Desire

Chapter 3
Chapter Three

When Evan awoke he was struck with the feeling of being weighed down, as though he were wearing something particularly heavy. As sleep faded he realized that the sensation seemed to be localized around his waist...in fact, it was almost as though...

The smell hit him. Evan closed his eyes and clutched at the blankets.

God. God, no.

With a shaking hand he poked at his training pants and closed his eyes when it responded with the wet squish he expected. Though he felt on the edge of tears he was struck with the more practical problem of an intense itch covering his thighs and groin. He sniffled back his tears, threw his legs over the side, and jumped out of bed...just as Julia swung the door open. For a moment they stood there frozen, eyes locked, remaining that way until Evan saw her nostrils flare in reception of what he had done. Her face softened in sympathy and at that moment Evan felt smaller and more powerless than he ever had in his entire life.

“I...I wet the bed.” He muttered, staring at the ground. In an instant Julia was on her knees in front of him, pulling the little boy into a big hug. Evan stood still for a moment before wrapping his arms around her back and burying his face into her shoulder. He was struck by how quickly he felt better and even managed to ignore the tiny part of his mind that was screaming about how this was her fault in the first place. She pulled back and smiled.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She said. Evan lifted his feet so she could get the training pants off, still sniffling a little as she did so.

“Arms up.” She instructed. Evan hesitated for a moment before raising his hands, allowing Julia to whisk off his shirt with one movement. He blushed and covered his boyhood with one hand, the sad fact that it could be shielded by such a tiny appendage not lost on him. Seemingly unconcerned with his nudity, Julia took his free hand and led him in to the bathroom, where she left him standing while she turned on the bathwater.

“There’s no point in doing that.” Julia called over her shoulder as she tested the temperature of the water. “I’m going to see it soon anyway.”

Evan frowned. “What? Why?”

Julia turned towards him and smiled. “Because I’m going to give you a bath, silly.”

“Uh, that’s not necessary.” Evan insisted, growing flush once more. “I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t be so stubborn, sweetie. Even if you were able to wash yourself, there’s no way I’m leaving you alone in standing water. You might drown.”

Evan bristled. “I am not a child - ”

Before he could finish his thought Julia turned, took him beneath the armpits, and hoisted him into the air. Evan let out a little squeak of embarrassment at the sheer humiliation of being completely exposed and held in mid-air, but thankfully, the moment was short-lived as Julia quickly turned and plopped him in the tub. Evan immediately pulled himself into a ball and shot daggers at his “mommy”, who just rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Oh, don’t get sore. If it’s any consolation I think you have one of the cutest little pee-pees I’ve ever seen.”

All of a sudden drowning didn’t seem so bad. Evan curled himself even tighter as the water rose around him. As the tub filled the warmth of the water seemed to soothe away the embarrassment and, more important, the intense itch.

“C’mon now.” Julia said, looking up from the washcloth she had been soaping. “Stand up so I can wash you.”

Evan sighed but did as he was told. It’s not like I have anything to hide anymore. With brisk but gentle movements Julia ran the washcloth over his body. Evan had to admit that it felt good, almost like a massage - but that didn’t stop him from cringing when she ran the cloth over his privates and round little butt. A touch that might have felt sensual just two days ago now seemed horribly invasive. Thankfully Evan didn’t have to ruminate on it too long, as Julia was very quick in her work and had him soaped and rinsed in short order. Moments later, dry and wrapped in a big fluffy towel, Evan was carried back into the bedroom, where he was sat on the bed while Julia rummaged through the middle drawer.

“Could I choose my clothes?” Evan piped up.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart.” Julia said as she pulled an outfit from the drawer. “I already picked some out for you. I’m sure you’ll like them.”

What she had chosen, aside from the obligatory pair of training pants, was a little blue t-shirt, tiny white socks and a pair of overalls. Evan began to protest but thought better of it. What’s arguing going to accomplish? And if you were to make her mad... With that thought he allowed her to strip him of the towel and help him into the outfit, and even suffered without complaint through her tweaking his nose and telling him how incredibly adorable he was. Evan remained as silent as he could through breakfast, right up until Julia rose to clear the table.

