[Age Regression, Mental Regression, Diaper Use]

"I am not going to daycare!"

Ben Tennyson was not having a good day. Nor was he having a good week for that matter. Thanks to a little mishap with a fountain of youth, he had now been regressed to the size of a toddler, and the sound of his shrill voice only served to enhance the idea that he was a toddler in every way.

"We've been over this already, dweeb." His cousin, Gwen, rolled her eyes while plugging her ears to try and block out the sound of his voice. "Grandpa's still a kid too, so we can't be seen driving around. So, until he's back to normal, we're going to sign you up to a daycare. Because there's no way I'm going to be alone in dealing with your dirty diapers."

"I'm not going to fill them, Gwen! I'm not that young!" Ben shouted, though it really wasn't believable. Especially given the extra thick diaper currently wrapped around his waist. Just the day before, while trying to wait out the water's effects... He had completely ruined a normal set of diapers meant for kids his size. Which was why he was now wearing the bigger diaper, which made it absolutely impossible for him to walk around without waddling.

"I don't care!" Gwen shouted back, crossing her arms as she glared at her now-younger cousin. "We're signing you up, and that's final." She wasn't about to back down. Especially not when she had control of the situation. Though that didn't stop her frown from twisting into a slight grin. "If you behave while at daycare, I'll buy you the biggest ice cream you can dream of."

Ben pouted and crossed his arms as well. He wanted to keep on fighting back. But the sound of that huge ice cream was a little too much for him to ignore, a bit of drool already running down his chin. "Fine, whatever. Let's go sign up for that dumb daycare and get this over with already!" Like the little toddler he was, tricking him into doing what adults wanted him to do was actually really easy. Which just meant that the water's effect was even stronger than he thought it was.

"That's more like it. Now come on, dweeb." Gwen said, before lifting the toddler into her arms with relative ease, her hands softly glowing as she used her magic to make it easier to carry him.

"P-Put me down, I can walk on my own!" Ben cried out, especially as Gwen started to carry him off towards the daycare. He wasn't happy with this arrangement. Not in the slightest. Even if it felt kind of nice to be held. No, he couldn't allow her to realize that he was enjoying this. If she knew that, then she would just tease him and make even more fun of him!

Not that he could really stop her from noticing. Due to his infantile state, everything he was thinking was practically written on his face. And the sight of him feeling shame from being in her arms brought Gwen a ton of joy...

But not as much joy as his time at daycare would bring her. Maybe she'd have to thank Hex for getting them all involved with this fountain of youth junk. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten the chance to permanently turn the tables on their little relationship. Ben had been such a thorn in her side, the biggest source of problems for her ever since they went on this trip with their Grandpa.

So why shouldn't she take advantage of his current state to teach him a lesson or two, while making sure to humiliate him every step of the way?

Ben was none the wiser to his cousin's plan, nor was he aware that this would be the very last time he'd be even close to grown up while in Grandpa's RV...

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"Welcome to Little Sunshine- Oh, you two are awfully young! Where are your parents?"

The receptionist at the daycare greeted the young cousins, with Ben promptly frowning as he was called young. It was bad enough that Gwen rubbed his current predicament, but he didn't want anybody else to do so. It really made him feel humiliated...

"They're busy for a while, but they told me that I should go sign my baby brother up for a stay at a daycare. There's no problem with having him stay a few days, right?" Gwen put on a gentle smile, as she rocked Ben a bit back and forth to sell the illusion that he was truly just an infant. "Oh, and can I help? I've always wanted to take care of babies like him!"

"H-hey!" Ben cried out, struggling against his 'older sister'. He really didn't take kindly to what she said. He wasn't her baby brother! They were cousins, and if she started pulling that card, then he was really going to make things difficult for her!

The receptionist looked at the rowdy little toddler, before chuckling softly. "Well, it looks like you'd have your hands full if you didn't drop him off at a daycare like this. And I'm sure that once your parents return, they'd be more than happy to see that you've learned how to make him calm down." She might be a bit older, but she was still a kid. And they had more than enough room for a kid like her, despite the fact that she'd be playing the role of a caretaker. "What are your names? I'll sign you up, so the kiddo can go get comfortable."

"Gwen and Ben Tennyson!" Everything was going so smoothly. Ben was still throwing a bit of a tantrum, but it wasn't like the older lady really paid attention to what he was doing. She just thought that it was a normal thing that a kid like him did... And by the time she was done with him, it really would be just another aspect of his infantile personality.

Ben crossed his arms as he watched the older lady tap in the information that needed to be recorded, before she smiled down at him. Something about that smile made him feel weak and made him blush. Why was it embarrassing to have her look at him like that? She didn't look like she was looking down on him, but it still made him feel really... weird...

"He's really cute when he starts calming down." The receptionist said, chuckling a little as she finished typing. "How about you put him on the desk? I want to see how grown he is. I can only see so much while you have him in your arms."

Gwen nodded and put Ben on the desk in front of her, smirking a little. So she wanted to see what he was like? Well, that could easily be arranged. She'd just add a little bit of magic as she let go of him, and then the rest would play out without much involvement from her end.

Ben kept on blushing as the older lady looked at him, especially as he slowly but surely managed to get up onto his feet. It was really, really hard due to the thickness of his diaper, but he hadn't lost that much in terms of motor skills. But he"r happy clapping didn't help. It just made him feel that much more embarrassed, to be praised for something so simple and natural.

"You really are adorable, Ben!" She said, gently patting him on the head before planting a kiss on his sweet little cheek. "You're going to be here for the next week or so, and we're going to take care of you. You want that, right?" She put on such a cutesy and comforting tone, utterly patronizing to hear. And yet it made him blush that much more...

Just as he was about to open his mouth and tell her that he didn't really want to stay at the daycare, he felt his tummy rumbling. It was a strong rumbling too. But how was that possible? He was sure that he had gotten everything out of him earlier in the morning, and he had endured the humiliation of getting Gwen to change him. So why was his tummy making all these bad noises?

He couldn't know that it was because of Gwen. Nor could he really see the subtle glow from her hand as she amplified the magic pouring through him. He was too busy looking at the nice lady to pay attention to what was happening behind him, and that very same focus was making him feel even more shame.

"Oh dear, what's the matter, Ben? Do you need to go potty?" The receptionist asked, before peeking past him. "How potty trained is he? A little, or is he still completely dependent?" Since she was essentially the baby boy's guardian at the moment, Gwen would have the answers. She was his big sister after all, surely she should know about his current progress.

Gwen shook his head. "He's tried his best to avoid getting potty trained. He just kept on ignoring Mom's attempts to get him to the potty." Of course she was lying through her teeth. But she could easily make it look like the boy had absolutely no control over his bowels. It was really easy... And so, so much fun to do so.

"Aaahh..." The receptionist nodded, before gently patting the baby boy on the head. "Ben, it's okay. You're wearing your diaper, so going poopy isn't a problem. Just take some deep breaths, and push. You can do that, right?" She didn't want to see him suffer through having his bowels being too stuffed. So like any good caretaker, she helped him the best she could. A bit of advice, and some gentle patting on both his head and his back.

Ben obviously didn't want to make a mess. He really, really didn't want to end up proving that he was an infant. But the combination of his tummy trying to twist and turn to the point where he couldn't do a thing to stop himself from filling his diaper, and the soft sensation that spread through him due to the receptionist's warm and welcoming treatment... It made him slowly listen to her, as he took deeper and longer breaths...

