Wishing For A Change

Chapter 13 - New Toys, New Life

Kayden woke to the sound of his parents talking and feeling like he needed to pee. He opened his eyes and through the bars of his crib, saw what looked like bags full of new toys, clothes, and many large boxes full of diapers. He could read the box of overnight diapers, next to the picture of a sleeping amazon baby was the number 210 showing how many diapers were in the box. Kayden could only assume that the rest of the boxes had at least the same amount in them or more considering they are not as thick, only sinking in the fact that he was not going to be using the potty for some time if ever again.

He lay in the crib still trying to wake up as he watched his parents put the boxes of diapers in the closet along with some new clothes. It was Michael that noticed he was awake and stopped by the crib and rubbed his back. Kayden was expecting him to reach under the blanket and check his diaper, but instead just left him to wake up on his own why'll he continued to help his wife take out the new toys from their packaging and put them away.

Still feeling cloudy from waking up from his nap, he just sat up in his now warm diaper watching his parents put away his new toys as they talked about him. He couldn't even talk to them because of his pacifier that when both of his parents had their back turned, he tried to take out with no luck. Most of what they talked about was books he picked out, how cute he will look in his new clothes, and how much he's going to love to play with the toys they just got. It wasn't until Michael asked what Abagail did when he was put down for his nap that made him really wish he could talk. He heard her say she called the daycare across the street from the hospital and asked them if they had any opening, saying she works for the hospital, and it would only be for a week maybe two until they hired a nanny for him.

Kayden wanted to scream as he heard his mother say the daycare had an opening and he could be dropped off first thing Monday morning. He couldn't believe what they were saying, he wanted nothing more than to yell at them and tell them he wasn't going to go to daycare, and that he didn't want to wear diapers anymore and he didn't want to play with toys.

He needed to calm down, he knew even if the pacifier wasn't in his mouth preventing him from talking, he wouldn't have said anything knowing that legally and physically he couldn't do anything to stop them and being scared of possibly getting a spanking.

He was about to use the bars to pull himself up when he felt Michael arms grab him and lift him up and out of the crib being reminded how strong he was and extremely grateful he didn't just throw a tantrum. He was strapped down to the changing table leaving his wet diaper fully exposed to both parents. Abagail smiled and pushed Michael aside to start taking of his diaper and clean him up, why'll Michael handed her the supplies. When Kayden felt Abagail cleaning his privates, he couldn't help but to feel aroused knowing full well that he was showing no signs anyone that he was anything more than a normal toddler getting a diaper change. He enjoyed the powder being applied before having a fresh diaper pulled up between his legs and secured around his waist.

He was unstrapped from the table why'll his used diaper was tossed into the diaper pail, catching a whiff of his messy diaper from earlier in the day. His pacifier was taken out of his mouth has both of his parents kissed around the neck making him laugh, making him feel loved and reminding him that things were not so bad.

When he was set down on the floor nursery, he was shown all his new toys. He watched them show him all his new building block sets, hero action figures, toy trucks and cars, puzzles, and even some stuffed animals. When they were done showing him all his new toys, he remembered what Abagail said about being a good little boy.

"Thank you, Mommy and Daddy for all the toys." Kayden said looking at the floor not wanting to make eye contact, as the statement felt almost alien coming out of his mouth.

He was immediately picked up again only to be given more kisses and praise, being told he was such a good boy and that they loved him, something Kayden has never heard anyone say to him before making him feel warm inside.

When he was lowered down and resting on his own two feet he was told to play with his toys and that they would be checking in on him every so often. He stood by the shelves filled with colored toys as he watched his parents' step outside the nursery and attached the retractable baby gate to the other side of the door keeping him from simply walking out of the room.

He now looked at all the toys without his parents around trying to figure out what he should do with them. He had no memory of playing with toys before and the only thing he ever really good at imagining was a situation where he got adopted by a loving family. He didn't have to imagine that any longer, though a life of being trapped in a diaper, sleeping in a crib, and being told to play with toys at the age of 22 is not really what he had in mind.

The blocks felt like the most logical place to start, considering all the new sets came with instructions on how to build them. He picked up a set that he could build a castle that had moveable gates and catapults to throw bricks high into the air. He scattered the blocks around him trying to keep them somewhat organized by color as he started to place the pieces together.

He would complete a few pages of the instructions and stop and look around the room to make sure that it was still just him in the room. He knew that his parents could be watching with the baby monitor but that he knew already.

He was really feeling like he wasn't allowed to play with toys and an old friend from school was going to be in the room with him to make fun of him for playing with toys at his age. He tried to think logically about what he was feeling, telling himself that this was what was expected of him by his parents and he was considered a minor not an adult, he didn't have to worry about a job or paying his rent what else did he have to do. It took some time, but he eventually stopped worrying about what others would think of him as he crawled around the floor of the nursery creating his own adventures in his head and making the story come to life using his toys.

There wasn't a clock in the room, so Kayden didn't know how much time had passed until his mother came into the nursery to tell him they were cooking, and they needed his help. He stood up and waited for his mother to enter the nursery, seeing her open the gate. He noticed all the toys scattered around the room and watched as his mother carefully stepped around the toys to lift him up and out of his little world.

He was surprised as she was to find that he hadn't used his diaper in all the time he was playing. He knew his body, and he knew that it wouldn't be too long before she would find that he did need to be changed soon. His Mother playfully gave him grief for making such a mess as she stepped around all the toys as she headed out of the nursery and to the kitchen.

He could hear the sizzle of the meat being darkened in the frying pan and could see the steam from the boiling water on the stove as he was placed on the kitchen counter safe enough away from anything that could burn him. He didn't have to be told what they were having he could see the pasta that was ready to be poured into the boiling water and the fresh ingredients to make the sauce.

Kayden already knew that his parents didn't really need his help but just wanted to have him around as they made dinner. He was only ever asked to hold something and usually asked later to pour that item into another bowl as it was then mixed together to create a batch of fresh spaghetti sauce before it was placed in with the meatballs to simmer.

He sat on the counter feeling like a part of him was no longer missing and what had been missing the whole time was now in front of him as he watched his parents playfully teasing each other. Only when one was losing would they talk to him, asking him if he knew a trivia questions about the other, never being expected to really answer as the one that was losing tried to silence the other with a kiss or whipping the other with a towel usually in the rear end. He can feel the love they shared between them as he watches them laugh and flirt with each other.

It wasn't just the love they shared for each other that he made him fell so good it was the way they smiled at him, the way they tried to include him in their inside jokes and how they would kiss him or tickle him if could tell he didn't understand even though he was only their son for less than a day they loved him and cared for him the way only a parent could. He could tell by the way they made him feel like that he would eventually feel the same way.