Jamie's Day (And other stories)

James sprung to life. Emerging from sleep with the energy level of an athlete, he simply stood up where he lay and walked out of the bed, not bothering to pull back the covers or slide to the side. Completely oblivious to most of the stimulus around him, he proceeded down the stairs, and walked into the kitchen where he found his roommate Ted eating a banana.
“Mornin’, Ja- Woah, what happened to you dude?” He said, shocked by what he saw. James didn’t seem to be the normal, 22 year old he knew, but looked instead like something that had walked out of a pampers commercial. Overnight, James had gone from being 6’2” and 160 pounds to being 5’8” and 280 pounds. His facial hair had completely disappeared, and the hair on his head had grown and looked like it hadn’t be combed or cared for in days. The t-shirt that James had been wearing to bed had apparently split during the night, as he was naked from the waste up. All he was wearing was a pair of black sweatpants that barely could contain him, not to mention his new prize cradling his lower body.
Ted grabbed James by the shoulder to better see his face. “What the fuck dude! You’ve like had a-“ Ted never finished his sentence. While looking into James’ eyes, Ted had realized that there was nothing to fear. He released James and watched as his dark gray v-neck t-shirt expanded in all directions, and finally gave way under the strain. Pulling it from his neck, Teddy rubbed his hands over his new tummy, pleased by its girth and size. He pushed his boxers down before they split, allowing them to fall to the floor, and closed his eyes as he became encompassed in a white, plastic diaper that was perfectly proportioned to his new bulbous body.
Smiling broadly, Teddy dropped the banana he had been eating and grabbed an unopened bag of Doritos on the counter. Ripping the bag in half, the Doritos fell to the floor, where Teddy plopped himself to eat them. Without any hint of self consciousness or decency, he grabbed handfuls and pushed them between his lips, where most of them fell either onto his tummy, his diaper, or back onto the floor. He reached for a 2 liter bottle of Coke which sat on the floor next to him, and unscrewed the cap quickly, dropped it, and started to drink from it even while it was still overflowing with foam.
James opened the refridge and grabbed a carton of milk, which he attempted to drink. Similar to Teddy, he failed, as most of the liquid fell onto his tummy or onto his black sweat pants. He dropped the carton when he’d emptied it. He smiled at Teddy, who was now draining the bottle of pop into his open mouth, most of it missing. Teddy smiled back, ecstatic about his new-found freedom. James went back upstairs.
He entered the bedroom of his former girlfriend Kimberly, who was getting dressed for class when James opened the door. “Do you mind? Oh, it’s you. I’m never sure whether it’s you or it’s Ted trying to see me I-“ She too never finished her sentence. Instead, she remembered that she had nothing to fear from either Teddy or Jamie, who were now her children to care for. Looking down at herself, she realized she didn’t need to remove anything since all she had been wearing was her bleached white underwear. She motioned for James to come towards her. “Come on, honey, I understand now. Let’s get you fed.” She lay down on the bed, and unlatched her bra to allow Jamie to nurse from her breasts. She stroked his head gently while he drank. She had been the most caring girlfriend that James could ever have hoped for, and he had loved her more than he had loved anything else before. She had loved him equally as much, but now they shared something far deeper than any love they had bore for each other. They shared the unconscious knowledge of their newfound lives. They shared a special bond that children now felt with their caretakers, one that could be broken by no force known to man.
When Jamie finished off both breasts, he smiled as Kim removed his sweatpants from around his beloved diaper. She allowed him to lay back while she tickled his tummy, causing him to giggle. She continued tickling him under his arms and down his sides, forcing Jamie into uncontrolled cries of delight. After wiping the drool from his lips, Kimberly checked his diaper for dampness, and then helped him up. Still not entirely used to such a large body, Jamie required some assistance in standing up, much like a young child when they’re learning to walk. Kimberly and Jamie both knew where he was going and what he was to do, and as such no exchange of words was necessary. She kissed him before he waddled off downstairs, leaving Kimberly to put her bra back on and then go downstairs to look after Teddy.
