Stevie: Life Continues

Chapter 1
Bad Nites

Chapter Description: Like anyone, Stevie really hates wet diapers, especially when he is woken up by one late at night.

So it has been a long time since my physical regression and my entrance to a second babyhood. I am now no bigger than a two year old boy, and very adorable in appearance, too. It was like I was given an entirely new body; something I had secretly wanted for a long time. Like I said a long time before, quoting a well known saying, “be careful what you wish for.” I have no chance of growing up again. Then again, I am enjoying my new life so far. Carefree, no responsibilities (to a extent), and no worries—I will never regret this life.

Still, there are just some things I just don’t like in this new life. I lost all my potty training and have to wear diapers all the time, like any baby. To clarify, I like wearing diapers and I never minded to wet and soil myself without control. What I really hate is having a wet diaper at the middle of night which wakes me up and ruin my good night’s sleep that I now require (10 to 13 hours, to be exact.) Those nights, thankfully, don’t happen often. However, when they do, I felt like I am in misery because I would be needing a diaper change; something I cannot do myself.

There was one night I remembered clearly out of many of those nights. We came back home after sending my sister to college, and we arrived late enough that my parents would just leave me to bed. After a drink of water and a change of clothing, I was immediately put to bed where I fell asleep right then and there. I really needed a rest after a full day of activities. A pacifier in my mouth and my stuffed bunny , Harry, was all it took to get me slip into slumber.

Usually, when I opened my eyes, I would be seeing a lit room in the morning. However, during this time, it was still dark outside and my room was only lit by a night light. I moaned and reluctantly woke up. I really did not want to; I just wanted to sleep. But the wet diaper was just too uncomfortable. I rolled on my bed. I went from lying on my back to lying on my stomach. I also rested my face on the mattress after the pillow did not provide much more comfort. Finally, I sat up on the bed and held tightly to Harry. I was so sleepy but was not able to go to sleep, which was something I never liked even from my previous life.

I could have just cried, but I did not. I was a bit too mature to cry even if I was a toddler boy again. Besides, my pacifier was just too soothing. I decided to do only one thing, and it was something I can do. I slowly climbed out of my bed and got my feet on the floor. Then, I walked over to the door and opened it. The lights in the hall were bright and I covered my eyes for a few moments as I get used to the light. I continued to walk to my parents’ room and stood in front of the door.

Since my regression, my parents have an open door policy since there is a baby in the house. They always welcomed me in their room for anything I need. Even if I needed just a hug or a kiss, I was always entertained. I really do think that all parents would do that. I turned the door knob and slowly opened the door.

My parents’ room was lit and they had not gone to bed yet. I looked over to the digital clock on a sidetable and saw that it was not even midnight yet. Both of my parents were on the bed and were watching TV. However, they noticed me immediately when I walked in.

“Hey, honey,” my mom said, “What’s wrong?”

Like any little boy, the sight of mommy was very reassuring. I toddled towards my mommy and she was quick to let me into her arms. Being embraced was very calming and I held on to her. After a few seconds of being loved, I then told her what bothered me.

“I need a change, mommy,” I said after removing my pacifier from my mouth.

Mom checked my diaper, feeling it from the outside and then put her finger down the front. “Oh, you do. Let’s get you changed!” mom said.

She excused herself from dad who continued to watch TV. I was on my feet again with mom walking me back to my room. She turned on the lights so that she could see better and told me it would only be for a few minutes. Then, she laid me down on the changing mat before telling me to wait to get a fresh diaper and some diapering supplies.

“Hmm, it looks your dad forgot to change you when he put you to bed,” mom said as she removed my diaper, “Don’t worry, Stevie, I’m gonna have a word with him about this,”

That amused me a bit. I smiled behind my pacifier at the thought. I looked down and saw mom changing me. She removed my sopping wet diaper then wiped me with a thick and soft baby wipe. Then, she took some cream and applied it lovingly all over my crotch. Finally, she took a clean Huggies diaper, opened it, and put it on me. All of that was done within five minutes. Unlike a year or so ago when I still felt somewhat embarrassed by having being change by mom again, it was like I had never grown up in the first place. Really, it was as if they had forgotten that I was an adult and born more than 20 years before. In retrospect, parents see their children to still be their children.

“All done. Isn’t it nice to be in a dry and clean diaper again?” mom said.

I removed my pacifier again and said, “Uh-huh. Thank you, mommy.”

“Aww, that’s such a good boy,” mom said, snuggling me, “Now let’s get you back to bed.”

I was picked up and laid down on my bed. She made sure that I was comfortable and had everything I needed. She had all the stuffed animals on the bed to be right next to me, even though all I needed was Harry. She took my favorite pacifier from my hand and popped it in my mouth. I immediately started sucking.

“All right. Good night, Stevie. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said. Then, she kissed me in the cheek.

I snuggled my stuffed bunny and started to doze off as soon as the lights were out and the door was close. I really felt comfortable in a dry diaper, and was grateful that my parents were willing to look after me and help me when I was in need.

The last thing I thought before going into deep slumber was how I never ceased being their little boy, even when I should have been in college and being an adult.