April's Little Dilemma

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Chapter Description: Whole Story

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It was a typical summer day in the city of New York, and top reporter for Channel 5, April O'Neil, was going through files with her friend Irma.

“I've had it up to here Irma!” shouted a frustrated April, pouring through report papers on her desk. “Burne is on my case about reporting on something big, but none of these seem very important or interesting.”

“Here, let me help.” said Irma, going through a few of the reports. “How about this one? Local fireman saves teddy bear collection from fire?”

“Nah.” said April.

“Governor caught kissing goose?” asked Irma.

“No way.” said April.

“Oh, it looks like the Rat King is back, hiding in the sewers.” said Irma.

“Well, that's really something I need the turtles help with.” said April.

“Where are they?” asked Irma.

“Oh, they're on some secret mission.” said April. “They wouldn't let me go with them this time. They kept saying I would get in the way.” She let out a long sigh and leaned against her desk. “If I could just figure out where the turtles went.”

“Maybe they're right.” said Irma. “You do get kidnapped a lot.”

“I do not!” said April, stomping her foot. Then she remembered all of the times something like that did happen. “Oh, you're right.” She sighed again, brushing the hair out of her face. “I'm tired of getting used as bait.”

“Didn't they try and train you in some self defense arts?” asked Irma.

“Yeah, but those won't really help against some super powered mutant.” said April. “Or Shredder, or some kind of giant robot.”

“You can't be expected to face something like that on your own.” said Irma. “Maybe one of these...”

“Oh, here's one that just came in.” said Irma.

“Oh good!” said April. “What is it? Something big I hope.”

“A rare crystal on display at the museum was stolen last night.” said Irma.

“Oh...” said April. “That doesn't sound like a very big story.”

“Oh come on April.” said Irma. “This sounds like a chance for you to hone your detective skills.”

“Well, maybe.” said April. “What are the details?”

“Well, experts say the crystal had some kind of restoration properties.” said Irma. “Of course, that's all myths and legends, but the crystal itself is worth millions.”

“Did the guards see anyone?” asked April.

“Well, that's the odd thing.” said Irma. “It says here that the guards are missing. All that was left at the scene were their uniforms lying on the floor.”

“Oh?” asked April. “Hmm, that does sound really weird. Did they suddenly turn nudist and run away to a nudist colony?”

“Heh, I don't think so.” said Irma. “Considering their cars were still in the parking garage and the camera doesn't show them leaving.

“Wait, the museum has security cameras.” said April. “Did the camera record anyone coming in?”

Irma showed her a photo of a rather stout cloaked figure from the camera. “Only this.” she said. “After this person entered, the cameras went offline.”

“Very suspicious.” said April. “Hm, okay! I'll check it out.”

“Want me to come with?” asked Irma.

“No, I'll need to sneak in.” said April. “It's better if I try and do this alone.

“Oh okay.” said Irma. She picked up another new report on her desk. “Guess I can look into this one.”

“What is it?” asked April.

“A flurry of baby supply thefts.” said Irma, rolling her eyes. “Sure sounds really important...” She let out a sarcastic sigh and began going over the information.

April looked over her own folder and examined the photos. It looked like the guards simply disappeared, leaving only their clothing behind. There were even flashlights left on the floor. The glass covering the crystal had somehow been opened manually, but there were no fingerprints. She took some notes, then got her Channel 6 van prepped by covering up the logo with a fake one.

That night, April drove the van down to the museum. She parked a bit far away, then made her way around back. As she thought, security was tight, and only staff was allowed to go in and out. It was very quiet outside, so April hid in the shadows, using the ninja hiding technique taught to her by the turtles. She waited, and bided her time, waiting for someone to come out. It began to get a little cold, but her yellow jumpsuit provided enough of a wind break for her to keep warm. It was taking a very long time, but eventually the door opened. One of the curators walked out, but left the door open. April seized this opportunity to run in quietly. “It's a good thing I wore these sneakers.” she said to herself. The door shut behind her, and she quietly made her way down the hall. There was still security waiting and watching, so she ducked into a nearby broom closet and looked around. There, on a shelf, was a pair of janitor's coveralls, as well as an ID laying nearby. Unfortunately, the photo was of a man with a mustache. “Great, how do I get a mustache?” She looked around and spotted a broom. She shrugged and grabbed a few bristles, then used some sticky tape to affix it to her face. Next she grabbed a blue cap and tucked her long, reddish-brown hair into it and put on the uniform, then clipped the ID to her front pocket. “Perfect.”

Out in the hall, some security guards were patrolling, shining their flashlights around. “Say Frank, shouldn't we just turn the lights on?” asked one of the more weighty guards.

“You kidding?” said Frank, an older, white haired guard. “They told us to keep all unnecessary lights off to save money.”

“Of course.” said the larger guard. “Anything to save a buck.” They began patrolling around when April made her move, slipping out of the closet with a mop and bucket.

“Hey you!” shouted the older guard. “Stop!” He walked up to April and looked at her ID. “Oh, it's just the cleaning crew. Go on ahead. Just don't touch the exhibits or the marked off area.”

