Joe had just gotten offline after talking to some of his friends there. They were really some of the only friends he had, outside of a few at school. He was quite tired that night and wanted to get some sleep. Not that he had anything to look forward to the following day. Tomorrow was his birthday, but his family didn’t have the financial means to have a proper party for him. This year, he wouldn’t even be getting any presents. It was almost like they didn’t even acknowledge his date of birth to begin with. His birthday was one of the loneliest days of his experience. The most he would be getting for his birthday at that point was some gift artworks from his friends at DeviantArt, which was always a very nice gesture, and he always appreciated it very much, treating those artworks like they were real presents. But as nice as they were, and as happy as he was with them, deep down in his heart, he had always longed for something more. Something much, much more, fulfilling a more chronic, intangible desire of his.
Ever since he was as young as 6 or 7, Joe had a very fond attraction of wearing diapers. They were something that at first brought him an unexpected feeling of comfort and innocence at a time when the rest of his life seemed much like torment. The feeling stuck with him, and even though he never got a chance to wear diapers again since age 10, he sought to learn more about these feelings as he got older and had private access to the internet. There, he discovered the ABDL community, an underground group of people that enjoy wearing diapers and acting/being treated like babies. He instantly felt at home among this community, and joined the art division of the community on DeviantArt. But his and others’ artwork was the greatest extension he had to express his inner feelings of youth and innocence he wishes he once had in his dark past.
Joe closed his computer and slumped off to bed, feeling too tired to stand another second awake. He curled up under the covers and hugged his stuffed bunny close to him as he began to doze off. His stuffed bunny, who he had aptly named Bunny, was the oldest and closest friend he’s ever had. Bunny was with him since the very beginning, having served as a present for him when he was a newborn. Even at age 17, he still could never let go of his beloved plushie, and loved it very dearly. As he held Bunny close to him under the covers, he entered his sleep in a melancholy fashion, thinking of the one thing he’s always truly wanted in life, deep down in his heart… a mommy. His experiences with his biological mother, to say the very least, left him chronically longing for a mother who was sweet, kind, caring, supportive, nurturing, pretty much everything the ideal mommy is. Thankfully, his biological mother went away for good one day, and he was left with his father and sister. Yet still, that was all he really wanted deep down inside… to be loved and cared for by what he considered to be a real mommy. That was a desire he often doubted would happen, though, due to how rough his life usually was. He eventually fell completely to sleep… right when she came in.
Outside Joe’s window fluttered a curious and empathetic fairy named Flora. She came from a race of fairies who, after their reproductive stage of leaving their laid fairy eggs behind, were biologically assigned to granting the one greatest wish of a child in need. Each fairy was to choose their child wisely, for only a child pure of heart, living in unjust conditions of any sort, and longing for an innocent wish that would complete their lives and make them happy, could be granted their greatest wish. The wish for such a child could be as simple or as abstract as the natural and moral boundaries state. But most often, the wishes did nothing in regards to the fairies’ lives, and the fairies would eventually wither away and die a natural death, having completed their lives to the fullest. Flora, however, saw a brilliant win-win situation with her and Joe.
Flora had always had a phobia of death for as long as she can remember. She had always privately plotted multiple plans in her head for some way to grant a wish for a child in need and also end up with some sort of path to immortality, or at least an extended lifetime. She had also hated the idea of having to leave behind her eggs and not care for her hatchlings herself. Nevertheless, she abided by the condition, as natural fairy law dictates. Ever since she left her eggs, she had wandered many human civilizations, and in just about every one of them, she saw children and their mommies in a happy and loving bond together. Oh, how she longed for such a bond, to be able to care for a child of her own. She felt that a motherly instinct was a part of her deep down inside… especially the mother of a baby. But still, she also wanted the unique companionship a mother had with an older child, to be able to play and have fun with the child, while still nurturing and guiding the child through their youth. Joe was just the catch for her.
Fairies are able to read a child in need’s greatest wish by listening to their hearts. It’s a very special talent all fairies have, being able to listen to the hearts of children. And she could hear Joe’s kind, caring, and lonely heart crying out its greatest desire quite clearly as he slept. She felt genuinely and heartfeltedly sorry for the poor boy, and knew this is exactly the child whose wish she would grant. And she knew exactly how to save her own life as part of the wish, too. She flew right through Joe’s closed window (fairies have the ability to pass through solid objects at will) and quietly fluttered above him as he slept. She performed a series of complex flight movements that were greatly resembling of interpretive dance and figure skating moves. In fairy terms, these movements were part of the wish-granting sequence, something that isn’t taught to the fairies, but instinctively releases through the fairies’ own expressive movements and patterns. Once she made the final move, gently placing both her tiptoes on Joe’s heart and extending her arms horizontally, a bright yellow flash sprung from the spot she planted her tiptoes on, and fairy dust was everywhere. Even as Joe was asleep, things grew very dark…
It was morning, and the sun brightly shined through Joe’s window. He opened his eyes groggily as the morning sunshine came upon his sleepy state. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, stretched and yawned, expecting like usual to see the same old room, reminding him of his same old dreary life. But this time… things were drastically… and wonderfully… different. His regular-looking room had been miraculously transformed into a bright and colorful nursery. The carpet of the floor beneath him was a bright peach color, and looked very soft to crawl on from the distance Joe was at. His desk and computer remained exactly where they were before, but there was also a toy chest on one side of the room, a closet, a dresser, and even a changing table that looked to be perfect for Joe’s size, stocked plentifully with three packs of diapers total, one of them being a pack of Luvs size 6 and the other two being ABU Cushies packs. One of the Cushies packs was already open. The table was also supplied with wipes, baby powder, and diaper rash cream (just in case). “This all has to be a dream,” Joe thought to himself. “It must be too good to be true-” That’s when he noticed that he wasn’t in his own bed. He was in a giant crib, suited for his measurements. There was an adorable mobile of leaping bunnies up above his head, Bunny was still beside him, and most interestingly of all… he wasn’t dressed in his usual pajamas. He was dressed in a baby blue, fleecy onesie, with a pacifier attached by a ribbon at the side. And underneath the onesie, he felt something very soft… very soothing, very securing, very comforting, very innocent… something very familiar, which he hadn’t felt in about 7 years… Without a doubt, Joe was wearing a diaper underneath his onesie.
