Chapter 2
Revenge
Chapter Description: Royal Pain succeeds.
As the words left his lips, she became enraged. She thought about using her rocket boots to lunge at him, but her more logical mind prevailed. She had concealed the pacifier in a holster on her back, and before Will could react she unholstered it, spun around, and fired.
The beam hit Will in the middle of his chest. She had non-stop target practice for 15 minutes at the prom, so this distance was no trouble for her. Will began the familiar process that, much like the victims of the pacifier, never got old. Growing down inch by inch, returning to middle school, then elementary school, daycare, then boom, again, nothing but a mound of clothes.
“Like father like son!” Royal Pain shouted in victory. She proceeded up the stairs and uncovered yet another crying infant from their clothes. Luckily the diapers were still at close hand, and she was now protected from any form of attack Will had left, his recently discovered super strength having dissipated.
Royal Pain figured that if he was here, her friends must have been having trouble with Will’s sidekick bunch. She secured the infant Will against her hip and walked down the halls, looking for the prom escapees.
The loudest noise was coming from the cafeteria. She could her Penny cheering herselves on.
“Go Penny beat Layla!” Was the chant. Royal Pain wandered into the cafeteria mid battle, Penny seemed to have her cornered.
Layla seemed to be working up courage to summon some of her power. Nobody knew what she was capable of as she refused to use her power at any point during the school year. Ironically, she was a pacifist. Similar to his father, the baby will at her hip was watching and seemed to be getting excited but his childhood friend about to defend herself.
“Halt!” Royal Pain shouted, she could feel the baby straddling her hips be startled by this.
Penny stopped advancing on Layla, then Layla paused to comment.
“Let the commander go!” Layla shouted at Royal Pain, her powers primed.
“I think you should take a closer look Layla.” Royal pain retorted as she continued to approach.
Layla squinted her eyes and went through her past, and the many baby pictures they looked at only a few months ago.
“Will?” She squeaked out in a defeated tone, analyzing the small infant. It hit her. She recognized that the baby was the love of her life, and was the last hope of saving Sky High. She lowered her arms, and her eyes started to well up. She was mentally defeated, her true love couldn’t have been more than a year old now.
“Do what your-” Layla was cut off the burst of light hitting her chest.
“I’m the only one who’s allowed to monologue, little girl” Royal Pain said with great satisfaction. The long flowing part of Layla’s green dress began to bunch up on the floor, as her arms visibly receded, as well as her curly red hair. The light made it hard to see, but she watched intently as Layla's years were taken away by the pacifier. Her grunt of pain was high pitched to begin win, but as the years went by her, she sounded more and more like a child.
Not long after the green dress had fully deflated the army of Penny’s had enclosed on the dress and retrieved the infant, who now looked like she was wearing her mommy's dress for a cute photo shoot. She was competing with Jetstream for most adorable baby, that was for sure. Her small patch of red hair on her mostly bald head. All of the multiple Penny’s made a huge show of her, aww-ing in unison, mingling about how cute and tiny she was.
Royal Pain picked her up with her opposite arm, the childhood sweethearts now had barely more than a year between them. Royal Pain took another minute to bask in her victory. Smugly smiling at both of her rivals infant faces.
“The pacified pacifist” Royal Pain mocked.
“One of you bring her to stitches, she needs to be diapered and strapped into a carrier. The rest of you will come with me, we have some other issues to deal with.”
The posse continued their way down the hall, with the crying Will now literally pacified. The pacifier left something of the old selves in their brains, and since Layla was defeated he wouldn’t stop wailing. Now mindlessly sucking on a plastic nub, again with the Sky High logo. She didn’t want to let the other sidekicks know she was coming.
They silently walked up from behind Warren Peace, the fire throwing anti-hero, as he battled speed. He was a formidable foe, but the fight was quick. He wasn’t aware that they were right behind him, and he was distracted by trying to hit Speed. Multiple penny’s restrained his arms as hit was hit in the back by the blast. He was a black haired baby that looked very serious even in infancy. Speed ran him to the bus as well, and was back in under a quarter of a second.
“Only three left.” Speed said upon his return. The remaining kids powers were glowing in the dark, turning into a guinea pig, and turning into a puddle.
They were found pretty quickly, crouching near a vent trying to defuse her device to make the school fall out of the sky, only installed in case things went badly. All three of them were restrained and she was working her way down the line, the emo girl was first. One crying baby, the next was the glowing kid, and he went just as quickly. The last resistance of Sky High was the melting popsicle. As she was getting ready to fire, he turned into a puddle.
