Story #127: Diaper Daze & Demon Days

Story #127: Diaper Daze & Demon Days (Content Tags: Age regression, mild mental regression, messy Pull-Ups, humiliation, supernatural elements) "I-I hafta go potty! N-NOW!" "I *told* you to go before we left. You're just going to have to hold it for a little bit." Lance sighed, his eyes looking in the rearview mirror to get a glance at the whining boy in the backseat. His patience was running thin, now that he felt more like a babysitter than anything else. The squirming kid had once been about twenty years older, and toilet troubles hadn't been anywhere on the radar. The pair were supposed to be partners; the two of them had spent the last year together, chasing down leads about a network of demons who ran their operations in the mortal world. There was Lance, who was a skilled fighter and weapons expert, and then there was Lucien, who was an expert in demonology and a dabbler in occult arcana. Together, they had sent countless demons back to hell, while working for a secret organization that made it their business to sanctify the human realm. Last month, things had taken an unforeseen turn. They had finally tracked down one of the big names that they'd been after: Desdemona. She was a powerful succubus, and one of the top demons in the hierarchy of the group that they were fighting against. The men had thought that they'd had her cornered, that there was no way she could escape, and then they'd come to the terrifying realization that she had no need to escape them. Desdemona's power had been vastly understated by previous reports. She'd taken Lance down with a single spell, but he'd been the lucky one. With Lucien being more versed in magic, and more experienced overall, he'd put up more of a fight, and that's how he'd ended up like...This. By Lance's estimate, his partner was now maybe five or six, and that was a big maybe. He was still knowledgeable and capable of his magic, but Lance hesitated to say that his mind had been left intact. Lucien suffered the consequences of being an adult mind in a child's body; his bodily signals were seriously out of tune, his emotions were impacted by hormonal balances that were unfamiliar, and his brain's physical structure itself was decidedly more immature. The 'man' still had his memories, his intelligence, and his wisdom, but it was all being put through a filter of childishness that Lucien couldn't avoid. He was far less patient now, and while he was once known for his stoicism, he now had a very hard time regulating any of his emotions. Lance suddenly wrinkled his nose as a foul odor wafted throughout the cab of the car. *And then there were the accidents*. While Lucien had been dropped down to an age where he should still be considered long pottytrained, he'd been having a *lot* of accidents. Lance knew why, and it was difficult to tell if there would soon be any solution to it. Lucien's mind was working off the framework of a full-grown adult, which meant that his signals were being massively delayed. While an adult could hold it for hours, the boy's regressed body couldn't physically do that. The result was that by the time he felt the need to use the toilet, he was already at the point of critical failure. That meant pissing and shitting himself, and that meant problems. For the first couple of weeks that Lucien had been like this, Lance had been more understanding and willing to give his partner the dignity that he deserved. The little brat had already had a meltdown about what clothing options were afforded to him at this size, and Lance had believed him when he said that the accidents were just a temporary problem. Three or four packs of underoos later, and it was beginning to feel like that might not be the case. Lucien had been so stubborn about it, that he began to wear multiple pairs of the colorful little briefs, which Lance had then had to point out was little different than just wearing a diaper. Every accident was a major inconvenience. It happened on stakeouts, in pursuits, on drives, during meals, at night... Lance had finally ended up putting his foot down about it. It'd been an awkward conversation to have, since Lucien had been somewhat of a mentor to him, but Lance had bought Pull-Ups and demanded that Lucien wear them until this all cleared up. That'd been the first real tantrum he'd seen from the kid, and if to prove Lance's point, Lucien had soiled himself during it. There was nothing more difficult than trying to stay respectful of his partner, when his partner was now a little kid with a red face and tears streaming down his cheeks, while the back of his briefs bulged with a giant log of shit. Lucien had been in the Pull-ups for a few months now, and Lance was getting close to revisiting the issue. He'd already managed to integrate real diapers into the mix, primarily at night and during long stakeouts, but he was starting to wonder if he should eschew the training pants altogether. Lucien was still capable of making it to the toilet sometimes, but that wasn't very convenient either. As embarrassing as he was sure it would be, Lance knew it'd be best to just keep his partner in something fairly thick and spacious full-time. It may be a sacrifice to autonomy and pride, but the reward would be