One wouldn't expect a hunt to happen in the middle of the town of Dimsdale, but that was exactly what was going on, at least from the point of view of one young resident.
The Hunter was one Timmy turner, a boy who had been so tormented and teased by his babysitter Vicky and others that the powers to be granted him a pair of fairy god parents who could cast almost every wish he could make, as long as they didn't break da rules.
The hunter was the younger sister of Timmy's babysitter who had a massive crush on Timmy, not helped by seeing all of the humiliating outfits her big sister had put him in and had made it her life's goal to marry and pamper him.. something he wasn't sure just meant spoil him.
Timmy had been doing his best to avoid Tootie, unable to just wish the girl away since it would be in the way of one of the Da rules involving true love, and now found himself cornered in a back ally that frankly smelled awful.
'Wait..I know that smell! it's poopie diapers!' Timmy thought, hiding behind a dumpster as Tootie started down the entrance of the alley, coming off more as a horror movie monster then a love stuck girl.
"Come out come out where ever you are Timmy~ I only have so long to play before I have to go do my volunteer hours for one of my cream puff badges~" She called.
"Wanda! Cosmo!" Timmy whispered, and his fairy's showed up as a pink and green rat. "We're outside of the day care center! I wish I was one one the babies in there!" Timmy said, smirking at how just clever and smart he was.
"Er..you sure you don't wanna go a bit older there sport?" Wanda asked.
"Come on Timmy, come on out! you can come with me and I'll show everyone my new booooyfriend~" Tootie called out, getting close.
"No time! baby me now!" Timmy yelped.
"This will end badly!" Cosmo said raising his wand, but grinning. "But we'll get a show!"
One poof later and Timmy was gone just before Tootie could find him, looking around in confusion.
Not for the first time, and likely not for the last Timmy was once again a baby, in a bulky white diaper and short pink t-shirt that didn't hide his baby fat belly. there was a pink bonnet on his head that had eyes and a mouth, turning out to be Wanda and a green bib around his neck, Cosmo.
"We thought we better stick close to you sport." Wanda said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, and it was this or a pacifier and a diaper! no thank you!" Cosmo added, making a icky face as Timmy giggled a little.
Already knowing that trying to walk was going to be pointless, Timmy took in his surrounding at the happy stinkers daycare and noting they had gone with a jungle theme repaint on the walls since the last time he had hidden here to escape Vicky (which was a story all on it's own)
there was only a few other babies around, which was fine with Timmy since he wasn't looking forward to huffing stinky diapers all day, plus it would make it easier to get his hands on the blocks needed to spell out his wish to change back.
'Let's see..Tootie said she had to volunteer soon..so if I just wait her out then i can spell out my wish and be home in time to watch captain nebula vs Crimson chin part 3!" Timmy thought, looking up at a clock and seeing it was only 10 minutes to 4.
Crawling over to where the toy chest was Timmy found himself semi relaxing, and wondering if he couldn't just catch the epic show down on a rerun and maybe just enjoy a day as a big baby..at least until a foul smell hit his nose. one of the real babies was in the middle of filling his pampers and the stink worked like a smelling salt, making Timmy recall the worse part of all of this, which was Ironically not having to smell the other stinky diapers.
It was making his own.
Shuddering softly he just tried to breath though his mouth, though this got complaints from Cosmo as he was drooling on him and started to try and fish out the baby blocks from the toy chest...and only finding stuffies in there.
'..No. No no no..Heh..they must..they must just be already out!' Timmy though, a soft stream of nervous baby babble coming out of his mouth.
"Timmy seems scared, what's going on, I can't see from down here!" Cosmo asked.
"Uh..looks like they might of gotten rid of the baby blocks..I always thought they were a little too hard and sharp for baby to play with.." Wanda said.
"Ba ba goo!" Timmy snapped, no doubt a witty comeback but it lost something coming out in baby babble.
"It's ok Timmy! I got proactive and decided to learn baby after the last time!" Cosmo said with glee.
"Ba goo!?" Timmy asked, sounding deleted and plopping back on his butt, wiping his brow.
"Wait for it.." Wanda said rolling her eyes.
