Regression Replication

Chapter 1
Whole Story

It had been many years since the event known as the “Chrono Storm” swept over the world. It seemed to randomly regress people who were exposed to it. Many ended up as children, but many more became infants squirming in their over-sized clothes. Although they had regressed physically, they had not regressed mentally, and thus some were able to continue their lives and work. Others, however, were forced to change occupation or give up work altogether due to their physical reduction. Some agreed to be studied in hopes that their condition could be reversed, but many took the opportunity to start over, knowing what they did as adults. This meant that different schools had to be made for those who were formerly adults and those who were actually just starting out. The daycare and diaper businesses boomed, since even regressed adults still tended to need help in their day to day lives. Many lost their potty training and seemed to have a hard time relearning. In spite of these things, life went on, though in many new and strange ways.

At a prestigious college, the campus buzzes with the bustle of students and visitors walking around. Fortunately, this particular area was spared from the effects of the Chrono Storm years ago, so all students and staff remained unchanged, yet familiar with what happened. So far studies into why the area was unaffected had yielded no results as to why. In the research department of the science building, many labs are researching different aspects of the Chrono Storm. One lab in particular contained a senior physics professor toils with a strange device while a young female freshman assists.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” asked the young eighteen-year-old female student. She was Asian-American with long, dark hair, and wearing a lab coat with a white blouse and knee-length navy colored skirt underneath.

“Yes, I believe so.” said the older man in his thirties. He was a little on the chubby side, having not gotten much physical exercise while working hard on his research. He had short, messy, brown hair, brown eyes, and wore glasses, along with a lab coat, yellow button up shirt, and gray slacks. He was currently working on wiring some sort of electrical device in a lab on a famous college campus.

“You know how dangerous the storms are David.” said the young woman. “Why are we trying to replicate the effects rather than work on something to reverse or block them?”

“Because, Mandy, we need to be able to have a way to test our shields directly rather than waiting on a storm.” said David. “If we can focus the energy on a target, we can safely test these things in a controlled environment.”

“Are you sure the panels you made will contain it?” asked Mandy with concern. “I don't want to end up in diapers drinking from a bottle while pouring over my finals.”

“I'm quite sure they will.” said David. “These have been shown to shield people from the storm's effects.”

“How did they test that?” asked Mandy.

“Oh, well, when a particularly strong part of the storm passed over this one city, a group of people inside one building were barely effected by it.” said David. “They examined the building and everything inside, and found out that the walls they had been made with a certain polymer most other structures aren't made from. Further study showed that these polymers resist the energies from the Chrono Storm.”

“Resist, but not block?” asked Mandy.

“Well, yes.” said David. “But that is why these panels were made thicker, with more of it. We'll also be behind another layer of it when we turn it on.”

“How will be be able to tell if the device is working?” asked Mandy.

“I'm sure you saw the two old dogs in the other room.” said David.

“You're going to expose them to it?” asked Mandy, now a little angry with her hands on her hips. “Are you really going to experiment on animals?”

“Yes, well, you must remember that the chrono energies aren't deadly.” said David. “I picked older dogs so that they could become puppies again, and have new adopters.”

“Well, I guess that's not SO bad.” said Many. “Even so, I think we humans should be the test.”

“You're free to stay in the room with it when I turn it on.” David joked.

“No, I mean, I happen to know that there are people out there who actually want to experience the Chrono Storm themselves.” said Mandy.

“Oh, you mean those people who have the strong desire to become infants?” asked David. “They like to chase the Chrono Storms, and some even study them even after they have been turned into babies.”

“Some like to wear diapers and pretend to be a baby as adults.” said Mandy.

“Yes well, their personal desires aside, if we did use human volunteers, the college would be responsible for paying for their diapers, food, and other things.” said David, adjusting a few more connections. “It would be too expensive. All puppies need is a good home.”

“I see your point.” said Mandy. “I suppose it is a gift to be young again, even if you do end up a diapered infant.”

“I don't plan on sitting in a diaper full of my own poop while running experiments.” said David. “So don't worry. I've taken all the necessary precautions. It'll be a small test, and not only is the chamber lined with the special polymer, but so is this whole room. If anything were to happen, the energy couldn't get out if it wanted.”

“Okay then.” said Mandy. “I do trust you, it's just that you never know. This stuff is unpredictable.”

“That's why we're studying it.” said David. “To make it more predictable.” He adjusted his glasses and looked everything over. “Hand me that crystal over there please.”

Mandy looked over and saw a small, multi-colored, four sided crystal on the table. “What's this?” she asked, picking it up and giving it to him.

“It was something found after one of the storms.” said David, inserting it into a spot in the machine. “Don't worry, it doesn't emit any energy. Not enough to make anyone younger at least.”

“Strange.” said Mandy. “How can a storm leave behind crystals?”

“Alteration of chemical compositions, mixing various elements, reversing time rapidly; it all has an effect on everything.” said David. “Not just people or living things, but objects too. If this works, it might just resolve that pesky problem of needing new clothes or smaller equipment when someone regresses.”

“It can alter reality?” asked Mandy. “That sounds impossible.”

“It's done such before.” said David. “Only seldom and at random.” He hooked up the crystal to the machine and then closed a panel around it. He made sure to enclose the entire machine within a box made with the special polymer he spoke of earlier, then walked to the back, behind a thick wall with keyboards and monitors behind it. “Okay, come on back here.”

Mandy walked back behind the wall with David, then looked at the monitors. “Everything seems to be fine.” she said. “Okay, I guess I'm ready when you are.”

“Okay then.” said David. He picked up a corded phone nearby, and elsewhere a phone rang. The school president picked up. “Hello. Yes. Yes. Right now. Okay. Understood.” He hung up the phone and began typing. “Just had to let the president know that the experiment is about to start. Just in case.”

“In case of what?” asked Mandy. “I thought you said this was safe.”

“It IS safe.” said David. “But you know, red tape and precautions. Everything has to be followed to the letter.”

“Hmm, I guess so.” said Mandy.

“Look, if you don't want to be here, I wouldn't blame you if you left.” said David. “Last chance.”

“N-no, I'm in it for the long haul.” said Mandy. “My internship depends on it.”

“Okay.” said David. “In three...two...one.” He pressed a button on the keyboard and the machine lit up. There was a whirring sound and high pitched whine that rose in tone until it was no longer audible.

Mandy kept looking at the readout on the monitors and adjusting for any power fluctuations. “So far so good.” she said. “Energy output is nominal.”