April nodded and made her way down to the exhibits, pretending to clean the floor. She kept glancing up every now and then to see if the guards were looking, and slipped down closer and closer to where the crystal had been. There was now an area marked off by police tape, but April could see enough from nearby. “Hmm, no footprints.” she said to herself, quietly. “They said all that was left behind was the guards' uniforms. They must have taken them in to look for clues.” She examined the pedestal where the crystal had been. There were photos of the area in which the crystal had been found. It looked like a small room with strange markings on the walls. “Hmm, these markings look almost alien. I've been with the turtles enough to know that there are aliens out there. I wonder if it's anyone they know.” She continued to look around, and examined the name plate underneath where the crystal had been. “Hmm, property of Darling Industries, Janet Darling CEO. This exhibit only opens with the right key, which means whomever stole it had one. The only ones who had access to one would have been the curator and Janet herself. According to the police report, the curator had left for the day when it was stolen, and had gone to a restaurant for dinner with their family. They have several people who said they saw him at the restaurant that night, so it couldn't be him. That leaves only...” She looked at the name plate again. “Janet. I guess my next step is to interview her. Hmm, what's this?” She noticed some white powder on the floor near the exhibit. “How did they miss this?” She examined it and gave it a sniff. “Is that...baby powder? Very interesting.”

“Hey you!” shouted the large guard. “I thought we told you not to go beyond the taped off area.”

“Oh um, yes.” said April, doing her best low, manly voice. “I just found some dust here.” She swept it away and then continued on, having to clean most of the museum in order to maintain her cover before sneaking away again.

“Ugh, that was tiring.” said April, sneaking back into the janitor's closet and putting away her disguise. “This had better be worth my time and effort.” Soon she made her way back outside and to the van before going home.

After a good night's rest, April showered and got dressed in her usual yellow jumpsuit. She drove downtown to the Darling Industries building and parked in the rather large parking deck. Next, she made her way inside and to the elevator. She noticed that among the many floors in the building, there were several labs and R&D floors among the many with just office space, and at the top was where the CEO and other top brass were. She went up to the top floor, but was stopped by a security guard.

“Stop.” said the young security guard. He looked fresh out of high school. “Um, who are you?”

“I'm April O'Neil with Channel 6 News.” said April, showing her press badge. “I wanted to see if I could interview Ms. Darling about the crystal theft.”

“Oh, wait right here.” said the security guard. He went into a large wooden door that led to the offices.

April tried listening, but all she could hear were mumbles and grumbles. Soon enough, the guard came back out.

“She says she has time.” said the guard. “Go on in Ms. O'Neil.”

“Thanks.” said April. She made her way through the large, wooden double doors and into a very luxurious open space with a cupid fountain and all sorts of art displayed on the walls. Some of them were of the Darling family, starting with an old gentleman and going all the way down to Janet. The portrait of Janet showed a lovely, slender woman with long black hair, peachy skin, and beautiful face. Soft, fancy piano music played through the speakers in the ceiling, and in the back was another door with Janet's name on it. After admiring the décor, she made her way up and knocked. “Excuse me, Ms. Darling? April O'Neil with Channel 6 News here.”

“Yes Ms. O'Neil, please come in.” said a somewhat deep female voice from beyond the door.

April opened the door and walked into the large office of Janet Darling. It was a large, mostly white office with some sheer golden curtains, fancy gilded desk, shelves with small statues and books on them, and a large statue of a goddess in the corner. Sitting at the large white and gold desk was Janet herself, although she was quite larger than she appeared in her portrait. She had to be around three hundred pounds with creamy skin, long black hair done up in a bun, and brown eyes, wearing a white lab coat and gray business suit that did nothing to hide her extra pounds. She was, however, still very beautiful, and clearly cared about her appearance. “Thank you for letting me interview you Ms. Darling.” said April.

“Please, call me Janet.” said Janet. “Uh, have a seat right there.” She motioned to the nice, small office chair in front of her desk.

April sat down in the soft, cushioned seat and got out her tape recorder, turning it on. “So, Janet, please tell me about the crystal that was stolen.”

“Oh, getting right to it already?” asked Janet, sipping on some tea. “W-well, we actually don't know much about it yet.” She a bit nervous and kept looking around the room, avoiding eye contact. “It was discovered in a cave in the desert that looked like it was caused by some sort of deep impact.”

“How interesting!” said April, writing it all down. “Do you think it is alien in origin?”

“We can't say for sure.” said Janet. “However, the writing on the walls doesn't match any known Earth language, even going back to prehistoric times.”

“Gosh, how long do you think it was there?” asked April, doing her best to pretend to be interested.

“Judging by the scorches on the rock and the accumulation of sand and damage to the cave, we estimate around a thousand years or so.” said Janet.

“So the original owners of it are likely long gone.” said April, mostly joking.

“Oh, um, yes, of course.” said Janet. Feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden, she stood and began to walk around the large office, occasionally stopping at a window or a statue as she talked. “One of our expedition teams found it, so it is legally ours of course.”

“I bet the museum was glad to have it on display.” said April, watching her. She swore she could hear something rustling underneath Janet's clothing. She also noticed a strange bulge around her waist and groin, making her posterior look even larger than it was.

“They certainly were.” said Janet, trying to move slower and quieter. “After studying it for about a year, we decided to let them display it. I understand it got them some extra business.”

“Oh yes.” said April. “Including one burglar. Speaking of which, is there anyone you know who would want to steal it?”

“I suppose maybe a rival company.” said Janet, turning to face April. She blushed a little, feeling some gas coming on. “That or just a common thief who wanted some money.”

“Oh, I suppose so.” said April. “Someone must have really wanted it if they took out the guards and removed their clothing.”

“Ah, yes.” said Janet, blushing a little more. “That's right. They must have knocked them naked!” She laughed but only to cover the muffled sounds coming from her mid section.

