Changing Ages

By Ozzie Kit Skunk

It was Thursday in the surmelle house hold. Twenty-three-year old Pan sighed as he helped decorate the living room for his little brother's birthday. Like all surmelle, he had rat-like features and a weasel-like body, but also had a furry nub for a tail and a skin pouch around his belly. He had yellow body fur and dark gray fur on his fore arms and calves, a large tuft of brown hair atop his head, and a small pink nose. He had one green eye and one violet eye, and today he wore a green shirt and blue shorts. Though he was twenty three, he still lived at home with his parents, mostly because he couldn't find a steady job, but also because he was commuting to college just outside of town. Secretly, he hated getting older because it meant more responsibilities and expectations. His little brother Popcorn was turning four today, but was currently in his room playing. He had been jealous of his little brother getting all of the attention and being praised for the smallest of things, like using the toilet or drinking from a cup. Life had just begun for him, but for Pan it had become a hard and boring experience. He was at least thankful that he had a girlfriend, a surmelle with pink fur named Muffin. She had white and gray fur, and long black hair, and was dressed in a short, green skirt and pink top. Pan had asked her to come so that he wouldn't be so bored while Pop had his little party. She had decided to help him put up some streamers and banners, enjoying putting her decorating skills to use.  Pan just grumbled a little, stepping up onto a stool to reach the ceiling.

“What's wrong?' asked Muffin. “You've been acting grumpy all day.”

“Nothing.” said Pan, pulling a container of tape from his pouch to tape a streamer in place on the ceiling.  “I would just rather be out doing something with you than stuck here having to deal with my pest of a little brother.”

“Aww, he can't be that difficult to deal with.” said Muffin. “He's only four.”

“Yeah well, he's got all the love and attention from mom and dad since he was born.” said Pan. “All they talk to me about is me getting a job and moving out. They just want me gone now that they have a new kid. At least dad is usually off on some business trip or he would be all over me about not having a steady job yet. All I've had are part time temp jobs.”

“You'll find something soon, I know it.” said Muffin.

“I wish I had your confidence.” said Pan. “Just hate being stuck here having to help take care of Pop while dad is off taking care of business.”

“Well, Pop is just a little kid.” said Muffin. “It's not his fault.”

“A little kid that still wears diapers.” said Pan.

“Hey!” shouted Pop, appearing in the room all of a sudden, still wearing his Paw Patrol pajamas. His fur was yellow, like Pan's, but with small brown spots in places. “They not diapuhs! They night pants!”

“Whatever.” said Pan, hanging another bunch of balloons. “If it's made to hold pee, it's a diaper.”

“Oh Pan, don't tease him.” said Pan's mother, Cinnamon, walking into the room after hearing Pop yell. She had brown and white fur with peach colored hair atop her head, and she wore a pink and purple skirt. “You know he can't help it.

“Yeah!” said Pop, running up to his mother with his arms up.

Cinnamon picked up Pop and held him, but also checked his night time diaper. “Oh, speaking of.” she said, finding him to be wet. “Someone needs a change. I'll be right back with the birthday boy.” She smiled, carrying him off down the hallway.

Pop looked at Pan from his mother's arms and stuck his tongue out at him. Pan returned the gesture, then tossed a balloon down on the floor.

“See?” said Pan. “He's a brat. Mom always babies him. She's not even trying to make him use the potty before going to bed. Sometimes I think she wants him to stay a baby.”

“I think all mothers do.” said Muffin. She put up some more streamers and balloons. “We all have to grow up though. Pop will be in high school before you know it, then he'll be an adult. You should do your best to maintain a positive relationship with him.”

“Ugh.” said Pan. “You're taking his side? He bugs me non-stop, always asking me to make him food or to play some dumb baby game. He always has sticky candy in his pouch. He cries all the time, then mom bugs me to look after him or clean up after him. It cuts into my ME time and my time with you.”

“Well, how about for today you just try and act nice?” asked Muffin. “Then later you and I can have some...alone time.” She smiled poking his chest playfully.

“Oh um, well, in that case.” said Pan. “I'll try, for you.” 

“That's all I ask.” said Muffin. She kissed him on the cheek and smiled. The two continued to decorate until Cinnamon returned with Popcorn, who was now dressed in a pair of shorts and shirt with cartoon characters on it from his favorite show. Atop his head was a little colorful party hat.

“Yay!” Pop cheered, running around the room. “It wook so fun!”

“Good job sweetie.” said Cinnamon, hugging Pan.

Pan hugged back. “You're welcome mom.” he said. 

“B'loons!” said Pop. He ran over to some leftover balloons and began playing with them.

“I'll go get the cake ready.” said Cinnamon, heading to the kitchen.

“Yay yay yay!” Pop cheered, playing with the balloons.

Pan just sighed and sat down. “Look at him.” he said. “Not a care in the world. Having the time of his life with a bunch of balloons.”

“Well, he's little.” said Muffin, sitting next to him. “You were like that once too I bet.”

“Yeah, I was.” said Pan. “Then I grew up and life got more complicated.”

“That happens to all of us.” said Muffin. “We only have one childhood, so let him have his.”

“Yeah I guess.” said Pan. He drank some soda and watched Pop play. Suddenly, he got an idea. He grabbed one of the balloons and popped it right behind his little brother. 

Pop jumped and squeaked out in surprise, then blushed and began to cry.

“Pan! That was rude.” said Muffin. She went over to Pop to console him. “Aww, it's okay Pop. It was just a balloon.”

“Heh, cry baby.” said Pan. “Told you he cries all the time.”

“Not a baby!” said Pop, sniffling. He hugged Muffin and felt better. Sudden, loud noises still scared him, but he was quick to calm down when offered comfort. He felt some discomfort and wiggled a bit. A sudden odor began to creep into the room.

“Aw man, did you poop?” asked Pan, covering his nose.

“Nuh...nu uh!” said Pop, covering his bottom. “I-I'm a big boy today!”

Muffin gently tugged the back of his pants open, checking his pullup. “Uh oh.” she said.

Cinnamon, hearing the crying, came into the room. “What was all that noise?” she asked. Her small pink nose wiggled, sniffing the air. “Aww, Pop? Did you go potty”

Pop's face reddened again. He sniffled and began crying again. “Waaaah! Pan scawed me wif a b'loon!” he yelled. “He made me go poo poo!”

“Pan!” shouted Cinnamon, now angry. “Just for that, you change him.”

“Aw man, but mom!” said Pan.

“No buts young man!” said Cinnamon. “Muffin, would you please help him so that he does it right?”

“Sure Mrs. Cinnamon.” said Muffin. “Come on Pop, lets get you out of those icky pants.” She reached into her pouch and pulled out a tissue to dry Pop's tears with.

Pop sniffled, rubbing his eyes. The humiliation of pooping himself in front of her made him both sad and angry. He looked up at Pan and made a mad face.

“Ugh, whatever.” said Pan. He walked with Pop and Muffin into Pop's room. It was more of a nursery, but also had a few “big boy” toys like action figures. He picked up his little brother and hoisted him onto his changing table. He then tugged the little tyke's pants down to his ankles.

Pop sniffled, tears still in his eyes, and now he was sucking his thumb for comfort.

Muffin walked over to him and began petting his head. “Aww, it's okay.” she said. “Sometimes even big kids have accidents.”

Pop looked up at Muffin and smiled a little. “Dey do?” he asked, taking his thumb out of his mouth.

“Yeah, but they don't suck their thumbs like a baby.” said Pan. He grimaced as he unfastened the sides of the pullup and revealed the contents. “Oh, ugh, so gross. Babies are just gross.”

“Not a baby!” said Pop, fussing and blushing. The familiar feel and odor of his accident only served to remind him of his potty training failure, and made him feel like a baby.

“That's right.” said Muffin. “You're not a baby. You're a big boy today, right?” She kept petting his head, trying to calm him.

Pop sniffled and nodded. “Uh huh!” he said. “I'm big today! I'm four!” His mood began to lift a little from her positive attention.

“Good for you sweetie.” said Muffin. She turned to Pan and smiled. “See? Honey works better than vinegar.”

“Maybe in cooking.” said Pan. He grabbed some baby wipes and lifted Pop by the legs, cleaning his fluffy bottom. “So much poop.”

Pop blushed and frowned. “Yer a poop! Poop poop poopy head!” 

“You're a little baby poopy pants.” said Pan. He finished wiping Pop clean, then rolled up the used pullup and tossed it into the diaper pail. 

Muffin handed him a clean pullup. “Really Pan.” she said. “You're being more of a baby than he is right now.”

“Yeah!” said Pop. “Yer a baby!”

“I'm not the one crying and pooping my pants.” said Pan. He sprinkled some baby powder into the pullup, then tugged it up Pop's legs and over his groin and bottom. Then he pulled the little pup's shorts back up and picked him up. “There, no more poopy butt.”

Pop squirmed, wanting to be held by Muffin. He reached out to her and whined. “I want hew!” he said.

Muffin took Pop in her arms and held him. “Aww, sure thing little birthday boy.” she said, bouncing him in her arms. “Who's a big birthday boy?” she asked in a cooing manner. “You are!” She smiled and booped his little nose.

Pan watched and was jealous of the attention Pop was getting from his girlfriend. It was starting to really get to him. He turned and went to wash his hands while Muffin carried Pop back to the living room.

Pop was placed down on the floor. He scurried over to his presents, admiring them and trying to guess what they could be. Soon his mother came in, carrying his cake.

“It's birthday time!” announced Cinnamon, walking in with the freshly decorated cake. It was blue and shaped like a rocket, since Pop liked space.

“Yay!” Pop cheered, instantly cured of his unhappiness. He toddled over to the dining room table where his mom was headed, and climbed up into his booster seat.

“Everybody sing now!” said Cinnamon, smiling.

“Happy birthday to you...” sang Pan, obviously not into it.

“Happy birthday to you!” sang Muffin, trying her best to cover for Pan's lack of enthusiasm.

“Happy birthday dear Popcorn!” sang everyone but Pan. “Happy birthday to you!”

“Happy birthday poopy pup...” Pan said under his breath.

Pop made a face at Pan and blushed. “I wish I was da owdest and you was da baby and had ta wear diapuhs!” he shouted, then blew out his four little candles.

“Heh, right.” said Pan. 

“Pan.” said Cinnamon, in an irritated, but motherly tone. “Can't you be nice to your little brother for just one day?”

“Ugh, fine.” said Pan. “Happy birthday squirt. Enjoy your presents and attention.” He slumped off, back to the living room.

“Don't mind him Pop.” said Cinnamon. “He's just jealous.” She cut the cake into slices, putting them onto some paper plates.

“I'd take him some cake, but I don't thing he deserves any.” said Muffin.

“After you eat your cake, you can open your gifts.” said Cinnamon, giving a plate of cake to Pop.

“Oh boy!” said Pop. He happily ate his cake, but made a mess of his face and paws. He just giggled, smiling happily, and licking his paws.

“Such a messy eater.” said Cinnamon.

Muffin took a small plate of cake to the living room and sat next to Pan. “Want some?” she asked.

“Sure.” said Pan. “I guess having a birthday party means I can at least get some cake in me.” He shoveled some of the sweet, gooey cake into his mouth. He always loved food, especially baked goods. He absolutely loved pancakes, which is what he was named after.

After eating cake, Pop began opening his gifts. He smiled when he opened a large one to reveal a big, plastic play set of his favorite show Paw Patrol. Next, he opened up a smaller one with a cute little shirt and some pants with planets and stars on them. Next was a gift from Muffin, which was a small toy rocket.

“Oh boy!” said Pop. “Wow, thank you!” He smiled and zoomed his toy around happily. “Zooom! Hahaha!”

“You're very welcome Pop.” said Muffin. She smiled at the cute little boy playing with his gift.

Pan just rolled his eyes and looked down at his phone, bored. He occasionally glanced up to see Pop playing happily with his toys, and felt a little jealous. 

