I breathed a sigh of relief as Nacia and I stepped back through the time portal. While I had deeply enjoyed sentencing David to a second childhood of being forced to make full, smelly baby diapers, I was ready to return to be 24 years old again, and I was sure that Nacia shared the sentiment. - Midnight would no doubt be coming rather soon, and the two of us didn’t want to miss it. - After a relieving trip through the waters of time, thanks to the special power bestowed upon us by New Years Eve, I had expected to open my eyes and see the room where Nacia and I had originally done the ritual, just as we left it. However, both of us were met with a far different sight. - I was laying on my side, on a pink mattress, and in front of me, there were large wooden bars. Peering through the bars, in confusion, I could see a line of other small wooden cages, each with their own small mattress inside. Upon realizing that each cage also featured a small infant, seemingly 2-3 years old each, mostly asleep beneath baby blankets, I realized that the cages were indeed cribs. - And I was in the line of them. - My body felt especially slow and weak, and my hands were small and soft as I rubbed my eyes, but I assumed that the strange new sensations were simply a side effect of the time travel. - The walls were lined with boxes. For some reason, I had an instinct that these boxes were full of childish toys - rattles, colouring books, and teething rings, even though I could not see into them. The walls, which were a bright pink with some handprints marked on it with names below, were strangely familiar as well. - In the baby crib beside mine, I watched a small infant open her eyes and gaze around. A surprised expression came across the baby’s face as she looked at her small hands, and an even more scared look as she rolled back and forth to look at the other children. - “Wha… wha…” The baby gasped, breathing heavily as she looked down at her body. It was as if she had never realized that she was an infant. The sight was undeniably adorable and I could not help but giggle, but was quickly confused as it came out in a tiny voice. - Turning my attention back to the room, I quickly realized - Where is Nacia!? And where am I!? Even if regressing David butterfly-effected into Nacia and I buying a different apartment, why does this room look like a baby nursery!? - And most chillingly, why does my body feel so weird? - “Nacia… wheh aww you?” - As the words left my mouth, my eyes went wide. The babyish lisp echoed in my ears, a complete mockery of the adult voice I had expected to hear. And right then, it hit me like a truck - My head no longer featured my long hair, my arms were shorter and fatter, my entire body was able to lay down in this 4-foot-long baby crib, and my adult shirt and pants were traded out for something thick, warm, and padded around my waist... - “No, no nu nuuu…” I heard the baby in the crib beside me whimper, kicking the blankets off of her. She shook her head in some sort of embarrassed denial as she looked down at her own legs to see that she was wearing a big, crinkly diaper. Her face was completely red. - She looked as if she had just woken up in this form. - “Wait…” Finally, it dawned on me, but I did not want to accept the implications. “...Nacia, ish dat you?” I tried my hardest to force my normal, adult voice, but every word that I spoke was filtered through a pathetic, humiliating lisp. - “W-What hawpened!?” Nacia exclaimed, her diaper making loud crinkle noises as she shimmied back and forth in her crib. - “I… I…” I shivered in fear, slowly looking down as I lifted up the small pink blanket with my tiny hand. Indeed, the worst sight I could have imagined, the thick thing hugging my waist was a white, disposable baby diaper, just like the one that we had just forced David into. Nacia’s embarrassed blush proved contagious as I realized that I was suddenly wearing a garment worn by infants to hold their own disgusting, smelly waste due to their incompetency to reach the toilet. “W-Why!?” - “I-I guesh my pwan of going backwawds to go fowwards didn’t wowk!” Nacia exclaimed in her tiny voice, as we both finally recognized the nursery from our childhood home. Born orphans, we both were raised in this place for the first four years of our lives, which would mean that we had accidentally time traveled back to when we were babies! - “W-Well wet’s undo this quick! I dow’t want anyone tah’ see me in this stupid thing!” I pouted, once again covering my diaper with the baby blanket in an attempt to hide the humiliating thing. Its padding proved too warm to ignore, as my butt was smothered by an inch of unwelcome papery snugness. - “We need tah’ staff! Do you hawve it?” - “Why would I hawve it!? You weh tah’ one who used it tah’ time twavel us!” - “B-But it’s nawt in this cwib!” - My heartbeat skyrocketed as I double checked the baby crib, ensuring that indeed, neither of us had Nacia’s magic staff that was needed to open the time portal for