“We’ve got plenty of absorbent material.” Royal Pain said, patting on Will’s diaper to draw attention to it. “You can go the messy way or the clean way, but you’re joining your friends no matter what.” Speed disappeared for a second and returned with quite a few diapers, ready to soak up a melting boy.
The melting boy weighing his options decided to resolidify, taking the defeat like a man. Or a baby. They found Lash stuck nearby, his stretchy head somehow getting stuck in a toilet.
With that, Sky High had been completely pacified. Everyone that attended or worked at Sky High was completely at the mercy of Royal Pain’s flawless plan. Soon enough they were all diapered and labeled, and ready to be moved off to Royal Pain’s secret lair.
The fleet of busses all filled with wailing, but safely secured, babies took off and made their way home.
The unloading process was much less eventful than the loading process, with all the heroes and sidekick unable to vanquish the safety straps that held them in their infant restraints.
Soon the dark hall of cribs and changing tables was loudly populated. She had installed soundproofing as she knew the wailing was going to echo, but even that didn’t make it bearable. There were a few cribs of “honor” that were kept nearby to Royal Pain at all times. They had name tags although they didn’t need them. They read Steve, Josie, Will and Layla, and in each one was a crying, powerless, baby.
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The supervillain academy wasn’t much of an academy at first. There were diaper changing automatons for most of the student body, who would also provide simulated breast milk. Royal Pain not being a very good mother would actually help her in her pursuit of turning these kids into villains. She would walk the lines of cribs, throwing jabs and taunting the infants the remembered and completely ignoring the ones she didn’t know. Principal powers was especially mocked.
For a few of the babies she switched them from the standard “Sky High” diapers she made made for the night of the prom to certain other designs that would hopefully humiliate them and make them grow resentful over the years. The commander wore a diaper that featured the long missing grown-up version of himself, as these were mass produced by big name diaper brands. Similar situation with Jetstream as well.
Above the cribs of honor, and a few others in the main halls as well, hung her main trophies from prom night. The visibly stained costumes and outfits of the heroes, students, and faculty in attendance. There was a clear pee stain in the center of the commanders glorious uniform, his adult bladder containing so much more pee than his infant one. It almost seems like Josie’s entire pants were yellow already by the way they looked, she was probably holding it until she could get her trophy, the brown stain was less visible but could be found if you looked. Will’s jeans made it hard to see the stains as well but they were there. Layla’s green sundress managed to dodge her uncontrollable pee at first, but as her body receded and failed to support the dress, it also slipped into the puddle left behind by her embarrassing final action as a teenager.
The whole situation was an additional mockery for Layla. Known to be a green freak among her classmates, the diapers she used were disposable, against everything the teenager once stood against.
“If you were so protective of nature before, why are you using so many diapers?” Royal Pain poked at her as she personally changed her.
The months would go by and by. Every few months she would take progress reports of her students. Monitoring growth, coordination, and emotional disposition. She would allow them to play with each other as they grew. After 6 months she could really start to see some of her classmates faces where before she just saw any baby.
Some overachievers were pulling themselves up by the bars of their cribs, until more and more were doing it. Some would start to walk, and their babbling would begin to form words. The diaper sizes were getting bigger and bigger for a lot of them.
But as some of them began to develop into people again, Royal Pain realized that she would need a solid way to instill evilness in these infants and toddlers. She took a group of the most mature toddlers, who looked to be 2 years old at best, and placed them in a monitored playroom together, with a number of toys. Eventually she would enter, and sit down to observe them in person. Any toddler that destroyed another one’s blocks would be rewarded with a mild reward like candy or a cookie. The backbone of the toddler super villain training came with the punishments. If any toddler or child was seen helping another, or working cooperatively on something, they were immediately re-pacified and turned into an infant again.
Because of the nature of human beings, this led to a lot of toddlers who were getting ready to graduate from diapers and into big boy or girl pants, who made one slip up were then returned to the multi-year cycle of growing up all over again. This system would make sure only the most hardened toddler menaces would proceed into real training. Even then, when they were children or teenagers, if they wavered for a moment they would once again be cut down and returned to their crib, which they knew was never too far away, as if they had reached that point that had surely seen a multitude of others pacified.
