As John was carried back to his apartment, he felt his stomach begin to turn in an unpleasant way. Suddenly, he began to grunt as his worst horror came to life.
John was held in a position almost like he was laying down, but different. He looked up to Mr. Peterson as he soiled his diaper. The grunts weren’t silent, and Mr. Peterson began to notice. He looked down at John, noticing that his face was scrunched up.
When they arrived to John’s apartment, Mr. Peterson walked in and closed the door behind him. He placed John on the floor and left the apartment.
John wasn’t sure if Mr. Peterson knew it, but he had a used diaper filled with #1 and #2. He knew he was going too far with this and hoped that the two of them could forget about it when John returns to normal.
Mr. Peterson returned with the diapers and he placed them on the wooden floor. He closed the door and locked it.
“It looks like you don’t have any more fuel in your tanks? Ready for your diaper change?”
“Please! I don’t like being in this for any longer!”
John was laid down as Mr. Peterson left him once again. He returned with wet paper towels and toilet paper. He tried his best to clean John up, and he appreciated it. When the diaper change was over, Mr Peterson put everything into a shopping bag he found. He tied up the bag and placed it in the trash.
When John got a new diaper, it felt dry and fresh compared to his old one. It was a feeling he expected to get used to soon enough.
“Well, is there anything you’d like me to do? I noticed that you you haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”
“Yea sorry I ran over to your place when I woke up. I didn’t have time to eat.”
“Oh, you ran over right when you woke up? Stay here for me!” Peterson left John and explored his apartment. He stopped in front of his room and pointed to it. “Is this your room?”
“Yeah, why?” John walked over to his neighbor, but due to his padding, it became a toddle more than a walk.
When he approached his room, he saw Patterson pat the bed as if he was looking for something. “What are you doing?”
“I’m just looking to see if you’ve had an accident. Whatever happened to you happened overnight. Since it made you a toddler,”
“Then I pissed the bed!”
“Exactly! You get it! You also may have woken up dry like a big boy! I cannot find any wet spots!”
“That’s good isn’t it?”
“Very good! That means you were a big boy up until this morning. So whatever happened to you must have happened seconds before you woke up.”
John knew what happened to him, but remembered what he did. Instead of hiding the pills, his idiot self threw them. They would definitely be under the bed if Peterson didn’t find them on the floor.
“Well, let me cook you some yummy breakfast fit for a growing boy!” Peterson left the room while John began to search.
From the highest spots he can see, to underclothes and objects, his pills were nowhere to be found. He was so focused about the pills that he didn’t even hear Mr Peterson walk back into the room.
“What are you looking for?” He asked.
John’s head was currently under the bed moving things around. His neighbor’s voice suddenly speaking startled him, causing his voice to hit the bed.
John crawled out and hold his head where it hurts. Mr Peterson apologized and hugged John close to make sure he knew everything was ok. From the hug, he easily picked up the boy and took him to the kitchen where breakfast was served.