Collaborative Group Story

Update 4: The story is completed! Thanks for all who participated.

Update 3: The story will be wrapping up at Midnight tonight EST. Be sure to post while you can, as any unfinished material by the end I will finish writing myself so that we have a logical place to end the story.

Update 2: There's still room for more if anyone else would like a go, or if anyone wants to most more.

Update: How are you all liking the story so far?

I'm going to try something new today since our writers don't get to participate in as much. We're going to do a collaborative story! Here are the directions and rules!

Give a 3 sentence reply of what happens next in the story, to whomever posted last. Please however put it in a new comment NOT a reply to their actual comment. Every new post will result in the continuation of the story, and will be added to this journal. Feel free to get creative as just about anything goes as long as it doesn't violate any of the rules. Please do not do anything except contribute to the story, unless you're also posting a contribution. (Put your comments on the story bellow your actual submission within one comment)

Example:
Sentence. Sentence. Sentence.

I like how the story is coming along.

Rules:
*Contributions are on a priority basis. If you reply to a post after another person has, regardless of if you were beat by a few seconds your most most likely will be declined and you'll need to reply to the newest addition to the story. Judge what to reply to by the comments not the journal for best results.
*Please keep the story PG if not PG-13 at most. No sex or fetishes, including Inflation, TG, and BDSM.
*Please respect the wishes of the previous poster, do not do something such as "negate the effects of the last post" or it will be declined.
*Do not involve your OCs or characters into the story without first getting permission.

Example:
Sentence. Sentence. Sentence.

Could I involve *Insert name* in the story as a *Insert what*. (Reference image)
*Only 3 sentences maximum. No run on sentences.
*Only 1 post per 60 Minute Period per successful post.
*You may give characters speaking roles by using "Talking text like this" and letting us know who is speaking. Use proper structure for speaking roles.

If any further rules need to be added I will. If you get a "Declined" comment please review what happened and try again. Should you get Declined your 60 minute period doesn't apply yet. So lets get to the fun part, the story!

