Fourth day

The next morning Peter woke up, stumbled, and found Elizabeth still asleep. Peter had wet himself during the night and was now feeling uneasy. He crawled into the living room and, without doing anything, played with the toys on his blanket. It was funny that now he himself wanted to crawl on the floor like a child.

By the time Nicole appeared, she had wet her wet diaper again.

"Good morning, Peter."

"Good morning." she replied. "Um... can you change me please? I've been in this wet diaper for hours."

Nicole said, "Well, I need to take you to my room so that Mommy doesn't wake up."

She hugged Peter and went quietly and quietly to her mother's room, gathering Peter's things, and then to her own room. She laid Peter on the changing mat and pulled down his plastic pants, Peter lifting his hips up. Nicole smiled at him, pleased that he seemed to be settling into his new position as a toddler.

She unzipped his wet diaper and unbuttoned it, revealing his privates. It was strange to see his penis there. It felt out of place somehow. She told herself that this was a stupid thought and started cleaning the old urine from his groin and bottom.

"Your skin is turning a little red," she noted as she tossed the wet diaper into the bin. "I think you might have a diaper rash."

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She took a tube of rash cream from Peter's supplies and squeezed a little onto her fingers. From the top of his dick, she spread the cold ointment all over his diaper area. Her wife's intimate touch made his dick start to grow hard and she moved to the skin around his balls.

Peter was embarrassed by the obvious arousal and tried to think of other things to make his erection go away. It didn't work. Nicole just tried to ignore it as she moved down. She spread it over his cheeks and then through his slit. It made him throb and falter.

While Nicole was usually the one to help him with such a problem, she wasn't about to do it right now. Instead, she took out a clean cloth diaper and folded it as Elizabeth had taught her. She slipped it under his bottom and pulled it between his legs.

Normally his penis would be facing down, but in his current position there was no chance. She had **** but to pin him down with his erect penis pressed firmly against her buttocks.

As she pulled a pair of clean plastic pants over his diaper, she was relieved not to have to look at it anymore. She helped him up and led him back to the living room. With each step, the thick fabric rubbed against his dick. It wasn't enough stimulation to make him cum, but it kept him hard.

When he got back to the blanket, Nicole left him alone so he could get ready for work. He tried to rub himself off the diaper, but the padding was too thick to get enough sensation through. He glanced around to see that he was still alone and slid his hand down through the elastic waistband of his plastic pants and into the diaper. He grabbed his dick and began to run his hand up and down its length.

He closed his eyes and lay back, enjoying the sensation. It had been a long time since he had been sexually free. He remembered Jessica touching him and inserting her finger into his anus. He came almost immediately, but as he heard Elizabeth's voice,

"Peter. Take your hand out of your diaper."

Still feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, she opened her eyes and looked up to see him standing above her. She quickly removed her hand.

Elizabeth knew exactly what she was doing and was quite sure from the way he moved that she had approved. It somewhat damaged her image of him as her little boy. For a moment she once again saw him as a man unworthy of her daughter.

She came over and hugged Peter. "You need to wash your hands."

"I'm sorry, Mom." Elizabeth took him to the bathroom.

Hearing that was all she could do before she turned to her little one again. "I know you're little Peter. You're still learning to be a good little boy. Just don't do that again."

"I won't, Mom." He really meant it. He didn't want Elizabeth to disappoint him again.

After washing his hands, she led him to the changing mat. She removed his shorts and plastic diaper and wiped the semen from his skin.

As Elizabeth pinned him to a wastebasket, she remembered that she had agreed to leave him at the neighbor's house, in the care of Mrs. Stone and her daughter today. She didn't like the idea but didn't argue. It was no use

Soon she put on her yellow pants and stood with Elizabeth at the neighbor's door.

"Hello Elizabeth." Mrs. Stone opened the door. "Hello Peter. Come in."

"Thank you." Elizabeth let Peter in.

"Sarah." Mrs. Stone called to her daughter. "Peter's here."

Sarah hurried out and greeted Peter energetically. "Hello Peter. We're going to have a lot of fun today."

