Boomerang Virus

Chapter 2
Part 2

Chapter Description: In part 2, Jason has a humiliating moment at the store. Once a strong, energetic, star athlete, Jason is becoming aware that he's well on his way to being a diaper dependent toddler.

Jason’s mother Laura was a good woman. She volunteered at school for all the field trips, was active on the parent teachers association and worked hard to raise funds for school activities. The fact that her son was becoming a little boy all over again was difficult to take at first, but something in Laura’s mind relished the thought of taking care of a toddler again.

"Honey, mommy has got to bring you to the store to get some clothes that fit," said Jason’s mother.

"Can’t you get them for me?" Jason asked.

The thought of going to the store to try on little boys clothes was embarrassing.

"No my boy, I’m not sure exactly what size you are now. None of your clothes fit you anymore," Laura said. "Look at you! You can’t even walk in those sweat pants anymore."

Laura was right. Jason stopped wearing his usual jeans days ago, when they became to baggy and he had to hold them up while he walked. Instead he tied the drawstrings as tight as he could against his waste and walked around in his sweat pants. It was comfortable and Jason knew he could easily take them off during one of his many trips to the bathroom. His underwear was barely staying on but he continued to wear briefs in order to control the few splashes of urine that usually fell before he hit the toilet.

The trip to the store was awful. Jason didn’t realize how small he had gotten. In just a week’s time, he didn’t have the strength to pull himself into the car. Laura saw this and gently picked him up and buckled him in the back seat. During the trip to the store, Jason put his head in his hands in defeat.

He knew his life just wasn’t going to be the same.

In the parking lot of the local Target, Laura bent down and put Jason in his arms.

"MOM, I can do it," he said sternly, wriggling away and starting to throw a temper tantrum. "I can walk to the store. I’ve done it before."

"Jason you listen to me. You’re not a big boy anymore. I’m going to swat your butt if you keep it up," Laura said. "Besides you don’t have any shoes on, and look at you. You can barely keep dry. I’ve seen boys your age control themselves better."

Jason looked down and saw a tiny spot on the front of his sweat pants. She was right and he knew it. He was slowly becoming a toddler, dependent on his mother for his needs.

"Hi Laura!" Lisa’s mother shouted from across the parking lot. "Is that your little man. Ooh he’s so cute. How are you two taking all of this?"

Jason wanted to run away.

"We’re doing fine Nancy. Jason, say hello to Mrs. Davis."

"Hi Mrs. Davis,"Jason mumbled. He was sure that Lisa was not far away.

"I’ve seen so many moms here today getting toddler-size clothes," Nancy said. "It’s so cute, but I feel so bad. If there’s anything we can do Laura, you just let me know. Lisa would be happy to watch little Jason here if you need a break. I hear many of the boys are starting to wear diapers again. Jason looks like he’s a lucky one."

"Oh, he might not be so lucky when we get home," Laura said while shaking her head. "I just can’t keep up with the laundry anymore."

Jason wanted to run away as far as he can. And the next comment made him blush crimson.

"We’ll Jason, at least you won’t have to run to the bathroom anymore," Nancy said, hoping to make light of a bad situation. "Once you get protection on you can go whenever you get the need."

Sensing that Jason was too embarrassed, Laura cut the conversation off.

"Nancy, we’ll be talking to you," she said. "I might take you up on baby sitting duty for Lisa."

Nancy placed Jason in a carriage and once in the store the two began meandering the isles.

Once in the toddler department, Jason watched as Laura searched for his new size. After finding some blue jeans, several purple shirts emblazoned with letters, Laura brought Jason to the dressing room, where the two would try on his new clothes.

"Go ahead Jason, take off those baggy sweat pants," she said.

He hesitated at first, but Jason knew he had no choice and his sweat pants and underwear fell to the dressing room floor. Immediately Laura noticed the yellow stains on his briefs -- still wet from the trickle of urine released from Jason’s weakened bladder. But an even more ominous sign of Jason’s step toward toddlerhood were the darker stains.

"I’m going to have to start monitoring your bathroom visits," Laura said in a startling tone. "You’re obviously not wiping properly."

"Mom!" Jason said.

"Just put these on," she quickly blurted.

Jason slowly put on his first pair of toddler blue jeans. They fit well, but Jason quickly noticed the large space between his crotch area where perhaps some protection would fill the gap.

"Turn around so I can snap the back," Laura said.

The realization that he was wearing snap-crotch jeans suddenly hit him. Just a week ago, he was in the locker room, preparing to shower before a hot date with Lisa. Today he was in a dressing room staring at himself in the mirror while his mother snapped the back of his pants.

He was loosing control and he knew it. His bladder felt almost numb and the fear of loosing all control of his bladder and bowels in front of his friends and his family made him want to cry.

"We’ve got your size now. Let’s get you back in your sweat pants so we can get home and get you in some comfortable clothes darling," Laura said. "Honey, you look so cute in those pants."

As she looked at her new little one, Laura imagined her son as he was years ago. Sitting in the middle of a kitchen in nothing but a disposable diaper. For hours he would play construction with his blocks and run Matchbox cars through his mini-buildings. She chuckled to herself remembering how hard it was to toilet train her son. She would often catch him in the act --- grunting and turning bright red while pushing a large fresh load into the seat of his diapers. Is this what was in store for her once teenaged son? She knew what was needed next.

Soon the carriage was filled with toddler-size t-shirts and crotch-button pants. Suddenly the two were in the back of the store in an isle that Jason had feared.

Laura placed not two , but three bags of plus size pampers into the cart. Jason started to sniffle and seeing a few tears fall from his face Laura patted him on the back.

"I’m sorry it has to come to this dear," she said. "I just don’t think it’s healthy for you to walk around in wet pants."

Only moments later, would Jason regret not having protection sooner. In line at the register, Jason whispered to his mother that he had to go to the bathroom. He clenched down to hold his painful sphincter muscle. Only a few spirts of pee let go, but he was coming to the breaking point.

"Mom, I’ve got to go," he whispered.

It was too late. Laura had already begun unloading the carriage, but the young cashier stopped to watch as Laura attended to Jason.

After the second burst of pee. Jason couldn’t help it anymore and he flooded his sweat pants. Those at the front of the store could see his urine trickling through his underwear and down his crotch. The dark spot quickly spread and soon, Jason was completely embarrassed.

"Honey, I’ll take care of you when we get to the car."

Laura quickly paid the bill for the new clothing and supplies and the two headed for the car. Jason felt a tingling sensation as the warmth from the urine enveloped his rear end. It had been a long time since he had an accident out in public.

Just over a week ago, Jason was courting the girls in the school cafeteria. Now he was reduced to a pants wetting toddler. His life was turned upside down, but Jason vowed to regain his self control. The thought of turning into a pants pooping toddler caused him to shiver.

to be continued...