consistency and less time wasted. Even when Lucien *did* make it to the toilet, it was as if he had to go at the worst possible times. "Luci, dude, you dumped in your pants." Lance mentioned from the driver's seat, sounding somewhat exasperated. "And we still have a ways to go until we reach any kind of stop." The little boy looked mortified, but his sniffling and blushing was evidence that Lance wasn't telling him anything that he didn't already know. Lance swore that Lucien was just as bashful and sensitive as a real child would be, instead of just playing it off with a crude joke like he might once have done. "Y-yeah, I know...Just light a cigarette or something..." The boy turned his head to the side, looking uncomfortable in the booster seat. Lance still felt strange doing that; if Lucien was a real child, then there was no way that Lance would go smoking around him. He got disapproving glares from onlookers, whenever he lit up or took Lucien into a smoking section of a diner. Worse than that was when Lucien himself wanted one; apparently his regression hadn't done enough to kill that vile habit for him. The concern had first been that if might mess him up, to be doing that with such a small body, but Lucien seemed semi-capable of keeping the smoke down without choking, though it had a more volatile effect on his bowels. If Lucien was puffing, then his glorified diaper would be puffing out with haste. Damage to his lungs didn't seem like a real issue either, due to an unforeseen side effect of his physical alteration. Lucien was effectively immortal right now. His size hadn't changed at all since the regression, so he didn't appear to be aging, and his wounds healed at a supernatural rate. Whatever damage the cigarettes would do to him would be repaired before he even exhaled. It was the only reason that Lance had been okay to let him still drink a little too, or why he still allowed Lucien to remain his partner. Lance had to wonder if Lucien would even want to have the curse on him reversed. It might be humiliating to live like this, but the benefits may very well outweigh the negatives of it. The boy's diminished size also provided a certain level of cover to their identities and intentions; much like a criminal became invisible when in a reflective vest, the duo became much less suspicious when they appeared as 'child and caretaker'. "So, Luci, I've been thinking..." Lance started, rolling down the window to help air out the car. "Did you hurt yourself?" Lance rolled his eyes and slipped a cigarette between his lips, "Shut up, I'm being serious." The kid smirked, "Yeah, so was I. What do you got cookin' in that melon?" "Well, I think it might be better if...Well, if you wore something a little more protective." Approaching this topic was sure to cause issues, but better here on the road then later somewhere else. "Why? I don't even need this seatbelt. We've already proven that I can heal from pretty much anything, except for maybe getting thrown in a volcano." "No, I'm not talking about helmets or kneepads or whatever. The padding I mean is the one that you just filled with shit." As to be expected, Lucien already looked irritated from the comment. He shifted around awkwardly, and Lance could hear the mess underneath him squishing around, which brought a grimace to the man's face. "I'm already wearing 'protection' like that, you dummy." "Stop moving around so much, you're going to leak! My point is that those things aren't really made for you to be shitting in, especially with the way that *you* do it." Lance grumbled. The accelerated healing wasn't free by any means; Lucien had to eat significantly more than ever before to make up those calories spent, and that came with the added 'bonus' of having to take much bigger, more frequent dumps. As it was, Lucien was already leaking a couple of times a week, which meant more time lost to fixing such an issue. "I-I'm getting better at not doing that!" "No, you're really not. You're already wearing diapers to bed, so what difference would it make to wear them during the day too? At worst, it might impact your movement, but that's better than leaving a trail of poop from your shorts, isn't it?" There was some silence after that, with Lucien refusing to look his 'partner' in the eye, before he mumbled something about Lance being a 'butt'. "Let me put it another way. I'm not really asking, I'm telling. You already suck at cleaning yourself up, and I'm tired of having to deal with your blown out Pull-Ups. It'll be easier on both of us if you just start wearing diapers instead, got it?" "...Whatever." Surprisingly no tantrum, but Lance suspected that one was brewing back there. Once he actually tried to get a diaper on the bratty boy, he could expect that Lucien would turn into the exact kind of demon that they spent their time hunting. It'd be unpleasant, but manageable; Lance could overpower the tyke with minimal effort, since Lucien wasn't much stronger than his new age would suggest. Lance soon saw a diner up ahead and felt relief wash over him. After over an hour on the road, having to endure the fumes of Lucien's accident, he was more than ready to get a reprieve from it. Aside from that, he'd be able to get Lucien cleaned up and the two of them could grab