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Away for the Summer, Part II
by Forsythe
This is a continuation of Away for the Summer Part I. Please read Part I
before continuing.
As Sally quietly closed the door to her nephew's new nursery, she chided
herself for getting a bit too carried away in how she had been treating
him during his first crawl. It wouldn't do to go overboard and push his
regression and reeducation too quickly if she wanted it to succeed, but
the helpless look on his face paired with how adorable he had seemed in
his new clothes had been more than she'd been able to take. All she had
wanted to do was dress him in even cuter outfits while tickling him and
whispering baby talk in his ear. She felt filled with such an odd mix of
exhilaration of having such control over someone, especially someone who
had been so cocky mere days before, paired with an almost overwhelming
maternal instinct she hadn't known she's had. It was all so new and
overwhelming that she wondered if she would be able to restrain herself
in the days to come. As she walked back to her room to go to her own bed,
she glanced in the mirror on her dresser at herself and the fifties style
dress she had chosen that day. Twirling the dress back and forth, she
realized she had been subconsciously dressing as she imagined a mother
would, playing some odd version of house with her infantilized nephew.
"Is that really such a bad thing?" she thought to herself. "With little
Joe needing to literally grow up again, this could be my last chance to
actually be a mommy since I chose to put my career first all those years
ago. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt my plans too much to use a few excuses to
get a little more personal enjoyment out of this while it lasts..."
So Sally put off sleep for a few hours to pick out a few more "motherly"
outfits for the next couple of days, while also taking the time to dig
around in the cabin attic for more of her sister's old things. She
decided to make a game of it to see how many of them she could convince
Joe to use over the next week "for his own good", and by the time she
finally laid down herself she had to make thorough use of some of her own
"toys" to work off the excitement she was feeling for what was going to
come next.
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Joe woke the next morning to the smell of something delicious. He could
already feel his mouth watering as he slowly opened his eyes to the
striped glare of panes of light shining through the rails of the lockable
side gate his Aunt had added to the Barbie themed bunk bed he had found
himself stuck in these past few weeks. She swore she had only added the
attachment to make sure he didn't roll out and hurt himself during the
night since he was only just starting to regain control of his
deteriorated muscles, but it worried him how much it made the already
juvenile bed look like an actual crib. The thick plastic covering she had
already added to the mattress and the oversized diapers she had put on
him the night before only exasperated that effect, so Joe was more than
happy to ignore it all and focus on the savory flavors that had woken him
up in the first place.
Unfortunately for Joe, whatever deliciousness was coming from the other
side of the room was being blocked by his Aunt's tall frame and the
billowing dress she had chosen to wear that day. Joe thought momentarily
to himself that he couldn't remember his Aunt ever dressing this way
previously, as she had seemed to prefer business attire whenever she had
come by for holiday visits in the past. He must have made some noise of
confusion, as his Aunt spun around to face him with a big smile. Bending
over with her hands on the apron of her flowing skirt, she looked through
the bars and wished him a happy morning in a similar baby talk as the
night before. When Joe gave her a nasty look, she laughed and unlocked
the outside of his bed rail and picked him up in her arms. Spinning
around with his head supported against her shoulder, Joe couldn't see
what his Aunt was doing until he felt himself plopped down into some kind
of seat as she began buckling him into place. It was sudden enough that
he didn't realize quite what was going on until she picked up a tray from
behind the chair and snapped it into place in front of him. "A
highchair?" he muttered. "Seriously?"
Sally continued smiling down at him, but patted and rubbed his shoulder
for encouragement as she explained, "You don't have the back muscles to
hold yourself up properly yet, so I found this in the attic last night to
give you the support you need to feed yourself. Unless you want to spend
the next week with me cradling you in my arms as I feed you three times a
day?"
Joe looked up at her incongruously, but was startled to see her giving
him a look like she might actually enjoy doing that. He quickly glanced
down and muttered that he would make do with the high chair if he had to,
and with a small sigh his Aunt thankfully turned around and walked over
to the vanity to retrieve something. He was pleased to see when she came
back that she had finally brought him something enjoyable; a nice thick
steak! With his facial muscles also slightly weakened, Joe found himself
literally drooling at the delicious flavors wafting over to him. This
caused his Aunt to laugh again, and the next thing he knew she was using
the edge of her skirt to wipe his mouth. Setting the steak down on the
tray of his chair, she told him to wait a moment as she cut the steak up
into little pieces for him. Joe watched her do this with dismay, but
looking at his own curling fingers he knew he'd have had trouble cutting
the steak on his own. Once she was finished, he made to grab the first
piece near him but his Aunt swatted his hand and shook her finger at him.
Looking up confusedly, he saw her reach behind the chair one more time
and pulled out a large pink bib with the words "Mommy's little princess"
from some hidden pocket. "We don't want to get your lovely outfit dirty,
now do we?" she said in another syrupy tone before fussing with him to
get the bib on just right while fluffing out the sleeves of his own dress
before letting him eat.