"Yeah! I start classes next week!" Cosmo added
"and there it is!" Wanda snorted.
Timmy however did more then snort, he started to wail and whine, flopping on his back and having a tantrum.
'NO! I don't wanna be stuck as a baby!! who knows how long it'll take me to be able to spell out my wish!? there;'s no way Cosmo will let baby talk fast enough to turn me back before I end up a diaper dumper for like a YEAR! ..Oh crap I'm gonna end up making TONS of poopie diapers!!' Timmy mentally wailed, tears streaming down his little face and his wails getting super loud. 'There is NO way this can get any worse!'
"Awww what's wrong little guy?" Came a familiar voice and then there was a shadow over Timmy.
looking up though tear filled eyes, there was Tootie, in her cream puff scout outfit and smiling down at him and then bending down to pick him up. "Does somebody need hugs?"
'...I just HAD to tempt fate didn't I?' Timmy thought bitterly as he was cradled to Tootie's chest and she started to pat and rub his back.
which damn it, if that didn't actually help calm him down.
Tootie sighed softly, glad that the little guy had stopped wailing as she had him and then held him out in front of her.
"Feeling better now?" she coo'ed, even as if she didn't know better she would of sworn she was looking at Timmy at the moment, though while she might of thought about putting Timmy back in diapers and making him her widdle guy, he was totally a big boy.
The little guy in her arms babbled and gurgled, blowing s pit bubble and Tootie just giggled.
"Well spoken! come on, let's get some nummies in your tum tum!" She said pulling the little guy back closed and carrying him away from the play area, noting how much he seemed to squirm and whine.
"Shhh, you can come back and play after you've had something to eat." She assured him and patted the little guys back, even as he fussed and whined even more.
the LAST thing Timmy wanted right now was poop fuel but naturally being restricted to baby babble (not that he'd want Tootie to known it was him anyways) his words fell on deaf ears as he was brought over to one of the high chairs.
"Heh, I don't know your name little guy, but I'm gonna call you Timmy jr, after my boyfriend." Tootie gushed, taping a finger on Timmy's nose.
'EXCUSE ME!?! we are NOT dating!' Timmy fumed mentally and babbled and cried out as much which was just seen as still being fussy by Tootie.
"Awww, your just so hungry aren't your Timmy Jr?" She coo'ed and turned away, him locked in the high chair, though not from a lack of effort to get out. "Don't worry! We have lots of jars of prune baby food!" She coo'ed turning around and holding up one and a spoon.
'Oh yay. because here I was thinking 'gee golly, I sure hope not only do i get poop fuel, but it's prune flavored.' ...Feck my life!' Timmy sarcastically thought, though his dry wit was lost even as he said it out loud as well, only succeeding in getting drool down his chin.
the jar was opened and the as the spoon dipped in, Timmy tried in vain to try and wish himself out of this, but his frantic baby babble cries were just mistaken for eagerness to eat up.
"Here comes the choo choo!" Tootie coo'ed.
Tootie was confused, even with how clearly hungry Timmy Jr. was, the little guy kept turning his head away from the baby food! Still she had 4 hours to kill and wasn't going anywhere so spoonful after spoonful she got it in Timmy jr.'s mouth, even if it dribbled down his chin and went onto his bib.
As the last of the jar went in the little guys tummy gurgled and growled, proving that she was right that he was hungry and while there might of been a rule of just one jar at a time, she wasn't the type to let a little cutie starve and got out a second one, even as Timmy jr. babbled and gurgled like crazy.. no doubt happy to get more din din's.
By the time she was finished with the second jar Jr had a bit of a pot belly going on and was gurgling and babbling away, baby food smear all around his mouth.
"What do you think little guy, want anther one?" Tootie asked, not really expecting a sensible answer though she got one all the same as the little guy leaned forward and a massive wet fart erupted out of his behind. "Whoa! guess that answers that! Better get you out of there be-"
but before Tootie could move to free Jr. the little guy was making it clear that the fart had just been a preview of the main event.