"Hello Mrs. Stone"

"Has he had breakfast?" Sarah asked Elizabeth.

"No." Elizabeth answered, handing him the diaper bag. Your mother said you should practice changing messy diapers, and he usually poops after breakfast.

Peter was terrified at the thought that this young woman, his age, was going to be changing his messy diaper.

"That's thinking about him a lot," Sarah replied sarcastically. "Don't worry, I'll give him breakfast," and she held out her hand, and Elizabeth handed Peter to her. Now Peter was in the arms of the neighbor girl, who was only a few He had seen her for a minute.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said. "And I caught her putting her hand in her diaper this morning."

Peter, embarrassed by Elizabeth's revelation, said.

"I'm not worried about it," Sarah assured him. It's natural for toddlers to explore like that, but I'll watch out for it.

Elizabeth kissed Peter's forehead firmly. Mom has to go now, but Mrs. Stone will take good care of you. Be a good boy for her.

"I will," Peter said. "Goodbye, Mom."

"Goodbye, Pumpkin." Elizabeth headed for the door. "See you this evening."

Sarah took Peter deep into the house.

Sarah had borrowed resources from her college and had pulled out pieces she had outgrown as a child. These were set up around the room. There was a shelf of large picture books for reading to a group of children and a child-sized table with 2 chairs. On the floor, in one corner, was a futon. In another, a covered changing mat. Various educational toys were scattered around the room.

"Mrs. Stone walked through the door. "Would you like some breakfast?"

"No thanks, Mrs. Thompson." Peter thought that maybe if he wasn't eating he could keep his diaper from getting messy and Sarah could change it.

"Yes, please, Mom. He hasn't had any yet." Sarah ignored her.

"I'll get some porridge," her mother said and left.

"I'd better check your diaper before we feed you."

Sarah pulled up Peter's clothes, revealing his diaper. She checked the diaper seat with her hand. When she found it empty, she moved forward and pressed her hand firmly against his groin to feel for any wetness. Satisfied that Peter's diaper was still clean, she let the clothes fall.

"We can have story time while we wait." Sarah selected one of the books and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Peter was still in her lap, sitting on his lap, his back resting against Sarah's breasts. Sarah turned the cover to her.

"Frogs Can't Yodel." She read the title and then opened the book. She read the text to him with the protective enthusiasm that teachers use with small children. Something about being spoken to like that made him feel more like a boy than his diaper. He began to forget his adult self once again and feel like a real little boy.

The story ended when Mrs. Stone came in with a purple plastic bowl full of porridge. She set it down in front of them. "Here you go, Peter."

"Thank you, Mrs. Stone."

"You're very welcome." Mrs. Stone left.

Sarah found Peter's water bottle in the diaper bag and set it down next to his bowl.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stone," Peter said, picking up the purple plastic spoon that had stuck out of the porridge and starting to eat. It was lukewarm, but he was hungry and he finished the bowl quickly.

Sarah led him back to the carpet, where she began to teach him how to count. Of course, he already knew how to count, and proudly showed off how smart he was, earning Sarah lots of compliments.

It wasn't long before Peter began to feel a familiar unease in his stomach.

Sarah watched, no doubt wondering what he was doing. He was a little surprised at how little use his diaper was in front of him.

When she was sure she was done, she asked as sweetly as she could, hiding a strange mixture of amusement and disgust. Do you need a diaper change?

"Yes, Ms. Stone." "Indeed," Peter said.

She laid Peter down on the changing mat that had been in Sarah's arms since he arrived. Sarah directed.

As she did so, she gathered the necessary supplies from the diaper bag. Then she joined him on the floor and pulled his clothes off, revealing his dirty diaper. "One is a stinky boy."

Peter giggled as he unbuttoned his diaper, carefully undoing it. Sarah cleaned him with baby wipes as professionally as she could, then re-diapered him.

"Thanks, Ms. Stone," Peter said, getting up from the mat.

Sarah poked her head out the door and called. "Mom. Can you please come and watch Peter for a minute."