As he calmed down, so did his tummy. But it didn't calm down because he was free from its torment. No, it calmed down because it got its way. And he became aware of just how badly he had messed up as soon as he caught a whiff of his own stench...

His diaper stained brown as the first few inches of his mess wormed its way into the seat. And once he realized that he had started to poop himself, he just pooped himself harder. Practically shooting that mess into the back of his diaper as he pushed just like the nice lady had said. Not because he wanted to poop, but because he just wanted to get it over with. Better than to drag it out and make it feel so much worse.

Both Gwen and the receptionist clapped, both to praise the baby boy for filling his diaper and getting rid of the cramp, as well as to encourage him to fill it as much as he possibly could. All so he wouldn't be bothered and need to fill his next diaper so quickly...

At least, that's why the older woman was clapping. Gwen just clapped to mock her cousin. He was already doing really well for himself too. She had only used a little bit of magic, way less than when she actually had to use it in combat. But the results spoke for themselves. Maybe he'd mess even harder if she got more used to using her powers like this...

Ben pouted, all while instinctively letting a tear run down his cheek. It didn't feel good to fill his diaper. It... It felt good to deal with his tummy being such a problem, but it didn't feel good to fill his diaper at all. It was all sorts of icky, and it stank, and it made him feel like he was actually a toddler. So much so that he nearly wanted to bring his thumb up to his lips and suck on it. But he stopped himself and instead just pushed a bit more, to make sure all of that stinky stuff was pushed all the way out of his bowels...

By the time he managed to push the last little bit of his poopy out into his pamper, Ben ended up collapsing right onto it. Not because he was too heavy, but because his little itty bitty legs had gotten all tuckered out by the strain that he had put on them.

As soon as his butt made proper contact with the mess weighing down his padding, the tears automatically started to run down his cheeks. While he still had an older mind, his body was that of a sweet little infant. And when an infant ended up shocked, they started crying. So he was forced to sob as the shock overtook him...

"Oh dear, oh dear..." The receptionist said as she hugged the crying little tot. "There there. It's okay, it's okay. It's just a bit of poopy. It's okaaaaay..." Her voice was so soothing... Even if she just pointed out that he was crying because he had messed himself. One of the most humiliating things that he could've ever done...

Gwen was doing her best not to grin and laugh at him. Oh, it felt good to humiliate him. After everything that he had done to her, she was relishing the chance to bully him in turn. And they hadn't even really gotten into the daycare yet! There was still so much more she could do to him...

Slowly but surely, Ben stopped crying. All because of the warmth that radiated off the nice lady and how much she cared for him. Of course he blushed again once he realized what he was doing, but by that point the damage had already been done. Now he just crossed his arms a little and huffed...

"That's better." She said, before gently kissing the sweet little baby boy on the cheek once more. "Now, I'm going to change you. And do watch carefully, Gwen. I'm sure you're going to need to learn one way or another." It wouldn't be right to have him lugging around that mess. And besides, his diaper was awfully plain. So changing him into something that fit a bit better for a growing baby boy like him only made sense.

He didn't bother putting up much of a fight as the receptionist started removing his diaper. Partly because he knew that if he did, she'd just tease him more and then Gwen would get more fuel for her own teasing. And beyond that... He really didn't want to stay in a dirty diaper. If he did, there was probably a good chance of him crying more. He didn't even know why he had started crying like that, but he wasn't about to do it again...

Gwen watched as her cousin's diaper was undone in a matter of mere moments. Disposable diapers were made to be easily removable, but it definitely seemed like the receptionist had gone through the process so many times that she could do it in the blink of an eye, with both her and her cousin in mild shock and awe at the time it took for her to remove that padding and gently dump it in a nearby pail...

"Now, be a good boy, and don't move too much. I'm just going to clean away all the icky poopy, so you can stay nice and clean in your fresh diaper." The older woman chimed as she reached for a set of supplies kept close to the desk. Since she usually had first contact with the toddlers that stayed at the daycare, it meant that she'd be the first one that'd notice if they had any messes or anything that would become a problem. Which was why she had a bunch of wet wipes and more than enough baby powder to handle any kind of butt that ended up presented to her.

Since he already stopped himself from throwing a fit while she removed his dirty diaper, Ben tried his best to not throw another fit when she started to move that wet wipe all over his butt. But it was really, really hard to not kick his legs around. It was all sorts of weird feeling somebody older than him slowly wipe away at his butt. It was icky! He could do it himself, he wasn't that small. And yet, he was forced to endure the humiliation of it all.

While the older woman was definitely not paying too much mind to the way that he was reacting, Gwen was. And the sight of him having so much trouble handling something as simple as this... Oh, it was way too nice. As much as she wanted to humiliate him further by having him start messing right then and there, when he was supposed to be empty... The receptionist was already doing so much for her already. Why should she lift a finger when she could enjoy herself instead?

Despite the little guy inadvertently squirming here and there due to the sensation of that wet and icky wipe rubbing away at his stinky butt to get all of the sticky and extra messy poop off him, the receptionist was able to get it done. And even though he was just as squirmy as she rubbed his then-clean butt with a bunch of baby powder to make sure that he wouldn't get a rash, eventually she managed to do her job. Sure, it took a lot longer than it normally took, but the end result was always worth it.

He had to admit that as well, especially as the nice lady made him wear a brand new diaper. A diaper that was so obnoxiously childish, with plenty of cutesy cartoon animals decorating the pastel-colored front. Normally, and especially if Gwen was the one trying to change him, he would be trying to struggle. But there was something about the way that she touched him, the way that she slowly and snugly secured the tapes around his waist, that made his cheeks flush even more than they already had. Especially as she patted him on the very front of the diaper, making him completely ignore the look of his crinkly undies...

It felt nice. It felt really, really nice. So much so that he almost started to lose control... Before shaking his head quickly as he felt the slightest pressure between his thighs. No, he wasn't going to use his diaper already. E-Even if it was nice and cozy and it kinda made him want to use it.

"There. All done." The nice lady said as she leaned down and pecked Ben right on his cute little toddler cheek. "You just head into the daycare with her, I have a bit more paperwork to do. I'm sure you two can find a couple of playmates that can keep you busy." She smiled, genuinely believing that the boy was a great fit for their little daycare.

Looking at the nice lady, Ben had a really difficult time trying to deny her. Which was only emphasized as Gwen picked him off the desk and carried him into the daycare properly. He almost started to cry a little as they got further and further away from her. Like his little toddler heart couldn't handle being separated from somebody he had grown attached to.

"You're shaking a little, dweeb." Gwen said, turning Ben to look towards her so she could feign a sympathetic expression. All to rub it in. "You want to stay with her? I could ask, if you'd really want to be her baby all day." Her expression may be somewhat sympathetic, but her words were as cutting as always. She really wanted to rub it in that he was a baby. And there was no way that he was getting away from it.

Ben's flushed cheeks turned a more angry shade of red as he huffed. "N-No, I'm not a baby. I wouldn't wanna stay there. No way." He was adamant about it. Though it was really clear that he also just wanted to be with her. He was truly terrible at lying, especially as his eyes gazed back towards the reception area...