“Good.” said David. “Let's send in the dogs.” He pushed another button and a flap opened near the device. In walked two elderly golden retrievers who sniffed the device and then sat down and looked confused. “Increasing the output.” He turned a dial and the machine became brighter and the sounds became louder. The two watched on the monitors and soon noticed the dogs looking much happier and healthier. Instead of lying there, they felt a surge of energy and stood. They began to bark at each other as their tails wagged. Their fur became a healthier shade of yellow and their bodies became more lean and strong. Their slack stomachs tightened and their skin became more firm. They were back in their happy, healthy prime again, and began barking happily and running around with each other. They were grabbing each other's tails with their mouths and playfully tugging at them. Soon it was apparent that they were losing size.

“They're getting younger!” said Mandy. “You've done it! This perfectly replicates the storm's energy!”

“Yes!” said David. “The experiment is a success!” They continued to watch as the two playing dogs became smaller and smaller. Their fur became softer and fluffier, and their snouts and ears shortened and rounded. They were really full of energy now, and happily barking. Their barks became higher and higher in pitch as they grew smaller. One of them began to urinate on the floor in excitement.

“Looks like loss of toilet-er, paper training has occurred.” said Mandy.

“Typical.” said David. “Just about every life form is too weak to control its bladder and bowels at infancy.”

“True, but sometimes it can take away potty training before a subject reaches that age.” said Mandy.

“Yes, that's part of the random nature of the storms.” said David. “However, this should let us control just how much it regresses a subject.” He turned a dial and the machine began to dim. The hum became more quiet, and the regression of the dogs slowed dramatically. It looked as though they had both been returned to just under twelve months old. “Ah, success! Think of what we can do with control of this energy.”

“We could end the awful complications of old age.” said Mandy.

“We could cure all kinds of disease.” said David.

“A lot of good could be done.” said Mandy. “But a lot of bad things could be done too.”

“Yes, as with any science, it can be used for good or evil.” said David. “We just have to make sure those who have it act in the most responsible way.”

Mandy nodded, then noticed a spike in energy on the monitor. “Um, it looks like the energy output is increasing.” she said.

“Hm, you're right.” said David. He began typing away on the keyboard and adjusting the dial. The machine began to glow brighter, then dim over and over. The whir and hum became faster, as did the frequency of the glow. “Quick, adjust the flow on your end.”

“Right.” said Mandy. She began adjusting the settings of the machine and the focus through the crystal. However, the crystal seemed to be vibrating, as if eager to expel energy. “David! I think the crystal has absorbed too much energy! It's going to blow!”

“No!” shouted David. “Shut it down!” He turned the dial all the way down and began shutting down the device. However, nothing seemed to happen. Instead, the light increased in intensity, and the pups soon shrank down to a mere month old. They were tiny and chubby, wobbling around on weak little legs.

“Get down!” shouted Mandy. She grabbed David and hit the floor. The crystal within the machine shattered, causing the device to explode with a loud, echoing bang. Strong waves of chronomatic energy flowed through the room, seemingly even past the walls.

David felt a strange tingling sensation in his body. He looked down at his hand to see the mature, brown hairs on the back slowly disappear into his skin. “No...” he said quietly. “It can't be.”

Mandy gulped as she felt her shoes becoming loose on her feet. “D-David?” she asked. “What's happening?”

“We're getting younger!” said David. Being in his thirties, the changes to his body were harder to tell at first. However, he could feel himself becoming less tired and achy and more energetic. He knew what was happening.

“What do we do?!” asked Mandy as she crossed the threshold back into puberty.

“The polymer should be blocking it!” said David. “My god, it's getting through! I have to hit the alarm!” He walked over to the wall, which had a small red button behind a clear plastic cover. It was set low in the wall, in case anyone had shrunk down too small to reach the regular height of a light switch. He bent down, flipped up the cover, and smacked the alarm. The bells began to ring all over the campus, but the energy wave had already reached them.

“Ah! My breasts!” Mandy shouted. She looked down as her bust size quickly dwindled from C to A cups, deflating like balloons. Her voice grew higher and her clothing hung loose on her. She looked at David angrily. “You said this wouldn't happen!” She sounded more like a child now than an adult.

“I know I did!” shouted David. He began to type away on his keyboard as his mustache and short beard on his face began to recede into his skin, making him look younger and younger.

“No, no, no!” shouted Mandy, nearly stumbling out of her shoes. “This can't be happening!” She closed her eyes and began to cry as her panties slipped down her legs. She blushed furiously and quickly tugged them back up, but then suddenly they too began to change. Her panties were quickly becoming smaller and thicker.

David began to lose weight as his body became younger and healthier, now back to the days when he ate right and exercised. As a result, his pants slipped down as he shuffled out from behind the wall. He looked at the little one month old pups on the floor, who were still playing, but just rolling around in their tiny, chubby little bodies. He turned and looked at Mandy, seeing that she was now slipping down well below puberty. She looked like a school girl with mere dreams of what life she would lead. He looked at his hands and watched them shrink slightly. Any blemishes and scratches he had on them were gone, and his body slowly reduced down to his early twenties. Thinking quickly, he ran over to a nearby cabinet and opened it. Inside were diapers, wipes, and other baby needs. Although he had calculated everything according to all that was currently known about the Chrono Storm, he knew there was still the slim possibility for something to go wrong.

Meanwhile, Mandy was looking more and more like a child with each passing second. Her features were rounding and her chest had flattened completely. She could feel her adult teeth receding into her gums, leaving awkward gaps behind. Memories of braces flashed through her head, and she collapsed into her clothes, bawling and drumming her heels on the floor as she shrank down further, causing her shoes to fly off. Her body became softer and a little chubbier. Her hair became softer and lighter, turning more of a blonde color now. Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks as her clothes grew around her, except for her panties, which had thickened and changed into a pair of pink disposable training pants. She could feel her body shrinking within her own grasp, and felt her clothing sliding along her skin. “No, no, no, no!” she yelled, having a tantrum and flailing about as she shrank down into single digits. She was chubby as a child, and remembered how much she liked cake and candies. Her pallet began to change, reverting back to its childhood state. Baby teeth soon replaced the adult ones, filling in the gaps. She ran her tongue around her mouth, feeling the strange tingle of growing bone. “I don't wanna be a baby!”

David hiked up his pants and underwear, stepping out of his shoes and walking over to Mandy. “I'm sorry.” he said, his voice sounding much higher and youthful.