“Well, I have to go.” said Muffin, looking at her watch. “I've got a shift at work to get to.”

“Aw, okay babe.” said Pan. He got up and gave her a hug and a kiss. “See you tomorrow?”

Muffin hugged and kissed Pan back. “Yeah, after work.” she said.

Pop ran up to her and hugged her legs. “Bye Muffin!” he said. “Fanks fow comin to mah pawty!”

“Aww, you're welcome birthday pup.” said Muffin, kneeling down and hugging the small surmelle. 

“Yes, thank you for coming.” said Cinnamon. “And sticking with my cranky son.”

“Mom...” said Pan, feeling embarrassed.

“You're welcome.” said Muffin with a slight giggle. “See you all later!” She waved to them as she left.

“Well, I guess that's that.” said Cinnamon. “Pan, help me clean up.”

“Ugh, okay.” said Pan. “I mean, I had to put all this up. Now I have to take it all down.”

“It's all part of being an adult.” said Cinnamon. 

“Sometimes I wish I wasn't.” said Pan, taking down the decorations.

“Sometimes I do too.” said Cinnamon.

Pop listened to them as he played, still having his wish in mind. He pictured Pan as a little baby and himself as an adult, teasing him about his diapers and crying. He chuckled to himself, finding the scene in his head to be very funny. If only it were true, he would be a much nicer adult than Pan. He was too young to know what a girlfriend was, but he knew he would be very nice to Muffin as well. 

That night, Pan tossed and turned in his bed. He dreamed of being a little boy again, but he was being chased by some kind of giant monster. He couldn't make out what it was, but its shadowy shape seemed familiar. He awoke, feeling an urgent need to use the toilet. After flinging the sheets off of himself, he hopped up to his feet and walked out of his room. As he walked down the hallway, his need grew more and more urgent. He pressed a paw against his crotch in an attempt to hold it in, but suddenly he felt a warm wetness. It began spreading around his crotch and dripped down his boxers and legs. “Oh no!” he shouted to himself. He fled to the bathroom, leaving a wet trail behind him, but when he got there it was far too late. A stream of urine ran down his legs, pooling under his feet. His boxers felt a bit large on him, not to mention heavy, so he let them plop to the floor and aimed the rest into the toilet. It seemed to just keep coming and coming, but in reality it was only a minute or so until he was done. Blushing horribly, he looked down at his wet fur and gulped. He took his sopping wet boxers and tossed them into the bath tub for now. He sighed and began cleaning up his own mess. As he did, he was reminded of cleaning similar messes that Pop had made in the past. “What's up with this? I'm not a bed wetter. Not since I was...maybe Pop's age. Ugh, now I need a clean up.” He looked at the baby wipes and blushed harder. It was humiliating, but it was still the middle of the night, and he didn't want to wake anyone with a shower. He plucked a few of the moist wipes from the container and began cleaning himself with them. “Good thing Pop didn't see this.” It took a few of the small baby wipes to clean his fur, but he finally managed to get clean. He grabbed a clean pair of boxers and looked down at his sodden wet ones. They were once white, but had been stained yellow. He quickly rinsed them off in the sink and rolled them up and wrapped them in a towel, then took it to his room, figuring he would sneakily wash it with the rest of his clothes later. He laid back down in his bed, thinking about what just happened, and tried to get back to sleep. He rolled to one side, then the other, trying to get comfortable. Eventually he managed to fall asleep, but kept having weird dreams about being small and afraid. 

The next day, Pop woke up a bit late in the morning. He went about taking a shower before anyone noticed him. In the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. “Hmm, something seems off.” he said to himself. “Have I lost weight?” He looked down at his tummy, which was still round and protruding a little, but not as much as it used to. He shrugged it off as a good thing and then had a warm shower. He felt better after washing the urine off himself and got dried off. After wrapping a towel around himself, he went back to his room. Things seemed different. Some of his stuff was gone. “Hey, where are my models?” During times of boredom, he would put together model kits of ships and robots. They were gone now though, and on his shelves were some anime figures and statues. Things he hadn't been into for a few years, but were none the less nostalgic. His movie posters were missing as well, now replaced with more sci fi ones. Confused, he looked into his drawers for some clothes, but found ones he hadn't worn in years. “What are these doing here? I thought they got boxed up after they stopped fitting.” He put on some green shorts and a black shirt with a skull on it. Still feeling confused, he walked out and down to the living room where his mother was sitting. 

“Good morning sleepy head.” said Cinnamon. 

“Morning mom.” said Pan. “Mom, what happened to my room?”

“What do you mean?” asked Cinnamon.

“My model kits and posters were replaced with different stuff.” said Pan. “And my old clothes are back in my drawers.”

“Old?” asked Cinnamon. “You just got those recently. As for your stuff, that's how it's always been, at least for the past year or so. You tend to change interests so fast that I can't keep up with everything in your room. I'm sure you must be mistaken.”

“M-maybe...” said Pan. He looked around, wondering where Pop was. “Hmm, where is Pop?”

“You know where he is dear.” said Cinnamon. “He's at school, like every week day.”

“School?” asked Pan. “But he just turned four yesterday. He's too little for school.”

“Four?” asked Cinnamon. “You must be joking. He turned eight yesterday, you know that. You were there after all.”

“B-b-but...” Pan stammered. Then he stopped and thought. “I get it. You're the one joking. Very funny mom. You even got Pop in on it by hiding. I bet he's in his nursery of a bedroom.” He walked back down the hall to Pop's room, but saw that instead of a nursery, it now looked like a little boy's room. There were action figures, toy cars, Lego sets, and even a video game system hooked up to a TV. His bed, instead of having bars on the sides, was now a bed meant for a big kid. Gone was the changing table and any sign of diapers or pullups. It no longer smelled of baby powder and wipes. It had somehow changed over night. “No way...”

“I don't know what has gotten into you both.” said Cinnamon. “Pop was going on about being four yesterday too. Poor boy must have had a bad dream or something. He was so convinced. He seemed happy to be wearing “big boy” underwear though.” She laughed and patted Pan on the back. 

“Huh?” asked Pan. “He thought...he was four too?”

“Yes, but that's just silly.” said Cinnamon. “See? I took photos.” She took out her phone and showed him images that never happened, of an eight-year-old Pop sitting at the dining room table blowing out his candles. Also there was Pan, but not Muffin.

“This isn't right.” said Pan. “Where is Muffin?”

“Muffin?” asked Cinnamon. “Who is Muffin dear?”

Pan began to panic. He pulled his phone from his pouch, then scrolled through his contacts. To his shock, Muffin wasn't in there. Luckily, he remembered her number. He tried calling her, but kept getting sent to voice mail. “Of course.” he said to himself. “She usually doesn't answer if it's a number she doesn't know. She doesn't know me...”

“Aww, why do you look so sad dear?” asked Cinnamon. “I bet some nice pancakes will help. That always makes you happy. I'll make some, then you can get ready for your classes.”

“Classes?” asked Pan. “What do you mean?”

“Your college classes silly.” said Cinnamon. “Are you sure you're feeling okay dear?” She felt of his forehead to see if he was running a fever. “Hmm, no fever.”

“No I...” Pan thought about it. If something were going on and he really was back in college, he didn't want to go through all of that again. At least not until he figured out what was really going on. “Actually, you're right mom. I'm not really feeling like myself today.”

“Aww, poor dear.” said Cinnamon. “Maybe you should just stay home today.” She worked from home, which gave her plenty of time to tend to her children.

“Yeah.” said Pan. “I think I should.”

“Okay then, I'll make you some pancakes just how you like them.” said Cinnamon. “Then you can get some rest.”

“Okay mom.” said Pan. His head was spinning with all of this information, trying to make sense of it all. He ate his pancakes, but even they didn't lift his mood. He wondered if he was dreaming, but pinching himself didn't work. He wondered around the house most of the day, looking for any other changes. The only things he really noticed was the lack of Pop's baby things and more photos of him at ages he didn't remember. It was as if he were in a coma and awoke some years later to find everything changed. However, he was somehow younger. Looking at himself in the mirror again, it was still hard to tell. Not much had changed since he was in college, except for a bit of weight gain. He rubbed at his furry tummy and tugged his pouch. He remembered how he used to hide toys and snacks in there and take them to school. Now it was empty and rarely used except when on the go somewhere or to store his phone away. When looking through his phone, he found different contacts he didn't remember having. He thought about calling them, but what would he say? He thought they were probably some class mates or friends he now knew, but could not recall anything about them.

Outside, Pan saw that there was now a swing set with a slide, and a small trampoline. “These must be for Pop.” he said to himself. They were small, so he could not fit, but he tried the trampoline anyway. It was surprisingly fun, but it jostled his tummy, and he felt another urgent need to use the bathroom. He ran back inside, but the bathroom door was shut. His mother was inside. Pounding on the door, he whimpered to her. “Mooom! I need to use it really bad!”

“Okay dear, just hold on one second.” said Cinnamon. 

Pan wiggled and held his bottom with his paws, trying to hold it in as best he could. He rocked back and forth, trying to ease the pressure. Finally, he heard a flush and the door opened. “Thanks mom!” he said, rushing in and shutting the door behind him.

“My goodness!” said Cinnamon. “You must have had some kind of tummy bug.”

Pan sighed in relief as he did his business, grateful he didn't have another accident. “That would have been embarrassing.” he said to himself. “Why do these urges come on so suddenly though? I didn't used to have this problem.” He finished up, then washed his hands and went back to his room. He put on some music and tried to sleep, but only kept tossing and turning. 

Not long after, the bus arrived, and Pop stepped off, wearing some Pokemon themed shorts and a small t-shirt, along with some white socks and shoes that lit up in back. He was carrying a Pokemon themed backpack as well, and seemed happy as he skipped into the house. “Hey mom!” he said, giving his mother a big hug.

“Welcome home Pop!” said Cinnamon. “How was your day?”

“It was great!” said Pop. “I had a lot of fun and learned lots of new things!”

“That's great honey!” said Cinnamon, kissing him on the forehead. “Want a snack?”

“Yeah!” said Pop. “Please!”

“Okay dear.” said Cinnamon. She brought out a tray of freshly baked cookies and some milk for him. “A special Friday treat for my big boy!”

“Oooh, yay!” said Pop. He cheerfully dug in, eating his snack and watching some cartoons on TV.

Pan heard his little brother, who now sounded older, and poked his head in to see for himself. He saw his brother, now eight, and sitting cross-legged on the couch eating cookies. He rubbed his head in confusion and walked in. “Um, hey Pop.” he said.

“Pan!” said Pop. He got up from the couch and went over to his big brother. “How're you?”

“I'm uh, good.” said Pan. “What about you?”

“I'm good!” said Pop. “I got to go to big boy school today!”

“I heard.” said Pan. “Listen, I think we need to talk in private.”

“Oh, okay.” said Pop. He walked with his big bro down the hall to Pan's room. 

Pan shut the door and sat on his bed. “So um, you got older.” he said.

“Yeah!” said Pop. “I'm eight now! Mom said so!”

“And you went to school.” said Pan.

“Yep!” said Pop. “It was kind of scary at first, but so many people knew me and were nice to me. They said we had been friends since first grade, but I don't remember.”

“H-how did you do in school?” asked Pan.

“I did good!” said Pop. “I knew a lot of stuff the teacher was talking about, and learned even more!”

“So you knew how to read and stuff already?” asked Pan.

“Yeah!” said Pop. “I don't remember learning, but I just knew how. Isn't that weird?”

“It's very weird.” said Pan. “I think I might be...getting younger, while you get older. Mom said I'm in college, and I graduated college years ago.”

“Really?” asked Pop, suddenly smiling. “Wow, that's so weird! It's like my wish is coming true!”

“Your wish?” asked Pan. He had nearly forgotten about Pop's sudden, intense wish yesterday. “You really think that is what is causing this?”