Though it wasn't long before he lost sight of her, and instead became rapidly aware of the room around him instead. The disgustingly pastel mess of colors that characterized the daycare. Just looking at it was overwhelming for the senses. His little toddler body immediately wanted to touch any of those colors just to see what it'd be like, but his grown mind knew that there was nothing special about the colors. If anything, these colors were completely infantilizing. Why couldn't they use normal colors instead of these overly soft and bright ones?

His body got what it wanted as Gwen let him down onto the floor, which was actually extra soft. It was like the carpet, or whatever had been laid on top of the floor, was super duper soft. So soft that he just started sinking his hands into the padding for a few seconds. He wanted to... play with...

Ben recoiled as he realized what he was doing, before rapidly shaking his head. The fact that he ended up on his ass when he recoiled, letting the crinkly sound of his diaper echo out when he sat on it, certainly didn't help matters either. He didn't want to think about his condition. He didn't want to revel in it. He just wanted that annoying youth stuff to run its course and return him to his original age. That way, Gwen couldn't tease him. And he could go back to being a Hero too, without causing a ton of trouble whenever he transformed.

Gwen smirked. It seemed as if he was already having a bit of trouble keeping his adult self in check as his body grew more and more used to his current age. Of course she had a hand in causing that. There's no way that she'd give him the chance to recover now that she had started his fall. With every mess he made, it'd be harder and harder for him to properly control himself. In more ways than one. Now, should she make him mess himself all over again while he was being grumpy, or...

As Ben tried his very best to ignore his current predicament, for the sake of truly looking like the older boy that he was, his struggling and huffing ended up attracting a bit of an audience. Something he only noticed as he heard the soft and childish giggling that surrounded him...

"Hi!" "Hiiii!" "Friend!"

The kids that surrounded him were around his age, and didn't exactly sound like they had the best grasp on words yet. They definitely knew how to say things, but they probably didn't know what they meant exactly. But they really showed off their childish naivete. Something that he hoped that he wouldn't fall into. There's no way that he'd be like them. No way.

"Q-Quit looking at me like that!" Ben cried out as he got up onto his feet, crossing his arms as he tried to stand taller than them. He was a little taller, which was owed to the fact he was still on the older edge of toddlerhood, but it wasn't by much. Even then, he made them all gasp in awe at his size. "That's right! I'm bigger than you, so I'm not a baby like you!"

"Big!" "Big?" "Biiiig!" They thought the words sounded nice, even if they didn't understand. They were just impressed by how he was standing up. Which prompted them to try and get up onto their feet as well, so they could be just like the cool baby!

Ben looked extra smug as they each tried their best to get up onto their feet. But none of them were anywhere close to being as good as he was. Duh, they were still toddlers. He had just been regressed, he still had good control over his muscles. There's no way that they'd be able to do better than him. "See? I'm bigger, that means I can stand up! Bet you're real jealous, huh?" Heh. They were toddlers, but right now he really wanted to rub it in. Even though they barely understood him.

Though while he was doing his best to be superior and smug, he completely neglected to keep an eye on Gwen. Which meant that it was even easier for her to use her magic on him. Especially as the three toddlers that had gathered around him ended up falling right onto their butts because they didn't have anywhere close to the same control over their legs, nor the concept of balance drilled into their little minds.

"Thaaaat's right! I'm big!" Ben smugly grinned, unaware of the magic slowly pouring into him. It was only when the soft sound of his rear releasing a faint *braaaap* that he realized that something was wrong. He... N-No, there was no way that he was about to mess himself again. He was sure that he had filled his diaper as much as he possibly could before. How was he already this full?

His panic caused the three toddlers that watched him to gasp in awe again. Which in turn caused him to fill with even more shame, his cheeks flushing brighter and brighter red. "S-Stop looking at me like that!" He cried out, all while putting his hands on his tummy. He had to try his best to avoid making a mess. There's no way that he could allow himself to make a mess. If he did, then... then..!

"Big!" "Poopy!" "Pooooopy!"

Unfortunately, the toddlers all knew exactly what was going to happen. They weren't exactly smart, but they were still used to the idea of filling their nappies. They were really used to farting right before a big mess, so it was only natural to babies like them that the big baby in front of them was about to make poopy in his pampers.

"N-No! I'm not going poopy!" Ben insisted. But it was obvious to anybody that was watching him that it was exactly what was going to happen. And the more he tried to fight back against it, the more his body just took control and let it all happen. Which was most evident by the way that he started squatting down...

The regressed toddler was forced to cry out in desperation as another *BRAAAAP* echoed out from his rear. And once that fart had forced his cheeks to spread ever so slightly, the deluge of pure messiness started to pour on out. He still wasn't sure how his tummy had filled up with so much waste in such a short span of time, but once it had started to slide through his bowels and into the seat of his diaper, it just wouldn't stop.

His audience watched as he was forced off his feet and right onto his diaper as he just kept on filling it. That cute diaper that the nice lady had picked out for him, the one that was supposed to probably stay dry for a lot longer so he could enjoy all the cute images printed onto it, was quickly being turned several similar shades of brown instead. The sheer amount of poopy that was being pushed into it was phenomenal... Maybe even more than his first mess at the front desk.

Ben hated the fact that he was messing like this. It was humiliating. All of this had to be some sort of crazy dream. Even if he was stuck as a toddler, there was no way that he was messing himself this much without something weird going on. The only possible rationalization he had was the idea that he was in a dream... Though that didn't exactly make the experience any better. It just meant that he was dreaming about filling his diapers... Which probably meant he would be filling his diapers in reality too...

"Poopy!" "Pooooopy!" "Big poopy!" The crowd of toddlers cried out in unison as they clapped. They completely ignored the fact that he had been showing superiority over the three of them, because they just couldn't devote their tiny brains to remembering something like that. They were awed by his mess, and immediately forgot all about him being a big cool boy, since he was just as poopy as any other baby.

As much as it humiliated him to have them treating him like he was just like them... It actually kinda felt good to have them treat him like that. Not that he'd want to be like them, but... It made the fact that he was currently messing himself far beyond what should be humanly possible something that he could swallow. Even if only for a small amount of time.

Gwen, meanwhile, couldn't help but giggle as she watched the scene unfold. He was starting to fall even further. The fact that they were encouraging him only served to enhance the effects of her magic. Perhaps he'd be completely broken before the day was over, if they kept on treating him like this. He'd have a hard time fighting against their approval, and little by little he'd end up a toddler in mind as well as in body...

"P-...Poopy..." Ben muttered, right as he finished filling the back of his diaper. He felt so exhausted after pushing so much into the back of his diaper, but at least it was soft. As humiliating as it all was, he had to admit that at least it felt nice to rest on top of his own mess. It was way, way too soft not to enjoy. At least he could sit there and stew in his humiliation for a bit. Catch his breath...

"Poopy!"

Though he didn't get to rest for long before he heard the terrible trio cry out in unison, each of them pushing just as he had done. And while they weren't able to fill their diapers nearly as much as he had, it didn't take long for them to make that crinkly underwear sag downward from the weight of their messes...

Seeing them mess like he had... It filled him with a comforting sense of solidarity. They did this to make it clear that he wasn't the only one that messed his diaper. Even if they didn't understand that it would be how he interpreted their actions. But at the same time, it also filled him with even greater amounts of shame. He really was just like a toddler. Filling his diaper at a moment's notice, and enjoying it too...

