Bill groaned and stretched as his eyes fluttered open. His first thought was that he hadn't slept this well since he started his freshman year of college just a few months prior.
His second thought was that he had no idea where he was.
The realization snapped Bill into stone-cold sobriety. He was suddenly very aware of the plasticky floor he had slept upon, very aware of the four nylon walls that surrounded him. Initially it seemed to Bill that he was in some sort of cage, but the longer he looked...
"...a pwaypen?"
Bill squeaked in surprise and blushed to his roots at the tiny lisping voice that had vocalized the grasp of his trappings. He slowly let his eyes drift downwards, eyes that grew moon wide upon taking in the soft round tummy that spilled just so over the waistband of his diaper.
His diaper. Bill's head spun as he realized that he was wearing nothing but those infantile undies, that they perfectly suited the impossibly young form he had found himself in. He studied in open-mouthed awe his stubby fingers and pudgy limbs and the pure-white diaper that spread apart his plump, baby-smooth thighs. Certainly not an infant but definitely not far into toddlerhood either.
Two years old? Maybe?
Bill was reeling at the very thought of it when his racing thoughts were interrupted by a whimper from the other end of the playpen. He turned to find another boy about his age curled up in the corner, his own diaper almost hidden by the chubby legs drawn to his skinny chest.
"Gweg?" Bill peeped, astonished at seeing his roommate similarly reduced. The tiny boy looked up upon hearing his name and looked at Bill as though seeing him like this for the first time.
"Dey got you too..." Greg whimpered as he forlornly studied the adorable features of his formerly grown-up friend. Bill was uncertain as to who the "dey" was until he was struck with the last memory of himself as an adult. It was of him signing the form provided by the Toys & Tots rep without reading it, of gasping at the sudden plunge of a syringe into his arm. Darkness quickly overtook him, and when he awoke...
Bill felt badly for his friend, who had clearly been traumatized by his transformation into a toddler. The former young man had been brimming with confidence and rippling with lean muscle, all of which had been obliterated in an instant by his sudden descent into diapers. Though Bill certainly felt his own share of fear and confusion, those feelings were miniscule compared to his growing giddiness, to the delighted and disbelieving feelings bubbling up inside his tiny body. When Greg didn't know - what nobody knew - was that Bill was living out his deepest and most secret desire. He'd fantasized of a return to toddlerhood ever since the first itchings of adolescence, fantasized of being stripped of his stature and strength and of all those silly responsibilities. Of being diapered and dumped in playpen just like the cute little two-year-old he'd become.
Bill was buzzing and doing his best to hide his delight when the door opened and in came...