by: Stolas | Story In Progress | Last updated Jun 7, 2023
Chapter Description: Elijah sees what has become of Humanity.
Bodies wrapped in babywear surged through the bus in search of a seat. Elijah held his head low throughout the commotion, hoping he’d go unseen. He was still in shock at what he saw. Just what had become of humanity?
“Hewoo. Names Davey.” Came a voice to his right that shook him from his internal crisis. Dressed in blue overalls with a patterned teddy bear onesie underneath was a young man. He looked about nineteen with a babyface that made him look even younger. The first thing Elijah noticed about him was the pacifier plastered on his face and of course, the bulky diaper he wore.
“Uh…Elijah” Thinking quickly, The Rebel stuck his hand out to meet Davey’s. He had questions, but he knew discretion was more important. He was in disbelief at what he was seeing, but the soldier in him kept focus. Still, he would do his best to get answers and escape.
“You are a new face. You headed to Daycare too?” Despite his infantile garb, Davey seemed intelligent and pleasant, if a bit nosey. He just didn't understand why they were all dressed like babies. Elijah also couldn't deny how attractive Davey was.
“Yeah. I just enrolled today.” Elijah said with all the confidence of a trained liar. Inwardly he balked at the idea of attending such a place.
"That's great. I am sure you will love it.” Davey said at the idea of making a new friend. He ended his statement by sucking his pacifier excitedly.
“Uh..yea, I am new around here so uhh-“ Before Elijah could finish Davey cut his lie short.
"You can just ask me if you need some help.” Elijah was starting to think there was more to Davey’s excitement than just wanting to help. Whatever the case, Elijah used this opportunity to learn about what was going on.
"So about your clothes-“ Before Elijah could even finish his sentence a foreign voice drowned him out.
“Alright, Toddlers this transport is headed to Daycare #220. Remember to always keep your pacifiers in your mouth unless you’re told to remove them. Do not ask for a diaper change. Your diaper will be changed at The Mommies' discretion.” To Elijah’s surprise the voice came from another human. He was a muscular hunk wearing a yellow breastplate, gloves, and boots over a dinosaur patterned blue onesie. Lastly, he wore a helmet with a visor that did well at concealing everything save for his bare-face. Elijah could tell even with the helmet on the guy sounded about twenty-five years old. Unlike every male there he wore pullups whilst he suckled a pacifier. The cartoonish parody of a gun at his hip and bizarre outfit he wore, told Elijah this guy was some kind of authority figure. Elijah didn’t respect him, but his diaper clad contemporaries gave a respectful “Yesplh, sweir” in unison. The Rebel Leader scoffed at their respect. He would never revere a guy like this, especially one wearing pullups.
“Who is that guy?” Elijah asked in a small voice, followed by an instinctive suckle of his pacifier. He was confident that he could take the guy if he had to, but he wanted intel first.
“Oh, that’s a Blig Blrother. They are not like us toddlers. Mlommies let them do blig-boy things. They get to wear pullups instead of diapers. They can even take out their pacifiers without asking permission.” Replied Davey with a degree of reverence in his voice. It was as if he was talking about a celebrity and not just a guy wearing pullups.
“Uhm..blig boy things?” Elijah asked, shifting in his diaper. The bulky material betwixt his thighs was comfortable, but made it hard to sit. This went especially for the pacifier lodged in his mouth, which was challenging for him when it came to speech.
“Attention! Sunny Shuttle A is ready to depart for Daycare#225. We are now leaving playpen#22. Please be good boys and remain seated for the trip.” The mechanical voice cut through the chatter within the bus. Without warning a tendril snaked from the corner of the seat, slithering over the boys laps until locking into place. At that moment it became clear to Elijah that escape wouldn't be an option.
“Are you new?” It was the voice of the "Big Boy” again, but this time it came from the right. The pacifier dangling from a chain around his neck was proof of his higher status.
Despite the ambush from the behemoth of an authority figure Elijah calmly responded.
“Yelpsh, Big Bro. I’m starting tolday” The Rebel Leader hated the lisp imposed by the pacifier, but he tolerated it. He just hoped the guy didn't ask more questions.
“Hmmm…well, The Mommies at the daycare will tell you what to do...I will be keeping my eyes on you too.” Arms folded into one another The Padded Policeman clearly looked upon Elijah with suspicion.
The idea that this guy could threaten him was laughable. He could have easily knocked him out and taken his weapon, but he knew better. Instead, Elijah just nodded his head and decided to just play along until he could escape.
"You know, you don't really look Toddler Class. You look like a Big Boy." The padded policeman said, his tone wet with skepticism.
"Really? I never thought about it." Unfortunately the guy had a point. Most of the guys that surrounded him were thin and baby faced whereas he was fairly masculine and had a definite muscle tone to him that they lacked.
“We have arrived at Daycare#225. Please evacuate the shuttle in an orderly manner. You are to immediately report to the awaiting Mommies.” The voice once again cut through the chatter on the bus, apathetic to the events that occurred.
“You heard the lady, Toddlers, so get going. I will escort these two off myself.” Andy barked at the adult toddlers leading them to evacuate the bus. Elijah was in yet another predicament, but how would escape this time?
The New Society
by: Stolas | Story In Progress | Last updated Jun 7, 2023
Stories of Age/Time Transformation