"Can't believe you filled another diaper so quickly, dweeb." And just as his shame was hitting a peak, Gwen was there to take advantage of it. Grinning from ear to ear as she kneeled down to look him in the eye. "So how'd it feel to poop your pampers like an infant? Did it feel real good?"

Ben glared straight at her and crossed his arms. "N-No, it didn't feel good at all. I don't like going poopy." He didn't even think about his words. He just refused to give her the satisfaction of thinking she was better than him. No matter what, he would still be better than her. No matter what size or age he was, he was still the hero and she was still a girly geek that should just back off.

"Then I guess you want a change. Just like those three'll need one soon." Gwen chimed, gently pressing her hand into that massive mess that he had made. "Unless you think you can handle staying in this big thing. I'm sure that a big boy like you could totally handle that. You probably didn't even mess it because you were a baby, you messed it just because you could." She didn't let up on her teasing, adding different avenues of attack. Because if he wanted to be seen as an adult, then he had to endure being in this stinky diaper... Giving up would just prove that he was a baby..."

As much as Ben probably wanted to prove himself, the stink from his diaper started to waft past his nostrils, and he quickly realized that he had to give up on his pride. Otherwise he'd... Well, he didn't know what would happen if he stayed in pampers that were this soiled, he just knew that it couldn't be good.

"F-Fine! Change my diaper, Gwen!" He cried out insistently. If she was going to tease him, then she had better just do it. If she teased him any further, then...

Gwen grinned. "I'm sorry, what was that?" She acted like she hadn't heard him at all. Why should she listen to a little bratty baby boy that didn't know his manners? She had the upper hand in this entire ordeal, and she was going to make sure that he knew it.

Ben audibly swallowed, before looking down a little. "Please... Please change my diaper, Gwen." He had to go about it this way. Otherwise she'd just ignore him again. Which would lead to him being stuck in this damn thing even longer...

"That's better." Gwen smiled as she picked him up with no real hassle, despite the weight of his diaper. "Wave goodbye to your friends for now. You'll see them again when it's time for lunch." She really played up the role of a caretaker. It was what she had signed up for, so she really needed to make it seem like she was the real deal.

Ben looked over his shoulder and looked at the poopy toddlers, before huffing and looking away. He really didn't want to grow attached to them in any way. He didn't want to be like them. They were stinky... And poopy... And not good for him at all. If he thought about them for too long, then he'd probably end up just like them. Which was the one thing he was trying to avoid.

But he did notice that they waved goodbye to him as he was carried off to one of the changing tables. Which made him slowly wave bye to them for now. He couldn't help but do it. It was like his body stopped him from being mean to his buddies. What an awful body...

He didn't really pay much attention to his diaper being changed this time around. He was relieved to have it off him, but Gwen's way of cleaning him wasn't anywhere near as intimate or as thorough as the nice lady's was. So it went by in the blink of an eye. He only really noticed that he had been put into a dry diaper by the time he felt it squeeze around him, because it was nowhere near as good as when the older lady had done it...

Ben looked at Gwen and pouted a little, but Gwen just shrugged. "You'll just have to live with that diaper for a bit longer, dweeb. Unless you wanna mess it right now and get some help from your 'mommy'?" She could tell what he wanted. He had really formed a good bond with that woman, hadn't he? If not for her plan relying on not being noticed when she used her magic, then she would've probably get her involved once again...

"N-No. S-She's not my mommy, and I don't care." Ben muttered as he climbed off the changing table once he was back in a dry diaper. The less he thought about being diapered, the better. And the less he thought about being infantilized by nice ladies that just wanted to help, even better.

He tried his best to sound like he didn't care. But it was extremely obvious. The blush on his face, enhanced by his infantile emotions, really showed how much he had come to like that receptionist. Not that he wanted to admit it. But even then, it was more than enough for Gwen. Just seeing him trying to deny his true feelings, as well as trying to deny that he was a little baby boy...

"Change!"

Gwen blinked as she took her eyes off her cousin for a few seconds, looking down at the toddler that decided to waddle her way over to her. And almost immediately, she got a whiff of the stink leaking from the back of that very same toddler's diaper, causing her to grimace slightly. Even though she had just changed Ben's diaper, she still wasn't used to the smell of this kind of stuff. And since she was caught off guard, she didn't have the chance to counteract that smell.

At the same time, however... The fact that she got a whiff of that smell lit something up inside of her head. If she got bothered by the smell, then it would be way worse for Ben. And if a little bit of poopy was bad, then...

Gwen smiled as she kneeled down to look at the cute little girl that had come over for a change, patting her on the head. "How about..." She paused, shaking her head as she realized it just wouldn't work if she used big girl words. "Friends. Change. Okay?" To make sure that the girl understood what she was getting at, she used her fingers... Aaand the teeniest bit of magic, to properly communicate what she wanted her to do.

The little toddler nodded as she heard what she was supposed to do, quickly toddling off to get a lot of her friends. There were many that needed changes, including the trio from earlier. And that just meant that there were lots and lots of potential sources for Gwen to use. All so she could torment her cousin even more than she already had.

Ben, meanwhile, wasn't paying much attention to what was going on. He had waddled off once he was back on the floor, even if he had a lot of trouble actually waddling. As it turns out, pooping himself silly twice over had an effect on his legs. But he could still stand for the time being. So he was clinging to it. He wasn't about to give up yet another part of his status as an older boy. The more he gave up, the more it felt like he was going to lose himself completely and end up a baby in every single sense of the word.

Then again... Was it so bad? He had to admit it, the other toddlers had been kinda nice. They weren't like Gwen. They didn't tease him over being a little baby. They just accepted him as one of their own. Yes, that was exactly what he didn't want to be seen as... But he really liked the acceptance that they showed. It made it all feel kinda nice. And the more he thought about how nice it was, the more he thought about the woman at the front desk.

She was so nice. She made all of this feel so bearable. Had he started to crush on somebody much older than him, or was it just his current infantile body gravitating towards her because she was a really good caretaker? He couldn't tell. All that he knew was that he didn't really mind being her baby. Though not for long. He was still a big boy at heart. He'd just play along until he got a chance to turn back, and not a second longer.

"Maybe I should go see Mo-"

Before Ben had a chance to stop himself from calling the nice woman Mommy again, something else happened that would fill him with even more shame. And it came in the form of his diaper suddenly starting to sag in the back. It wasn't by a lot, but it was definitely noticeable. He hadn't... He hadn't messed himself, had he? There's no way, he'd feel it!

Unfortunately, the slight weight in the back of his padding was just the start. Little by little, more and more was being added to the back of his diaper. Because of the shock of it all, he couldn't really turn his head to try and look to see if he was the one filling his diaper. It really didn't help that he felt kinda numb down there after everything he had done, so he really couldn't tell for sure...

And it was that numb sensation that Gwen was taking advantage of. Because Ben had pooped himself silly, courtesy of her magic, there was no way that he was able to tell that she was the one just... transporting messes straight into the back of his diaper. Not just small messes either, because the messes in the back of the other toddlers' diapers were honestly really big.

Gwen winked to the young girls and boys as she gently tapped the messy parts of one of their diapers, and the mess suddenly disappeared. Not only that, but all the dirty stuff that made it clear that they had been stinky went away completely. Leaving not a single trace of the babies going number 2 in their padding...

