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Away for the Summer, Part I by Forsythe Sally continued to make soothing motions with her hand on her sister Barbara's back as she held a frozen bag of peas up to Barbara's blackening right eye. This was the first time her fifteen year old nephew Joe had done anything this notably violent to his mother, but the signs had been there for months now. Like his father, Joe was a late bloomer, and had only recently started to show the signs of teenage hormones towards the end of his Freshman year. While no physical changes had occurred yet, he had been experiencing more and more violent outbursts as the testosterone built up in his system. When Joe had been a baby his mother had been forced to flee his father due to his own psychotic rages, and she was clearly terrified she'd now have to do the same thing from her own son. Sally hugged Barbara's shoulders and decided to wait for her to get her crying under control before attempting to discuss the situation out loud. At the moment Joe was still at least somewhat manageable as his delayed puberty had left him the shortest male in his class at only 4'8, but his father had spoken of similar issues during his teen years and had still managed to grow over six feet tall by college. Joe had also developed an obsession with weight lifting as a way of declaring his manliness despite his shortened stature, which was what had led to his latest outbursts causing so much trouble. With classes ending for the Summer at the end of the current week, Barbara had no idea how she could continue any semblance of control over her son while also working her full time job. She had become certain he would eventually do something to lash out during the day at some innocent stranger and possibly end up in jail. Finally Barbara managed to get her crying tapered back enough that she could at least talk without completely breaking down again. "I just don't know what to do!" she exclaimed to Sally. "He's turning out just like his father no matter what I try. At this rate he'll either end up in prison or killing someone before he ever learns any kind of control at all, and even if he does manage to get through puberty without that happening he'll just end up hurting people in other ways like his father did. I don't want him to be a lost cause, but I don't know what else can be done." A new stream of tears coursed down Barbara's face as her sister slowly moved in front of her and knelt down on the floor. Placing her hands on Barbara's shoulders and looking her in the eyes, Sally said, "If you truly feel there is no hope for Joe on his current path, then there may be something we can do. However it won't be easy, and Joe's new life may not be any easier on him. Though it should end up being a lot safer for those around him." Barbara just silently nodded to her sister through her tears, as Sally began to outline her plans to bring Joe out to her remote cottage for the Summer. By the time she finished talking Barbara's crying had stopped, and while she still looked sad and worried her eyes had gained some new sense of hope that had been vacant previously. They both hugged each other one more time before Barbara gathered her things to go home and tell Joe about his new plans for the Summer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe solemnly looked out the window of the Greyhound bus as he was carried further and further from civilization and out into the rural countryside of upstate New York. His phone had stopped getting reception a half hour before and showed no indication of getting it back. "Probably will mean no Wi-Fi either when I get there," he grumbled to himself. "Just my luck that my stupid Aunt had to go and stick her stupid nose in and ruin all my Summer plans. It was going to be epic, but now all I have to look forward to is trees in bum-fuck nowhere." When Barbara had told Joe about his relocation for the Summer, he was still feeling just bad enough about having hit her that he hadn't pushed it. At the time her swollen and blackened eye had been a pretty potent symbol of guilt for him, but as the days passed those feelings quickly turned back to resentment. Who did his mother think she was, fostering him off on her sister because she was too weak to deal with him? He could feel his hands kneading and wrenching the cloth of his backpack to and fro as he thought how much he'd like a second go at her for doing this to him. The only bright side was that the cabin would likely be comfy as his Aunt was some sort of big shot pharmaceutical designer. Though he'd never paid much attention to the focus of her work, the fact that she was decently well off had been plain. Joe thought to himself that in a worst case scenario, he could probably rip her off and make his way back to at least some semblance of civilization. Even if he could just get to somewhere with cell reception his mates would probably come pick him up so they could still attempt some of the "jobs" they had planned for the Summer. With those thoughts placating him, Joe found himself pulling his baseball cap down over his eyes and nodding off as the testosterone drained from his blood stream. He awoke a few hours later to the driver shaking