The air seemed to ripple outwards from the book, as though it were the source of a gas leak. The two mommies were truly frozen, unblinking, unflinching. The same was not true for Brian and Rachel. They could still move alright, but they were nonetheless frozen where they were, unable to move out of terror. What could possibly be happening now? Already they were sitting on potty chairs, buck naked, watching kiddie cartoons. They shuddered to think this could get any more embarrassing.
As the ripples swept outward the first changes they saw came to the toys on the floor. Dollies and Lego blocks seemed to implode in on themselves then morph into simple plastic letter blocks, clown-faced rattles and other baby toys. Something large began to grow out of the floor, expanding like a fast-growing flower until it snapped into shape, a playpen.
The wavy air reached the two adult toddlers next. Brian leant back on his potty as he felt strange energy beginning to flow over his bare skin. As he tried to push away as though his space was being invaded by an aggressive puppy, as though simply scooting back and looking away could stop it, the potty chair beneath him began to melt away. He fell to his bottom with a thud as the potty disappeared into the carpet as though swallowed by quicksand. The potty gone Brian scooted back on his bum, his limp penis brushing across the carpet as he tried to escape the unknown forces assaulting him.
Rachel abandoned her potty as it too sunk into the carpet, though it felt plenty firm under her bare soles. It was no use running though, for the process seemed to gain speed with every passing second. The energy passed over and through the duo. Rachel’s mouth tingled, her gums aching as several teeth receded up into them, leaving nothing but bare pink gums in their place. Her dark hair turned lightened several shades, not going blonde, but certainly not as dark as before. It also became thinner, wispier as her pig-tails vanished.
Brian grasped at his mouth as he too lost several teeth. Then he was distracted by something more concerning even than that. His legs felt strange, fatigued and twitchy. He rubbed at his calves, trying to see what was happening to them, though they looked no different. With a thud Rachel dropped to her bottom beside him, looking particularly surprised. And Brian knew, she hadn’t meant to sit down at all, her legs had simply given out.
Her bared bottom didn’t smart for long though. A second after she hit the floor a crinkly white diaper appeared out of thin air, wrapping itself around her loins. Rachel hoped a shirt would materialise the same way, but she had no such luck. As the ripples seemed to dissipate she was left sitting on the floor in only a diaper.
As a stillness returned to the air the mommies began speaking again as though nothing had happened.
“But what can you do, they grow up so fast!” Sara declared.
“Yep, my little Meggy-poo is just crawling up a storm these days. Why she’ll be walking all on her own in no time!”
“How cute!” Sara gushed.
From the way they were talking Brian guessed he and Rachel were now little more than infants. Aside from the playpen and baby toys the room hadn’t changed that much, but he guessed his bedroom would be much different now.
“Ugh, mmmph,” Rachel grunted, trying to stand up but finding her legs uncooperative.
Brian shook his head knowingly. He wasn’t foolish enough to try that himself. He could feel the weakness in his legs. He knew somehow he’d lost the ability to walk.
Rachel dropped onto her stomach with a bang, painfully landing on her bare breasts. She grunted and sulked, sticking her diapered bum in the air and showing off the puffy white garment decorated in a pattern of light green rattles and teddy bears.
Amanda and Sara looked over at their babies and shared a chuckle at the little girl’s difficulties. Then Sara clucked her tongue at Brian.
“Well what happened to your daipie little mister?” she asked rhetorically, heading over to her boy. “Did you wanna get all nakie-wakie? Did you?” she cooed in baby talk to him.
Brian shook his head and tried to quickly explain. “ No, I din’ wanna go nake. Bwi wan’ cwodes.”
As soon as the words left his mouth Brian knew they had come out all wrong. He’d thought the normal words in his head, but the messages got garbled on the way to his mouth and then his tongue seemed to be all clumsy and tricky to control. Before he could correct his poor diction his mom was picking up a big pack of diapers and addressing Amanda as though he hadn’t said a thing. He was being completely ignored!
“He’s such a little nudist these days!” she told Amanda. “I think I’ll have to start taping his diapers onto him. He gets his hands on the tabs and next thing I know there’s a rip and he’s streaking through the mall with his weenie hanging out.”
