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The Diaper Palace
A young man connects with his inner desires. An age regression and diapers story. 12 min read.
A veil of sun-dappled water cascaded from the skylight oculus in the center court of the mall. Gavin pecked away at his pasta salad – bow-tie twists, fresh salmon, black olives, pine nuts – as shoppers scurried around him like windup toys across the polished terrazzo floor.
His late father had been a prolific inventor. In addition to eccentric oddities like a pneumatic-powered egg cracker and a vending machine for suntans, he had also created an elevator-sized chamber that could change a person’s age.
Within days, the military had come knocking and purchased his age-changing technology for a tidy sum. They tried to re-engineer it into a ray gun, but the contraption proved too fickle and unreliable even after decades of work and massive amounts of funding. The final straw came after the accident, vigorously denied, when a prototype exploded and left an entire army base an adu
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Hello Daniel
Summary: A lonely woman runs into a man from her past. 5 min read.
The espresso machine growled and hissed a cloud of steam. She grabbed her spiced latte and wound her way past people hunched over books, baby strollers parked between tables, the general debris of pastries, oatmeal and napkins. Taking a seat, she dropped her swim bag beside her.
The water had been colder than usual, chlorine-scented, a chemical bluegreen. Yes, the faculty club was nicer, Olympic-sized with granite-clad changing rooms, but she still found herself drawn here, force of habit perhaps, it had been part of her morning routine for years.
Sipping her drink, she watched the steady flow of people streaming through the YMCA, her eyes lingering on the couples walking hand-in-hand. Miniature gourds perched on the check-in counter, a construction paper thermometer recorded the progress of the fall fundraising drive, a bat-infested poster announced the date for the Halloween Spooktacular.
Not that she cared, or had an
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Time Out 3
A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool. An age regression story. 8 min read.
The big lazy ceiling fan revolved in a slow slippage of optical illusion over the glass-topped table. Nico ran his bleary eyes down his laptop screen, trying to focus on the operations report. It was only mid-morning, and already he was on his fifth cup of coffee, his mind deadened by the glutinous meetings he’d been forced to attend earlier in the day.
This was exactly the sort of thing he dreaded, the whole reason he had switched majors from law to criminal justice to pursue his childhood dream of becoming a police detective, much to the horror of his parents anxious for a good return on his Ivy League education.
Fiercely competitive and accustomed to finishing first, his new job had delivered a rude shock in the form of Erik, a thuggish, arrogant lout who turned out to be the most formidable opponent he had ever faced. Once again, they were head-to-head for Detective of the Year, and h
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Time Out 2
A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool. An age regression story. 4 min read.
Erik’s heart rose as his watch vibrated, but then the screen abruptly went dead, the dark glass reflecting the baffled look on his face. Had he forgotten to charge the batteries? The newly-minted preschooler squeezed the power button over and over again with increasing desperation, before a soft fusion of childish voices and high-pitched giggles approached from around the corner. Trying to stuff the watch into non-existent pockets, he finally dropped it into his undies and scampered back into his classroom as a column of kids surged by.
The teacher was hunched over her tablet in a Facebook coma, oblivious to his absence. Erik slid under a table and tried to revive his watch. Outside, someone fired up a rotary mower. He glanced through the window – there was a woodchip-paved playground with canary-yellow slides, ketchup-red climbing structures, a hodgepodge of monkey bars, swings and
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Time Out 1
A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool. An age regression story. 6 min read.
The morning sun drooped behind the windowpane, pale as a nectarine. Erik drummed his fingers on the preschool’s reception counter, absently scanning the autographed artwork on the wall. There was a splotchy red fish by Ryder, hand-smeared tulips by Paige, and what looked like a papier-mâché caterpillar by… Nicolas.
The name uncorked a torrent of anger and resentment that he’d been trying to suppress all day. When the station commander had departed for her conference, he’d expected to be the one left in charge. Instead, it had been his archrival, Nico, who had received the honor.
Erik seethed at the thought of the cocky pipsqueak perched on the commander’s swivel chair, issuing orders and directives, while he was out doing fieldwork in, of all places, a damn preschool. Him, five-time Detective of the Year, with the physique of a bank safe, li
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Dog Days 3
A broke young man revisits his childhood summer job. An age regression story. 3 min read.
The fluorescent diner glowed like a bug lamp in the night. It had been a long walk, but the monotony of oscillating between his home and the Callaghans’ and the agony of enduring Ayla and her friends had grown too much for Trevor to bear. He needed to go somewhere, a familiar nook where he could relax and chill. A hard rain was beginning to fall, and he ducked in thru the doors just in time.
The place smelled of coffee and home fries and was steaming with the bustle of the waitresses. Rain whapped at the windows, and a college football game hovered on the screen over the cash register. He grabbed the free newspaper and settled down at the counter. The waitress came and he nearly ordered a beer, before catching himself and asking for a milkshake instead, which arrived in a frosted glass with a neon pink straw.
The doors heaved open, and to his horror, a pair of his old schoolmates shuffled in
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Dog Days 2
A broke young man revisits his childhood summer job. An age regression story. 6 min read.
The sun was a firebrick in the sky as Trevor trudged his way to the Callaghans’ mansion. The wooden front door was shaped like a gravestone and guarded by manicured bushes shorn neatly into teepees. He knocked, and Mrs. Callaghan opened the door, holding the pup in her arms.
“Hello!” she beamed at the man-turned-boy. “Isn’t that your old shirt you’re wearing?”
“Yes.” he said as he tugged sheepishly at the faded fabric. “My Mum never throws anything away.”
“You’re so thoughtful!” she exclaimed. “That’s perfect for keeping everything the same as the first time. We’ve already arranged for the food, the toys, the activity schedules, everything.” She passed Reagan into his arms, where the pup immediately began to flail its four paws and nip at the drawstrings on his shorts.
“Thank you, Mrs.
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Dog Days 1
A broke young man revisits his childhood summer job. An age regression story. 4 min read.
Trevor stood on the chilly linoleum floor of the changing room, feeling as if he was trapped in a bamboo cage about to be plunged into a dark river. He took a final look at his lumberjack shoulders, the crop-rows of abdominals, the scriggly-scraggly beard he was so fond of. With a wince, he pulled on the paisley hospital gown and stepped outside, where a nurse was waiting with a clipboard.
“How are you feeling today?” she said in a chirpy sing-song voice, as if he was in for his annual flu shot. He submitted to the preliminaries in a blurry haze: blood pressure, temperature, drug allergies, and then watched as she scuttled out of the room, beckoning him to relax and make himself comfortable for what was to come.
In retrospect, it had been a titanic mistake to accept the Callaghans’ invitation. But his stand-up comedy career was in the doldrums, and waiting tables at the Crab Shac
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Hello! I write short stories and captions about age regression (where adults are turned into children). Feedback and comments are always welcome ^.^