his shoulder to announce his stop, only to discover moments later that his bags were gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I can't believe I got F***ing robbed!" Joe shouted at his Aunt at the train depot. "What kind of backwards-ass town have you dragged me to?" His Aunt crossly looked down at him, and Joe wisely chose to shut his mouth. Sally was the physical opposite of her sister, and at 6'4 even Joe's impressive biceps likely wouldn't have much effect if she chose to let him have it. Remembering that his Aunt might not be feeling very happy about the black eye he had given her sister, he bit his tongue but kept an angry glare to his eyes while giving her a chance to reply. "First of all, we don't use language like that out here," Sally replied. "I'll let it slide this time since you were upset, but if it happens again there will be consequences." The anger in Joe's face reddened a bit at that, but his Aunt's equally taut frame caused him to continue keeping quiet; at least for the moment. Sally continued, "Anyway I would think a boy your age would know better than to fall asleep on your own on public transit. Especially with all the expensive gadgets kids your age have these days." Joe flinched both at the mention of gadgets and being referred to as a kid. It was true that he had his nice new Iphone and laptop with him that had gone missing, along with his favorite clothes, but he seriously resented being called a kid. He couldn't wait to finally get taller so all the annoying people in his life would stop talking down to him. He was about to reply with some scathing words of his own when they arrived at his Aunt's car. As she opened up the backseat, Joe looked in with renewed anger and confusion. What faced him was a booster seat, and what managed to make it even worse was that it was a PINK booster seat. Just as what would clearly have been a furious hail of epithets were about to fly from Joe's mouth, his Aunt cut him off. "Yes, I know you aren't happy to see that, but new rules were just passed here in upstate New York for any child under eighteen who falls under the minimum height requirements. Some of the country roads out here can get bumpy, and too many children have gotten hurt from switching to seatbelts too soon due to being just over the minimum age requirements. I only found out about this yesterday, and the seat they installed for me at the local store was the only one in stock that would fit you. So unless you want to walk the seventeen miles out to my house you're just going to have to deal with it," his Aunt said with a clear look in her eye that those were the only two options he was going to get. Joe was ready to tell his Aunt exactly where she could stick that car seat, but then his testosterone-jittery hands brushed past his pockets and he remembered that everything he had was gone. If he told his Aunt off now, he could be left behind with no ID, cash, or phone to make his way back. So even though he could barely see straight from anger, Joe turned and climbed into the car silently. He even let his Aunt buckle him in when the latch proved too difficult to reach from the high arms of the booster seat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Sally got in to the driver's seat she placated Joe with promises that the local police were being notified about his missing things, but internally she reflected that things were already going better than she could have possibly hoped. The original plan had been to figure out a way to divest Joe of his personal items later on that week, possibly due to some kind of accident or unexpected leak destroying his electronics followed by her old dryer mistakenly shirking his clothes, but Joe's unconscious state had made things all too easy. The bus driver was an old friend of hers, and a quick description of her nephew's antics had him more than willing to look the other way as she gathered the boy possessions and mailed them back to her sister from the local post office. Only after they were gone did she have her friend wake the irate little boy. She had been worried the pink seat might have been pushing him too far, too soon, but it was clear he had never faced being completely on his own without possessions before and that fear had kept him in line. Sally would need to think about how she could use that fear to her advantage as she started the next stage of her plans when they arrived. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe sat fuming in the pink booster seat. His Aunt had thankfully chosen to stop talking shortly after they pulled out of town towards her cottage, which had helped Joe bottle up his anger and keep from screaming out obscenities to outline how pissed he was. He had never been this embarrassed before, especially in front of a woman. When they arrived he would need to think carefully about how he could quickly regain some kind of upper hand over his Aunt, or she could end up lording it over him the whole Summer. His scheming gave him such a distraction that he hardly noticed them arriving at their destination, but when his Aunt opened the door he was once again let down. Kind people might describe the cottage as rustic, or quaint, or simple. Joe was not in a kind frame of mind, and looked on the relatively small cabin with disdain. He had been hoping for at least a little luxury, but the wooden cottage before them looked like it had been built back in the early days of electricity and would be lucky to have indoor plumbing. Those fears soon proved correct, as after being released and helped down from the hideous car seat Joe found the cabin to only house a small kitchen, dining/living room, and two bedrooms. As he walked slowly towards the bedrooms his Aunt began to drone on about how to reach the outhouse safely around back, and that the room on the right would be his. That was when the long restrained stream of profanity finally broke loose. