With Drake successfully diapered his mother finally seemed satisfied. "There now, isn't that much better Drakie? Now you're all nice and snug in your diapie."
Drake shook his head, pouting. "Well I promise you can have a little nakie time later, but now we've got to go over to your aunt's place for the barbeque."
Drake's eyes widened with horror. Being diapered by his mother was torture enough. Now he was going to be taken outside this way, paraded before his family in a diaper. All his cousins would see him as nothing but a puny, whining, drooling little tyke. It was too awful to contemplate.
His mother looked around the room, then smiled as though struck by an idea. "I know what we can dress you in for the party sweetheart. You can wear that adorable overalls set Angela gave you for Christmas! I know just where it is," she declared, hurrying out of the room and leaving Drake momentarily alone on his changing mat in the middle of the floor.
Drake realised he didn't have much time. His mother would be back in seconds and probably wouldn't let him out of her sight again until bed time and by then he'd already have been paraded before all his cousins and his uncle and aunt like this. He toddled as fast as he could on his pudgy little legs, finding the lamp lying on the floor just where he'd last seen it. He wrapped his tiny sausage fingers around the ancient object and said, "Belb-darr, Belb-darr!" in his squeaky little voice.
The djinn appeared before him almost instantly. "How can I help you now, my young friend?" he asked graciously.
Drake scowled at him. "You twick me! You's a meanie Belb-zarr."
The djinn just gave him a vague neutral look and said, "I do only as commanded."
"I don' wanna be widdle Belb-zarr. Make me big, 'gain," he began, then realising that he'd probably end up some freakish giant, he waved his hands and said, "No! Wait. I wish you make me big wike when I wab twenty-one yeaws owd again."
Beldazarr smiled and nodded. "You have learned to be more specific I see. Very well, it is done," he said with a clap of his hands.
Drake felt it right away. His whole body was tingling. The baby fat melted away as his arms and legs lengthened. He regained muscles, and he could feel his manhood returning as well. The toddler diaper he wore couldn't handle his new package and there was a moment of pain before the puffy garment ripped and fell off, revealing his impressive penis had indeed returned. Drake sighed with relief as he looked over his body once the tingles stopped. There were only a couple issues left. He was still completely hairless except for his head. The smooth skin was kind of nice but not very manly. Also concerning was the fact the room hadn't changed. The changing mat and diaper bag were still lying there.
Nevertheless Beldazarr disappeared back into his lamp, saying, "Your wish has been done."
Drake heard footsteps quickly approaching. He grabbed the lamp and stuffed it in the diaper bag to hide it. He heard the door open behind him and felt a wave of shame as he realised his mother was about to see him naked again, but this time with his whole adult package on display. He clapped his hands over his penis as he looked back at her. His mother stopped in her tracks, looking surprised to see her son's bare bottom facing her. Drake waited for the scream or the rushed apology, but it didn't come. And then he noticed what was in her arms. It was a set of fireman red shortalls and a matching white t-shirt like she'd said she was getting. But they weren't shortalls for a toddler, except in design. They were sized for a fully grown man. They were sized to fit him.
His mother shook her head, not in shock but in disappointment. "Oh, Drakie, after I just put you in that diapie," she said.
Drake wanted to curse. Beldazarr had done it yet again! He was 21 years old in body but his mother, probably the whole world, still saw him as a two-year old. He had to explain to her what was going on. "No mama, I not take diapie off," he began, cutting off as he realised he still sounded like a dumb little tot.
Damn! Beldazarr had really screwed him this time. He thought back to his wish. He'd said he wanted to be big 'like' a 21 year old. He'd messed it up again.
His mother put down the shortalls set and shook her head. "Y'know what Drakie? If you want to be nakie so badly then so be it. You only get to be a silly little toddler once," she mused. "I'm sure Angela and your cousins will find your little bare tushy just as cute as any outfit I can put you in. We'll save your shortalls for our next trip to somewhere nakie babies can't go."
Drake's eyes widened. The shortalls set was cloyingly toddlerish and the diapers made him feel terribly infantile, but both were preferable to being taken out in public naked! "No mama!" he squealed. "Wan' cwothes," he insisted, pointing at the shortalls.
She just clucked her tongue. "I know just what you want silly boy. You want your cute outfit now but as soon as I turn my back it will be laying all over Angela's back yard so I can pick it up and clean it. No, until you get past this nudie phase we'll be saving your nice outfits for special occasions."