Mandy just huddled inside her tent of a lab coat, having long become too small for any clothes she wore. “S-sowwy?” she asked. Her little head popped up out of her lab coat, looking angry but adorable. “We gonna be babies!” She pouted and drummed her bare feet on the floor, smacking her shrinking hands on the floor as well.

“N-now now...” said David, still holding his pants up. “W-we might not get that young.” He gulped as he felt his height suddenly lower by inches and in small surges. He realized he had hit reverse puberty, and felt a tightness in his groin. His pubic hair had begun to vanish, and his features were rounding and softening. His glasses kept slipping down his nose, but suddenly he no longer needed them, so he discarded them. He held his pants up so as not to let Mandy see what was left of him underneath. “Um, I hope not anyway.”

“Wh-what about da puppies?” asked Mandy, sniffling, snot running down her lip. She was looking more and more like a toddler with each passing moment.

“They're fine.” said David. “They may need to be bottle fed for a bit though.” He reached down and plucked her from her pile of clothing, noticing she was clad only in a pullup. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue for her to blow her nose on.

“S-so wiww we.” said Mandy, rubbing tears from her eyes and blowing her nose. Her fingers were becoming stunted and chubby, and her arms and legs were becoming softer and weaker. She could feel her panties thickening even more as they bulged between her legs and became a pink disposable diaper. “Oh no! Not diapuhs!”

“Fascinating.” said David. “It altered your underwear into age appropriate diapers. He looked down at his own, but they were still the same, looking extra baggy on him. Parts of the lab began to shift and change. The consoles became lower to the ground, and the buttons enlarged into big, colorful, plastic buttons and dials as if on a busy box. However, the screen remained mostly the same, displaying the same data it always had. Changing tables and diaper pails appeared along the wall, behind a privacy wall that had once been the shielding that was supposed to keep them safe from the energy. David's height took a significant dip, suddenly Mandy felt a lot heavier. “Uh oh...” He put her down on the floor as he looked around in fascination.

Mandy looked around as well, but was more focused on her own situation, which had shrunk her down all the way to full infancy. Her arms and legs felt rubbery and weak as she tried to move them. She wiggled and tried to stand, but kept falling to her diapered rear. In frustration, she began to cry and flail, but suddenly a panel opened in the wall nearby and a long arm with a pacifier on the end came out. It inserted the pacifier into her mouth and quickly retreated. Mandy was caught off guard, and nearly spat out the pacifier, but it felt soothing to her. She began sucking on it and soon relaxed. Her diaper began to feel warm in front, causing her to blush and kick her chubby legs.

David felt his adult teeth receding into his gums, followed by another decrease in height. The floor seemed to grow under him as things became further away and out of reach. He looked down at Mandy and saw what she had become. “Uh oh, you're a baby now.” he said. He glanced into a mirror near the floor and saw a cute little boy, no older than six, with blushing cheeks, messy hair, and a cute little upturned nose, standing in comically over-sized clothes. “I guess I'm next.” He shuffled over to the door, leaving his pants and underwear behind, now just wearing his long shirt and huge lab coat. He pulled on the handle and opened it, then looked around at the chaos before him. There were a mix of diapered and naked babies waddling around the halls with little Fisher Price clip boards and crayons. There were some still shrinking and scrambling for clothes. The hallways themselves now had a soft, safe, colorful foam floor and white walls. Some students had taken to scribbling on the walls with crayons.

Meanwhile, on the football field, the team was running some drills when the chrono wave passed them. As their lives rewound, the college students began looking more like high school graduates, then junior high school students. The coach watched in disbelief as the team fell into their uniforms and fumbled around in their over-sized cleats. The star kicker raced up to kick the ball, only to have his leg suddenly shrink into a pudgy baby leg. His shoe and sock went flying instead of the ball, and he tumbled to the ground. He looked confused as he watched his arm shrink into his uniform, becoming a pudgy baby arm and tiny hand. The team watched as their star player's body regressed down into infancy before his head did. His jock strap slowly shrank and thickened, becoming a cute pair of Pampers with little football patterns on them. The poor star player looked confused as his head slowly shrank, looking like a pre-teen, then child, then toddler, and finally a cherubic infant with curly blonde hair. He kicked his pudgy little legs, then looked at his feet. His tiny, soft toes looked inviting, so he popped them in his mouth and suckled on them. The others were running around in a bit of a panic upon seeing their star player reduced to a baby. Their uniforms became bulky and heavy, slipping down and tripping them up. They ended up tumbling down in the grass, now surrounded by their huge and heavy uniforms. This didn't seem to stop some of them though, as many kept going, even though they had been reduced to single digits. The sounds of young men shouting and cheering became the sound of young children giggling and playing. One group decided to tackle another dwindling boy to the ground shortly after their jock strap had become a thick, puffy diaper, and they all tumbled and rolled around in the grass. However, instead of just tackling him, they all began tickling him, causing the field to be filled with the high pitched squeals of childish laughter. The laughing and squealing grew higher and higher in pitch as the field became enormous to them. The football itself changed into a small, colorful, hollow plastic football meant for babies to chew on. Even the coach had descended into toddler-hood, and began chewing on a set of baby teething keys that used to be their car keys. Some of the boys, now clad in diapers, snuck up on the coach with a large bottle of cold Pedialite, and dumped it all over him. They all giggled as the coach, surprised by the sudden wet coldness, began to cry and flail his chubby little limbs.

Across the way, the women's volleyball team was having a practice session when the wave passed. One woman jumped up to spike the ball, only to leave her shoes behind. She looked confused when her bare feet hit the sand. It actually felt kind of nice and warm, so she began wiggling her toes in it. They all began looking around in confusion as they were each suddenly experiencing puberty in reverse. Their chests were deflating, causing them to cover their breasts with their hands in embarrassment. Soon most of them were back in their pre-teens, looking awkward in their over-sized gym clothes. A few of them were lucky enough to have their outfits change, however, they shrank and became cute little onesies with the college's logo on them, and thick disposable diapers underneath. This happened even though they were still well above potty training age.

“Hey, I don't need diapers!” shouted one little girl.

“Hehehe, you sure?” asked another. She walked up and patted her on her padded rear.

“Y-yes!” said the little girl, still rapidly dwindling down. She soon grew shorter than the other girl, and blushed as her diaper became warm.

“Haha!” the other girl laughed. “What a baby!” Her laughter became higher and higher in pitch until she too was a chunky toddler. Unfortunately for her, her clothes didn't shrink, although her bladder did. She sat in her over-sized clothes and began sucking on her fingers as a warm puddle formed under her in the sand.