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What the F*** are you trying to do to me?" Joe screamed at Sally. "First the damn Booster Seat and now this S***!" His arms gestured wildly at the room Sally had indicated would be his as he continued to curse. It had clearly been decorated for two little girls by someone with older ideas of what was appropriate for young women. The room contained an endless stream of pinks and purples decorated with lace everywhere you looked. A quaint Victorian style vanity sat against one wall while a large bunk-bed painted with a Barbie theme dominated the opposite wall. The remaining space in the room was occupied by various feminine dolls and other toys, as well as a closet and dresser seemingly filled with dresses and other attire that could only be described as "delicate." Joe was so busy waving his arms about he failed to notice his Aunt walking up behind him, so it came as a complete surprise when she scooped him up and dropped him over her lap as she sat on the bottom bunk bed. For the first time since he could remember, Joe found himself being spanked. Hard. Harder then he could ever have imagined as his Aunt replied to him, "I warned you there would be consequences if you used undignified language like that again in my presence! Proper young people Do! Not! Speak! That! Way!" With each of the remaining words punctuated by a stinging slap to his rear. As he was released and stood back up the pain momentarily cut through Joe's rage, so he found himself just standing and quietly rubbing his aching backside as his Aunt explained that the cabin had been built by Joe's Great Grandfather and that she and Joe's mother used to come here when they were young. After it had passed to her hands she had left their old room the way it was out of nostalgia, and after his little display she didn't intend to change it anytime soon. As she talked, Joe also began to notice an annoying buzzing coming from the ceiling, loud enough to dominate the small room but quiet enough to likely not be heard in the rest of the house. He decided it must be a side effect of the crappy old electrical work in the cabin, and would have to be just another annoyance he'd have to deal with before getting out of here. Joe suddenly realized his Aunt had stopped talking and seemed to be waiting for him to do something. As the look of confusion on his face seemed to indicate he was at least paying attention again, she repeated, "You'll need to go outside and get cleaned up before dinner. Make your way carefully down to the outhouse like I told you before, and then take a quick shower in the connected shed before coming back up to eat." With a nasty look, Joe stomped out of the room as gruffly as he could with how sore his bottom was, which turned out to just make him look like a petulant child trying to make it to the bathroom before making a mess of their drawers. Sally smirked lightly to herself as she stood to leave the room as well, only glancing up momentarily at the buzzing from the ceiling before smirking more broadly and closing the door behind her. She had only just entered the kitchen before hearing a cut off, "Son of a ...!" and a Splooshing noise from outside. Going out on to the back patio, she looked down to see that Joe had ignored her warnings and had managed to slide down the wet hill and become partially submerged in the open portion of the septic tank. As she turned back into the house her smirk broken into a grin as she thought to herself, "Well that's another problem solved." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe scrubbed himself as hard as he could under the old rusty shower in the shed. The one saving grace of the archaic setup was that it was connected to a natural hot spring, so while the water pressure might not be great it was nice and warm. The sometimes trickle of water that came out did mean though that it was taking him far longer to rid himself of the stench from the septic pit then he ever would have believed. It was only after forty five painful minutes of rubbing his skin raw that he finally felt able to wrap himself in the lone towel and make his way back up to the cabin, carefully this time. When he got there he saw his aunt out front tending a small fire, and making his way closer to her he realized what the odd stench coming from the blaze had to be. "Are those my clothes?" he asked more in disbelief than anything else. Sally looked at him over her shoulder and replied matter-of-factly, "They were a lost cause. Some of the stench and bacteria in that