Pop Psychology

Chapter 1
Pop Psychology

Pop Psychology

By Tainted Sins

The radio waves rolled forth, causing cheap speakers to crackle. The car stereo, headphones, listening intently in a lonely bedroom, as the voice of a popular show carried with it words of modern wisdom.

“Every problem we have in our daily lives can be traced back to our early childhood. It is when we learn to hurt. Every heartbreak, every pain of humiliation. If we could only go back and undo the damage…how much happier we would be.”

Part 1: The Beginning

April 3rd, 7:30 PM

Rick had a decent life. A small but cheap apartment, in a small but cheap Utah town. His job paid well for his age and his girlfriend was as hot as they come. Of course, with those good looks came the attitude as well. The thing about college Rick couldn’t get past was that you had to pay to go to school. Rebecca had claimed it was an immature attitude. Rick always shrugged. But still she insisted, so he took a class now and then when her nagging was at its peak. Still, at twenty-four, he doubted he would ever see graduation. At least not if he could help it.

“What the hell is this?”

She was big bosomed and blonde. Wearing a tight top that caused her young breasts to nearly leap out as her chest heaved. Her skirt was too short to fit in with most standard dress-codes, and she was holding a large cardboard box filled to the brim with pornography in between her arms.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Rick asked, confused. This only seemed to piss Rebecca off more.

“Well what are you doing with it?”

“Isn’t that also obvious?” Strike two, he could tell by her expression. Now she was fuming.

“Do you mean to tell me that this entire time we have been dating you have been going home and jerking off!?”

“Depends on the date,” He muttered.

“That’s disgusting! What are you in Jr. High?”

Rick gave his trademark shrug.

“So what is it? Aren’t I good enough for you? You have to look at these bimbos!”

Rick eyed her revealing outfit. “Look who’s talking.”

It was all downhill from there.

Still sitting on the couch Rick scratched his head as he heard the door slam. Funny the curves life chose to throw you. And for no apparent reason as far as he could see. Oh well. Rebecca was hot, but so were lots of women. A grin formed across his face as he glanced down at the box of discarded porn. Speaking of other hot women…

As Rick made his way to the bathroom (intent on an easy cleanup job tonight) he thought about his last remaining moments with Rebecca. In the end, he decided, he had come out on top. It was mostly because Rebecca had always said what was on her mind the moment it came to her. Rick, on the other hand, had stored it all up. And when he had discovered the ship to be sinking, had unleashed his final assault.

She was a bimbo with big dreams. Not enough skill to make anything out of her own life, but with enough good looks to force somebody else into living that life for her. He was no psychologist but he had hit close enough to the mark, squeezing a few angry tears from the stone.

It was all very sad. But, as the good book says, there is a time for tears, and a time for choking your chicken. Rick thought to himself as he sat on the pot with his pants around his ankles. Setting a choice magazine on the counter beside him and two on the floor in front of him he set to work.

Jr. High…he thought of her earlier insult. It was a good thing it wasn’t true. He had hated puberty. So many unfulfilled desires, so insecure. Back then a girl could walk all over you and you took in the vain hope that their still may be a chance to get a look at her tits. Or as they were lovingly called back then…boobs.

He smiled at this. What a mystery it all was. It had taken him sixteen long years to even catch a glimpse of his first naked tit, and that had been on his friend’s cable. At thirteen, when women started to become interesting, his sexual journey of discovery had been limited to the Sears catalog. This made him laugh, but still, there was a hint of nervousness in his voice.

* * *

April 3rd, 8:00 PM

Rebecca and her two closest friends stormed the stairs leading to Rick’s apartment irritably. They had decided that a night clubbing in Salt Lake City was just the thing Rebecca needed to get over such a lame breakup. They were just about to make the drive when Rebecca discovered her wallet was missing from her purse.

Using the key she had neglected to return (after all, let Rick pay to get the locks changed if he were so worried about it) to open the door, Rebecca stomped into the living room, with her two cohorts close behind.

“Alright you little shit! Where did you hide it?”