The diapered baby girl laughed and pointed a chubby finger at the naked little wet girl, then fell to her back and kicked her legs in the air.

Two other little girls had shrunk down to toddlers, and began rolling the ball back and forth in the sand. The big, hard, volleyball had become a tiny, soft, plastic version of itself, safe for babies to play with. A few others had begun making sand castles in the sand without a stitch of clothing on. They didn't seem to care about being little, but were soon too little to walk, and plopped to their rears, still playing in the sand with each other while giggling.

In the theater section, a play rehearsal was going on.

“Romeo oh Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo?” said a rather tall woman with long brunette hair. She walked around on the set, and as she spoke, her words became higher in pitch. “Deny thy father and refuse thy name!”

“Cut!” shouted the director, an older woman with large, round glasses. “Let's take it from the top. Romeo, you're needed on set.”

A gangly teenager wearing a baggy costume appeared on stage. “I'm here!” he said with his voice breaking. “Uh, something's wrong with my costume.”

“I think you're a little too young for this role.” said the director. Her glasses kept slipping down her nose as her features softened.

“What do you mean?” the regressing lead whined. “I'm Romeo!” He stomped his foot in frustration, holding his pants up. His tights were wrinkling on his legs and his cap kept slipping down over his face.

“I mean you're too short.” said the director, adjusting her bra and top. “Find a smaller costume.”

“Aw, no way!” said the awkward pre-teen who just shrunk out of his pantaloons. He stomped off with his bare rear showing, making the others chuckle.

“I wanna be a princess now!” said the former Juliet, now a child in a pool of a dress.

“No, we're doing Romeo and Juliet.” said the director, now looking like a frustrated teen babysitter.

“I wanna new dress!” said the little girl.

“Ugh, then go get one.” said the director. She sighed in frustration as she doodled in her notebook. The pen was feeling bigger and heavier in her hand, and soon she grew bored, as well as younger. Her height dipped and her chest flattened. Her shoes fell to the floor and her glasses slid off to join them. She looked down, now sitting high up on her stool, and climbed down. “Where is everyone?” She hiked up her dress and walked out of her shoes to the dressing room. Inside, the performers turned toddlers were all dressing up in various outfits.

“Yay!” cheered the former Juliet, now dressed in a fitting princess costume with a thick diaper underneath. “I a pwincess!” He giggled and clapped, then did an awkward and clumsy toddler dance around the room.

“Pwincesses is dumb!” said the little boy, now dressed as a pirate with a thick diaper. “Piwates is bettew!”

“Nu uh!” said another little boy, dressed as a cowboy. “Cowboys ish bettew!” He pulled out a tiny orange toy gun and giggled, shooting it in the air. It only made little click sounds, but he didn't care.

The entire back stage had become a play room for little ones to dress up and play. Even the makeup section was now just a line of mirrors on the floor with various colored body paint nearby. Some of the girls had begun painting each other's faces while some of the boys were putting clown makeup on. One boy had drawn a clownish face on another boy's bare bottom, and both were giggling as they pretended to talk to it.

“Evwyting you say tinks!” said the little boy.

“Hehehe, jus cuz I a butt dun mean I tink!” said the other.

“Uh huh!” said the little boy. He got out a large purple diaper. “Wets make yoo wess tinky!”

“Haha, nooo!” said the other boy. He began giggling and running around stark naked with a painted bottom as the others giggled and laughed.

It all looked like so much fun that the director herself joined in, now just a tiny tot as well. She giggled as she toddled out of her clothes and into the costume closet. She found herself a nice, thick, pink diaper along with a super hero mask and cape, then came back out. “Bewawe ebil doers!” she said, pointing heroically. “Diapee Gal is on da case!”

All of the little babies giggled and played, even as they began losing the ability to walk and began crawling around in cute costumes and outfits.

In the art department, everyone was in the middle of painting with oil based paints and sculpting with modeling clay.

“Okay everyone, I want you all to make art that really speaks to you.” said the professor, an older man with a short gray beard wearing a gray and white suit and white smock. “Use whatever medium you wish. You will be graded on style and substance, but not medium.”

The students began creating their own art, but soon found it more and more difficult to work with the mediums given. One student kept losing grip of the long paint brush and leaving errant streaks on the canvas. Another student kept wiping their face, getting paint all over it. Another kept changing their mind as to what they wanted to sculpt with the clay, and kept having to start over.

“This is harder than it looks.” said one of the male students, clearing his throat a little.

“Oooh, I really should have gone to the bathroom before class.” said another male student.

“You really should have.” said a female student. She was trying to paint a colorful garden full of flowers, but kept getting paint on her smock.

“You should mind your own business.” said the male student.

“Quiet now class.” said the professor, now having a full color beard. “Concentrate on your art.”

Everyone went back to painting and sculpting, but as their bodies regressed, they began losing tone and coordination.

“I'm going to make a big clay robot!” said one of the boys. His pants kept slipping down, causing him to reach down and tug them up, getting clay residue all over them.

“I'm going to paint a cool scene of space!” said another student, spreading tons of dark black paint on their canvas.

“You can make what you want.” said the professor, his beard beginning to recede. “Just remember do make it with heart!”

“We gotta make hearts?” asked one of the female students. “Well, okay.” She began drawing big pink and red hearts all over her painting of a beautiful sunset. As they shrank, so too did their canvases and tables. More and more they were leaving spots of paint and clay on the floor and on their clothes.

“Ugh, this is ugly.” said one of the boys, displeased with his painting of a building. He pulled it down and replaced it with a new canvas. “I wanna paint a super hero!” His paint brush vanished, but now he was dipping his fingers into paint and smearing it on the canvas.

“Oooh, fun idea!” said another student, now sculpting with Play Doh instead of modeling clay. “I wanna make a big cool car!”

“I like hearts!” said one of the female students, drawing even more hearts on her canvas.

“Look at mine!” said another female student, showing her finger painting of some flowers to the professor.

“Very good!” said the professor, now a young adult. He gave the little girl a smiley face sticker for her efforts, tugging his pants up again and again. One of the other students looked nervous. He was blushing and sweating a little as his clothes piled around him. A faint hissing sound could be heard, followed by a dark spot on the front of his bunched up pants.

“Oooh, Scott went pee-pee!” said a little girl.

“Potty pants!” said another student, pointing at Scott.

