As Alex sat in the highchair, finishing the last bites of his macaroni and cheese, a new idea began to form in his mind. He had already worn the pull-up and enjoyed the feeling of being a toddler again, but there was one more thing he hadn't tried yet: messing in the pull-up. The thought made him shiver with both excitement and nervousness. It was a big step, something he'd never done before, but the thrill of the idea was too tempting to resist.
The house was still empty, with his mom out on her date, and he knew he had plenty of time. His mind raced as he considered how he could make it happen. Then, an idea struck him—he could make a bottle of warm milk, just like a toddler would drink before bed. And to ensure the pull-up got messy, he could mix in a little laxative. The thought made his heart race, but he couldn't shake the idea.
Alex climbed out of the highchair, feeling the soft padding of the pull-up as he moved. He walked over to the kitchen counter, where he had stashed the bottle he'd taken from the daycare. He filled it with warm milk, watching as the steam rose from the bottle. Then, he reached into one of the cabinets and found the small bottle of laxative his mom kept for emergencies. He hesitated for a moment, the reality of what he was about to do sinking in. But the excitement was too strong to resist.
Carefully, Alex added a small dose of the laxative to the warm milk, swirling the bottle to mix it in. He held the bottle in his hands, feeling the warmth through the plastic, and imagined how it would feel to drink it, knowing what would happen next.
As he finished preparing the bottle, his phone buzzed on the counter, snapping him out of his thoughts. He picked it up and saw a text from his mom.
Mom:Hey sweetie, just wanted to let you know that my date went really well. We're going to spend the weekend together, so I'll be gone until Sunday evening. Please be responsible while I'm gone, and call me if you need anything. Love you!
Alex stared at the message, a mix of shock and excitement coursing through him. His mom was going to be gone for the entire weekend, leaving him completely alone. The realization hit him hard—he had the house to himself for the next few days, with no one to check on him. It was the perfect opportunity to explore his secret desires without fear of getting caught.
Alex:Okay, Mom. Have a great time! Love you too!
He quickly texted back, trying to hide the thrill in his response. The knowledge that he had the whole weekend to himself only fueled his excitement, making the idea of messing his pull-up even more tempting.
With his mom out of the picture, Alex decided to make the most of his time. He knew the laxative would take a while to take effect, so he used the time to set up his secret space. First, he went to the attic and pulled out the old baby bouncer. It had been a while since he'd used it, but he was curious to see if it still fit him.
He managed to set up the bouncer in the living room. To his delight, it fit him comfortably, and he spent some time bouncing gently, feeling the familiar sensation of the fabric cradling him. The bouncer brought back memories of being younger, and he couldn't help but smile as he enjoyed the playful motion.
Next, Alex turned his attention to the guest room, which had been his older sister Emily's room before she moved out. He had already stashed some of his new items in the attic, but now he wanted to create a full nursery setup in the guest room. He carefully moved the old crib, changing supplies, and the remaining pull-ups into the room.
As he carried the crib into the guest room, he felt a wave of excitement. The room was spacious and bright, perfect for his makeshift nursery. He set up the crib in the corner and arranged the changing supplies neatly beside it. He made sure everything was within easy reach, including the extra pull-ups and other items he had collected.
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With the room set up to his liking, Alex went back to the living room. He took a seat in the bouncer again, the pull-up still snug around his waist, and relaxed as he waited for the laxative to take effect. The bottle of warm milk with the laxative mixed in sat on the counter, its warmth reminding him of what was to come.
As the evening wore on, Alex found himself growing more and more excited. The thought of what he would do once the laxative took effect made his heart race. For now, though, he was content to enjoy the comfort of the bouncer and the security of his new secret space, knowing that the weekend ahead was full of possibilities.
