First thing was first, he got on the scale. “Four Hundred Pounds!” Not exactly but close enough.
The second thing was the training pants. He put his hands to them, feeling them squish. The padding felt natural against his body. “Okay…. Veemon said to try using the toilet?” He looked over at it. Then suddenly he got incredibly nervous. His heart started pounding. “I’m scared of the toilet?” He said in disbelief. A Lot of weird stuff had been going on but this was the strangest! “Man… I need to go!” He said as he suddenly realized he needed to go. The urge was immediate, like he had somehow not noticed he need to pee. He stepped over the toilet and froze. “Oh… but I dont want to use that thing!” His mind was a storm of change. Insinctually, he reached for the pacifier around his neck, and started sucking.
It was the last straw. With that, the flood gates opened and he wet his training pants. It was… oddly relaxing to do it. “Veemon!” He said from around his pacifier. Still, a part of his mind paniced. “Veemon I wet myself!”
His partner got there in a few seconds, now looking him over. “I knew it was too soon to put you in training pants. Lucky we still have a ton of diapers laying around. Come on” Veemon reached up and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the bathroom. Davis was feeling so nervous now. What was wrong with his head?
When they got back to his room, there were some noticeable changes. All of his soccer posters were gone, replaced by anime wall scrolls. All animes intended for young kids. His school text books were gone from his desks, in fact most of his books were gone. In there place were books clearly meant for a kindergartner. My first book, Dr. Suess, I Can Leaern to Add. All bizzarre book titles. Davis got nervous, and started to suck harder on his pacifier.
“Here, lay down.” There was a matt on the floor and Davis slowly got down onto it.
“Veemon something’s wrong with me!” He said it around the pacifier that he felt he needed more than ever. “This isn’t right! I’m potty trained! I’m in shape!”
Veemon smiled as he began to take off Davis’s pajamas, revealing his soaked training pants. He thought it was finally time to reveal everything. “You had potty training. You were in shape. Now you’re a big baby!” Veemon smiled as he finally pulled down the soiled pants. He picked up a large fatty sized diaper.
“What are you talking about?” Davis asked seeing the huge white padding about to go on him.
“Its that pacifier you can’t resist. Its making you into a big baby. Here, lift your rear end up so I can slide this under you.” Davis did so without hesitation, sitting back down on the padding.
“Its this thing?” He took it out of his mouth to look at it. “It’s doing all this.”
“The weight and the regression.” Veemon smiled, putting the diaper up front and taping it down. The boy was now in nothing but his diaper, revealing his flabby body for everyone to see. “You’re potty training will be gone soon, and you’re about to find it really hard to read or count!”
In deed, Davis’s head started to feel funny, and he put his pacifier back in to calm down. “Why?”
“Well you were too stressed out!” Veemon said, as he patted Davis’s diapered crotch. “You all were, so I made you into a big baby! No more worries, just relaxing, eating, watching cartoons, and an occasional diaper change.” He took a few steps back. “Now, I arranged a play date with Tai, so I’m hoping you’ll put on more weight before he gets here.”
Davis slowly stood up, hearing his diaper crinkle as he got to his feet. He felt the padding spread his fat legs apart. It forced him to waddle when he walked. His gut bounced back and forth as he got into the living room. Veemon was waiting for him with a bottle of milk. “Here, I want you nice and bulky!”
Davis at this point didn’t feel any impulse to resist. Veemon was his baby sitter, and his beset friend! He took the bottle and let the pacifier drop out of his mouth. “Why dont you go and watch cartoons. Here, I’ll help you with the remote.”
Davis went along with it, planting his fat diapered but onto the couch, and starting to suck down his milk. Each drop that went into his belly seemed to warm his belly. “See, isn’t being a big baby awesome!” Veemon hopped onto the couch, and put his paws on Davis’s belly. “You way better off with me as your permanent baby sitter.” He rubbed Davis’s flab, feeling it start to bloat under his hands.
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