“N-nu uh!” said Scott, pressing his hands against his crotch.

“Scott did you go pee-pee in your pants again?” asked the professor, now a teenager in baggy clothes.

Scott sniffled and began to sob instead of answering. The puddle grew larger as he grew smaller, and soon another familiar sensation was felt on his rear. It didn't take long for the smell to reach the others.

“Ew, he went poo-poo too?” asked the little girl.

“Awe yoo a baby now?” one of the little boys asked, teasing little Scott, who was barely a toddler now.

“N-n-no...” said Scott meekly. He squirmed in his messy clothes, trying to keep them up.

“Let me check.” said the professor, walking over, now a young teen boy. He pulled open the rear of the poor boy's pants and glanced at the large mess he had made, then fanned his nose. “Phew! Someone needs a diaper!”

The class erupted in laughter, even though they were all soon to follow his example. Scott just cried and shrank more and more into his clothes, until he was just a wailing infant, kicking and squealing.

The young professor went behind his desk and pulled out some spare diapers, wipes, and powder, then came back out wearing nothing but his shirt. “Okay, time to change Scott again.” he said, sounding like a grumpy little kid.

The rest of the class just snickered as they shrank and painted. One student's painting had changed into a sheet of paper with macaroni glued to it. She happily began shaking glitter onto it before falling to her chubby little rear. Another student had begun tracing their hand on a piece of paper before deciding their fingers looked tasty, and began sucking on their thumb.

Two other students had begun painting each other while giggling. “Paint ish fun!” one said.

“Yah, I wike bwoo!” said the other toddler, smearing the other with a hand full of blue finger paint.

“Oooh, it taste good too!” said another toddler, licking his fingers.

“Ew, dun eat da paint.” said a little girl, mashing a ball of Play Doh into another. She sniffed the Play Doh and then sneakily ate some. “Mm...”

Meanwhile, the professor had managed to clean up Scott and get him into a diaper. “Okay, dun forget to tell me if ya hafta potty next time.” he said, rolling up his used clothes.

Scott just nodded and mumbled with his toes in his mouth. He patted his paint covered hands on the front of his diaper and giggled.

“Dat wook fun!” said one of the students. He began coloring on his own diaper as it turned yellow in front.

“Oooh, it tuwn cowors!” said another student.

“Wee-wee!” said the wet student, giggling and clapping.

“Uh oh, mow diapees to tange.” said the professor. “Jus keep pwayin fow now tiww I can get get to ya.” He toddled from student to student, helping to change their diapers as he got more and more paint on him. Soon he too had grown too young for his clothes, and felt something warm running down his legs.

“Hehe, oooh, now yer tuwn!” said one of the students.

“Yah, wets tange him now!” said another. The students crawled over to the baby professor and clumsily opened a diaper, then wiggled it under him. Another student poured powder onto him while another taped the diaper up.

“Fankoo!” said the professor. “Dat extwa cwedit!”

“Yay!” the infantile class cheered. Once all in clean diapers, they went back to their art projects, making messes of themselves and the floor. The room was soon filled with the sounds of giggling, cooing infants playing with their painted toes and crinkling in their diapers.

In the computer programming class, students were beginning to wonder what all the commotion was outside. The professor, a tall woman with short black hair, opened the door to see, and saw the halls filled with babies and toddlers, all waddling around, carrying toys and bottles. She quickly shut the door and turned to her class. “Oh no...” she said. Unfortunately, the door couldn't stop the effects of the energy blast, and she could already feel her clothes crawling on her.

“What's wrong?” asked one of the students, looking up from their computer.

“It's...it's the...” the teacher stammered.

“It's what?” asked another student. They soon noticed their teacher seemed quite a bit shorter than before.

“It's the Ch-Chrono Storm!” said the professor. She had a long, personal fear of being exposed to the regression wave after seeing what happened to her friend on TV during a report. She absolutely did not want to encounter the same fate, but now it was happening.

“What, no way!” said one of the students. One by one they got up to go see what was going on outside, but they also began shrinking more and more the closer they got to the walls.

“Everyone, stay inside!” shouted the professor, now a teenager. The class watched as her chest deflated and her features softened.

“What are we going to do?” asked one of the students, struggling to keep their pants up.

“Yeah, are we going to need diapers again?” asked one of the female students.

“I hope not...” said the professor. “B-but just in case...” She walked over to her desk and hit a button. A small door opened on the bottom of the wall in front of the classroom. Inside was a supply of diapers, wipes, powder, and rash cream.

“Huh?” asked one of the students.

“Um, w-well, after the Chrono Storm disasters around the world, they decided to install some safeguards in each classroom.” said the dwindling professor. “J-just in case.”

“Oh man, this is crazy!” said one of the students as they watched their hands slowly shrink and soften. “I don't wanna be a baby!”

“Me neither!” shouted one of the female students, clutching at her deflating chest. “I have a date tonight!”

“We need to get out of here!” shouted one of the male students. He blindly fled the room, but once he stepped out into the hallway, he regressed in a flash. It happened so suddenly that he was briefly floating in mid air before falling down into his pile of clothing. Soon after, he began to bawl and cry as he wet himself.

“Oh crap!” said one of the female students. “We can't leave the room, but we can't stay here either.”

“Either way...” said one of the male students. “We're going to end up like him soon.”

“No way!” shouted the professor. “I d-don't...” She had grown younger than her own students now, appearing to be back in single digits.

“Aww, don't cry.” said one of the female students, coming over to her. “It'll be okay if we all stick together.”

“Yeah, we can take care of ourselves until help gets here.” said one of the male students, now abandoning his shoes in favor of his socks. “We're all in the same boat here, so we should just wait it out.”

“Help is coming right?” asked one of the female students, now an awkward pre-teen.

“They should.” said the professor. “In the event of a Chrono Storm, there are teams that move out once it's over, and come see to the victims.”

“Great!' said one of the students. “That means they can undo the effects right?”

“N-not exactly...” said the professor. She felt her panties wriggling and thickening between her legs and blushed.

“What do you mean?” asked a female student huddled under her desk.

“She means we'll have to grow up all over again.” said one of the male students, his voice breaking as puberty undid itself. He quickly lost inches of height in an instant, and his pants fell to the floor. Luckily, his underwear had already transformed into a thick cloth diaper, complete with diaper pins.

“Diapers!” shouted one of the students. “Hehe, Greg wears diapers!”

“Idiot!” shouted Greg. “We'll all end up in diapers soon!”