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Once upon a time a boy named Izo Matsushima was waking up from a long and restful nights sleep, stretching as the sunlight trickled onto his bed. It was time to get up and get ready for school, less he should be late to class again, something he didn't need with his current grades. As he went to his drawer to get come clothes, he opened it to quite a surprising sight; all his underwear had been replaced with diapers! He looked around, confused, already beginning to feel desperate. He ran around the room cussing and trying to find if his underwear were hidden, to no avail. He was left with no other options but to wear the diapers or go commando. He then looked at his watch, noticing that time was short. "It's not like anyone is going to see them" Izo thought and slipped one on. It had, of course been several years since he had worn one, however he was surprised by how comfortable it was. Izo slipped his pants on over his new diaper and ran to catch the bus. He grabbed his backpack, ran out his room and crushed into his mother who stood in the hallway. Surprised by the impact, Izo fell backwards and landed on his padded behind. His movements crinkled a bit as he looked up to to his towering mother who seemed to be more amused than angry to see her late coming son on the ground. "What are you hiding dear?" asked his mother, a sly smile slowly crossed her face. "Nothing..." Izo said, trying to avoid direct eye contact, the situation he was in was embarrassing enough without his mother knowing. Bending down to help him up, she brushes him off and helps get his bookbag back on. "Well you'd better get to the bus, I wouldn't want you to miss school." She walks him to the door, and gently gives his bottom a crinkly *pat pat* happily sending him off with "Bye dear! Mommy loves!" mischievously giving a sly little smile the whole way. As Izo ran out the door and up into the bus he felt apprehensive looking around at the other students. He kept wondering if they may notice, imagining he was hearing chuckles as he walked through the aisle. As he sat down next to his best friend, he out out a deep breath, knowing now the day would be a mine field to avoid letting the diaper get detected. As Izo was sitting next to his friend, he started to get a bit smaller. He thought maybe the diaper might have been the cause, but wasn't sure. He also noticed he wasn't just getting smaller. Finally blowing it off as something the bus was doing to trick his senses, he continued to ride along, having a nice chat with his best friend as they went. As the diaper loosened up under his pants, he soon forgets about the garment focusing on the day ahead. Upon reaching school however, his diaper came back to mind in quite the swift reminder when his pants fall down going down the steps of the bus to get off. As the pants dropped, Izo froze and the entire school looked at him. His face went red as he shuddered from the laughter directed toward him, not noticing the fact that he had shrunk enough that his shirt now covered more of his legs than before. Overcome by embarrassment, all he could think to do was run away, abandoning his pants as he rushed into the school. Izo continued running, the laughter following wherever he went. Several students had now taken out their phones to try and take pictures and video. He rounded the corner and follow an empty janitor's closet, locking the door behind him; all the while his shirt growing larger with each step. Panting hard, his face flushed red, he turned around and was suddenly face to face with his reflection in a large mirror. A reflection he didn't recognize at first, seeing the face of a pre-pubescent staring back at him. Getting the urge to check, he pulled up his shirt and looked down his diaper to find things looked younger in other places too. "What the heck is going on?" he asked himself, before squeaking at his higher voice, all the while the doorknob to the janitor's closet twisting and opening the closet. "Young man, what do you think you're doing?" bellows out the voice of one of the teachers, slamming the door open. Izo gives a jump in surprise, and unbenounced to him something gives way. "What are you doing in the janitor's closet? And where are your pants?" she questions. "I-I uhh-" he musters, before blushing red as she lifts his shirt exposing his diaper to those in the hallway outside. "Oh I see, you're one of the incontinent students and you needed a change. Well you know the rules all changes take place in the nurses office." Pulling down his shirt over his now wet diaper, he wonders in amazement when he had wet himself and how. "Come on, get along now" she insists, pushing him back outside the door again into the open hallway. By this point most people had gone to class, but a few straglers were still making it to class. Embarrased and unable to save himself from any other fate, he began to make his way towards the nurses office. The students around whisper things such as "Say he reminds me of Izo. He must be his little brother" and "Dawwww, one of the teachers must have brought in their son today. Isn't he cute?" Everything felt like a dream, as his slowly growing smaller footsteps aproached the nurse's door, the door seeming sort of imminence and scary now. His hand trembles, as he reaches up for the door knob and lets himself inside. "Hello, can I help you?" calls the nurse, as she turns around in her chair. "Oh my, are you alright? Where are your clothes?" she asks. The surge of all these strange and embarrasing things happening that he doesn't understand finally overwhelms, as he tears up and begins to cry uncontrolably. "I dunno was goin on an ephrythin's so big an scawy an I, I...WAAAAA" he mumbles between sobs. "Please don't cry dear, please come inside." she says soothingly as she closes the door to the outside. "Can you tell me what grade you're in? You look around maybe maybe a 1rst or 2nd grader?" she asks. "B-b-b-bu I'm in the 10 grade..." he tearfully retorts. With a giggle she says "Sweetie you're much too young to be in the 10th grade, or even 1rst grade I've got to admit. I must not have gotten a good look at you at first." His shirt, becoming too big now, falls around his ancles revealing his wet diaper, now sagging further than before. "You must be from the kindergarden class I'm guessing" she says, before coming and giving him a hug to help him calm down. "You seem pretty stressed. Would you like me to call your mommy to pick you up?" Giving into the fear of not understanding what's going on anymore, he nods in agreement with a sniffle. "Come on, lets get your wet diaper changed, and call up mommy" A diaper change and a short call later, Izo sits scared and shaken on the nurse's table as his mother walks in the door, his diaperbag from when he was a baby across her shoulder to his surprise. "Oh thank you very much for calling, I was so worried as to where my little baby had gotten off to" she says with her mischevious smile again, as she comes over and picks him up. "Mama whas goin o-" he tries to shout to her before finding a pacifier snuggly popped into his mouth. "You really should be more careful ma'am. It's dangerous for a little one like him to be wandering around. I thought he may have been one of the kindergardeners at first but he clearly doesn't look quite old enough to be in school yet." He wiggles and squirms in her arms, as she bids the nurse farewell and begins down the hallway again. His face flushes as he looks around in embarrasement, his fellow classmates staring and making comments about "how cute her baby is". "Mama's little man hasn't been doing so good in school lately, so I think it's about time we just restart. Don't worry hun I think you'll enjoy being a baby again. After all...you're only young once." she coos, as a pressure builds up in his tummy. Loosing control he feels his diaper sag down in the back, as more of the students around watch and giggle. "Smells like mama's little miracle's had an accident. Don't worry once we get to the car, I'll give my little man a nice diapie change, and a bottle of milkie." Upon reaching the front door, a peculiar sight comes to Izo's eyes, as he looks at his reflection in the window. No longer was there a prepubecant staring back, but a little baby, likely no older than 2. But while the sight was quite a shock, and pretty scary, something came to mind. He was a baby again, so he no longer had to worry about school, or responcibility, or even toilent training. After all that had happened, he couldn't help but giggle and smile, before deciding to milk it for all it's worth. This would possibly prove to be fun.