pit has been growing since I inherited the cabin and had the new septic system put in, since they can only drain so much of it out at a time. There was simply no way for us to clean your clothes adequately out here for you to be able to wear them again without risk of something transferring over to you that could put your health at risk. Trust me, you do not want to develop something nasty this far from the local hospital." As Sally turned back to finish poking the remaining edges of the clothing into the fire, Joe tried to work up further fury over the last of his personal things going away. However he had to admit this was his own fault, and that what his Aunt said made sense. So he just stood quietly behind her as she finished burning the soiled clothes, before following her back into the kitchen. She indicated for him to sit at the dining room table, and he carefully gripped the towel around himself with his armpits while pulling the chair out and gingerly sitting down on his still tender rear. Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, Sally was surprised how much smaller and innocent he seemed bundled up in the towel like a prepubescent girl. Even his hair seemed feminine now that it was washed clean and flowing free of the tattered baseball cap it had been shoved underneath. She assumed Joe must have been growing it longer to appear more like some of the shaggier male musicians out currently, but all it served to do was highlight how much he looked like a six year old girl, with his body free of hair and his face still having the delicate features of childhood. Sally slowly turned her head back to the kitchen to avoid Joe taking notice of her staring. As she brewed some chamomile tea for the two of them she found she was having a hard time deciding how far to take the next step. Various pills and other medications lay on the counter in front of her, and had originally been planned to be added to Joe's routine slowly over time. However his recent spill gave her the perfect excuse to move up the timeline even further and just start them all at once, but that wouldn't be without its own risks to his tiny system. She found her hand absent mindedly moving some of the pills backwards and forwards towards the serving tray when Joe made the decision for her by yelling into the kitchen, "Hey, are you going to day dream in there all day? I'm cold and could really use some new clothes." Sally shrugged her shoulders and scooped all eight pills onto the serving tray before carrying the tea to the dining room table. Joe looked at her curiously as she set his tea cup and the various pills in front of him. "The tea is chamomile and is perfect for relieving tension after the stressful day you've had so far," she said, "and the pills are a mix of vitamin supplements and immune boosters from my company. After the tumble you had into the septic tank you could have any number of viruses or bacteria making their way into your system, so you'll want to do what you can to help your body fight them off while you still can. Once you've taken them with your tea we'll see about finding you something to wear for tonight before doing some clothes shopping tomorrow." Joe nodded, as once again he couldn't really see any flaw in his aunt's reasoning. He did feel a little weird about the odd look she seemed to be giving him as he took the various pills, but he decided it must be just some weird maternal instincts kicking in on her part since his aunt had never had kids of her own. Joe once again resolved to get the heck out of this place as soon as he could get some new clothes and his hands on anything he could sell to pay for his way back home. As he finished the tea, he carefully stood up to keep the towel pulled around himself and followed his Aunt back into "his" room. The sheer pink feminine gaudiness wasn't any easier to take on this second viewing, and the annoying buzzing from the upper lights continued to make it even harder to stand. Joe sighed audibly, but his Aunt seemed to be ignoring him as she continued looking through the chest of drawers for something he could wear. Finally she pulled out what looked at first like a long white shirt, but which on closer inspection turned out to be delicately coated in frills and lace. "What the he..ck is that?" Joe asked, remembering not to curse at the last moment. "It's a night shirt your mother used to wear when she was younger and about your size," Sally replied, thinking to herself that that would have been when Barbara was only six or seven. "I know it's a little girly, but trust me when I say the other clothes Grandpa used to buy us would be a lot more so. He had a very old set of ideas about gender roles." Joe took the garment with one hand, and looked at it with renewed fury. He could feel his face getting hot as adrenaline and testosterone flooded his system, and all he could think about was tearing up the disgusting garment or possibly using it to choke his stupid aunt. However, right as he gripped the night shirt with his opposite hand he felt suddenly dizzy and the room began to spin. Joe muttered some nonsense words in confusion before collapsing in a heap on the floor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- For