Roommates

Chapter 4
Rules to Live by

Chapter Description: Mitchell then picked me up under my arms brought me up face to face with him and asked “Are you going to be a good boy or do you need a spanking?” A look of fear came over my face and I started wetting my already soaked training pants. Pee started running down my leg

I awoke to find myself back home in a playpen still nursing my pacifier. Max was in the kitchen cooking dinner and Mitchell was on his computer. I tried to recall what had happened earlier that day. I remembered going to McDonald’s seeing Scott, having my accident in the car and then of course throwing my temper tantrum. As I started to get up I realized two things. I had been asleep for 4 hours and I had wet my training pants. I didn’t just wet them a little. I had flooded them and they leaked a little into my playpen. I tried to say something through my pacifier to Max who was still working on his computer. All that came out was “mmmph”

“Well look who’s up” he said with a little smile. “ Did you enjoy your little nap.”

I took my pacifier out of my mouth and said “ Yeah. I cant bewieve I swept that long.”

“Well after that little fit you had in the bathroom I am not surprised”, he said.

“Dinner is almost ready. Max see if Patrick is wet and then we can eat”, Mitchell said from the kitchen.

Max came over and lifted me out of the playpen and put me on his hip and put 2 fingers down the front of my training pants. “Yeah he wet them good. Come on buddy lets get you changed.”

He didn’t take me into the bedroom, instead just laid me down on the living room floor and got out the bag from Wal-Mart. I was wondering why he didn’t just take me to the bedroom and get some of my Underoos. Before he did anything he told me to sit up and he sat on the couch next to Mitchell.

“We need to have a talk”, Mitchell said. I sat there in my little toddler body looking up at my two roommates who I was actually older then.

“ Max and I talked on the way home and we understand that you would have some tendencies of a child but like you said today you still are 29 years old. You have wet yourself twice and you were a little shirt with myself Max and even Scott at lunch and then that temper tantrum. So we both talked about and decided if you are going to act like the child you look like we will treat you as such and give you some rules.”

My eyes widened as I looked up at my two roommates who had complete control over the situation and of me. My bottom lip began to quiver and I said in a shaky meek voice “ What kind of wools.”

“ To begin with”, said Max. “You will no longer wear your Underoos or training pants. You will wear diapers. You have had two accidents and tried to lie about the first one. You obviously need to be potty trained again. If you can show us that you can keep your diaper dry for a whole day and night then we will let you graduate to traning pants and then maybe the Underoos. Until then if you wet like a baby you wear diapers like a baby.”

My eyes started to tear up and my ears began to burn. My little fist was clenched so tightly and my lips were pursed together so tightly they almost disappeared. I could feel anther temper tantrum coming on.

They noticed it to and that’s when Mitchell said “ And the temper tantrums. We understand toddlers get them but you still have your adult mind. If you were a real toddler we would handle them like we did today and just let you cry it out. But you should at least know better then to kick and throw your fists. If you do that again I will take you over my knee pull off your diaper and spank you.”

When I heard the word spank the tears came rushing out. “NO!” I cried out. “You Cant! I don’t want to be wittle anymore.” I was careful not to pound my fists or kick my legs. It took every ounce of will power my tiny body had. The tears, however, kept flowing.

They just kept looking down at me and let me cry for a couple of minutes. Then Max said “ We decided that since you lied to us earlier and because of that fit you had we will keep you like this for the rest of your vacation at least. You just be a good little boy and everything will be fine.”

“Pwease make me big again.”

“Unfortunately it’s not going to work that way”, Mitchell said as they both stood up from the couch and looked down at this tiny little crying toddler. And if you don’t follow the rules we will keep you like this until you do.

“Pwease! No!” I screamed crying trying not to kick my legs but they still moved around a little.

Mitchell then picked me up under my arms brought me up face to face with him and asked “Are you going to be a good boy or do you need a spanking?”

A look of fear came over my face and I started wetting my already soaked training pants. Pee started running down my leg.

“I think he gets the point” Max said with a smile.

“Do you understand Patrick”, Mitchell said. All I could do was nod my head . I was complexly speechless.

“Good then lets get a dry diaper on our wittle boy”, he said as he laid me down on the floor. He carefully took off my training pants and noticed once again I was rock hard. He just ignored it at first and proceeded to slide a diaper under me. Taking some baby wipes he started cleaning my diaper area and massaging my little boner. Even though I had been completely humiliated it felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop. He then stop and powdered me and as he was taping over my hard on he said, “I told you earlier if you were a good boy we would do that. But you had a temper tantrum like a baby so I m just going to diaper over this for now. If you’re good during dinner I might consider it. But that will be anther rule. You will not touch yourself unless we say its ok. Understand.”

Again I just nodded. He then picked me up and brought me into the kitchen. It was then that I say the highchair. I couldn’t believe that this dream I always wanted to come true was really happening. A little to real. Mitchell sat me in my highchair and put my tray in front of me. He then started serving everyone. First he and Max got there Porterhouse steaks and I was given a plate of Macaroni and Cheese with hotdogs. They both had a glass of red wine and I was given a sippy cup of milk.

