A Toddler Again

	Summary: An account of what life is like from a 17 year old 
teenbaby who was turned into a 2 year old by his girlfriend. My first 
story. Kind of unconventional and a break from the average diaper 
story.

	I smiled.
	My full Pampers would have sagged, if it weren't for the baby 
blue sleeper my mommy had put me in. My diaper was completely soaked, 
and completely loaded as well. I enjoyed acting like the cute little 2 
year old I looked like, even though I had the mind of a 17 year old 
boy. My mommy, Stacey, has turned me into a toddler, because she knew 
that's what I wanted. Stacey was actually my girlfriend, she was also 
17, and pretty damn hot.
	I had told her that I loved to be treated like a baby, and it 
turned him on to be diapered and cared for by a teenage girl. Her uncle 
was a powerful figure in the CIA and they were secretly developing a 
device to age regress people, for disguise purposes. She had told me 
about it one day, and I jumped at the idea, instantly getting turned 
on. I decided right then and there to tell her my desire to be a 2 year 
old, disposable diaper-filling toddler and Stacey's stronger than usual 
maternal instincts loved the idea. She loved little kids. She stole the 
device from her uncle, it was supposed to be able to change you back 
but since it was under development and untested, when she tried it on 
him she made me 2 years old permanently. I, at first, was frightened, 
but I began to love the idea of being a toddler forever.
	Stacey told her wealthy family about her now toddler boyfriend 
and how she was going to take care of me, and be my mommy. 
Surprisingly, they loved the idea, especially Stacey's sisters, who 
also shared her strong maternal instincts. Later that day they went 
shopping with me and bought a stroller first, then a pack of Huggies, a 
sleeper, and a pair of denim overalls. They placed me in the stroller 
and wheeled me around the store buying cribs, a changing table, and 
even more disposable diapers and adorable toddler clothes. I hated 
cloth diapers and wanted to be kept in Pampers and Huggies exclusively, 
and Stacey complied happily.
	Anyways, I was running around in my baby blue sleeper that barely 
held my loaded Pampers. The excitement of becoming a toddler again 
never really decreased, I really was living the dream that all teen 
babies and adult babies always wanted. I waddled into the living room 
and plopped down on my little butt, feeling the poop and my wet Pampers 
squish against my butt. I loved wearing Pampers, it felt amazing to 
finally fit into them again. In my teenage years, I had bought a 
package of Pampers size 6 but had to tape 2 of them together for them 
to kind of fit me, and I could never wear them outside my room, or poop 
in them. I did wet them a lot but it never really felt authentic. Now, 
as a 2 year old again, my mommy bought my perfectly-fitting Pampers for 
me as I sat in the shopping cart sucking on my pacifier and staring at 
the cashier's breasts.
	No one thought it was weird if I toddled around in just my 
sagging disposable diapers in public with my mommy, wetting and pooping 
in them while a throng of teenage girls stood around me, unaware I was 
filling my diapers, commenting about how cute I was and talking with my 
mommy about childcare and if I slept through the night or if I was 
still being breastfed.
	If I had tried doing that back when I was a teenager, people 
would have laughed and I probably would have been arrested and mocked, 
but now people thought it was totally normal and even cute. Grown women 
and little girls would pick me up without even asking me (like anyone 
would ask a toddler anyways) and openly coo and talk baby talk to me. I 
loved every second of it. If only they had known that I used to be a 17 
year old teenager.
	Like this one time me and mommy were in the park. I was wearing 
these adorable little denim overalls with a white shirt underneath, 
wearing Huggies size 6 and sucking on a pacifier. I had been given a 
bottle earlier and while I was going down the slide again I felt the 
crotch of my Huggies get warmer, wetter and heavier. When I got to the 
bottom of the slide I sat there until I was done peeing, about 60 
seconds. It was the longest pee I had ever done, and I could tell my 
diaper was one drop away from leaking. I got off the slide and waddled 
over to Stacey, who was sitting on a bench.
	"Mama, i dont want to be changed, ok?", I said in my adorable 
voice. I was still working on doing better baby talk.
	"Not even if you poop?", Stacey said.