us to return to our proper ages. After a couple of minutes of squirming about in our crinkly diapers, a couple of the other babies giggling at us, I finally spotted it - but not where we had hoped for it to be. - “Thewe! In thawt toy box!” I pointed out of my crib, that I was ashamed to have to call my crib, at one of the boxes. It was slightly open, and the long form of Nacia’s heavy staff just barely peaked out. - I watched Nacia put her hands on the bars of her crib, and slowly stand up to her feet. Her legs, and thighs smothered by her humiliating diaper wobbled, indicating that she was suddenly having trouble standing up. I had not realized at first, but as I watched her desperately try to hoist herself over the edge of her crib, the walls were nearly as tall as we were. - As adults, Nacia and I could climb out of these cribs without any trouble, but before long I was desperately struggling in my diaper to reach her staff as well, to no avail. My body possessed no muscles, and several times I was sent falling backwards to land on my pamper, its crinkling sounds mocking my failure. - “Come awnnn… it’s wight thewe!” I pathetically grasped my shrunken hand towards the staff, causing my crib to creak, but Nacia and I were helpless to do anything about it. - “D-don’t pawnic… somebody will come soon, awn they cawn help us!” - “B-But…” I whimpered, sadly sitting down, looking back at the humiliating, thick padding that smothered my bum. Every second that I felt the papery diaper on my waist, I even more wanted to grab Nacia’s staff and return to the proper day, but it was true - all that we could do was wait, here, in our baby cribs. - Minutes felt like hours of boredom, occupied by nothing but the pink rattle that I refused to even acknowledge out of embarrassment. Even with the blanket covering me, my diaper was so thick that it created an obvious bulge. Combined with being placed alongside actual babies that wet and poop in diapers just like the ones we were forced to wear, I had never felt so disgusted in my life. - We hated that we had accidentally gotten ourselves stuck in this situation, and I dearly wished that we had just taken the extra mana cost to progress directly back to our age, instead of trying out Nacia’s new plan. Now we were stuck here, sitting in cribs, until a “real adult” came into the room and let us out. - After a bit, I saw Nacia begin to kick her legs against her blanket, which I thought was an expression of simple frustration until I felt a similar, brimming twinge from within my bladder. We had not gone to the bathroom since we left the present day, and going back in time has a certain way of bolstering one’s need to use their bodily functions. Usually, we could make it to a toilet without any problem, but as we were stuck in these wooden cribs, Nacia and I soon found ourselves struggling to hold in our pee. - “Ugh… t-this sucks…” I sniffled, staring at the staff longingly. - Nacia didn’t respond, and continued to whimper and kick her legs, clearly needing to pee even more than I did. Some of the other babies, in their cribs, had distinct yellow stains on the fronts of their diapers, indicating that they had wet themselves, but Nacia and I refused to even humour the idea. - “W-Why… i-is it so hawd to contwoll aww of a sudden?” Nacia breathed heavily, tightly putting her two baby-fattened legs together. She leaned forward a little bit, with a brief relaxed expression before her eyes went wide and she instantly pulled the blanket over herself to hide her diaper. - “N-Nacia… did you just…” - “N-No I did nawt!” She denied, but the loud hissssss[/color] sound coming from her diaper, indicating that she was soaking it with the contents of her bladder, gave away the entire story. A humiliated look went across her face as she could do nothing but sit there and let her body run its course, clearly disgusted to feel a soaked diaper pressed up against her crotch, combined with the humiliation of knowing that she had failed to even hold in her bladder for a few more minutes. - I would have teased her, but I was struggling with my own bladder. Normally, I was able to hold my water for an entire day with no issue, but now that my muscles had grown so weak, I could not go a single second without clenching if I did not want to feel a few drops of urine seep out into my pamper. A small wet stain formed in the front, and I deeply hoped for this to be over before I was forced to completely soak the nappy. I had not wet myself in years, and had long-ago earned my way to the toilet out of diapers - I was not about to start again now. - Luckily, after a few more minutes, Nacia looking dejected and humiliated to feel her own damp, peed diaper, we heard footsteps come through the hallway. Another adult, of a height and undiapered status we both envied came into the room. Tyrine, a soft, motherlike figure that I faintly recognized as an orphanage worker from my childhood, before Nacia and I were adopted. - “Tywine! Pwease, wet