quite some time Joe continued to slip in and out of consciousness. At times he would wake enough to notice his Aunt tending him, and at one point he even woke sufficiently to realize there was an IV in his arm, but those moments never lasted for long. The rest of the time he seemed trapped in a dream in which he was in Hell, where demons were continuously applying hot pokers to all of his muscles as the general heat of the air caused him to sweat out buckets. Gradually the demons decreased though, and as the pain ebbed away Joe just found himself floating in a void like dream while feeling weak and tired. This continued until Joe felt a prick in his arm one day, which caused a glowing warmness to spread throughout his body and gradually buoy his way back to consciousness. As he opened his eyes he saw his Aunt kneeling there and holding out a cup of water with a straw to him. He tried to lift his arm up to take it from her, but his whole body just felt heavy and exhausted. She must have noticed the attempt, as she graciously moved the straw to his mouth for him and held the cup as he drank. "Wha, what happened?" Joe asked as the water soothed his raw throat enough to talk. Sally looked down on him with concern and replied, "Like I had feared, you did catch a series of bugs from that septic tank. At least one of them appears to have targeted your muscles, and must have been feeding on them as we pumped your body with antibiotics. As a result you'll likely find yourself weak as a kitten, but the local doctor has said there shouldn't be any lasting damage. You've been unconscious for about a week now, so you'll need to take it slow." Sally then pulled the sheets back, and Joe looked down at himself . He was wearing the hated sleep shirt, but his arms seemed slimmer and smaller then he could ever remember them being. As Sally helped him into a seated position, he heard an odd crinkle and felt a lumpiness around his crotch that confused him. However his attention was quickly diverted by the wonderful smell of soup wafting from the tray on the floor next to his aunt. Helping to feed him at first, Joe eventually felt enough strength return to at least finish feeding himself with the bowl resting in his lap. The warm feeling of the hot soup in his stomach felt really good, and he could feel it spreading throughout his body and waking his extremities back up. It felt so good it took him a moment to notice some of the warmth was spreading outside his body, most notably in the bulky area around his crotch. Looking down in confusion, Joe slid the bowl onto the bed and bunched up the sleep shirt to look underneath. There he found himself to be wearing a thick diaper and pink plastic pants. Joe clearly felt too weak and confused to deal with this revelation, so his Aunt took his hand and said, "Sorry about that, it was either those or a catheter, and I thought you'd prefer them. The viruses attacked all your muscles, so you're going to have to build back up some control before you'll be able to keep from wetting yourself unexpectedly. In the meantime, we thankfully have a pretty good stockpile of diapers and bed wetting materials on hand from when your mother had some troubles when she was young." This was clearly a bit much for Joe to take, so he just remained dumbfounded as his Aunt kissed him on the head and indicated he should continue to rest. Possibly wanting to believe this was all just a continuation of the bad dreams he had been having, Joe allowed himself to be tucked back in and quickly passed back out, only vaguely noticing before he did so that the annoying buzzing seemed to have stopped while he had been unconscious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sally closed the door to Joe's room and sighed deeply to herself as she leaned against the wall. That had been way too close. The rapid weight loss drug her company had developed from a rare skin eating virus had been shown to decrease weight rapidly as desired, but also at the cost of nearly all of the subject's muscle mass; which was why the research had been shelved. The dose she had given her nephew had been set for a preteen boy, but Joe's small stature had proven that she really should have measured it for a young boy or even a young girl. The chemical cocktail had hit him far harder then she had intended, and now would likely mean he would be partially incontinent for at least the rest of the Summer, if not longer, and probably would need a few weeks to regain proper strength just for moving around. This meant she'd probably have to wait at least those few weeks before moving Joe around outside his room to see how the remaining drugs had done their work while he was sleeping, as it was possible they also may have worked differently than intended due to incorrect dosages or from mixing together. The guilt slid off of Sally's face though as she thought to herself of the bruise on her sister's eye, and that phase one of their plans had at least succeeded in so far as making sure Joe would never be able to hurt anyone physically again. While she had been honest with him that some muscle control and strength could be regained with time, she had failed to mention that the rapid burn off of tissue would mean none of his