"The creative adult is the child who survived."
- Ursula K. Le Guin

"The job of good fiction is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable."
- David Foster Wallace

"Not all who wander are lost."
- J. R. R. Tolkien

[ My Stories ]
The Playmate (12 min read)
An unhappy young man impulsively agrees to meet with an online friend.

The Witch's Pet (3 min read)
A man makes the mistake of denying candy to a trick-or-treater on Halloween.

Time Out (18 min read)
A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool.

Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

The New Boy (4 min read)
A teen turns the tables on his older brother.

Survivor (3 min read)
A woman agonizes over her husband’s return to boyhood.

One Christmas Morning (4 min read)
A weary man awakens to a new beginning.

The Stableboy (12 min read)
A young apprentice wizard finds the path to his true vocation.

Scaled Down (9 min read)
A washed-up pianist tries to masquerade as a child prodigy.

The Dandelion Promise (5 min read)
A pair of friends start a new life with the woman they love.

A Forgetful Day (7 min read)
A man slowly adjusts to his new reality.

The Imaginary Friend (15 min read)
A teen wins the girl of his desires, but not in quite the way he imagined.

72 Little Moments | My Second Childhood (2 min read)
An age regression line poem.

The Shoreline Redemption (14 min read)
An ambitious young mobster goes on a risky undercover mission. Will it be worth the gamble?

Spring Everlasting (13 min read)
A teen tries to solve his problems by turning his cousin into a little boy.

Hello Daniel (5 min read)
A lonely woman runs into a man from her past.

The Magic Kingdom (9 min read)
A father and a son get a second chance to realize their dreams.

The Christmas Wish (13 min read)
A lonely man receives a special gift from a young boy.

The Painted Boy (6 min read) - Mature Content
An arrogant & greedy executive goes on a life-changing treasure hunt in the Amazon.

Madison Springs (10 min read)
A troubled cop finds relief at a rejuvenating hot springs resort.

Ask Anne (Agony Aunt Letters - Series)
An advice columnist with supernatural powers helps folks with their troubles.
The Jealous Brother (7 min read)
A college student is turned into a little boy by his brother.

The Video Game Addict (3 min read)
A woman is frustrated with her husband's immature behavior.