Jamie left the house and started off down the residential street, oblivious to anyone who might be looking at him. He had no care for anything other than his own comfort and pleasure, and was not bothered when drool fell onto his tummy or when his farts could be heard half a block away. He picked his nose as he made his way down the road.
One neighbor who hadn’t recognized him dropped her rake and ran out to see what was wrong with the boy. “What’s wrong young man? Why have you-“ She smiled as she realized that there was nothing amiss, and stood up and closed her eyes as she went from a white-haired 60 year old woman to a docile, 25 year old brunet. She removed all of her clothing except for her new white bra and panties, and gave Jamie a hug before strolling back inside her house. Jamie continued along the deserted road, heading for downtown.
Elaine had her grandchildren visiting her for the weekend. Since it was still early, they weren’t up yet, but Elaine saw no reason to delay their liberation. As she strolled up the stairs, she felt nothing as she passed photographs of her past and family. None of it was relevant anymore, only what was to come. As she got to the top of the stairs, she entered the room that her two grandsons shared. She went over to the older of the two, John, who was 12 and still dozing. Elaine pulled back the sheets and sat down next to his half naked body. She leaned over his face, smiling in anticipation of having children again, and began stroking his face gently. He stirred, squeezed his eyes tight then slowly opened them. He began to focus in on the image of his former grandmother leaning over him, puzzled by her appearance. He soon realized why.
Within seconds, he was the epitome of a large toddler, with a protruding round tummy, baby fat all over his body, and equipped with the most baby-like diaper ever seen. His mommy helped him to remove the shorts he had on, while he kicked his fat legs in the air, carefree. He brought his thumb up to his mouth, and began sucking eagerly, while Elaine put a finger up to her lips as a sign for him to be quiet. She winked as she quietly got up from the bed and moved towards her youngest grandson, Jimmy, who was 5. As she sat down next to him, he too stirred and awoke, but did not immediately focus on his former grandmother. He looked over to his previously older brother, who was still kicking his legs in the air and sucking his thumb wetly, with drool covering his lips and chin. He giggled when he saw his now older brother, and sat up without removing his thumb. The low splashing sound told all present that the former 12 year old was happily using his diaper- an action he was not aware of consciously but still excited by all the same.
Still not aware of the transformation that awaited him, he asked his grandmother without looking at her eyes “Grandma, if he gets to wear a diaper, why can’t I use my Goodnights?” he asked, almost whining. Still unable to capture her grandson’s gaze, she decided to delay his liberation for a few minutes, amused by his reaction to his brother. “Don’t worry honey; you can do anything you want to. Anything.”
When she said that, Elaine’s grandson paused, as if envisioning what he would do if she were serious. “Are you sure grandma? Anything?” he asked, still somewhat unsure of her sincerity. Elaine avoided his questioning look as she replied “Yes dear, absolutely anything.”
With that, her grandson threw off the covers and stood on the bed, spreading his legs apart a little. He was wearing his Goodnights, since he still sometimes wet his bed at night away from home. He removed his Power Rangers long-sleeve t-shirt and looked down at his goodnights. Holding one hand in front and the other in back, he proceeded to allow his bladder to empty into his would-be diaper. First slowly, then with a little more confidence, then after a loud giggle from his former brother, completely uninhibited as he returned a laugh to the baby in the bed next to him. “Wow, this is really cool John! Where did you get your diaper from?”
Johnny just smiled blankly at Jimmy, without the knowledge or the will to respond to his former brother with words. He kicked his fat legs against the side of the bed mindlessly.
“What’s wrong with him, Grandma? Why is he acting like a baby?” Jimmy asked, a sense of confusion in his voice.
“Don’t worry, dear, there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s just what he looks like- a big, happy, hungry baby. Right, honey?” Elaine looked over at Johnny, who smiled as she walked over to him. She sat down next to him on the bed, and began to unclasp her bra. Johnny looked on excitedly as he awaited his breakfast.
Jimmy, on the other hand, had left the room and headed for the bathroom when his grandmother sat down with Johnny. He climbed up on the sink and stood in front of the mirror. He liked the way his Goodnights felt when they were full. He wondered if this was how real babies felt in their real diapers, without knowing how close he was to finding out for himself. Looking again towards his room to make sure his grandmother wasn’t watching, he watched in the mirror as he pooped in his Goodnights, enjoying the sensations as he did so. When he had finished, he pulled the back of his makeshift diaper back up to his lower back, and admired his appearance in the mirror. He jumped down from the sink to the floor, landing as planned, but his Goodnights continued onto the floor without him.