Nothing. The room was empty, except for the box of porn that had started this whole mess. A bit lighter in its load, Rebecca noticed furiously. She couldn’t believe he had the gall to go jerk off only minutes after losing a great girl like her! He should be bedridden with grief!

Sounds escaping the bathroom suddenly caused her to smile. He was still doing it! Her mind began forming a grim revenge as she thought of the item her friend commonly brought with them when they made a run into the city.

“Amy, get the Polaroid.”

* * *

April 3rd, 8:02 PM

Rick had his eyes closed at this point and was yanking himself furiously. Why was it taking so long? It had never taken so long for him to get off. The feeling was there, but he couldn’t quite reach a peak. Abandoning the familiar magazines, he had clenched his eyelids in search of any fantasy that might work.

That was about the time that the door flew open. The camera flashed and rewound itself nearly three times before Rick even realized what was happening. In fact it was the gasps of shock that really managed to jerk him into reality.

Staring up he saw his girlfriend and two of her friends staring at him openmouthed. One of them held a camera limply at her side with the pictures scattered across the floor.

A moment of confusion followed the one of surprise. Then they all started to laugh.

“Oh my God! Rick? Is that really you?”

What in the hell was Rebecca talking about? Then one of the pictures lying on the ground began to take focus. Rick looked on in horror as the image formed.

Small, nearly hairless testicles, held by a small hairless hand, attached to a small hairless body. Rick was looking at a picture of himself at thirteen years old.

“Feeling a little hard up Rick?” Rebecca smirked.

Rick followed her gesture and stared at the magazine sitting next to him in horror. It was the Sears catalog, flipped open to the section advertising female undergarments.

“W-what did you do to me!?” Rick choked out in a pathetically under-aged voice.

This left a little problem for Rebecca. She had no idea what had happened to Rick. In fact, she wasn’t at all confident that this wasn’t a dream. Something certainly was amiss, and they should probably try to figure out what as soon as possibly, and maybe even get Rick to a hospital. But of course, that wouldn’t be fun at all would it?

Rebecca smiled, “I just thought you’d appreciate having a body to match your maturity.”

Her friends stared at her in surprise, wondering if she was really responsible for all of this. In any case, they decided that it was probably best to go along with her until they could find out more.

“But how?” Rick whined.

“I’ll ask the questions around here young man!” Rebecca scolded, throwing herself into the part. “Now what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Rick looked down at the small appendage still clenched in his right hand. With a mad blush he tried to speak but was too embarrassed. The girls seemed so much older to him now. He couldn’t believe they had caught him in such a position!

“Why Ricky-poo, are you masturbating? What’s the matter? Can’t you get any girls to play with that small thingy of yours?”

Rick felt so ashamed. Long ago he had given up all adolescent guilt that came with such an act, but those years of experience were lost to him now.

“Well,” Rebecca began decisively. “You might as well finish up what you started. Go ahead…finish up.”

“With you watching!?” Rick squeaked.

Rebecca nodded, then seeing his resistance added, “Unless of course you never want to be changed back…”

She turned to leave and Rick suddenly cried out, “Okay! Okay! I’ll do it.”

Rebecca turned to face him, crossing her arms expectantly.

He started in slow at first, almost stopping when Rebecca’s two friends started to giggle.

“Come on, faster. We haven’t got all night champ,” Rebecca commented.

He speed up the pace, but both his head and member were red and lowered in shame.

“Come on. You can’t need Viagra at such a young age limpy. Look at those naughty pictures of yours. I said look at them!”

Rick forced himself to look. A small wave of unfamiliar excitement shot through him and soon he was once again sprouting a small erection.

“Oh my God! It’s actually turning him on!” Amy giggled.

Rick couldn’t believe he was looking at women in their underwear! Wait no…that wasn’t it. He couldn’t believe he was actually jerking off to a Sears catalog in front of a bunch of older girls…er…his exgirlfriend.