If Joe had been a little less hungry, he might have taken this
opportunity to regain some dignity by eating as carefully and controlled
as he could manage, but with how little food he'd been able to have since
falling ill he was far too ravished to even feign an attempt at that. His
weak arms and hands did their best to shovel the pieces of meat into his
face as quickly as he could, smearing the juices all over his cheeks and
his front as he did so. A few stray pieces were knocked to the floor as
well, and his Aunt just stood by with her arms folded and a large grin on
her face as she watched him act like a cute messy toddler. When his
stained hands finally grappled out and felt no more meat to snatch, his
Aunt looked down at his sad and confused expression and kissed him on the
head as she unbolted the tray and picked up the spilled food from the
floor. Looking down at him, she shook her head back and forth as she saw
the bib had clearly been no match for his hunger. The yellow gingham
dress was now spotted with stains, so she quickly unbolted him from the
seat and set him on the floor before fully undressing him. Using the
already stained dress to clear the worst of the mess from his face and
hands, she then laid him on his back and rubbed his belly to indicate he
should stay there while she went to get something.
While Joe could just manage to crawl if he started in the right pose, his
meager back and stomach muscles proved far too weak to even try and pull
himself up from his prone position on his back when fully flat. The fact
that his new diapers also left his legs wildly spread out to the sides
didn't help matters, so he found himself only able to move his limbs
about uselessly while slowly turning his head side to side to try and see
what was going on. After a few minutes a large metal basin was dropped
down beside him, obscuring his vision of the right side of the room while
his head was lolled to that side. Slowly turning his face upwards, he
could see his Aunt adding a few small buckets of water and some soap to
the makeshift tub before turning back to him. Chattering down to him
about how good the bath would feel for her "messy little guy", she
stripped the bulky diaper off of him and plopped him in the tub after
tossing the partly soiled nappy into the bin. With the water only a few
inches in the tub so that Sally could scrub him clean with the
accompanying sponges, Joe was able to get the first good look at himself
since the accident with the septic tank. His mouth hung open as he stared
openly at how narrow his arms and legs had become, but what really
worried him was his penis. As puberty had only just started for Joe his
testes had yet to drop, but he still had felt it was going to be an
alright size when he finally started growing. What he saw now seemed
darn-right miniscule, to the point that he had to shift slightly to make
sure the whole shaft hadn't receded inside of his body. "Just how much
muscle was in it?" Joe wondered to himself. "God I hope that's something
else that will bounce back quickly too..."
Sally saw her nephew staring down at himself agape, and she covertly
glanced down herself at his tiny member and sighed inwardly. "Good, it
doesn't seem to be recovering a week after the medicines did their job,
so that's another thing I won't need to worry about," she thought. "Once
we manage to grow little Joe up a bit and have him start wearing his
mother's childhood panties I doubt we'll even need to use a gaff. He's
practically flat as it is, and in a few weeks I should get the results
back from the lab to prove his testicles won't be a problem anymore
either, but that seems pretty clear already."
Nodding to herself, Sally turned her full attention to scrubbing the
small child completely clean. Joe's nose wrinkled slightly at the
perfumed soaps and shampoo he was being cleaned with, but the whole
situation was mortifying enough that he just stayed quietly staring down
at himself while waiting for it to be over. Eventually his Aunt began to
blow his hair dry, and he felt the pain of her brush wrenching the years
of knots out of his long hair. It was painful enough that when it was
over he failed to notice that she had parted his hair down the middle and
tied each half off in a small pigtail on either side.
Gathering him up from the tub, she quickly toweled him off and laid him
down again on the changing mat to add another of the hated thicker
diapers between his legs with accompanying protective pants. She then
thankfully set him upright with the tub behind him so he could watch what
she was doing as she made her way again to the closet and began looking
for something new for him to wear. Joe could only watch on in horror as
he saw her look through a series of toddler dresses that ranged from
dainty to Shirley Temple, cavity-inducing sweet. His breath caught as she
seemed to pause on a particularly egregious pink item with layers of
skirts, puffed sleeves, and a seemingly uncountable number of bows. He
actually caught her looking back at him for a moment as her hand lingered
on that one, but thankfully it did move on shortly after her head turned
back to the closet. Eventually she pulled out a more simple grey pinafore
outfit with a pleated skirt that looked like something a young girl might
wear to school for the first time. Under normal conditions it still would
have had Joe unleashing a tirade on her for even thinking he would wear
something like that, but after seeing the previous alternative he just
turned his head away and waited for her to come over and finish dressing
him.
As the hem of the dress pulled across his face, Joe visibly winced, and
when his Aunt took notice he was forced to admit that his jaw was aching
a bit from chewing so much earlier. Nodding, she left him alone again for
a moment as she walked back out into the main house to grab something.