Joe blushed quite deeply, but smiled with extreme ecstasy in discovering that the feelings he was feeling and the sights he was seeing were indeed a transparent reality and not a dream. He even bounced a bit in his crib with sheer glee and squealed a tiny bit. He was absolutely astounded all this was happening. At that moment, the door to his nursery opened up, and a very lovely figure stepped inside. She was tall and slender, looking to be in her early 30’s, with fairly sizable breasts, but not so large that it would catch the attention of unwanted onlookers. She had beautiful and long brown hair, emerald green eyes and a cute smile. She was a lightly tanned caucasian lady, dressed in a periwinkle sweater and casual designer jeans. She entered the room and looked endearingly at Joe, beaming at the babied boy. “Good morning, sweetie!”, she said with a bright and wide beam. She leaned inside the crib and gave Joe a kiss on the forehead. “How did my precious little baby boy sleep, hmm?” She smiled in a very sweet manner at Joe, who looked up in utter awe and wonder. “W-wh-who are you?”, he asked timidly. Joe was often quite shy around people. It was part of his nature. “Why, I’m your mommy, silly! I thought you knew that,” she said and ruffled Joe’s hair lightly. Joe looked up at her in further astonishment at what he had heard what she said to him. “My… my mommy?”, he asked with eyes nearly as wide as saucers. At that moment, the lady couldn’t hold up her little ruse much further, and her smile of beaming sweetness turned into another kind of smile, one of confession. “Okay, I know this all must be very surprising to you, Joe. This definitely isn’t the life you’re used to living around here… I will admit, it is much different. But hey, it’s the one you’ve always wanted, right?” She grinned in hopes of seeing a smile out of Joe. He stared at her with further curiosity.
“My name is Flora,” she said. “This was all made possible because I granted your greatest wish in life. See, I’m a fairy.” “A… fairy?”, Joe said with a slightly quieted childlike sense of wonder. “Well, at least I used to be,” Flora said. “Part of granting your wish involved turning myself into a human… into the perfect mommy for you.” She pulled up the rocking chair nearby, took a seat, and proceeded to tell Joe the whole story. She told him about the life cycle and responsibilities of her species of fairy, about her fear of death and longing for motherhood, and how she saw Joe as the perfect child to grant his greatest wish to. As awestruck and spellbinded as Joe was from Flora’s explanation, he still had a couple concerns regarding the people around him. Just as much as he was shy, Joe was as selfless as he could possibly be, and always put others before himself. “But what about my family? And school?”, he asked. “Well, granting your wish had to involve erasing some of their memories and awareness of you, so that no concerns would be brought up on their part regarding your disappearance. It’s as if, to them, you went away to live with a new mother once your biological one left. There’s no need to worry about them, sweetie,” she said with a reassuring smile, gently brushing Joe’s cheek with her soft hand. “They’ll be just fine, with our without you around with them.” Joe weakly smiled in agreement and nodded his head. “As for school,” Flora continued, “as part of your wish, your reality is altered so that instead of the school you went to before the wish was granted, you’ll be going to a private school for the creative arts and gifted children.” Flora’s smile extended further, as did Joe’s bewildered eyes. “That’s where you’ll be broadening your experiences in your two greatest creative talents, cartooning and cooking. There’s plenty other fun artistic courses for you to take, as well as your mandatory required classes, like math, English and science. They’ve got really nice, encouraging and helpful teachers, a healthy and caring environment, and the kids there are all very open-minded and friendly. If any of them were to find out about your diapers, they wouldn’t think of you any differently. In fact, that would most likely entice their curiosity and make them want to get to know you more!”
Joe was absolutely astounded and overwhelmed by all that he was hearing and seeing. About all his greatest hopes and dreams had come true right before his eyes. Sheer happiness at its absolute highest peak was swelling inside him, and he couldn’t contain it anymore. His meek smile wriggled up into a wider one, and he began to cry tears of joy. “Aaaaawwww, c’mere, baby…”, Flora said, and she picked Joe up out of his crib and into her arms, cradling him back and forth. Yes, she was physically able to hold up a 17-year-old boy as if he were a small infant. Her physical ability had been enhanced as part of the wish’s abstract effect. Besides, Joe didn’t weigh that much to begin with. He was small for his age. Joe weeped and tightly hugged Flora close to him as she held him in her arms. As she cradled Joe softly back and forth, she sang a familiar lullaby that Joe had heard before… one that, beforehand, made him wish he had a loving and caring mommy like Flora… Disney’s classic Dumbo song, “Baby Mine”.
“Baby mine, don’t you cry…
Baby mine, dry your eyes…
Rest your head close to my heart…
Never to part… baby of mine.”
Joe sobbed with such a unique sense of emotion he had never experienced before. He had finally gotten the sweet and loving mommy he had always wanted, and when he least expected it, too. In that moment, he felt all the misery, anguish and fear of the life he lived previously just melt away, escape through his tears and evaporate into thin air, never to torment another soul again. All that while, Flora held Joe gently but close in her arms, blissfully cradling him and patting his back softly. Joe happily cried all he could, and eventually settled down and sniffled, looking up at Flora with a childlike endearance. Flora wiped his tears off his face with the sleeve of her sweater, and he hugged her further. “I wuv you, mommy…”, he said in a joyful and clearly infantile tone. “I love you too, my little Jo-Jo,” Flora replied, her soothing, motherly voice as sweet as honey to Joe. They snuggled for a good few minutes more, so that Joe could get all his overwhelming emotions out of him. Soon enough, Joe smiled at Flora with the most genuine happiness he’d felt in a very long time. “Do you feel better now, sweetie?”, Flora asked him. “Yush I do, mommy,” he replied in his adorably puerile baby-voice. “Good,” she said with a light grin. She then carried him over to the changing table and carefully set him down on the soft, plastic-backed pad upon the table.
