Tim turned to look at Jacob, who was now paralyzed from the laugh. Oh, sorry Jacob, I didnīt plan on startling you. You okay now? Tim asked, hiding a grin.
Jacob calmed his racing heart a bit before answering: Yeah, Iīm okay now. I donīt know why that happened, but it wasnīt nice to laugh at me over it, Tim. I havenīt crammed my diapers like that in ages, for it to be so clearly seen on my pants. Iīm just glad you havenīt turned sooner and seen me naked around my lower regions. He turned a bit red again at that thought.
Tim faked a shudder, before replying: Yeah, sorry about that. It just looked really funny to me. Need any help right now? It was interesting how Jacob now thought he wore diapers regularly. But Tim was already planning to make Jacobīs clothes look more fitting to the diaper before giving him his awareness back, if only to laugh a bit more.
No, itīs okay, donīt worry. Jacob said and turned back to his wardrobe. Tim waited for him to pull up the jeans he had pulled out, having little problems pulling it over the diaper. Tim grinned at that and turned back towards the computer.
While Jacob was still working on pulling the jeans up, Tim decided that while the changes made to the room were fitting for teen Jacob, they didnīt fit for his plans. But as he wanted only to have fun, and later get it back, he looked for an option of saving certain changes as a back-up. As soon as the back-up-option was found and made, Tim started to change the room another way.
First was again Jacobīs bed. Right now, it was the bunk-bed he had selected before. With a grin, Tim replaced it with a big, rocking crib for Jacob to sleep in. The now simply light grey wallpaper turned into a white, cartoony one. The green carpet got filled with streets and buildings, while the bookshelf next to the desk, filled with computer games, turned into a box with various little cars to play on the carpet.
The desk at which Tim sat became a changing table, the computer built up at one side. Posters on the wall turned into kiddy drawings, the books in the shelf near the crib become simple picture ones. And the wardrobe right in front of Jacobīs still struggling form become smaller, while the clothes inside turned more child-like.
The last, not completely fitting in part of the room were Tim himself, the laptop, their school bags and Jacob himself. But as Tim wasnīt the owner of the room, neither he, his bag nor his laptop would need to change. That left Jacob and his school bag, which was turned from a normal black backpack into a childish looking knapsack, fitting maybe a first-grader. Then, Jacob finally got his jeans over his diaper, shouting in triumph.
With an evil grin, Tim selected Jacob again, tipping both his jeans and the shirt, and replaced it with a dark blue onesie. As he watched Jacob, the tight looking jeans become wider, and fluffier looking, merging with the black shirt Jacob had been wearing. That had also turned dark-blue and now covered Jacobīs arms down to his wrists.
Tim again laughed as Jacob turned towards him, frowning. What are you doing that is so funny? Or are you still laughing at me?
No, I just read some dumb joke. Sorry if you think I was laughing at you again. Tim explained lying. After all, he had laughed at Jacobīs changes, but right now couldnīt point that out.
While Jacob turned back towards whatever he thought of doing, Tim decided to finish his plans. Therefore, he selected Jacobīs feet next, still in socks and shoes. Tim found it funny that Jacob had never pulled them off after running to the bathroom. Or he had put them back on before returning. Either way, they were next to get changed.
With a few clicks, Jacobīs black and white sneakers turned into formfitting footies in the same dark-blue color than his new onesie, while his socks vanished from existence. Another click on Jacobīs hands gave Tim the option to add fitting mittens over them, and with a grin Tim applied them.
Whatever Jacob had grabbed while Tim worked fell down with a bang, as the newly formed mittens robbed his fingers from their dexterity and the overall ability to grab something. As Tim watched, Jacob looked a bit annoyed. Damn, sometimes I hate these things.
Tim was again sent into a fit of laughter, but before Jacob could again accuse him, he clicked on Jacobīs face in the game. By now Tim was sure the game used some kind of intelligence, because the first option being shown to him was the adding of a pacifier to Jacobīs mouth. Laughing even more, he added it while turning to watch.
Just as Jacob opened his mouth to speak, the bright green pacifier appeared and he closed it around it to not let it fall out. A thin cord formed around his neck and connected to the pacifier, so Jacob couldnīt lose it. So, instead of complaining to Tim for laughing yet again, he pouted, only increasing Timīs laughter