Quickly returning to him in the nursery, Sally crouched down in front of
him and held out a pink pacifier with a simple purple butterfly painted
on the front. Joe had only just begun to furiously shake his head no
before his Aunt began to explain herself, "Your jaw is hurting right? If
you want to build those cheekbone muscles back up they need to be
constantly working, and maintaining a suction on this old pacifier will
make sure you're doing that. Hopefully you won't need it for more than a
couple of days before you can start chewing without residual pain, but we
can always go back to blended food for awhile longer if you don't want to
try it."
Joe's head stopped in mid-shake at the mention of the blended food, which
he had become convinced must have been some practicable application of
his Aunt's chemistry degree to create the most fowl concoction of pureed
veggies possible. He shuddered, thinking back to only a few days before
when she had spoon fed him in bed, with him intentionally trying to
innocuously drip as much of the fettered paste down his face as he could
to avoid eating it while his Aunt would continuously try to scoop it all
back up and return it to his mouth. It had been a painful and protracted
battle that his Aunt seemed more than willing to return to. After a
moment of inner conflict, it was eventually the aftertaste of steak in
his mouth that had him keep his eyes downcast but pop his mouth open for
the awaiting pacifier. Sally quickly pushed the large nub of the pacifier
into the awaiting opening, and after making sure he was sucking on it
properly she affixed a small tether from it to the front of his dress
while stating, "So you never have to worry about losing it!" as if it
were about to become his most treasured possession.
Once Sally made sure Joe was properly resigned to continue sucking on the
pacifier and not attempt to spit it out, he found himself once again
being placed in the corner by the stuffed animals as she cleared the
room. Once that chore was completed, Sally returned to the opposite
corner and sat with her legs underneath her as she had the previous day,
and began to pat her hands on her flowing skirts again to encourage Joe
to begin crawling over once more. After a mild and muffled grown behind
his new pacifier, Joe began what turned out to be hours of torture as
each long journey across the room took longer and longer, only to be met
with his Aunt happily hugging him to her chest at the end of each trip
and spouting honey dripped platitudes to him before dropping him back in
the opposite corner to begin again. It got to the point where he actually
attempted to smile noticeably from behind his pacifier to encourage her
on as she joyfully bounced him on her lap, showing him how far he had
crawled, in the hopes she'd go on a few minutes longer and give his
aching muscles a break.
Finally it seemed clear that he could go no further that day, and his
Aunt was "rewarding" him with a horsey ride on her knee when Joe felt an
urgent need. He tried to push the pacifier out of his mouth to talk to
his Aunt, but after hours of suction and overworking his jaw it may as
well have been cemented in place. So by the time the look of concern on
his face finally registered to Sally and she paused his bouncing, his
muscles couldn't hold it anymore and released their burden into his
awaiting diaper. "Oh you naughty little girl!" his aunt said, holding him
under the armpits aloft while quickly standing up to check her dress to
make sure he hadn't leaked, "You've been holding that in for awhile
haven't you? Why ever didn't you say anything? It's not like that
pacifier is tied in place! You're lucky you didn't leak on this dress or
you'd be getting a much deserved spanking for that!"
The anger in his Aunt's eyes had Joe feeling like some small creature in
the path of the headlights of an oncoming train. With the pacifier still
refusing to move, all he could do was make tearful puppy dog eyes at his
Aunt while sucking pitifully as he thought again of how painful the
previous spanking had been and shaking fearfully at the thought of
another. As she continued holding him aloft in front of her, her
terrifying glare continued at him for a few more moments before her
expression finally softened. "Okay, maybe that was an accident," she
relented, "but you still should have told me it was coming. Thankfully
those extra absorbent diapers seem more than capable of handling whatever
you can manage."
Getting a momentary gleam in her eye, she turned him around and held him
up for a closer inspection. "In fact, I think there's really no need to
change them at all for the moment," she continued while Joe attempted,
and failed, to look back at her with concern. "These seem nowhere near
capacity and you clearly are in need of your afternoon nap. Maybe the
feeling of messy drawers for awhile will provide enough encouragement for
you to at least try next time to ask for your potty."
With that Sally carried the now fussy child over to his makeshift crib
and dropped him in. As she clicked the side guard back in place Joe
looked out at her with tear-filled eyes as he felt the liquid mess moving
around inside his diaper. His embarrassment proved however to be no match
for the exhaustion he was still feeling from his previous exercises, and
so he fell into a sobbing sleep shortly after his Aunt turned off the
lights and closed the door.
