Lauren's story

Chapter 1
Lauren's story

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Chapter Description: Lauren recap's on a wish gone horribly wrong.

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"Last week I was your average teenage high school girl looking forward to starting her first day of her senior year. I wasn’t particularly popular but I had a few friends and decent life ahead of me, I always wished I was a little cuter but this wasn’t what I had in mind.

Today I am instead dreading my first day in day care... this was not what I had in mind... and this is not what I had intended to write."

Lauren had been writing her journal for years, but of late she had discovered that the basic skills required to complete a journal were no longer present with her.

Ever since the incident she had struggled to read even the most basic of words, let alone write them. In her mind her message was perfecly clear as she wrote her dairy into her coloring book.

To everyone else in the world, the message was no more than the scribled mess of a child playing with her coloring book.

Even holding a pen had become a task that required great concentration, the slender shape was not easy to grasp in her small pudgy hands, infact the pen wasn’t even a pen, it was a brightly colored crayon.

She no longer held the crayon delicately like she would have used to, she held the crayon in a far easier to manage balled fist.

As she finished her incomprehensive message she paused and thought back to the day that her life had changed.

In her moment of pause her ’mother’, real name Bree, peeled off the page from her note pad whilst cooing at the toiddling baby before her who reached for the paper in protest.

To Bree, her mother, she saw nothing but her little angel holding up her arms for a hug. She scooped up the child and carried her into the kitchen.

"So little lady, this is the masterpiece you’ve been working on huh?" She rubbed her nose against the childs as she spoke and kissed her lovingly on the cheek.

Lauren couldn’t help but giggle and blush at the attention but still she tried to protest but her attempt was feeble what she was thinking was "get off me bitch, that’s my diary", instead her words were a slurred,lisped and playful "no, that’s my papah," as she giggled trying to reach her for her paper.

Her mother wheeled on her feet and attached it to the fridge with a magnet, "your daddy will be so proud" she proclaimed.

Lauren’s thoughts again were very different to the words her voice spoke, in her mind she protested strongly "No! No you fool! that is my diary, take it off the fridge" but instead she just whined some incomprehensive jibberish.

"My little artist must be hungry huh? You wanna have some food? Today, we have some more grown up food for you to try, would you like that? Would you like that? Yeah?"

Lauren thought this woman was an idiot, she asked these questions but no matter what reply she gave, she had to do whatever this woman would want anyway. She had no choice in her clothes, no choice on the food she ate and she wasn’t even allowed to use the toilet, instead she had a potty and had to go where everyone could see, the alternative was a diaper, which she had to wear at night anyway.

Her free will was no longer her own, she was a prisoner trapped in this body that no one would listen to or take any notice of what she was trying to say.

Yesterday for instance Lauren was trying to communicate on a topic that Bree was having with her husband, after stating the obvious, that Bree was wrong, both Bree and her moronic husband made degrading playful gestures and comments as if they hadn’t heard a word she had said.

Add to this humilation that Bree’s even more idiotic friend Laurice bought her own children around for the afternoon on a daily basis, of whom she had to entertain, Lauren now knew that her life was hell.

Bree plopped Lauren into her high chair, strapped her in like a prisoner and began to scoop spoonfuls of mush into her face whilst making "choo choo’s" she managed to mention something worth while mentioning, well it wasn’t something she said to Lauren, rather something she said infront of Lauren whilst on the phone.

"Oh that’s great, I’ll call the sitter.... oh you know the girl down the street, I used her last week.... she was great, when we came back little Lauren was fast asleep...yes they were sleeping together on the couch... yes she was a little wet but that wasn’t really her fault she fell asleep...yes she did leave a bit of a mess to clear up.... well Lauren liked her at least, the last one made her so miserable.... ok great, come over whenever, I’ve just fed her so she’ll be down for a nap soon but I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to see him"

Bree turned to the child with a beeming smile "Did you hear that? Your little friends are coming over to play."