Timmy had never felt so full in his life, and his guts were churning big time even as his vision wavered. he'd given up trying to fight off the baby food as it wasn't doing him any good anyways and just wanted to get out of the highchair before he started to crap himself but of course with his luck he wasn't all that shocked as he found himself erupting in a series of poots after the first massive one and then hot smelly mush was pushing out into the seat of his huggies.
Oddly as gross as it smelled and felt on his buns, and combined with the humiliation of pooping himself yet again, Timmy had to admit that getting all of that baby food out of his tiny guts felt good.
Or at least it did till he found himself lifting up in the highchair, and soon his pot belly was pressing painfully on the tray and the diaper was expanding around the seat, almost looking like a alien trying to take over.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Timmy cried out, whining and tears coming to his eyes.
Of course he knew that Tootie couldn't understand a single thing that he said but when you're making a massive poopie in your diapers because your a baby again, little things like logic fall to the side.
Tootie got the gist of it anyways and got the tray off and picked him up, putting his head over her shoulder and patting his back as she got a arm under his toxic butt to support his weight.
"Oh wow! your a super pooper huh!?!" Tootie asked with a giggle, heading to the changing table with him even as he kept going.
with his fumes so bad he could almost see them and his nose burning, Timmy couldn't help but wonder how Tootie was holding up so well as he was plopped down with a squish on his butt. She kept her hands on him to keep him from falling off of the changing table though and just smiled at him.
"Well!?! what are you waiting for! it's not gonna change itself!" Timmy huffed, then a loud and semi painful sputtering fart made him realize..he was still going and had just lost track of it!
"oh good, because knowing I was gonna have to poop myself wasn't bad enough..I'm so glad I get to have the burden of actually controlling when it happens off the table." Timmy hugged even as he started to raise up on the changing table without having to get up to his feet. "..Darn how expandable ARE these things!?!"
Tootie was mentally squealing (OK she was doing it out loud too) at the site of Jr. being a super duper diaper pooper! A far cry from the rest of the girls who put in hours here, Tootie loved changing poo poo pampers.
"Ok, it's official, your the diaper filling champion of the world!" Tootie giggled and tickled Jr's chin as the little guy finished up.
He gave her a sleepy smile and was yawning lots and well, she couldn't really blame him there. she'd be tired if she had pushed out what looked like half his body weight into a huggie too.
Laying the little guy on his back, Tootie took out a pacifier and popped it into his mouth and handed him a teddy bear to cuddle while she went to work cleaning him up, and wasn't surprised that within seconds the little super duper pooper was conked out.
Timmy woke up slowly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, not really looking around yet and started to talk.
"Oh man.. Cosmo..Wanda..I had the weirdest dream that I got stuck as a baby again and..and.." Timmy trailed off as he opened his eyes and fully took in his surroundings, he was in a large wooden crib in a light pink sleeper that was puffed out around the hips from the diaper he was clearly wearing. "ah ball's."
he wasn't alone in the crib, there was two other babies and a familiar smell burned at his nostrils, making him put a arm up to his face and he was about to ask which one of the sleeping tots had fudged themselves then recalled his own 'record breaking performance' before he'd conked out and pushed himself up to his knees and reached behind himself for a self check.
'Please be clean please be clean please be clean!' Timmy silently prayed, the last thing he needed was to end up a bed messer and have it spill over to when he was a big boy.
dealing with Vicky was tough enough, if he ended up needing bedtime diapers he might as well just wish himself into a black hole and save himself the the humiliation.
The good news was that he hadn't pooped the diaper in his sleep but the bad news was that his huggies were totally drenched. Still given the choice between being a bed wetter or a bed messer, he'd gladly take the lesser of two evils.
'still doesn't help me out though.. those kids are toxic!' Timmy thought though if he was being truthful, their messy diapers were but a sweet smelling summer breeze to the hell he had unloaded.
Looking around for Wanda and Cosmo, Timmy couldn't spot them but he guessed they had taken off knowing there was nothing they could do for him till Cosmo's classes started up and seeing him suffering was too much for them. it worked out anyways since having them around and knowing how easily they could save him but were stopped from doing it because of the language barroir was just a kick in the nuts..figuratively speaking.
