A deserved punishment

Chapter 1
A deserved punishment?

Chapter Description: Act immature towards others, a deserved punishment awaits

Maturity is more than just saying that you are mature

I used to think that being mature meant being older than some silly kid, being over 20 and believing I could do whatever I wanted.

Man was I wrong.

Not that I can do anything about it now, I’ve learned my lesson. But I’ll explain that a little later. First I’ll tell you what happened.

It was Halloween and me and a bunch of my friends were thinking of terrorising kids while they went about trick or treating. You know the kind of thing I mean, jumping out of bushes and making them scream when we make stupid noises and so on. Things me and my friends used to think were really funny.

But maybe we shouldn’t have been so cruel, then this wouldn’t have happened.

Anyway that night we had it all planned and we were getting ready to scare a lot of kids, probably even make them wet themselves in fear, maybe more. We thought we were so cool just because we were older.

So after getting some masks, scary things to make our scaring more effective, and some noise makers and those naff fake claws you get, we went out for a scare night.

Our first victims were a bunch of 8 year olds, we scared them so badly that they probably pissed themselves several times over. Our second victims, well they were the beginning of what happened.

Our second victims, you see, were passing by the bush we were hiding in, the bush was outside this house of a couple of women we never met before. Most likely they were new to the area.

They were watching us as we waited to scare the kids and when we scared the kids, the two women felt that we were in need of humiliation. Not that we knew that of course, we didn’t even know they were watching us. They told us later.

The two women had access to what they called Life Essence, something they called the element of all existence. And they began to use it to teach us a lesson. They waited till we left to our next scare spot and they began the first part of the humiliation.

When we reached the next scare spot, the first part of the humiliation had begun, but we didn’t notice it at first, not for the first few minutes. But when we felt something was somewhat off, we found we were wearing nappies. Truth! We were wearing nappies! Thick, white fluffy nappies with baby style prints on them, they were disposables and at first we were horrified at this and then it was like something changed in us and the nappies just felt natural.

That was the first part of the humiliation.

When we attempted to scare the kids, it was them who scared us. You see, when we jumped out at them, our clothes had changed without us realising and instead of the clothes we had been wearing before hand, before our nappies had appeared on us, we were now wearing adult sized baby clothing!

I was now wearing this cute pink dress with a duck on the front, my nappy was visible and it had gotten thicker, more babyish looking, my shoes and socks had been replaced with adult sized baby socks and baby booties. My friends were much the same way.

And our sizes had gone down, we were smaller than the kids!

When we jumped out at the kids, they just looked at us and then actually scared us by just yelling boo. Something had changed in us so much that when they did that, we were the ones who wet ourselves!

They walked away laughing at the silly babies and we just cried like the babies we were, yet we were still adults in body, just not in size, emotions and so on.

That was when the two women appeared in front of us, they appeared out of thin air. They looked down at us and said:

“Well, well, well. Not so big now, are you? That’s what you get for scaring kids like you did. From ?grown up’ to nappy dependent babies in moments, exactly what you deserved. Now let’s see, what will we do with you lot? Send you home to your mum’s so that they can raise you again? Or will we alter things some more so that you have new parents who will raise you?”

I tried to tell them where to shove it, but all that came out of my mouth was baby babble, the same with my friends.

“Oh, I know what we’ll do. You’ll look after yourselves, or rather your adult selves will look after you. And maybe they’ll learn from their own mistakes while raising you and hopefully making you kinder to those who are much younger than you. Let’s see now...” The women said some words I couldn’t understand and then the next thing I knew, I was being cuddled in the arms of my adult self and I was in a nursery.

And that’s everything. That was two days ago. Now I spend my days needing a lot of love and care, lots of nappy changes, feedings and everything that a baby requires and to make it worse, I’m almost 8 months old.

I saw my friends again, breast feeding, nappy’s being changed, the works. And no one even realises what’s happened to us. As far as everyone else is concerned, we’re just little, helpless, adorable babies who were born months ago.

And that’s my story. I really shouldn’t have scared those kids like I did, I wouldn’t be sitting here in a wet nappy now.

I guess I wasn’t as mature as I thought I was and I got what I deserved. Now...change me please?