Bree cleaned up little Lauren and laid her to rest in her pen, Lauren dozed off quickly but woke with a start.

Before her with his bare chubby naked legs kicking in all directions was Timmy, the big fat stupid baby. He was sat on his diapered backside wearing a light blue t-shirt, his finger was firmly up his nose as Lauren looked on in horror.

She felt his soft flubbery legs kicking her equally soft pudgy body as she rolled onto her front and crawled to the netted walls of the pen.

She knew she was older, she had more hair and could walk if she wanted to, but Timmy was one huge baby and every time he came around she was forced to adorne a similar attire because Bree thought they looked so cute together.

Lauren found her feet with the aid of the netted pen, she turned to look at Timmy, with a booger coated finger headed straight to his mouth, she felt like gagging as his finger emergered licked clean.

She fell onto her own diaper clad bottom which squelched as she landed. The sheer embarrasment of the whole situation forced a tear from her eye, her emotions swelled as she began to kick her legs in anger and upset, her distraught brought with it the inevitable cry of a wailing child in need of attention.

She was scooped from the pen craddled gently until calm, it wasn’t Bree who had collected her but a sitter, her name was Amy, and it was she who last week was a baby being sat by Lauren.

Lauren looked up at Amy whilst she was changed, she almost admired her for a while, Amy had a good figure and a decent pair of breasts, slightly exposed under her cardigan, enough for Lauren to get a good look as Amy kneeled over her but not too revealing. Amy had long dark straight hair and clean, pale skin, much like her’s used to be but far healthier, she was almost the same but definately prettier.

"There you go kiddo" she said lifting the little one to her feet, "all nice and clean again" she had a beeming smile.

Lauren was remarkably quiet considering her current state of thought, she was only about knee high, so apart from feeling small and actually being so small, it was rather impressive for her to not throw a tantrum as her emotional control was now that of a two year old’s.

Amy stared back at Lauren before kneeling down, she held out her arms and pulled a face of sympathy, "how are you coping?" she asked.

"What!?!" though Lauren, her expression said it all and Amy quickly continued the conversation, "now please don’t get upset but do you remember that night last week?"

Lauren couldn’t forget it, she was baby sitting this girl, Amy, the baby turned hot teenager... she was meant to be getting paid good money that she’d put towards books for college, instead she’s ended up back in diapers with a drooling, babbling baby for company.

Her lips began to quiver, "Oh don’t cry Lauren, it’s going to be ok" she held Lauren closely as she began to cry.

"I was thinking about what happened and I think I might know what happened. I don’t think you were happy with your life? I think you were here last week and wished for a new one?"

Between sobs Lauren and looked up at Amy, "No, I don’ wanna be a baby"

"Oh but you are, you wanted to be a baby as cute as could be, and now you are. It is what you wanted, don’t you remember?" asked Amy in a patronishing way, she held back a giggle, " You have litterally got what you wished for, you are the cutest little thing"

"No I didn’t.... pwease I didn’t..." squeeked Lauren between sobbing tears.

Think back to that night, remember what you said....

Lauren was back in her former self, a teenage girl minding a sweet little baby.

As she laid on the couch watching TV a storm in the sky began to rage, the reception died out leaving her alone with the child who began to cry.

Whilst holding little Amy she thought about the party all the cool girls were going to, she bobbed around trying to calm the child whilst wondering if all the hot guys would be there, she really hoped she would be invited but knew that she wasn’t cool enough.

She strolled around the room gently craddling the baby in a soothing manner, she held a now calm Amy at arms length who stared back at her, she said the words under a sigh of a breath "I wish i was cute."

It was at that moment that Amy felt heavier, Lauren’s arm’s began to quiver under the weight of the baby who grew at an alarming rate, the diaper burst at the tabs and fell to the floor landing with a slap.

The baby’s legs dangled closer to the ground as Lauren looked in horror unable to move or realease the growing child. Her own clothes loosened, they began to wrinkle as they no longer fit she who was wearing them.