In all their time at the supervillain academy, no one went their whole time without being pacified. Cleaning up somebody else’s mess lead to a pacification. Apologizing for any reason put them right back in diapers again. Even the smallest nicety would make someone lose all their years once again.
A lot of the old faculty never made it out of diapers at all. Their brains had developed enough that they had retained personality traits through multiple pacification. Principal Powers, or just Powers as she was now known almost made it out of diapers a few times. The toddler had shoulder length black hair, and was about to complete her robot administered toilet training program. She couldn’t hold it one time, she must’ve been almost 3 as Royal Pain remembered it. Then she instinctively said in her lispy toddler voice “Sowwy.” Royal Pain saw that, and a few minutes later Powers was once again a small infant, crying in her crib that was getting ready to be put in storage.
Soon the ages were all over the place, the most prodigious villains were almost 9 and sleeping in beds separate from the others. Most of the students couldn’t make it much further than learning to talk though, as that was the most dangerous time for them to learn bad habits. Royal Pain didn’t know if she was ever going to get a 100% graduation rate, but certainly not for lack of trying.
There were exceptions to training regiment though, namely the 4 guests of honor that were singled out. Additionally Mr. Medulla wasn’t even allowed to begin walking, as he could still remember everything and could pose a threat to the operation.
The other four were completely subject to the whim of Royal Pain. She would let them grow up, a little bit, but never for too long. She would still try to make them supervillains, but after what happened to her she wanted to make sure she was satisfied.
The world at large still didn’t know what had happened to the Commander and Jetstream. In the eyes of the public one day that had just disappeared. They held vigils for them, but never truly stopped believing in them. Their products still sold, the corporation they sold the licensing to now holding 100% of the revenue. Popsicles, Halloween costumes, t-shirts, and obviously most relevant to Royal Pain, diapers.
She treated these four like they were her own kids. They were the only ones that ever got to leave the “school” at any point. She would load any two of them into a stroller and go out on the town, people commenting on how cute they were, oblivious that these sleeping babies were the once all powerful Commander and Jetstream.
In private, she only let any of them get to talking age a few times, out of caution they would say something to a stranger on a walk. While they all were pacified to be about the 7 months old, she let the ages get a little out of line to have a little fun. Sometime Will and Layla would be relatively towering over the other two, and playing with each other like toddler love birds. She’s seen Steve look over at his wife longingly for moments, before reverting into a typical child once more. One time, Jetstream must have been 2 and a half or thereabouts, reaching the limits of how far Royal Pain would let them grow. Looking in her eyes, she could almost see the woman that walked into the prom that night. The other three must’ve been ranging from 8 months to a year and a half.
Jetstream pulled herself up in her crib and pointed at the crib immediately next to hers.
“Who that?” She asked, drawing Royal Pain away from her book.
“Your husband Steve.” She replied truthfully.
“Oh” said the diaper clad girl.
“Who they?” She asked pointing to the other two babies.
“Your son and his girlfriend” Royal again replied plainly.
“Oh” said the toddler, once more.
“Pwetty Gween Dwess” She lisped, referring to Layla’s stained prom dress above the diagonal crib.
“Yes it is.” Said Royal Pain as she rose to check on Josie.
Royal Pain inspected her diaper and saw that she was wet, and picked her up to change her, and put a pacifier in her mouth. She cushioned her brown hair, which was getting pretty long for a toddler, it would be down to her diaper soon enough.
She deftly removed the diaper from the girl, and looked down at it. On it, was a printed visage of the adult Jetstream the world knew. She wrapped it up, but before she threw it out, she showed it to the girl on the changing table.
“This is what you used to look like.” She showed her. Her former conquerer, responsible for turning her into a baby first, then spit out her pacifier gently to the side.
“I no wanna be her.” She said in her toddler voice. “I wanna be just like you, mama” said Josie.
That was the first time any of her students ever called her mother.
Royal Pain let out a small smile. As she finished putting the fresh diaper, which compared to the other kids was rather large at this point, on the toddler. As she put Josie back in the crib, she then covered her own former likeness on the diaper with her tiny hands, to show her new mama that she wanted to be like her.
Royal Pain had her pacified the next day, once again the runt of the litter, dwarfed by the other babies in the room, let alone the school.
“Maybe she’s ready.” She thought out loud. She thought back to her day of victory, how she so bravely tried to enact revenge for her infant husband. Then she remembered what she could of being pacified herself. She would give her a few more chances to prove her loyalty, she thought.