“I think so.” said Pop. “But you're not a baby or anything. I like being older though! I can feel when I need to use the potty and even hold it for a long time! Look!” He tugged the front of his shorts open proudly. “Big boy underwear!” He was wearing some cute, Pokemon themed underwear.

“Wow, you must really like Pokemon.” said Pan. 

“Hehe, I do!” said Pop. “I didn't before, but I do today! My new friends really like it. We played cards, and I knew how to play with them.”

“That's good.” said Pan. “For you anyway.” He looked sad and depressed.

“Huh? Why are you sad?” asked Pop.

“It's Muffin.” said Pan. “She's not in my phone anymore, and mom doesn't remember her. She must not know me anymore.”

“Aww, no way.” said Pop,sitting beside his brother to comfort him. “Yeah, no one besides us seems to remember our original ages.”

“I wonder why that is.” said Pan.

“No idea.” said Pop. His nose twitched, picking up a familiar scent. It was one he used to associate with embarrassment and shame. “Huh, what's that? Smells like...pee.”

Pan blushed and his heart sank. He had forgotten to wash his wet boxers. They were still wrapped in a towel under his bed. “Oh um, I don't know.” said Pan. “Must just be because I recently used the toilet.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Pop, following his nose. “Then what's this?” He pulled out the towel and unfurled it, revealing pee sodden boxers. “These are yours... Did you pee your pants?” His expression changed to one of knowing and amusement.

“No!” shouted Pan. “I mean, kinda...” He blushed, grabbing them from him. “I just need to wash these.”

“You did!” shouted Pop. “You wet yourself like I used to!”

“S-so what if I did?” asked Pan. “I really had to go alright? I was almost at the bathroom when it just started coming out on its own. I couldn't help it!”

“That's how mine used to feel.” said Pop. “You always made fun of me for it. Well, now it's my turn, baby pee pants!” He chuckled and pointed. “My big brother is a baby pee pants!”

“Sh-shut up!” said Pan. “Mom will hear you.”

“Hear what?” said Cinnamon, opening the bedroom door. “I told you I don't like it when you have your door shut. What's that?” She spotted the yellowed undies in Pan's paws. “Pan? Did you...”

“No!” shouted Pan. He ran past her and down to the laundry room, where he quickly stuffed the boxers and towel into the washing machine and began washing them. “Ugh, this is just great.” He sighed and walked out, only to be greeted by his mother and Pop, who stood there with a grin.

“Pop says you had an accident.” said Cinnamon. “Is that true?”

“Y-yeah...” said Pan, blushing horribly. “L-last night. I had to go really bad, but before I could get to the bathroom, it started coming out.”

“Oh dear.” said Cinnamon. “You must have been really ill if that happened. Are you sure you're alright now?”

“Yeah mom, I'm fine.” said Pan. He realized if he argued about being older and Pop being younger, it would just end up with him being sent to some kind of shrink. 

“Well, let me know if you need anything.” said Cinnamon. “If you need to use the toilet, go ahead and use it. Don't wait.”

“Okay mom...” said Pan, feeling like a little kid getting told how and when to use the potty.

Pop just giggled, the shoe now being on the other foot. It felt good. “Yeah, if you need some pullups, we can get you some.” he said.

“Sh-shut up Pop!” said Pan. The grumpy surmelle stomped off, back to his room to pout.

“You shouldn't make fun.” said Cinnamon. “After all, it wasn't until a few years ago that you stopped wetting the bed.”

Pop blushed and nodded. “Oh, um, right.” he said, not remembering anything about his conquering of the potty. “Sorry mom.”

“You're a good boy Pop.” said Cinnamon, kissing him on the head. “Now go play while I help Pan.”

“Okay mommy.” said Pop. He smiled and ran off to his room to play.

Pan blushed and followed his mom to the laundry room. He opened the washer and dumped his soiled clothes inside.

“You should use this soap when dealing with urine.” said Cinnamon. She showed him some special laundry soap meant for cloth diapers and baby clothes. She dumped some into the washer along with his boxers.

Pan blushed, having to use laundry soap meant for babies. “Th-that's for babies though.” he said.

“It can be used for other things.” said Cinnamon. “I used it a lot for Pop's wet sheets. So if you ever wet your bed, be sure to put this in with the sheets.” She smiled and patted him on the head. 

Pan closed the washer and started it up. “Thanks mom.” he said. Having to admit to his accident was bad enough, but now she was obviously thinking he might do it again. He was determined not to.

After dinner, Pan retrieved his clothes from the dryer, all clean now. He sniffed them, and they smelled like Pop's washed cloth diapers. He blushed, feeling a bit of a tingle, and put them away in a drawer. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to run out screaming for help, but no one would believe him. He just hoped things wouldn't get any worse. He peeked in on Pop, and saw that he was playing his video game system. It was in the photo his mom showed him, so it must have been a birthday gift. Instead of some babyish pajamas, he had on some with super heroes on them, and where his rocket toy was earlier, was now a Lego set of a rocket. Pan rubbed his chin, thinking of how things were changing, and wondering if it was indeed Pop's wish. 

Going back to his own room, he looked through his things, and saw that a lot of it was stuff he remembered from college. There was a gray and blue backpack with familiar books on math, literature, science, and computers. He remembered taking those classes, but as he flipped through the books, he realized he had forgotten some of it. He was worried that his mind was being regressed too. Then again, it would make sense, seeing as how Pop seemed to suddenly know things he never learned. “This isn't good.” he thought. “If I'm forgetting stuff, it means I would have to go back to classes. Man, I don't want to do that. It was boring enough the first time. What is happening? People don't just get younger. It's impossible. People don't spontaneously grow up four years over night either. I have to figure this out.” He tried doing some research on his phone, but all he found were fantasy stories about such things happening. Looking up real magic didn't help either. Most of the results looked like scam websites, trying to trick people into giving them money for phony magic tricks. Finally he gave up and laid back on his bed. He slowly closed his eyes, all the while thinking about his situation. He fell asleep, and once again dreamed of being chased. He was still small, and the giant monster chasing him was still in shadow, but he heard it shout in a deep, dark voice.

“Heheheh, big baby.” it said. “Little baby. Gonna cry? Gonna poop your pants? I bet you will. Little boys like you can't hold it like big kids.” It continued to laugh and chase him around slowly until he woke up with an urgent need to poop. He jumped out of bed, like last time, and ran to the bathroom. Luckily this time he was able to make it and do his business, but Pop saw him dash past his room and into the bathroom.

Pan sighed, doing his business and then cleaning his hands. He looked in the mirror and noticed something seemed off. He seemed smaller, but his boxers still fit. He now had a hair style that he once had in high school. He thought spiking it up looked so cool, but it was a pain to keep looking good, especially after waking up. “Oh no...” he said quietly. “No no no no no...” Curious, he tip toed out of the bathroom and back down to his room. He flicked on the lights and his jaw dropped. Gone were a lot of his anime girl figures and posters. Now there were some action figures, games, and movies. He looked around and saw that his bed sheets were now themed after a sci fi show he used to watch. On the floor was his back pack, now with a green and black color. He unzipped it and looked inside, then pulled out a book. It was a high school math book, specifically for eleventh grade. “No! No way!” He tossed the books and the book bag across the room in frustration. “It can't be...” He looked at his hands, but saw no significant changes. From the height of his dresser, he could tell he had gotten smaller, though not by a whole lot. “Crap...I'm shrinking.” He went through his drawers and saw mostly old clothes he had worn throughout high school, now back in his regular dress cycle. 

“Pan! Pop! Time for breakfast!” shouted Cinnamon from the kitchen.

Pan gritted his teeth, cursing under his breath as he got dressed. He was still getting younger, and he knew it meant that Pop must be older now. He could smell the delicious aroma of pancakes and sausage in the air, and his stomach grumbled hungrily. Slowly, he made his way out and down the hall, to the kitchen. There, he saw Pop, who indeed looked older and bigger, sitting at the table eating.

“Morning Pan!” Pop said happily. He smiled, seeing Pan looking younger, and seemed very amused.

“Morning.” said Pan. He got himself some breakfast and sat down to eat across from his little brother. He ate silently while contemplating everything and trying to come up with a plan of some sort.

“Something wrong Pan?” asked Cinnamon. “You're awfully quiet today. Usually you're up and eager to eat and go hang out with your friends on Saturdays.”

“Yeah, I just...” said Pan. “Still feel kind of tired.”

“You were up late again weren't you?” asked Cinnamon. “It's okay since it was a Friday night, but you should really get more sleep every night.”

“I know mom.” said Pan, eating his food. He wondered who his friends were now, and where they hung out.

“Oh yeah, it's Saturday!” said Pop. He ate the rest of his food and put his plate in the sink, then went to watch cartoons in the living room.

Pan continued to eat, then put his plate away and slipped off into his bedroom. There, he looked through his phone, and saw new contacts. “Maybe these are my friends.” he said to himself. He worked up some nerve, then called one. The phone rang, and someone picked up. “Uh, hello? Is this Jimmy?”

“Hey Pan, of course it is.” said Jimmy. “What's up? You coming to the theater today or what?”

“Oh, is that where we're hanging out?” asked Pan.

“Yeah man, we're watching the new Blue Buster movie today, remember?” asked Jimmy.

“Oh, um, right.” said Pan. “What time is it playing?”

“Noon, so get your furry butt over here ASAP.” said Jimmy.

“R-right.” said Pan. “Coming!” He hung up and put his shoes on, then looked for his car keys. They were gone, so he ran to the living room. “Mom, where are my keys?”

“Your keys?” asked Cinnamon. “You mean my car keys? They're right there, but you can't drive without an adult present.”

“I can't?!” asked Pan. “But I have to meet my friends! They want to see a movie.”

“Oh, well I can ride with you.” said Cinnamon. “Pop too. I'm sure he wants to see it. I'll just do some shopping while you boys watch it.”

“Oooh, yeah!” said Pop. “That sounds fun!”

“Ugh, does he have to come?” asked Pan.

“You know he likes hanging out with you big boys.” said Cinnamon. “Consider it like babysitting.”

“Aw man...if I have to.” said Pan. He just wanted to get out of the house and maybe ask these new friends some questions. 

After getting ready, they all got into Cinnamon's car. Pan got in to drive, noticing that Pop's child safety seat was gone. She normally kept it mounted in the rear seat. It was so strange having to have supervision while driving, but he put up with it for now. Once at the movies, Cinnamon gave them some money.

“You boys enjoy the movie.” said Cinnamon, getting into the driver's seat. “I gave you enough for some soda and popcorn.”

“Thanks mom!” said Pop. “Come on Pan!”

Pan looked down at the money, remembering what it was like to have an allowance and sometimes just free money from his mother so that he could have some fun. He remembered that she really did care for him and gave him a lot of attention. That was at least until Pop came along. He watched his mom drive off and then headed to the theater. In front were a group of teens he figured were his friends. He walked up to them to find out.

“Hey Pan!” said a teen groundhog. 

“Yo Pan!” said a teen squirrel.

“What's up Pan!” said a teen badger. From his voice he could tell it was Jimmy.

“Hey guys!” said Pan.

“Had to bring your little bro eh?' asked the squirrel. 

“Yeah, he's a little tag-a-long.” said Pan.

“I wanna see the movie too!” said Pop. 

“Oh well.” said Jimmy. “Guess we'll just have to deal with a little kid for a while.”

“I don't like it either.” said Pan. “But mom made me.”

“It's okay.” said the groundhog. “No biggie.”

“Yeah, it's about to start anyway, so let's go.” said Jimmy. They all headed inside to buy their tickets and some snacks. Pan and Pop each got a soda and some popcorn. Pop couldn't resist adding extra butter to his popcorn and he started eating it while walking to the theater with the big kids. Pan rolled his eyes but continued on, hoping to at least have a good time. They all sat together, with Pop on one side of Pan and his friends on the other. Before the movie started, he thought about asking some questions.

