Leaning through the doorway Seth checked around to see if the coast was clear. No one saw him steal a Pull-Up from his cousin's diaper bag. He slipped it in his pants and walked briskly towards the upstairs washroom. Stealth was of utmost importance. To get caught with such an item would mean disaster for the young man. For years he carried a fascination with age regression and progression. Whenever he had the chance he would checkout: books, movies, articles, pictures and internet sites on the subject. It had really become a fetish for him. He fantasized about spending the night with a lovely female companion while he regressed to about six years old. The training pant helped him to live out his dream to an extent. Walking up the stairs of his cousin's house he made his way into the washroom and locked the door. Stripping off his pants he put on the Pull-Ups as best he could and waited until the urge to relieve himself came. After he was done the moment of fantasy was done and he relieved himself in other ways. As he had done many times before he threw the used toddler pant into the garbage and re-dressed himself. With that done he went into the living room to watch some TV.
As he sat down his sister's made their way into the room. "What’s that smell?" the younger one commented upon sitting down. " It kinda smells like baby powder " the older one stated. They both stared directly at Seth. He cursed himself mentally. He had forgot to wipe the perfumed scent of the pull-up from his crotch. He shrugged his shoulders and made a face that said "I don't know". The girls Sophie age 9 and Candy 14 simply shrugged off idea after that. Maybe one of their younger cousin's had been through. Seth was in an uncomfortable position. For some reason or another the perfume was really irritating his genital skin. He even seemed to recall a bit of white powder on his member. He heard his irate older cousin Jenny yelling from the washroom "This is impossible I know Claire doesn’t go through this many pull-ups a day!". After months of pinching pull-ups it appeared that Jenny finally noticed. She had a surprise in store for the thief whoever it was.
As the show Seth and his sisters were watching ended Seth made his way to the washroom to cleanse his itchy skin. As he pulled down his pants he received a horrible revelation. His once proud manhood had been reduced to nothing more than an inch long nub and two marble sized balls. He began to panic. His fantasies never involved a loss of manhood. In fact that defeated the purpose of the fantasy which was climaxing. He needed to find some way to deal with this but he didn’t know where to even start. His girlfriend would be over in a hour and she would be expecting some naughty fun. If this didn’t get better and soon he wouldn’t even be able to masturbate anymore and that itself was also a nightmare. Wiping them down he left the towel on the floor and left to go look around for an answer. Jenny walked in soon after he left and picked up the discarded towel. The smell emenating from the facial towel was unmistakable. She had found her thief.
As Seth snooped around the master bedroom he heard footsteps coming towards the room. Quickly he shut the drawers he was going through and lay himself across the bed. Debbie his whinny girlfriend had arrived. The nymphomaniac was looking more sex starved than ever as she shut the door behind her. She crawled on top of her boyfriend and with out even a hello she started to unzip his pants. To save himself Seth suggested a bit of make out to begin with. He planned to leave her near the end to go “fix” something urgent. She would have nothing to do with that thought. Her weight easily pinned the eighteen year old down. Odd she could never do that before he thought. Too quick for him to object she pulled down his pants and began to cry as she looked upon the diminished member of her lover. She gave him a angry glance and left unsexed. His face flushed hotly as she left him there naked on the bed.
Getting up he began to put his t-shirt back on when he noticed that the sleeve was longer than usual. Instead of ending a bit before his elbow it seemed to end a bit after. Even his belt had to be buckled two notches sooner than before. These things were putting him on end. What if the substance was spreading through out his body? No it was impossible because it had simply touched his pelvic region. As he put on his socks his cousin Jenny appeared at the door “I heard Debbie crying …. Something about a little prick…. I hope you two are still alright she seemed like such a nice girl”. Jenny knew exactly what was little in that room. Thanks to her connections in the occult world she knew more than she thought Seth wished she did. “I’m sure it’s just a little problem” she said using her thumb and index finger to show her cousin the universal symbol for small. “Yea it’s nothing big” Seth said casually. As Jenny walked off she said “I’m quite sure it isn’t”. Seth breathed a sigh of relief thinking he had just dogged a bullet.
