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Chapter 1
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It was math time, it was a boring time. It was time for seventh period. Normally I would use the second to last period of the day to take a long over due nap. Lucky me I don’t have a period after this, so it’s a nice feeling to take a glorious nap and just head out. Today however was a little different, today I was awake. Not because the content was exciting, on the contrary, it was as boring as ever. Today I was awake because Kayla Zobrowski, the girl with breasts the size of my grades (32-c’s) had opened her mouth and began talking to me. Unfortunately, once the lecture began, even my lust for Kayla couldn’t keep me awake, and my headed nodded off. A jab from our old crone of a teacher had startled me awake. “How was your nap? Sleep well?”

“Like a baby, thanks for asking.” There was a slight chuckle from the class, one audible from Kayla.

“Well, you might not find reverse De Moivre’s theorem interesting, but you have to learn it.” She spat back.

“Reverse De Moivre’s? I saw that in a video once...”Another fit of snickering. Porn jokes always go over well in high school.

“Just pay attention Shawn.” She turned back to the board, trying not to give me another attempt at distracting the class. I smiled, and got ready to get comfortable again, when the voice of an angel penetrated my ears.

“Like a baby?” The angle named Kayla inquired. I gave her a sly smile. She was wearing a camisole that offered a view that took every ounce of willpower to resist. On top of that was a denim jacket, cropped to not extend much past the breasts, and left open. She was wearing a pair of jeans which past experience would tell me were skin tight, but none of that mattered right now. If she was talking I had to stay focused on the eyes. “You’re pretty funny. You know I’m having a little thing at my place tonight, wanna come?” The event was too good to be true. I nodded quietly, and soon she drew out some directions, and I had myself an invite to this hot chick’s house. The bell soon rang and I went home.

At home I took a long cold shower, threw on some jeans, a t-shirt with more blatant innuendo then most, and wore a button down shirt as a jacket. I got in my car and drove over. I found it a little odd that there was no one in the driveway. I shrugged it off, thinking I just got there first and rang the doorbell. The front step was lower then the rest of the house, so when she opened the door my eyes got a eye level of her breasts yearning to breath free from the camisole which held them back in exchange for support. I must have stared for one moment too long because I heard her giggle “Why hello dar!” She said, tilting her head like an owl, trying to act like one of them on the internet. Our eyes met and she opened the door. “Come on in! Here, have a drink.” She said, a smile across her face, maybe she found my lechery cute in some twisted way, either way, when she handed me a plastic cup of beer, who was I to refuse?

“So where’s everyone else?” I asked, taking stock of the empty room she had lead me too. It wasn’t completely empty, there was a couch, a clock, and oddly enough a crib, a playpen, and some other baby toys. “I didn’t know you had a younger sibling.” I tried to make small talk, taking a large swig of my beer.

“Oh, everyone else cancelled.” She said, and with a sly, seductive, smirk across her face continued “It’s just the too of us.”

The prospect alone got me horney, and I took another drink of the beer, shrugging off the weirdness of the room. “Yea? And what did you have in mind?” I said, downing my beer. She grinned like a cat and walked up to me. I was stunned by how tall she was. “You look bigger then I remember...” My voice cracked. I nervously scratched the back of my neck. It was a little harder then usual; I had to shake my arm to get my sleeve off my hand.

“Oh, I’m not any bigger...” She kept showing that grin and I felt weird. A chill crept all over my body and I looked down for a moment. I probably would have freaked out had she not used alcohol to weave her magic through my body. See, I might have noticed that the floor was a foot closer, or maybe when I looked up the fact I had to look up to her breasts, but as my body shrunk, the amount of alcohol needed to make me lose my senses. I had no idea I was passing through the wrong end of puberty. I had no idea she did this too me. My clothes shrank with me, my boxers turning into a diaper to foreshadow just how small I’d become. My belt faded into my jeans, and became an elastic band; the rest of my clothes would also become miniature mockeries of their former selves. By the time I finally figured out something was wrong, it was too late. My legs had lost 17 years of muscle and couldn’t support the baby fat now around them. I tried to steady myself, but it was no use, I fell back onto my padded rump and felt the pain. It was light but still I felt the need to express myself. When no words would come to mind I did only what was natural: I cried. I can’t describe how humiliated I felt. Why couldn’t I cope with this minor pain? Why was everything so big? My head was spinning with questions when two large arms came down like the hands of god himself. I was raised into the air, and the way she held me, her head eclipsing the lamp, it made her look like an angel.

“Wa...wa happened?” I stuttered out, the t sound far too difficult to make out.

“Well, you see, it’s far too complicated for you to now understand.” She put a finger on my nose and an instinct made me giggle, and her insult at my current state went over my tiny head. “But let’s just say now it’s OK for you to keep staring at my boobies little one!” With that she cradled me in one arm, and lowered one of the straps of her camisole, freeing one of her breasts. I don’t know why I did it, but the excitement got to me, and before she could offer the object of my affection. (Which I wanted prior for sexual reasons, now settling on for dietary reasons.) Her nose wrinkled and I could here her sniffing. Something caught her attention and I was turned around. I could feel the elastic of my jeans being pulled, and a finger sliding between my diaper and my rump. At this point I smelled the poop that I had put in my diaper as well, worst about it I didn’t know I had done it. I was still in denial even as she had me lying on my back, my tiny feet in the air, and my tiny jeans around my tiny knees. Until she removed the offensive diaper I still couldn’t believe it was mine, and then again it sank in just what I was now. Not a smart-ass teen, but a helpless baby, completely dependent on this girl for everything.

“Oh, don’t cry Shawn! It’s ok, I’ll get you all cleaned up.” Her voice calmed me, even if it was her fault I was in this situation. Like the child I had become I was shifting blame from my own lechery to her overzealous maternal instinct. She cleaned me up, which I hate to admit felt nice and put on a new diaper which brought to me a sense of security. Soon I was dressed again, but I couldn’t stop crying. Now my belly hurt and I didn’t know why. Luckily she did, and again I saw her exposed nipple, this time nothing would get between us and I began to suck. Her warm milk cured the pain in my belly, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. My dreams were another jab of torment as I went through my life in reverse. My first kiss at 14, my first day of school at 5, my first time using a big boy toilet at 4, all these events passed through my mind and then I forgot them, I forgot everything. Then I woke up, in a crib, in a foreign room. Her beautiful angelic head leaning over me. Her mouth moved but I couldn’t make out what she was saying, I tried to call out to her but I just couldn’t make out anything to say. I cried again, and she embraced me. She did say one word I managed to understand. “Mommy.” I’d use the term to describe her for years to come.