us ouw of these cwibs!” I screamed at her, kicking my legs, unable to control the baby lisp when I was struggling to avoid leaking more pee into my diaper. - “Two little babies are up early. Are you feeling sicky?” The caretaker patronized us, speaking in a babyish tone, as if we were actually infants. - “Nu! We just want ouw of here! We awwn’t babies!” I tried to say, in the most serious tone I could manage, but as always, my words were reduced to babyish babble. This was the most frustrating thing. We were adults, trained in magic and graduated from school, and she was referring to us like children! - “Do you both need changes?” She continued, clearly not even understanding what I said as anything more than babytalk. - “NO!” Nacia instantly snapped defensively, degraded at any implication that she had actually done her business in a baby diaper, even though she could feel her own urine-soaked pamper completely soaked with her pee. - “I smell used diapers, but if you two say so...” Tyrine sighed, like an annoyed babysitter, as if we were a pair of bratty infants and not adults being humiliated to no end. “I’ll bring you out into the playpen, but it’s almost New Years, so please be quiet with your playing.” - I would have scoffed at her again for treating us like babies, but as my bladder started to sting even more, I simply whimpered as I felt her large hands wrap around her body. Not used to being lifted up in the arms of another adult, that I once had a few inches up on, I felt a few more sickening drops of pee trickle into my padding as I was hoisted up. - When she put one of her hands on my diapered bum, causing me to blush a deep red, and started to carry me out of the room, I looked over at the staff in panic. - “Wai! No, you dow’t hawve tah’ take us outside! We cawn stay in hewe!” - “You’ll wake up the other babies in here. You two are going in the playpen, where the grown ups can keep an eye on you.” - “NU! I NEED SOMEFING FWOM IN HEWE!” I squirmed about in her arms, kicking my tiny legs and struggling to get free, but her hold on me was tight, and by now the pee stain in my diaper was growing more and more discernible. My frustration was over the top - I am an adult that uses toilets and can walk on their own, and now I’m padded, being carried around by a caregiver, and my bladder was so weak that I accidentally peed myself every time I was surprised!? - “I’ll bring you whatever toys you want…” Tyrine sighed in annoyance, as if I was a bratty child. - “I need dat!” I pointed towards the toy box with Nacia’s staff pointing out, which also appeared to be full of teething rings and rattles. As the caretaker glanced over at the baby box, my cheeks went red as I realized what it looked like I was asking for. - “Suppose a certain baby is starting to need teething toys~” - I was carried out into a living room, where the sounds of adult voices gathered around a television set that seemed to display the local New Years celebrations. Nacia and I were meant to be attending, right now, but instead we were stuck as our infant selves, padded and baby babbling, until we can get our hands on that staff. - Instead of being placed on the couch, or even the floor, there was a short plastic wall sectioning a corner of the room where I was placed. The playpen was only a couple of feet tall, but as I had learned when attempting to ask my embarrassing crib, as a toddler I was helplessly unable to climb over anything. - “Ty and Naci were cranky so I’m taking them out for a bit before putting them back to bed.” Tyrine told the adults, making me growl in frustration that I was seriously considered to be an ordinary child at this orphanage. - “Are they hungry? I can warm up a couple of bottles of formula.” Another caretaker replied. - “BOTTWES!? I AM NOT DWINKING FWOM A BABY BOTTLE!” I exclaimed in my tiny, frustrated voice from the playpen, out of which I could barely even see at my regressed height. - “They may - at least that one is.” Tyrine smirked at me, taking my assertion of adulthood as nothing more than a baby acting cranky. “Either way, tell me if they make any stinkies. Not that the smell wouldn’t give it away anyway…” - “EXCUSE ME!?” I retorted, hands on the walls of the playpen, stomping my legs in utter frustration at the mere implication that I would actually use this baby diaper. “THEWE ISH NO WAY THAWT I’M GOING TAH’ CWAP MYSEWF IN THIS STUPID PADDING!” - The group of adults, all taller than me, shot smirking glances at me as I talked, clearly not understanding the words that I said. There was a little boy sitting with the adults, of about five years old yet frustratingly still taller than I had become, giggling at me as I swore that I was an adult. - “AWEN’T YOU WISTENING!? I AWM AN ADULT, AND I WILL NOT BE TWEATED WIKE THIS!” I pouted and kicked my legs, suddenly feeling very relieved yet unable to properly discern why. There was a faint Hisssss[/color] sound as I spoke, but I was too focused on conveying my message. - “NOW