“Now, let’s get your diaper changed, okay? You must have wet overnight…” said Flora as she undid the buttons on Joe’s onesie crotch. Joe was a teeny bit shocked to hear a statement like that. Did he actually wet himself unconsciously overnight? Much to his surprise, he saw his diaper to be clearly saturated in a familiar yellowish color once the onesie was removed, leaving him only wearing his wet diaper whilst lying upon the changing table. He blushed a deep red but also smiled a little. He was surely embarrassed over finding out that he unconsciously peed his diaper while he was sleeping, but he also felt good that he’d done so. He hadn’t actually used a diaper in about 7 years… Flora untaped his wet diaper, properly wrapped it up, and tossed it into the nearby diaper pail. Joe was definitely a lot more embarrassed about being seen naked by a grown woman than he was over wetting his diaper. He blushed as red as a bloody beet and nervously crossed his legs to try and cover up his private areas. “Oh, don’t you worry, sweetie,” Flora reassured him. “I’m used to seeing your peepee by now. It doesn’t bother me…” She playfully ruffled his hair, which incidentally made him giggle a little bit. He eased up and spread his legs a little more. Flora got out a baby wipe and began to wipe up his areas. Joe shivered a bit from how cold and damp the wipes felt pressed against his sensitive private skin. After he was all wiped up, Flora applied a liberal dose of baby powder to Joe’s areas, and also his bottom. The powder felt very nice when it was laced on Joe’s lower regions, and he made a small little smile, feeling quite comforted.
“So, what kind of diaper do you wanna wear today, my little snuggle-bunny?”, Flora sweetly asked. She tickled Joe’s tummy a little bit. Joe giggled adorably, wiggling his legs a little during the tickle, and replied, “Wuvs size 6 pwease, mommy.” Flora nodded with a smile and reached down to open up the pack of Luvs size 6 baby diapers. She slipped one out of the diapers, unfolded it and slid it under Joe’s powdered bottom. Even at age 17, Joe’s waist was still small enough to fit into the largest size baby diapers there are. More adult-sized ABDL diapers fit him okay, but were often a little bit big on him. He liked the baby diapers the best, since they fit him so well (especially his curves), looked the cutest, had an amazing scent and felt the best out of all other diapers he had tried before. Flora pulled the front of the diaper over Joe’s crotch and stretched the tapes over by just a little bit, taping them in place. “There we go, all done!”, she said as she beamed in success of changing Joe’s diaper. “Yay!”, Joe said happily, and sat up on the changing table in the same spot he lay on.
“So,” Flora said as she walked over to Joe’s closet, “We both know that today’s a very special day for you, Joe, so you can pick out any t-shirt you want today!” “Oh yeah, it’s my birfday!”, Joe exclaimed with excitement, bouncing a little bit as he sat up on the table, wearing only his fresh Luvs diaper. “That’s right! My little baby boy turns 18 today! Oh, I’m so proud of you, Jo-Jo!”, she cooed and squeezed Joe’s cheeks a little bit. Joe blushed and giggled a bit. “So which shirt will it be today, little buddy?”, she asked him curiously. Joe thought a little bit before answering. “I’ll have my blue one with my cookie cutie mark on it!”, he answered. “Okeydokey-Loki! That it is, then!”, Flora replied, and got that shirt out of Joe’s closet. “Arms up, please,” she told Joe, and he lifted up his arms for her. She slipped the shirt over Joe’s arms and head, picked him up and set him down on the floor. “Oh, something I should mention about your new life here,” she said as she kneeled down to his level, “is that you can walk or crawl around the house anytime you want!” “Yaaaayyy!”, Joe happily exclaimed as he sat on the carpet before his new mommy. “I think I’ll crawl today, mommy,” he said. “That’s fine with me, sugarplum,” Flora replied, standing up and patting Joe on the head. “I’m going to make you a special birthday breakfast this morning, so you have plenty of time meanwhile to play with your toys, okay?” “Otay mommy!”, Joe babyishly replied with a tone of glee. “Good baby,” Flora said with a smile, and kissed Joe’s forehead. “Mommy loves you, sweetie,” she said before walking out of the nursery and downstairs into the kitchen. Joe felt warm and wonderful when she said that. He wanted to reply back that he loves her too, but she had already gone downstairs to make his special birthday breakfast. He didn’t worry too much over it, though. He had as much time as he wanted with her to tell her that, now that his life had been miraculously transformed.
He crawled over to his toy chest and opened it up to see what kind of toys he had in there. When he looked inside, he saw all sorts of cool and wonderful toys pertaining to his interests, including lots of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic toys and plushies, Batman toys and action figures, Pokemon toys and plushies, and even a few Adventure Time toys. His eyes widened at the amazing assortment of toys set before him. Being in a snuggly mood from having received so much love from his new mommy, he pulled out an Applejack plushie and snuggled it for a good while. Applejack was his favorite pony out of the “mane” 6 ponies of the show. After snuggling with Applejack a little bit, he pulled out the Fluttershy plushie he had in there and started playing with the two. He imagined and played out a little scenario where Applejack came over to Fluttershy’s cottage to help her round up some runaway bunnies. Right when Applejack had rounded up all the bunnies and Fluttershy invited her in for a snack, Flora called up to him from downstairs. “Joe, breakfast is ready!” “Otay mommy!”, he called down, setting aside his pony plushies and crawling down the stairs, laden with carpeting just as soft as was in his nursery.