Of course what Timmy couldn't of know was that Jorgen von strangle (the worlds toughest fairy) had decided to do a random one month boot camp for all the active faeries, citing that they were getting too many undo wishes and they needed to get their acts together.
Wanda and Cosmo tried to explain out Timmy's situation to him and well, if they were expecting compassion and understanding well.. they really were barking up the wrong tree.
"You're telling me the pinky hat boy will be trapped as the little baby till we're done? Maybe I'll make it TWO months!" He laughed.
"Maybe we should of told him Timmy was having the time of his life doing something else and we wanted to get back and watch. He'd of sent us back to end it." Cosmo said as Jorgen walked away laughing.
"..Of course, NOW your a genius." Wanda grumbled.
Tootie blissfully seemed to have gone home and as best as Timmy could tell looking at the clock, it seemed to be early evening.
"huh, you think they'd be freaking out that no one's come to pick me or any of the other stinkers up." Timmy mused, then recalled he was in one of those daycare's that offered overnight service and long stays as required.
"Fan freaking tastic.. and they don't even have a TV in here for me to watch SOMETHING." Timmy grumbled, crawling around in the crib as the mattress was too soft for him to try and attempt to walk, not that he really could anyways.
finding a crib toy that would play different lullbyes and make a scrolling picture of a sail boat on a lake at one end, Timmy shrugged and twisted the dial.
'when in Rome..' he mused, and oddly found himself getting into the show as he watching, the music making his eyelids droop.
his thumb found it's way into his mouth and Timmy rocked back and forth, barely aware as he started to grunt and push out anther load of soft serve into the seat of his diapers before laying down and going back to sleep, having one last thought.
'Maybe being a baby again for awhile won't be so bad.'
After only 2 weeks of hell (Jorgen had gotten in trouble for taking the faeries away from their kids THIS long) and a crash course in baby talk Wanda and Cosmo rushed back to the daycare hoping and praying that Timmy would be alright.
and in a way he kinda was though he kinda wasn't.
As it turned out the daycare used specialized tech in all of it's baby toys that was designed to work on a babies brain and keep them happy, dumb and drooling and ergo quiet so the staff didn't really have to worry about them.
The effect normally only lasted while they were in the nursery of the daycare and exposed to the toys, and so it would wear off given time but after two weeks of nonstop stop baby time Timmy had gone full baby.
Just because his brain housed his big boy mind that didn't mean that it had been protected and 4 days in Timmy (or Timmy Jr. as everyone had taken to calling him) had pushed his big boy thoughts out into the back of one of his epic poopie diapers.
case in point: the little guy was gurgling and playing peek a boo with Tootie, all smiles and then holding out his arms for uppies as she giggled and of course picked him up and cuddled him.
"Uhh..Cosmo..what's he saying." Wanda asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of her tummy.
"Well either I'm a really poor student.." Cosmo started, which Wanda had to admit, was a likely possibly. "Or he's just saying random words."
"..You think we can shift blame for this on Jorgen?" Wanda asked, sweat dropping as she watching Timmy scrunch up his face and start to destroy a diaper.
"I don't think we have anything to lose." Cosmo said then let out a cheer. "Woo! go Timmy! he's a champ!" he said, poofing a form finger on one hand and waving a little flag around that claimed Timmy was number one at number two.
"..Really?" Wanda asked, rolling her eyes.
"Hey! you know I love watching competitive diaper filling! I'm a former champ!" Cosmo huffed.
In the final aftermath minor changes were made so that Timmy was no longer Timmy jr, just the real Timmy and his parents and everyone else thought he was still just a baby. it was a pain to do but the only option left as by the time the higher powers had been called in, Timmy was in love with his new baby life.
Sure the little guy had lost accesses to magical faeries and unlimited wishes, and it would be years before he'd get a chance to get into cartoons and action figures but in a way it would all work out since by the time he was ten again:
A) there was no way Mr.crocker would still have his job.
B) no way Vicky would still be babysitting.
C) he'd grow up with a AWESOME semi big sister in Tootie who would indulge the little guys love of diapers even after getting potty trained..
But that's anther story.
The end