The Reluctant Father (3 min read)
A man resents being forced to look after his baby daughter.



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Thanks to :iconbigddan11: for the photo, suggestions & feedback for this cap! :D

If you enjoyed this, you may also like the following captions:

Here are some of my short stories:
Promotion or Pacifier (12 min read)
Resentful of working for a younger man, Gary plots to send his boss back into diapers.

Time Out (18 min read)
A police detective investigates a suspicious preschool.

The Jealous Brother (7 min read)
A college student is turned into a little boy by his brother.

Looking for more? Here's the full collection of my short stories and captions.

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^
 
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A young man connects with his inner desires. An age regression and diapers story. 12 min read.




A veil of sun-dappled water cascaded from the skylight oculus in the center court of the mall. Gavin pecked away at his pasta salad – bow-tie twists, fresh salmon, black olives, pine nuts – as shoppers scurried around him like windup toys across the polished terrazzo floor.

His late father had been a prolific inventor. In addition to eccentric oddities like a pneumatic-powered egg cracker and a vending machine for suntans, he had also created an elevator-sized chamber that could change a person’s age.

Within days, the military had come knocking and purchased his age-changing technology for a tidy sum. They tried to re-engineer it into a ray gun, but the contraption proved too fickle and unreliable even after decades of work and massive amounts of funding. The final straw came after the accident, vigorously denied, when a prototype exploded and left an entire army base an adult-free zone, requiring the emergency scrambling of a bus-load of nannies armed with a mini-mountain of diapers, while frenzied technicians worked around the clock to get everyone back to normal. A few months later, Gavin was able to buy the technology back for a song.

He was in his thirties, but already burnt out from his job as an autonomous vehicle engineer in a fast-paced tech firm, and had decided to quit to pursue his childhood dream of starting his own company. Finishing up his lunch, he glanced with satisfaction at the gleaming sign above his fledging business, WiggleWerkz, in dancing jaunty characters and flecked with confetti.

A pair of young mothers in cream-white blouses was registering at the front door, eager to deposit their buck-toothed and pig-tailed tots into the safety of Gavin’s indoor playground while they cantered off to prostrate on yoga mats and sip tall glasses of cold-pressed vegetable juice. Many of his customers were just like them, though collectively they barely covered the rent. It was the other part of the business that made WiggleWerkz a sustainable enterprise.

Gavin rose to his feet, aluminum chair shrieking, and rode the escalator to the upper floor, making his way to WiggleWerkz’s back entrance, an unmarked door located along a side corridor. That was where his father’s invention was housed, where customers could shrink themselves down to an age of their choice, frolic for as long as they wanted in the playground, before returning to change themselves back to normal. His “rejuvenation spa” has been advertised discreetly – there were some narrow-minded folks out there, and he could do without the drama. A few targeted social media ads and a handful of messages to the right online groups had been sufficient to draw a steady trickle of enthusiastic customers.

Stepping inside, he shuffled past the reception area, and was busy clearing email in his adjoining office when there was a click and the outside door heaved open. That was odd – he hadn’t been expecting anyone. Uncoiling himself from his chair, he found a young man standing in the reception, eyes the color of caramel chews, a head of curly brown hair with honey highlights. He was wearing a rumpled T-shirt, black jeans, and clasping a sharp serrated knife in his right hand.

A needle of fear sizzled through Gavin’s body when he recognized the man – wasn’t this the same guy who had crashed the East Coast Age Play Convention, calling himself an “Diaper Hater” and then trying to trash the place before the organizers called security? And before that, hadn’t he also been evicted and banned by all the online diaper-lover forums for trolling and harassment?

Squaring his narrow shoulders and thrusting his jaw forward, the intruder fixed a dark gaze on Gavin and launched into an impassioned tirade, his words tumbling out like wasps from a burning nest – menacing curses and colorful insults about the evils of a diapered lifestyle. But most terrifying of all was the knife he shook in his direction like a crab. Gavin’s blood was beating in his ears, his heart turning over like a dirtbike in the wrong gear as the scratchy voice modulated between anger, conviction and a sort of evangelical fervor.

“Get inside!” the man pointed toward a booth that looked like a glass elevator framed with thin neon braids. “I’m going to shrink you into a toddler, give you a big spanking, and then wreck your machine so you and your stinking friends will be stuck as diapered tots for the rest of your lives!”

Gavin obeyed, his eyes never leaving the pointed knife. The man activated the booth, and there was a mechanical purr as a squalling gale of wind rose from beneath and whipped around Gavin’s body, while neon lights bathed him with a blue luminescence.