The house around him was painted and decorated in aesthetically calming colors, like light blue and lavender, and even a few mint greens here and there. A very suitable environment for a mommy and her baby. It wasn’t laden with too many fragile valuables, though, in consideration to a baby being around the house. After Joe had crawled down the stairs and looked around at the pleasant and soothing surroundings of his new home, he sat down outside the tile-floor kitchen openly connected to the living room. He knees felt too comfortable on the soft carpet to transition onto a harder, colder, and more solid surface. He wanted his mommy to pick him up and carry him to the table. And he didn’t even have to ask, too. She came up to him and picked him up in her arms. “Hi there, honey bunches!”, she said cheerily as she carried him over to the table. “I’ve made something very special for you this morning…” “Oooh! What is it, mommy?”, Joe asked with a piqued curiosity. Flora sat him down into a specially fitted high chair that was just his size and buckled in the tray. “Chocolate chip waffles!”, she announced, and set a plate of two stacked, syrup-coated chocolate chip waffles, freshly made from a homemade batch. Both Joe’s eyes and his smile widened eagerly. His favorite kind of breakfast was waffles, but he never had them this special before. Flora tied an adorable bunny-themed bib around his neck and sliced a small forkful of waffles to feed to Joe. “Open wide! Here comes the choo-choo train!”, she said, and coaxed the forkful towards the teen baby’s mouth. Joe promptly clamped his mouth around the forkful and ate the waffle portion in a specially fresh savoring. They were heavenly delicious, and he enjoyed every bite that was fed to him. He thought to himself that Flora was much more an angel than she was a fairy.
After all the waffles were eaten up, Flora fed Joe a baby bottle filled with apple juice. Joe happily suckled on the nipple of the bottle and soon enough drank down every last drop of the delicious fruit nectar. Flora cleaned up Joe’s face with a portion of his bib that hadn’t gotten messy and lifted him up out of the high chair. She carried him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. She gently held his head over her shoulder and repeatedly pat his back in a fluid motion. Joe burped after a good amount of pats and blushed very deeply. Flora giggled a bit from his reaction to burping so suddenly and sat him down beside her. “Tankies so much for bweakfast, mommy! Dose were da yummiest waffwes I ever had!”, Joe sweetly exclaimed and hugged his mommy close to him. His Luvs diaper crinkled a bit as he hugged her. “Aaaawwww,” Flora replied, quite flattered by how much Joe loved her waffles. “You’re very welcome, my baby…” They hugged for a good few minutes, then Flora looked at Joe. “Now, I’m going to set up the backyard for your birthday party today, okay? I’d like you to be a good baby and stay inside, so you don’t spoil the surprise. You can watch TV, play with your toys, play video games, draw, be on your computer, anything that will keep you occupied until the party’s ready. That sound good, sweetie?” Joe had already gotten super-excited from the sound of hearing that a birthday party was going to happen in his backyard. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!!!”, he exclaimed, bouncing on his diapered rear up and down on the couch, just barely able to contain his excitement. Flora giggled at how happy he looked. “Who’s coming to my party, mommy?”, Joe asked. “Why, only your best and closest friends, of course!”, Flora responded. “Darby will be there, and so will Jeni, Eion, Te Ron, and even some of your online friends, like Squeakie, Bravery, Blaine, Tux and Shaney!” Joe’s eyes and smile lit up like a skyscraper-tall Christmas tree. He immediately gave his mommy a big squeezy hug and squealed into her tummy like it were a pillow. He was overwhelmingly ecstatic, and that wasn’t a feeling he felt all too often in his once-normally shy and quieted life. He couldn’t wait to see all of his greatest friends together at his birthday party. It was like he struck gold in an unlikely mine.
Flora hugged him close as he hugged her, and saw that he was even crying tears of joy again. They hugged for a good few minutes so that Joe could vent his emotions. Soon enough. he calmed down and smiled at his mommy. Then an important question hit him. “But wait,” he said to Flora. “How’s Shaney and Squeakie and my other online friends gonna come? Don’t they live very far away?” “Well,” Flora explained, “as you know, your wish was quite an abstract one, and my plans for your birthday party made it a tad more abstract than it would have been standing alone. So, because of that little extension of fairy magic, your online friends have been mentally notified of the party, and were given temporary clones to take their place during the party. They’ll get transported to the front of our house when the party’s ready to start!” “Oh boy!!”, Joe squeaked excitedly. “And they’ll get transported back once the party’s over, mommy?” “Yes, sweetie, that’s just how it’s going to work,” Flora confirmed with a smiling nod. Joe hugged his mommy once more and looked up at her while he hugged her. “You’re the best mommy I’ve ever had…”, he cooed as he looked up at her with endearing, affectionate eyes. Flora smiled sweetly, clearly touched by his loving compliment. “Why, thank you, snuggle-bunny,” she said, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “But don’t thank me all at once now. We still have a big party for you today!” She grinned enticingly and ruffled Joe’s hair. “You’ll be a good baby and stay inside for mommy, right?” “I will, mommy,” Joe gleefully replied. “That’s a good little boy,” Flora said with a giggle. She gave Joe a quick hug and kiss before standing up. “Love you, my baby!”, she said as she walked out the back door. “I wuv you too, mommy!”, Joe sweetly called to her, right before she was out the door. He felt good for having gotten that reply in this time.