“Haha, but it's funny!” the other student laughed. They began laughing so hard that a dark circle appeared on the front of their pants.

“Heh, who needs diapers now David?” asked Greg.

David looked down and blushed, covering the front of his wet pants. “It-it was just an accident!” he said. He too quickly shrank, seemingly increased by the embarrassment, all the way down to toddler-hood.

“Better get those diapers ready.” said Greg, dropping down into single digits himself.

“Right.” said the professor, now just a toddler herself. She began getting the diapers out with the help of the others, but kept stumbling and wobbling on her weakening legs. She stumbled out of her clothes in front of the others, revealing that her panties had turned into cute little diapers with video game characters on them.

“Well, at least we won't have to worry about getting a diaper on you.” said one of the other girls.

“Y-you can diaper me any time Greg.” said one of the girls, now in her single digits. For a moment, she was taller than Greg, but then they both shrank to the same height.

“R-really Alice?” asked Greg. “Um, y-you can change mine too...I g-guess.” He blushed and reached out, holding her hand as they both shrank more and more. Everyone was gradually becoming smaller, weaker, and chubbier. Greg and Alice went over to help David, who had become a squirming infant in his wet clothes.

“I get da diapee weady.” said Alice, opening a diaper.

“Otay, I get da wipes.” said Greg, sniffling a little.

David squirmed and kicked his chubby little feet, sucking his thumb and blushing as he was cleaned and diapered by two toddlers.

All the while, the computer lab had been turning into an activity center. Each of the computers had become a busy box, yet still performed the same or similar functions as before, and the floor had become a soft foam material. The walls were now painted like a pastel arcade, and the desks shrank down to tiny, chunky, plastic versions of themselves.

Greg looked down at his own diaper as he felt it grow warm and heavy. “Uh oh...” he said. “I did an oopsie.”

“Hehe, me too.” said Alice, pointing to her wet pullup. It quickly plumped into a full on disposable diaper with little flowers on it.

“Time fow diapee tange.” said Greg, getting a fresh diaper ready.

“Yoo fiwst.” said Alice, pointing to Greg with a smile.

Greg smiled awkwardly and laid down on the floor. “Otay.” he said.

Alice went to work, fumbling with the diaper pins on Greg's diaper. Her chubby little fingers didn't want to work as well as they used to. After awkwardly getting his diaper open, Alice blushed as she cleaned up the love of her life.

Greg blushed and wiggled, cooing at her touch. “Hehe, fankoo.” he said, kicking his chubby little legs.

“Ya wewcome.” said Alice. She removed his soiled diaper and replaced it as best she could with a clean disposable one. The others gathered around to help, since it took two or three of them to change one diaper now. Alice sprinkled powder onto Greg and then closed up the diaper while two others helped tape it shut. “Whew, das hawd wowk.”

“Yer tuwn.” said Greg, giggling and sitting up.

Alice blushed and laid down on the soft, comfortable floor. Greg crawled over to her and smiled, pulling the tapes of her diaper off, then pulling the front down. He plucked a few baby wipes from the container and wiped her down while the others helped lift her legs. After wiping her little tush clean, he pulled her used diaper away and rolled it up as best he could while the others replaced it with a clean one. He then sprinkled some baby powder onto her and nearly covered her in it by accident. She sneezed and giggled a little, clapping her chubby hands.

“Hehe, sowwy.” said Greg. He went ahead and pulled the front of the diaper up and over her crotch.

“It otays.” said Alice. She kicked her legs as Greg and the others helped to tape her diaper on snugly. “Fankoos.”

“Wewcome.” said Greg. He smiled and helped her up, then hugged her. Their diaper crinkled together cutely, and they went to play with their busy boxes until help arrived.

In the library, students were quietly studying and reading when the wave hit. The volumes of thick books began to transform into small pop-up books and thick cardboard picture books, all containing the same info on the same subjects, but now easier for tiny, awkward hands to hold. The students didn't seem to notice as they shrank and regressed. Their chairs slowly changed into soft, small, beanbag chairs and tiny toddler-sized plastic chairs. The elderly librarian was typing at her computer when it suddenly became an interactive busy box. Her white hair slowly darkened into a dark brunette color, and her wrinkles began smoothing out. She looked confused, but then began to press the buttons, making fun sounds. At first, she stopped because she didn't want to make any loud noises, but the longer she looked at it, and the younger she got, the more appealing it became. She was looking more and more like a fit young woman while the students sitting around reading and playing with interactive books were looking more like toddlers. The entire library shifted around, becoming more colorful, simple, and small. All around, students were toddling awkwardly, sitting on the floors with their books, and in some cases tasting them. The librarian looked around at all of the cute little tots and walked over with a book and began to read to them. As she read, her hair grew a little longer and more vibrant. Her figure became more and more shapely, then her figure began to slim down. Her voice was becoming higher and higher as she read. Her chest deflated, her stockings wrinkled, and her shoes slipped off of her slender feet. The students watched curiously as the former adult in the room slowly became smaller and smaller. Her voice rose a few more octaves as she dwindled down into her clothes. She was a mere child now, swimming in her dress and sitting atop a tall chair. She wobbled a little, nearly falling a few times, and had to keep adjusting the book as it grew large and heavy in her hands. Her voice became higher and less articulate as she descended into chunky toddler-hood. Her muscles weakened and softened, and she wobbled again. Luckily, her chair soon shrank down into a more manageable toddler chair, but she fell anyway, and was caught by a group of giggling babies who promptly helped her to get diapered so that she could join the rest of them in playing.

Outside on the campus, even unlucky visitors were being regressed. A set of parents walked with their ten-year-old boy to see their twenty-year-old son at his dorm. The young boy kept getting distracted by the sight of toddlers and infants waddling and crawling around the campus.

“How come there are so many babies here?” asked the boy.

“I'm not sure.” said the mother.

“Maybe it's some kind of hazing.” said the father.

“Babies are dumb.” said the boy. “They're not big and potty trained like me.” He smiled and proudly walked among a group of babies sitting under a tree, all the while shrinking himself.

“Now now, don't bother them dear.” said the mother, though she and her husband were looking more and more like students themselves.

“Ah, I haven't felt this energetic in ages.” said the father. “I feel like I could run a mile and not get tired!”

“Even with your bad knee?” asked the mother.

“Huh?” asked the father. “My knee. It doesn't hurt anymore.” He began kicking his right leg and flexing it while smiling. One kick sent his brown office shoe flying. “Ooops!”