But Gavin’s chest did not deflate, nor did his arms and legs wither into slender beanstalks. His craggy features did not soften into huge innocent eyes, chipmunk cheeks, and an endearing button nose. Instead, when the machine’s cycle ended and the wind died down, the only thing that had changed about Gavin was that his ponytail had come loose, and a wild feral shock of hair now stood up jaggedly from his crown like the mane of a hyena.

Uncertainty crept into the man’s eyes as Gavin emerged from the booth. “I’ve no clue what you’re talking about.” Gavin said. “For your information, this is where we host our private birthday parties. And that…” he pointed at the alleged age-changing machine “… is a game that we put the birthday kid in, fill it up with prize tickets, and challenge him to grab as many as he can while the wind is blowing. Are you sure you got the right place?”

The man was looking sheepish and even a mite embarrassed. “If you don’t believe me, take a look at our individual party rooms.” Gavin said as he led the man down the carpeted corridor. Then, taking advantage of the man’s temporary distraction, he smacked the knife from his hand, shoved him into a room, and flipped a hidden latch.  

There was a surprised shout, a dull hum like a spacecraft lifting off, and flickers of lilac light shooting out from under the crack in the door. Gavin picked up the knife and hid it out of reach as a series of panicked screams rang out from the room, growing higher and higher in pitch.

Gavin took several deep breaths and noticed that his hands were still shaking. This was a disaster: an armed assault in broad daylight! Insurance would go through the roof! And he’ll have to call the police to take this guy away, there would be an official report, and maybe even some press coverage which could scare customers away. With a groan, he paced around, wracking his brain trying to think of ways to minimize the damage.

Then the door slid open and a towheaded child stumbled out. The moment Gavin laid his eyes on him, he knew that his troubles were over. The boy had pulled on a pair of diapers he had found in the room which had little stars and planets running down the front, and was staring at the mirror with a look of wonderment that Gavin had seen many times before.

“Looking good, champ?” Gavin said as he stepped behind the beaming tot.

“What? No no… this is… this is wrong… I shouldn’t be… I…” his chubby face contorted with angst before he turned on Gavin and pointed a stubby finger. “It’s you! You must have messed with my mind!”

“Nope. The age change process has no mental effects.” Gavin grinned. “Perhaps it’s you who’s been living in denial?”

“What do you mean living in denial?!”

“You know, what they say about how people who are the most hostile may themselves harbor the same desires, albeit undercover ones?”

The boy flinched, as if Gavin had touched something inside that was extremely soft and tender.

“Do you know that sometimes, the people who repel you the most also reveal parts of yourself that you can’t see?” Gavin said as he tousled the child’s hair. “Wait here, I’m going to join you.” He vanished into the room and activated the machine. Moments later when he reemerged, he was only slightly bigger than his companion, and wearing a Bumblebee T-shirt that hung over a pair of diapers emblazoned with the Transformers logo.

“I’m Gavin.” he said as the boy stared at him with wide saucer eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Joey…”

“Alright Joey. Let’s have some fun shall we?” He slapped the boy on his padded rear and dragged him towards a round portal at the end of the corridor. “You first!”

“But where does this… aieeeee!” he squealed as Gavin pushed him down the plastic slide. He felt a rush of air as he careened through the looping tunnel, the darkness of the purple plastic punctuated from time to time by a Plexiglass view of the playground from above. Finally he burst out into the light, plunging into a pool of red, green and teal foam cubes.

Gasping, he hauled himself out, and very nearly got bowled over by a pair of girls dashing past with soft plushies under their arms. He blinked, and realized with shock that he was standing at the edge of the playground, facing the glass wall that looked out into the mall, where shoppers were ambling past and a handful of parents were pointing and snapping photos of their little ones playing inside.

Blushing tomato red, he whirled around in search of cover. Behind him was a forest-themed area with speckled toadstools, a pair of animatronic rabbits and a giant snail with a hollow shell. He scuttled forward, went down on his belly, and wedged himself inside the shell the best as he could.

After some time, he saw a Transformers logo flit past, followed shortly by Gavin’s face peering into the shell’s opening. “What on earth are you doing in there?”

“It’s so embarrassing!”

“Dude, when you are ever going to get out of your cocoon?”

“But…but I’m naked except for a diaper!”

Gavin pondered this for a while, then ran off and returned with a Sonic hedgehog T-shirt. “Will this work?”

“Sonic…” Joey said, memories flooding his mind. “When I was little and my parents were fighting, I would hide in my room and play that game. It made me feel less scared.”