Joe decided he wanted Bunny with him for his pre-party playtime, so he got up off the couch and crawled upstairs back into his nursery really quick and got Bunny out of his crib. He carried his beloved plushie close in his arms back down to the living room. Once back downstairs, he got comfy on the plush couch and turned on the TV to the Hub Network. Lucky for him, a couple of his favorite shows was on, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Batman: The Animated Series. He enjoyed the little marathon with Bunny close in his arms, enjoying his stories with his special friend. After he had watched a good portion of the shows on, he decided he wanted to play with his toys upstairs again, and crawled upstairs with Bunny alongside him. He got out some of his pony toys inside the toy chest and imagined little adventures for the mane 6 that occurred both within the borders of Ponyville and beyond, too. Joe felt so liberated being able to play with so many pony toys. Back in his old life, his family didn’t take very kindly to the idea of bronies, so he had to keep it a closeted secret, and had very little merchandise based on the show. He was still able to watch the episodes online then, and even had a pony OC based on himself on DeviantArt. The internet was a wonderful window of ventilation for his interests in the show. Now that he had a new life, he could express his love of the candy-colored pony phenomenon without any fear.
Joe played for a solid 40 minutes until he felt something down in his lower regions. It seemed the apple juice from earlier had caught up to his bladder. Surely, considering the bountiful supply of diapers on hand, he had to use the one he was wearing. But he was still worried. It was a Luvs diaper, after all. Even if it did fit him perfectly well, would it be very absorbent? What if it leaked? His questions kept him distracted from his bladder for a long enough period for him to unknowingly release it before he could hold it back in again. He blushed extremely deep and held his crotch in a futile attempt to stop the release flow. He was too late, though. He had already completely wet his diaper. Miraculously, the diaper didn’t leak a single drop. But it was still soaked to the brim, and he was worried about using it any further. He also felt a tad uncomfortable with how unusually wet he was this time. On any other day, he would’ve been happy in the warmth of a wet diaper, but since this one was flooded to its maximum, the urine’s moisture was a bit too uncomfortable against his skin. He didn’t like this feeling one bit. Giving into his babyish instincts, he began crying out loud to express his discomfort.
Fortunately, Flora was inside the house at that moment, looking for more balloons to inflate for the backyard. She heard Joe crying and immediately ran upstairs to his nursery. “Oh goodness, my poor baby!”, she exclaimed with shock. She knelt down beside Joe and put a reassuring hand to his shoulder. “Are you okay, little Joey? Did you hurt yourself?” Joe immediately felt calmer from his mommy’s hand upon his shoulder. It was quite a magical-feeling touch, and it pacified him enough to tell her what was wrong. “I… I-I went pee-pee in my d-diapie… and it’s r-really wet… I don’t wike it, mommy…”, he said as his eyes began to water with tears again. Flora picked him up in her arms and softly cradled him to calm him down. “Ssssssshhhhhhh…”, she whispered soothingly. It felt amazingly calming for Joe and got him to calm down within just a few minutes. He felt so at peace that he could fall asleep at any minute. “I’m glad you let me know about it, sweetie. Thank you for telling me,” she said, and she walked just a few steps to carry him to the changing table. She gently lay him down upon it and untaped the soaked baby diaper, wrapping it up and throwing it away in the diaper pail. She got out a few baby wipes and wiped up Joe’s wettened areas. Joe didn’t shiver from the wipes this time. They felt cool on his skin like cold water would on a hot summer day. He felt so clean after he had been cleaned up from being so wet down below. Flora then powdered his areas and bottom. He smiled cutely, feeling clean and fresh from being wiped and powdered.
Flora reached under the table and pulled out an ABU Cushie diaper from the open pack below. “I think it would be a good idea to put you in a Cushie for the rest of the day, sweetie. I know you like your Luvs better, but we don’t want any more potential leaks today, do we?” “Nuh-uh,” Joe replied in agreement. Flora nodded. “Good baby,” she cooed encouragingly, and opened up the Cushie, sliding it under Joe’s bottom. She folded the front over his crotch and taped the single tapes on each side in place. Joe made a small smile looking at the cute and colorful prints of his ABDL-oriented diaper. Flora gave him an eskimo kiss before picking him up and setting him back down on the nursery floor. “We have just about an hour or two before the party starts, so you have until then to continue playing, okay?”, she told him. “Otay mommy,” he chirped. She smiled and set him back down on the soft carpet floor. She knelt down and kissed his forehead. “Love ya, baby boo,” she said with an affectionate smile. “Wuv you too, mommy,” Joe replied while Flora was still there. She smiled further and got up to go back downstairs to prepare for the rest of the party.
Joe played with his pony toys a little while longer before getting curious about what was going on with his online friends. He got up and sat down at his computer desk to check his inbox on DeviantArt, finding artworks from his regular watch, artworks given to him in celebration of his birthday, and plenty of “Happy Birthday” messages from his closest friends and random strangers alike. He smiled in blissful contentment, feeling complete inside. Knowing he was loved just as equally, and in copious amounts, in both his new life and his online life brought him a heavenly euphoria he never knew existed before by experience. He took his time to respond to the messages and chat with some of his friends, who he knew he would see at his party very soon. Before long, right after his friends told him through the internet that they were about to go for his party, he closed his computer and got up out of his chair. He held Bunny in his arms and toddled downstairs, eager to greet his guests soon to come.
Flora had just finished preparing the party outside, and came inside to find Joe sitting in front of the front door and staring at it in anticipation. She giggled and walked over to him, sitting down next to him. “Waiting for your guests, Joe?”, she asked in a playfully facetious manner, knowing the answer was obvious enough. “Mhmm!”, he responded. “I’m super-duper excited, mommy! I don’t think I’ve had a party like this before ever!” Flora smiled at him in a way that looked sweet, but under the surface, she was feeling so much sympathy and pity for how much he had to suffer in his old life. She hugged her big baby boy very close to her and kissed his cheeks out of instinctive affection. “I have a feeling it’s going to be the best one you’ve ever had, Jo-Jo!” she said to him with intent of brightening his mood further. Surely, it worked, as Joe hugged his mommy with squeally glee. The doorbell rang at that moment, and both Joe and Flora got up to answer the door. Flora opened it, and at the front door was Joe’s best friend from school, Darby! She was carrying a present with her and joyfully waved “hi” to Joe. Joe was very happy to see her show up, and promptly hugged her upon her arrival. Darby noticed that Joe was clearly diapered in front of her, and she giggled a little bit. “Gee, Joe, you really do look cute in diapers!”, she complimented him. Joe blushed and shyly smiled. “Thanks, Darby…”, he said softly in return. Flora led them both to the backyard to show them what was in store for the party. And boy, was there a lot in store!