He stood there, naked and embarrassed, as he looked around for some remedy to his dilemma. In his panic, he grabbed a white towel from the towel rod and attempted to tie it around himself. After several frustrating minutes, he managed to get it secured with the help of some safety pins he found in the vanity drawers.
As he was leaving the bathroom, his older sister came out from her room, rubbing her eyes from sleep. When she saw her younger brother, she just stared. “…Jimmy, why are you wearing a towel?” the 8 year old Jennifer looked on in confusion at her younger brother. He looked back at her, caught between shame and excitement at his condition.
Before he could explain, their grandmother came out of the boys’ room, smiling reassuringly. “Well, there you are, Jimmy! I see you’ve been having fun!” He was tempted to apologize to her for making a mess in her bathroom, but after exchanging looks with her decided that there was nothing to be sorry about. Jimmy relaxed as he expanded to the typical proportions of a toddler, gaining a tummy, an extra chin, and baby fat in lots of other places. As he completed his transition, he felt completely at ease, and allowed him mommy to remove the towel diaper from around him while he chewed on his index finger happily. His mommy stood back to allow him to see himself in the mirror on the bathroom door. He turned to look at his reflection, relieved that he was now himself. Without his knowledge, he peed in his diaper, but became aware of it after hearing the running of liquid. He giggled childishly, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself.
Through this brief period of thirty seconds or so, Jenny was horrified. She had no idea what was wrong with her brother, or what had happened to her grandmother to turn her into a vibrant young woman again. She stared at her brother in the mirror as he admired his reflection. He looked at her in the mirror, matching his gaze with hers. After a brief few seconds, Jenny forgot what had been scaring her, and instead turned her attention to more important matters. As she grew from a 10 year old girl into a 23 year old young woman, she acquired all of the skills, mindsets, and clothing (Pink bra and panties) needed for her new role as a mother. Her transformation complete, she too admired herself in the mirror, glad that she had been given such an honorable role in life.
She settled into her new self and picked up Jimmy from the floor, allowing his diapered behind to rest on her forearm. “Well, little guy, shall we see about getting you fed?” She said cheerfully as she touched his nose playfully. Jimmy giggled and used his diaper even more. The two went into the bathroom after Jenny had exchanged a look of understanding with her former grandmother. “Thank you.” She said, and headed into the bathroom. Elaine smiled as Jenny left the hallway, glad that she had brought so much happiness to her former family. A loud crash and a scream of delight from the bedroom behind her told her that Johnny was waiting for her. She walked back to see to her child’s every wish.
Jamie had not encountered anyone else on the way to town; in fact, there were no cars in the driveways or people on the sidewalks on the residential streets. It was Suburbia. Everyone was at work or school for the day. As he approached a controlled intersection, Jamie didn’t hesitate to walk out into the street without a care for the traffic already there. A large black SUV that was coming towards him slammed on the brakes, and the driver threw open the door. Half standing out of the car, the 50-something year old man began to shout profanity at the large baby waddling in front of his car. He forgot what Jamie had done after exchanging looks with him, however, and had fallen out of the car when he had lost his grip on the handle in the doorframe. Standing up from his fall, the now 6 year old waddled after Jamie, the essence of babyhood, wearing a diaper identical to Jamie’s in every respect save its size, which Jamie’s trumped out on. The SUV remained in the middle of the intersection, forgotten like the pile of clothes that lay next to the open door.
When they got to downtown, Jamie and Frankie went off in opposite directions down the main street. Jamie went left towards the large business district, though he had no clue that that was what it was. Everyone that he came across he smiled at, reassuring them with a gleeful look that everything would be alright. First mail man, then a woman in a business suit, then a young man smoking pot, and so on. As people realized what was going on, some tried to run away. Others, not realizing what was going on, just stared back at Jamie and the others until they too saw the wisdom of their ways. Others still came up to Jamie and stared at him intentionally- mainly women, but a few young men as well, ready and willing to be free of the toils of adulthood and sentience. Within 20 minutes, there was happiness in the streets.
