Derek's Birthday

Chapter 1
The whole thing

Chapter Description: Derek gets a birthday surprise.

There was a knock on Derek’s door on the day of his birthday. Being his birthday he rushed to the door. It must be the postman laden with gifts and cards for him.

As he pulled the door open he saw that it wasn’t the postman but in fact was a young woman, wearing a white blouse and black pencil skirt, with high heels, She had a large handbag and she was holding a rather tasty looking birthday cake.

She flashed him a dazzling smile and flicked some of her shoulder length purple hair out of her sparkling pink eyes. Eyes which glinted with humour

"Hello there. My name is Gwen. I’ve come to deliver a Birthday cake to you."

"Who is it from?" Derek asked curious. Gwen simply shrugged.

"I’m not allowed to read the gift cards, so I couldn’t honestly tell you" She smiled as she danced past him, carrying the cake.

"Whoa! Wait, hang on!" Derek ran after the strange woman as she made her way through his house.

"Where’s your kitchen? This thing is heavier than it looks" She asked, ignoring the fact that her intrusion had caused a bit of a fuss. Her manner was so bold and uncaring that Derek found his anger at the intrusion deflating and he simply looked at the woman for a second then caved in.

"Follow me. I’ll lead the way"

A few moments later they were in the kitchen and the cake was on the table. Gwen dusted her hands together then fished around in her pocket. Producing a candle and a lighter she stuck the candle in and lit it.

Derek was bemused, it was 9:30am in the morning, he didn’t really want birthday cake this early.

"Err..it’s okay now. Thank you. You can go." He said, nervously.

Gwen shook her head, her melodic laughter rang through the kitchen and Derek found himself chuckling too. She waggled a finger at him.

"Silly boy. Part of the company’s delivery service is making sure the recipient makes a wish. So blow out the candle and make a wish, then i’ll be on my way"

Derek blushed. He was a little old to be doing such childish things, but Gwen stood there with her hands on her hips, giving him a rather stern pout.

Sighing he leant over and blew out the candle. A small sliver of smoke wafted from the extinguished light and as he breathed it in he suddenly felt rather light headed. He grasped the table but his grip weakened and he stumbled to the floor.

"What’s happening?" He asked feeling alarmed.

Gwen simply folded her arms and watched as Derek began to shrink. She didn’t answer his question.

He scrambled to his feet to find his clothes hanging from him they were alarmingly big, he looked at his hands. They were getting smaller, chubbier, babyish.

"Help. Help me!" He looked up in fear at Gwen.

"Don’t worry sweetie. It’s only for the day. Everyone knows birthdays are much more fun when you’re a little kid. I thought you’d like this."

Derek shook his head from side to side.

"Quick change me back. Change me back!"

He waved his arms back and forth as if trying to fly.

Gwen nodded.

"That’s a point. I should change you huh."

Relief washed over Derek. This madness would end as quickly as it had started. Gwen put her handbag onto the kitchen table and rummaged around for a second then produced a rather thick disposable diaper.

Derek froze for a split second, then made a run for it. There was no way he was going back into diapers. Unfortunately for him the clothes he wore were now so large that he stumbled on the first step and tangled himself up in his jumper. Gwen giggled and fished the regressed man out of his oversized clothing.

"Come on silly. The sooner we get you all ready, the sooner you can have some of your birthday cake!"

Derek was all to aware of his nakedness in front of this beautiful woman and he tried his best to cover himself. Gwen simply laid him down on the kitchen table. He tried to sit up but she pushed him back down.

“No no little baby. Stay put so Aunty Gwen can get you all snug in your diapers. We don’t want a mess on the kitchen floor now do we?”

“Peese. Stoppit” Derek moaned, then clamped his hand over his mouth. His voice was regressing with his size.

“awww Ain’t you just darling!” Gwen tickled Derek’s exposed feet and he squirmed and giggled. Then he found Gwen had scooped both his feet up and hauled them into the air. When she lowered him again he realised she had slid the thick disposable diaper under him. He tried to kick, he tried to escape, but in one swift effortless motion Gwen had pulled the diaper up between his legs and was taping him in. She plucked him up by the armpits and settled him on her chest. She patted his thickly padded butt experimentally, making sure she had put it on correctly. Then settling him back onto the table she pulled a blue t-shirt out of her bag and put it on him and finally a pair of little white socks.

“There we go sweetie. All done. It’s just for today. I’m going to take you to the zoo and the park. You’re so adorable. I’m sure loads of your friends will want to play with you. You’ll have some really sweet memories of today that you can remember for the rest of your life.”

Derek had gone quiet. The thick padding between his legs felt humiliating but yet oddly comforting. He looked at the cake.

Gwen saw him eyeing the cake.

“Ahh. Yes. I did promise you cake didn’t I?”

She chuckled as she lowered the new baby Derek down onto the kitchen floor. He stood on his two feet for a moment before wobbling and falling onto his padded butt. He didn’t have much strength in his legs. He plucked at his socks. Not sure how to feel. If it was only for a day, then maybe he should enjoy it. He could go back to reality tomorrow. He looked up at Gwen to see her lowering the cake down to him.

“Dig in sweetie. It’s all yours”

For a moment he faltered. Feeling stupid and embarrassed, but Gwen reassuringly nodded at him, and he broke out into a shy smile then dug his hand into the cake and took a massive mouthful.

It was heaven. Positively delicious and easily the best cake he had even tasted. He dug out another handful, the cake splattering on the floor. A childish giggle escaped him as he clumsily fed himself.

Gwen sat at the kitchen table and watched the regressed man eat the bewitched cake. Maybe she should have told him that with each mouthful he was not only prolonging his regression by a week but slowly losing his mental capabilities. If he finished the whole thing, he would be irreversibly regressed. She watched in a fascinated way, a wry smile on her lips. She would spend the day with him and then tomorrow give him over to Tessa and Mark Finchley. They had been trying for a child for so long, and Gwen knew they would love little Derek and care for him in such a wonderful way.

She laughed in good humour as she saw what a mess Derek had gotten into.

“Oh sweetie, maybe I should have gotten you a bib, guess the floor isn’t going to stay clean after all huh”

Derek looked up at the woman, he didn’t understand what she was saying but he liked the sound of her voice. He gave her a big innocent grin, as he sucked on his messy fingers. Gwen fished around in her bag one last time and produced a camera. She clicked his picture and smiled.

“One for her regression album. All in a days work”

Derek didn’t notice, he was too busy feeding himself.