Their backyard was large enough to harbor a party of such following details as these, about 25 square yards. There was a rented bounce house-slide inflatable complex shaped like a castle in the left corner, two decorated tables, one for cake and food and the other for presents, an inflatable ball pit in the right corner, and lots of large, bouncy balls with handles for Joe and his friends to ride on. Joe was especially ecstatic at the sight of the inflatables, and instantly wanted to bounce around in the bounce house. “Go on and play, you two,” Flora coaxed sweetly. “The other guests will be here soon to join you two!” “Yaaaaayyyy!!”, Joe exclaimed, and he and Darby ran over to the bounce house. They bounced inside for a good while as more guests soon came in and joined them, including Jeni, Eion and Te Ron. Each guest to come placed their present for Joe on the present table before joining him in the backyard merriment. They shifted infrequently from the bounce house to the slide to the ball pit, depending on what their mood of fun was pointing to. Soon enough, the party became a full house, and in came Joe’s online friends, just as Flora had promised! These friends consisted of Squeakie, Blaine, Bravery, Tux and Shaney! To make the situation even more special, all his online friends arrived wearing diapers as clearly as Joe was wearing his, except for Tux and Bravery, who was more of caretakers than ABDLs themselves. Shaney had brought over his own stuffed bunny, named Benny, so that he could play with both Joe and Bunny on a more equal level. Squeakie brought her stuffed animal also, her fox plushie, Mr. Bushytail. They all joined in on the party outside, and were having lots of fun for about an hour.
After that duration, Flora came out with four boxes of pizza, 3 2-liter bottles of assorted sodas, paper plates, napkins, plastic sporks, 2 bags of potato chips, and a large basket of chocolate chip cookies. She set up everything on the food table in a neat and orderly fashion, and called out to the partygoers. “Okay, everyone! Dinner’s ready! Pizza!” The minute the group of teens and teen babies heard the word “pizza”, they all scrambled ambitiously over to the food table and took a spot at it. Joe sat at the long end of the table, holding the special spot as the birthday boy. Flora served Joe his portion of pizza and snacks first, since it was his special day, according to his liking. She then did the same with each party guest, making sure everyone got an equal portion according to what they each wanted. The guests talked amongst each other about many things, some of them including how much fun they had on the inflatables. Joe’s real-life friends said they hadn’t had that much fun in ages, and really felt like kids again. Joe felt very elated and gleeful inside to see that all his friends were having so much fun at his party. It made him happy to see others happy. After everyone was finished with their pizza and snacks, Flora slowly came out the back door carrying a large, decorative cake, with 18 small candles circling the brim on the top and the words “Happy 18th Birthday, Joe!” written in intricate and remarkable cursive on top. As Flora began singing the birthday song to her baby boy, the rest of the guests joined in.
“Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Joe,
Happy Birthday to you!”
The guests all clapped their hands and cheered in Joe’s honor. Joe was smiling widely, staring at his cake, feeling overwhelmed with happiness. Flora knelt beside him and looked at him. “Well, sweetie?”, she asked curiously, “Aren’t you going to blow out the candles and make a wish?” Joe looked up at his mommy with a face that just spoke all the overflowing jubilation he was feeling, inside and out. “You already granted my greatest wish, mommy…”, he said in weary euphoria, and his eyes started to water a bit again. Flora smiled in sweet empathy and hugged him very close. Most of the guests “aaawww”ed at the heartwarming scene before them, all of them showing their endearment for the precious bond between the two. After the hug, Joe blew out all the candles, and the guests applauded him for it. Flora extracted each little candle from the cake and cut it into equal pieces for everyone, serving Joe the first piece of his choice. After serving everyone their slices of cake, Flora quickly went inside and came out with a tub of vanilla bean ice cream, scoop intact, and served a couple scoops to each person to go with their cake. For Joe, such a dessert had never been sweeter.
The guests had finished their cake and ice cream faster than they did their pizza and snacks. Not only was it so delicious and savory, but they also all wanted to give Joe their presents to him. And sure enough, that time had come. “Okay everyone, let’s go over to the present table!”, Flora announced, and everyone excitedly did so. Joe seated himself in the largest seat over at that table, for clearest of reasons. His first present was from Darby. He opened the wrapping to see that it was a Funko brand My Little Pony vinyl figure of Derpy Hooves! “Wow, you actually got it for me, Darby!”, Joe said with surprised excitement and wide eyes. “Of course I did, Joe,” Darby said. “I told you I would, right?” “Oh, Darby…”, Joe said emotionally, and hugged Darby very close. “Thank you SO much!” Darby kindly hugged him back and responded, “You’re welcome. What are friends for?” Many more presents from each guest followed from there, including some cute new footie pajamas from Squeakie, an alicorn Twilight Sparkle toy from Blaine, and a Lego Batman playset from Shaney. Joe was more than elated from everything he had received, and was grateful for it all to the deepest depths of his core.