“We all have our stories.” Gavin said as he wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulders. “But there’s nothing to be afraid of here. Come, let me show you around.”

They strolled through the park, passing a life-sized Super Mario game where kids were leaping onto suspended platforms and down into lime-green pipes, a pastel-colored swing carousel with inverted lollipops to cling onto, and Gavin’s pride and joy – an Autobots-themed bumper car ride he had built with parts imported directly from Universal Studios.

Without any warning, a volley of plastic balls whapped them from above. They looked up toward a multistory play structure where an olive-skinned boy in a camouflage print diaper was leaning over an air cannon.

“Hey Gavin!”

“Hey Trent!”

“You slacking off already? And who’s that shrimp?”

“Who are you calling a ‘shrimp’?” Joey glared at the newcomer. “You don’t look any bigger than me.”

The boy laughed, his voice still betraying hints of its adult bass quality. “Buddy, I can tell.” he winked, before sending another spray of colored balls pelting down at them.

Joey’s cheeks flushed – he had always been sensitive about his small build, which had caused him to be bullied and hazed relentlessly at school. Dashing to a nearby air cannon, he loaded up its chamber and fired back at Trent. But his balls flew up in a parabolic arc and bounced back onto the ground, not a single one getting anywhere near its target.

“Looks like you’ve got a gravity problem!” The camouflage-diapered boy grinned and sent another fountain of balls walloping at Joey’s face.

“I’m so going to get you for that…” Joey said as he rushed towards the entrance of the play structure, clambered up a spiral of giant triangular steps and sprinted across a wobbling suspension bridge. But by the time he arrived at the air cannon, Trent was nowhere to be found. As he whirled about, another hail of balls pelted him on the back.

“You got to move faster than that!” Trent shouted and gave him a friendly wave from a platform at the opposite end of the play structure.

Joey ran as quickly as his skinny little legs would carry him, dodging punching bags that swung from the ceiling, scrambling up a tunnel enclosed with netting, and squeezing his way through an inflatable mini-maze. But again, Trent was gone by the time he reached the platform.

“Joey!” he heard Gavin shout. Looking down, he spotted his host waving at him from the trampoline section of the park. “Come join us!”

Whizzing down a wavy slide, he raced to where Gavin and a large cluster of diapered kids were bouncing up and down in an area lined with wall-to-wall trampolines. Trent was among them, joking and kibitzing with a bunch of other boys. There was also a trio of girls, dressed, without embarrassment, as if for a competition “How Many Things Can You Wear That Say ‘My Little Pony’ on Them?”

“Are you ready?” Gavin asked.

“Ready for what?”

“Dodgeball!”

Joey barely had time to blink before Gavin blew a whistle and the kids rushed towards the pair of yellow foam balls at the center of the court. Within moments, the balls were whizzing around like flaming comets amid cheers and laughter.

“Watch out!” A boy in a superhero cape leapt forward and seized a ball that was heading straight for Joey. “I’m Dan.” he said with a grin wide enough to see off the Cheshire cat. “You’ve never played this before, have you?”

“No…”

“Well, let me give you a tip. You’ve got to RUN!” Dan said, clapping Joey on the back while he bounded away with gymnastic precision, dodging a ball that slammed into a paw-print-diapered tyke behind him, sending the unlucky kid out of the game.  

Joey skipped to the side, lost his balance, fell and bounced up again on his padded butt, skittered and slid, waved his arms around like a drowning fairy and otherwise performed a compelling impersonation of a clown auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. But in spite of himself, he managed to avoid the whooshing balls, in part because the other kids were focusing on friends they already knew.

When he finally found his footing on the pulsing mats, he noticed that most of the kids were already out and the game had separated into two small groups at the opposite ends of the court. A few more whacks and cries later, there were only three tykes left standing – himself in the center, Trent in one corner, and a boy with “GUS” on his blue onesie and a furry skunk tail in the other.

Both boys fixed their gaze on Joey and charged, hands gripping the balls before them, poised to strike. In a panic, Joey jumped hard, springing up into a near somersault as the balls sailed under his feet and walloped the hapless pair below.

“Joey wins!” Gavin shouted as the other diapered kids bounded in, slapping him on his back and yelling friendly greetings. A tremendous feeling of buoyancy and joy welled up inside of him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d won anything, he was always the loser, the runt, the mistfit nobody wanted to be seen with. The warmth of the crowd made him feel safe, as if he had finally found a place where he could belong.