“That would be some feat.” said April. “I noticed that there were only two keys to the case. One belongs to the curator, and the other to you.”

“Ah yes, w-well...” said Janet. Suddenly the device on her wrist began to beep frantically. “Oh! I almost forgot something very important. I'm very sorry Ms. O'Neil, but I have to cut this interview short. You can show yourself out, yes? I hope you don't mind.” She raced past April and out of her office door, leaving it open.

April stopped her recorder and stood up. When Janet ran by, she got a whiff of something familiar. “Was that...baby powder?” she wondered. “More importantly, where is she going so quickly? She didn't seem to like me asking about the keys. I had better follow her.”

Outside, April placed a tracking beacon on Janet's unmarked black van. “Thank goodness Donny gave me some of these.” she said to herself. “They may not be answering their turtle coms, but I can use mine to track this thing.” She heard someone coming and quickly hid behind another car.

“No, don't tell them where we're going.” said Janet, walking to the van with a few hired goons flanking her. She got in the passenger seat while one of the others got in to drive. “Okay, move it! I want to be there yesterday!” The van peeled off with a squeal of the tires, racing off down the streets.

April made her way to her van and got in, then began driving. She followed the beacon's signal to what looked like a warehouse just outside of the city. She made sure to stay a good distance away so that she wasn't spotted, but this meant she had to park her van elsewhere and walk to the structure.

Janet walked up to the door and pulled out a card from her lab coat, then swiped it on a pad next to the door. It opened with a whoosh and she stepped inside with the hired goons behind her. The door shut right behind them, not allowing any chance for April to sneak in.

“Hmm, how do I get in?” April wondered. She looked around the door and examined the pad, but found nothing she could use. Walking around the side of the warehouse, she noticed some vents along the side. “Maybe I can squeeze into one of those.” She walked over to one and managed to loosen it with some effort, then pull it off. There were some boxes off to the side that she used to climb up and into it. She squeezed in, getting a bit stuck around her rump. “Ugh, I shouldn't have had that doughnut earlier. Those always go right to my thighs. Ugh! Oof!” Her hips and rump were a tight fight, but she managed to squeeze into the vent and began crawling around inside. “Someone should really clean these ducts.” After taking a few twists and turns, April began hearing some voices from below. Shuffling over to a small opening, she peeked into it to see part of a room. She could see Janet walking in and over to a group of scientists. They all began talking, but were hard to hear over the fans in the ducts. She soon saw them walk further in, out of her view, and could see a strange light. There were some yells and screams, followed oddly by the sounds of babies cooing and crying. “Huh? Babies? Here? Why?” She heard Janet laughing, then saw her come back into her view. “It looks like she's grabbing that piece of tech there. What in the world is going on?”

Janet could hear something above her, but figured it must be rats or debris since the warehouse was old and mostly abandoned. It was an off-the-books acquisition made that wouldn't raise suspicion. She began to walk back towards another room when she heard a loud clank from above.

“Uh oh...” April said quietly to herself. “This vent is giving way...” She tried to shuffle back, but it was too late. The entire section of vent she was in fell with a loud thud, along with April inside of it. Thankfully it was a short fall, and didn't hurt her too badly. “Ouch...” She stood slowly, rubbing her back. “Uh, I can explain?”

“Ms. O'Neil!” shouted Janet. “You've been snooping around I see. I should have known you would follow me here. Oh well, I'm not surprised. You'll certainly do anything for a scoop.”

April stood, dusting herself off, and trying to maintain some level of dignity. “That's right!” she said. Her eyes spied the multi-sided pink and blue crystal sitting inside some sort of glass box, hooked up to some sort of computer with wires. “The crystal! So you DID steal it. But why?” Looking over to the side, she saw some diapered babies crawling around inside over-sized lab coats and other clothing. “And what's with the babies?”

“I guess the cat is out of the bag.” said Janet, now sounding more secure in tone. She walked between April and the babies, toward the machine. “You may have pieced it together by now now, but those babies are, or were, my lab assistants.”

“They are?!” asked April, unbelieving of such a thing. “I suppose that would explain why only the guards' clothing was left behind at the scene. You somehow turned them into babies too didn't you?!”

“You catch on quick.” said Janet. “That's right!” She picked up the squirming babies and carried them over to a sectioned off corner of the room. “They were getting cold feet, threatening to call the police. Well, they won't be saying much to anyone now. As for those pesky guards.” Pulling back a white curtain, she revealed a large mesh playpen with some babies already inside of it. “Here they are. Would you like to interview them? I don't think they'll have much to say.” She laughed and placed the lab assistant babies into the playpen with the others. The babies in the playpen saw new playmates and knew who they were. They began to babble and fuss, pointing chubby fingers at each other, as if blaming one another for the situation they found themselves in. One of them, a chubby little baby boy with brown hair, suddenly stopped and blushed. His diaper expanded under him, and the others pointed and giggled.

“They really are babies.” said April, pinching her nose. “But why? Why do this? Why steal your own crystal?”

“All will be revealed soon.” said Janet, walking toward the crystal and machine. “You see, for weeks I've been requesting to inspect the crystal, only to secretly swap it out with a fake for a while. I'd bring it back here for my scientists to test, then take it back before the curator would do any close inspections.”

“Then one night, you got caught.” said April, walking closer to her, trying to get between her and the crystal.

“Yes, those pesky guards.” said Janet, looking down to the babies fumbling around in their diapers. “They saw me swapping the crystal, so I had to silence them. The idiots set off the alarm, so I had to gather them up and take them out quickly.” She began moving closer to the crystal sitting inside the machine.