As he scoured the house over for anything that would help him he continuously came up short. Walking down the hall he noticed that his Gr.12 graduation photos were missing. He received another cold shot when he asked his Aunt where they had gone. She simply stated with a grin “Gone? They haven’t even come! You haven’t even got your letter of acceptance from a high school sweety. Now why don’t you go put on some clothes that actually fit you. Your sisters are waiting for you in the living room they want you to play twister with them.”. Jenny turned the corner and continued to pretend looking busy. She smiled to herself as she knew the longer he waited to tell her the truth the worse it would get. Only the caster of the spell and the victim knew what was going on. Everyone else would simply think that all was right.
If what his aunt said was true then he was fourteen again. Unfortunately his manhood still looked two. He tried acting casual but felt very afraid inside to end up any younger. Fantasies were not supposed to come true. His sisters had already begun the game without him. He served as point scorer as they called him. Everything went well until Seth became too distracted from the game with his problem at hand. Apparently it was Candy’s turn and Seth had not called it. The spoiled teen was not pleased. She showed this by pushing her brother to the floor. He got up and stared straight ahead into her neck. He looked up at her as she started to go on her usual tirades “I would have thought that by Gr.3 you’d know how to count Sethy but…..”. He paid no heed to the rest of her ramblings. What she just said placed him at eight years old. His clothing quickly started to loosen. He ran upstairs to the guest bedroom and locked the door. He began to cry gently but quickly re-focused himself. He needed to find clothing.
Going through old dressers he found his old elementary school pants and shirts. In three hours he had gone from eighteen to eight. This was not a good sign of things to come. If he couldn’t find a solution soon he would be in serious trouble. Damn his lusts! They had gotten him into trouble before but never anything like this. If he had never stolen those stupid…..the nursery! The answer must be there. Once again checking if anyone was around he made his way into the nursery. Picking up a lone pull-ups he examined it. It seemed very normal. This frustrated him. He couldn’t figure it out. Suddenly he was pushed to the floor and unconsciously began to cry. He turned his teary eyed face up to his little sister Sophie. “TAG! You’re it! Awwww whats wrong Seth? I thought you liked playing TAG with your big sister? OH! I understand you’re just really excite because tommorow you start kindergarten! Isn’t that great!”. No it wasn’t great and he shook his head. As she held her little brother Sophie wondered why the little boy was so scarred? Noticing the wet spot on the front of his loose sweats she understood. Sethy wasn’t quite potty trained. Everyone else in his class probably would be.
Not knowing where else to go Seth began to toddle to the kitchen. Along the way he left a trail of clothing until he came upon Jenny. The naked little toddler pulled on his big cousin’s slacks. She looked down on him with a grin that spanned ear to ear. “Hey there baby! Where’s your clothes darling?” Jenny said as she picked up the tot and placed him on her hip. She began to walk with him towards the nursery. Once inside she locked the door. Placing him on the changing table her face took on a serious yet amused look her voice came out sweetly yet deadly “Do you know how much pull-ups, powder and Vaseline cost? It’s weird that you get a kick out of it but it’s not going to cost me. It’s a real pain to have to go shopping frequently because of a pervert. Well it looks like you got your wish and then some. I really don’t know what to do with you. I could re-age you and maybe then you’ll learn from this but if the past shows me anything it takes you awhile to figure things out. No what you need is time to learn and that you’ll have. I hope the next year of babyhood changes your mind if not then you yourself wont be changing.”. Seth tried to defend himself “No Jenny …. Me sowwy…..pwease chwange me …… bwack ….. no wanna be … baba… goo gaa ….mama?”. Now Seth had nothing to be ashamed about. It would be rather odd to see a large penis on a little baby. No there was nothing like that to be seen here. Just a scarred little baby and his older cousin. Jenny began to administer a pull-ups to Seth but smiled at him cruelly “Not for a couple more years.”. From under the table she produced a large thick disposable baby’s diaper. “This is more your speed”. Not bothering to powder her charge she lifted him up by the ankles and settled his baby smooth rear unto the Pampers. His first of many punishments would be diaper rash. She hadn’t diapered him in years but apparently still had the touch. She tickled his check and shoved a pacifier into his mouth. Hoisting him unto her hip she took him into the living room.
Sophie and Candy loved playing with their baby brother. At only a year old they could and often did anything they wanted to him. Jenny smirked at Seth as the girls tickled him senseless and into tears. He really was a fussy little baby. 4 years had passed and as Jenny looked at the ankle biter crouched in the corner trying to use his diaper a look of nostalgia passed her over. Still hasn’t learned.