Fifteen minutes of embarrassment passed and still nothing. It was the same problem he had before…he just couldn’t peak. Hoping a fantasy would help he stared at the pictures and tried to imagine what the girls would look like without their underwear on. It was then that Rick suddenly realized that he didn’t know. In fact, her couldn’t recall ever seeing a naked boob before. He knew he had…his memories were all there…except for the details when it came to sex. As he thought about it, he wasn’t even sure what all this rubbing was suppose to accomplish exactly. Except for the humiliation of the situation it felt good, but beyond that he was a blank.

“Is little Ricky-poo having trouble performing?” Rebecca cooed. “Maybe I can help.”

Rick’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as his exgirlfriend stood right in front of him, waving her butt inches from his face.

“I’m going to strip bare ass naked and perform such outrageous acts you won’t be able to help yourself!” She confided in him, slowly pulling her skirt down to reveal the beginning of a crack.

“Ohhh ooooooh!” Rick suddenly moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as a strange sensation overcame him.

Amy snapped several pictures to capture the moment while the other girl was giggling and calling out. “He came! He came just because he saw your buttcrack!”

Rebecca smiled at this, after watching the confused Rick suffer through his first orgasm ever. If that was all it took, she thought, if he really wanted her that much…it was certainly going to be a very interesting night.

Part 2: A Series of Strange Occurrences

April 3rd, 11:43 PM

Vickie stared down the seemingly endless line to the restroom. Why had they even come to this stupid college party? They were high school girls, with high school classes to be at very early in the morning. When were her friends going to learn to accept that. She had lectured them time and time again on the fact that being an adult meant learning to accept the point you were at in life. These attempts to jump ahead a few years only made them look childish.

And she was going to look even more childish if she wet her pants, she thought angrily as the urgency in her lower region built.

“Can we get a move on!” The seventeen year old shouted in the general direction of the bathroom. Patience was never a virtue she claimed to possess.

It wasn’t that she really worried about having an accident, that hadn’t happened since the first grade, it was just the waste of time and discomfort really irritated her. Didn’t these people know she had more important things to do tonight? She’d never be kept waiting like this back in high school. A sexy girl like her shouldn’t have to wait, she thought to herself.

And for some reason, she didn’t. The discomfort was gone. Kewl! It was like a genie had granted her a wish or something. One minute she had to go so bad she thought her eyes might pop out, then the next she didn’t. There was no strain at all, just a soft warm relief that caused her eyes to lose focus and a stupid smile to form across her face.

She was peeing in her panties!

“Oh shit!” Vickie shrieked as the problem occurred to her, pulling her from her daze. But even with the realization she couldn’t stop. The large wet spot was still forming, but she couldn’t feel it coming out, and thus could do nothing to prevent it.

“Looks like the bratty high schooler couldn’t hold it!” Some older girl chimed.

Oh no! They knew! They knew she was just a little girl. They knew she had wet her pants.

Vickie was now wearing a frilly pink dress. The same one from first grade so many years ago. That, and a pair of plain cotton panties, frilly white socks, and black shoes. A terrible outfit she had insisted on herself while shopping for school clothes.

“No! This can’t be happening!” The seventeen year old sobbed as laughter began to spread around her.

And then the original girl, who had noticed initially, suddenly looked different. Her outfit was less revealing. Much older and out of date. Sophisticated, just like, Vickie realized with horror, her first grade teacher.

The girl felt so strange. So old, and angry. She couldn’t explain what was happening. She knew who she was, but it was as if she had been pulled into some strange part in a play. As much as she fought it, she was forced to act it out.

“Victoria!” She called out, in a commanding voice. “Did you just have an accident?”

“No! This isn’t happening! I’m a big girl now! A big girl!”

“Well then, if your mommy won’t teach you to stay dry, I guess I’ll have to. Turn around and bend over.”

Vickie looked left, then right, as if searching for some way out of this absurd situation. Then, giving up, she placed her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it furiously, as she turned around and bent over.

The college girl dutifully marched over and lifted Vickie’s dress high in the air, revealing her plain undies beneath. She held that position for what seemed like an eternity and then pulled the high school girl’s panties down around her ankles.

Over and over she spanked her bare ass. Over and over she made Vickie call out between sobs “I promise I won’t pee my panties again. I promise I won’t pee my panties again.”