The various toddlers gasped in surprise as the big girl cast magic. They couldn't say what she did, because they hadn't learned the words, but they could definitely express surprise. In fact, some of them pushed their diapers forward so she could touch them too. All so she could demonstrate just how effective her magic was... And to change them a little faster, since they wanted to get back to playing.

Not a single one of them understood what was going on. Which was good. Because if any of them realized that their poopies were being transferred into Ben's diaper, then she'd have a lot that she had to answer for. But since none of them understood, and he certainly wasn't able to understand either, Gwen could comfortably watch as one by one, the diapers that she touched suddenly emptied out and had their mess get warped into the back of Ben's diaper. Making it sag more and more...

Ben was on the verge of tears as he was being weighed down more and more by the sheer amount of poopy that was being packed into the back of his diaper. "N-No... No fair! I don't wanna go poopy!" He cried out in sheer shock. He thought that he was empty after messing so much the two other times. But here he was. Not only was he packing lots of poopy into the back of his diaper all over again, but this time...

He couldn't feel a thing. Not a single bit of this poopy that was being packed into his pamper registered inside of his bowels. It was like it just slid out and appeared there without giving him a chance to properly process it. It was making his heart hurt, and his mind was really taking a toll too. If this truly meant that he had become incontinent, then... then...!

Ben let out a gasp as the weight of his diaper overwhelmed him again, causing him to collapse onto his side. All while it just kept on being filled up more and more. It was a wonder that it hadn't started to overflow or leak... Not that he really focused on that. No, his mind was entirely on the fact that he was packing so much into it in the first place.

How could he do something like this? He was a big boy. Big boys didn't mess themselves. Big boys especially didn't mess themselves three times over. And yet here he was. He had done just that. And he was still doing it, given the extra stink that wafted from the back of his diaper. While it wasn't weighing him down as much due to the way he was laying down, that didn't stop it from weighing down on his conscience.

It really was the worst possible thing that could happen to him. It was bad enough that he had messed himself in his sleep while they were in the RV, but now? It really seemed like the effects of the fountain of youth were much more than permanent. Little by little, his body was getting used to being toddler-sized... And that meant that he had to endure every little terrible thing that came with being a toddler. Whether he liked it or not.

"I-I don't wanna be a baby... I don't wanna be a baby!" Ben cried out helplessly, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he had to deal with the problem right behind him. He didn't want to admit defeat and get a chance so quickly. But he also didn't know what else to do. His infantile mind, hampered by 'his mess', made it impossible for him to do anything except cry out and throw a tantrum. He didn't want any of this. All he wanted was to be back to normal...

Gwen was enjoying every moment of this. Oh, it was pure delight for her to see him break down. He had been so frustrating when he tried to run around and be a hero. Now that he was a baby that cried his heart out like this? He really looked like what he had been all along, at least in her eyes. He always threw a fit whenever he didn't get what he wanted, so why shouldn't he be a toddler?

"Change! Change!" The toddlers around her giggled, as she had managed to get them all to be as clean as they needed to be. They were all happy to be completely dry, to the point where most of them decided to just waddle off. Those that had started to learn how to walk, at any rate. The others just crawled away, giggling and ignoring the problem that was happening not far away.

While they had supported Ben before, right now he was extra stinky. And since everyone else was nice and dry, they didn't want to spend time with somebody that was stinky. They were much more interested in playing with each other, or getting a bit of nap time in, or even just ignoring him in general.

The fact that he had been accepted by them not too long ago, only for them to abandon him once he ended up way too stinky... It really emphasized how fickle toddlers were. And with the tears running down his cheeks, there was only one thing that Ben could reasonably do.

"I-I didn't want to play with you anyway! You're all poopyheads!" He threw a tantrum. His infantile mind really didn't give him many options. Even though his diaper hadn't grown much since the moment he started crying, he didn't notice. His mind was in too much disarray due to everything that had happened. If he got nudged a little more, there was a good chance that he would end up snapping. And from there, his chances at recovering were slim.

The other toddlers ignored him. But Gwen certainly didn't. She loved how much he let his true and extra infantile nature shine forth. She wanted him to crack and break so he could end up a baby until the very end. But what could she do? She had already changed all the toddlers that had filled their nappies. So she'd have to find a different way to get under his skin, or... maybe...

As she thought about the idea of messing and transferring her own mess into his diaper just to ruin him a little further, her eyes started to glance towards the pail that most of the toddlers' diapers were stuffed into. Then it hit her. She didn't need to use messes that were fresh, when there were so many old messes that she could take advantage of. And he was in too shocked a state to really notice the difference.

Gwen whistled to herself as she walked towards the pail, before reaching for a pair of rubber gloves that were sitting near one of the nearby changing tables. As much as she loved what she was about to do, she wasn't going to make her hands any dirtier than they needed to. Once she had gloved up and made sure that there was no way that the stinky and extra filthy stuff was going to rub off on her hands, she started to stick her hand straight into the pail.

Ben sniffled and wiped away his tears. It was really, really frustrating that everyone just abandoned him like that. They were just... S-Stupid. Super, super stupid. They didn't have any right to just be mean to him like that. They were toddlers. He was a big boy. They should listen to him and help him. Especially when he had a diaper that was so heavy that he couldn't stand up...

Slowly but surely, he tried to press himself up. He needed to salvage what little was left of his pride. Which meant that he had to prove that he was still a big boy. If he was a big boy, then he could change himself. He just had to get up, no matter how hard it was, no matter how numb his lower body was..!

*FRRRRRRT*

Ben's eyes went wide once again. A fart slipped free from his butt. No. No no no. There was no way that he was messing himself again. Sure, he hadn't really felt the gas slipping free from his hole, but that was definitely the sound of gas pouring out of him. But how!? He had messed himself three times, how was he still full?!

He managed to look over his shoulder this time, and while he wasn't able to see the way that he was filling his diaper due to all the messies that were covering up his butt, he could definitely see the load growing bigger and bigger. At a much faster rate than before too, the sight of which filled his heart with dread.

"N-No! No!" His panic returned again as he tried to push his hands into his crinkly padding, in a vain attempt to try and close his cheeks. But he couldn't even reach those cheeks. And the more he futilely tried, the more he started crying. He really didn't know what to do. He didn't want this, he didn't want to be a baby!

Yet it was his desperation to try and avoid being a baby that made him fall further and further. So much so that he didn't notice that he started to press out a bit of actual poopy into the seat of his diaper. The sheer panic in his heart was making him fill his nappy. A truly humiliating sight...

One that Gwen was absolutely enamored by. It made the act of stuffing her arm down into a pail full of poopy pampers completely worth it. He was this close to snapping completely. And every diaper she touched made it all worse for him. All she had to do was to fill his diaper up with all the messes that were in these diapers, and then..!

"W-WaaaaaaAAAAAH!"

Just as she finished touching every single diaper, Ben's limit was reached. While he didn't snap, he ended up wailing like a proper toddler. Which quickly prompted her to withdraw her arm, as it would no doubt lead to the kinds of questions she just couldn't answer if somebody saw her doing this.

"Oh dear, oh dear." The receptionist said as she hurried into the main part of the daycare. "Who's... Oh, it's the new bo-" The surveyed the damage that had led to this wailing, before having her eyes widen as she focused on the sheer size of the baby boy's mess. "Oh... Oh my. That's a new one..." She wasn't prepared for a mess this large...

