Regression at Its Best

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Please email me with any comments, changes, or alternative endings you 
may have to this story. I had to finish it in rather a hurry.

The day began for John like every other. He got up, listened to his 
parents scream at him and each other for trivial things that made no 
difference, and took care of his morning routine. He was outside mowing 
the lawn when he looked into the next yard. He had never met the family 
next door; no one had. No one had ever seen them or heard anything 
about them. But they were there and everyone knew it. It was a 4-story 
mansion with luscious gardens in the front and back and had sporadic 
decks along various sections of the upper walls. He longed to just walk 
over there and look inside, to try to catch a glimpse of the mysterious 
family. His judgment told him no. So he didn't.

After a long day of chores and no recreation, John went upstairs to 
bed. His mother swore at him and threw pans at him as he went for not 
dusting the TV... the only thing he had forgotten to do. He locked his 
door and sat on the bed. He knew that this life was useless and 
unrewarding. There had not been a day in all of his 11 years that he 
could remember that his parents had not been abusive to himself or each 
other, physically or verbally. He contemplated running away. He knew 
his parents would track him down though, wherever he went. He looked 
outside. The moon was shining boldly above the forests in the east. The 
night was silent. He knew that this was the best time for it. He went 
to his closet and opened a paper bag hidden in one of his winter 
jackets hanging in the closet. He pulled out a pair of pull-ups, 
totally white, and a pacifier which he had used as a baby. He did not 
remember being a baby, but thinking about it and acting like it made 
him feel secure and safe. He stripped and pulled up the diaper. He put 
the pacifier in his mouth and looked at himself in the mirror. He 
adored what he saw. He looked like a toddler again. Without his mother 
noticing, he had been trying to gain weight as his stick-like body 
looked the exact opposite of what a baby's/toddler's should look like. 
He had been at this for years in secret. He looked at himself from the 
side. He could see more shape to his legs. They jiggled a very little 
when he walked. He had got some more fat on his arms as well. He pushed 
out his stomach out as far as it would go, but it still looked flat, to 
his great disappointment. He realized that he was hungry now, and he 
knew his parents were asleep. He crept downstairs and snuck into the 
kitchen. As he was looking in the fridge for something, he looked 
outside. There, in the moonlight, stood a very young boy of about 3 or 
4. He was clad only in a diaper. And he was in the neighbor�s yard.

John almost panicked. The pacifier fell from his mouth. He couldn't 
believe it. There was one of the never seen neighbors. He had finally 
seen them and been the first. But then the toddler's head turned slowly 
in the direction of John's house. John stood frozen. It seemed he was 
looking right at John. Suddenly John felt something come over him. He 
was being forced to move by some other force than his own will. 
Something made him walk slowly to the back door and walk outside, 
leaving the doors ajar. He tried to call out but was unable to move his 
mouth. He was taken through the yard straight for the toddler who was 
still watching him, eyes wide. John was terrified. He stopped when he 
was right in front of the toddler. He looked down at him. The toddler 
smiled, giggled, and clapped his hands together twice. He took John's 
hand and led him up to the mansion. They entered through the back door. 
John could now move his head, and saw the ruins of the house. Multi-
million dollar furniture and priceless art items were destroyed. In one 
room to his left, the door had been smashed into and he could see glass 
shattered everywhere and vases and paintings reduced to rubble. By the 
way the rooms looked, he guessed that this had been this way for some 
time. Maybe even years or decades. He was led upstairs and into the 
only room that was not demolished. It appeared to be a nursery, with 
rows and rows of diapers lining the 2 story shelves. He many closets 
filled with toddler's clothes. He was led to the middle of the room 
where he lay down in a crib. Then the sides went up and a top over it 
instantly. He then regained full control over his body. He cried and 
cried. He had never been so scared in his life. He didn't even notice 
that his diaper was leaking out the bottom. The toddler walked slowly 
over to him and reached through the bars to touch his forehead. John 
stopped crying. He couldn�t think straight. He went blank for a minute. 
When he came to, he wasn�t crying. He didn�t even think that this was a 
bad or dangerous situation. He didn�t even care where he was. He 
remembered the toddler. He didn�t see him. The bars were lowered on the 
crib. He just sat there, sucking his thumb happily. He unconsciously 
peed in his diaper again, and it leaked all over the white sheet lining 
the crib. He didn�t even look down. He didn�t care. After a while he 
got up and stretched. He decided to go look for the toddler to play. He 
passed a mirror. His former consciousness resumed for a moment as he 
saw his once skinny short 11-year-old body transformed. He had to be at 
least 140 pounds now and was only about 4 or 5 gauging from the height 
of his toddler body. He laughed and laughed. He laughed a toddler�s 
laugh. He ran around the room freely enjoying the freedom he had waited 
years for. His bulging diaper fell off as he jumped from the changing 
table to the diaper stand and swung off the open closet door to land 
with a soft thud in on a pile of towels. He sucked his thumb again as 
his mind withered away.