And the crowd around them could only look on, completely baffled.

* * *

April 4th, 12:15 AM

They were all walking out of the late night movie. A group of philosophy professors from the local university. It would be difficult to guess however, as the typical professor in the department rarely reached beyond the age of fifty.

“I thought it was excellent. A few dry spells, but certainly worth the wait.” Sarah, or Dr. Pinsky, as her students knew her by was the first to start up the conversation. A coffee shop or a bar awaited them of course, but a car ride in silence was too much to ask of her.

“Oh yes. I can see why it won so many awards.” Niells was always the second to respond, having an obvious crush on Sarah and desperately wanting to please her.

An unfamiliar silence followed, however, which caused Mark, the other male professor, to eye Linda in wonderment. Usually this was her cue to say something rude and break things up until they reached the appropriate destination. Seeing that she seemed to be lost in thought, he decided he would keep the conversation going. If only to hear the devastating remark she was surely working out at this very moment.

“Yes…well…the acting might have been better.”

“Oh do you think? I thought it was excellent.”

“So did I.”

“Maybe. But the theme was lost sight of halfway through.”

“Wanna see my butt?”

They all turned stunned expressions to Linda.

Taking their shock as a satisfactory response, the professor, in her early forties, turned around, bent over, hiked her skirt up, and yanked her panties down, laughing hysterically all the while.

* * *

April 4th, 1:03 AM

In the darkness he crept along side the bed. Like a great jungle cat stalking its unsuspecting prey. Michael Smith, eight years old. He was the hunter.

The kill was close, he could feel his muscles tense, taste the sweat dripping off his nose. Did his prey suspect? Was it a trap? Too late now. He sprang into action.

“Ow!” Mindy Smith, six years old. She was the victim. “You hit me!” She accused, rubbing her now soar arm with one hand and the sleep from her eyes with the other.

Michael laughed as he stood up. Getting a little sister to play with was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him. “Ha ha you crybaby!” He answered her with gleeful triumph.

“I am not a crybaby!”

“Yes you are! Yes you are!” He mocked her waving his butt in her face. “You are a crybaby and you go like this in your pants.” With that he began to make obscene sounds with his armpits. Splut, splut, splut, splut.

But on the fifth splut he felt himself do something obscene in his own pants. Make that diapers, he realized in horror as he stared down.

Mindy burst into a fit of giggles. She didn’t know how it had happened, but for some reason her brother was completely naked except for a big pair of pampers. “Now whose the baby!?”

“I’m not a baby!” Michael cried out red faced. It was hard for even him to believe however, as he felt the mess mashing against his bottom as he moved.

“Michael’s a baby! Michael’s a baby!” His sister chimed over and over.

As she did Michael felt a warmth spreading around the front of his diaper. “Stop it! You’re making it worse stupid!”

“Michael’s a baby! Michael’s a baby!”

“Noooo!” Michael wailed as he ran for the door.

“Michael’s a baby! Michael’s a baby!”

And then he was.

“Waaaah! Wahahah!” He was wet and he was messy and he couldn’t stop crying no matter how much he tried. He couldn’t stand up, he couldn’t talk, and he couldn’t stop peeing in his diaper. It was his worst nightmare! He was a little baby again and he couldn’t do anything about it!

His once little sister towered over him with an enormous grin on her face. Lifting him easily into the air she looked the sobbing infant over. “Oh! You are just the cutest baby I have ever seen! Don’t worry Michael! We are going to have so much fun! We can play house and I can be the mommy and you can be the baby!”

Michael cried even harder, but Mindy didn’t seem to notice. In her excitement over this new twist in her life she set Michael down on the floor and went running off down the hall.

“Mom! Michael needs his diapers changed, can I help?”

* * *

Art and Lavern sat in the parked car, staring up at the moon. It had been a wonderful first date for two lonely people in their mid seventies. A relaxing dinner, a slow dance or two, and a relaxing drive. How could the evening end more perfectly?

The sound of a car horn brought the two out of their silent wondering and looking at the van parked next to theirs.

At the request of the other driver, who couldn’t be much older than sixteen, Art rolled down his window.