One 37 year old business man had just sat down to lunch when he saw a gorgeous woman walk up to him. She had to be in her early 20’s, brown haired and wearing nothing but a pale blue bra and panties. Needless to say, the man was curious as to whom this woman was, and even more excited to see her after he had shared eye contact with her. She took his seat at the sidewalk table and allowed him and the former waiter to nurse from her full breasts. A waitress from the same restaurant sat across from her, also allowing a former customer and a former teenage skateboarder to partake from her motherly gifts. Both woman had previously been much older, one in her 50’s and one in her late 40’s, but both had found eternal youth as mothers to the hordes of toddlers that now packed the city streets.
Cars were either abandoned or were crashed into other cars, telephone poles, or in a few rare cases, buildings. No car on the main street was functioning after 15 minutes of Jamie’s arrival. Not that anyone cared, of course- all of the former drivers had found far more interesting things to do instead. Several new toddlers had found their way into a Subway. One toddler, who was formerly 28 but now looked and acted like he was more like 2, had climbed up onto the dish area, and had climbed down into the warm water where dishes were about to have been washed. He giggled as a bubble from his fart made its way to the surface. He sat down on his diapered butt, allowing all but his neck and head to be submerged below the clean, warm water. He sucked his index and middle fingers and enjoyed his comfort as he watched two former 14 year olds gorge themselves on the half-prepared sandwiches that lined the counter. They sat on the cutting boards, legs askew, tossing aside anything not tasty enough for their particular pallets. A fourth baby, who had been in his late 60’s before and was about to enjoy a sandwich, was now standing on the metal countertop behind the counter, opening bottles of pop and pouring them into his mouth, his diaper, or simply out into thin air depending on his preference.
One of the former 14 year olds had picked up a bottle of ranch and tried to drink from it like a bottle, making the other jealous. Just in time, a former 39 year old woman walked in, looking attractive enough to entice any man. However, there were no longer any men to be found in the store. Unworried by their activities, and knowing full well that this is what toddlers their age do, the now 22 year old mommy sat down in a booth, and allowed all of the toddlers in turn to nurse from her.
Having finished his instinctually-driven task, Jamie began the long waddle back to where his mommy and brother were, not to mention any further amendments to the family there had been. As the sun set, Jamie turned onto his street, subconsciously driven towards his previous residence. The house next door where Elaine and her new fellow mother resided was quiet, with no sounds coming from in or around the house. The house on the other side of Jamie’s was partially collapsed, with the second story having caved in partially to the first. No cars were in the streets nor the driveways, just as when Jamie had left earlier.
As he trudged up the stairs, he heard laughing and giggling coming from the house. He walked through the open door and saw 4 toddlers of all different heights enjoying themselves. Kim was sitting on top of the overturned television, watching the destruction of her former home with a smile. She knew it was what babies were driven to do, and as such saw no reason to impede them in any way. A boy who had been a long-legged 19 year old was now squarely perched atop the stereo cabinet, leaning back against the wall and drinking from a baby bottle intermittently. Another toddler, previously 23, had in fact been wearing a diaper at the time of his realization, and through some miracle was still wearing it. It was obvious that he had been using it, since it sagged down below his tummy and hung higher on the sides. He was standing next to the open refrigerator, screaming with delight as he squirted a can of whipped cream directly into his mouth, having the time of his life. Another new toddler, formerly a thin 12 year old, was now sitting in the sink giggling as he rubbed his newly grown tummy, seemingly excited by its existence. Teddy was of course present, amusing himself with his old cell phone which he was now pushing buttons on, enjoying the sounds the keys made. Jamie waddled over to Kim, tired after his long walk to town, and smiled as she stood up. She too smiled, taking his hand as they went upstairs.
