Published: November 10th 2020, 10:07:41 pm
"Why have you summoned me, master?"
The large blue Djinn spirit crossed his arms and looked down at the young man named Robert who had summoned him from the ring. The man was small - as all mortals were - and he could see that he was wearing a very thick layer of padding under his clothes. He appeared to be nothing more than a toddler, judging by his dress, though the Djinn could sense his years were greater than most toddlers of his kind.
"Oh Gweat Spiwit of da Wing," called Rob. "I hab went weally weally faw and been a vewwy naugty boy to get away fwom daddy so I kin talk to ya. He maded me a baby cuz I wike diapees an I wanna be an aduwt again! But he twained me weal good so I need hewp. Pwease hewp me mistow genie!"
The genie smirked, but his speech remained civil, if a bit modified to speak in terms the regressed man would understand.
"Very well, little one. I can grant you this wish, but I warn you, it comes with a cost. You will return to your former self with all the abilities and privileges afforded an adult of your kind, but you mustn't ever wear a diaper, or any infantile garment ever again or you will forfeit your 'big boy' privileges for all eternity. That means no staying up late, no 'big kid' tv shows, no going out on your own, and no more 'stickies' ever again. Do you accept these terms?"
"Ya! I assept 'em!" said Robert.
"Well and so be it! Your wish is my command, master!" In a flash, Robert found himself in his adult clothes once again, wearing adult underwear and even sporting an adult 5 'o clock shadow. He patted his crotch and but to make sure he was really out of diapers, and he sighed in relief. The spirit was gone - presumably back into the ring, which Robert carefully tucked into his shirt pocket.
"I can't believe it! I'm finally free!" he said with glee. He looked around and remembered he was still in his neighbor's apartment. He always knew the old man was odd, but he never guessed he was a sorcerer until his 'Daddy' imposed upon the man to look after him while Daddy ran some quick errands. Daddy had chalked his wild stories up to youthful imagination but the boy knew that the man had some powerful magic in his old books and relics, and he had just happened to luck upon the one that would end this terrible life of infantilization.
"Hey there, what's all this racket, little one?" came the voice of the old man, but he was quickly knocked back by the young man running past. Robert was now restored to his original strength and vitality. He didn't have to listen to anyone now. He was strong enough to take on Daddy, maybe! The old man cried as he fell to the ground, but Robert was long gone.
Robert looked around. He didn't have any way to tell the time but he imagined he had enough time to raid his apartment for some essentials and hightail it out of there before Daddy got home.
He kicked open the door and charged in. He found some money, some of Daddy's clothes that weren't to terribly big on him, and a few other essentials which he threw into Daddy's suitcase. Just out of spite, he decided to trash the nursery, and make sure Daddy would never get to do this again.
When he entered, however, he was shocked to find that he couldn't bring himself to do it. Far from the vengeful feelings he had expected, a strong feeling of arousal dominated his mind. He was suddenly very horny. Horny for diapers! He began to sweat profusely, and his heart began to pump as he saw them set up under the changing table - stacks and stacks of thick crinkly plastic. He longed to touch them - it wouldn't be a problem to just feel them, would it? And when he did that, he felt he needed a little bit more. He wanted to feel them against his skin one last time. If he didn't tape them up, he wouldn't really be *wearing them* would he? He saw his pacifiers... his onesies... all of his toys... and he just couldn't resist. He pulled out his pud and began to wank it right then and there. Almost immediately he exploded into a knee weakening orgasm more intense than he had ever imagined. It felt like years since he was last able to make 'stickies' and it was as if all those lost moments had been rolled up into that brief burst of relief. He felt a little more clear headed now, as he caught his breath. He had almost blown it! This would be a bit trickier than he thought. He hurried out of the nursery without hesitation, and out into the hall, where the curses of the old man echoed from the apartment.
"I can hear you out there! I'll make you pay for this! How do you like your curse? I know you stole the Djinn's ring, but the ring always returns to its master! You'll give in to temptation sooner or later, mark my words, and when you do, your fate will be sealed!"
"Shut up, old man," said Robert with a sneer. His old cruel persona was coming back easily, and he enjoyed being able to make someone else suffer again for a change. "I'll never be back. I'm an adult again, and I'm going to be back on top in no time. I hope you broke your hip you old coot!" He slammed the door so none of the neighbors would hear the old man's calls and made his way down the stairs.
A month later he had re-entered the financial world and he was raking in the cash once more.
He was sitting in his office with his feet on the desk, smoking a big cigar when his secretary's voice came out over the intercom.
"Sir, a man is here to see you. He says he's your dad, but he looks to be about your age."
"Send him away. My Dad died years ago. The man's clearly insane."
"Very well sir."
Moments later the secretary appeared with a bubble-pack envelope.
"Sir, he left this for you. I thought you might want to see it."
Curious, Robert opened the package and pulled out a single plain white diaper. His heartbeat increased as well as an incredible urge to put it on. He threw it as if he had been burned.
"Take it away!" he spat. "I want it out of my sight!"
"Y-yes sir!" said the terrified secretary, who stooped to pick it up and dispose of it.
After that Robert began regularly receiving infantile items at his work and home - pacifiers, diapers, even clothes. And they weren't from his 'Daddy' either. They were from his enemies. His competitors. And the many people he had had wronged in his life. Someone had tipped them off to his weakness. It got to the point that he had to have his staff open all his mail, and remove anything with even a hint of babyish association from the places he frequented. His bodyguard literally tackled a mom pushing her baby in a stroller when they passed between his limo and the front of the building. It was that bad.
Unfortunately, there were far too many opportunities for him to be ambushed, and one day on his route to work, a covert team of operatives hired by his biggest rival caught him at a choke point. They hijacked the his limousine and a man came in with a diaper bag. It was his biggest rival himself - the man who he'd competed with through all of his years and into adulthood - his brother, and coincidentally, his Daddy.
"I have some things you left behind, little one."
"Knock it off, Curtis!" he spat. "Your underhanded tricks won't work on me!" Despite his bravado, the man was sweating.
"But don't you want to wear a nice thick and crinkly diaper, little boy?" The man pulled out a white diaper from the diaper bag. Then he pulled out another item, and another. "How about your favorite binky? And how could you forget about Mr. Bun Bun? He could sure use a snuggle!"
"No! No!" said Robert, reeling as if he had been shot with each item presented. His cock was rock hard and pressing into his pants.
"M....Mr... bun bun..." he said, reaching out for the bunny with one hand, and rubbing his crotch with the other.
"That's it, little one... snuggle your bunny and let Daddy put you back into a nice comfy diaper where you belong..."
Roberts eyes broke out into tears. He had to resist. But he didn't know if he could.
"Come on little boy," said Daddy waving the bunny around. "Come back to Daddy and be my little baby forever..."