“Hey old man. What are you two doing up in lovers’ lane? Haven’t you got a bingo tournament to go to! Or maybe you are planning on screwing grandma right here! Ha ha!”

“Ewww! Wrinkles!” His female companion added, before the two rolled up the window and started going to town.

Art sighed as he watched them. Kids could be so cruel. It came out of ignorance, he knew. Watching the two make out confirmed it. Why, if he could only trade places with the boy, he’d show them a thing or two about love making! With this new fantasy he smiled and looked back at the moon.

Martin squeezed Jodie’s breast after discarding her bra. That old guy was such a loser! Stuck in that car with that old bag! But something about him really pissed Martin off. It was just that the old dude didn’t seem to get upset over the insults. It made Martin think he didn’t know what he was missing.

“Let’s do it on top of the van this time!”

Jodie frowned at this. They were both completely nude by this point.

“Show those old freaks what sex is all about!”

“Okay!” Jodie grinned stupidly.

In a fit of giggles the two climbed out of the car without a stitch of clothing. Casting a smirk at the old couple who were once again staring, the two teens nimbly climbed to the top of the van.

With Jodie on her hands and knees, Martin mounted her from behind and started going at it doggy style. Bumping and grinding as he hummed out the beat of a favorite rap song Martin was on top of the world. Meanwhile Jodie was squirming and pressing against him longingly while she squealed and moaned like a horny little bitch.

Then something happened.

It was like a wave. Suddenly Martin felt very tired and very stiff. His vision blurred and his thoughts clouded. His dick was only half as hard, and he managed to get it in her only one out of three strained thrusts. His energetic rap song and shifted into a pathetically forced grunt “Uhhh…uhhh… uhhh!”

Jodie was suffering similar effects. Her arms had painfully given out on her, and now she was lying on her face with her butt sticking only slightly up in the air. Occasionally she would call out lamely, like a robot “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.” Before stopping to catch her breath.

Art, who had been watching noticed the change immediately. What he also noticed was a sudden boner sprouting beneath his pants. He looked at the young couple, then to his pants, young couple, pants, young couple, pants. Then he burst out laughing.

Jodie’s backside continued to slump downwards until she was lying completely flat on her stomach. Martin had sat down on top of her in order to get a rest and only occasionally made a useless thrust with his now completely limp dick.

“My back hurts,” Jodie complained.

“I have to take a piss,” Martin added.

“Hey kids! Not feeling so energetic now eh?”

It was the old man standing besides the van waving. The old lady was next to him, smiling.

“Screw you old man!” Martin yelled, both enraged and ashamed.

“Why don’t you screw her? Not up to the challenge?” The old couple chuckled at this.

“I’ll show you!” With that and a grunt he managed to roll his girlfriend over.

“Martin everyone can see us!”

“You didn’t care before.”

“I know,” Jodie sighed nervously. “It just doesn’t some proper.”

“Come on! That old guy is laughing at us!”

“Well okay. But just missionary style alright? Just missionary.”

With that he spread her legs, with similar results as before. He grunted and heaved and could hardly lift himself up, let alone get a erection. But he heard the laughter, and wouldn’t allow himself to be beat. Closing his eyes, he pushed onwards.

Somewhere, in his bad hearing he heard a faint voice. “Martin stop it! Stop it! We’re getting older Martin! Oh God we’re getting older!” Martin didn’t listen.

A few minutes latter he fell on top of her, completely exhausted, and neither of them an orgasm greater for it.

“What’s the matter? The girl not pretty enough for you?”

Martin heard the voice from the ground and opened his eyes wearily. With a gasp, he saw that his girlfriend was now about seventy-five years old. Her face was wrinkled, her hair was white, she had gained quite a bit of weight, and her boobs sagged pathetically. Further inspection showed he was not much better off.

Martin and Jodie were now both senior citizens.

“See you old folks later!” The young man called from below as he and his girlfriend both mooned them.

“Wait!” Martin cried, suddenly very frightened. “How do we get down?”