Drake couldn't believe this was happening. He was going to be forced to creep around naked at the feet of his cousins. He didn't have the words to explain what was happening to him and he didn't have the dexterity to escape. Even though he was normal sized again he felt off-balance, his legs week and his hands uncoordinated. He was powerless to resist as his mother took his hand firmly in hers and despite his being bigger and taller than her, she easily pulled him out of the room and down the hallway, heading for the front door. Drake whined and pulled back but couldn't stop her. She had at least brought the diaper bag with her, swung over her shoulder, so perhaps she didn't plan to go through on her threat. Or maybe it was just to clean him up after he inevitably peed all over himself. He doubted the Djinn had returned his toilet training to him.
If he could just reach the diaper bag he could get the lamp out and wish his way out of this. Yes every wish had backfired, but he couldn't imagine there was any way this could get any worse at this point. Unfortunately it was swinging on her opposite shoulder and he couldn't touch it. In seconds they were outside. Drake could feel the warm cement of the footpath under his bare feet. The warm sun caressed his skin and the breeze was gentle against his body. It would have been nice if not for his crippling shame. Cars were passing on the street and a woman was jogging along the sidewalk pushing an infant in a stroller. No one seemed to pay him any attention, confirming his fears that the whole world saw him as a toddler. Yet that didn't alleviate his embarrassment at all.
He was quickly strapped into an oversized car seat in the back of his mother's SUV. She even took his penis between her fingers and moved it as she did up the belt. He couldn't recall a time when he was more uncomfortable and ashamed. Somehow being adult sized made this even worse than having her diaper him as a real toddler. She set the diaper bag down in the front passenger seat, still beyond his reach. As they drove through the suburban streets Drake was just happy that all other drivers saw was a shirtless toddler in the back. The door gave him a modicum of privacy for now at least. He shuddered to think of what awaited him when they left the car.
His mother put on this god-awful baby sing-a-long music, reaching back and tickling his feet and tweaking his toes as they drove encouraging him to sing with the music. He sat steadfastly silent. Nothing he was going to say could get through to her. She'd just say he had an active imagination is he told her the truth. He just had to be patient and get his hands on the diaper bag again, get the lamp and end this nightmare.
It wasn't a long drive to his aunt's house. They parked on the street across the road from her place. His mother got out and swung the diaper bag over her arm again, coming to his side. Drake braced himself for what was next, a long naked walk across the busy street and up the long grassy lawn to her front door. Then the real horror would begin as his aunt and teen cousins fawned over him, no doubt pinching his cheeks and commenting on his nudity. The door popped open and she undid his belt easily, taking a firm, inescapable grip on his hand.
"No mumma! Don' wanna go nakie!" he screeched again, trying to stop this.
"Honey you're the one who keeps pulling your diapees off. If you want to be nakie-bum so much, mummy wants to let you have your fun for now. You'll never be able to go nakie when you're a big boy."
"Bu' I big!" Drake insisted, willing her to see what he saw.
She cocked her head to the side, like she thought what he said was cute. "I know sweetie, you're my big boy. But you're still just little enough to be cute like this. So let's just get it out of your system now."
With that she pulled his hands and forced him out if the car. Drake found himself barefoot on the warm asphalt, his penis hanging there for every passing motorist to see as his mother closed the door and locked the car. They had to wait and excruciating thirty seconds to cross the street. As they cleared the sidewalk and Drake felt the cooler grass of the lawn under his bare soles he fought back tears. The house was right there. It was about to be so much worse.
"I just wish for once I wasn't humiliated by one of my wishes," he thought, not even noticing the diaper bag was brushing against his arm.
There was a crack as Beldazarr appeared in the air above them. Drake's heart skipped a beat, but his mother had no reaction. She just kept leading them along, apparently blind to the floating apparition.
"Your wish is complete," Beldazarr said ominously, clapping his hands."
Wait, what wish?! Drake was confused. He hadn't even realised the djinn could hear his thoughts. He had only been thinking he didn't want to be humiliated, so what could that mean?
There was a flash after the djinn clapped his hands. Drake felt different right away. He was still naked, still in his adult body, still being led to his aunt's doorstep by his mother like nothing was odd about it but suddenly that didn't seem so bad. The feelings of shame and embarrassment he'd been feeling about being naked in public view were just slipping away. The grass felt nice between his toes as they walked. It was comfy being barefoot, so comfy he couldn't understand why big people wore those shoe things. The sun on his bottom was nice too. In fact being nakie felt great. No wonder he was always pulling off his diapie, this was just wonderful. And instead of fear and anger Drake began to feel really thankful to his mummy for letting his be a jaybird, letting his feel so nice and naked while he was still little enough.