“So uh, what do you guys think about school?” he asked, munching some popcorn.

“It sucks.” said Jimmy. “But we'll be graduating next year, so all we have to do is put up with those teachers a little longer.”

“Ah, right.” said Pan. “Guys, this may be a weird question, but how long have we been friends now?”

“Jimmy and I have been friends with you since kindergarten.” said the teen squirrel. 

“Yeah, and I met you guys in middle school.” said the groundhog.

“Why do you ask?” asked Jimmy.

“Oh, just thinking about something.” said Pan. “Life seems to move too fast sometimes.”

“Doesn't move fast enough for me.” said Jimmy. “Man, I can't wait to be done with high school.”

“I can't wait to GO to high school!” said Pop. “I'll be going soon!”

“Haha, not for a few years kid.” said the squirrel. 

Pop just smiled and looked at Pan.

Pan looked at Pop and frowned, then turned his attention to the screen. The trailers began and then finally the movie started. It was a standard super hero movie that was safe enough for children, but action packed enough for adults. Pan munched his popcorn and drank his soda, finding himself enjoying it more and more. He actually started to forget his situation at one point when the action really kicked in. About an hour in, Pan squirmed in his seat. All of that soda really made him have to go. He was so engrossed in the movie that he didn't want to get up.

Pop noticed Pan squirming, but kept watching the movie. He too was enjoying the action and funny moments too much to really care about what was going on.

Pan squirmed more, munching some more popcorn and drinking more soda. The movie hit a huge moment during the action scene, and before he knew it, he felt a warm feeling spread across his crotch. “Oh no...” he said quietly, looking down. The lights were out, so no one had noticed yet. He put his hands over his crotch to try and stop it, but it just kept coming and coming. He flooded his shorts, causing them to take on a very dark wet spot. He could feel it running down his legs as well, and pooling in his shoes. He blushed hotly and gulped, feeling a strange tingle again.

Pop felt a familiar tingle as well, and by now knew what it meant. He looked at his arms and felt his clothes grow a bit tighter. He smiled, knowing that he just grew a little, and looked over at Pan, who was shaking in his seat a little, nervously. He didn't say anything at the time, but he could pick up the faint smell of pee coming from him.

Pan was frozen, not sure what to do. If he asked to go to the restroom, they would all see. If he waited until the movie was over, they would still see. There was no way to get out of this without them finding out. He decided to just sit there as his bladder emptied. Warm urine tinkled onto the floor from his seat, making a puddle under his shoes. He just blushed and covered his face until the movie was over. 

The lights went up, and Pan's friends got up and stretched. They looked down to see Pan sitting there in obviously wet pants. 

“Guys I...” said Pan, blushing and looking up at them.

“Oh man, that kid wet himself!” said Jimmy.

“Uh oh, better get him some diapers little dude.” said the squirrel.

“Guys it's me, Pan!” said Pan, sounding afraid.

“Dude, we don't know any pants wetting kid.” said Jimmy.

“Haha, is that your big brother?” asked the groundhog, looking to Pop. “More like little brother.” The three laughed and left the theater, seeming to no longer know him.

Pan just blushed as he felt another tingle. He quickly got up and began running to the restroom, leaving a drippy trail behind him. He shrank a bit more than usual, and his wet clothes began feeling big and heavy, and his shoes felt wet and roomy.

Pop followed him, feeling his clothes tighten yet again. He was beginning to see what sort of things caused Pan's age to drop. Once in the bathroom, he followed the trail to a closed stall door and stood there. “Hehe, you peed your pants in front of those big kids!” he said.

“Sh-shut up!” said Pan. He was unsure of what to do now. “J-just wait outside until mom comes. I'm not coming out until I get dry clothes.”

“Heh, fine.” said Pop. He turned to leave. “Little baby pee pants.” He giggled and left, now a proud twelve-year-old.

Pan stayed in the stall, whimpering. He took off his wet shoes, socks, shorts, and underwear, then sat on the toilet feeling humiliated. He felt small, and his clothes looked bigger than he remembered. He lost a good amount of height this time. He thought about it for a bit. “I must be going through puberty in reverse.” he said to himself, his voice cracking a little. He began wondering why he suddenly regressed like that. “I thought it only happened at night. That tingle. I feel it when it happens. I didn't feel it until I wet myself. Maybe...maybe accidents make it happen faster. Ugh, this is Pop's fault. It has to be that wish. He made a wish on those candles. Maybe I can too.” He was still unsure, but was willing to try anything. His phone rang, and he answered it. It was his mother.

“Pan?” asked Cinnamon. “Pop said you had an accident. Are you okay dear?”

“N-no mom.” said Pan, his voice cracking. “I'm not. I'm humiliated and smell like pee.”

“Calm down honey.” said Cinnamon. “I'll get you some wipes and dry clothes. Just stay put.”

“Okay mom.” said Pan. He had to stay in the restroom stall for a good half an hour before Pop came in with a small plastic bag.

“Mom says to take the clothes out of that bag and put your wet ones in it.” said Pop. “There's some baby wipes in there too.” He giggled, pushing the bag under the door.

Pan just quietly opened the bag and took out the baby wipes. Just like the other night, he cleaned his fur as best he could, using a few wads of wipes, then got dressed in the new clothes and put his wet ones in the bag. That's when he noticed something. Instead of underwear, there was a pair of disposable briefs. They weren't diapers, but more like pullups for older kids. They were gray and white, giving the look of regular underwear, no doubt to make wearing them less embarrassing. Reluctantly, he put them on, and the rest of the clothes. These fit, but had some super hero nonsense on them. He then walked out of the stall with the bag, and saw Pop standing there, looking older and larger. In fact, he was nearly the same height as him now. He swallowed hard and washed his paws, then walked past him.

“Wow, you're getting a lot smaller!” said Pop. “Or maybe I'm just a lot bigger.”

“This is your fault.” said Pan.

“I didn't make you pee yourself.” said Pop.

“No, but you made that stupid wish.” said Pan. “I'm going to find those candles when we get home, then I'm going to wish you were a newborn.”

“Nu uh!” said Pop.

“You just watch.” said Pan. He walked out of the restroom and saw the janitorial staff cleaning the mess he made. He just blushed and shyly walked outside to meet his mom at the car.

Cinnamon saw the defeated look of Pan and hugged him. “Oh, I'm so sorry sweety.” she said. “Come on, let's go home.”

“Y-yeah...” said Pan. He started to get in the driver's seat, but his mom stopped him.

“Think you're ready to drive already?” asked Cinnamon. “Not for another year mister.”

“Oh...” said Pan. He shrugged and got into the passenger side seat while Pop got into the rear seat. The car seemed so large now, and he felt the somewhat bulky disposable pullup under him when he sat.

On the way home, Pop kept giggling and poking at Pan's seat.

“S-stop it!” said Pan. “Little jerk...”

“Moom, Pan called me a jerk.” said Pop.

“Well, stop kicking his seat.” said Cinnamon. “Give him space. He had a rough day.”

Pan looked at his mother. She had just taken his side instead of Pop's. Were things changing that drastically? He wondered how far things would go, but had a plan. If he could just find those candles.

Once home, Pan went inside the house and began looking for the candles. He opened every drawer and looked in every cabinet. Eventually Cinnamon saw what he was doing.

“What are you looking for?” asked Cinnamon.

“Umm, nothing.” said Pan. He began closing things.

“Now Pan, don't lie to me.” said Cinnamon, putting her hands on her hips.

“W-well, I was looking for...Pop's birthday candles.” said Pan. “I want to use them in something.”

“Oh, well I threw them out.” said Cinnamon. “They were all used up.

“Oh...” said Pan. “Do we have any candles at all?”

“Well, I have some tea candles.” said Cinnamon. She opened a small door under the counter in the kitchen and pulled out a couple of them. “Will these do?”

“I guess.” said Pan. He took them from her and got a lighter from the drawer.

“Don't go burning the house down now.” said Cinnamon.

“I won't.” said Pan. He took the candles to his room. He stopped when he saw that there were lots of toys scattered around the floor, and some Lego models on his shelves. His room looked like the room of a child, but it matched his current age. Frustrated, he sat on the floor with the candles. He lit them and then closed his eyes. He began to concentrate on what he wanted. “I wish Pop and I were back to our normal ages.” He blew out the candles and looked around. Nothing had changed. “Even if it does work, it probably won't do anything until I go to sleep.”

Pop was watching and giggling at Pan's futile attempts. “That won't work.” he said, sounding older and more mature now. “Those aren't birthday candles.”

Pan quickly turned to see Pop standing in his door way. “S-so?” he asked. “I wished really hard. Get ready to go back to diapers and nap time.”

Pop giggled and playfully poked at Pan's pullup. “I think you should get ready for that.” he said. “You'll be a baby for real soon.”

“Shut up!” Pan shouted. “Get out of my room!” His voice kept cracking, making him sound silly.

Pop just giggled and left Pan's room. “Later potty pants!” he said.

Pan sighed and looked at the candles. He really hoped they would work, but didn't have high hopes. For the rest of the day, he made sure to run to the bathroom any time he had to go, and managed to make it without having an accident. That night he went to bed, wearing a night time pullup, hoping that he would wake up older.

Once again, he had a nightmare about being small and chased by something. Whatever it was was even larger than before, and sounded even more menacing. It kept swiping at him, trying to catch him, only to snag something on his waist. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a thick cloth diaper. He tried to scream, but found he had no voice. He kept running, but it seemed like he was running in mud. He was about to get a good look at his giant pursuer, but he woke up instead. He gasped, breathing hard and looking panicked. He soon calmed down when he realized he was just dreaming, but his room now looked like it did when he was very little. He saw more toys around meant for small children, like action figures and play sets. There were a few toy cars and track setup for them to do loops. Then there was something he didn't expect to see, at least not yet. In the corner was a tall wooden table with stacks of what looked like pullups under it. He felt a shiver in his spine, and a warmth around his crotch. He pulled the covers off and looked down, seeing a disposable night time pullup with some moons and stars on it. The stars began to fade as it grew warm and wet. “No...” he said to himself. “I can't stop it. I didn't even feel it coming. What am I going to do now?” He sat up in his bed and rolled out of it, then looked at himself in the mirror. He frowned, seeing himself as a small child. His features were rounded and innocent, his tummy protruded over the waist of his pullup, and his limbs were a little chubby. He looked at the sagging pullup between his legs and blushed. His room looked so big now, yet so childish. His heart raced, as did his mind. “Crap, I'm still getting younger! Those candles didn't work.” He began to sniffle a bit, feeling tears coming on. “I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry!” He heard his door opening and blushed, trying to cover himself with his hands.

“Pan?” asked Cinnamon, turning on the light. “Are you okay dear? Oh my, did you wet again?”

Pan just slowly nodded and blushed, tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked up, way up at his mother. She towered over him now, making him feel even smaller.

“Awww, it's okay.” said Cinnamon. “I know you can't help it. Come on, let mommy clean you up.”

Pan blushed as he was led over to the dreaded table. Instead of being put on it though, his mom simply yanked down his soaking wet pullup.

“Step out.” said Cinnamon in a motherly tone.

Pan did as he was told, sniffling and rubbing his nose with his arm. He stood there with his wet fur exposed to her, thinking about how Pop used to be cleaned the same way.

Cinnamon smiled and took a few baby wipes from a container on the table, then began wiping him clean. She hummed a little as she cleaned all around, then had him turn around so she could get at his bottom. “Okay, all clean.” she said. Next, she pulled out a clean daytime pullup with some cartoon characters on it. She opened it, sprinkled a bit of baby powder into it, then held it open in front of him. “Now step in dear.”

Pan stepped into the small, disposable briefs, then felt them being tugged up his legs. He looked up at her and sniffled again. “Mom?” he asked. “How old am I?”

