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 had his manly body back and his adult sized dick but, except for the hair on his head and his eyebrows, he had no hair anywhere else on his body, not even his pubes, and 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." she smiled at him brightly.
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 he'd made 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.
Drake pressed up against the diaper bag and tried to think of something to wish for, something to stop this. But nothing happened. He was still naked, still in his adult body and still being led towards his aunt's doorstep by his mother and not having the ability or strength to stop her. Drake had to word this wish carefully or it might get MUCH worse than it was at the moment. But he couldn't concentrate as they acendex the steps up to the door and started panicking as he felt the breeze on his bare ass. How would it be to be seen by his aunty like this? What would she see?
This was wrong, he needed to focus... and his teenaged cousins would all be there. Will they try tickling him and chasing him and playing peek-a-boo.
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 seemed to think nothing of it. She gave the young man a smile. "Well it looks like we have a cute little jaybird joining us today."
The young man was confused, a little line of spittle tracing its way down his chin as he gazed at her with wide eyes. 'Quick, say something!' he thought. "Dwakie nakie!" was all managed to say, deciding to play the dumb toddler routine. All he wanted to say to her was 'Help me you bitch!'.
"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." she said, patting the bag.
Angela waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, I wouldn't hear of it." The naked young man beside her shuffled uncomfortably past her into the house, trying to hide his penis from her.
Now the real nightmare and humiliation was about to begin...