Her bra felt empty, as she looked on in horror as the baby she was holding had reached out and held her tightly onto her arms, the baby was no longer a baby but a girl, still growing at an alarming rate, Amy’s hair grew long and sleek, Lauren was still looking down at the girl who was now standing firmly on the floor.

Lauren peeled her eyes off of Amy and stole a glance in the mirror, the sight was a shock, there were two girls of about 8 and 12 years of age, the looked like sisters holding each other, the younger held tightly to the older’s arms as the older held the other under her armpits as if trying to lift her smaller sister.

The younger was stark naked, the older was wearing what appeared to be her mother’s clothes ina game of dress up.

She looked down in horror as her clothes now so lose they began to fall away from her body, her shoulders began to peek out from under her jumper, it hang lifelessly exposing her flat and naked chest for her to see as she looked down into her jumper.

She looked down at her chest at her dwindling nipples as they shrank back into those of a pre-pubescent child, her jeans hadn’t yet fallen, she’d tried to keep those up by clenching her legs but as she looked at the Amy, who was now as tall as her, the sheer shock caused her to rock in her shoes, stepping cleanly out of them, her jeans and panties fell to her ankles exposing her hairless groin, she was in such shock that she let Amy go and reached to cover her private region.

As she did Amy also changed her grip, she grasped Lauren by her underarms, Lauren gripped Amy’s arms as she held tightly to the now taller girl.

Amy was now older than the regressing Lauren, Lauren looked on in shock as she witnessed Amy’s chest blossom, the nipples darkened and expanded as the breasts began to fill, the nipples hung on their pert curves remaining at Lauren’s eye level.

Lauren could no longer see in the mirror and in her distress let out a whipmer, it was the whiper of a chilod no older than perhaps 5 or 6, no longer looking at the chest of Amy but at her groin which had sprouted the hair of a woman.

Lauren clasped her hands about Amy’s wrists as she felt her feet leave the floor, she desperately tongued her gums as her teeth receeded back into her gums leaving but a few small stumps exposed with the rest aching a dull numbness as they lay in wait to be exposed.

Her feet dangled as she felt herself rise to greet the much larger face of Amy as she cupped her hands to her mouth fighting back a tear.

Lauren was now so small that her whole body wasn’t much larger than Amy’s big smiling head and the changes were still going on.

The once full head of hair was receeding back into Laurens head, it became whispy and fair falling into locks that curled about her ears and her body had softened with rolls of pudgy baby fat.

Amy groaned a sigh of relief as Laruen hiccuped a cough and a splutter.

Amy placed Lauren gently on the soft carpet floor where from her new height she looked about the room, everything seemed so much larger, especially Amy who had collapsed on the couch.

She lifted her arms and examined them silently in sheer shock, she stumbled backwards landing in a cool, damp soggyness of a recently wet diaper, she feared the damp feeling and tried to stand out of the diaper but as she stood it clung to her rear, she tried deperately to prevent it but the diaper front lifted itself about her hairless groin, she felt the cool dampness touch her delicate area causing an uncomforatble sensation to develop, the sticky tab’s clasped about each other, sealing the diaper shut as she resisted against it’s will.

Diaper clad and fully regressed she fell to her rump not quite knowing if she were in a dream or what was going on, she looked around and upwards to see Amy undergoing to the same treatment as the very clothes she had worn there that night fastened themselves about Amy’s young womanly form who appeared to be in as much shock as Lauren, the pair of them with tears in their eye’s.

Lauren tried to stand but found it to be a great hardship, with her world spinning about her, she felt lightheaded as milky white bile erupted from her mouth, she staggered about the room and fell into the arms of Amy who caught her before she fell into a deep sleep.

Amy also feeling queezy at her new found towering sense of height fell onto the couch before also passing out.

Lauren snapped back to reality, this was exactly what she had wished for, litterally, but it was not what she meant.

"Pwease help" Lauren cried "I weally do’n wanna be a baby."

"Neither do I" giggled Amy.

 

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