"Yeah, he's... A bit special. Sorry I didn't mention that earlier." Gwen said as she walked over to the older lady, putting on a nervous smile. "Could you help him? I'm used to taking care of him, but when he gets like this, he always needs the right kind of touch. And it looked like he really liked the way you changed him." She was lying through her teeth. Having her help him would just lead to him breaking even further.

"I see... Well, you really should've told me earlier. But here, I'll handle him. Just watch, okay?" She was a little disappointed that the young girl hadn't bothered to let her know. But then again, she probably had her own priorities. She was still young, and ultimately she was the adult. So she had to set a good example for them to follow.

Ben sniffled and sobbed as he kept on wailing. Right up until he felt those warm arms around him, and he slowly wiped his tears away to notice the receptionist hugging him. His fragile mind trembled and he started sniffling even more. He... He really needed her right now. Even if it meant that he'd give in and accept his accelerated transformation into a complete toddler.

"M-Mommy..." So the word left his lips. As he buried himself inside of her bosom, letting her warmth wash over him. It was the kind of warmth that he wasn't supposed to enjoy. And yet he couldn't help himself. It made him calm. It gave him peace. But most importantly... It just meant that he could distract himself from the mess in his diaper...

"There there... There there..." The receptionist muttered quietly as she patted little Ben on the head, rocking him slightly. She didn't know how she was going to handle properly cleaning up after him, but she wanted him to be okay first. And as he slowly but surely started to quiet down...

His wailing and sniffling gave way to tired and exhausted snoozing. He was probably overwhelmed by everything. So she just let him rock back and forth a bit more. She'd probably figure out a way to deal with his diaper before he woke up. Then he could get some lunch, and he'd be right as rain.

Ben quietly snored in his 'Mommy's arms, unaware of what awaited him when he woke up... Unaware of just how Gwen would endeavor to finish him off...

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The little toddler's dreams were more pleasant than he probably would've thought. They were soft. Gentle. Just like the world around him. He got to just lay inside his dream, with nothing to hurt him.

It didn't matter that he was diapered. It didn't matter that he was still a toddler. Nothing mattered but the nice peace and calm. It was so soothing, to the point where he started giggling a little in his sleep. There was literally nothing that could ruin it. Even though being in this kind of situation was supposed to be something that he'd hate, because it was beyond infantilizing...

"Wakey wakey, dweeb!"

But his dream didn't last forever. Especially since Gwen still needed to torment him. The orange-haired girl was right there, smiling at him with such clear malice. To say that he was still groggy after having slept for however long was an understatement. He could barely see anything, despite how much he rubbed his cute little eyes.

"S-Stupid... Gwen..." Ben muttered as he tried to shake himself awake. But he quickly found that he couldn't really move much. He could move his arms, sure, but his entire lower body was seemingly locked in place. It made him blink rapidly, with his vision clearing up bit by bit. And as it did, horror quickly started to sink in on his face.

The fact that he was locked in wasn't the bad part. Far from it. It was what he was locked into that truly terrified him. He was in a high-chair. So even if he was able to move, he couldn't get down. Because the gap between the ground and his seat was far too big for a little baby boy like him to handle.

"L-Lemme down! Lemme down!" Ben cried out as he shook around, though the high-chair didn't do much. No matter what he did, there was little that he could actually accomplish. Which just made him blush from shame, embarrassment, and frustration. He wasn't supposed to be stuck in such an infantile chair! Once again, Gwen had tried her best to make him feel awful, and it was working! Perhaps more so since he was still barely awake!

Gwen chuckled a little, before reaching over and pinching the toddler's cheek. "Oh, you're not getting down. After everything you did, the receptionist was very clear with me. I have to make sure that you get well fed, because it seemed like you had pooped your diaper so much that she thought you'd end up malnourished. So you better be ready for a bunch of baby food."

Right on queue, albeit aided a bit by Gwen's magic, Ben's tummy started to rumble. And it wasn't a mild rumble. This was a loud and proud rumble. He was well and truly hungry. He could probably eat his way through an adult sized buffet, and he still wouldn't feel like he had eaten enough. Which just added to the shame on his cheeks, and the grin on Gwen's face. She was enjoying this way too much, though why was that? She wasn't usually this smug, was she..?

He obviously hadn't noticed what she had done to him, and how this was just the latest in the growing list of ways she'd force him to grow even more infantile. But at least this didn't seem suspicious. It was just her having fun teasing him by feeding him. So what if he'd have a bit of an accident when she started feeding him a little too much food? He was just a toddler, it was how things were.

"Right. Open up, dweeb, so the airplane can land on your tongue." Gwen said as she scooped up a bit of baby food onto a spoon. How much baby food was really prepared for him, he couldn't tell. Because his sight was still too blurry. All he could focus on was her, and nothing else but her.

Ben naturally tried to fight back against her, closing his mouth and turning his head. It didn't matter if he was hungry. He wasn't going to let her feed him. That was the greatest... The very biggest humiliation that he had ever gone through! And he had already pooped his pampers so much before he woke up, this was way worse than all that!

Gwen grinned a little as she watched him put up a very defiant wall. Well, she did come to expect this from him. After all, he had done his best before he passed out. But if he really had slid far into the infantile part of his mind, then it wouldn't take much. All she had to do was lean forward a little, while he was still turning his head away from her, and then put on her most mature tone as she whispered into his ear.

"Open up for Mommy, okay?"

Ben trembled. It was such a different tone. It almost made him think that it was the nice lady from before. And since he had already grown a little close to her due to how nice she was, he didn't think that there could be anything bad about opening his mouth. Perhaps because he had become so infantile already. Or perhaps because his hunger got the best of him...

Either way, he left himself open at the critical moment, and he definitely paid for it. The spoon found its way onto his tongue, and his eyes widened in shock. His cousin had managed to trick him, and now there was baby food on his tongue. Tasty, mushy baby food. Food that his stomach begged him to swallow. He really didn't want to do it, but his body took control.

The little baby boy swallowed the mush, and a soft sense of bliss overwhelmed him. He couldn't really pinpoint what it tasted like, because his taste buds had regressed alongside the rest of his body. All that he knew was that he actually liked how it tasted. And he wanted more, prompting him to open his mouth back up. Even though he looked like a hungry baby...

Gwen was more than happy to indulge him. Spoonful after spoonful of all that delicious mush went straight onto his tongue, where the toddler could swallow it all without much of a second thought. He didn't care that he was indulging too much at this point. It just tasted really nice. And he was very hungry, and very tired, so what little remained of his strained older mind really didn't get a chance to do anything about it.

He just ate and ate. It didn't matter that it seemed like the food just kept on coming. He just kept on eating. Because it was delicious. That was all that the little toddler needed. He just needed that delicious taste on his tongue. Everything beyond that was secondary...

At least that's what it was like at first. But eventually, his little tummy couldn't handle it all. He started to swallow less and less at a time, and his mouth refused to open immediately. But he also couldn't keep it closed. Because the smell of the nice food was still overpowering. Even though it was just mush, it was just right for somebody like him.

"T-Too... Much... Tummy... Hurt..." Ben muttered, gasping as he felt his tummy trying its best to work through all that was wasting away inside of him. He really didn't like how he was feeling at the moment. Not just because of his regressing mind, but also because it was making his tummy kind of ache. And he didn't like that on several levels. Even if he was still his normal size, he wouldn't like his tummy aching like this.