“What a silly question.” said Cinnamon, getting some clothes out for him. “You're ten of course.”

“T-ten?” Pan gulped. He realized he was now well below the puberty line, which explained his childish appearance. He felt a few gaps in his teeth where his adult teeth had been. Then he saw the clothes his mom had gotten out for him. They were Pokemon themed. Reluctantly, he got dressed in them.

“What's wrong?” asked Cinnamon. “I thought you liked Pokemon.”

“I-I do mom, it's just...” said Pan. “Pop will make fun of my accident.”

“Aww, no he won't.” said Cinnamon. “He had the same troubles you did after all.”

“Oh...” said Pan, wondering if it was true. He followed her out of his room and down to the kitchen for breakfast. The whole house seemed much larger now, and he noticed the pictures of him as a teen were all gone. Now there were more baby pictures of him than of Pop. He climbed up into a chair at the table and was served a plate of bacon and eggs. Then he heard something behind him.

“Oh, good morning Pop!” said Cinnamon. She hugged the boy entering the room and smiled.

“Morning mom!” said Pop, sounding much older now. He walked over to Pan and mussed his hair. “Morning squirt.”

“H-hey...” said Pan. He looked up at the now fifteen-year-old Pop and blushed, feeling very small indeed. He was so much bigger and more mature looking than he was.

Pop sat down across from him to eat his breakfast and smiled at Pan. “Everything okay Pan?” he asked. “You look worried.”

“N-no...” said Pan, eating his food. “Everything's...fine.” He gulped down his food and drank some juice from a tall class, then hopped down. He put his plate in the kitchen sink and walked out to the living room. The TV was on, and playing cartoons. They weren't ones he was familiar with, yet the colors, sounds, and actions caught his interest. He became distracted, watching the fun cartoons, and closely followed the paper thin plot.

Pop walked in and giggled at his little brother. He found it so fun to be the bigger, older one. His experiences had been much different than Pan's. His body grew and matured while Pan's shrank and regressed. New knowledge filled his head, mainly the education of school that he would have had if he had grown up the normal way. He had flashes of faces that must have been friends, but they would quickly vanish, only to be replaced with new ones. It was a little hard to get used to at first, but the more knowledge he gained, the better he could think, reason, and understand what was going on. It was still unbelievable that a simple birthday wish could be causing this, and he wondered if it was something else. Either way, he wanted more. He wanted to be an adult, just like Pan had been, and made plans to hurry things along.

Pan had become so engrossed in the cartoons that he forgot about his bladder. He soon felt an urge to go, and hopped up. “Uh oh!” he said.

“What's wrong?” asked Cinnamon.

“I gotta pee!” said Pan. He ran quickly to the bathroom, taking off his shorts along the way, leaving them on the floor. He got to the toilet and tugged down his pullup. The toilet was so big now, but he was able to use it just in time. He looked into his pullup to see if any had leaked out, but he couldn't see any. “Ah, just in time.”

“Good boy!” said Cinnamon. “I know some day you'll grow out of having accidents. These things just take time.”

Pan blushed, still going. “Mom, please.” he said. “Privacy?”

“Oh, sorry.” said Cinnamon. She chuckled and turned her back. “You never seemed to mind before. My little boy really is growing up.”

Pan blushed more, finishing up. He tugged his pullups back up and flushed, then washed his paws. He walked back to the living room and sat down.

“Heh, forget something little bro?” asked Pop, holding Pan's shorts in his hands.

“Oh!” said Pan, blushing. “Gimme those!” He reached for them but Pop kept holding them up out of the way. 

“Say please.” said Pop, giggling.

“No!” said Pan, jumping and reaching for them. “Gimme! They're mine!”

“Not until you say please.” said Pop.

Pan stomped his foot and was about to have a tantrum, but managed to compose himself. “F-fine...” he grumbled. “Please.”

“What was that?” asked Pop. “I didn't hear you.”

“I said please!” said Pan, stomping his little foot again.

“Haha, that's more like it.” said Pop. He gave the boy his shorts and giggled, walking back to his room.

“Stupid Pop.” said Pan, putting his shorts back on. “Idiot. Moron. Jerk.” He huffed, sitting down on the couch and snuggling a pillow. He curled his feet up onto the couch, rocking back and forth, hearing the sounds of his pullup rustling, mocking him. He felt something inside his pouch, and reached in, pulling out a small toy car. He huffed and tossed it on the floor. Everything seemed to be mocking him and his condition. Most of the pictures of him in the room featured some sort of diaper or protection. From what he could tell, he had never worn real underwear. He knew that his words were coming back to bite him, and began to regret all of the nasty things he said to Pop. He squirmed, rubbing his wet nose into the pillow, trying to think of how he was going to handle getting even younger.

Pop put his plan into motion just before lunch time. He made his way into the kitchen where his mom was preparing some sandwiches. “Hey mom, can I help?” he asked. “Maybe I can get Pan's juice ready.

“Oh thank you Pop.” said Cinnamon. “Yes, his juice is in the fridge. Just pour some into a glass for him.”

“Sure thing mom.” said Pop. He got out the juice and a glass, then sat it on the table. He looked to make sure no one was looking then added some liquid laxative to Pan's drink. He smiled at his dirty deed, feeling naughty and almost bad for what he was doing. He thought it was something Pan might do to him, so he didn't feel too bad about it.

Cinnamon smiled and patted Pop on the back. “Such a good boy.” she said. “Always helping your little brother.”

“Yeah, he does need our help.” said Pop. He put the juice back and smiled.

Cinnamon placed a sandwich and some cookies on a plate at the table. “Pan! Lunch time!” she called.

Pan got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen. Once again, he got up into a seat and began eating.

Pop just smiled as he ate, watching and making sure he drank all of his juice. “Eat up so you'll grow big and strong.” he said.

Pan frowned and stuck his tongue out, which was covered in food.

“Pan, don't stick your tongue out.” said Cinnamon, scolding him.

Pan just sighed and kept eating, finishing it all, even his juice. Once he was done, he went into his bedroom. Suddenly all of his toys seemed like a lot of fun to play with. In his desperation and depression, he forgot that he secretly wished he could have less responsibility and play with toys. He decided to indulge a bit, and played with some action figures in a fun play set. It had lights and sounds, as well as working trap doors and an elevator. He looked around his room and realized he was spoiled. He had a lot of toys, more than he remembered having the first time around. He thought about it and realized that with the exchange, he was getting more and more of the attention he craved.

Pop knocked on Pan's door and peeked in. “Hey Pan?” he said.

“Yeah?” asked Pan, not bothering to look back at him.

“Look, I'm sorry for what I said and did.” said Pop. “I want to make it up to you.”

“R-really?” asked Pan, now looking back at him.

“Yeah, come on.” said Pop. “Let's play some video games.”

“Oh...okay.” said Pan. He got up, carrying one of his action figures with him in his pouch, and followed Pop to his room. He was surprised to see how much it looked like his room used to, with models and sci fi posters along the walls. His bed was large and had Star Wars covering on it. He had a medium size flat screen on his wall and a video game console hooked up to it. 

Pop walked over to his TV and sat in his gamer chair. “Come on, let's play.” he said. “You can sit on the floor or in my lap. Which do you prefer?”

“I think I'll sit on the floor.” said Pan, not ready to give his now older brother the lap treatment. He walked over and sat down on the soft, carpeted floor, once again feeling his pullup against his bottom. He was handed a controller, and the two began playing a racing game. Pan was never very good at racing games, but he did his best. His coordination was a little off, and Pop kept winning. He was growing more and more frustrated at it.

Pop noticed his frustration and stopped the game. “How about we play something a little easier?” he asked. He removed the racing game and put in a different one.

Pan watched as a colorful cartoon character came out on the screen. It was a familiar game series to him, though one he hadn't played in a long time. It was a fairly simple platforming game obviously aimed at young children. The two began playing, and Pan found it rather easy, but fun. After a while he started getting more into it. He was actually having fun with his little brother for once. For a moment he thought maybe his little brother wasn't so bad, and maybe his own actions were to blame. Maybe he should have been nicer to him. If he had, he wouldn't have made that wish, and things wouldn't be like this. Those thoughts drifted into the back of his head as he got more and more into the game. Pretty soon, the effects of the laxative began to take effect. His stomach cramped and he began feeling the urge to poo. He tried to hold it, wanting to finish the game.

Pop noticed him squirming and smiled. “Oooh, we're almost at the level boss.” he said. “Just a bit more. There's a really fun level next.”

“O-okay...” said Pan. He really wanted to see it now. He kept playing, pushing away the urge to poop. Soon he no longer felt the need to go, and actually felt better. He smiled and kept playing, but for some reason the controller seemed to be growing in his hands. He looked down and gasped, seeing his paws shrink. “Huh? What...” The familiar tingling sensation returned, making him shiver a bit. He looked around as the room seemed to grow around him. It changed, now having more mature models and movie posters on the wall. There were books on his shelf now, with some big words he could no longer recognize. He saw Pop grow, and noticed his clothes tighten on him while his seemed to tent around him. “Noooo!” He squealed shrilly as he shrank. 

Pop noticed and smiled, feeling the tingles of growth in his body. He was now going through puberty rapidly, and his height shot up by several inches.

Pan blushed, wiggling a bit. Something felt warm and mushy under his rear. Then the smell hit him. “Oh no!” he squeaked, dropping the controller.

“What's wrong Pan?” asked Pop with a knowing smile. “Oh, phew! You made a big stinky!” He began fanning his nose while putting the game on pause.

“I...I didn't...” Pan stammered. “I just...” He wiggled, feeling the warm slippery poop under his bottom. The odor of what he had done surrounded him in a palpable cloud, telling anyone nearby that he had pooped his pants. Tears formed in his eyes, and his regressed emotions finally got the better of him. He began to cry loudly, kicking his feet and pounding his fists on the floor. He was just seven now, and having a full blown tantrum. Not ran down his nose and dribbled onto his large shirt.

“What's going on?” asked Cinnamon, having heard the loud crying and entered the room to check. “Why is Pan crying?” She walked over to him and immediately picked up the smell. 

“Pan pooped his diaper again.” said Pop. “It smells really bad mom.”

“Awww, poor little dear.” said Cinnamon. She picked him up and his shorts fell to the floor, a little stained. “Oh my, your diaper leaked. Pop, be a dear and put his dirty shorts in the washer for me.”

“Sure thing mom.” said Pop. He smiled and picked up his little brother's poopy shorts, holding them out with two fingers, and carried them to the washer.

Pan wailed and flailed, sniffling and crying his little heart out. The world was just too unfair. He didn't mean to poop. He didn't even know he had. Now he was even smaller than before, and felt like an incompetent toddler.

“Now now Pan.” said Cinnamon, taking him to the bathroom. “It's okay. Let mommy take care of it.”

Pan sniffled and cried some more as he was put down on his feet. His mom seemed so large now, but her presence made him feel better. He rubbed the tears from his eyes and wiped his nose on his shirt.

“Here you go.” said Cinnamon, offering him some tissue. “Blow your nose.”

Pan blew his nose into the tissue, but could smell his accident even more now. He blushed and wiggled, trying to keep his heavy pullup on. “Mommy I...” he said. “I don't wanna be little no more!” 

“Aww, I'm sorry dear.” said Cinnamon. “We all grow up at the same rate. You can't rush these things. Mommy knows you can't help it sometimes. Even big boys sometimes have accidents.” She gently tugged his pullup down and turned him around to survey the damage. “Goodness. You got it all over you. I'll have to give you a bath.”

Pan blushed even brighter as few more tears streaked down his cheeks. He began feeling a strange urge to suck his thumb, but he resisted. He looked down in embarrassment as his mom cleaned him with a baby wipe from the waist down. He could feel it on his soft, bare bottom as she cleaned the brown mess from his fur, and blushed as she shook her head. He reached into his pouch to claim his action figure, only to find that it was now a small Playmobil toddler figure. He looked at it curiously and set it on the side of the tub.