A little while after Joe had opened his last present and gave a hearty thank-you to all his guests for their kindness, Flora stood up and spoke to everyone. “Alright everyone, we still have some time left for you all to play on the inflatables before the party ends, but first, do any of the babies here need a diaper change?” Squeakie, Blaine and Shaney raised their hands upon the question’s proposal. Flora checked the three teen babies’ diapers to see how much they needed such a change. Shaney was pretty wet in the front, Blaine was just a little bit wet (though the diaper he was wearing wasn’t very absorbent, so that little bit equated to needing a change), and Squeakie was both wet and messy, in quite the proportion, too. “Squeakie, you’re messier than I thought!”, remarked Flora playfully. “You’ve clearly used your diaper’s backside more than once. And you didn’t think of asking for a change earlier? Such a silly little girl,” she said with a chuckle, and ruffled Squeakie’s hair. Squeakie blushed and giggled. “I’m sorry, Ms. Flora, I was just having too much fun to want to change,” said Squeakie. Joe was touched upon hearing Squeakie’s generous compliment to how fun his party was. Flora smiled at Squeakie. “It’s okay, darling. I understand.” She then turned back to Joe and asked him, “Are you sure you don’t need a change, pumpkin?” “I’m sure, mommy. Tanks for off’wing…”, Joe said shyly. “Okay, sweetie, if you’re sure,” said his mommy, who knelt down and sweetly kissed his cheek. She got back up and looked back at the teen babies in need of diaper changes. “As for you three, follow me into the house. I’ll change you all inside,” she said as she opened the door and led them in. They followed her inside, and Joe spent the rest of the time talking amongst his guests while they all waited for the other 3 to return from their diaper changes.
Soon enough, they did return, all changed into ABU Cushies, and all enjoying them very much. Shaney looked to be the happiest wearing his Cushie of the three. “Okay everyone, the backyard’s all yours again!”, Flora announced, and everyone excitedly got back up and went to play on the inflatables again. They had a wonderful time running around, bouncing, sliding, and swimming through plastic, colorful balls. It was such joyous fun for them all, but later on, the sun began to set and 6:30 had arrived. “Hey everyone, sorry to be a killjoy here, but I’m afraid the party’s over. Sorry…”, Flora told them apologetically. The guests were initially upset that it had to end so soon, but noticing the setting sun, as well as remembering the fact that their clones wouldn’t last much longer without them around, they got up and began to leave. But not before saying goodbye to Joe and thanking him for inviting them to his party. The amounts of praise he heard from there ranged from “It was the funnest party I’ve ever been to!” to “I really hope you invite me to your party next year, buddy! I had tons of fun!”, among many others. Joe said his goodbyes as his real-life friends went back to their respective homes and his online friends went back to where they live through the open portals set by Flora’s remaining fairy magic. After every guest had left, Joe sat down and yawned. “Aaaawww, is my baby boy tired and tuckered out from his big, fun party?”, cooed Flora as she gently picked him up in her arms. “Mhmm…”, Joe softly mumbled as he tiredly hugged his mommy while in her arms. It was almost unbelievable to him that he was so tired so early in the evening.
“Would you like to go beddy-bye, sweetie?”, Flora asked him. Joe, at first, didn’t want to go to bed so early in the day, but he was feeling awfully tired and could fall asleep at any minute, so he figured he’d rather go to sleep in his nice, comfy crib. “Yes pwease, mommy,” he said, positive in his decision. “Alright, munchkin. But we need to give you a bath first. You must be awful sweaty from running around and playing with your friends so much,” Flora told him as she carried him upstairs. Joe nodded in agreement, noticing that he smelled a little bit sweaty himself. Flora had walked all the way upstairs with Joe in her arms and opened the door to his nursery, setting him down on the floor. “Just wait here a moment while I get the tub ready, okay snuggle-bunny?” “Otay mommy,” Joe replied sleepily. Flora smiled and nodded, and she left the nursery for a while. During her absence, Joe snuggled his pony plushies a little bit, feeling a bit too tired for actual play with his toys. Flora returned a few minutes later and knelt down to Joe’s level. “Okay, baby-boo, your bath is ready!”, she said cheerily. Joe reached up for her to pick him up, and she did so, carrying him into the bathroom, which had a basket full of bath toys in the corner closest to the bathtub, which was sufficiently full with warm water and plentifully loaded with bubbles. Flora sat Joe down on the closed toilet seat and slipped off his shirt for him. “Stand up, please,” she told him, and when he did so, she untaped his diaper, which was still clean, and set it aside on the sink counter. Joe was blushing very deeply, even though Flora said before that she isn’t bothered by his nudity. He slowly climbed into the tub, being careful not to splash or spill any water, and comfortably sank into the warmth it provided. The tub, quite conveniently, was just his size.
Flora then took off her sweater, folded it up, and set it beside Joe’s diaper. Joe blushed even more upon seeing her topless, even though she did have a grape-violet bra on. Flora took notice of that and reassured her teen baby. “Oh, don’t worry about mommy’s top, baby. I just don’t want to get my sweater wet…” Joe smiled very slightly and nodded, blushing less now that he knew she had an innocent reason for taking off her sweater. Flora spent about 25 to 30 minutes cleaning up and playing with her adoptive child, gently and soothingly washing his hair and body parts. They both had quite some fun with the bubbles and toys in between washings. Once Joe was all cleaned up and the bubbles had dissipated into the bathwater, Flora started draining the tub and waited for all the water to go down before helping Joe out of the tub and drying him off head to toe. “You’re such a good baby, Joe,” Flora told her little boy happily. “You weren’t any fuss or trouble at all in the tub, or anytime else, too! I should know, too, since before I met you, I saw even the sweetest of children get a little bit fussy with their mommies sometimes.” “Mhmm… I don’t wike being a fuss. I don’t wanna make any twouble…”, Joe said, getting more accustomed to his babyish voice around his new mommy. “Oh, you’re such an angel, sweetie…”, Flora softly praised, and kissed him on the forehead. Once she had dried him all off, she picked up her naked little boy and carried him back into his nursery, setting him down on his changing table. “Wait here, honey. I need to get your diaper and my sweater,” she said, and she left for just a few seconds, coming right back in with her sweater back on and Joe’s diaper in hand. She slid it under his bottom, applied a bit more baby powder to it for him, and taped it back in place. As he lay there on the changing table, Joe looked out the window to see that the sun had set fully a little while ago, and it was lightly dark out.
