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Hello! Please let me know what you guys think. I am always looking to get better. Please let me know if there are any ways I can improve. Thanks! Chapter 2 Ryan woke up the following morning rejuvenated. He knew that he was getting on Jenny’s nerves, and he liked it. “Fuck her!” he thought. Ryan was getting sick and tired of being treated like an infant. He was a grown ass man and he was going to show her that despite his small stature, he can do whatever he liked. Ryan hoped down from his bed that was a toddler sized mattress and a race car bedframe. Unfortunately, at his size any other bedframe was too high from him to jump down from. His diaper was sagging from peeing in it overnight and he knew that he was going to need a change. Unfortunately, his condition made him incontinent, and he lacked the strength and motor controls to change himself. He sighed to himself knowing what he had to do. He waddled over to his door and yelled out, “JENNY! I NEED A CHANGE!” “COMING! JUST GIVE ME

(Age regression, diapers) Carter stares up at himself through the eyes of a three year old. He seems as if he's a giant. "W-wa...how....?" Carter trembles a bit, intimidated by his own face staring down at him. Wesley, in Carter's body, leans down and picks up Carter, in Wesley's body. Carter winces in panic for a second, not used to being picked up like this. Carter is settled in Wesley's arms. "I've got your memories, so I think I can do the test for you. You should have my memories too, actually. Remember anything about daycare?" He asked. Carter thinks about this. His eyes go wide a bit. He does have Wesley's memories of going to daycare. He remembers coloring yesterday, and running around with Sonny. He nods in response to Wesley's question. Carter feels himself starting to get bounced gently, accompanied by light crinkles of his wet pull-up. "Dish pewmanant?" Carter asked. "No. I just do my magic, and we're back to normal. The only thing that's permanent is that we get

(Has diapers and age regression themes) Carter is sitting at his desk in his room, with a science textbook cracked open and pages apon pages of notes from the past several months of class. The finals before the end of first semester are coming, the last wall between him and winter break. His three year old brother, Wesley, is playing with a toy car on Carter's bed, wearing black pajamas with little spaceships on them and a crinkly pull-up underneath. Carter is still in the same clothes he went to school in, basic shorts and a t-shirt. Carter simply isn't understanding a thing on any of the pages in front of him, all just science gibberish and meaningless diagrams. "Cawtew! Pway!" Wesley calls, completely unaware as to what Carter was doing. To Wesley, Carter is just doing grown-up stuff at a grown-up desk. Carter spins around in his desk chair to look at the adorable boy who was bouncing slightly and staring at Carter with hopeful, almost sparkly eyes. Carter looks back down at