	"Especially if I poop", I said, smiling. She smiled back and 
agreed to not change me. If you're wondering why I didn't want to be 
changed, it's because I LOVE having amazingly loaded diapers. Nothing 
brings me more pleasure than toddling around in diapers so wet, they're 
completely yellow and sodden, and so full of poop you can see a huge 
bulge and the crotch of the diaper is covered in poop, as well as the 
backside. I was already half way to my goal, as my diaper was 
completely soaked, but you wouldn't be able to tell anyways because of 
my denim overalls.
	I waddled away from the park bench and over to the jungle gym, 
enjoying my Huggies and the ocean of pee they contained between my 
legs. I was hoping I would have to poop soon. I had been fed quite abit 
of strained carrots and baby cereal so I expected this to be a huge 
load. About 5 minutes later, I could feel my tiny bowels chugging and I 
toddled from the jungle gym back to the park bench where Stacey was. I 
stood next to her and began filling my diaper. Stacey wondered what I 
was doing, until she saw the butt of my overalls expand and she started 
giggling. This poop was huge. I was accomplishing my goal, the poop 
covered the entire backside of the Huggies and started down to my 
crotch and then covered the whole front of the Huggies as well. I peed 
a little bit more, and finally, the poop stopped.
	This was, by far, the largest crap I had ever taken in my new 
life as a toddler. My disposable diaper was filled to the max 3 times 
over. Amazingly enough, I started peeing again, but didn't leak. These 
baby diapers held more than I thought. Mommy asked if I was done, and I 
said yes.
	"Can you take off my overalls, mommy?", I asked excitedly. I 
wanted to waddle around in my dirty Huggies.
	"Okay" Stacey said. She picked me up by the armpits with her big 
arms and plopped me down on the bench and began taking my overalls off. 
To anyone watching, it looked like this young mother was just getting 
ready to change her toddler, not taking off his clothes so he can run 
around in his loaded diaper.
	She took off my overalls and the undershirt, and set them on the 
bench. I was now just wearing my Huggies and nothing else. She picked 
me up again by the armpits with her cold hands and sat me down on the 
ground. My diaper was so heavy I could barely even stand up, but I 
managed to. I took off running around the park, as fast as my little 
toddler legs could carry me. I was having the time of my life, this was 
complete happiness for me. I got tired pretty quick, and slowed down 
until I was waddling. I waddled past a group of three mothers, in their 
mid 20's, who were pretty hot. Even though I had a toddlers body, my 
mind was still 17 years old and I thought they were pretty. I had no 
chance of asking any of them out or anything now of course, but I 
didn't care. I waddled up to them until I was about 10 feet away and 
stared at them. One of them noticed and said to the other three "look 
at that little boy, he really needs to be changed". I nodded and 
smiled, then waddled back to mommy, enjoying my completely filled 
Huggies the entire time. Every step I took, the diaper fought to keep 
up. It was sagging down to my knees now. As I was making my way back to 
mommy, my completely ruined and heavy diaper continued sagging until it 
dropped to the ground with a plop. There I was standing, naked, with my 
poopy crotch exposed to the air.
	Shame overtook me and my lip started quivering. I started crying 
like the toddler I am. Even though I had the mind of a 17 year old I 
was so into my little kid role I started crying. Stacey noticed me and 
said "awwwww!" and ran up and took me into her arms. She laid me down 
on the bench, took some baby wipes and cleaned me up quickly. She then 
got another Huggies from the diaper bag on the stroller and put it on 
me, while cooing baby talk to me the whole time. It felt sort of good 
to have a clean diaper again.
	I was still sort of sniffling. Stacey's maternal instincts kicked 
into gear and she cuddled me up to her c-cup breasts making me feel 
warm and safe until I calmed down. Her large, soft breasts felt great 
and were the perfect size to lean my little head against, and I forgot 
all about my little dirty diaper incident earlier. She put me back in 
my overalls and placed me in the stroller again. She gave me a bottle, 
which I nursed until I began to feel drowsy. I let the bottle drop from 
my lips and began to fall asleep.
	"I love my life", I thought as I drifted away.


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