“And now, let’s DANCE!” Gavin clapped his hands, and the room exploded into life like a comet touching down, multi-colored strobe lights raking the floor, the music cranked to the sonic level of a rocket launch. Joey joined the others, pumping his arms and rolling his hips in synch with the beat, shimmying, pulsing, swaying, amid a seething mass of cranking shoulders, whiplashing hair, and the buckling of diapered bodies.

After the music died down and the kids dispersed in little knots to their favorite corners of the park, Joey followed Gavin to the water gallery, still in a fizzy euphoria. A miniature chest-high river sculpted from faux granite meandered through the space. A pair of ruddy rugrats were perched on a step-stool and tossing in colored balls, squealing with delight as the current swept them downstream.

“Hello professor!” Gavin waved at a boy wearing a pair of round glasses and a miniature lab coat over his diaper. He was leaning over a Perspex tank setup with an elaborate system of jet nozzles, spinning paddles and water wheels.

The tyke looked up and scowled. “You guys are always making such a racket! How do you expect me to relax with that loud music blaring?”

“Don’t be so grouchy. We have a visitor today. This is Joey.”

“Hi!” Joey waved his hand.

The boy’s face flushed and he gave Joey a shy smile. “Hi.” he muttered before turning back to tinker with his aquatic Rube Goldberg contraption.

“Don’t mind him, he likes to play by himself.” Gavin said he yanked a blue leatherette apron from a hook and handed it to Joey. “Here, splash protection. You won’t want to get your shirt wet.”

Joey stared at the stiff garment. It looked uncomfortable and… restrictive. “Nah.” he said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it on the bench. “This works too!” he grinned, standing with arms akimbo, hands resting on the waistband of his diaper.

“Attaboy!” Gavin laughed and pulled off his shirt as well. “Come here,” he gestured towards a Lego-filled bin. “Let’s build a boat, and race them down the river!”

Minutes passed as Joey snapped prefabricated blocks together into a barrel-like tugboat that looked vaguely seaworthy, before turning to find Gavin putting the finishing touches on a svelte vessel that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a Ferretti catalog.

“Since you’re my guest today, why don’t we swap boats?” Gavin said sportingly as they scampered to the head of the stream. A waterfall cascaded into a tabletop pond lined with a mosaic of round beach pebbles, the boys launched their ships, and it didn’t take long for Joey’s adopted craft to take a commanding lead.

But Gavin wasn’t standing idly by. He had raced ahead and slid a plastic sluice gate into a groove, blocking the path of Joey’s boat while his own glided by.

“Hey!” Joey sprinted forward to remove the gate, but by then Gavin had erected another gate further downstream. They continued this dance until Joey finally caught up, at which point Gavin switched tactics and aimed a water jet by the river at Joey’s craft, nearly capsizing it.

“That’s not fair!” Joey tried to commandeer another water jet but its pressure was too feeble to encumber the advance of Gavin’s tugboat, which was nearly at the river’s end. In desperation, he seized a plastic triple-wheel-water-mill that was sitting in an adjoining pool and flung it into the river with a tremendous splash, sinking both boats and sending a spray of cold water over himself and a few other kids, who yelped with surprise and started laughing.

“I’m wet…” he said to Gavin, who was shaking his head with disbelief.

“There’re some towels by the sink.”

“That’s… not what I meant.” Joey blushed and looked down at his diaper, where the stars and planets had faded to a dull gray.

“Oh…”

He followed his Transformers-padded host to a quiet room that was divided into many private nooks like a honeycomb, each with its own little cot. They found an unoccupied space, and Joey clambered onto the mattress, which was spread with satin sheets soft as cool skin.

“You want to change on your own?”

“I suppose… I could use some help… if you don’t mind?”

“Sure.” Gavin said, as he helped Joey strip off, and handed him a packet of lavender scented wipes. Then he motioned Joey to lie down, sprinkled on some talcum powder, and slipped a fresh, crisp diaper under his bum, before helping the boy pull up the flap and tighten the tabs.

“Errm…”

“Yes?”

“I was wondering… if you might have a… pacifier I can borrow?”

Gavin peered at him with his brown almond eyes. “That’s… something people usually bring on their own. But I have an idea that works just as well.” He stuck up his thumb and slipped it between his lips.

Joey nodded and started sucking contentedly, surrounded by baby blue walls and gazing up at fluffy white clouds & iridescent butterflies hanging from the ceiling. Gavin settled down beside him in a peaceful, companionable silence.

“You know…” Joey said after a long while. “…it feels as though I’d been wandering around in the dark, and then you came along, switched on the lights, and revealed a palace.”