“Too old to make the climb eh? Guess you will just have to wait for help…or the press. Whichever comes first.” And with that Art and Lavern sped off in their car to make a phone call.

Martin and Jodie, however, sat there nude and shivering, waiting for the reporters to arrive.

* * *

Part 3: The Newscast

April 4th, 5:55 AM

Laura Suthers walked briskly down the hallway of channel five towards the studio. Several people followed closely. Some applying makeup as she moved, some giving advice, all of them talking at once.

“Hold it!” Laura shouted over them, stopping her forward momentum in order to make her point. “How much longer until we are on the air?”

“Five minutes Laura.”

The young newswoman began moving again. “And no one is allowed in or out? Including reporters?”

“It’s all you Laura. The main station is putting you on a live feed all over the world.”

“What about the tape?”

“As far as we know we are the only station to get a copy.”

“Ha!” Laura laughed, delighted. “This is my big break.” Then, noticing the dark looks from some of her associates, she added, “Our big break.” No need upsetting the little people until after you’ve left them all far behind.

“Places people!”

Laura found her spot in her old familiar chair. With any luck, it would be the last time she would ever have to sit on it. As she watched her makeup people give a few last fluffs to her hair and vanish into the darkness of the studio Laura began fantasizing about who she should hire to replace them when she made the move to New York.

“Hello, I’m Edward Marks,” The serious looking gray haired man began. “We will be skipping Fantastic Ned’s morning weather report in order to bring you this very important story. A story of the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr……Baby? Laura.”

Laura scowled at the idiotic remark but as the light to her camera began to shine her lips shifted into a smile. “Thank you Edward.” Her face grew suddenly very serious. “Last night several Utah towns were plagued with a series of odd, and sometimes horrifying occurrences. It seems, in this case, the past really has come back to haunt us.”

A picture of a diaper formed on the screen behind Laura.

“People turning into teenagers, children, toddlers, and even babies. It sounds like Science Fiction. Or if anything, mass hysteria. But we at channel five have discovered sadly, that this is not the case. What is happening is very real, and our own Lisa Berk is on location to tell us why. Lisa.”

The scene shifted to a windblown woman standing outside a large, white, ominous building. “Thank you Laura. I’m standing outside the TC Medical Research Center of Utah. This is where the problems began. They arose from an experiment. An experiment meant to help people. For years now, the mental health community has preached the importance of dealing with problems arising from childhood. But there has never been a satisfactory way of doing this. That is where chemical B5-11 comes in. A liquid that turns into a gas when it comes into contact with air. It’s purpose? To bring your childhood back to reality. Laura, back to you.”

“Thank you Lisa. We have reported rumors of this drug’s development over the last year. But not even we at channel five understood its full potential. Until last night. When disaster struck, and someone came forward.”

A black and white image began to play. The recording of a security camera. Two scientists in lab coats look in through a thick pane of glass at something off camera. Both seem to be making notes, everything looks like business as usual. Then a look of concern forms on the face of one of them as he points to what appears to be a small crack in the glass. A few moments of panic leaves one of the doctors regressed and crying in a pair of diapers. The second doctor, who seems unaffected, quickly darts out of the room and the camera shuts off.

“Here’s what we know so far. After the initial accident, which we just showed you, something went terribly wrong. The gas made it outside. Our source suspects sabotage. We are still working to determine if last night’s wind could have accounted for all of the infected areas or if someone is purposely spreading it. We will let you know on that, as soon as we do. In the mean time, those towns affected by the gas have been blocked off. No one will be allowed to leave or enter until this problem is solved. Our source tells us panic is useless at this point. If you live in one of the areas shown on our map, you have already breathed the tainted air, and may be affected by it at any time, regardless of where you are at.”

“This sounds like some pretty heavy stuff Laura.”

“It is Edward. The gas is not fatal by itself, but it has already been the cause of putting people in some very dangerous situations. As far as we can tell, it works by harnessing emotions and memories and bringing them into reality. The strongest and most deeply rooted seem to involve childhood, but we have already seen some other strange transformations that have been credited to the drug.”

“Laura, if we have all already breathed in the drug shouldn’t everything that was going to happen occurred by now?”

