“…a bit older.” Robert snapped his fingers. A tingling sensation spread across Bobby’s body. He felt himself grow, his clothes changing to match. “Oops. Can’t forget.” Robert snapped his fingers. Bobby’s boxers thickened into a diaper. “That’s better.”
“What did you do?” Bobby asked nervously.
“Congratulations. You’re now six years old. You can ride the same rides that Jimmy can. I know that’s what you wanted,” Robert said. He smirked. “But you’re still stuck in diapers. Looks like you’re one of those kids that takes a while to potty train. A long while.”
“I’m- I’m a diapered six-year-old?” Bobby squeaked.
“You sure are. You have to be. After all, you’ve got the same potty training that three-month-old Tyson has. Which is none.” Robert stood up. He grabbed the diaper bag off the floor. “And since you’ve got zero potty training, you’ll definitely have some accidents at the park. You’ll need a change or two. Or a lot more.”
“I…” Bobby didn’t know how to respond to this latest humiliation. The silence was filled with a soft hiss. Bobby felt warmth spread through his diaper. He turned red.
“Peeing already, huh? Good,” Robert said. He pursed his lips. “Look, I’m not completely heartless. When we get back, you’ll be a three-year-old in diapers again, and I won’t make you six until you’re ready for it.”
“Okay,” Bobby mumbled.
“And if you’re on your best behavior,” Robert said, “I’ll do you one better.” Bobby looked at him curiously. “If you’re a perfect angel at the park, when we get back, I’ll get rid of the diapers, but leave you six. Got it?” Bobby nodded eagerly. “But you really have to be a perfect child, Bobby. No arguing, fighting, talking back, attitude, or anything. You go along with everything and don’t get upset. That includes whenever you need your diaper changed. Think you can handle it?”
“Yes!” Bobby said. Robert smiled.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He grabbed Bobby’s hand. “Let’s go have some fun, son.” As they exited the hotel room, Bobby couldn’t help but worry about the first time he’d mess himself. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be for a while. Wetting himself was bad enough.