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18-07-2009
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Scars
[Authors Note] This is the first chapter (teaser chapter really, the other chapters should be much longer) of a much "darker" look on the Adult Baby life. I am trying to write this with a much more realistic approach rather then a quick, "I wanted to be a baby so I'm diapered 24/7 kind of story." If you are looking for a story like that this may not be your cup of tea.
Please provide as much feedback as you can. I'm hoping to stick with this story to the end. Update: 07/22 - Sorry, no update tonight  Been pretty busy, going to see family this week so no update until Sunday night (hopefully!!)Also, many of the characters and events in this story were based on real people that I've known throughout my life. While the names have been changed many of the situations bare some slight truth to them but it should be noted that this story is entirely fictional. If you happen to find this story any where other then here, or my soon to be story blog. Please let me know asap, thank you! [End Note] Scars Chapter One – The Photograph James was severely bored. The skinny boy stared blankly into his monitor, waiting for an orange bubble to appear on the bottom of his screen. After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity to the poor boy, a new instant message had arrived. He read the text in a matter of seconds. MatSpaz37: Sorry mate, gtg. Getting tired and mom won’t stop nagging me, jeesh it’s our senior year… I think we’ve earned the right to stay up past “bed time” don’t you? Slightly disheartened that his best friend had to leave him so early, he mustered the few keystrokes to send his friend a simple goodnight message. JD91: Yeah, night man System Error: MatSpaz37 is not online, he will receive this message the next time he logs in. “Fantastic,” James said out loud. “Oh well,” he though. He knew Matt’s mom could be extremely overbearing. Even though he was 18 years of age she still treated him like a child. James let out a slight giggle at that. The irony of that statement was too overwhelming for him it seemed. “She treats him like a child yet with none of the good stuff.” He thought to himself. “No loving motherly care, just harsh punishment if steps slightly out of line.” He tried not to dwell on it to long. His night time chat sessions with Matt were really the highlight of his day. The little bit of social life James had outside of school was crushed severely when his job at the Burger Shack came to an end. The restaurant that James had spent so many hours working at, helping to make a success, felt the cruel sting of the economy. It had filed for bankruptcy and was foreclosed about 2 weeks prior to this night. Luckily, James had secured enough money to buy himself a car. He was granted a very nice deal on what many would not ever want to be caught dead driving in. Its pale aqua coloring had seen its punishment from the brutal years by the sun. The leather seats were torn immensely from abuse of the previous owner (quite a rather large, elderly lady.) James had a hard time imaging the car ever had air conditioning. While it had the vents no air had flown through them for the past 4 years. To top things off automatic windows and locks were apparently unthinkable to the designers of this monstrosity, yet James loved it. For a year and half he had is license, and for a year and half it stood dormant in his wallet, rarely ever seeing light. But some six hundred dollars later it brought some life to this boy. No longer would he have to ride in the dingy old school bus that had been his torturer for years. He had freedom behind his aqua jalopy and this felt good. “James, hun, you start packing your backpack for school tomorrow?” Cried a loud yet friendly voice. “Uh, sure mom. Just about too.” James retorted. Looking around his room he tried desperately to find his old navy back pack that had accompanied him for many years down the hallway of his school. After digging through the mess that his closet he found his prize hidden beneath some old underwear and shirt he had long forgotten about. Upon opening it up he found only a few crumpled pieces of paper mashed to the bottom. Taking his back pack he walked into the room his parents, well mainly his mother, had turned into a supply room. Laid out across the three tables that bordered the walls of the room were dozens of unfinished arts and crafts projects that his mother had tried to keep herself occupied with. Stacked on top of a box James saw an old gray binder that he would use for his last year in public education. While walking over to grab the binder from its solitude James had not noticed that the floor was just as messy as the tables that enclosed it. His poor big toe became the newest recipient of a thumbtack lying so tactfully on the floor. “Ow!” Cried James. He instinctively lifted his foot and tried not stumble backward. Pulling the needle out of his foot he pinched the small prick where the scarlet blood was slowly oozing out. After about 5 seconds of waiting James felt certain that the clot had formed and continued the short 2 foot walk to the binder. As he reached to grab the treasure that the painful odyssey had led him to, a peculiar image had diverted his attention from the binder to a pair of bright, green eyes. The eyes that were staring back at him were none other then his own. However the body to which they were accompanied with was that of his nine year old self. The caption above the image had “Christmas 99’”. The tiny boy who stared back to him smiled contently while holding onto a bright yellow Pikachu doll. On the floor by his feet was a pale blanket with a faded family of bunnies that were running across its center. James had immediately recognized this as his old baby blanket. And staring James straight in the face was him in what looked to be an old, white, goodnite pullup. At that moment of grasping the picture in its entirety, a rush of feelings surged through James, many of which he had repressed for a very long time. With his heart pounding rather quickly James’ only thought was, “I wonder if I still have my blankie?” Last edited by diaperz; 23-07-2009 at 05:20 AM. Reason: Word Choice, Update |
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Looks like a great start to a good story, I'll be reading it.