“You’ll be happy to know that we’re not going out.” She declared. “So today, you don’t have to act like I’m your mommy.”

Evan sighed. Well, that’s good at least.

“So, no date today?” He joked.

“Oh, we’re having a date.” Julia called out from the kitchen. “Matter of fact, it’s going to be a group date.”

Evan raised an eyebrow. “With who?”

The doorbell rang. Julia smiled as she swept past him.

“You’ll see.”

Struck with dread, Evan jumped from his seat and scrambled after Julia. When he opened the door he struck shock still and briefly considered bolting out the back door. You’ve gotta be kidding me, he thought. On the porch stood two young mothers each cradling a squirming little boy, both looking as though they were about Evan’s current age. The three women greeted each other enthusiastically and suddenly turned their eyes towards Evan. He gulped and took a step backwards.

“He’s shy around strangers.” Julia explained to the ladies, who both nodded in understanding. “Evan, come and say hi to your Aunt Julia’s friends.”

Evan had to suppress a scowl. Very clever. Embracing the inevitable, he stepped forward and presented himself.

“This is Amy and Melanie.” Julia said, pointing each woman out. “And these are their boys, Joey and Alex.”

“Nice to meet you.” Evan piped.

“Oh, what a little gentleman!” Amy cried. “You’re lucky to have such a polite, adorable nephew, Julia.”

Julia put a hand on Evan’s head. “I sure am.”

“Well, better let the boys get acquainted.” Melaine said. With that she and Amy let their kids down. The boys responded by screaming and charging into the room, nearly knocking Evan over as they rushed past him and headed for a tote of toys. Evan couldn’t help but feel a little hurt, looking up at Julia as she kneeled down and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Try your best to make friends, okay?” She said, sweetly. “It might be a little hard for you since Joey and Alex already know each other, but I know you can do it.”

Evan inwardly sighed but just nodded in response. Julia smiled and gave him a pat on the behind, sending him in the direction of the boys, who had already dragged a toy tote from its hiding place and pulled their selections from within. As the women retired to the dining room to chat Evan turned his attention to Joey and Alex, who were already off in their own little world. With a shrug, he pulled a toy truck from the tote and sat a little ways away from where the friends were having their little adventure, running its little wheels over the carpet and furniture in a half-hearted attempt at play. Time passed and the boredom threatened to swallow him whole. He was moments away from nodding off when he was suddenly struck in the side of the head. Though it didn’t really hurt the shock was enough to catch his attention. He looked down to see a soft foam ball bouncing away from him, then up to see Joey standing on the side of the room, a grin on his face and his hands on his hips.

“You’re the bad guy.” He declared. “And me and Alex are the good guys.”

“Yeah, the good guys.” Alex echoed.

Evan stood and held his hands up.

“Uh, I don’t really wanna play...”

“Don’t try and trick us!” Joey shouted. “You’re evil and we’re gonna destroy you!”

Evan sighed. Fine, he thought. You wanna battle? Let’s battle. As Joey and Alex looked on he pulled out another toy tote and turned it upside down, scattering its contents across the carpet. Out of the flotsam he grabbed a stuffed tiger, some army men, and a selection of action figures, setting them up in a half-circle in front of the flipped tote. With a theatric flair he climbed on top of the tote, put a hand on his waist, and pointed at his adversaries.

“Try as hard as you like!” He dared. “You’ll never get past the army of the mighty Skeleton King!”

Joey and Alex blinked and then released near-simultaneous cries of joy. With the pure bravery of valiant knights they dove into the fray, engaging themselves in surprisingly intricate combat with the minions Evan sent their way. After an epic struggle Joey and Alex managed to break through the line, standing side by side in front of Evan with triumphant smiles on their faces. Evan hissed and slouched like a ghoul.

“Impossible!” He cried. “No one can defeat my invincible army!”

“You’re finished, Skeleton King!” Joey declared. “Let’s get him, Alex!”

