Becareful What You Wish For! (Private)

[Diaper Beast]

Beast had been invited to play cards with the other fellows tonight despite not being in the best mood due to stuff going on in his real life. He'd been suffering in silence due to a lot of reasons... one of them being a mid-life crisis. As the clock struck midnight Hank just folded his cards and downed the rest of the beer. The other adults seemed to have forgotten his birthday which made Hank a bit angry and sad.

"I'mma gonna hit the bathroom... and then I'm gonna go." He offered in slurred speech to the others and stumbled up the stairs on the way to the bathroom. Drunk and uncertain where he was going... Hank actually found his way into the childish room that belonged to the son of the man of the house. "W-what no crib?" Hank offered with a stumble and a giggle. "Kid dunno how well he's got it."

The bed looked remarkably comfortable though... somewhere to sleep it off. But Hank didn't want to sleep in his clothes... crossing the room and casting off everything he was wearing and carrying. As Hank collapsed into bed he giggled at the idea of living a life like a big baby. "I wish I had that kinda life." Hank offered in a mumble as he fell asleep... making a birthday wish with a falling star outside.

[Bellhart]

Light gathered in the morning glow, and Andrew entered the room of his son. There he was, sleeping away in his nursery, in nothing but a rather thick night time diaper, cartoon prints of cartoon characters spotting the front.

Across from the crib lay a changing table, sized for the boy, and the undersides stocked with diapers and supplies for him. A bouncer stood in one corner, anchored to the ceiling, and oversized toys were strewn around the floor. On the walls were posters of sports and film stars, all of them sporting padding of one kind or another. In all, it was the perfect nursery for a jock Beast's age.

"Up and at e'm sport! It might be the weekend, but you've still got football practice with the team!" he said loudly as he shook his sons shoulder. Closer now, he could see his night diaper was soaked wet with pee, and in good need of a changing.

[Diaper Beast]

It was force of habit that had Andrew checking his son's room... since he knew well enough that his son was spending the night at a friends house. But before he turned around to head downstairs to make some breakfast he groggily noticed a few strange things. In fact, it no longer seemed like his son's room but a nursery instead.

There also seemed to be clothing scattered in a trail from the doorway to the crib. The clothing seemed very familiar, resembling what his friend Beast was wearing last night. He had seemed rather drunk last night and there was no memory of him leaving the night before. But whoever was asleep in the crib groaned and shifted.

The blue fur was obvious... but on closer inspection Andrew noticed that Beast seemed younger, roughly the same age as his son. And the obviously soaked night diaper that the blue-furred teen was wearing. There also seemed to be a strange paternal feeling in Andrews mind. Like he was somehow his younger son?

[Bellhart]

Those feelings only grew stronger as the same force that had so far changed reality for Beast began to act on Andrew as well, changing his memories to be in line with the new reality.

He shook his head as they took hold? What had he been so concerned about? He went over to the crib and lowered it down, getting a good look at the teenager in the soaked diaper. The thick padding bulging padding, stained yellow at the front, spread his legs apart and made it obvious he was a big baby.

"Wakey wakey sport, time to get up! You need to get dressed, breakfast is waiting!" He said gently as he shook his little baby jock awake.