“You're getting carried away dear.” said the mother.

“Haha, bay-bees!” said the son, now a toddler himself, waddling with a thick diaper between his legs. “Yer babies! I big boy!” He giggled to himself as his diaper grew warm in front.

“Uh oh, does someone need a change?” asked the mother. “Let me check.” She walked over to her rapidly dwindling baby boy and stuck her fingers into the leg hole of his diaper. Feeling that he was wet, she picked him up and laid him down on a picnic table. “Good thing mommy brought spares.” She pulled out a diaper from her bag, which had moments before been her purse, then began changing her son while the father went to get his shoe.

The son sucked on his fingers and kicked his chunky legs. “Ma-ma!” he said, giggling a little.

“That's mommy's smart boy.” said the mother, growing too short for the table. She had to climb up onto the bench seat, leaving her shoes behind. She smiled with gaps in her teeth, feeling so proud of her son for his minor accomplishment.

The father had begun playing with a group of other children in the grass, tumbling around and losing most of his clothes in the process.

The mother looked on at the scene of mostly nude ones playing. “Goodness, I didn't know this was a nudist college.” she said. She soon had her son clean and in a fresh diaper, then picked him up and hopped down onto the ground. “Oof, yer heavy.” She gently laid him down in the grass with the other babies.

The infant son cooed and kicked his legs, looking around at the others. They all gathered around him and smiled, pinching his cheek and patting his diaper. He was one of them now, but since he did not have the same education, his mind had regressed more into infancy than they did. He no longer knew of anything that was off, and thought they were just playing. He giggled and cooed at them, reaching out with his chubby little hand. It hadn't been too long since he was this way before, and those memories rose from the depths of his young mind, taking over once again, and pushing his “big boy” mind down.

The mother walked over to her husband to scold him, but forgot why. She stood there and shrank into her dress, then looked down at it, wondering why it was so big.

“Hehe, what ya doin in da big dwess?” asked the husband, now as nude as the day he was born, and looking like he had only done so three years ago.

“I was wookin fow you.” said the mother. “Whewe owr son?”

“Mommy!” shouted a two-year-old toddler clad only in a diaper, waving at them.

“Oh, dere he is!” said the father. He could recognize his son anywhere, and was so proud of how well he could walk with the others on campus.

“Hehe, Bobby!” shouted the mother, waddling up to him, leaving her dress behind. She hugged her little son, though now they appeared to be the same age. “Wuv you!”

“Wuv you too mama!” said the son. He looked over and saw his little brother playing with his toes in the grass. “Tommy!”

The little boy stopped what he was doing upon hearing his big brother's voice. He smiled with only a few teeth and a drooling mouth. “Bah bah!” he babbled.

“Aww, bwo stiww not tawkin?” asked the older brother. He reached down and booped his baby brother's cute little button nose, making him blink and giggle.

“Not yet.” said the mother. “He wiww soon tho.”

“He a smawt baby.” said the father. The family all giggled and began playing together on the open grassy field, happy as could be.

David was watching from a window, now just a toddler wearing an over-sized shirt which came all the way down to cover his chubby little feet. He felt something tugging his shirt and looked down to see baby Mandy.

“Ah need uh diapuh tange.” said Mandy. “Den we get back to wowk.”

“Oh, um, yah.” said David, suddenly feeling a strange warmth around his crotch that tickled down his legs. He looked down to see a dark yellow stain growing on the front of his white shirt, then blushed. “Uh, I tange yoo den yoo tange me.” He blushed and toddled awkwardly to Mandy, leaving a dripping trail behind him.

The wave had dissipated shortly outside of the school's campus, so the rest of the area was spared. However, word soon spread of what happened, and teams were called in to help. Among them was David's wife Clara, who was in shock at what her husband had become. She was in her fifties with graying black hair and glasses, and he was a mere infant.

“D-David?!” Clara called out, looking down at the chubby little one-and-a-half-year-old baby boy clad only in a diaper.

“Y-yus.” David said shyly. “It me.”

“Oh gosh, you finally did it.” said Clara. “You managed to turn yourself into a baby. I knew this would happen. I just knew it! What are we going to do?”

“Dun wowwy about it!” David squeaked. “I figuwe somefin out...”

Clara walked up to him and picked him up. “I told you not to.” she said, crying a little. She looked him all over, inspecting his tiny, chubby body. She flexed his leg and examined his toes. As a pediatrician, she could tell he was healthy in spite of becoming a baby. She sighed and bounced him in her arms as she would any infant in her care.

David blushed and couldn't help but coo and feel comforted. He too shed tears and rubbed his face on her blouse. “I sowwy Clawa.” he said.

Clara held him out at arm's length and looked into his big, innocent eyes. Her angry expression changed to one of sadness, then sudden acceptance. “Oh David, what am I going to do with you?” she asked. Suddenly she picked up a certain scent. It was a familiar fowl odor she had come to recognize from her line of work.

“Um...” said David, blushing horribly. “I g-guess fiwst...if ya dun mind, couwd ya tange my diapuh?”

Clara sighed and nodded. “Yes, of course.” she said. “I suppose I should get used to that.” She took him into one of the restrooms, which now had tiny training potties along with regular adult toilets, and a few fold out changing tables near the sinks. She laid him on one of the tables and removed the tapes from his diaper. Although she had done this many times before, this time it was her own husband. She shook her head in disbelief at what she saw upon opening the diaper. She wrinkled her nose and grabbed a few wipes, cleaning up the mess he had made.

David blushed bright red, being changed by his wife. She was so enormous to him now, like a giant. He felt so small and weak. Thinking about the future scared him. He would be a baby while she remained an older adult. He didn't want to condemn her to endless diaper changes, late night feedings, baths, and everything else that went along with caring for an infant. Yet what could he do? For now, all he could do was cry, and cry he did. The restroom was filled with the sounds of his infantile wail. Though he still had his adult memories, his regressed body and emotions were feeling such extremes that he couldn't control himself. Tears streamed down his chubby cheeks as his wife lifted him by the ankles and wiped the brown clumps from his rear.

“David please.” said Clara. “This is hard enough.”

David struggled to swallow his emotions. It was hard, but eventually he managed to stop, but was still shedding tears.

“Here, try this.” said Clara. She pulled out a pacifier from her pocket and popped it into his mouth.

David began sucking on the pacifier and wiping tears from his eyes. He sniffled as snot ran down his face and around the pacifier guard. He was surprised to find that sucking on the pacifier actually did help to calm him. The sensation of the soft nipple on his small tongue brought out a long abandoned way for his mind to deal with stress.