Drake suddenly realised these thoughts were all wrong. He shouldn't be feeling like this. Why was he thinking of himself as little. Big people needed shoes, but he was a big person, wasn't he? And then he realised that more stuff was going away. It wasn't just his sense of shame, his inhibitions, it was his memories too, his knowledge. He was losing his book-learning, even his letters and numbers. Panic gripped him. If he forgot everything he wouldn't even remember the djinn. Even if he did he wouldn't be able to speak well enough to make a wish and if he did wish, it would be for the stupid things a little mindless toddler wished for, probably for lots of bunnies or endless Sesame Street on TV or some shit like that! This was a wish that would prevent him making any more wishes! He had to fight it, had to make another wish before this one was complete.
Drake pressed up against the diaper bag and tried to think of something to wish for, something to stop this. But all he could think about was how quickly it was all slipping away from him and how nice the breeze felt on his bum-bum, how nice it would be to see his aunty... No this was wrong, he needed to focus... and his cousins would be there. He had new memories of his big teen cousins tickling him and chasing him and playing peek-a-boo. It was all such lovely fun... He had to focus. What did he really want? Images of play danced through his head, urging him to let go, to let the big boy thoughts empty out so he could be happy and have fun. It was all so enticing, he could feel the pleasurable sensations affecting his penis, making it grow and stiffen in arousal. He had to fight it, had to keep his focus off the lovely warm stiffness between his legs, bobbing gently with every step, so free and silly. Every waggle made it so much easier, so much lighter in his head. There was lots of room there, as the big boy thoughts drained down into the pee-pee until... ahhh!
Ding-Dong
Angela opened the front door and smiled at her sister Lisa standing on the doorstep. "Well hello there!" she chirped, giving her sis a big hug.
"Hi there Angie," Lisa replied as they embraced.
Angela pulled back and looked over at the young man holding her sister's hand. Drake was standing there buck naked, his soft adult penis hanging gently between his legs. Angela noticed the sticky white goo splashed across his tummy, shining in the sun, but she thought nothing of it. She gave the young man a smile. "Well it looks like we have a cute little jaybird joining us today," she cooed.
The young man grinned from ear to ear, a little line of spittle tracing its way down his chin as he gazed at her with wide innocent eyes. "Dwakie nakie!" he chirped happily.
"You sure are!" Angela agreed with a nod.
"He's going through a little nudist phase," Lisa explained. "Since he couldn't keep his diaper on I decided to just let him have his fun. I hope you don't mind. But I brought diapers for him if it's an issue," he said, patting the bag.
Angela waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, I wouldn't hear of it. My little ones went through the same phase at his age. Actually for Eric it lasted until he was five or six."
"Well I hope he's over it by then. Don't want him still toddling around nakie-bum when he's old enough for school," Lisa declared with a chuckle.
The naked young man beside her giggled too, playing with his penis and wiggling his toes playfully on the concrete.
Ten minutes later Drake was toddling naked around the back yard, navigating his way past the little groups of fully-clothed adults and teens chatting as they enjoyed their sausages. He wasn't listening to their conversations. The big words and complete sentences were now far beyond his mental abilities. He was just enjoying his ability to walk around on his own, gazing about for anything pretty that caught his eye. He only had words for a few of the things he saw. He knew the grass, the sky, buggies, tree. He dropped to his hand and knees to look at a ladybug. He wondered what it tasted like and was about to put it in his mouth when a shiny, see-through apparition appeared before him. He didn't know who the big person was, or why they were there.
"Well Drake, are you happy with your last wish?" the djinn asked. "Are you glad to finally be freed from the embarrassment? Or would you rather I put you back? All you have to do is wish for it if that be the case."
The naked man grinned cheerfully and reached his hands in the air, clapping as he tried to grab onto the shiny, floating man. Failing that he sat back on his bare bottom in confusion, gaping slack-jawed up at it.
The djinn chuckled. "Any more wishes at all Drake?" he inquired.
The young man grabbed his foot and pulled it back and forth, then held it up to show the dirty brown sole to the floating thing. "Dem footies!" he announced, wiggling his long toes a second before yanking his foot back to his face and popping three toes between his lips, sucking on them.
"That's what I thought," the djinn stated with a smile. "Goodbye Drake. I hope your life is all that you wished for."
The djinn vanished in an instant, leaving Drake to enjoy toe munching.