“So the crystal turns people into babies?” asked April.

“Yes.” said Janet, reaching towards it. “As you will soon see for yourself.” Before she could reach it, April lunged, slapping her hand away.

“Oh no you don't!” said April. “I'm not ending up in that playpen. You'll be going to your own pen though, in jail!”

“You think you can stop me?” asked Janet. She got into a grappling pose, ready to strike. “I may look large, but I assure you, I can do some damage.” Her rump continued to crinkle loudly as she moved.

April noticed, but didn't have time to question such things. Instead, she used some masterful moves taught to her by the turtles to try and get the better of Janet. “So can I!” she shouted.

Janet's heavy body was too large for April to do much damage to, and she simply shoved her aside using her wide hips, then grabbed the crystal. “I hope you like wearing diapers and eating baby food!” she yelled, preparing the crystal.

April knelt suddenly and performed a sweeping kick, knocking Janet down too the floor with a heavy thud, and causing her to drop the crystal. It slid across the room along the floor, and April raced towards it.

“Not so fast!” said Janet, racing towards her.

April's fingers reached the crystal, but she fumbled and fell to the floor. “Ugh, no good!” she said.

“Got you!” said Janet, suddenly pouncing and sitting on April.

April struggled, but barely managed to turn around. Unfortunately, her face now met Janet's rear, and she was now able to fully confirm that she wore a diaper under her clothing. “Oh ew!” she said. “An adult diaper? Really?”

“That's right!” said Janet, grabbing the crystal while holding April down using her full weight. “During my research I accidentally used the crystal on myself. I became a mere infant, and was stuck that way for weeks until discovering a way to reverse it. Unfortunately, it left me with full incontinence and a heavy appetite for baby food. I gained a lot of weight as a result, but I just can't get enough of it!”

“So that explains the weight difference between you and the painting I saw.” said April, struggling under Janet. “That's unfortunate, but I don't intend to join you in diapers!” She kicked and squirmed, doing her best to get free, but all she got was a blast in the face that came from within Janet's diaper.

“Hahaha!” Janet laughed. “We'll see about that!” She turned and grabbed April, then tossed her across the room, slamming her into a metal rack full of lab coats.

April was stunned and hurt her head from the throw, but managed to stand, wobbly. “Oh...ugh...” she moaned, holding her head. Before she could fully recover, she was suddenly blinded by a strange light.

Janet stood, holding the crystal with two fingers, aiming it at April. “Now you will see!” she said. “You will feel what I felt!” Waves of light began to emit from the crystal, bathing April in a warm pink light.

“Ugh, huh?” said April, not noticing anything at first. There was a warm feeling, then a strange tingle. “Hah! It doesn't work!” When she tried to move, her panties felt different. It was as if they were growing thicker under her clothes. She looked down to see her underwear ballooning, bulging her yellow jump suit front to back between her legs. It began pushing her legs apart a little, and made an audible crinkling sound. “Wait, is this a...” She unzipped her jumpsuit and saw that her panties had become very childish, pink disposable pullups with unicorns and rainbows on it. It shifted and changed, ballooning even more until it popped into a full on diaper with teddy bears, baby blocks, and pacifiers on it. “Diaper?!” She gasped, hearing her voice suddenly get higher in tone. Seconds after, she began to lose height. She looked at her hands and saw them grow smaller. The sleeves of her jumpsuit, normally rolled up to her elbows, wiggled and snaked down her arms and began to cover her hands. “I'm getting...smaller!” Her white running shoes felt roomy as her feet shrank and her toes retreated from the front tips. She looked down at her chest and saw it deflate in front of her eyes. “Oh noooo!” She cried out, loosing her maturity. Everything was growing around her, including her jump suit, which was quickly bunching up on her. She looked like a child dressed in mommy's clothes as she dropped down past puberty and into single digits. She could feel her gums tingle and noticed a few teeth recede upwards, leaving awkward gaps. “My teef!” She turned to look at Janet, who seemed to be growing in front of her, looking more and more intimidating as time went on.

“Yes, down you go!” said Janet. “Smaller and smaller! Awww, you certainly were cute as a child. It looks like you were a bit of a late bloomer though.” She chuckled as she watched April lose more and more age while she held the crystal outward.

“You won't get away with this!” April squeaked. She tried to run, but tripped on her shoes and tumbled, getting lost in her large jumpsuit. She squirmed and kicked as it grew around her, becoming like a sleeping bag, then a tent. The gaps in her teeth started getting replaced with baby teeth, and her hair grew shorter and softer. Her facial features rounded and softened, giving her a more innocent look. Her body was beginning to regain lost baby fat, plumping ever so slowly. She stood and wobbled in her large shoes and clothing, still wearing the diaper, which was shrinking with her. She looked like a mere toddler now, and was still shrinking away. “I dun wanna diapee! You big meany! I gonna get da tuwtles!” She turned and tried to walk, holding both of her little arms out and taking large steps. She stepped right out of her clothing, now only clad in a diaper, and shrinking with every step she took. Her limbs rolled with more baby fat, becoming softer and weaker. Her skin was now a lighter shade of pink, and her tummy bulged over her diaper a little. Suddenly, she was hit with a powerful urge that caused her to squat and grunt. She held her tummy and huffed, then felt her diaper grow warm in front and sag in the rear. A few muted sounds came from her diaper as it sagged lower and lower, growing heavier and heavier. When it became apparent that she was using her diaper as a toilet, she blushed hotly and tears began rolling down her cute, chubby cheeks. Soon after, she shrank even more, and some of her baby teeth disappeared into her gums. Her legs wobbled weakly, and she lost the ability to walk, plopping down on her bottom in her wet and messy diaper. The sudden shock along with regressed emotions made her begin to kick her chubby legs and drum her heels on the floor, crying out in a babyish tantrum.