some dinner. "Look alive, time to get some grub." Lance announced, parking the car and turning the key. "Grab the diaper stuff from the bag. You might not be able to get a rash, but I don't think anyone will be happy if you're ruining their appetite in there." Knowing Lucien, the boy would probably wind up needing a change after the meal too, but Lance would worry about that later. Since changing him was more a matter of comfort and pragmatism, rather than a health concern, Lance could put if off if he really felt like it. The small boy grumbled some more and made up a 'diaper bag', which he begrudgingly put an actual diaper in too. As angry as he felt about Lance's decision, he had a hard time going against the reasoning behind it; the training pants just weren't holding up to his potty accidents, and leaking all over himself was just as embarrassing as wearing protection itself. The two headed inside and Lance stopped a nearby waitress to inquire about the bathrooms. "Hey, do you have a changing table in the men's room? My...Son, is in pretty dire straits here." The woman looked down at the boy, and then back up at the man. "A little old to still be in diapers, isn't he?" Lucien wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but he felt Lance's hand rest on top of his hair, as if to subdue him. "Heh, yup, he's a stubborn one...Late bloomer, I guess. We're working on pottytraining, but my wife does the whole 'let the child decide when' crap, so it could be a while..." Lance concocted a story, giving a reassuring smile. "Tsk, what a shame...That's what's wrong with this generation; just too soft. The bathrooms are over there, and I'm sure that the men's room has a changing table too." The older woman pointed out, before going back to her duties. Lucien glared daggers at Lance, but waddled along with him to the bathroom. The inside was actually nicer than either of them had expected from such a greasy spoon on the side of the highway, but the 'Koala Kare' station was currently being used to change a diaper on an age-appropriate child. "Guess we'll have to wait a moment, sport." Lance grinned, keeping a hold of the smaller boy's hand. The man changing his own child didn't peek backwards, but he did acknowledge them: "Sorry, it'll be another minute or two. I'm not the greatest at this." He laughed, while one of the stalls opened and out came a child that was probably close to the age that Lucien now appeared. "You're not done with Ronny's icky diapee yet? But I wanna eat!" The little boy fussed, coming over to the table and then catching sight of the new arrivals. "Daddy, he's fibbing! He doesn't even *have* a baby." That caused the man to crane his neck back, but once he caught sight of Lucien, he stopped his gawking and got back to work. As far as he was concerned, Lucien was just 'slow' or something, but he didn't want to be rude by explaining it. Lance on the other hand, thought it might be entertaining to rile Lucien up a little. "My little boy hasn't mastered the potty just yet." "Whaaaat? But he's almost as big as me!" The kid exclaimed, not looking like he believed it. Lucien looked up at Lance, giving him an expression that screamed 'I am not amused'. He kept quiet, but only because he knew that he didn't have anything pleasant to say, and that it would only cause further problems. Instead, he opted for something a little more petty and befitting of his current stature. The regressed boy bent his knees and gave Lance one more look, this time nakedly displaying his spite. Almost immediately, Lance could tell what was about to happen; Lucien was going to make sure that this excursion to the changing table was especially troublesome. "O-oh, uh, sport...You don't want to try doing that on the grown-up potty?" Lance cringed, finding that this was the sort of display that made it more apparent that his partner's mind had been affected by what had happened to his body. "Mmmph...N-nope..." Lucien grunted, putting his hands on his knees and beginning to push. His Pull-Up was already housing a payload, but it wasn't bad enough for payback. "Is he...Ewwwie! He's doing a doodie on himself!" The other boy announced, pointing an accusatory finger at the big 'baby' before him. Just as he was accused, Lucien was guilty. A gassy gurgling came from the back of his shorts, followed by some more soft grunting, as it was made very clear that this was in no way an 'accident'. Another fart sputtered out, and suddenly the back of his shorts started to swell, joined by the sound of wet plopping. Lance quietly groaned, feeling embarrassed by the spectacle that his former mentor figure was putting on. He couldn't be too upset, since he had been the one to fire first in this current battle, but it still was shameful to see. What made things worse was when Lance could see a brown stain starting to form in the seat of the khaki shorts. "O-oh...You had another blowout back there. Guess that's why we're putting the Pull-Ups away for a while..." Lance sighed, speaking partially in earnest about it. The man in front of them finally finished changing his own kid and got him redressed. "Blowout, huh? Good luck with that; those are the worst..." Lance rubbed his temples, "Tell me about it...My little stinker is the prince of them."