“I guess you’ve had a busy day! Guess my little boy must be tired after all that walking!” Kim said cheerfully as they got to the top of the stairs. The rooms had of course been ransacked, but it made no difference since the important things still remained. Jamie climbed onto the large new changing table that had somehow appeared there and lay down. Kim expertly removed Jamie’s old diaper, and cleaned him up while he mindlessly sucked three fingers and made small kicks with his fat legs. After replacing his massive diaper with another from a drawer below, Kim guided him over to the bed where she sat down. She unclasped her bra and allowed Jamie to feed freely from her plentiful breasts, enjoying the physical pleasure that came with nursing her young. After a yawn from Jamie told her he had had his fill, she gently lay him down on the bed, and slipped out of the room, leaving him to drift off to his first completely carefree sleep in decades.
Kim came back downstairs to only one toddler, Teddy. The other three had either gone back to their mothers or had taken their fun elsewhere. Teddy was sitting on the floor now, using a thick pen to draw formless shapes on the front of his diaper. He looked up when he saw Kim come in, his mouth beginning to water. He dropped the pen and tried to stand up, but instead fell backward on his butt. He tried again, but again fell back on his diaper. He no longer had the strong abs necessary to stand up from a sitting position without assistance, but this did not bother him in the least. He instead turned to his side and crawled over to the couch where Kim had settled, ready to feed her next hungry baby boy.
“You know honey, I never really liked you until this morning. I tolerated you since you were paying the rent, and we needed another roommate. But if it weren’t for that, I didn’t want to have anything to do with you. You’re lucky we both became what we should be, otherwise you’d have been out in two months when the lease expired!” Kim said to Teddy as he fed, knowing that he probably couldn’t understand a word she was saying but amusing herself all the same. He too indicated his fullness with a yawn, and like Jamie she lay him down for sleep. He quickly dozed off, and Kim replaced her bra and went into the remains of the kitchen to find something to eat.
Several miles away, the streets were packed with people trying to get out of town. Many had heard of what had happened in downtown earlier that afternoon, and most didn’t want to stick around to be a part of it. Hundreds crammed the streets in cars, bikes, and on foot in order to get out of the area before they all caught the eye of some baby. Paranoia had swept through the ranks of the unliberated regarding their own children. Many people had become fearful that their children were either already affected, or somehow might affect their parents even though they weren’t themselves exposed. Several parents had blindfolded their children in order to avoid any risk to themselves, and a few unfit parents had left their children behind altogether. Even as the sun set, the roads in and out of the city both were bumper to bumper with traffic trying desperately to escape what they saw as a death sentence; a form or braindeath that would ultimately destroy anything they knew or cared about. How wrong they were.
Frankie had already made his way out of downtown and into several suburbs, helping thousands along the way realize their true selves. As he approached the affluent suburb far from downtown, he saw the congested streets and traffic jams as a bee would see a vast garden of flowers, just waiting to be pollinated. As he waddled down the streets, almost everyone ignored him, too preoccupied with trying to get out with their own consciousness. Eventually though, people began to take notice, as Frankie made eye contact with two middle-aged women. They immediately removed their clothes, leaving nothing but their light-colored bra and panties on their 22-year old bodies. Despite their fears, many were curious at the strange behavior of the young ladies, especially the men. They soon realized what had drawn them to these women, they all were taken back to their toddlerhoods, mentally and physically. Men in their cars soon found reason to leave it, but many first gave their wives and children new lots in life before doing so. Those walking out of town or on bikes only had to look back once, and by then they too knew there was no reason to run. Within 10 minutes, the chain reaction had spread out of town and down the highway and interstate before anyone could escape.
John Mesh and his family were packed up in their Ford Expedition, trying desperately to get out of town before they found some reason to stick around. John’s wife Maria had told him to take the back roads out of town, rather than to take the highway to the interstate which she figured would be packed. John had insisted that he could get them out quicker on the interstate via the highway, but was proven wrong. They virtually sat on the bridge over the river, moving at less than 5 miles per hour. John honked the horn loud and long, taking out his anger and anxiety on the car rather than his family. Maria was doing her best to stay calm, mainly for John but also for her children, who were seated behind her. Her eldest daughter was worried, but was doing a good job at hiding it. Her younger brothers were both upset, not really understanding why they had to leave their home, but still knowing that something terrible was wrong.