“Awww, aren't you a cute little baby?” asked Janet, walking over her. She picked up the squalling infant and smiled, wrinkling her nose. “Hahaha, just look at you! The renowned reporter April O'Neil, now just a diaper pooping, incompetent baby! Let's take care of that diaper shall we?” She chuckled and took April over to a nearby table, then laid her down on it.

April blushed and squirmed on the table, trying to get away. She tried to yell and fuss at Janet to tell her she would pay for what she did, but all that came out was baby babble. “Oh no! I can't talk!” she thought to herself. “This is so embarrassing! I can't believe I'm a baby! This diaper feels so gross!” She continued to fuss and squirm until Janet strapped a black strap across her belly to keep her from rolling off.

“Can't have any accidents now can we?” said Janet, teasing April. “Well, other than the one you just had.” She chuckled and untaped April's disposable diaper, then opened it. “Phew! You made quite a mess! I hope you enjoy wearing diapers, because you'll be in them for a long, long time!” She lifted April by the ankles then wiped her clean with a couple of sweet smelling baby wipes.

April kicked and squirmed, but couldn't get away. “If I can't escape, I'll at least make it as difficult for her as possible!” she thought to herself. It was hard to control her plump little limbs, but she managed to kick Janet's hands a few times, causing her to drop things. Each time she succeeded in making her angry, she giggled and clapped her chubby little hands.

“Very funny.” said Janet. “I suppose I'll just let you sit in a dirty diaper for a while next time. A diaper rash can be quite irritating. Believe me.” She disposed of the used diaper, then got out a fresh pink one. She once again lifted April by the ankles and slid the open diaper under her, then sprinkled some baby powder into it, and settled her into it. Next, she pulled the front up between her legs and taped it snugly around her protruding belly. After unfastening the strap, she picked up April and held her. “Now you see there is nothing you or the others can do.” She pressed a button on the wall next to an intercom. “Get in here. I need some...assistance.”

April noticed a familiar scent and smirked. It seemed she wasn't the only one who needed a diaper change.

“Yes ma'am.” said a male voice over the intercom. Soon two young men dressed in black suits entered. It was obvious that they were the supposed body guards from earlier. They picked up April's clothing and placed it into a bag, then began a round of diaper changes on the other infants while Janet walked into a nearby restroom.

“Be right back.” she said while blushing. “I just um, need a change too, real quick.” She left the room while the others took care of the babies, but soon came back out wearing a fresh diaper and what looked like a large black onesie. She picked up April while the guards carried the others, and took her out to the large black van. Each of them were placed into baby seats in the van and strapped in. Even April was placed into one next to one of the lab assistants.

“Now you'll see the first part of my plan.” said Janet, getting into the passenger seat. They drove back downtown to the large office building, but stopped a hidden space that was only accessible using a special key card. Once scanned, a large door opened, and they were driven inside. One they had stopped, the guards got all of the babies out of the van and took them to a secret elevator that led directly to Janet's office.

April just babbled and fussed about all the secrets being revealed to her. “She's got so much hidden away!” she thought. “There's really no telling what she has planned. Ugh, if only I could somehow get hold of the turtles. But my turtle com is in the pocket of my jumpsuit. I feel so...so helpless! I'm so small and weak. I can't do anything!”

Janet carried April into her office while the guards carried the others. She pulled out a book from her shelf, Dr. Spock's Baby and Child Care, and the book case slid open. Inside, behind the book case, was a full on nursery complete with cribs, playpens, changing tables, toys, and more. It was decorated in a babyish pink and blue color scheme, and had cartoonish scenes painted on the walls. Along the wall were some high chairs, and each infant was placed into one. Janet personally saw to April, putting her in a pastel yellow one with duckies on it.

The two guards got out several jars of baby food and began feeding each baby. To April's surprise, each of them seemed to eat the food eagerly. At first, she was resistant, turning up her nose at the food and keeping her mouth closed, making it very difficult for Janet to feed her.

“Come on Ms. O'Neil, give it a try.” said Janet. “It's very...tasty.” She scooped up some and ate it herself, smiling and swallowing. “Ah, so good! You don't know what you're missing.” She ate until the whole jar was empty. “Oh drat, hand me another!”

April just giggled and kicked her feet, then stuck her tongue out.

Janet used the opportunity to jam some of the food into her mouth, then smiled. “Haha, see?” she said. “It's good isn't it?”

April tasted the food, and her first reaction was to gag, but then her regressed taste buds began to crave the taste. Indeed, to her it tasted like some divine, absolutely delicious food, and she found herself eating the goopy stuff of her own free will. She dribbled some down her chin, which landed on her chest, but it was scooped up and fed to her as if it were fresh. April downed it all, not caring about any that fell from her mouth. “She's right!” she thought. “This tastes really good! I can't resist eating it! I want more! More!” She ate and ate until at last she was full, and her tummy bulged. Each of the others had finished as well, and looked sleepy.

“Now you see, it's not so bad is it?” asked Janet. “Soon I'll enact my plan, and turn most of the people in the city, no, the world into helpless babies!”