Cinnamon got as much of him clean as she could with baby wipes, then began running some water in the tub. She filled it with warm water, then added some bubble bath to it. “Okay, hop in.” she said.

Pan looked at the bubbly water and back at his mom. Both seemed so large now. He had to lift his leg way up to get it over the side of the tub, then plant it into the water. Then the next foot lifted up and came down. He felt the warm water on his fur and began to relax a little. The scent of the bath reminded him of his childhood baths from days past. Even back then, his mother would often bathe him to make sure he got completely clean. However, now she seemed to be treating him more like a toddler. 

Cinnamon hummed as she dipped a bath sponge into the water, then soaked it up, and began washing her little man from head to toe. She worked up a good lather in his messy light brown hair atop his head, then worked down his face, neck, chest, back, front, rear, legs, and finally his feet.

Pan blushed, especially when she washed him down there, but when she moved onto his feet, they were so soft and sensitive now that he giggled a little, and began flailing in the tub. He felt tingles again, feeling babyish. Without realizing it, he lost yet another year.

“I know it's ticklish,” said Cinnamon. “but you need to get clean.” She made a point of cleaning his rear fur really good, until it was all nice and clean again. Next, she rinsed him off and let him play in the tub for a bit.

Pan sat in the tub of bubbly water, feeling very small and vulnerable. He saw a small toy boat on the side and gently pawed at it until it fell in. He began pushing it around the surface of the water, and into bubble banks. He started having fun, playing around and splashing in the tub. He even let out a giggle or two as he played.

Pop walked by, now sixteen, and saw the little boy playing in the tub. He smiled, realizing that Pan was regressing in more ways than one. He was starting to enjoy his second childhood, which made him happy. He even felt a bit sorry for having tricked him earlier, but knew he had more to go before he was done. He wanted Pan to be a baby after all, and that hadn't happened quite yet. 

Pan lowered his head down into the tub until his nose was at the surface, then blew air out of his nostrils, making the water bubble. He smiled for once, remembering how he used to play in the tub. He went all the way under and then rose back up with bubbles all over his head and face. He began playing with the bubbles, putting some on his head and then on his face.

Pop watched and smiled, glad to see that Pan was having fun. He was starting to think he would be a grumpy baby brother forever. It was very amusing to think that soon he really would be a baby, and he would be an adult. He decided to go back to his room for the moment and look through the school books that had shown up in his room. Unlike others, he was very interested in this new knowledge and wanted to learn more.

Cinnamon soon came back into the bathroom and smiled at the little surmelle boy having fun in the tub. “Okay, time to get out.” she said. 

Pan stopped playing, suddenly being brought back to reality. “Oh um, okay.” he said. He stood in the tub, feeling the water and bubbles fall down his fur.

Cinnamon drained the tub and rinsed the bubbles off of Pan, then plucked him from the tub and wrapped a dry towel around him. She wiggled the towel all around him, getting him mostly dry, then pulled out a small hand dryer and began drying his fur.

Pan stood there blushing, but smiling as he was lovingly dried by his mom. His soft fur poofed out, making him look like a chunky cotton ball.

Cinnamon brushed Pan's fur with a soft brush while humming and smiling. Once she had him all clean, dry, and brushed, she pulled out a fresh pair of pullups for him. “Okay sweety, step in.” she said.

Pan blushed and did so, allowing her to pull them up his legs. “I can do it.” he squeaked out childishly.

“Aww, I keep forgetting how my baby boy is growing up.” said Cinnamon. “Well, go ahead.” She gave him his pajamas, which had some little smiling moons and stars on them.

Pan began getting dressed, but kept getting the legs of his pajama pants confused. He tugged one up the wrong leg, then had to back it out and start over. He began wondering why he was having so much trouble putting on his clothes. He finally managed to get them on, but ended up putting his shirt on backwards. He walked out of the bathroom proudly, as if he had made a big accomplishment.

Cinnamon chuckled. “Almost dear.” she said. He tugged his shirt off, turned it around, and put it back on him. “There we go.” 

Pan blushed again and looked down at himself. He could see the pullup bulging under his pajama pants. They rustled a little as he walked, but by now he was getting used to it. “Thanks mom.” he said, enjoying her attention. His little nub of a tail wiggled happily, making his pullup rustle.

“You're welcome dear.” said Cinnamon. “Now go play while I finish up dinner.”

“Okay.” said Pan. He ventured off down the much larger hallway. He was no longer tall enough to see some of the pictures, but he could still see some of him as a baby, as well as a few of Pop as a child. He saw a particular photo of himself as a baby, crying while sitting on Pop's lap. He just blushed and sighed, thinking this was all very weird. His future and his past were about to collide. He continued on to his room, which was now all decked out in a theme of cartoon characters, toys, plushies, and simple little games. His walls were painted a pastel blue, and his floor was a soft beige carpet. In the corner, the floor was covered in a soft, colorful foam flooring that looked like puzzle pieces. There were simpler toys on it like building blocks and stacking rings. Curiously, he walked over to them and looked down. He picked up a small block and looked at it. It was made of wood, and had little dents in it, obviously from biting or chewing on it. “Do I...chew on stuff?” he wondered. “I'm not that little...” He looked into a floor length mirror, and saw his little seven-year-old self in childish pajamas. “Not yet anyway. They must be leftovers from my...babyhood.” He shuffled his feet on the soft foam play floor, enjoying the feeling on his toes. He walked over to some toy cars and began playing with them. There was a long plastic road with a loop and a ramp, obviously setup by his mom and dad, or maybe even with Pop's help. He put a car at the top and let it roll down the ramp, then watched as it went around curves and through the loop, then crossed a finish line onto the carpet. It was very entertaining for his regressed kid brain, and he found himself doing it over and over again. He would pad over to where the car lay and pick it up, then carry it back to the start and put it back at the top. Soon he had several cars going at once, smiling and giggling at them all bumping into each other at the finish line.

Next, Pan decided to play with some of the simple Lego sets he had. He sat down on his floor with the set out in front of him, and began putting it together. Time flew by, and before he could finish, he heard his mom calling.

“Pan! Pop! Dinner!” Cinnamon announced.

Pan got up and stretched, then put one of the toy cars in his pouch and headed down the hallway to the dining room table. He was surprised when Pop actually picked him up. “Whoa!” he squeaked.

“Up you go.” said Pop, helping Pan into his seat.

“Hmf, I don't need help.” said Pan.

“Aww, you're sweet to help him Pop.” said Cinnamon. 

“It's no problem.” said Pop, sitting down on the other side of the table.

Pan blushed and sighed. “Thanks...” he said finally.

Cinnamon put out a plate of chicken nuggets and tater tots for Pan, while she and Pop had steak.

“How come I don't get that?” asked Pan.

“You always have a tough time chewing steak.” said Cinnamon. “Besides, you love chicken nuggets and tater tots.”

“No fair...” said Pan. He picked up a small chicken nugget, dipped it into some ketchup, then ate it. It was actually very tasty, and he ate another, then another. Soon he was greedily eating all of it, and drinking his juice from a small plastic cup. He smiled and felt the need to pee again. Instead of trying to fight it, this time he let go. He felt his pullup grow warm and wet while he continued to eat. His fingers and hands grew smaller, and his feet shrank until his pajama pants nearly engulfed them. He saw Pop have a growth spurt and his clothes stretch on him. He just smiled as if he were getting away with something clever. “Heh, he'll have to deal with all of that dumb adult stuff while I get to play.” he thought. He kicked his feet, feeling the bottoms of his pajama pants wiggle against his feet. His pullup felt warm and roomy now. He was starting to like the feeling.

Pop noticed and smiled, thinking Pan must have just had an accident. He noticed that Pan seemed happy about it though, and began to wonder just what he was thinking. Could he be enjoying is gradual crawl into infancy? He finished eating and put his plate in the sink, then walked over and ruffled Pan's head fur.

Pan smiled at the attention, now having ketchup on his face. 

“All done?” asked Cinnamon.

Pan nodded and drank the last of his juice. “Uh huh.” he said.

“Good boy.” said Cinnamon. She picked up his plate and took it to the sink.

Pop once again picked up Pan and put him down on the floor. He chuckled a little, seeing his pajamas and pullup sagging on him a little. “I think Pan had an accident.” he said.

“Oh?” asked Cinnamon. “Can you change him while I clean these dishes?”

“Sure thing mom.” said Pop. “Come on little guy.” He took Pan by the hand and led him down the hallway.

Pan gulped, looking up at his sixteen-year-old “little” brother. He kept tugging his pants up and blushing at what was about to happen.

Pop took Pan into his room and began tugging his pajama pants down. “Wow, I get to change you this time.” he said. “This is so weird.”

“Yeah...” said Pan. “Weird...” He blushed as his brother tugged his pajama pants off, lifting his feet when needed. He blushed more when his pullup was tugged down and off, exposing his wet fur.

Pop smiled and plucked a few baby wipes from the container, then began wiping Pan clean. “I saw you smiling.” he said. “You're starting to like this aren't you?”

“S-sorta.” said Pan. He looked away while he was being cleaned, but felt the cool wet wipe on his fur. This must have been how Pop felt when he cleaned him up. He reached down into his pouch, looking for his toy car to play with, but it was gone. Instead, he found a piece of candy covered in fur. He made a yucky face and tossed it away. He looked at Pop closer, seeing how big and mature he had become. His face no longer had a childish look to it, and he seemed to be happy as well. “Y-you like bein' older?”

“Yeah I do.” said Pop, tossing the used wipes. He got out a fresh pullup and sprinkled some baby powder into it. “It's fun learning new things. I know so much now. Mom trusts me with lots of stuff, and I kind of like helping you.” He held the pullup open for Pan.

Pan blushed and stepped into the pullup. “Y-you do?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I know you didn't.” said Pop, pulling the pullup up between his brother's legs. “I'm sorry if I was a pest to you. I hope that you at least loved me.”

Pan blushed and nodded, holding his arm and looking down at the floor. “Uh huh.” he said. “S-sorry I was a jerk.”

“I'm so glad to hear you say that.” said Pop. He gave his shrunken little brother a big hug, patting his back.

Pan hugged back, sniffling and smiling as a tear or two rolled down his chubby cheeks. “I...I guess I'm gonna be a baby, huh?” he asked.

“I think so.” said Pop. He noticed Pan crying and dried his tears with a tissue. “Think you'll be okay?”

Pan nodded and blushed. “Uh huh.” he said. “I can be a baby if you're gonna be my big bro.”

“Aww, thanks.” said Pop. “That means a lot to me.”

Pan smiled, wiggling his nubby tail. 

“It's almost bed time.” said Pop. “Want to play some?”

“Yeah!” said Pan. 

“How about hide and seek?” asked Pop.

“Okay!” said Pan.

“You're smallest, so you go hide first.” said Pop.

“Okay!” said Pan. He waddled off to hide, going down the hallway and to Pop's room. He saw how big and intimidating it was now. There were things around that he didn't fully understand, like science experiments and a poster of the elements. He had a computer now, and it was an impressive setup. It looked new, and he figured it must have been one of his new birthday gifts. Hanging on the wall was a familiar set of keys. “Those are my car keys!” he thought. “He's driving my car now. Is he really that old?” He suddenly remembered the game he was playing, and decided that it wasn't important right now. He got down on his hands and knees and hid under the bed. There, he found what must have been some of Pop's old things from childhood. He had some boxes with action figures and model kits in them. He became distracted with them, playing under the bed.

Pop counted to ten and began looking for Pan. He searched around in his room, then moved down the hall to the bathroom. He checked the tub and the closet, but he wasn't there. He even checked their parents' room, but he wasn't in there either. He heard some giggling as he passed his room, and peeked in. He bent down and looked under his bed and smiled, seeing Pan's padded rear and feet poking out. He chuckled and poked one of his feet. “Beep beep!” he said.

