The Return to Innocence

Chapter 16
Chapter 16 Rob Story

The Return to Innocence - Part 16, Rob’s Story

Wednesday morning started like any other day except Rob woke up to find he now slept in a crib. It was the temporary crib he had set-up for Benny when they were at the cabin. Now it was being put into use as his full time bed. As he lay in bed, he noticed the bed now had a rubber mat underneath the sheet and a soft furry bear lay beside him. The fact he was laying on a water proof pad became mute when he realized he was wearing a wet and messy diaper however he was content to lay back and wait for his mommy to come and rescue him from this safe secure prison.

Michelle finally came in and changed her two sons getting them dressed and ready for the day. As Rob had his shoes tied he looked puzzled, “Why putting on my shoes? Where we go today?” Michelle smiled at her son’s lisp. “I called Tim last night and he asked us to come into the lab this afternoon. I have a few errands and then into the lab to see what can be done for you.” She place Rob on the floor and he uneasily waddled over to the mirror. Again he was the same height but this time dressed in a white shirt with coveralls and little blue shoes.

He seemed to be the same height as yesterday although it wasn’t easy to tell. He might have gained a little baby fat over the past day so he just assumed that there no changes vertically, just horizontally. He was finding it more difficult to walk today, with his short legs and thick diapers taking each step needed more concentration. He just assumed the extra baby fat had changed his center of gravity and balance.

Before he could make it out of the room Michelle scooped him up, standing him by the door as she tracked down Benny then proceeded to breakfast. She placed Benny in the high chair while Rob stumbled around the room and watched the two them start the morning feeding ritual. There was no surprise when Rob noticed he would also receive a similar routine to his son. After Benny was finished, he was placed in the playpen and given a sippy cup before Rob would begin the same procedure.

Once breakfast was done Michelle put the two children in the living room to play for the morning. By 10 am the father had a plastic rattle in his mouth, feeling and exploring the toy with his tongue and mouth. His son was looking at a softly padded picture book of Farm Animals for children age 2 and up. Benny would point at a picture a yell “doggie”, every animal he pointed to was a doggie.

Rob got to his knees and crawled over to Benny to teach him the difference between a dog and a duck. Crossing towards Benny he could feel the diaper pull on his hips. He stopped crawling and looked down between his arms to see soaked diaper hanging low. He was slightly embarrassed but not for his growing incontinence but that it probably looked bad to have a diaper hanging low like that. He also reasoned that he might as well get used to it since this was a daily look for most babies. Getting on all fours he began to crawl again but felt an urgency coming from his gut. It was that unmistakable feeling he had before it was time to poo. Without warning his sphincter muscle relaxed and he could feel the hot soft poo spread across his bottom. Half way through his bladder released to complete the experience, as a small wave of pleasure ran up from his anus up to his belly button, leaving him to shiver in ecstasy. He just remained on all fours, staring towards Benny. His son could have done a back flip in from him and Rob wouldn’t have noticed as he focused on himself, thinking of little but the feeling between his legs and the possibility of a fresh diaper to begin the process again.

“Oh honey. You are making a mess on the floor.” Michelle said in a warm motherly tone. Rob looked down between his arms to see his pee laden diaper was now hanging halfway to the floor. What he thought was pee splashing against his leg was actually leaking down his leg onto the floor. “What do I care, its not like I can control when I need to go. It’s her fault, she should have checked my diaper sooner.”

Michelle was not mad; she knew his potty training was completely gone. She doubted if he knew there was a problem before now. “It’s okay honey, you made a mess on the wood floor which is easy to clean up. You were a very good boy for making the mess over here. Could you stay there for a few seconds while I take care of Benny, then I’ll be back for you.” Rob nodded his head in agreement then stuck a finger in his mouth and smiled at recognizing his achievement.

She quickly went over to Benny and placed two fingers down the front of his training pants before pulling on the back to see its state. “Oh dear. Benny your undies are damp. Does Benny need to go potty?” Benjamin sat there with a look of concentration, then stuck a finger in his mouth and nodded. Michelle laughed at the similar response from the two of them. “Life father, like son.” Michelle said before hoisting up Benny, carrying him to the potty, stripping him of his wet diaper and leaving him to do his business.

Rob remained kneeling on the floor for a minute before he was distracted by a soft toy dog in the corner. One thought came to him before he moved towards the toy. “Doggie!”

As he was crawling a pair of hands reached down and picked him up. Michelle held him under his armpits and carried him towards the nursery. Rob’s diaper hung at half mast threatening to fall off it too much stress was placed on the garment.

She placed Rob on the change table and removed the messy diaper, applying a generous amount of diaper rash cream not wanting her son to experience anymore pain. Finally she dressed him for the day before standing Rob in the crib while she retrieved Benny. Rob stood at the side of the crib watching Benny getting the same treatment and giggled as he said. “Like father, like son.” After dressing Benny she took the two children and placed them in the car along with the playpen, diaper bag and a few toys to keep them amused.