muscles would ever be able to regain more than a tenth of the mass they had before. With hard work and focus though, Sally felt confident she'd be able to get her nephew up to the strength of a kindergartener by the end of his visit, and possibly one day he'd manage as much muscle mass as a preteen girl if he stayed focused enough. The thought had Sally chuckling to herself for the first time that week as she went back to the kitchen to begin prepping little Joe's meals for his recuperation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe was not amused. The week after he had woken up had been spent mainly in bed being tended to by his Aunt. At least during that period he had been able to pretend he was just ill and that nothing else was wrong, as even the humiliating daily diaper changes were usually done under the sheets so he could at least pretend to ignore them. Sadly by the end of that week his Aunt had decreed he had regained enough mobility to start trying to move about the room, and that had led to their first argument as they both smelled the night shirt he had insisted on continuing to wear while bedridden. His Aunt had promptly stripped him down to just his socks and plastic covered diaper before heading out to retrieve the implements for a much needed sponge bath. While that made him feel even more infantilized, he knew from his own reeking smell that it was needed and he definitely didn't want his aunt carrying him down the hill like a toddler to the old shower. His eyes darkened with a clear "NO" though when his aunt finished and went to the closet to get him something else to wear. The sundress she held up was simple, and seemed intended for easy cleaning for mobile toddler girls that could get into anything unexpectedly. As she walked closer to Joe with the offending outfit, he tried to scoot himself backwards on his butt but his limbs still weren't really cooperating. She quickly came up to him and kneeled down in front of his face, holding the sickeningly bright dress out to him. "You can either put it on yourself or I can put it on for you," Sally said to him, possibly taking more joy out of the statement then she had shown before, "I can't leave someone in your condition alone long enough to make the trip into town for other clothes, and I doubt you want to practice learning to walk again with nothing else on. This is the plainest outfit we have that will still give me easy access to change you as needed." Joe clearly wanted to yell at her. To scream, and hit, and lash back in any way he could, but the former rush of anger just didn't seem to be there and he still felt so weak! Besides that, his Aunt seemed so large and unexpectedly imposing before him. He could still clearly remember the pain he had felt the last time she had spanked him, and that was when he still had some muscles padding his bum! He couldn't imagine what her strikes would feel like now, so he just ended up taking the dress and clumsily working it over his head. While his face was covered, Sally smiled at how adorable her nephew looked while appearing every bit like a little girl trying to dress herself for the first time with inarticulate movements. As he finally pulled his head through the hemline of the dress, he felt his Aunt suddenly brushing his hair from behind and pulling some kind of thick hair band across the top of his head to hold it in place. Once again he bit his tongue, as even though he could feel how feminine the style had to be at least his hair was something he wouldn't have to look at while sitting on the ground. Once his Aunt sounded suitably pleased with her work on his hair, he felt her carefully lift him under his arms and gently pull him backwards to the far corner of the room by a small basket of stuffed animals. She then made her way to opposite corner, picking up and setting aside the few stray dolls and pieces furniture that were in the way, before sitting down with her legs underneath her and her knees pointing towards him. After smoothing out her own dress around her, Sally began to pat the tops of her legs in a "come here" motion, and it took a few moments for Joe to realize she was encouraging him to begin crawling over to her like some type of toddler or small and excitable dog. "She can't be serious," he began to think to himself, before audibly hearing his Aunt encouraging him to come over to her in a sing-songy voice. Deciding just to get it over with, Joe began the long and painful crawl over to his Aunt. Though the room couldn't have been more than twenty five feet across it may as well have been a mile, as Joe's weakened arms and legs felt like they had been weighed down with lead after the first few painful movements. The chirpy tone of the over the top encouragements coming from his Aunt did nothing to help matters, but he didn't have any energy to spare to ask her to stop. When he finally made it to over to his Aunt, she easily scooped him up and flipped him over to set him in her own lap, hugging him excitedly and leaning him against her chest like a new mother holding a small baby in such a way that they could see something the mother felt was important. "Look how far you went!" his Aunt said in a voice that seemed just above baby talk. "I'm