“Oh I’m sure Meggy will be just the same once she figures out how to get those diapies off.”
“Could be,” Sara agreed, setting the diaper box on the floor and opening it up.
Brian looked at the side of the box. It showed a picture of a young man around his age lying on his back in nothing but a diaper and pulling at the toes of both feet as he waved his legs in the air. The man had a glassy-eyed soporific look on his face, grinning like a contented idiot as he played with his feet. Above him the brand name Huggies was emblazoned across the package. In the right corner were the words: Crawling/Early Walking Boys 16 to 22 Years.
Sara drew out a big white diaper with blue teddy bear prints. She unfolded the bulky garment while Brian tried to calm down and concentrate on speaking properly. He found that if he was less excited it was easier to control his tongue properly.
“Mama I don’ wanna be...” he started, speaking slowly and clearly.
“I know you want to be nakie honey-bun, but this isn’t our house and you can’t be making pee-pees and poopies on our friend’s carpet,” Sara cut him off.
Brian reddened with frustration. He wasn’t saying he didn’t want to wear a diaper, he was trying to tell her he didn’t want to be naked! Why wouldn’t she let him finish what he was saying?!
Sara knelt at his side and gently pushed him onto his back on the carpet. “Okay honey don’t squirm while I get you dressed. Be a good boy for mama!” she urged him in that awful high-pitched voice.
“I won’ mama,” Brian assured her, nodding. He was determined to show her he wasn’t some stupid little baby.
Sara lifted Brian’s legs, slipping her head between them and placing one calf on each shoulder. Then she used her body weight to push Brian’s legs upward, lifting his butt in the air just long enough to slip the new diaper under his butt. She grabbed some lotion from the bag beside her, squirting it into her palm and then reaching forward. Brian’s eyes widened and he felt a flush of shame as his mother’s hands began to rub his exposed penis and all around his crotch. This was an all new height of shame for the young man. To have his own mother actually manipulating his former manhood, simply to keep it clean when he inevitably wet and messed his new diaper, was so demeaning it made Brian want to cry like the baby he was being treated as.
“There we go, that will keep mama’s widdle guy nice and comfy in his diapie,” she told him as her hand slipped under his raised bottom.
Brian closed his eyes and sniffled as he felt the cool greased fingers slip up and down his butt. He felt so violated, so powerless. He couldn’t help but wriggle his legs, wanting to pound his heels on the floor.
“Honey, don’t squirm. Remember, you promised mama you’d be a good boy.”
“Am a bi’ boy!” Brian squealed, the tears starting to escape the corners of his reddened eyes again.
“Then show mama how you can hold still,” she replied.
Brian forced his legs to be still and mama’s hand left his bum at last. Then she had a bottle of powder and she was dusting his pee-pee and bum with it. The smell of the baby powder was overwhelming to his senses. It seemed they were becoming keener. Every touch, every scent was magnified. He could feel every cool fleck of powder settling on his pee-pee and bum.
Mama put away the powder and began to tape the diaper closed, finally giving him a speck of privacy. It was a big, bulky diaper and it came all the way up to his belly-button. But it also forced his legs out slightly. As he moved them he could feel the crinkly material brush across his smooth hairless thighs. Once it was fully secured Mama let his legs go and then directed his arms up, slipping a red t-shirt over his head. It wasn’t like his earlier t-shirt though. It had writing on it he couldn’t read, but the real change was its length. This shirt was only half-length, not quite reaching his belly-button. Dressed in this baby tee and diaper he felt like Tommy Pickles on Rugrats.
As he turned onto his knees and attempted to stand, the t-shirt left his tummy uncovered. Brian was beyond this small shame though. He had experienced so much worse now that being half clothed no longer fazed him. In fact it no longer even bothered him that his legs were totally exposed or that he was barefoot. All that mattered was he prove to himself that he was at least still able to stand on his own two legs like a man. He just wanted that one small dignity to be left.