Pan meeped and jumped, bumping his head on the bed frame. He groaned a little and shook his head. It didn't actually hurt, but the sudden surprise of bumping his noggin caused a swell of childish emotions within him, and he began to cry loudly.

“Aww, Pan, did you bump your head?” asked Pop.

Pan cried loudly and nodded, sniffling. “Uh huh!” he said. “It hurt!”

“Come on out.” said Pop.

Pan wiggled out from under the bed and stood in front of Pop, sniffling and quieting down now.

Pop wiped his tears away and held a tissue to his nose. “It's okay pal. Here, blow your nose.”

Pan blew his nose in the tissue and hiccuped a little.

Pop smiled down at him and rubbed his little head. “There, all better?” he asked.

Pan nodded and smiled a little. “Y-yeah...” he said. “Thanks.”

“What's wrong in here?” asked Cinnamon. She had heard Pan crying and came to check.

“It's nothing mom.” said Pop. “Pan just bonked his head while playing under my bed.”

“Aww, well, it's nearly time for bed anyway.” said Cinnamon. “Come on, let mommy help you get ready.”

“Okay mom.” said Pan. He left the room and followed his mom to the bathroom. There, he stepped up on a stool in front of the sink. His mom prepared his tooth brush for him, and he brushed his teeth, then rinsed. With his mouth all fresh, he was led back to his room, but was confused when his mom began taking his pullup off.

Cinnamon tugged Pan's pullup down and off, then got out something much thicker and crinklier. 

Pan blushed and gasped, realizing that she held a diaper in her hands. It was baby blue, but had some little clouds on it to indicate wetness. “Diapers?!” he squeaked. “I'm not a baby mom.”

“Yes dear.” said Cinnamon. “But you wear these every night. You always have. You know the last time we tried a pullup, you leaked and got your bed all wet. We'll have to stick with diapers until you can wake up dry for a whole week.”

“A whole week?” asked Pan. Impossible. Especially now.

“Yes, think you can do it?” asked Cinnamon. “Can you be a big boy for mommy?”

Pan thought about it, and knew he wasn't going to be a big boy for a long time. Even so, he wanted to make his mom proud and happy. “Uh huh!” he said. “I can do it!”

“Good boy.” said Cinnamon. She picked up Pan and laid him on his changing table. She lifted him by the ankles and slid the open diaper under his tush, then sprinkled some baby powder on him and taped it snugly around his waist. She then picked him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “My big boy.”

“Hehe, thanks mommy.” said Pan. He smiled and hugged her tightly.

Cinnamon pulled the sheets of his bed down and laid Pan in his bed, then pulled the sheets up over him and tucked him in. “Good night little one.” she said. She turned off his lights, but left a night light on. “Sleep well.”

“Good night mommy.” said Pan. He curled up with a plush elephant and felt so snug and comfy. Without realizing it, he began sucking his thumb as he fell asleep. That night he dreamed of being small and chased again, however, now the figure chasing him could be seen clearly. It was an adult Pop, and he was no longer making fun of him or calling him a baby. Instead, he was playfully chasing him as he was playing tag. He looked so happy and playful, so Pan played along, running and giggling. He slowed down, growing smaller, and ended up on his hands and knees. He crawled along, now wearing a thick diaper, and got scooped up by Pop. A pacifier was placed in his mouth, and he began to suckle on it, smiling.

The next morning Pan woke up even smaller. He sat up and felt a warm wetness around his crotch. He must have recently wet his diaper. He pulled the sheets off and saw that his diaper was too big. As a result, he had leaked on his sheets. He could feel and hear something crinkling under his sheets, and knew instantly that they were plastic sheets to protect the mattress. His bed now had side rails to keep him from falling out of it, and it was shaped like a small, red race car. There were several plush toys on his bed now, including the elephant one he was all snuggled up with. His cool race track was gone, but in its place was a big dinosaur play set. There were squat little figures sitting on it and around it. There were building blocks scattered on the floor, and now most of his floor was covered in soft, safe, colorful foam squares with letters and numbers on them. His changing table was still there, but now there were stacks of diapers and pullups in his size, all with Paw Patrol characters on them. He reached out with his small hand and grabbed a side of the rail. His hand looked so tiny now, not to mention soft and chunky. He managed to wiggle out of his bed, and stood on chubby little legs. They were a little weak, and he wobbled, but held onto the bed for stability. His heavy, wet diaper slid down his hips and then plopped to the floor. He blushed and bent down to pick them up, but then his lights came on.

“Good morning sweety!” said Cinnamon in a sweet, motherly voice. “Aww, you must have really soaked your diaper last night.” She walked over and picked him up, sliding his diaper off and tossing it in the diaper pail.

“Mownin mommy!” he squeaked. He blushed at his high pitched voice and toddler lisp. 

“Time get you all clean.” said Cinnamon. She laid him down on the changing table and began cleaning his wet fur with a baby wipe. She then pulled out one of the thick pullups and sprinkled powder into it, then slid it over his little feet and up his chubby thighs. She stood him up and pulled it up the rest of the way, then got out a cute little Paw Patrol outfit for him to wear.

Pan didn't protest. He knew he needed the care now, and there was nothing he could do. He wasn't sure he wanted to try, yet part of him still wanted to be a big boy for his mommy.

Cinnamon carried her little boy out to the dining room, where she placed him into a booster seat at the table. 

Pan looked around for Pop, but didn't see him. “Mommy? Whewe Pop?” he asked.

“Your big brother?” asked Cinnamon. “Silly, you know he lives with his girlfriend Muffin now.”

“M-Muffin?” asked Pan. “He has my girlfriend too?!” Part of him felt angry and jealous, but part of him was happy for him, and happy that Muffin would likely know him again, although as a toddler.

“That's right.” said Cinnamon. “She works at the daycare you go to.”

“D-daycawe?” asked Pan. 

“Yes, you always have such fun at daycare.” said Cinnamon. She prepared some cut up pancakes covered in syrup, then put them in front of Pan with a small toddler-sized fork. “Eat up sweety, then we can go see her.”

“O-okay mommy.” said Pan. He ate with his tiny fork. Each syrup drenched bite tasted extra sweet to him now. His regressed tasted buds really loved sweet things. He ate happily but messily, getting syrup stuck to his face fur and hands. He looked around for his juice, and saw a small blue sippy cup by his plate. He blushed, picking it up, and placing it in his mouth. He suckled a little, feeling the cold juice run down his throat.

“Such a messy eater.” said Cinnamon, wiping his face with a damp cloth. 

Once done with breakfast, Pan was taken out to Cinnamon's car and placed into a child's safety seat in the rear seat. Pan recognized it as the same one Pop used to use. It felt soft and made him feel safe as they drove into town. They passed by the theater where he had been just the other day, as a teen. He blushed, remembering his pants wetting incident, and looked down at his pullup. He kicked his little legs and saw his cute Paw Patrol shoes. He felt so small in a huge world. Soon they pulled up to a brightly colored daycare with cartoon characters painted on the outside. He looked at the name, but for some reason it looked like strange symbols to him. He realized he had forgotten how to read, and would have to relearn that as well as everything else all over again. 

Cinnamon got out and removed Pan from his seat, then put him down on the ground. She held his little hand and walked slowly with him up to the daycare, then went inside.

Pan held his mom's hand, noticing how big it was now. Everything was so huge and scary, but he wanted to be brave for his mommy. Inside the daycare, he could hear the sounds of other small children laughing and playing, as well as some babies babbling and crying. It smelled like powder, crayons, and diapers. 

“Good morning Muffin!” said Cinnamon, walking up to her.

“Good morning Cinnamon!” said Muffin. She looked down at Pan and smiled. “Morning sweety!” She smiled and ruffled his head fur.

Pan blushed and gulped. She looked exactly the same, though now much bigger. She sounded so nice and sweet, and talked to him the way she had previously talked with Pop. He knew that she didn't work at the daycare before, but for some reason did now. “M-m-mownin Muffin.” he said shyly. “Y-yoo wemembah me?”

“Aww, of course I do silly!” said Muffin. “You're Pop's baby brother! My sweet little man.”

Pan blushed. “Oh...otay.” he said. He had wondered if she remembered the old him, the adult him. Apparently not. 

“Be good for Muffin while mommy goes to work, okay Pan?” said Cinnamon. She leaned down and kissed him on the head.

“O...okay mommy.” said Pan. He watched as his mom left, and began feeling a strange sensation. He didn't like that she was leaving. She was like his safety net, the source of his comfort and the center of his whole world. He reached out to her with his little hand and sniffled. “Mo-mommy...”

“Aww, it's okay.” said Muffin. She picked up little Pan and bounced him in her arms a little. “She'll be back soon. Why don't you go and play with your little friends?”

Pan sniffled and rubbed his nose with his arm. “O-otay.” he said, sounding like a sniveling toddler. He was taken to an area separated by colorful baby gates, and placed down on a soft foam floor, not unlike the one in his nursery of a room. He shyly wondered around, wondering which of the toddlers were his friends. Curiously, he reached into his pouch and pulled out a sticky piece of candy. Ordinarily it would have disgusted him, but now he found it to be more of a surprise treasure. He popped it in his mouth and munched on it happily as he toddled around the daycare.

“Pan!” shouted a small toddler chipmunk wearing overalls. “Come pway wif us!”

“H-hi!” said Pan, his little heart racing. “Otay!” He toddled over to a group of toddlers all playing in a play castle. There was a small toddler skunk wearing shortalls and a thick pullup, a little bunny girl with pigtails wearing a pink and white checkered dress, and a small kitten wearing a football team shirt and shorts.

The chipmunk began climbing the side of the castle, and the skunk followed. They reached the top then slid down a short slide to the floor. It looked like lots of fun, so Pan did the same thing. Though the castle was tiny, so was he, and a perfect fit for it. He smiled and played with them all, toddling around, playing tag, and then with some blocks.

The bunny girl started to look bored. She grabbed a fake baby bottle and a tiny blanket. “Let's play house!” she said.

“I'll be the daddy!” said the chipmunk.

“I'll be the mommy!” said the bunny. “You can be the baby!” She pointed at Pan.

“Wh-why me da baby?” he asked.

“Cuz I'm da big bwo!” said the kitten.

“Hehe, come on baby!” said the bunny. “We don't have any diapers, but your pullup is close enough.”

Pan wasn't sure what to do, but he didn't want to make trouble, so he went along with it. He wasn't the only one wearing pullups, but he did notice that the bunny and kitten weren't wearing one. He toddled over to her and wondered what he should do.

The toddler bunny girl sat down on the floor and motioned for Pan to sit on her lap. “Time for baby's bottle.” she said, pulling out a toy bottle with fake liquid in it. It was the kind used with dolls to pretend to feed them.

Pan blushed and sat down near the girl, then scooted over to her lap. She was just a bit bigger than he was, but only slightly, so he knew he must be heavy. He gulped a little as the fake bottle was shoved into his mouth.

“Drink up baby!” said the bunny girl.

Pan pretended to drink and looked at the other two. The chipmunk was pretending to be at work, driving a train, and the kitten pretended to be at school, scribbling in a coloring book. His eyes darted around, looking for Muffin. He would much rather be with her right now. He felt a rumbling in his gut. He squirmed, feeling a pressure that needed to be released. He whined a little and spit the bottle out.

“What's the matter baby?” asked the bunny.

“Gotta poo poo.” said Pan. 

“Well, yer a baby.” said bunny. “Babies use their diapees. Just use your diapee.” She held the bottle up to him, not wanting to stop.