A big galvanic smile spread across Gavin’s face as he gave his new friend a hug. “Welcome to WiggleWerkz!”
The Diaper Palace
Thanks so much to the following folks who helped me with this story :clap:

:iconbigddan11:  :icongussyskunky:  :iconozzieastaroth:

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Summary: A lonely woman runs into a man from her past. 5 min read.

The espresso machine growled and hissed a cloud of steam. She grabbed her spiced latte and wound her way past people hunched over books, baby strollers parked between tables, the general debris of pastries, oatmeal and napkins. Taking a seat, she dropped her swim bag beside her.

The water had been colder than usual, chlorine-scented, a chemical bluegreen. Yes, the faculty club was nicer, Olympic-sized with granite-clad changing rooms, but she still found herself drawn here, force of habit perhaps, it had been part of her morning routine for years.

Sipping her drink, she watched the steady flow of people streaming through the YMCA, her eyes lingering on the couples walking hand-in-hand. Miniature gourds perched on the check-in counter, a construction paper thermometer recorded the progress of the fall fundraising drive, a bat-infested poster announced the date for the Halloween Spooktacular.

Not that she cared, or had anyone to celebrate with. The day ahead promised to be long and weary, three undergrad classes to teach on classical Greek, a small mountain of essays to grade, and then on to preparing for her talk at the symposium. She sighed, tossed her cup, and stepped outside through the stone-arched entranceway.

The sky above was an immense shale, the crisp air nipped at her ears. She began walking to campus through the park, past bowed and necking trees with intimately knotted branches, their leaves trembling and aflame with autumnal colors.

“Hello!”

For a moment she didn’t recognize him. He was in a striped blazer and tight black jeans. Then the planes of his face came into focus, the delicate cheekbones, the ash-gray eyes that slanted upward a little at the outer edges. He was shorter, his hair lighter than she remembered, but it was him.

A torrent of heat flared inside her. Her chest was flurrying, she noticed the wind was throwing her hair around her face. She hadn’t properly washed or brushed the tangles in the changing room. She removed a damp strand from her forehead.

“Just moved back to Shoreline to start college…” he was saying as he dropped his oversized backpack onto the ground.

College freshman? Could it have been ten years already?

She still remembered the day he received the diagnosis. The tumor was terminal unless he undertook the procedure. The doctors said his body would have to be reverted to childhood so the cells could be destroyed before they spread.

He had joked about it at first. It’ll be like a Peter Pan adventure. He’ll move back to West Forks and stay with his brother’s family. The nephews were adorable, it’ll be fun to run around in undies and play video games all day. And of course he couldn’t be her boyfriend any more, no eight-year-old could. She should move on and find someone else, that was the sensible thing to do.

But on their last night together, the brave mask he had been wearing cracked, and he broke down into a sobbing, heaving mess. She had cradled him, soothed him, but watching him cry was like watching a building collapse when someone she loved was inside, raw and close and terrifying. The next morning she dropped him off at the airport, and afterward sat for a long while in the parking lot, dulled by the rocky echoes of planes lifting off from the tarmac.

Then there had been the layover at West Forks, several months later, on her trip back from Athens. Jetlagged and unable to sleep, she had decided on impulse to drive to his house at the crack of dawn, and sit in her car across the street. As the lights flickered on inside, she saw a large white bird diving and soaring through the half-open shutters, blankets being thrown over beds, she realized. Not long after, a pair of curly-haired boys cannonballed out of the door, all primary colors and Power Ranger emblems, racing each other down the street.

Had she gotten the wrong house? She reached for the road directory, then the door swung open again, and there he was, pale and slender as a stalk of wheat, miniaturized but still boyishly handsome, even after being stripped of so much. His knobby knees wobbled, his steps were slow and deliberate, as if he was learning how to use his new body. At the street corner, he stood apart from the growing knot of kids, owlish in his bottle green jumper and bark brown shorts, nose buried in a book.

She had fought the urge to rush outside, to hold him in her arms, ask him how he was, how the procedure had gone; maybe he could skip school today and she would take him for a walk, catch up, visit the local art gallery, watch an afternoon movie? But then the school bus rumbled by, hoovered up the kids, and he was gone. She hadn’t seen him since.

“So have you cracked that code?” He was grinning broadly.

Oh! Linear A, the ancient Mycenaean script that had defied all attempts at decipherment for more than a century. It had captured her imagination in high school, and obsessed her ever since. Yes, there had been progress, a new cache of clay tablets had been unearthed in Cyprus, computers were getting more useful, she had just conclusively proved it was not an inflected language, there was the invitation to present her paper at the symposium…

His face was becoming increasingly familiar the more she looked, the crescent shape of his mouth, the cute dimple on his cheek. She noticed that he was studying her too. How did she look? Careworn, wrinkled, aged? There hadn’t been time to apply makeup, she didn’t bother most days anyway. She tried adjusting her hair again, and his eyes seemed to dart towards her hands. What was he looking for? A ring?