“What pajamas would you like tonight?”, Flora asked him. “There’s lots to choose from! Let me show you…” She pulled out the bottom drawer of his dresser and showed him a couple pairs of his footie pajamas, one yellow with little black Batman symbols on it, and the other light orange with Applejack prints. He instantly knew his choice out of the two. “I want the Applejack one, pwease, mommy!”, he told her excitedly, still considerably sleepy. Flora grinned and nodded. “Applejack it is!”, she chirped, and she slid Joe’s legs through it and snapped it in place. She then picked Joe back up and gently placed him in his crib, tucking him in and placing his paci inside his mouth. He blissfully sucked on it and looked up at her with adorable, loving, and sleepy eyes. Flora smiled endearingly at Joe’s expression and asked him, “Is there anything else you need before you go off to sleep, honey bunches?” Joe looked around the crib to see if there was anything else he did need before sleeping. Then he noticed that something very significant was missing, not by his side, like it usually should be. His eyes widened and he began to panic.
“Bunny!”, he exclaimed worriedly. “Where’s Bunny, mommy??” He looked around his crib quite frantically. “Calm down, sweetie!”, Flora said reassuringly, softly petting Joe’s hair to soothe him. “You probably left him downstairs, from after the party. I’ll go bring him up to you, okay?” “Otay, mommy!”, Joe said happily, feeling glad that Bunny was alright and that his mommy was going to get him back to him. Flora got up and was gone for just about a minute or less, and came back in holding Joe’s beloved bestest friend since birth. “Bunny!”, he said in joyful resolution. Flora smiled and handed Bunny to Joe. Joe squeezie hugged Bunny and snuggled with the stuffed rabbit for a good few seconds before looking back up at Flora again. “Mommy, this was the best birthday I ever had… maybe even the best day I ever had!”, he said elatedly. “And you’re the bestest mommy any baby could ask for… You came in and gave me the life I always wanted out of pure kindness. You gave me love so close and personal that I could only dream of it before I met you… and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for me today. Besides my bestest friends, you’re the kindest, sweetest, most loving, most generous, most understanding, all-around bestestest mommy in the whole universe…” Joe was swelling up with tears once more, and so was Flora this time. She leaned in and picked him up out of the crib. As she held him in her arms, she sat down in the rocking chair and gently rocked to and fro in the chair. The swaying soothed Joe very much, yet he still cried from overwhelming happiness, as did Flora. They cried happily together for a good few minutes before Joe sniffled and looked up at Flora. “Will the rest of my life always be like this, mommy? With my baby stuff, and you to take care of me?”, he asked with much curiosity. “Of course it will, sweetie,” Flora assured her teen baby boy. “And it always will for as long as you want it to. I don’t care how physically old you get, you’re never too old to give up being my adorable, sweet wittle baby boy.”
That was all the confirmation Joe needed. He attempted to squeezie hug his mommy with what little energy he had left, being so tired and all, and looked up at her very sweetly. “I wuv you, mommy…”, he said with genuine kindness and adorableness. Flora gave him a sweet kiss on the forehead and looked him in the eye with kindness meeting his. “I love you too,” Flora softly replied, “my sweet little baby boy.” The two snuggled for about a minute more before Flora gently placed Joe back in his crib. Joe hugged Bunny close to him and blissfully sucked on his paci as Flora tucked him under the covers. She turned on his night-light, turned out the main light, and walked back over to his crib. “Would you like a lullaby before you set sail for dreamland, sugarcube?”, she asked him. Joe looked up at her with a hint of confidence in himself. “Sing Baby Mine, pwease. That song don’t make me sad anymowe,” he said to her. “It makes me happy now.” He didn’t need to explain why, either. It was a gut feeling both of them shared. Flora smiled and nodded, beginning the song from memory.
“Baby mine, don’t you cry…
Baby mine, dry your eyes…
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine...
Little one, when you play…
Pay no heed what they say…
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
Never to tear, baby of mine…”
Flora hummed the interlude as she saw Joe peacefully sucking his paci and snuggling Bunny in such a way that a real baby would. It was enough to bring a few tears to her own eyes, if only a small few. Once she finished humming the interlude, she sang the remaining lyrics.
“From your head to your toes…
You’re not much, goodness knows…
But you're so precious to me...
Sweet as can be…
… Baby of mine.”
Joe’s eyes were blissfully closed in entering a blissful sleep as he hugged Bunny close and sucked on his paci. Flora leaned in and kissed Joe on the head and whispered to him, “Goodnight, Jo-Jo. I love you.” “I wuv you too, mommy,” Joe mumbled sleepily through his paci, “fowevew and evew…” He drifted off into a tranquil and beautiful sleep, looking as cute as can be. Flora smiled and quietly walked out the nursery, closing the door very carefully on her way out.
For the first time in his life, Joe had felt a happiness so genuine and grandiose of scale that it seemed to melt away his dark and terrible past. All the abuse, all the fear, all the horrible terror and tragedy… all of it was nothing more. It’s as if it no longer existed. The happiness Flora had brought him was so powerful, he felt that the only sort of life he knew to have experienced was the new one set before him, guaranteed to endure for as long as his heart’s desire willed it to. He felt, inside and out…
Author’s Message: This is my present to you for your 18th birthday, Joe. And not only that, it’s my hope and dream for you. For you to have the life you’ve always wanted, for you to be as happy as you can possibly be. I hope this story I’ve written for you has met all your dreams’ expectations, and hopefully more. In the purest terms friendship can describe…
… I wuv you, buddy. And I’ll always be here for you.
Love, hugs and crinkles,
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