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dwindle : diminish gradually in size, amount, or strength dwell (upon/on): think, speak, or write at length about (a particular subject, esp. one that is a source of unhappiness, anxiety, or dissatisfaction) |
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19-07-2009
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Chapter Two - “Blankespaid”
[Author's Note]
I had originally intended this chapter to be quite a bit longer but had broken it into two parts to help with its flow. As always, the more feed back the better and thanks for reading! Chapter Two – “Blankespaid” James was lying in his bed, eyes quite open, focused on the ceiling above him. He slowly turned his head to the left side of his full-size bed and gazed upon the glowing clock the proudly stated that it was three o’clock in the morning. “Ugh,” James moaned. He slapped the side of his bed out of restless anger. This wasn’t the first time that James had trouble falling asleep yet this seemed quite odd. For the last week he had finally gotten himself onto a normal sleep schedule as to not have this problem when school starts yet here he is, only a few hours away from finally diving to school on his own, still awake in bed. However, this wasn’t a case of James not being tired. His eyes did seem to have trouble staying open yet they couldn’t bring him to the point of slumbering. When he did close his eyes, the image would appear. James was again lying in his bed, but he was the James that he saw in the photograph. His goodnite had been used while he was in his deep slumber. He didn’t mind though, he liked the feel of pullup. Wet or dry; it brought him comfort. He was still sucking on his thumb. While his parents had made him stop when he was seven, what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them he thought as he snuggled into his beloved blanket. His blanket was still soft after all the years that he had it (which had been his entire life, it was given to him on the day he was born.) He felt safe, he felt secure… he felt great. And as quick as this image had came to him, it was gone. He let out a sigh at the loss of his previous self. Knowing full well that there had not been any diapers in his house for years – the last had been thrown away by his parents after they found an old box of goodnites in his closet almost a year after he stopped wetting the bed – he could only hope to achieve the next best thing, his blanket. Sitting up on his bed he thought out loud to himself. “I’m not going to go sleep tonight without that stupid blanket am I?” The only problem was that he didn’t have of an idea at where it could be. Slightly defeated he began to fall back asleep in his bed when a light bulb had clicked off in his head. James had remembered some boxes marked “baby” when he was helping his dad clean out the attic. While he never had time to actually look at the contents of the box he had a feeling that his parents might have placed his favorite possession that had been so cruelly taken away from him when he was ten years old. According to his parents, ten year olds are far too old for a baby blanket. “It has to be there,” he thought. And so he went of in search of his beloved blanket. Sneaking with much stealth into his garage, he didn’t want to wake his parents whose room was not 10 feet away from him; he slowly opened the door and snuck inside. Stumbling around the cluttered mess that was his garage, he completed the first task in the quest to find his blanket - turning the light switch on. “Why is every stinking room so messy?” James thought to himself. He made his way to the string that would bring down the wooden collapsible ladder. Upon setting it up and making sure it was secure he ventured forth into his attic. Upon turning on the attic light that greeted him at the top of the ladder he was met by boxes, upon boxes of items the family once cherished. This vast array of gray and brown tubs just seemed to fill up every inch of the tiny attic. While looking around he instantly spotted the two gray tubs that had the faded black markings of “baby” inscribed on them. Slowly creeping over to the boxes as not to cause too much noise he managed to make it to the boxes without inflicting physical harm onto his poor feet. With much care he took of the lid and examined the insides. “Ring! Ring!” shouted from the first box. His hands at brushed against the old toy phone he had as an infant. “Quiet!” he silently yelled as he tried to scold the inanimate toy. After a few minutes of careful scavenging he determined that his “bunny blankie,” as he often called it when he was a child, was not in the box. Sealing the plastic lid back to the top he made way for the next box. “Come on.” He thought out loud to himself. He was already very nervous about what his parents would say if they saw him up here. Even worse for poor James his mind began to ponder (which usually has proven to do more harm then good for the boy.) “What if they think I’m a burgler? I mean, what if the call the police?” He thought quite nervously. “I’m up here already, I mean I might as while give it a go.” He reassured himself. He had managed to sift through most of the contents of the box. Feeling his luck was slipping away and letting out quite a sigh of disappointment one could not even imagine the high pitch squeal that was yet to come. “Yes!” cheered James. A soft fleece fabric had grazed his hands. He pulled it from its gray prison and in the dim light he saw the faintest family of bunny rabbits scattered across the middle of the blanket. Almost instinctively he rubbed the fabric across his face. So many comforting memories swarmed his mind, and upon his face was a smile that he had not had for the longest time. This smile, this time, was genuine. James slowly folded the delicate piece of fabric and held it securely in his left hand. He closed the box and tried to place them as he had found them (though this proved to be quite difficult as his excitement had blurred the early bit of his memory.) Flipping the light switch off, he made his way down the ladder and closed it up. Then suddenly, a spark of paralyzing fear was sent through his entire body. “Click!” came the sound of a light switch right before the entrance to the garage door. Thinking fast, James shoved the old blue blanket up into the back of his t-shirt. Half a second later his mother greeted him at the door. “James… sweetie…” she said quite slowly. He could only gulp. “It’s three forty-five in the morning. What in the hell are you doing?!” Though the statement was quite blunt she had a slight smile on her face. “Er, sorry mom. Was looking for a calculator for Math tomorrow.” he lied. Giving him a bit of a disapproving look she began to ask, “at three… Oh never mind. Just get some sleep please. I’d be pretty embarrassed if I had missed my first few classes to oversleeping!” “Right mom,” he said with a little tinge of guilt. James hated to lie to her but he didn’t wish to explain why the real reason he was in here was stuffed so carelessly up his back. James’s mother turned to leave and let out a long drawn “night James.” To which he replied, “night.” As he made his way to his bedroom he made sure his mother had gone back to sleep. James pulled the soft blanket out and walked back to his bedroom. The grin he had on before came back bigger then ever. That night, even with the short amount of sleep he had gained, was the best night’s sleep he had had in a quite a long time. |
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