so proud of you! A few more days of this and we'll have you crawling on your own before you know it!" As she continued to prattle on in his ear, Joe thought about what she had just said. "God, days more of this torture just to crawl on my own? How long is it going to take before I can walk, or let alone get out of here? What could possibly be more humiliating than..." When his thoughts suddenly stopped short as he felt a recently absent but unfortunately returning familiar pressure in his backside. The sudden look of concern on little Joe's face caused his Aunt to suddenly stop her encouragements and ask him what was wrong in a voice that reminded Joe of the talking down style fake concern his old preschool teachers used to use when one of his classmates was upset. Again, the flood of anger he would have expected from such a coddling was notably absent as all he could focus on was his urgent need. "I need to go potty!" he nervously said as he prayed his rear muscles were better at holding in wastes than his now useless bladder. His Aunt just smiled down at him and nodded as she gently dropped him down to the floor, taking secret delight as she saw her nephew's tight eyed concentration as he tried to maintain control as his butt made contact with the ground. Waiting a moment to make sure that was the case, Sally told Joe to just wait a moment while she retrieved something from the closet. Joe had only been allowed foods more substantial than broth again starting the night before, and his Aunt had warned him that he would need to tell her right away if he needed to use the toilet if he didn't want to find himself waiting to have soiled diapers changed too. He could feel his control quickly loosening, but he couldn't bring himself to even speak to his Aunt to hurry for fear of something slipping loose. So, gripping the rug as tightly as he could with his weakened finger tips, Joe waited silently and intently until his Aunt told him to open his eyes. What he saw gave him enough of a shock that his control slipped just long enough for the back of his diaper to fill up unexpectedly. As he felt his Aunt patting him on the back, promising him that she knew he'd make it next time, all he could do was stare at the pink Fisher Price Princess Potty Training Throne that sat across from him. Joe was further sad to see his Aunt pulling a previously unseen travel diaper bag out of the corner of the room, and then unfolding a plastic changing pad onto the floor. Pulling him on top of the pad and flipping his dress up, she began to change him out of his messy diaper while describing the chair. "Obviously it will be awhile before you regain the strength to make it back down the hill, and I doubt you'll want to risk another round with the septic tank anyway until you know it's safe," she said while watching Joe staring upwards, trying to look at anything other than what was happening, "Thankfully I remembered we had your mother's old toilet training seat, which thankfully seems to be just your size now that you've lost all that muscle. Of course you'll need to let me know when you want to use it, as I'll need to make sure you're safely buckled in so you don't hurt yourself or make an unexpected mess. Plus as long as you're safely buckled in place I can go get other chores done around the house while you finish up, and the best part is your throne will let me know when you're done so I can come clean you up!" With that, Sally reached over and made a circular motion with her finger down in the base of the toilet training seat, and a motion sensor kicked in to sound a cacophony of trumpets and a fan fair of happy exclamations for what a good job the royal princess had done. Sally could see Joe's face getting redder and redder, but was pleased to see it seemed to be just from embarrassment and that the previous rage seemed to be noticeably lacking. Hopefully that was one indication that the other meds had worked as intended, but she's know for sure as time went on. "Besides, even if you do fail to make it to your throne a few times, or even a lot of times while you regain control, we thankfully have plenty of these to go through while you're learning now that you're making poopies again!" she stated while pulling out an extra large diaper with the word "Princess" across the rear from the diaper bag and waving it over Joe's head where his eye's couldn't look away. As Sally pulled the diaper back to finish changing her "precious little nephew," Joe suddenly felt himself overcome with emotion again, but instead of anger this time it was just endless sadness. So Joe began to cry and sob just like the baby he now looked like, and all he could do was put his arms lightly around his aunt's neck as she picked him up and hugged him after finishing his diaper change and smoothing out his "cute little dress" around him. As his Aunt stood up and began rocking him back and forth while lightly patting his back, Joe could feel the tears and sobs calming down as exhaustion sunk back in. Sally heard him snoring even before she made it halfway back to the lower bunk-bed to tuck him in and pull up the safety bars on the side of his makeshift crib. -------------------------------------------------------------------------