Matt and Adam

Chapter 1

"I’m ready if you’re ready." Adam declared.

Matt smiled and squeezed Adam’s hand, then pulled his boyfriend in for a kiss. He was half hard and unsurprised to find Adam was too as they embraced. Excitement or nerves? Probably a little bit of both, just like him. He broke their kiss with a nervous grin.

"Then here we go, baby boy." As Matt set the crystal down the rest of the arcane picnic shimmered - he didn’t see it, he *felt* it. The ripple passed through him and through Adam and where it connected with his stomach he *waved*, like a mirage effect in a 70s adventure movie. The wave climbed up and down his trunk, filling his body til he and Adam both swerved like snakes against each other. He lost his vision for a brief moment and then the wave broke and it returned, his whole body felt both small and large and he clumsily lifted one arm to shield against the sudden sunlight.

They were in a suburban neighborhood, a well-appointed one by the looks of it, and presently mostly hidden behind a few shrubs.

"We - we did it." Matt spoke flatly, withholding excitement, scanning the neighborhood as fast as his eyes adjusted to the light. He and Adam’s hands were still pressed tight together, palms dry.

It looked like any asphalt-and-plastic-siding cul-de-sac on a spring afternoon until an SUV drove past and pulled into the closest driveway. The vehicle was easily 15 feet tall. They couldn’t even see level with the tinted windows. The engine shut off and the world held its breath along with Matt and Adam.

After a few seconds the driver’s door opened and a towering soccer mom archetype stood in the driveway with a cellphone to her ear.

"Well just tell them they should expect a call tomorrow. Because it’s out of standard business hours, that’s why! Look I don’t have time for this, Okay? I have to get Billy and Ally changed and put down for their nap before dinner. Well it’ll still be there in the morning!"

The woman stabbed the touchscreen with a finger, threw the phone into her purse, and gripped the car door tightly with one hand. She took two deep breaths and paused, then took a third and let it out slow and broke into a somewhat unbelievable grin.

Matt and Adam couldn’t see into the backseat of the car when she opened it and began to dig through her purse but it didn’t take more than a few seconds until she found what she was looking for - it looked exactly like a retractable dog leash but with two clips. The driver leaned into the open door and fiddled with something for almost a minute.

Adam squeezed Matt’s hand and held the pressure. They both knew this was it.

"Honestly, I can’t believe you both went poo poo in such a short time! I only picked you up from daycare a few hours ago. Ally, stop fidgeting with your dress, the carseat has wrinkled it enough already. Come on now."

The amazon leaned back holding a boy their height in a light blue romper with a definitive bulge in the seat and stood him on the pavement. Once she let him go he stood just at her thigh. He wore clunky, overlarge pure white velcro sneakers and white mid calf socks that didn’t come anywhere near the laughably short legs of his romper; a baby blue pacifier bobbed in his mouth to match his outfit. One clip of the woman’s leash was attached to the rear of a harness that hugged his chest and back. Billy stepped in place once or twice, pigeon-toed.

The second the woman leaned back into her car - releasing Ally from her carseat, no doubt - Matt waved frantically. They were already facing each other and he knew Billy could see them. Billy shook his head sharply, as if to clear his vision, and gaped back. Before Matt could decide what to do next Billy started to make fervent shooing motions and shook his head back and forth again. His eyes looked stern and fearful and stayed that way as his mommy reemerged from her SUV with Ally.

As classically and definitively ’baby boy’ as Billy had been dressed, that was how ’baby girl’ Ally looked as she was set on the driveway. Her chestnut hair was in pigtails that hung down the shoulders of the bow-and-lace-spattered pink dress she wore. It stopped midway down her thigh to show a very thick and very wet and messy diaper. Her shoes and harness matched Billy’s, but her socks were knee high and her harness and pacifier were a pale pink to match her dress.

"Let me take a look at you now."

The tall woman went down on one knee behind the two, leaving them to gaze across the street. She pinned the girl’s dress up against her back to squeeze and press her heavy diaper and did the same to the boy’s through his romper. Ally crossed her arms and looked resigned as the mess was squashed into her bottom. Billy jostled her shoulder and pointed out at Matt and Adam, but by then the two were dry-humping and kissing each other in a heap on the ground behind the bushes.

"We did it, the magic worked-" "-we made it to the diaper dimension-" "-we’re gonna find a daddy and be dirty baby boys together-" "-our daddy’s gonna keep us in diapers-" "-we get to go poo poo and pee pee in diapers-" "-we get to be diaper babies-" "-we get to be diaper babies."

Months of effort had paid off. Two boyfriends had studied and watched and waited to find a way into a dimension where people their size were considered incapable, were regularly adopted against their will to be kept as infantilized pet/child hybrids, where they themselves were sure to be relegated to playpens and diapers and highchairs and cribs and all the trappings of babyhood.

It was hotter than they had even imagined.

"No, no, leave everything on. It’s okay to have accidents here. Be messy." Adam said breathlessly, pulling Matt’s hands from the waistband of his loose shorts. They both grinned and again pressed their cocks together between their bellies. The matching precum blots on their shirts were replaced with matching sticky loads as they came shortly after one another.

Adam was the first to speak after the long afterglow subsided.

"It’s time to find our daddy."