“Mom, why do we have to leave town? Can’t we just stay inside and lock the doors? How do you know that whoever is out there is coming here anyway?” Maria’s older son asked anxiously, trying his best to sound at ease.
“It’s just in case, honey. We don’t know what’s going on for sure, we just know that there’s a lot of people who aren’t thinking straight and could hurt us if we stick around.” Maria replied to her son, unconvincingly. Bob had heard from his friend’s dad what was going on, though he hadn’t told his parents. He heard that there were people running around turning others into babies again, and that it seemed everyone downtown and in the east end was already affected. Bob looked down at his cell phone, having received a new text message. It was his friend Alex. The text message was only one word: “dude…” Bob was perplexed by the message. He wasn’t sure what Alex had meant to say, but figured he would probably get another one shortly that would make more sense. Bob replied to it with a question mark and sent it. He replaced his phone in his pants pocket and looked at his younger brother to his left. He was staring out the window at the masses of people walking and running on the sidewalk on the bridge trying to get out of town. Bob figured that it probably didn’t make much sense to Michael, who was only 8- 6 years younger than Bob. Bob too looked out the window, remembering a scene from the movie War of the Worlds. He remembered the part where people were trying to get onto the ferryboat, and how much that scene reminded him of what he was seeing outside the car window. He glanced over at his sister Lydia, who was also staring out of her window, seemingly entranced by the masses trying to escape. Lydia’s trance was disrupted by her father’s loud explosions.
“GODDAMMIT, THOSE PEOPLE ON FOOT ARE MOVING FASTER THAN WE ARE!” he shouted, venting his fear in the form of misdirected anger.
“John, don’t shout. We’re still moving.” Maria tried to act calm as she addressed her husband.
“I’M NOT SHOUTING!” he shouted.
“JOHN! This is terrifying enough without YOU losing control. Just shut up and watch the god dam road!”
John was shaken by his wife’s outburst, ceasing his rant and concentrating on finding a gap in the other lane that might move quicker.
Michael’s gaze had not moved during his father’s shouting. He was staring at the car to the left and slightly ahead. He saw a boy of probably 14 or 15 sitting in the back seat, looking ahead. A loud crashing sound from behind caused him to turn around and look out the window. He moved his head up and down, trying to see the source of the metal on metal sound. Suddenly, he stopped moving. His expression of concern faded away, replaced by a pudgy, childish smile. Michael watched as the boy returned to his seat, and pulled his shirt over his head with some difficulty. Screaming from the car beside them made John and Maria look over at the black Chevy Trailblazer next to them. The screaming abruptly stopped, and after a brief pause was replaced with giggling and the sound of tearing fabric. The car abruptly stopped moving, followed by a loud clank before the engine died. The driver and passenger doors opened, allowing a former 50 year old man to hop down onto the street, where he ran around to the passenger side to the open arms of his mommy. He was now only about 4 feet tall, and had been reproportioned in such a way that he resembled a toddler in every fashion. His old beer belly now became a tummy of baby fat that hung slightly over his white, plastic diaper that came up above his lower back and his love handles; a diaper made for a baby. His former wife embraced him, glad to be back to such a state of maternal youth. She had only seconds earlier been fearful for her life, but now she had blossomed into a radiant young 22 year old woman. Clad only in her pink bra and panties, she was the essence of womanhood; her appearance would drive almost any man mad with desire. Her long legs, perfectly flat stomach, and milk-filled breasts made her the mirror image of every other affected female, and the perfect mother to her new young toddlers. The back door had also opened, though no one in the Mesh car had noticed; the strange behavior taking place outside the passenger door had caught everyone’s attention. The former 14 or 15 year old who Michael had been watching earlier jumped down from the car, looking like a slightly taller and heavier version of his former father. He too ran over to his mother, who embraced him along with her former husband. The family was complete.