April looked surprised upon hearing this news, and began to fuss and struggle.

“Oh relax, you have it easy.” said Janet. “You don't have to do anything but play. Soon you'll have a lot more play mates. Why, I bet I could even get those turtles in here to entertain you. I bet they would make cute little babies. Of course, I will have to leave some citizens of the city as adults to help take care of the mass of babies, but my company will make millions producing baby food and baby supplies for life! We only recently discovered how to randomize the crystal's light so that not everyone will be effected by it. We can also aim it directly at specific targets, so anyone who tries to come stop me will just end up as a helpless little baby. The crystal must have been used over a thousand years ago, to return people to infancy, likely as a means to cure illness or simply live longer. However, I have found a new use for it! With the crystal I can keep everyone as babies forever, and forever in need of supplies created by my company!” She laughed out loud, getting a little carried away. A muted fart came from her diaper, causing her to blush. “Oh, please excuse me.” She turned and left, holding her padded rear. “I simply must find a way to reverse this blasted incontinence.”

The guards gathered up the babies and placed them down into cribs for a nap, each placing a bottle of milk next to them for them to nurse on. The babies all squirmed and fussed, but eventually fell asleep. April was wide awake though, and trying to think of a plan. “It's hard to think.” she thought to herself. “The regression is effecting my mind as well as my body. I can still think somewhat though. I just need to figure out a way out of here. My best bet is to wait until someone drops their guard and I can get that crystal...somehow. I just hope I can stop her before she regresses the entire world! There would be mass chaos! Imagine people turning into babies as they drive to work or are performing surgery. People could die! I can't let that happen. I need to do something. I just...need a nap first. Yes, a nice nap sounds good. Mmm, this crib is very soft. What's this? A baby bottle. Well, I'm certainly not going to use it.” She laid there thinking about everything, and soon her thumb crept up to her mouth. As she suckled on it, she fell into a peaceful baby sleep.

The next day April woke up to see Janet looking down at her. She felt a warmth in her diaper, and knew she needed a change. Blushing heavily, she babbled angrily up at Janet and beat her tiny fists against the crib mattress.

“Good morning to you too!” said Janet. She was sporting a spiffy black and red business suit with her hair done up in a bun. “It's time to make some new friends!” She plucked April from her crib and took her to one of the changing tables, changing her diaper. “You know, sometimes I wish someone would change me. Part of me kind of liked being a baby... I felt free of responsibility, cares, and worries. Until I started to miss things like eating solid food anyway. Oh well, I'm sure you'll learn to enjoy babyhood. You all will.”

April blushed and fussed angrily, but impotently. She was soon fed a breakfast of baby food and a bottle, which she ate once again with pleasure.

Janet smiled and ate some as well, enjoying it, then pulled out a tiny yellow sleeper for April. “Like it?” she asked. “I got it just for you. Yellow really suits you at any age.”

April blushed and squirmed as she was dressed in the cute little outfit. “This is so embarrassing!” she screamed in her head.

“Brought to you by Darling Industries of course.” said Janet. “Our newest line of baby wear.” She picked up the fussy little reporter and bounced her in her arms a little. “I have just the place to setup my machine. The top of Channel 6!”

April had a cute shocked look on her face as she drooled.

“Want to know how?” asked Janet. She pulled out April's press card. “I think this can get me in and up to the roof. I'll even take you with me so you can witness all of the fun!”

April just fussed and cried loudly, acting the part of the baby. “If I can fool her into thinking I'm just a dumb baby, I could get her to drop her guard.” she thought. “Then I can use her machine to turn me back!”

“Aww, don't cry.” said Janet. “After all, you won't be alone.” She smiled and put April into a baby carrier, then carried her out of the building and to her van. All of the machinery was here, including the strange technical device she grabbed earlier.

April finally got a good look at it, and it looked like a strange remote control box with light up buttons and a tiny satellite dish on it. “Maybe if I can grab that control...” she thought. She reached, but it was too far away for her tiny arms to reach. “Ah! Gahbuh!” she babbled.

“What's wrong?” asked Janet as they drove to the Channel 6 building. “You want this? It's far to sophisticated for a little baby. Here, try this instead.” She handed April a pink and white baby rattle.

April just frowned and tossed the rattle onto the floor of the van, then folded her arms and pouted adorably.

“Hahaha! My but you are cute.” said Janet. “I think when this is all over, I'll keep you as my own child.”

April looked terrified at that prospect, and felt her diaper grow warm. She blushed and hid her face with her tiny hands, all embarrassed.

“Aww, wet already?” asked Janet. “Don't worry, you'll get used to it.” She smiled and patted her own diaper knowingly.

Soon they had pulled up to the building and exited the van. Janet carried a large silver briefcase and baby April, in her carrier, up to the security door and used her press card to enter. April blushed, hoping no one would recognize her. Anyone who saw her merely thought she was someone important, thanks to her business attire. Most ignored the baby she carried, but some stopped to gawk and gush over her.

“Awww, how cute!” said Irma, showing up in the hallway. “How old is your baby?”

“Oh, um, she's a year old.” said Janet, hoping Irma wouldn't recognize the baby.

April looked at Irma and began to babble loudly, trying desperately to talk to her. “Irma it's me! April!” she screamed in her head. All that came out was “Eeehah! Aaapeeh!”

“Aww, she's adorable!” said Irma. “She looks just like a tiny baby April O'Neil in that sleeper.