GET ME OUW OF THIS DIAPER AND PWAYPEN IMMEDIATEWY!” I growled. - ...but everyone only laughed at me, including the five-year-old boy. - “WHAT!? WHAT AWW YOU WAUGHING AT!?” - My crotch suddenly felt very warm, and my diaper was slightly drooping down my legs. - Upon finally realizing what had happened, I glanced down at my nappy, shaking my head back and forth with a humiliated blush across my face. The entire front side was a dark, urine yellow, even through the thick padding. When I was talking, I must have accidentally forgotten to hold my bladder, and my pee was steadily trickling into my diaper! The entire time that I was trying to tell the other adults that I was not an incontinent baby, I was loudly wetting my diaper in front of all of them! - “Definitely looks like they’ll need a changie soon.” The ‘older’ boy giggled at me as I desperately tried to cover over the front of my disgusting, pee-soaked diaper with my hands. I was alone in the playpen besides some squeaky toy balls, so there was no way for me to obstruct the large yellow stain practically screaming that everyone that I had just had an accident in my nappy. How could I prove my adulthood like this!? I needed to get that staff quick! - As I sadly sat down in the playpen, unable to kick the feeling of soaked padding against my crotch, no matter how admittedly good it felt to now be relieved of a brimming, full bladder, Tyrine went back into the nursery to retrieve Nacia. - I painfully blushed as Nacia was carried into the room, her diaper soaked as well but not nearly as yellow as mine. She pretended to not notice that I, a grown adult, had wet myself, as if it wasn’t the most discernible feature about my current appearance. - “It’s eweven fowty.” She whispered in my ear once placed in the playpen beside me. “Hopefuwwy we will still hawve time tah’ catch tah’ New Years dwinks when we get back.” - I sighed, hating how my throat already felt parched mere minutes after I had been forced to pee myself. Luckily, it would not be long before we had our tiny, though still magically powerful, hands on Nacia’s staff again and could forget this entire mess of a detour. - Down the hall, both of us could see Tyrine carrying the toy box towards the room. For a second, I had a terrifying thought that she would notice Nacia’s staff, and not let us have it, leaving us to stay in these humiliating, tiny forms for even longer, but as she entered the room she seemed to have not even noticed it. I wondered if she had mistaken it for a particularly fancy baby rattle. - Instead of placing the box of baby toys inside of the foam playpen, where Nacia and I could reach it, though, Tyrine left the box on the floor just on the other side of the wall. - “Hey! What aww you dowing!?” I stood up against the walls, trying to reach my small hand over the playpen wall towards the box. - “Would you like to play with the babies, David?” - My heart dropped as the five-year-old boy perked up over towards us, stepping over to look at us trapped in the playpen. I would have denied it, but I recognized his face because earlier that day Nacia and I had regressed David to five years old. If we had both become babbling two year olds, then David would indeed be about that age now! - “Of course I would, mom.” David chuckled, kneeling down to reach into the box of baby toys. - “NO!” Nacia shook her head, now at the edge of the playpen as well, desperately failing to reach for the box with her little toddler hands. “Cawn’t we just have tah’ box!?” - “It’s more fun to play with the big kids.” Tyrine smiled, and as we both whimpered and tried to summon her back… before long, once again, we were left alone with David. - I didn’t know what to say. We had planned out this entire trip perfectly, spending months perfecting the rituals and spells so that we can go back to 2010 in order to punish David. Successfully, we had forced David into diapers and a second life as pamper-packing sissy… and now thanks to Nacia’s idea to save a bit of mana, both of us were stuck here, in 1996, as our toddler selves, once again at the mercy of David. We were sitting in peed diapers, and couldn’t even do anything about the situation until he decides to hand over the staff. - My rage was through the roof, but I was desperately trying to reach for the staff. - “Now which silly diaper baby wants to play with the rattle?~” The older boy, clearly enjoying watching us uselessly try to reach for the box, looking like toddlers desperate to play, dangled a small pink rattle toy in front of our faces. - “David, cawn we hawve that toy… p...pwease!?” Nacia, clearly pained to have to ask this bully for anything, pointed at the staff, kicking her legs back and forth inside of the playpen. - “Maybe after rattle and pacifier time, silly baby…”
Two twins go back in time in order to humiliate their old high school bully, but knowing that the time travel spell only works for a limited time, will they manage to make it back or be stuck as their past selves?