With that the boys lunged at Evan, knocking him back onto the couch behind him. After a brief wrestling match he found himself pinned to a cushion by Alex while Joey kneeled above him, both boys smiling from ear to ear.

“We defeated you, Skeleton King.” Joey crowed. “And now I’m going to turn you from a bad guy into a good guy.”

“No!” Evan shrieked. “Anything but that!”

But Joey would not be dissuaded. He put his hand on Evan’s forehead, closed his eyes and murmured like a druid. When he withdrew it he motioned for Alex to get off and helped Evan into a sitting position.

“Now you’re a hero like us, Skeleton King.” Joey announced. “And together we’re going to rid the whole world of evil!”

Evan shook his head in mock confusion before looking up at the boys and offering them a smile of pure gratitude.

“I feel...I feel great!” He declared. “Thank you, heroes! I didn’t know that being good felt so...good!”

Joey and Alex giggled.

“You’re welcome.” Joey said. “And now that you’re a hero...it’s time for training!”

With that Joey pulled Evan and Alex to the ground into a tumbling giggling wrestling match. When the scrum was completed, Joey took charge again and detailed what their plans would be for taking down the real evil mastermind. At that time Evan looked over to see Julia smiling at him. She mouthed the words “thank you”. He grinned and nodded. From then on Evan might as well had actually been as young as he looked for how well he got along with them. He had forgotten how easy it was for little kids to make friends. The boys spent the day enveloped in play, taking only a begrudging break for a lunch of chopped-up hot dogs and macaroni & cheese. Still, even little boys have limits to their energy and as the afternoon wore on all three lay on the couch, propped up against one another, trying their damndest to stay awake.

“Looks like they’ve tuckered themselves out.” Amy chuckled. “It’s about time for us to be going, anyway.”

“Well, it’s been lovely having you over.” Julia said. “And I know that Evan had a great time, too.”

The women promised one another that they’d do this again soon as they scooped their kids from the couch. The boys fussed a little bit, saying that they weren’t sleepy and wanted to keep playing with Evan, but both were placated by the promise that they could come over again soon and quickly drifted off to sleep. As Evan watched them go he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, a feeling that he did his best to hide as Julia sat next to the boy and pulled him onto her lap.

“I’m really happy you had such a good time.” She said. “It means a lot to me.”

“Well, whatever I can do to make you happy.” Evan sleepily drawled. In his daze he didn’t even notice Julia quietly pull the vial from her pocket or withdraw its dropper. Had he seen her do that he likely would have stifled the yawn that stretched his mouth wide, providing a more than adequate target for her to sneak in a drop. The instant the familiar cascade of flavors hit his tongue Evan bolted upright and glared at her with accusing eyes.

“How could you do that to me?” He cried. “Aren’t I young enough already?”

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but I knew it’d be difficult to convince you to take another dose.” She said as she slipped the vial back inside her pocket. “And besides, we’ve only got a few more hours together. Surely you can be my baby for a little while.”

Her baby. The words made him shiver. Even though what he saw in the dresser had given him an idea of what she had planned he thought at the very least that he’d have a chance to talk her out of it. No such luck. Within seconds he felt the familiar warmth permeate his body and he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was that reality that kept him from putting up a fight when she kneeled in front of him and stripped him of his already-loosening clothing. Without a word she scooped him up and, despite the situation, Evan couldn’t help but savor in the sensation of being held next to her body, his nostrils filled with her intoxicating scent, her warm soft hand cradling his bottom. But when she carried him into the bathroom the reality of his circumstances struck him once again.

“Look how little you’re getting.” She whispered as she held him up to the vanity mirror. “Isn’t it amazing? You’re going to be my itty bitty baby.”

Though Julia’s words chilled him to the bone he couldn’t help but be fascinated by what was happening to him. His already chubby body plumped even further. Teeth sank back into gums. Fingers shrank into tiny little sausages. And his proud curls - the only feature he had still shared with his grown-up self - faded into tiny dark wisps. Before his own eyes Evan had been transformed into a pudgy sprite, a ridiculously adorable little boy that bore no resemblance to the man he once was.