As they began to eat I just sat there and was thinking of my new situation. What could I do? There was no way of being able to identify myself to anyone. They could easily let me stay trapped in the body of a toddler. I picked up my kids fork and began to eat. Again I noticed how off my motor skills were and half way through the meal I had most of it on me then in me.

Mitchell and Max just began talking about this and that not even bothering to include me in the conversation. They talked about the upcoming play date I was to have with Scott and his nephews. All I could do was sit there and finish my supper.

After dinner Max cleaned off my face, picked me up and put me on the living room floor with some of the coloring books they bought me.

“You stay out of trouble while we clean up”, he said with a grin.

I started coloring to keep my mind occupied but what I really wanted at that moment was a cigarette. This had been the longest day I had gone with out one and I always have one after a meal. That coupled with all that went on that day made me crave one even more.

I peaked into the kitchen and saw they were busy with the dishes and such. I quietly made my way to my room. Luckily the door was open. I reached under my nightstand were I kept a stash of cigarettes. I went over to the window, which was open a little and after a few tries finally got the cigarette lit.

It felt so good to take that first drag. But it did give me a buzz, more so then usual. I could feel a cough coming on and tried to keep it quiet. If I had to stay like this for a while at least I would have some salvation.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOUNG MAN!” yelled Mitchell from the doorway of my room. I just sat there wearing nothing but my diaper with a lit cigarette. He turned on the light, come over to me took the cigarette from my hand and threw it out the window. He noticed my stash of cigarettes. I had forgotten to put it back under my nightstand. He picked up the pack and said, “We are going to get rid of these”. He then went into my bathroom and took them out of the pack to put them in the toilet.

At this point I was getting mad. Those were mine and he had mo right to take them. I rushed over to him and tried to get them back. I didn’t really know what I could do but this was enough. I started swinging my fist and must have accidentally got him right in the balls. I got real scared at that point and picked up the remaining cigarettes and tried to run. To where I don’t know.

Max however stopped me took the cigarettes from my tiny hand. Grabbed onto my wrist and said,” I don’t think so!” He walked me over to Mitchell to see if he was all right.

“I’m fine but he was one nasty punch for a toddler”. Mitchell said as he straightened himself out. “ Max get rid of those things. Patrick and I need to have a little talk”, he said taking me underneath his arm and walking back out to the living room.

I started to kick and scream, as I knew what was to come. “Plewese don’t! I didn’t mean to! I pwomise I wont smoke again!”

“You bet your life you wont smoke again young man!” he said as he ripped my diaper off sat on the couch, put me over his knee and began to give me the spanking of my like.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. I had never felt such pain in my life. WHACK WHACK WHACK . All I could do was bawl my little eyes out.

After two more slaps he asked me, “Are you going to be a good wittle baby for us or do I have to keep going?”

It took me a minute between sobs but I finally said “ I (sob) pwomise (sob) I (sob) will (sob) be (sob) good (sob sob sob).

“A good what?” he asked me.

I knew I was really beaten at this point “A (sob) good wittle (sob) baby.

“ Good boy”, he said as he sat my naked body in his lap and put his arms around me. Even though he just spanked me I couldn’t help but bury my head into his chest and cry. As I did he continued to hug me and rock me back and forth.

“SHH SHH SHH its ok buddy. But you have to remember from now on you are not 29. You have no real say in what you do. Until we decide to make you big again you will do everything we say. OK”, he said in such a soft voice. It was in such sharp contrast to the one he used when he say me smoking.

As he lifted up my head with his finger I said “ I pwomise I will be a good (sob) boy.

He gave me anther hug put me feet on the floor, took my wrist and led me naked over to the corner. “ You stand facing this corner for 10 minutes while Max and finish cleaning up. I want to you to keep your arms by your side and don’t slouch or lean.” He said as he left me in the corner.

I stood there with my little butt burning like crazy for the whole ten minutes. I once again got an erection thinking of how I had been conquered and my status was now officially that of a toddler. Afterwards he came and took me by the wrist and led me into the bedroom. He picked me up and sat e on the bed. That stung my butt a little but I was scared to make any sudden movements. He got a new diaper some powder, baby wipes and a changing pad out. Then he went over to my dresser and got my footies.

“Time to get you ready for bed”, he said as he laid me back, rolled up my legs and slide the diaper underneath me. The then wiped my diaper area with the baby wipes. I was still a full 1in. He then powdered me and taped up the sides of the diaper. He put my footies on next and then brought me out to the living room where he asked Max to bring the playpen into there room.

“I think it would be better if he stayed in our room from now on”, he said to Max.

“You are probably right. Tomorrow I will see about a crib, Max said as he put the playpen into there room.

Mitchell brought me into there room and gave me a hug and passed me over to Max who did the same.

“We do love you Patrick”, Max said with a genuine smile. We have noticed you have been sad and depressed lately and we think this experience of growing up again will be good for you.”

“I know”, I said as I hugged him back. He then laid me down into my playpen and brought me a teddy bear.

“ I picked this out for you earlier. I think you might need it tonight”

He tucked me in and slipped a pacifier into my mouth. Both he and Mitchell kissed me on the forehead before turning towards the door shutting off the lights and closing the door...