A loud honk from the car behind them did not disturb the newly liberated family one bit; instead, one of the toddlers looked over his mother’s shoulder and smiled at the couple in the Corvette. That was all it took for them to get the message. Then the three all stood up, and started making eye contact with everyone within visual range, starting with the car in front of them. This peculiar action brought John Mesh back into focus, at which time he immediately turned away from the window, and held a hand up to his wife’s eyes before she too met eyes with the new happiest of families. “COVER YOUR EYES! DON’T LOOK AT THEM, KIDS!” John shouted, as he honked at the car in front of him in an act of panic. He was essentially trapped- stuck on the middle of a bridge with his family, unable to get them out of danger’s path. He was momentarily relieved when the car in front of him began to move forward, but his relieve passed when he realized the car had just crashed into the back of a pickup. Its occupants too emerged from the car, unscathed and happy to be free of their old lives. Even the driver of the pickup couldn’t stay mad for long, as he went from a thin, 30-year old farmer to a fat, jovial 30-month old baby, overjoyed by his new appearance. He couldn’t have been less concerned that his new Silverado had been damaged, nor could he be happier about the new mommy he found getting out of the car behind him.
John threw the car into reverse. He didn’t care if he hit someone- he had to get his family away from here. He floored the gas pedal, and was surprised when he went for almost 2 seconds without any impact. Immediately following this split second realization came the crash, when his Expedition was thrown against the grill of a large U-haul truck. The sound of babyish laughter eerily made its way to the ears of John Mesh; no swearing, no shouting, no honking followed the impact. He was completely surrounded. By this point his family was sharing his panic, as Maria’s screaming and Michael’s crying told him. Lydia was covering her eyes, praying that they would find some way out of this.
“It’s… alright. It’s gonna be alright!” John told his family, though he knew deep down that he had nearly run out of options. As John closed his eyes trying to think of some way out of his paradox, Bob removed his hands from over his eyes. He brought his head back up from his knees, silently desperate to have a peek at what was so horrible outside. “Just a little peak...” he told himself. He opened his eye a crack, moving his head to the left towards the window. He didn’t see anything; just the front of a black Corvette. He opened his eye a little more. Still nobody in sight. He couldn’t stand not knowing what was happening; he opened both his eyes wide and behold, he understood. He understood why his father was so terrified of looking at these people. He understood why people were trying desperately to get out of town. He understood why people considered this to be a form of living death, and why they feared it. He didn’t agree with one word of it. As he looked into the eyes of the former teenager now standing outside his car, smiling childishly, he realized what blissful happiness lay in his future. He knew that it was silly to fear his true self, what it was he had sought his whole life without knowing it. He was so glad that he’d opened his eyes to his future… literally. He felt instantly at ease as he felt himself expand outwards, and smiled at the boy as his mind went to work. Every memory was erased, every experience forgotten, every piece of information he’d ever learned cast off to make way for a new consciousness. Every desire and drive he possessed was either rewired or replaced to accommodate his new motivations. His senses of decency and ethics were instantly removed, replaced by desires to be as free and comfortable as possible, whatever the cost to himself or his environment.
As the dust settled in his mind, his new consciousness instantly took root, followed by the realization that his body now reflected his mindset. He looked away from his new friend outside, and down at his tummy. He had gone from being 5’5 and 120 pounds to being 5’0 and 210 pounds. His tummy accounted for a large portion or his weight gain, but he had also expanded in the rest of his body, giving him the chubby body of a well-fed toddler. His t-shirt had moved upwards over his tummy during his transformation, and now was too small for him. As he moved his legs forward, he noticed how heavy and hard to move they had become, but what caught his attention more was the crinkly sound that came from between his large thighs. While the rest of his family was screaming and crying out in fear, Bobby was struggling to remove his old clothing. He finally got his shorts and boxers off, revealing his diaper to him for the first time. He kicked his legs absentmindedly as he brought his thumb up to his mouth, feeling completely at ease. Bobby moved backward on the seat, resting his back against the upholstery, allowing his tummy to stick out over his diaper and his blue t-shirt to hang above it most indecently. To Bobby, it was not only normal, but enjoyable to be so completely carefree and baby-like. His diaper made a crinkle sound as he repositioned his butt, and he let out a quiet giggle as he did so. With that sound, everyone in the car ceased their histrionics, slowly turned to look at Bob. At virtually the same time, the last car on the bridge was liberated as Johnny, Mikey, Maria and Lydia all were granted second chances at life. The gift of eternal happiness and satisfaction. Johnny and Mikey both got out of the Expedition and ran over to their new mothers, Lydia and Maria. Both boys were thrilled to have finally found happiness, oblivious to the fact that they were formerly father and son. Maria and Lydia too set aside the fact that they had only seconds before been mother and daughter, and instead focused on their new roles as mothers of three young, rambunctious toddlers. Even though Lydia had only been 17 previously, she, like her mother, was now a blossoming 23 year old young woman, with all the necessary skills and knowledge that was required in her new life. They each held one naked, diapered toddler in a deep and loving embrace.