He was a baby. Eighteen months, at most.

For her part, Julia seemed absolutely delighted, humming and swaying side to side as she danced from the bathroom into Evan’s bedroom. Without a word she laid him down on the bed and Evan couldn’t help but feel horribly exposed, laying naked and prone with his tiny body completely bare. That being said, he still wasn’t looking forward to the way Julia planned on covering him up. When he looked over to see her pull open the bottom drawer and pluck out a diaper and bottle of lotion his first reaction was to find out just how fast he could go on his pudgy little legs. But before he could work out the finer details of the plan Julia swept back over to him, lifted his little ankles, and placed the diaper beneath his bottom. After squirting out a generous dollop of lotion she set about rubbing it into every little fold and crevice Evan had down there. Despite the invasiveness Evan couldn’t help but shudder at her touch and even let out a little squeak of pleasure when she worked it into his tiny penis and rolled his pea-sized testicles in her hand. Once finished she pulled up the front, attached the tapes, and stood back to admire her work. Evan sat up, looked down at himself and grimaced. No lay is worth this.

“Oh, I almost forgot the last touch.” Julia said. She turned and re-opened the bottom drawer. Curious, Evan leaned crawled towards her - wincing at the audible crinkling - and peered over her shoulder to see what she was looking for. Julia seemed intent on keeping it a surprise, though, as when she turned around it was with her hands behind her back and a playful smile on her face.

“Are you ready?” She asked. Evan nodded warily. “Ta-da!”

With great ceremony she presented a pacifier, all baby blue save for the latex nipple. Immediately Evan scrambled away and held up his hands.

“No way.” He piped in his toddler voice. “Not happening.”

Julia frowned. “Why not?”

“Why not?” He cried. “It’s a pacifiuh! I’m not reawwy a baby, Juwia! I don’t need one of dose!”

“You look like a baby.” She countered. “You talk and dress like one, too. What’s the difference?”

“The diffewence is dat I’m weally a man!” Evan declared as he hopped off the bed and onto the floor. His legs wobbled but held as he put his hands on his hips and looked up at her. “No mattuh what happens, I’m still a man!”

The instant he completed his thought the room was filled with the sound of his rumbling tummy - and both he and Julia knew that it wasn’t from hunger. Evan went pale. Julia grinned.

Oh God, he thought. Nonononononono.

“Well, here’s your chance to prove yourself.” She said. “You know where the toilet is, big boy. Better hurry.”

He held his stare a moment longer before breaking towards the bathroom, toddling as fast as he could towards his goal. Julia sat on the bed and crossed her arms, smirking as he made it inside and - with some effort - closed the door behind him. Once inside, Evan was hit with another rumble and became increasingly aware that time was not on his side. With as much coordination as he could muster he dragged the stepstool from in front of the sink over to the toilet. He uttered a short prayer of thanks upon noticing that the lid was up, as that alone could have put an end to his efforts. With careful movements he stepped onto the stool and began pulling at the tabs - but no matter how hard he tried, his fingers didn’t have the strength or dexterity to work them. Panic began to set in as he felt the pressure build, which seemed to only make the tiny digits fumble even more. I can’t, he shouted at himself. I can’t. I can’t. I won’t. I won’t let this happen. I won’t let this happen. I won’t let this happen. I won’t -

Evan suddenly straightened up and blinked.

The fight was over.

As he stood there in front of the toilet he felt the sticky, smelly mass fill the back of his diaper to what felt like its capacity. Every time it seemed over his body came through with another push until he felt the mess tickling the bottom of his testicles. His traitorous little wee-wee joined in halfway through, soaking the crotch of his diaper with a long stream of baby pee. When it was all over Evan stayed shock still, blinking, his mind trying to process what just happened. A long moment passed before he stepped down off of the stool. With slow, staggered movements he made his way towards the door, the weight of his diaper compromising his balance and threatening to bring him down at any moment. Still, he managed to get the door open, his efforts rewarded by the sight of Julia, sitting as she was when she entered the bathroom - only this time with lotion, a fresh diaper and a box wipes lined up next to her. His entire body burned with shame as he hung his head and muttered something to the ground.