Pan squirmed some more, but his efforts were in vein. He felt himself beginning to poop and blushed. “There's no stopping it now.” he thought. He grunted and pushed, feeling a warm sensation spread around his bottom. The smell soon followed, and the rabbit girl wiggled her little nose. Just like every other time, he began shrinking. His snout shortened and his features rounded even more, growing smaller and chunkier. His limbs plumped with baby fat, and his shoes wobbled on his feet. He rapidly ungrew from his big boy clothes, shrinking down more and more, until he was practically swimming in them. The mess on his bottom felt even larger, and he kicked his legs, causing his shoes to tumble off onto the floor. “Uh...”

The bunny girl looked down at the two-year-old in her lap and wrinkled her nose. “Uh oh, the baby is stinky.” she said.

“Bettew get Muffin.” said the chipmunk.

“Otay.” said the bunny girl. She got up, leaving Pan on his back, lying in his messy diaper and large clothes. 

Pan wiggled, trying to sit up. His body was so small and weak now that he had trouble just getting upright. He felt the mess on his rear spread around. The feel and smell made him feel so small and incompetent. It made him remember how Pop was as a toddler, frequently stinky and in need of cleaning. The smell didn't seem to bother him as much now though, now that it was his own. He looked at his smaller paws and the larger toddlers around him. He was no longer as big as them, and they now thought of him as an actual baby. He hiccuped a little, and his thumb made its way into his mouth as he waited for Muffin. He smiled a little when he saw her coming up to him.

“Uh oh, did someone make a stinky?” she asked, looking down at Pan. 

Pan blushed and wiggled, kicking his legs and sucking on his fingers nervously. “M-me did.” he squeaked, sounding even younger, almost like a baby. He was forgetting all of his big boy words and what they meant. He didn't care about that so much as getting the mess off him.

“Come on Pan.” said Muffin, picking him up off the floor. She was careful to keep his large clothing on. “I don't know why your mom dressed you in such big clothes.” She took him over to the diaper changing area, which had a few wooden changing tables and stacks upon stacks of diapers. She laid Pan down on one of them, then with a quick motion, she removed his clothes, stripping him down to his messy pullup. “Oh, a pullup? Your mommy must have thought you could hold it more today.”

Pan blushed and covered his face with his paws. He whimpered and squirmed, feeling the mushy mess on his bottom. “Nu uh.” he said. “It tinky.”

“It's okay.” said Muffin. “Soon I'll have you nice and clean and sweet smelling again.” She gently tugged the sides of his pullup until they came open, then pulled the front down to survey the damage. She grabbed a few baby wipes and lifted him by the ankles, then began cleaning his little bottom.

Pan blushed harder and tried not to look. His former girlfriend was changing him, cleaning the poop from his bottom as if he were a baby. She didn't remember him any other way, yet he felt like this might be the last time he could tell her something important. He worked up the nerve and finally spoke. “I...wuv yoo.” he said, blushing and sniffling.

“Aww, I love you too sweety!” said Muffin. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then ruffled his soft, fluffy head fur. She reached into her pouch, looking for something special to help sooth him.

Pan blushed and tried not to cry. He began to let out a few whines and whimpers, then he felt something soft being pressed against his mouth.

“Here you go.” said Muffin, holding a baby blue pacifier. “It's your paci!”

Pan blushed and looked at it, and up at Muffin's sweet, loving face. He opened his mouth and accepted the pacifier, and his fate. He felt the rubber nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it, slowly at first, until he developed a rhythm, and began suckling like a pro. It actually did make him feel better. It was comforting and soothing. The act of nursing had a profound effect on him, and quickly became his new favorite thing. He looked up at Muffin, who was smiling while cleaning him. Even though she was no longer his girlfriend, she still loved and cared for him. In a way it felt...better. Before he knew it, his dirty pullup had been removed, and a bulky diaper was brought out. He could see that it had some generic babyish patterns on it. He knew that it must be because the daycare orders so many all the time, they have to get more affordable ones. He laid on his back, holding his feet in his hands, and sucking on his pacifier. His eyes followed Muffin's movements as she lifted him by his little feet, then slid the open diaper under him. He could smell the baby powder being applied to him, then felt the diaper being taped firmly across his belly.

“There we go.” said Muffin. “All clean and diapered.” She washed her hands and picked up Pan, then rocked him gently. “Such a cute little sweetheart you are.”

Pan smiled and blushed around his pacifier. Looking at her big, pretty face made him feel happy, and he was glad that she worked at the daycare. That meant he would be seeing a lot of her. He was enjoying her affection and attention. Even though he wore only a diaper now, he felt warm and safe as long as she was around. 

Muffin carried Pan over to a different area than before, which was blocked off by a baby gate. In this area were some babies and young toddlers playing on a soft foam play mat while watching some nursery cartoons on a TV. They were giggling and babbling at one another as they played. She put little Pan down on his feet, still only wearing a diaper now. “Go play little one.” she said, patting his bottom.

Pan suckled on his pacifier and looked up at Muffin with big, innocent eyes, then looked around at the others. This was his life now. He had been reduced to an inconsequential rugrat and isolated in an area with others like him. He put one chubby foot forward, wobbling on weak little legs. His diaper crinkled as he moved and pushed his legs apart a little. It took him a little bit to get used to walking this way, but soon he was able to walk well enough to get around. He looked down at a baby koala lying on his back sucking on his toes. He could tell from the scent coming from him that he had pooped his diaper, yet he didn't seem to care. He knew that would be him very soon, but for now he just wanted to play. He toddled over to a large wooden box with colorful buttons, knobs, dials, and sliding beads on it. He began moving the beads around, smiling at how they moved along a swirling plastic rod. He sat on his diapered rear, and a small cloud of baby powder poofed out from the leg holes. He sat there and played with the busy box, being quite entertained by it. It was huge to him, and perfect for his awkward and chunky fingers. He kept sucking on his pacifier while playing with toddler toys, losing track of time. His attention eventually turned to the TV, which was playing Paw Patrol. He remembered it from his pullup and room earlier, and wondered what it was about. Pop seemed to enjoy it when he was little, so naturally he had dismissed it as a dumb baby cartoon. The more he watched, the more he liked it, and he became engrossed in the fun action going on. 

Soon, Muffin came back. Pan smiled upon seeing her and toddled her way, holding his arms up. “Muffin!” he shouted around his pacifier.

“Pan!” said Muffin, scooping him up. “Guess what little one? It's lunch time! I bet you've been playing so long that you must be hungry.” She took him to an area with high chairs and small tables, and sat him down in one of the high chairs, then tied a bib onto him. Other caretakers there had gathered up the babies and toddlers to feed as well, and they sat in high chairs and booster seats in a section of the daycare.

Pan looked around at them, then down at his high chair. He kicked his legs and drummed his paws on the tray, sucking on his pacifier. His thoughts had simplified even more, now mostly focused on what made him happy. When Muffin tried to remove his pacifier, he held onto it with his teeth, playfully tugging on it and giggling.

“Very funny.” said Muffin. “Not hungry? Would you rather suck on that pacifier than eat some yummy food?” She showed him some cut up hot dogs and chopped carrot sticks.

Pan looked at the food and dropped his pacifier. “Nu uh.” he said, opening his mouth.

Muffin giggled at the silly boy and began feeding him.

Pan accepted the food and smiled, giggling and dribbling some down his chin, onto his bib.

“Such a messy eater.” said Muffin. “But so cute. I can't be mad at you.” She smiled and kept feeding him until it was all gone, then pulled out a baby bottle of juice. After wiping his face and paws clean, she picked him up and held him in her arms, putting the nipple of the bottle up to his face.

Pan felt familiar feelings of when the little rabbit girl did this to him, and resisted at first, but then allowed the nipple into his mouth. He suckled, tasting sweet juice on his regressed taste buds. He smiled and continued to suckle from the baby bottle when his diaper suddenly felt warm. He kept suckling, kicking his little feet as he shrank one last time. He only lost one year, but when you are two, that is half your age. Muffin became much bigger, and so did the bottle. Once again, he was the only one who noticed.

Muffin held the bottle for the baby surmelle to drink from, cooing down to him and making funny faces so he would laugh. She felt his diaper grow warm on her arm, and without saying a word, carried him over to the changing tables once again. She rocked him and waited until he had finished wetting to lay him on the changing table. “Hold onto your baba now sweety.” she cooed down to him.

Pan grabbed the big bottle with both of his tiny hands, smiling and slurping down the juice. He felt the cool air on his warm, wet fur and wiggled. “This is it.” he thought, looking down at his little hands and body. “I'm just a baby now. I'm an actual baby. Pop must be an adult with a job by now. I bet he's having fun, but also has a lot of responsibilities. I don't have any. Not anymore. All I have to do is eat, sleep, play, and be cute all day. I don't even have to use a toilet anymore. Even if I wanted to, I'm way too small. My hands and feet are so tiny. Everything about me is tiny. Muffin looks so big, like a mommy. I bet she will make a great mom. I wonder if she and Pop will have kids. Maybe I could play with them.” He smiled, thinking about the future as the past grew more and more faded. He still remembered vague things about himself like being older, bigger, and having a car and Muffin as a girlfriend. Everything else was a big blur, but it didn't matter. He was happy now.

After changing his diaper, Muffin lifted up her little charge. “All done with your baba sweety?” she asked, plucking the bottle from his tiny paws. She held him over her shoulder and patted his back gently.

Pan cooed softly, feeling a pressure rising up from within. He let out a long, loud burp and spit up a little.

“Oopsie.” said Muffin. She cleaned his face and her dress with a wet wipe, then held him in her arms. She sat down in a rocking chair, rocking him gently and humming down to him.

Pan looked up at her and smiled. “Muh...muh...” he said, trying to say her name.

“Haha, no little one.” said Muffin. “I'm not your mama. You can call me Muffin. Your big brother loves you dearly, and told me to tell you he can't wait to see you later.”

Pan smiled and gurgled a response, wiggling comfortably in her arms. He couldn't wait to see Pop either. Her rocking and his full tummy began making him sleepy. His eyelids grew heavy, and he let out a big yawn.

“Aww, sleepy time.” said Muffin. She popped a pacifier into his mouth and continued rocking him.

Pan suckled on the soothing pacifier and closed his eyes. He dreamed sweet baby dreams, and when he awoke, he was at home with his favorite people. There was his mommy, Muffin, and Pop, now looking like a big, strong, capable adult wearing a dress shirt and pants. He looked and saw crib bars around him, yet he was in the living room.

“I think he's awake.” said Cinnamon. 

“I see his eyes open.” said Pop. He looked down at his baby brother and smiled. “Hey there Pan.”

Pan looked up at his big, adult brother and smiled. He cooed and reached up to him. “Popopopop...” he babbled, unable to control his tongue very well.

“Aww, he can say my name.” said Pop. He picked him up and cradled him in his arms. He looked, sounded, and smelled just like a baby, all sweet and innocent.

“Of course.” said Cinnamon. “That was his first word.” 

“Oh...oh yeah.” said Pop, pretending to remember. He sat down with his baby brother in his lap and ruffled his head fur. “Cute little guy. How is my baby bro today?”

“Bababah...” Pan babbled. “Gah goo gee...mmmah mah.” He was trying to tell Pop about his experiences and how he felt, but couldn't remember how to make words.

“Aww, really?” asked Pop, pretending to understand him. “That's quite the story.” He smiled and bounced Pan on his knee.

Pan giggled, hearing his tiny voice reverberate. He clapped his little paws and smiled, feeling loved by everyone.

From then on, Pan and Pop would remain close siblings, even as Pop grew older and busier with work. Cinnamon now had a better job, but less time, which meant Pan had to go to daycare most week days. However, he would get to see Muffin there, so he was okay with that. Their dad would come home, able to get more time off work to help take care of the baby, and also shower him with attention. Everyone seemed better off this way, even Muffin, who was very happy taking care of cute little ones all day. Pan would eventually grow up again, and in time he would relearn all he forgot, but for now, he was happy and content being the baby of the family, and they all lived happily ever after.

The End