Mrs. Stone arrived shortly.

"Thanks, Mom," Sarah explained as she left. I just need to throw this dirty diaper out and wash my hands.

"Are you having fun at daycare, Peter?" Mrs. Stone asked.

"Yes." Peter said with a big smile, "Mrs. Stone is fine."

Mrs. Stone wondered why Peter didn't seem embarrassed that a new college girl had changed his dirty diaper. In fact, he seemed much more at ease overall than when she had arrived.

"What have you learned?" she asked.

"Counting. I'm really good at it." Then, without any prompting, she showed how good she was. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..."

She realized that he was actually proud of this. It was as if he was starting to believe that he was really a boy.

He was still counting when Sarah came back. “One hundred and thirty-two, one hundred and thirty-three, one hundred and thirty-four…”

“Wow, Peter.” Sarah interrupted. “Did you count past 100?”

“Yes.” Peter beamed.

“You’re a very smart little boy.” He praised him and received a bigger smile. “Would you like to do some art?”

“Yes.” Peter nodded excitedly.

Sarah pulled out some blank paper, a glue stick, and a tub of assorted bits and pieces to stick on. I want you to make a picture of your family.

Peter got to work and found just the right part of the tub.

While they watched him

They were, Sarah's mother pulled her aside and whispered, "Have you noticed that she really thinks she's a little boy?"

She was quite embarrassed to be spoiling herself in front of me. Sarah replied, as if she thought it was perfectly normal.

"Are we going to try to get her out of it?" Mrs. Stone worried. "What if she stays like that?"

"She seems very happy," Sarah argued. "I'm sure she'll come out of it herself in a few hours."

"Okay," Mrs. Stone said and left. But I'd better point it out to Elizabeth.

Peter worked on his picture. When he was done, he held it up proudly.

"Good work, Peter," Sarah said, looking at the picture. The picture clearly showed two women with a little boy between them, dressed in blue and holding hands.

"Is that you?" she asked, pointing to the figure in the middle.

"Yes." He was happy that Sarah had recognized him in his picture. “It’s me.”

“And is this your mom?” He pointed to the largest number.

“Yes,” he said. And this is my older sister, Nicole. He pointed to the last number.

“I think this deserves a gold star,” Sarah said, placing a sticker on the corner of the picture.

“Are you ready for lunch?” Mrs. Stone returned to the room.

“Yes. Thanks, Mom,” Sarah said. She turned to Peter. “Time to check your diaper again.”

Mrs. Stone went to prepare lunch, and Sarah lifted Peter’s clothes again. The crotch was yellow and sagging. It was obvious that he was wet. To avoid any surprises, she moved behind him and removed the waistband of his diaper. This time, relieved to see that there was no poop, she carried Peter back to the plastic mat and changed him into a clean diaper.

After lunch, Sarah said, “It’s nap time.” She closed the curtains and turned off the light. It was still very light in the middle of the day, but it was the best she could do. She guided Peter to the futon and started some simple music.

When Peter woke up, he was lost for a moment. This wasn’t his bedroom then it came back to him. He not only remembered where he was, but how he had behaved all morning. He cringed when he remembered making a mess in front of Sarah and then asking her to change him. How could he look her in the eyes after that. However, he also remembered the feelings. Feelings of admiration and care, innocence and carefreeness and mostly cuteness. Yes, he was embarrassed but mostly sad that it was over again.

Sarah came in soon after to check on him. She noticed the change immediately. “What’s wrong, Peter?”

“Nothing.” She stared at the floor as she turned the light back on and opened the curtain.

“You’re not Little Peter anymore?” Sarah asked.

Peter couldn’t help but look at her. She knew exactly what she meant, but she still asked. “What?”

“You still are,” Sarah explained. “But you really were a little boy this morning, weren’t you?”

Peter nodded sadly.

And now you remember that you’re really a man in diapers and clothes?

“Yeah.” She was surprised at how much he understood.

“Does that happen often?” Sarah asked. “You forget that you’re not really a little boy?”