The toddler returned about 10 minutes later. He ran over to Little 
Johnny. He helped him up. �Helwo, jonni! Now u hav wat u alwaves 
wantd!� Little Johnny laughed and laughed. They put him in a new 
diaper. His tummy hung over his diaper�s upper rim. He rubbed his hands 
up and down his new baby fat. He liked it. His little belly button 
stuck out in the middle of his large, massive tummy. He went over to 
one of the closets. He grabbed a pair of overalls and out one on, 
leaving one of the straps unlatched. He liked it that way. It made him 
look more� infantile. He laughed and laughed, louder and louder. The 
toddler laughed with him. He put a pair of shoes and socks on Little 
Johnny and told him to help free his little (now older, technically 
speaking) brother and sister. He ran into the hall and took a running 
start at the stairs. He cleared them all, landing in a large pile of 
unused diapers. He walked to the door. He saw a lamp standing near him 
as he walked. It was made of solid glass and looked very expensive. He 
took no notice, and pushed it over onto the floor. It shattered into a 
billion pieces. He laughed and laughed and laughed in his toddler�s 
laugh. He ran the rest of the way back home. This time, when he entered 
the house, he made no effort to be quiet or unheard. He made as much 
noise as possible actually, without knowing it. He ran upstairs and 
opened the door to his parents� bedroom. Hr charged at the bed and 
jumped on top of them. His mother screamed and his father tried to sit 
up and get out. He jumped on his father�s neck accidentally, and he 
went limp. Little Johnny took no notice or care. He laughed and giggled 
as his mother screamed in anger and fear. He stopped, and she got up 
and stood by the side of the bed. She looked at him and saw that he had 
changed. REALLY changed. He giggled in a toddler�s giggle as she looked 
in horror at his overalls and bulky butt padded with a thick baby�s 
diaper. Little Johnny Jumped at her and she fell back into the hard 
closet door. Johnny heard a loud crack. He got off of his former mother 
and went for the door. He turned the lock from the inside and shut it. 
That room would never be opened again.

Johnny climbed the banister. He sat down on it, thumb in mouth. He peed 
a great deal into his diaper. He grew inside of his overalls. He liked 
that. Just then his brother and sister came out of their room to hear 
what all of the noise was. They both had printed white pajamas on with 
little figurines on them. They saw Little Johnny, who smiled a million 
miles at them. His brother came over, not believing that his brother 
was a toddler again. Johnny got off and stood with hands on his hips as 
his brother inspected him. He felt his butt to see if the diaper was 
real. Johnny turned and grabbed his older brother by the arm. He smiled 
as he touched his forehead. His brother�s expression changed from awe 
to fear to complete happiness and joy. He stood next to Little Johnny, 
and he and his sister watched as the front of his pajamas turned from 
white to a solid yellow. The baby boys giggled. The brother ripped off 
his clothes and ran down the stairs and around the house, peeing the 
entire time on anything he ran over or near to. Johnny went over to his 
little sister. She cried, and was frightened of him. As he reached for 
her forehead, She kicked his diaper and ran downstairs. It didn�t hurt 
Johnny though, as babies don�t develop completely until later. He took 
off his overalls and folded them and left them in the hallway. He ran 
downstairs after his sister, who needed to be freed.

When he finally caught up to her, he touched the back of her head. She 
stopped struggling, and stood up straight and smiled. She had not been 
infantized, but had been reduced to the consciousness of a 6 year old, 
who was responsible for taking care of her two little toddler brothers. 
They destroyed the house, and lived together in toddlerhood until the 
diapers ran out. Then they moved on.

THE END

Please email me about an alternative ending to this story. I had to 
finish it pretty quick. I would like any suggestions to the storyline 
as well... anything. [email protected].

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