Gwen just shook her head and scooped up some more mush as she hovered it near the toddler's lips. "She was very clear. You need to eat. Otherwise, you'll end up pooping out way worse things than what you did before you fell asleep." She said, using a firm yet somewhat gentle tone. Not because she cared, but because she took advantage of his weaknesses. If she spoke like this, he wouldn't fight back.

Indeed. Even though he knew his tummy couldn't handle it, Gwen's voice being even slightly gentle was too much for him. So he kept on opening his mouth. There were very real dangers to eating too much. And yet he just let her stuff him more and more full. Regardless of what could possibly happen...

As he opened his mouth just a little, despite his stomach really screaming for him to stop just moments prior, a loud and powerful *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* left his cheeks, and the agony of being filled with way too much food was replaced with pure shame. Not because he had openly farted that strongly... But because he knew what came right after such a fart.

Indeed, once his butt had loosened up ever slightly due to the strength of his fart, the flood of filth started to pour out. And it wasn't just a little flood. It was a big flood. A big, strong flood that just kept pouring and pouring. He wasn't even really sure if it was poopy or if it was just all the mush that he had eaten that started to flood out of the other side. He just knew that it was overwhelming and thoroughly degrading.

And Gwen loved every moment of it. There was barely any baby food left in the jars that had been given to her. He had managed to down it all in one fell swoop. And his stomach just couldn't take it. Of course, she had a little hand in making sure that he continued eating, but his stomach just not being able to handle it was completely natural. So she enjoyed herself. Watching with glee as Ben pushed and pushed to try and deal with the pressure and the overwhelming amount of food in his stomach.

It didn't matter how much Ben pushed. Because it just seemed to be an endless flow. So, so much poopy pouring out. And no matter how much he pushed, there was absolutely no relief. His tummy was still cramping from how much he had eaten, and the shame of filling his diaper just kept on growing. Just like the diaper around his waist kept on sagging further and further towards the floor from how much was being packed into it.

Eventually, the flow did stop. But not because he was out of poop. Far from it. The pressure inside of his stomach and the cramping that came with it was the reason why he couldn't poop any more. And it was definitely getting to him, given the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. He didn't want to poop, but he also didn't want to suffer from having all of this inside of him. He wanted to get it over with.

Gwen noticed, and subtly started to smile as she reached for the bottle she had prepared as well. "Here. She told me that if you ended up getting a stomach ache, I should feed you this. Open up." She said, the tone a little softer than before. And as Ben did exactly what she asked him to do, she proceeded to stuff the rubber nipple as far into his mouth as it could go. Just so he could get all the milk that he needed.

Even though his stomach was cramping, he eagerly started to suckle on the nipple and suckled out as much milk as he possibly could. Just so he could try and get rid of that cramp. It was really painful, and even just a few droplets of that milk was enough to bring him the slightest sense of relief. Something that brought a bright blush to his cheeks. It was really good to not have all of that pain in his tummy.

Once the pain had started to go away ever so slightly thanks to all that nice milk, he just kept on drinking more and more. Fully unaware of the consequences. He just drank as much of that nice warm milk as he could. Because it had made his tummy play nice, so naturally it was going to be good for him!

It was that train of thought that crashed moments after the milk truly worked its way through his system, as he felt a splashing sensation pour from his rear. Because of the pressure inside of his tummy being gone, he could now poop again. But it wasn't just a little bit of poop, and it wasn't the same level of intensity as before...

No, this time Ben was truly letting it all flow out. He was filling his diaper to the absolute limit. If not for the fact that the milk had caused all of that solid poop to get wet and sludge-y, then some might've actually leaked. But instead, it all just soaked into the white padding and made it grow browner and browner, all while he was stuck trying to comprehend how a bit of milk had made him like this.

Of course he couldn't actually focus too much. He was still drinking the milk, and it was really delicious and there was lots of it. Warm, delicious milk that kept him from thinking too much. Just letting his body handle the duty of pushing it all out, while he was focused on the nice warm stuff...

The reason why he was filling his diaper this much was as simple as ever. It was all Gwen's fault. But this time it wasn't due to a magic trick. No, this time it was simply because she had added a few extra laxatives to the milk. The nice lady that had taken care of him while he was sleeping told her that if he ended up cramping, then she should feed him laxative milk to help with everything. But why would she give him just a small dose of laxatives? He could use so much more... Because it would make it so much easier to break him if he filled it even more!

Ben definitely wasn't taking it well. This was a completely different level of messing compared to when he was awake before. It was flooding out so freely and so powerfully. The fact that he started to mess himself this much just because he had been spoonfed like a toddler also didn't help. It just reinforced that he was truly a toddler that couldn't help himself. Sure, it was partly because he had been stuffed, but he didn't think that it was a bad thing that he had been stuffed. The nice lady told him that he should eat as much as he could...

And yet these were the results. The diaper that sagged so far down to the ground that it was about to turn into a second layer for the chair he sat on... It was just embarrassing. And yet he wasn't crying. The warmth of the milk that was still rushing down his throat was keeping him calm... But that in and of itself was another reason why his mind was having trouble with it all.

The fact that he could just accept that he was filling his diaper, as long as he drank this milk... It was making it even harder to argue that he wasn't a toddler. But at the same time... He really did like the milk. So maybe dealing with these messes... N-No, he had to be strong. He had to avoid falling prey to the temptation posed by the milk. He had to do his very best. Otherwise..!

Gwen pulled the bottle from her cousin's lips, and Ben immediately let out a strong grunt as he pushed a little more into his diaper, actively trying to put an end to it all... And the gasp that left his lips as something big managed to squeeze out from his bowels, serving as the last bit of poopy that wasn't made of mush due to the laxative, was the sign that he had finally finished. Indeed, he couldn't feel anything else sliding out of him. He felt... The tiniest bit of relief over having emptied out his bowels so much. Even if it was horribly embarrassing.

"Well, how's it feel to have pooped your pampers again?" Gwen asked, as she pinched the baby boy's cheek a little. "I bet you're getting really good at it. What, it's been the fifth time today, and you keep breaking new records?" She had to rub it in. Just a little. Even though she knew that he would probably break before she'd get the chance to really tease him again. So this would be the last time, and yet she went soft on him.

Ben just nervously blushed and tried to look away. He didn't have a defense against her this time. All he could do was just quietly mutter. So quietly that it was impossible to tell what he truly said...

"What was that? You need to speak up. You know I can't read minds." Gwen said, as she leaned a little closer. "What does the stinky baby who pooped himself silly want from his caretaker?" She used that same gentle tone, despite the mocking words. Because she knew she could get away with it.

"P-Please... C-Change me..." Ben muttered again. It was a little louder, and Gwen could only really hear it because she was close enough. But even having him admit that much was clearly hurting him. It was so incredibly strained...

But it was good enough for Gwen. She smiled, and helped him out of the high-chair. It took a bit of effort, but she managed to get him free after using a bit of her magic to lift up his mess so it could go back in through the hole it had been sagging through. From there, it was just a matter of carrying him off to a changing table.

Ben wasn't enjoying this one bit. But it did kind of feel nice to be in Gwen's arms. Was she nicer than before? Or was it just because he was growing more and more infantile? He really couldn't tell. All that he knew was that he really wanted a change...