“It’s happened before,” she admitted. “But not for this long.”

“Do you like it?” Sarah asked. “The feeling of being a real little boy.”

“Yes.” She looked away again, embarrassed.

“I liked Little Peter too,” Sarah assured her. “It was fun taking care of him this morning.”

Peter felt warm to hear that.

“Would you like to be him again?” Sarah asked softly.

She nodded.

"Okay." Sarah was really pleased. "How did we do this before?"

"I'm not sure," Peter thought. "You were reading to me and your voice... it was like you were talking to a real little boy."

"Okay. Let's try that." Sarah selected another book from the shelf and sat down in her chair.

Stephen sat down next to her.

Sarah turned the giant picture book over once more so that he could see the cover and read the title. "The Rhinoceros Prince."

Peter felt her voice ripple through him, and before he was halfway through the short book, he was Little Peter again.

Sarah watched the transformation take place. Peter's face lit up and he leaned in, excited to see what would happen next. She continued the story, happy to have the real Little Peter back to play with.

Peter spent the afternoon happily learning about shapes, colors, and letters, interrupted only by a few diaper changes. Soon Nicole arrived.

"Hi Sarah." Nicole entered the room. "Mommy sent me to pick Peter up."

"Nicole." Peter shouted excitedly and ran to hug her.

He was a little shocked by her childish reaction, but he hugged her before he could take the diaper bag. "Let's go have dinner."

He looked back at Sarah, not wanting to leave.

"It's okay, Peter," Sarah assured him. "You can come back another day."

"Okay." He accepted that his time with Sarah was over and hugged her tightly. "Goodbye, Mrs. Stone."

Sarah kissed her cheek and said, "Honey, you don't have to call me Mrs. Stone, I'm Aunt Sarah." Peter said, "Yes, Aunt Sarah." Nicole hugged him and carried him home. . Nicole wondered if she should be worried about Peter, but Peter seemed so happy, happier than he had been in a long time.

"Hello, Peter." Elizabeth greeted him as they entered.

Peter climbed down from Nicole's lap in the same childish way he had greeted Nicole and hugged her.

She rushed to Elizabeth. "Hi, Mom."

"Did you have a good time at daycare, Pumpkin?"

"Yes," she said. "Can I come back tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow, but soon." Elizabeth was less shocked by this behavior than Nicole. Mrs. Stone had already visited to discuss it. Seeing her in person was still different. Do you need a diaper change?

Peter nodded, but she confirmed it to herself anyway.

"Okay. Come to the table," she said. "Your dinner is ready."

She hugged Peter and went to the table, happily feeding him mashed potatoes with peas and corn. Elizabeth was surprised at how completely Peter had settled into this role, and wondered how long it would last. She doubted it would be permanent, but she didn't care if it was. She liked having a little boy to take care of her.

"It's your bath time." Elizabeth told Peter and wiped his face.

"Okay, Mom." She took him to the bathroom and undressed him and put him in the tub. While Elizabeth cleaned him, he splashed and played. When he splashed her playfully.

Soon she had him back in his cloth diaper and plastic pants and dressed for bed. She went back to the living room and put Peter down, he ran to get the blanket and play with his dolls. Nicole watched him fascinated, completely ignoring the TV. She saw no sign of her husband, just a little boy who looked kind of like her.

Peter felt a little tired. He had played long enough. Now he wanted his mom. He moved closer to Elizabeth and leaned against her legs, knowing he wasn't allowed to get up on the couch.

Elizabeth looked at him. She had forbidden him from the couch so he could know his place. At least for now, she seemed to know. Right now, all she wanted was his affection.

She pushed the cushion away from her leg. "Come up here, pumpkin."

She climbed up onto his leg and rested her head on his chest. Janet put her arm around him and pulled him close. He felt safe and loved. He could have stayed like this forever, but finally, Elizabeth announced reluctantly. "It's bedtime."

She brushed his teeth and carried him back to the room. Then she checked his diaper and tucked him in with Felicity. He fell asleep halfway through his bedtime story.