There had been several men, confident, funny, even inspiring. But once the novelty of the sex wore off, once they failed to live up to her expectations, she struggled to maintain the connection. By six months things had usually exploded, and she was back to seeking solace in Linear A.

“Just finished my regular swim at the old YMCA.” she said.

“No way! It’s still there? I should check it out.”

Yes you should, for old times’ sake, she wanted to say, but did not. She recalled the day they first met, by the poolside, when they took each other’s bags by mistake. She a graduate student, he an architect, forced into the profession by parents determined to make practical use of his drawing talents. He had a gift for languages too, spoke no less than five, and had been trying to master Greek.

She remembered his chic apartment, the dinner date with its triumphant co-concocted fish soup. He had kissed her with tenderness, untucked her blouse, slipped his fingers under the waistband of her skirt. They had moved to his room and reduced each other to nakedness. She could see his dashing body on the bed, the chaos of sheets around them, lying so close to his face that its structure began to blur. She felt as if she might reach out now and caress his cheeks. She put her hands into her coat pockets.

“Well I better get going. Lovely to see you again.” he said as he walked away.

She stood immobilized, as if in a trance. The wind picked up, and the surrounding grass rippled like dry water. A sparrow landed on the gravel, hopped a few feet, and disappeared into the trees.

It had all happened so quickly. Shouldn’t she at least have asked for his phone number? They could meet for lunch at the student cafeteria, she could help him with his coursework, she would cook him his favorite chicken paella. It didn’t matter that she was faded and dulled and over the hill, and that he probably had a fresh and exciting new girlfriend. Her legs felt leaden, she dropped her bag, and crouched down on the path. And saw that he had forgotten his backpack.

She turned around, but he was gone. Maybe if she ran she could catch up with him? It looked heavy, probably not. Maybe there was an address inside? She unzipped the bag. A black laptop, a three-ring binder, Gardner’s Principles of Art History, Goethe’s Werther in unabridged German, a large, dog-eared sketchbook. She pulled that out and opened its covers.

It was crammed with pencil line drawings. Of her, leaning against a window, spread out on a sofa, repose on a beach; wearing a straw hat with a simple blouse, a rose vintage dress with a scooped neckline and shimmering sequins; or wearing nothing at all. They were exquisite, detailed, three-dimensional, alluring, luscious. She flipped from page to page in a jaw-sagging disbelief, before becoming aware of a pair of legs standing before her. A spark of alarm fired down her chest as she looked up, but he was blushing, embarrassed, trying to apologize.

She sprang to her feet. The sun was beginning to rise, flaring out from behind his vigorous and virile body, a radiant youth on the brink of manhood. A burning sensation bloomed up her neck, and she surged forward, flinging her arms around him.

For a moment, time stopped, as if a marvelous cell membrane had enclosed the two of them. Crimson leaves skittered across the path, bands of grass lightened & darkened, and the air shimmered with browns and golds and roses, a Gauguin palette, wild, voluptuous, and impossibly brilliant.
Hello Daniel
This piece was inspired by :icontheartesian:'s story Goodbye Daniel.
I thought it was sweet but a little sad, so I decided to write something with a happy ending instead :D

Feedback and comments are always appreciated ^0^

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TheFelineAlchemist Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch :3
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ARstories Featured By Owner 5 days ago   Writer
You're welcome ^0^
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DLdaddy Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the kind words! Haha Honestly I sorta did, I was up all night last Saturday and I tried to write until I felt sleepy.

My advice- don’t try that, I was awake until sunrise.

It was fun though, I’m really just trying some things out, borrowing just a hint from bunch of AR writing that stuck with me. I don’t know if you already saw, but my journal tells a bit more detail on why I want to re-do it. Speaking of which, I’d really love to hear any notes or criticisms you have on my first draft! Hope I can earn your watch by the time I finish A Horrible Regression!
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ARstories Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2018   Writer
Thank you for sharing, and all the best with your new draft!
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conmany44 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2018
Did you get my note
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ARstories Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2018   Writer
Yes I've replied to you
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newloaf Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2018
maybe as a story request well gumdramon wet the bed again he need diapers at night wikimon.net/images/f/fa/Gumdra…
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ARstories Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2018   Writer
Thank you for sharing your idea!
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bikkri Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2018
So, did you ever consider writing a story about an age swap?
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