It took all his strength to force his knees to lock into place, his legs straightened. They felt weak alright, but more than that he felt like he was standing on a rolling, pitching ship’s deck. His toes flexed and his knees wobbled as he tried to keep his balance. He was forced to hold onto the couch for support. Rachel was staring up at him, chewing her thumbnail anxiously, slowly slipping more and more of the digit into her mouth. The mamas were beaming at him like he’d made a great accomplishment in simply standing up.
“Look at that Sara, you’re little one is quite advanced for his age. Twenty-one years old and he’ll be walking around the place on his own in no time,” Amanda commented.
“Yes, he’s quite good at standing and he can even walk a bit as long as I hold his hands. But he’s not quite ready to tool around on his own yet.”
“I can walk!” Brian blurted out indignantly.
“Well he certainly has the right attitude,” Amanda noted. “And he is quite the little talker isn’t he? Very advanced for his age.”
“Oh he’s gonna be quite the chatterbox pretty soon, no doubt about that. Most grown-ups have a hard time understanding his babbling but mama knows what her widdle guy wants. Mamas can always understand their baby’s language.”
“He seems eager to do a little walking, you want to give him a hand?”
“Yes, he could use the practice. But get ready for some crocodile tears when he falls down,” Sara warned.
Brian pouted. He hated the way they talked about him like he was deaf. Here they were mocking him while he stood right in front of them and they went on as if he couldn’t understand a word they said. He was determined to show them he could do more than walk with someone holding his hand. He’d just been running around the backyard minutes ago. He would force his muscles to work properly.
Mama came up beside Brian, smiling as she took his hands off the couch and into hers. She pecked a kiss on his cheek, smiling as she looked him in the eye. “Okay honey-bun, let’s go for walkies!”
Brian felt even more off balance as Mama led him away from the couch. She walked backwards, keeping a firm grip on his hands and her eyes locked on his, smiling encouragement the whole way. Meggy’s mama was also smiling and nodding her praise as she watched the walking lesson. Rachel didn’t seem impressed at all of course. She just sulked on the floor, now fully sucking her thumb.
Walking was tricky indeed. The changed wrought on Brian’s body by the last shift had done a number on his abilities. His motor skills had taken a very serious hit. With each step his leg jerked upward rather than smoothly lifting. He stepped too high, all his movements exaggerated, awkward. His foot would then slap down hard, toes turning inward. With each step his body swayed left or right, pitched forward or slipped backwards. Only his mother’s firm grip on his outstretched arms kept him standing upright.
“There we go, lift those toesies, get them up and set them down,” she directed. “Very good Bri! You’re making walkies just like a big boy! Mama is so proud!”
As she praised him Brian felt an odd sense of accomplishment. Sure it was silly to be proud of something so basic, but given the problems with his body this was an achievement. He found himself beginning to smile, even to giggle with giddy pride. Mama led him all across the room and he didn’t fall down! That made him feel so big, walking just like mama! For a second it didn’t even to occur to him how ridiculous that thought was.
Then Mama set his hands on the door jamb by the entry the dining room. She brushed a hand through his hair again and gave him a big smooch on his forehead. “You did very good honey. Mama knows that was tough for Bwi, and she’s glad you tried.”
Mama started to walk away but Brian had to follow her. He’d made it this far, surely he could do a couple steps on his own. Tentatively he let go of the jamb and took a furtive step forward. His legs wobbled dangerously but he continued. He swung his right foot past the left, going for his second step, but as it set down his foot rolled on its side and his knee gave way. Next thing he knew his arm and cheek were slamming into the carpeted floor.
Out of shock Brian began to wail. Falling like that was so disorienting, he didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t just sniffle and tear up, this time he was balling his eyes out, unable even to see straight. Mama spun around as soon as she heard the thud of his body hitting the floor. He’d only given a couple shrieks before she was at his side, pulling his lanky six-foot form into her lap and cuddling her arms around him.
“Shh, shh, there, there little guy. It’s okay now, Mama’s here. I got you and you’re all safe,” she sung to him, rocking gently back and forth.
Brian wanted to stop but once started it seemed out of his control. His emotions were on a roller-coaster ride now, impossible to keep a hold on. He sobbed even as Mama’s warm arms cuddled him close and he felt her kisses pecking the top of his head. Mucus poured from his nose and dribbled over his lips.