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One hour later, Sally quietly opened the nursery door and entered the
room to find Joe still sleeping. With his hair still in pigtails and his
mouth still sucking on the pacifier in his sleep, she could feel the last
of her anger float away as she reflected again how small and fragile her
nephew looked, and what an adorable little girl he was becoming. As she
crept in closer to get a better look the smell hit her from his still
filled nappies, and she resolved herself to finally get him cleaned up
properly. Joe was so tired from earlier that he managed to sleep through
the whole process, even as she treated his diaper rash, and after
disposing of the fetid undergarment Sally found herself cradling Joe in
her arms as she rocked him back and forth while she sat at the vanity.
Once again she marveled at how much weight he had lost over the last week
and how light he seemed in her arms. If she didn't already know him she
would swear he was just some cute little girl with potty troubles. The
only thing that seemed out of place were a few slightly masculine
features poking out from underneath the baby fat on his face.
Turning to the vanity, she got another mischievous grin on her face
before propping her still unconscious nephew in her left arm so she could
start using some of the old makeup on him with her free hand. With only
the one hand available she had to move slowly, occasionally having to
shift him around with her knee for support so she could get the right
angle, but he proved to more than a heavy enough sleeper to get through
it all. By the time she was finished his eyebrows had been lightly
plucked to tiny little lines, his cheeks were rosy, his eye lashes looked
like an expensive China doll's, and his general pallor had been toned and
slimmed out with makeup to the point that he could only be taken as an
especially adorable, and very little, girl. As Sally reflected that his
own mother likely wouldn't recognize him, she snickered and took a quick
photo with her phone. She wouldn't be able to text it to her from here
with the poor cell coverage, but she had managed to convince the local
utility service to run one long broadband cable out to the property the
year before at great personal expense, so at least she'd be able to email
it to her later. As her laughter continued and grew more audible she
noticed Joe begin to stir, so she slid him carefully to the ground to
avoid him seeing his reflection in the vanity mirror. Sliding her phone
back into her pocket, Joe finally awoke to his Aunt commenting on how
tired he had clearly been before handing him a coloring book and some
crayons. She left him to play on his stomach while going into the other
room to make dinner and quietly email the photo off to Barbara. This
prompted a surprised and humorous back and forth through IM with her
sister while she cooked, and proved to be so distracting that it took Joe
calling out about another potty emergency to break her out of her
reverie.
This time he did manage to hold on long enough to try out his new potty,
but was displeased to find Sally make the choice to leave him buckled in
to it while she fed him his pasta dinner. She assured him this was just
to avoid having to buckle him into the highchair and to make sure he was
properly finished with the potty before taping him back up in his diaper,
but he wondered if it was more likely that it was just the fact that she
couldn't stop laughing every time he would unexpectedly relieve himself
and the trumpets and happy comments for the princess would go off as he
ate.
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As the pre-recorded trumpets and various cartoon voices echoed out of the
chair again, Sally tried again to swallow her notable laughter. It wasn't
just how silly the thought was of a fifteen year old male sitting on a
pretty princess potty chair and having to deal with it audibly praising
him every time he had to take a tinkle or a poop. It was also how cross
and scrunched up his face got each time the message went off, as after
her recent makeup application he just looked like a pissed off four year
old girl who was upset no one would take her seriously. The whole thing
was so gosh darned cute that she seriously regretted again not having
some means of recording the whole thing so she could watch it again
later, preferably shared online with her sister. Looking around the room
as she brought another spoonful of noodles up to Joe's face, she began to
wonder how difficult it could really be to install a few hidden cameras?
After all, even when he began to walk again Joe would be too short to
reach the highest shelves, and the number of toys and dolls spread around
the place provided plenty of cover.
As Joe finished his meal, Sally cleaned him all over with the baby wipes
attached to the back of the portable potty, while also praising him for
his first successful use of the toilet since the accident. Even through
the shame of being catered to like an incontinent child, Joe's face
visibly beamed at the thought of successfully using the toilet again and
hope was clearly outlined in his features that he might get out of his
wretched diapers soon. The look on his face was in fact so pleased and
happy that Sally found herself smiling too, and scooped the precious
little girl up in her arms in a flower of skirts and gave her a big hug
before laying her down one more time on the plastic pad to diaper her
back up for the night. Joe was unhappy to hear that his bedtime was going
to be at seven pm for at least the next few weeks while he recuperated,
but he had to admit that even with his nap earlier he was still pretty
exhausted. So it was only with a token resistance that he protested his
new bedtime as she carried him back to his bed, and even that was cut off
without further attempt when she popped his pacifier back in his mouth.
As Sally pulled the bed guard back up into place with a click, she
reached in to feel Joe's soft hair as he drifted off to sleep like a
little angel. Quietly leaving the room, Sally closed the door and began
gathering her things for the long trip into town. She had a lot of
purchases to make and couldn't leave Joe alone too long even with it
being his bedtime. As she stepped outside to head to her car she could
practically feel herself jittering with the excitement of what would come
next.
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