It didn't take long before he was laid down. And once he laid there, it was like... He kinda spaced out? At least it felt like one moment, he was weighed down by that massive diaper, and the next... He was completely dry. He didn't know why he was spacing out like that, but he just kinda chalked it up to his mind having trouble with everything. He had managed to poop himself silly several times over a single day, so it didn't surprise him...

As for cleaning the baby boy and making sure that his mess didn't get everywhere, it wasn't exactly easy for Gwen. But she was just as surprised to see her cousin really not doing anything while she cleaned him. She thought he would've reacted even a little bit. Did this mean he was about to snap? If that was the case, then perhaps...

The thought crossed her mind after she managed to slip a dry diaper onto her cousin. But she didn't get the chance to act on it before she felt her own cheeks trembling. And that was when Gwen was the one that ended up having a problem. Because she had been so focused on Ben, because she had been concentrating on bullying him and making sure he'd break...

She really didn't think about her own diet. Since she had to wait until he was somewhat well rested before she could wake him up, she had gone off to get some lunch. Something simple. Which ended up being a bit more than simple, because using so much magic ended up depleting her reserves. And in turn...

"N-No, I'm not the one that's supposed to go poopy..." Gwen muttered, and yet she couldn't stop herself. To try and preserve some sort of modesty, she squatted down. But she couldn't stop it. She would have to deal with the consequences of her actions.

If Ben was anywhere close to aware of his surroundings, perhaps he would've noticed what was going on. But he really wasn't. Right now, he was still spacing out. All that he could really comprehend was the softness of his current diaper. Was it softer than normal..?

As he continued to be distracted by something so inconsequential, Gwen continued to try and make her mess stand out the least it possibly could. Even as she felt the subtle mess pushing out into her panties, soiling one of her favorite pieces of underwear, she tried to make it seem like it wasn't so intense. She tried to just let it slide out in slight amounts. Instead of one big accident that she had no control over...

Unfortunately, she couldn't stop it like that. The moment she tried to control it, she was forced to gasp as it all started to flow. Mushing up against her butt as the tightness of her panties squished it all around. Thoroughly staining her cheeks, and making her look just as infantile as the boy that she had been trying to break.

...It was then, in the midst of her accident, that an idea struck. She had managed to teleport the messes from all those babies' diapers into Ben's. So why couldn't she do the same with one of her accidents? She just had to touch it a little. Sure, she'd get a little dirty... But he had also just been changed. He'd no doubt be shocked to find himself messy after being changed...

So that's what she did. She put her hand against her butt, and the mess... It just went away. Sure, she still had to go and more slid out, but it went into his diaper just as quickly as it went out of her hole. So she could endure the filth. If only because she had something else that could distract her from it all.

Ben's blissful moment was thoroughly shattered as he caught a whiff of what was in his diaper. And to his shock and horror, he was messy. Not just a little messy. Thanks to the size difference between him and Gwen, the mess that was in his diaper was much bigger than it would normally be. Even though it seemed like he had only just started messing.

How was this possible? How was he able to fill his diaper this quickly and this abruptly? Had he lost all continence? It seemed like he had lost part of it before he passed out, but this... This..!

Tears started to stream down Ben's cheeks again. He really couldn't believe it. If this was as true as he thought it was, then he had truly lost it all. Not only was he dependant on other people taking care of him, but he couldn't even control himself any longer. He was fed by older people, he was changed by them, and his legs... Well, there was no way that he was going to be walking on them any time soon after he had filled his diaper this much.

So what else could he do but just accept it? As his diaper filled up more and more, and even started to sag off the side of the changing table from how much it was being filled, he accepted things as they were. And he started to push a little himself. Just a little.

But a little quickly turned to a lot. All while he started to idly giggle. Because it kinda felt good to push. He didn't know why it felt good. It just did. Maybe it was because he gave up? Maybe it was because he finally realized that there was no fighting against his current self. Maybe it was just all in his head. Either way, he pushed and pushed...

"P-Poopy... Poopy!" He cried out, his tears of fear turning into tears of joy as he pushed and pushed harder than he ever had before. Even though he didn't realize that the poopy gathering in his diaper wasn't his own, he still thought that it was. And as he pushed harder and harder, more and more filled it...

As he pushed harder and harder, eventually it felt like something was trying to push out of his head. He could hear the faintest voice in the back of his mind, telling him to stop. Telling him that he was a big boy. But was he? As far as he could tell, he was just a toddler. He relied on others, he got fed by them, and he made utter messes of his diapers. To him, that meant that he was a toddler. And any good toddler would just push when they needed to go poopy.

"Pooooopy!"

Ben cried out as a bit of drool ran down his chin, all while his diaper pushed out a little too explosively. He didn't know why. He didn't care why. All that he knew was that he still had to go poopy. And so he giggled and pushed more. Even if it made his diapy stink lots. He just liked how it felt to push...

Gwen, on the other hand, had finished her little accident. And she was rewarded by the sight of what she had been working so hard to achieve. Her cousin, completely and utterly broken by his own mess. It was actually a little astonishing to watch. She knew that he would break sooner or later...

But to fill his diaper with his very own big boy thoughts? That was new. And the only reason she could tell that some of the poopy in his diaper was made from those very same thoughts was thanks to her own powers. If she wanted, she could still change things. She could use her powers to push those thoughts back into him and stop him from remaining a toddler mentally...

Why would she do something like that, when she could enjoy the sight of her detestable cousin pooping himself silly? It was truly what she had been waiting for. She just giggled at the sight, as he continued to push and push until there was nothing left inside his bowels. He really had become nothing more than a poopy-enthused stinky little toddler...

And the smile on his face made it clear that Ben couldn't be any happier...

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"Thank you for staying at Little Sunshine! Make sure that you take good care of him from now on, okay?"

"I will, I will! Thanks again for everything, I learned a lot!"

A few days had passed since the two cousins arrived at the daycare while waiting for the effects of the fountain of youth to wear off. And it was time for them to return to the RV, as their Grandpa's regression had probably worn off at this point. Which meant that it was time to get back on the road.

But while he had probably returned, Ben definitely hadn't. That little toddler was snuggling into Gwen's arms, drooling like the absentminded little thing he was. All while shooting a few looks up at Gwen now and then, giggling every time he looked at her.

"It's going to be so much fun taking care of you when you're like this, dweeb." Gwen giggled once they were out of earshot, not even trying to mask her intentions. "Bet you feel pretty dumb for always treating me like I was some kind of geek, huh?"

Ben didn't understand a word that she said. All that he did in response was grunt a little and push. And within seconds, the back of his diaper was already filled up. Not as dramatically as when Gwen had been manipulating him, but definitely enough to the point where he couldn't hide it. Not that he would want to, he was just a toddler doing what he thought was right.

Gwen giggled as she watched him grow nice and stinky, prompting her to boop him on the nose. "That's right. You'll be needing lots of diapers too, my little stinker. So just fill them up, because you'll be depending on them the rest of your life." She made it very clear that she wasn't going to train him. Because the idea of keeping him in diapers forever was far too entertaining.

He still didn't understand. But he just pushed a little more. All while giggling, totally unaware of mostly everything except filling his diaper. The fountain of youth's effect on him had become much more than permanent, totally erasing everything big about him except his messes.

But he didn't care. As long as he could fill his diaper, and as long as somebody took care of him, then it was alright. Because he was just a stupid little toddler that didn't know any better. Of course he didn't need anything more than that.

Thus, Ben Tennyson's life as his cousin's little stinker truly began...