“Hahaha, I guess she does!” said Janet, trying to get by her. “Well, see you!” She hurried on by and down the hallway as April kept reaching out to Irma and crying. Janet kept using April's card to get into the back and maintenance areas, then to the elevator and up to the roof. “Finally! It's a good thing everyone here are such fools. They didn't even ask who I was!” She put April, still in her carrier, down on the ground and opened up the briefcase. She took out the mini version of the machine inside, and began hooking it up to the large metal signal tower on top of the building.

April wiggled and struggled with the buckles in the carrier, trying her best to get free.

“Soon the city will be filled with the sounds of crying infants!” said Janet, bragging out loud while putting the crystal in place. “First the city, then the world!” She flicked a switch on the device, turning it on. Waves of pink and blue light began to radiate outward from it. Janet herself was shielded from the effects, but below and around them, things began to change.

“Okay Irma,” said Burne, the boss of Channel 6 News. “I can't find April, so we'll have to go with your story. I hope you're ready.”

“Um, yeah!” said Irma, sweating a bit. “N-no problem!” She sat at the news desk and looked over her notes to make sure everything was ready, then the light came on. “Good evening! I'm your news anchor for tonight. April O'Neil is um, out sick. I think. Many of you may have heard about the recent theft of diapers and baby supplies. Well, I've been looking into it, and I think I may have...” Suddenly the waves of light entered the studio, and Irma looked around in wonder. “What's with the light show?” She adjusted her glasses, but they kept falling down her nose. Soon she noticed that the desk seemed to be rising up. The whole room seemed to be growing, and something felt off about her underwear. It began to thicken and bulge as she shrank behind the news desk. “Oh my!” Her voice squeaked an octave higher, and her glasses looked ridiculously large on her. “What's going on here? Why do I sound like a little kid?” Her feet were no longer touching the floor, and had left her shoes behind. She shrieked and shrank down behind the desk, getting smaller and younger. All around her, there were others in the same boat, shrinking and regressing, turning into teens, then children, then toddlers, and finally mere babies dressed only in diapers.

Outside, a street hot dog vendor was lying on his back, chewing on a hot dog with mostly his gums. Inside a fancy restaurant, babies were tossing food around and making messes of themselves and others.

On the street, people in cars had stopped to get out, only to leave their clothing behind, now toddling and crawling around the street in diapers.

At the mall, a shopper and her infant daughter had now become the same age, and both were fighting over a stuffed toy rabbit. A police officer was toddling and stumbling around with an over-sized police cap on, unable to see where he was going.

In the park, a jogger had slowed to a walk, then an awkward waddle as their underwear became a bulky diaper, and finally to crawling, leaving their other clothing behind, but still determined to finish their workout.

At a nearby fashion show, a beautiful female model grew ever younger with each photo taken by a local fashion magazine editor. Each photo showed her growing smaller as her outfit swallowed her, and she lost her curvy figure, soon becoming much too young to model, let alone work, and kept growing younger. When a diaper appeared on her, she blushed, but kept posing as the camera's flash went off. Soon she was a mere toddler, swimming in her expensive outfit, and then she was left a plump little baby who would now only model for diapers. Meanwhile, confused baby girls now crawled down the catwalk in their diapers, tugging their pretty outfits along behind them and babbling to one another, unsure of what to do while they showed off their diapers.

In another part of the city, a local street gang were now just a bunch of drooling babies, crawling down the sidewalk.

At the gym there was more muscle loss than muscle gain as those working out had become too weak to lift anything heavier than a rattle. Some tried in vein to lift even the smallest weight, only to end up filling their diapers. Still others, who were doing yoga, discovered how flexible they were while lying on their backs and began sucking on their toes. It seemed as if some were taking to their new age smoothly while others screamed and cried, panicking and looking for someone big to help them. The few that were still adults managed to help the de-aged ones, gathering them up and helping them out of the streets.

Back in the news studio, almost everyone was now a baby. Only Vern and a handful of assistants were left to run things.

“Oh no!” shouted Vern. “I'm surrounded by babies!” He looked down to see baby Burne tugging at his pants legs, needing a change. “I don't know how to take care of a baby, let alone change a diaper!”

Baby Irma lay on the news desk, kicking her feet and babbling to the camera as she shook a rattle that looked like a microphone.

“Muahahaha!” Janet laughed from atop the building. She could see what was going on in the news room thanks to a small, portable TV. She could see and hear the panic and babies crying around her and cheered it all on. “I guess it's time to send out my little squad of helpers.” She pushed a button, signaling some employees inside her office building to go on the move and gather up as many babies as they could in order to sort them out and take care of them.

While this was going on, April had managed to unbuckle herself from the carrier, and was crawling toward the machine. “Ugh, just moving around is so hard!” she thought. “If I could just reach that control.” She looked up and saw the remote device on top of an air conditioning unit. She grabbed hold of the sides with her tiny, soft, pink little digits and pulled with all of her babyish might. Her weak little muscles strained, making her shake and wobble, but she managed to get to her chubby little feet and stand. “Almost...got it...” She reached up, standing on the tips of her little toes, and touched the remote with her little fingers. She grunted and groaned, reaching and stretching as far as she could, while also making a mess of her diaper. Her fingers grazed the remote again, and it moved and wobbled, spinning around before falling. Luckily, April managed to catch it before it hit the hard ground, but not before she too fell to her messy diapered rear. Tears welled up in her eyes from the shock of the fall and the uncomfortable feeling of mush against her bottom, but she had to fight it off. “This is no time to cry!” She looked at the remote and began pushing buttons, making the machine whir and buzz.

