, and after singing Happy Birthday, blowing out the candles, and cutting the cake, you could tell. His mom was an excellent baker. Finally, Patrick's favorite time had come, presents time. Yes, even at 18 years old, Patrick still loved to open presents, of course; who doesn't? First was a present from his parents, "It's a planner for school, and some new boxers!," his mom said. "Thanks mom, just what I needed," Patrick said, as his girlfriend Katie giggled at seeing his new supply of boxers. The next few gifts were some clothes, a few movies, and some books. The last gift was from his grandparents. He wasn't looking forward to this. Every year his grandparents got him something stupid, last year they got him a vacuum cleaner to keep his usually messy room at least kind of neat. He didn't know why, but this year he had a feeling it would be something extra dumb. As he slowly unwrapped the package, he realized it was pretty light. "Must be some clothes," he figured. At least it wouldn't be that embarrassing. It was pretty big, too, about the size of a small box (just a little bigger than a shoebox). When Patrick completely pulled back the paper, staring back at him was the last thing he would have ever expected to see, a pack of Adult Depends. On top of the diapers was a still wrapped baby bonnet and a pacifier. "Diapers?! You got me diapers? I'm 18 f*cking years old, not 18 months old! What were you thinking? Or what that is, what were you not thinking?!" "Patrick! You will march yourself into the house and try those on, your grandparents tried to find the best possible gift they could, because they love you! Now march into that house and show us what you look like in those diapers and bonnet or you won't drive my car until you're 20," his mom screamed. "Fine, I'll try them on but I'm not coming back out of this house in them," Patrick screamed back at her. "You're crazy if you honestly think I'll ever wear these!" "Patrick, you will wear these today, and you will show your grandparents that you love them," his mom said. "Now I expect you to go into the house and put those diapers on, and come out and let us see what they look like on you, all of us! In fact, I'm going to come in with you and help you." Patrick's mom grabbed the package and accessories and pulled Patrick into the house. Ten minutes later, Patrick's mom walked outside, and following behind her, red as a beet, was Patrick in nothing but a thick white diaper, baby bonnet and pacifier. 'She'll regret this, she will get it for this,' Patrick thought. Slowly but surely, Patrick came down the steps into the backyard, the diaper crinkling the entire way down. 'God, this is so fucking embarrassing! I can't believe she's making me do this!' Katie stood on the side of the yard, along with Patrick's younger brother and sister, all three of them laughing their heads off. "Patrick, tell your grandparents thank you, just like I told you too," his mom barked at him. "D- d- do I have t- to?" Patrick stammered. "YES!" his mom said. Patrick slowly walked over to his grandparents, diaper crinkling, and mumbled, "fank you gwammy and pappy this is the best gift evew!" Patrick's mom made him wear the outfit for the rest of the party. Finally, after what seemed a million years, the guests started to leave. His cousins left, with the youngest one walking up to him and swatting his thickly diapered butt. Patrick almost swung his arm at her, but his mom gave him a look that told him he'd later regret it. As Patrick started to walk towards his room, his mother stopped him. "Patrick, it wasn't really your grandparents idea to get those things for you, it was your father's and I," his mom said. "We're tired of you acting so immature to us. Lately, you've been talking back, being disrespectful, and rude to us and you're younger siblings." "What does that have to do with me getting baby stuff for my birthday?" Patrick asked. "Well, I've decided, that since you're done with school for the summer, you're going to be disciplined for acting so childish. You're going to be forced to act like a toddler for the summer. You will be wearing and using your diapers, and you're going to be treated like a baby 24/7. You're younger brother and sister will change you when needed if I'm not available. If you disagree, you won't be going off to college in the fall, you'll continue with your discipline until you've decided to act like an adult." "WHAT?! I do act like an adult, I'm not a baby and I won't do it!" Patrick said. "Well then, you won't be going to college next semester. How can I trust you to behave at college and study if you won't even act like an adult here at home. So, you will become and act like the baby you've been acting like. You will act your age once and for all," his mom said. Patrick suddenly felt something strange. His muscles in his waist started to move uncontrollably. Suddenly, without warning his bowels released and his diaper grew much thicker. "What the fuck?! How the hell did I just crap my pants? Mom, what did you do to me?!" "Well, I added some laxatives to your food and drinks today, so congratulations, you've used your diaper for the first time!" his mom said. "Now, let's go into the bathroom and mommy will change her wittle boy's diapew fow him!" "Mom, stop talking to me like that, I AM NOT A BABY!" Patrick screamed. "That's it," Patrick's mom said. Quickly and easily she forced him over her knee, and started spanking him. The pain was actually unbearable and all he could do was ball uncontrollably as his younger siblings looked on. "STOP WHAAAAAA STOP PWEASE STOP MOMMY PWEASE I BE BABY I BE YOU WITTLE BABY, I SOWWY!" "That's more like it, now get into that bathroom, crawl! And we'll change that messy diaper of yours," his mom said. Patrick slowly with a red face crawled into the bathroom and laid on the floor as his mom came in and unfastened the tapes on the side of the diaper. "Mommy's wittle baby made a big stinky, yes he did!" His mom slowly started cleaning him, then she got baby oil and rubbed it all over his crotch and behind. Then she powdered him and put a fresh thick diaper on. "Now my baby's had a big day and it's time for you to go to beddy-bye. Let mommy help her baby get ready." Patrick's mom left the bathroom and re-entered with a light blue footed sleeper complete with frilly collar, mittens, bum flap for easy changing. "Patrick, during the party, your uncle removed your bed and replaced it with a crib. You are to sleep in your crib, and are not allowed to leave the crib whatsoever." So Patrick's mom sat down into her rocking chair, and fed Patrick a bottle of warm milk before leading him into his crib. As Patrick walked into his room, he couldn't believe his eyes, where his bed once was was now a big crib full of silly stuffed animals. Suddenly, seeing his room completely changed, the feeling of the thick diaper between his legs, the pacifier in his mouth, Patrick snapped. Suddenly, he couldn't remember why he was so worried. He couldn't remember why he was so sad, he was happy. His mommy was taking care of him and he was secure in his diaper. As he lay down in his crib, he filled his diaper full of urine and feces, but he didn�t cry, it felt right. He was a baby again, this was who he was, a complete and helpless toddler who could only use his diapers and cry. Try as he might, he couldn't remember anything about his past except that he had always loved his mommy and had always wanted her to take care of him and love him and change his diapers for him. Patrick fell asleep, happy and content, sucking on his thumb in a thick, wet, messy diaper, exactly how he was supposed to be from now on.