“Where’d you get hurt sweetie? Where are those bad boo-boos?” Mama asked, looking over the young man’s face and arms.
“Did they hurt you here? Is this the bad boo-boo?” she asked, gesturing to his right arm. “Let Mama kiss them all away then. See, Mama kisses them and makes the boo-boos all better!” she told him, kissing his arm and cheek.
Slowly Brian felt his emotions coming back under control. It had been like trying to stop a speeding train, getting them in check, but he felt much better now that Mama kissed away the hurt. In fact it was the surprise of falling more than any actual pain that had made him cry. As his tears dried up he realised there wasn’t actually any pain. This made him feel even more foolish.
“That’s better isn’t it Bri? You feeling better now baby?”
Brian nodded, still sniffling a bit as he said, “Sowwy I cwy Mama.”
“Oh that’s okay honey. Don’t worry Mama knows what baby needs when he falls down and goes boom. Baby just needs kisses on his bad old boo-boos. That makes them all better because Mama has magic kisses.”
Brian giggled despite his shame. Somehow the idea of his mama having magical kisses was both ludicrous and wonderfully comforting. On an intellectual level he knew that was made-up, but somehow it seemed perfectly possible to him on an emotional level. He trusted everything Mama told him without question.
His tears dried up and a smile on his face Mama lifted Brian out of her lap and set him on his butt on the floor, getting him a few toys to play with while she went to prepare the babies something to eat. Brian wasn’t interested in the silly red and blue letter blocks Mama had left him so he got onto his hands and knees to crawl over to Rachel. Creeping about that way really was much easier and safer than trying to walk. As much as it demeaned him to crawl he didn’t want to have another meltdown like a moment ago. The idea of walking now really scared him.
“Wachel, you ‘kay?” he asked his friend as he reached her side again.
Rachel was still sitting right where she’d been the whole time, sucking her thumb vigorously in an apparent daze. She hadn’t moved or said a word since the last transformation. She wasn’t even making any attempt to cover up her bare breasts. Brian was worried that either the transformation had warped her mind or it had simply snapped under the strain.
The diaper-clad young woman turned to him, showing her sorrowful eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment before she removed her thumb with a pop and mournfully announced, “I don’ gots teeths.”
Rachel was pouting and looked on the verge of a meltdown herself. Brian shook his head and corrected her quickly. “You got teefs! Can’ you feew ‘em?”
She opened her mouth wide, revealing a mouth with several gaps where teeth hadn’t popped through the gums yet. “Lookit’ they all gone!”
“Jus’ some of ‘em.”
“It’s okay. We gonna be ‘kay.”
Rachel shook her head, determined things would not be okay. “How come we can’ tawk good? Sound all dumb-dumb.”
Brian shrugged. “Cuz a da book. It do ebwyding.”
Rachel looked angry now, very angry. She turned to a toy play-set nearby and bashed it with her fist. The toy rattled and made several dinging noises. It was brightly coloured and plastic of course, covered in bells and things that could be turned and twisted, knobs and levers. As soon as she’d hit it Rachel found her attention drawn in by the bright noisy toy. She pulled at a blue tab sticking out of the contraption and it immediately produced a satisfying ripping noise. She hit the bell next, then twisted a multi-colour dial, resulting in a crunching sound. It was so engrossing!
As she played with the toy Brian crept up next to her, bopping the bell experimentally. When it rang he too smiled mischievously. Soon they were each banging away at it, twisting and pulling the gizmos, having a grand old time with the Playskool baby’s toy. They barely even noticed when the mamas reappeared from the kitchen.
“Well I’m sorry to put an end to the fun but it’s time to fill those tum-tums up with nummy-nums,” Sara announced.
Brian didn’t really want to put aside the toy. He was really having fun with it. It made so many cool noises and... wait, cool noises? Brian blinked in astonishment as he reflected on what he’d been doing. He was a college student, he still looked like one, aside from his teeth and hairlessness. Yet he’d been happily playing with an infant’s toy for going on five minutes, if not longer. In fact, he’d been so engrossed he’d actually lost track of time. And from the look of Rachel’s face, she was having a similar revelation.