From Textbooks to Changing Tables

by: diapercheck | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 21, 2014


Chapter 7
The Park, Baby!


Chapter Description: Matt suffers an incident in the sandbox, but at least his regression ends here.


The car found a spot right next to the park. Sam got out, came back around, and unbuckled her boys. Scott was about to vibrate into the next dimension, he was so excited. Matt, on the other hand, solemnly let himself be picked up and set on the ground, walking toward the park with Sam as Scott sped ahead.

“Scotty, be careful! Make sure I can see you, okay?” Sam warned as Scott came to a screeching halt and turned around.

“Okay, mommy!” Scott reassured as he continued to blast around the field toward the sandbox.

“Oh, that reminds me, Matt” Sam remembered, “You are to call me mom or mommy in public now, is that understood?”

“Okay, Sam-I mean Mom” Matt obliged. He just wanted to get Scott’s play done with so he could go home and hide. He accepted a sippy cup of water Sam handed him before heading off to the sandbox to see what the fuss was about. Upon arriving, he saw Scott building a sandcastle. He joined in, slowly getting more into it as tunnels and towers were built with the buckets and shovels the park had supplied. It was just Scott and Matt together, and for the first time in the past few days, he was starting to enjoy himself. Suddenly, a shadow came into view. It was a girl, with blonde pigtails, pink leggings, and a shirt with a flower on it.

“Hi! I’m Maddie!” She introduced herself gleefully, “I’m 5 years old!”

Scott instantly jumped up, “Hi, I’m Scott, and I’m thwee! This is Matt, he’s thwee also-“

“Ummm yeah, I’m Matt!” Matt interrupted, he at least wanted to accept his new role on his own terms, “I’m thrwee, and it’s nice to meet you, Maddie, do you wanna help with ouwr sthandcastle?”

“Sure!” Maddie piped up, Matt noticed that she didn’t lisp like he or Scott did. He was jealous. They continued to work on the sandcastle, while Sam and Maddie’s mom Michelle watched the little ones play.

“So are those your boys?” Michelle asked Sam.

“Yeah, Scott is 3 and Matt, well, Matt was 20, but he caught the AR virus. He’s currently 3 now, and potty trained, but I have him in training pants just in case something happens.” Sam replied.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Michelle replied, “My brother had that a few years ago. He’d be 30 now, but he’s technically 19 chronologically. I hope it works out for you guys.”

“Oh, it’ll be okay, I’m ready for whatever.” Sam reassured Michelle, “I just hope Matt can handle it well.”

Back in the sandbox, the three chugged away at their mini city. Suddenly, Scott stood up,

“I half to go potty” He said, recognizing his need. “Matt, do you need to go?” He asked almost patronizingly.

“No, I’m fine” Matt replied begrudgingly, “I’m a big boy.” He had to go a little bit, but he was sure he could hold it. He watched Sam and Scott head off for the bathroom across the park as he continued to work. As soon as he saw them disappear, suddenly it became apparent that he had to pee. Now. He grabbed his little crotch and ran over to Michelle, the only adult in the area.

“Ma’am, I have to pee” Matt begged as he danced around.

“Oh honey, your mom just left, she should be back soon, can you hold it?” Michelle replied sympathetically.

“I fink so,” Matt replied. He put on a tough act, but he wasn’t even sure himself. Just then, Scott and Sam emerged from the bathroom. Matt flagged them down quickly.

“Mommy, I have to pee!” Matt begged as he was ready to burst. He was hanging onto his crotch for dear life as he danced around like a deranged squirrel.

“Matty, you were supposed to come with Scott when he had to pee. I’ll take you, but you have to wait a bit, because you should have told me sooner.” Sam retorted. She wanted to see him squirn a little so he would learn his lesson.

“But mommy, I half to gohhhh!” He whined as he leaked a little bit.

“Well, you’re wearing training pants, honey, just go in them then if you can’t hold it. Maybe this will teach you about telling your mommy when you have to go pee pee.” Sam said flatly. It didn’t really matter though, as right then, a torrent of pee flooded the front of his training pants. Matt was ashamed, and strangely it felt pretty good. However, another problem arose.

“Oh sweetie!” Sam noticed, “Your training pants are leaking!” wetness appeared around the sides of his crotch where the undergarments ended, “You must be getting smaller! Come on, let’s get you changed.” She said as she walked a sobbing Matt towards the womens’ restroom. Sam opened the koala bear care changing table and stood a smaller Matt on top of it. She noticed his shoes were getting a little big on him, and his shorts sagged just a tiny bit.

“Honey,” She said, “I think you’re around 2 years old now. And since you can’t notice when you have to use the potty, I think I should put you in diapers just to be safe.” She sadly told him.

“Nooooo, Mommy, I wath just being stubbown to Scotty! He wath mean to me!” Matt protested.

“Honey, I’m not going to put new training pants on you if you just turn into a baby tomorrow. It’ll be easier this way.”

She laid Matt down as he kicked and screamed and took off his shoes, socks, and soaked shorts. She removed the soiled training pants and the rest of the garments and threw them in the garbage, retrieving from her now necessary diaper bag some powder, wipes, and a huggies slip-on disposable diaper, along with a new pair of shorts, socks, and Velcro shoes. She wiped his crotch area, powdered it, and tried to slip on the diaper, but Matt was squirming too much.

“Matt, you’re going to need to cooperate with me.” She commanded. At that, Matt knew he was beat. He stopped squirming as she stood him up, and pulled the diaper up like underwear, just like it said on the package.

“See? It’s like big boy undies! Now let’s get your shorts on.” She said as she pulled his shorts up, followed by socks and shoes. He noticed the shorts were elastic on the waistband, probably for easy removal if he soiled himself again. He sighed as Sam lifted him off the changing table and placed him on the floor. He noticed the diaper stuck happily out of the shorts he was wearing, almost as if to show the world he was both incontinent and proud. As a matter of fact, he was not. He tried to hide it with the shirt, but it didn’t work.

“Come on, Matty, let’s go back to playing. Michelle probably is tired of watching Scotty.” Sam said as she took her now toddler step-son and walked him back out to the sandbox. Upon reaching the play area, both Maddie and Scott instantly noticed something.

“Matt, are you wearing a diaper?” Maddie inquired. Scott wondered the same. Matt sighed. “Yeth, mommy says I should pwobabwy weaw a diaper to be safe, ath I’m not quite potty twained.” Matt sighed. Scott stood silent as Sam told him earlier to keep quiet about his brother’s condition. He was secretly happy though, because maybe Matt would have more attention paid to him than Scott for once. Scott hated being a baby. Suddenly, from the benches, Matt and Scott heard Sam calling to them.

“Okay, boys, it’s time to go home! We’re having some friends over tonight.” Sam shouted.

“Yayy! Fwiends!” Scott gleefully cheered as him and Matt hurried over.

“See, the reason being is because instead of informing all our friends one by one,” Sam explained, “I can tell them all at once and we can get this overwith.”

“Ugh, fine!” Matt lamented. He just wanted it over so the healing could begin. He knew this was the end of his regression, as the sinking feeling he had been feeling in the pit of his stomach since his diagnosis was gone. He could finally turn it around. Sam loaded her boys and belongings into the car after saying goodbye to Michelle and Maddie and drove off for home to both get Matt’s room ready for his new state and get ready to entertain some people. Matt just stared out the window, wishing he could fast forward time.

 


 

End Chapter 7

From Textbooks to Changing Tables

by: diapercheck | Complete Story | Last updated Jan 21, 2014

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