Janet heard the machine buzzing and looked at it. “What's going on here?” she wondered. “Where is my...the remote!” She looked and saw April pushing buttons on it. “No! Drop that remote you little brat!” But it was too late.

April had already begun to grow, and was now able to stand and walk. She began to awkwardly toddle away from Janet, with her diaper swaying between her legs. Her yellow pajamas began to tear as she grew, and soon she had outgrown it. She managed to remove it and stood there in her filled diaper sticking her tongue out. “No!” she shouted, sounding like a fussy toddler. “Mine!” She kept pushing buttons on it, then aimed it at Janet.

“Stop that!” said Janet. “You don't know what you're doing!”

“Uh huh!” said April, pressing a button. The crystal's light bathed Janet in it's glow, causing her to once again begin to regress.

“No!” shouted a shrinking Janet. “Not again! I won't!” She bent over, holding her stomach, and began filling her diaper as she shrank into her business suit. Though she grew younger, the weight she gained remained, and she became a pudgy teenager, then chubby child. “Gimme that!”

“Hehe, no way!” said April, now about the same age as Janet. They seemed to exchange heights as April soon grew taller than her, and was now able to get away much easier.

Janet pouted and fussed, stomping her feet. “No fair!” she shouted, growing ever smaller. “No faiw! You no pway faiw!” She looked down at her tiny hands as she shrank down more and more, getting swallowed by her suit. “Dis yer fawt! Ya jus a...abah..babboo!” She continued to shrink, her hair becoming shorter and softer. Her skin became lighter and even pudgier, and her legs grew weak under her weight. Soon she fell to her bottom in the over-sized suit and seemed to disappear. Her tiny baby hand reached out, then her little head poked out of the neck hole, looking around curiously and blushing. She looked up to see a fully grown April, who had managed to get her suit back, though still had on a huge, bulky adult diaper.

April smiled and reached down, plucking baby Janet from her clothes. “Well well, what do we have here?” she said, teasing and enjoying being on the other side of the play pen walls. “Someone sure is stinky!”

Janet blushed and fussed, kicking and swinging her tiny fists impotently. “Phew! I know you're used to it, but not me.” She looked at the news feed and saw the chaos. “I have to fix this.” She began pecking at the remote again, and found the right combination of buttons to reverse the effects. Those effected began to grow back up, though were now stuck wearing diapers in embarrassing situations.

In the news room, a very confused Irma hid behind the desk as she grew back into adulthood, using some news papers to cover herself, “W-well, that's the news!” she said with a very red face. “Over to Kent for the weather!” The camera angle changed to show a male news caster wearing only a diaper slowly growing back up from baby to adult, then stood there embarrassed, pointing at the weather map. His diaper grew warm and wet, making him blush.

“It seems like this weekend will be a very wet one!” he said, blushing terribly.

Burne, now an adult again, wearing a soiled diaper, stood there next to Vern. “Uh, mind giving me a hand with this?” he asked.

“Umm, sorry, gotta go!” said Vern, turning and running away.

“Phew, that did it.” said April. “Now things can go back to normal.” She looked down at her bulging diaper pushing the front of her yellow jumpsuit open. “Or maybe back to a new normal. Ugh, I need to get out of this thing.”

Janet cried loudly and fussed, also wanting a change.

“Guess you need one too.” said April. “You'll get plenty of diaper changes in baby jail. If there is such a thing.” She picked up the crystal and destroyed the machine, then took Janet back down the elevator to show her off to a very grumpy, diaper clad staff.

A few months later, and citizens of New York have adapted to their new, diaper dependent life. April O'Neil now appears on TV, looking a bit chubbier with a larger tummy, face, and limbs underneath a tight yellow jumpsuit, which also bulges with an obvious thick diaper underneath.

“It's a new day in New York, after the terrifying events of the youthening crystal's effects.” said April, reading a report. “Janet Darling, owner and CEO of Darling Industries is behind bars. Crib bars. A judge has found her guilty, even if she is in the body of a baby. She has been court ordered to remain a baby and grow back up naturally while attending the new daycare wing of minimum security prison. She and her company have been ordered to pay a hefty fine to the city as well as supply diapers and baby food to those affected by the crystal.” She takes a moment to scoop some baby food into her mouth and swallow. “Mmm, in other news, new flavors of baby food are appearing on the market, and support groups have formed consisting of those who were made diaper dependent. Some have managed to cope via acting out their new infantile desires in these groups, prompting new job openings for adult baby nannies.”

“We're sure glad you stopped that machine before the waves reached outside the city.” said Irma, sitting next to her, drinking from a large baby bottle. “At least the whole world isn't in diapers.”

“You've got that right.” said April. “Coming up next...” She suddenly paused and grunted, then blushed, passing a bit of gas as well as making a mess in her diaper. “Uh, the latest in adult diapers. These promise not to leak and will keep all mess and odor contained completely.”

“Can't wait for that.” said Irma, fanning her nose.

Meanwhile, in the daycare wing of prison, Janet sits in a play pen pretending to be on a call with someone important. She babbles on the toy phone, pushing buttons and giggling. “Ah, this is so much better.” she thought. “I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. I should have just stayed a baby the first time. I should really thank April for what she did. Maybe I'll send her some of our newest, ultra supreme diapers on the house. I'm going to make the most of this second chance and learn as much as I can. But first...” She rolled over and pulled a foot up to her face, nomming on her toes and cooing. “A little toe break.”

The End

 

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