First stop was to Ben’s daycare centre. Mrs. Jenkins, the daycare’s manager, met the three of them at the car, grabing little Benny’s hand and walked with him while Michelle carried Rob. The daycare manager looked Rob in the eyes and inquired, “Who is this cute little man in your arms?” Rob looked up and smiled behind his thumb. Rob wasn’t very concerned with the possibility of being discovered. He was pretty sure she would have a hard time figuring out the difference between himself and another tot his age. With each passing hour Rob felt more secure as the child he’d become. His head jerked back and forth looking around the room at all the colours and the general buzz of energy that two dozen pre-school children will create.

Michelle noticed Rob’s excitement and started to pat his diapered bottom, trying to calm him as she held him against her chest. The little guy squirmed struggling to see everything that was happening around him. He could hear the other children playing and wanted to discover for himself what was happening.

The manager noticed Rob’s activity, she had seen it thousands of times and immediately recognised it as a child who needed to be active. Children, especially someone at this age needed to move around and release pent up energy, otherwise they were frustrating to deal with. She could see this baby was just like all the others and needed time to play, if he got to be active now he’d probably be much easier to deal with for the rest of the morning. The manager suggested that Rob would be alright playing with the other babies while the two talked.

The two women talked for a minute or two before Michelle was finally fed up with the squirming bundle. She handed him over to the manager who settled him in her arm. The manager walked away with Rob tickling him under the chin and prattled baby talk. He wasn’t concerned about being found out by this woman. Being only 28 inches tall and weighing 21 pounds, automatically made people think he was a baby. He’d also become more comfortable with who he’d become and how to behave in front of others. If he accidentally spoke a few words they would celebrate his achievement. Not much else could go wrong as long as he tried to play the part of a baby without really screwing up in the process. Besides, right now all Rob really wanted to do was investigate the toys and general commotion that was going on in the daycare. It seemed doubtful that his actions would be seen as anything else than that of a small baby.

The manager entered the main room for children under the age of two. As they walked into the centre Rob’s eyes grew wide at the spectacle in front of him. Everything was big and coloured bright blue, red, yellow and green. It wasn’t the toys that excited him as much as the d?cor, the bright colours seemed to attract him and focus his attention. In retrospect, it did make more sense, he had liked Benny’s blue plastic truck and the bold bright colours did seem more interesting. As the manager reached to the floor and placed Rob down he broke free of his caretakers grip as he ran off into the main room to play with the toys. He toddled for about 10 steps before he fell forward, he immediate got to his knees and started crawling towards the large pile of toys. Normally he might have cried at falling on his face but there was an exciting and colourful pile of toys waiting for him and nothing seemed more important at this time.

“Now Mrs. Leahey, we need to sit down and quickly review Benjamin’s progress along with the payment schedule for the next few months. It shouldn’t take long but I was hoping we could get the paperwork out of the way today.” Michelle looked out the window at Rob and showed some hesitance at talking while she watched her youngest son leaving her grasp. It wasn’t an issue of controlling Rob, instead it seemed much like the concern and attention she had for Benny. It was a motherly concern for Rob that made her worry for his safety even though he was in a highly protected, soft, monitored environment.

At first Rob was so focused on the bright colours and plethora of toys he didn’t notice Benny wasn’t in the room. He looked around for his son and realized Benny was not there. All around him were other babies ranging in age from 6 months up to 12 or 13 months. Almost none of the children were walking, most were on all fours. He looked around and was unsure where Benny could be. Then in a moment the blue and red clothing his brother had been wearing flashed across the doorway. Rob crawled across the room to the doorway where a baby gate had been installed to separate the two rooms. Once at the gate he used the fence to haul himself up to a standing position.

Looking through the fence he could see all the older children running around and playing with each other. There he could see groups of children some playing together with the plastic cars and trucks, while others were playing tag and a group of young girls were playing house their dolls sitting around a table having tea. Another thing he noticed was that most of the children were not in diapers! Some were wearing diapers, two already had nothing but a diaper and t-shirt since they had probably ruined their pants from an earlier accident. There were some he though might be wearing training pants since they seemed to have only a little bulk under their pants, much like Benjamin. But there were also others who were obviously much older, probably four years old and were beyond the need for toilet training.

Rob slowly turned back to look into his room. While still holding on to the fence for balance he saw his play mates. Very few of the babies were playing with each other and most were stacking blocks by themselves or chewing on some toy while drooling all over themselves. Then there was the constant smell of pee, poo and baby powder that reminded him of his state.

Rob wanted to play with the big kids, they looked like they were having more fun. However the fence was in his way. He grabbed the gate with both hands and began to shake it. When it didn’t budge he screamed and shook the gate as hard as he could, still it did not budge. Rob’s frustration grew, again he shook the gate while yelling hoping that someone would let him out. His outburst quickly turned into a temper tantrum, which turned into the cries of an unhappy baby. He stood there wailing and hoping someone would come to appease him.

- to be continued.