Clara wiped his face clean with a fresh wipe, then helped him blow his nose with some tissue. “I still love you.” she said. “That hasn't changed.”

David sniffled and nodded, smiling a little behind the pacifier.

“This will just...take some getting used to.” said Clara. “Like you said, we'll figure something out. This will take work from both of us.” After wiping him all clean, she disposed of his used diaper, then replaced it with a clean one from one of the diaper dispensers on the wall. There was even baby powder for her to use, along with an array of creams and lotions. After getting him properly diapered and washing her hands, she picked him up and held him for a while.

David cooed a little as he was held by her. He pulled the pacifier from his mouth to speak. “Fankoo.” he said. “I wuv you too.” He smiled and snuggled into her chest.

Clara smiled and put him over her shoulder, patting his diapered rear and rocking him gently. “It's a good thing you're cute.” she said.

“Hehe, it da widdle fings dat count.” said David. “Again, I sowwy. Dis gonna be a big big pwobwem fow a wot of peopwe, buh maybe some good come outta it.”

“I certainly hope so.” said Clara. She walked out of the restroom with him and looked around at the chaos of babies and toddlers who had once been students and professors. Thankfully, the recovery team called in had rounded up most of them and had begun the process of getting them all diapered and accounted for. For now she just wanted to concentrate on David, and getting their lives in order.

A few weeks later, things finally settled down. Things had gotten back to a sort of normal with infantilized students attending classes being taught by similarly infantilized professors. David and Mandy both sat in the dean's office, getting reprimanded by the now-toddler dean.

“Dis ish a fine mess.” said the dean, dressed in a tiny business suit and obvious diaper. “Ya said it was contained!” He slammed his little fists down on the table and took a few suckles from his pacifier. He had been a smoker as an adult, but now the pacifier was his oral fixation. “Now wook. Evwyone is babies!”

“We sowwy.” said David, dressed in a light green onesie with the words “World's Smarted Baby” written on the front, and a thick disposable diaper underneath. He kicked his little feet idly, wearing some small white socks and tiny brown shoes.

“It his fawt...” said Mandy, wearing a set of pastel blue skirtalls and thick diaper, along with little white socks and black Mary Jane shoes. She suckled on a pacifier and folded her arms, pouting.

“It bof yer fawt.” said the dean. “Ugh...to fink I was big once.” He looked down at his chubby little hands and tiny body, remembering what once was.

“I know, buh I towd ya it was wisky.” said David. “Ish stiww bein 'tudied.”

“Be dat as it may, yous in big twouble.” said the dean, sucking from his pacifier a little.

“Wh-wha ya gonna do wif us?” asked Mandy.

“Awe we fiwed?” asked David, tearing up a little.

The dean sighed and popped his pacifier out of his mouth, then rubbed his little head. “No...” he said. “Even tho ya did dis, we has seen a huge incwease in students. Othews who was tuwned into babies by da Chwono Stowm, buh stiww has aduwt minds, can now come hewe to keep wearnin n be wif othews wike dem so dey dun get teased by big peopwe.”

“Weawwy?” asked Mandy.

“Yus.” said the dean. “Ish a wot of cowwege age peopwe dat can now get dere education hewe. Pwus now we know we can wepwicate da enewgy. Fanks to how ya did it, most of da campus has tanged to meet da needs of wegwessed peopwe.”

“Dats good.” said David. “So wha ya gonna do wif us?”

“Yous gonna keep wowkin on da weseawch.” said the dean. “Jus no mowe wepwication. Fwom now on, onwy wowk on wevewsin da wave.”

“I dunno if dat possibwe.” said David.

“We gotsa find out!” said Mandy, having a sudden accident in her diaper.

“Ya gonna finds out.” said the dean. “Soonew da bettew. We wiww haf some othews hewe hewpin ya now.”

“Yah, my wife has vowunteewed to hewp uh...tange diapees.” said David, blushing. The adult woman sitting behind him near the door stood up.

“Actually, I have a request.” said Clara.

“Huh?” asked the dean. “Wha is it?”

“I've been changing David's diapers for weeks now.” said Clara. “Feeding and bathing him, taking him here and there. It's very tiring, and I'm still in my fifties. I'm only going to get older and less able to do things, but he'll be a baby. So I would like to join him in infancy.”

David's mouth hung open, drooling a little. He couldn't believe what she was saying.

“You wanna be baby?!” the little dean squeaked. “No way! We need da aduwts ta hewp!”

“You'll have plenty of adults to help.” said Clara. “I'm just one. As silly and stinky as my husband can be, I'd rather be silly and stinky with him than be his...his mommy.”

David gulped and blushed, but nodded. “I see.” he said. “Sowwy it been so wuff fow ya.”

The dean sighed and suckled from his pacifier. “Mmf...fine.” he said. “If it can be done safewy.”

“I fink it can.” said David. “Aftew wookin at da weadings fwom da expewiment, I see da fwaw. I fink we can make a way to wegwess onwy a few peopwe at a time. We jus has to contain dem to one woom, n keep it undew gwound.”

“Vewy weww done.” said the dean.

“Awe yoo suwe?” asked Mandy. She looked down at her diaper and blushed. “It not so fun ta me...”

“I didn't say it would be fun.” said Clara. “And yes, I am sure. I'm ready when you are, and when I do join you in diapers, I'll still help you with whatever you need.”

“Good.” said the dean. “Dat makes me happy. We need aww da hewp we can get.”

“I'll start with changing this one.” said Clara, picking up Mandy.

Mandy just blushed and squirmed. “Ya dun hafta...” she squeaked.

“Nonsense.” said Clara. “I'm used to it. Besides, I'll be getting mine changed soon enough. I should change as many as I can until then.”

“Um, fanks.” said Mandy.

“Wewcome to da team.” said the dean.

David couldn't believe his wife wanted to become a baby. He knew that she must have given it a lot of thought though. It wasn't something that she would have decided on lightly. He knew that it was a decision made out of love, and an unbreakable bond. He had never been happier to be married to such a kind and wonderful woman. Even so, he was determined to work has hard as he could to try and find a way to reverse the effects of the Chrono Storm's energy, if there was a way to be found. Already he had proven that the energy could have random effects on both the mind and body, as well as physical objects. He had opened up a whole new world of regression possibilities, but was it for the best, or would this turn out to be a mistake?

The End?

 

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