“What was that, honey?” Julia asked, sweetly. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Evan took a deep breath.

“...I said I need you to ?tange me.”

“Uh-uh-uh.” Julia wagged her finger disapprovingly. “That’s not how we ask for things in this house.”

Evan looked up with wide, brimming eyes.

“Will you pwease ?tange me?”

“Who do you want to change you?”

Evan choked out a sob.

“Will you pwease ?tange me...mommy...”

Julia beamed.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Without another word she plucked him into the air and laid him down on the bedspread. She undid the tapes in an instant, a task she completed without a thought. Meanwhile, Evan couldn’t do it even to prevent him from pooping all over himself. When she pulled back the front Julia let out a low whistle and waved her hand in front of her nose.

“Woowee, what a stink!” She declared. “Do all men make such big messes in their diapers?”

Evan could feel himself losing control. To this point he had suffered every indignity she could throw at him and came out relatively unscathed. But for the woman he lusted over to be crowing about the size of the mess in his diaper while she wiped his poopy bottom and wet little pee-pee...it was just too much. Making no effort to hold back the wave of anguish and frustration that overtook him, Evan screwed up his face and broke down bawling, his limbs kicking and flailing like any other toddler in the midst of a tantrum. A few seconds into his fit Evan became dimly aware of something being brushed against his lips and latched onto it without thinking. He began to rhythmically suck even though he knew that it was almost certainly a pacifier his mouth had curled around, regaining a tiny bit of composure with each passing moment. Eventually he calmed himself down enough to open his eyes...and see that he was sucking on his own thumb. A wave of nausea passed through him but he made no effort to spit it out. It felt too good.

“C’mere, sweetie.” Julia murmured as she sat down on the bed and pulled Evan into her lap. Though he was cleaned up she had not put a new diaper on him, which mattered little to Evan at the moment. All he was focused on was the pleasure he was deriving from his new habit, and the soft warmth of her skin against his bare little body.

“You know, I took notice of you the day I moved in.” She said as she began to gently bounce him on her hip. “To be sure, you were very handsome. But there was something else that caught my eye. It was the way you looked at my little ones.

“It wasn’t too hard to tell that you were jealous.” She smiled. “But I had to see for myself just how deep that envy ran, and where it had come from. It wasn’t until the night at the restaurant that I got the full picture.

“You weren’t jealous of my kids because they got to be close to me - you were jealous because of how happy they seemed, how innocent and carefree. No adult can hope to know the pure joy that children experience every day.

She pulled his chin up and looked him in the eyes

“You’ve wanted this for a very long time, haven’t you? Your memories gave you away.”

No!, he wanted to scream, you’re wrong! But all he could do was squirm and suck, suck, suck away.

“You don’t have to admit it. I know you better than you know yourself, Evan.”

She ticked at his little tummy. Evan giggled around his thumb.

“I knew right then that I would help you.” She said. “That I would be the one to give you what you desired. And if, in return, I get the baby I’ve always wanted...well, that seems more than fair, doesn’t it? I promise you that your second childhood will be even happier than your first one, Evan.”

Evan wanted to fight, wanted to so badly, but could do nothing but yawn heavily and blink as sleep began to blanket the corners of his mind. Julia chuckled.

“I don’t blame you for being tuckered out.” She said. “You’ve had a big day. Go ahead and sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

No! No!

Julia pulled Evan into the crook of her arm, rocking him gently as she brought her face near his and hummed in time with her swaying body. The sound filled his ears and muffled any part of his mind that might still be screaming in resistance. Evan didn’t want to think that she might be right - but, truth be told, at that moment he really didn’t want to think about anything. For now, he was content to lay in her arms, drift off to sleep, and be her sweet little baby.

For a little while, anyway.

 

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