Bobby was still sitting in the back seat, swinging his legs mindlessly, one hand on his tummy, the other holding up a bottle of Coca Cola he had found in a drink holder. He closed his eyes as he allowed the pop to flow from the bottle onto his face and t-shirt, leaving it stained as it ran in streams down his tummy and onto his large, plastic-coated diaper where it collected into small pockets of liquid. He managed to get one gulp out of it after draining it, and afterwards tossed the bottle aside. He felt hot in the car, and with some difficulty, stepped down onto the concrete with bare feet. He stood there for a moment, looking like a fatter version of Tommy from Rugrats, taking in the sensations that came with his new body. He liked the temperature better outside, where early evening had brought with it cooler temperatures and lower humidity. Soon it would start to get dark and cold, but Bobby didn’t care about that now. For now, he wanted to go over to a group of other toddlers of various heights, but all proportioned exactly like Bobby. He waddled over to the group standing at the open door of the black Trailblazer, where they were taking handfuls of mini doughnuts from a ripped open grocery bag. Bobby grabbed a handful, using both hands to force them into his mouth, leaving a sticky mess all over his face and hands. He giggled with the other babies as one of them let out a long, loud fart. Not to be outdone, another boy, taller and slightly skinnier than Bobby, spread his legs apart slightly, and bent at the waste and knees. The crinkle of plastic and the odor that accompanied it told the toddlers what their friend had done. A few minutes before, Bobby would have been tempted to vomit at such a smell, but now his babyish mind told him that this was not only natural, but encouraged.
Bobby smiled at the boy, thought jealous of his accomplishment. Bobby took another handful of mini doughnuts and shoved them in his face while he waddled back in the direction of his mother. He wiped his hands on the t-shirt that still hung over his tummy. Licking his lips, he unconsciously pushed a wad of saliva towards the front of mouth as he did do. This came out of his mouth in the form of drool, which to Bobby was nothing out of the ordinary. He was not bothered as it traveled down his chins and onto his chest. To his left, Bobby saw a young mother giving one of her babies a bottle while he waited for his turn at her breasts. Bobby quickened his waddle towards her, sticking out his hands towards her as approached.
“Aww, well who do we have here? You must be a THIRSTY baby! Don’t worry, your mommy will feed you when she has time. I’ll give you one of these though to suck on in the meantime.” The young woman pulled a bottle of Propel from the six pack plastic wrap, turning the top to open to allow for Bobby to suck from it. Bobby took the bottle and, with both hands, brought it over his head and sucked down the sweet water. He smiled and waved bye bye to the woman, who returned the wave. He then continued his journey back across the lane to his mommy.
Bobby found Lydia leaning against the guard rail of the bridge, wearing nothing but a deep burgundy bra and panties that looked more like a swimsuit. He took another drink from his Propel bottle as he approached her. “Well hello there, big guy! I was wondering where you’d gotten to!” Lydia smiled as she moved to sit on the curb, gesturing for Bobby to sit beside her. Bobby moved next to her, and fell backward, cushioned by his diaper. A brief fart followed his landing, giving them both cause to smile.
“Well, I guess you won’t be needing this anymore!” Lydia pulled the swollen t-shirt over his head, leaving his body free of all constrictions. Bobby looked up at the evening sky with childish curiosity as Lydia checked his diaper. Sure enough, she found that Bobby had made good use of his diaper, considering that he had been a toddler again for less than 20 minutes and had already loaded both the front and back to near capacity. Bobby didn’t seemed bothered by his full diaper, so Lydia decided to leave the change until they got back home where there were fresh diapers waiting for them.