“I’m afraid not Edward. The drug doesn’t activate until your brain produces enough energy for it to take affect. As it turns out, most people are immune entirely to the drug, leaving only about ten percent of the population at risk. But the drug can affect the area and people around the victim which is why the federal government has already taken the precautions it has.”

“So what should we all do in the meantime?”

“If you have a loved one affected by this drug you should call the number now appearing at the bottom of your screen to report it. Or, if they are a danger to themselves or others, take them to the emergency room immediately. We are not sure how long this crisis is going to last so thus far local government has announced that everything should continue business as usual. But if you can, try to stay out of cars and other motor vehicles to avoid a potential accident should something happen. Also try to keep your mind off of your childhood, as that seems to be the main trigger.”

“Thanks Laura. Good advice. What are some of the symptoms we should watch out for?”

“Unfortunately Edward there are no known symptoms except for the changes themselves. Some of the reported instances so far include a change in clothes, such as a childlike dress, or diapers.”

Laura was topless. Before a live audience all over the world. Hidden by her desk was a pair of thick disposable diapers covered in baby ducks and bunnies. But the reporter was so into her report, she apparently did not notice.

“These sorts of changes, it is theorized, may be limited to those who are extremely self-conscious about their outward appearance. Perhaps vain would be a better word. A reverse in puberty is also common.”

Laura’s breasts suddenly began to shrink. Dwindling down into a pair of pathetically small bumps. Her voice grew higher and more girlish. Clearing her throat, she continued.

“This change perhaps has been reserved by those who may be considered sexually repressed. You boys who didn’t get laid in high school had better watch out!” She smiled, shaking her finger in warning at the camera.

“Uh…Laura?”

“And for those who talk too much EDWARD….you may begin to umm…make it hard to say umm…to talk like a big girl does sometimes…and umm sometimes too if you still went pee pee in your bed when you were in fifth grade you umm might go and do it in your pants now."

Laura’s eyes went wide as she realized she was wetting her diaper. She looked down at herself. She realized everything she had just done. Oh God! Everything she had just said! She had to pull herself together! She had to think of something to say fast! Something brilliant that would save her career and wash away this public humiliation!

“My bum is wet.”

And with that she began to cry.

* * *

Part 4: Life Goes On

April 4th, 6:30 AM

Steven had sat only half listening as he furiously pounded out the letters for his next story. Stranger and stranger. He had this odd feeling. And then he realized that the story he had been writing had almost exactly matched the newscast. Turning around, jaw dropped, he watched the spectacle to its completion.

“Holy shit!” He cried when all was said and done.

Then, grabbing a jacket, he rushed for the door. Leaving his computer on, and the cursor blinking besides the words which read “By Tainted Sins”

* * *

April 4th, 6:31 AM

Melissa Butler clicked off the TV. It was a hoax. It had to be a hoax. She wondered to herself angrily how far these idiots were willing to go, how much of real news they were willing to sacrifice, in order to achieve higher ratings. The world today made her sick. But there was no time to think about it. She had a business to run and a few employees to fire. That, at least, would be fun.

At thirty-one years old she had used a combination of brains, talent, and sex appeal to bring her self-created marketing company to the height of success. At least for a local business. They took phone calls for businesses all over Utah, even beating out some of the national branches in this region. It was great to be her!

After finishing her breakfast of some sort of wheat bran cereal and a banana, she made her way towards the bathroom, playing the events of the day out in her mind so as to be ready for them. Again her brain stopped on the firing portion. There was no greater pleasure in life. The power you hold over someone with a family to feed was beyond even a sexual rush. If those idiots were really looking for something new to put on TV they should follow her around for a day. Now that’s exciting!

Pimples. Melissa stared in the mirror and saw that her face was covered with pimples.

“What the fuck!” She screamed. Her temper fumed and she almost found herself demanding of the bathroom, “Who’s responsible for this?”

She was about to investigate further, when she noticed she was wearing a juvenile white cotton nighty littered with tiny pink hearts. A huge contrast to the plain blue pair of men’s pajamas she normally wore to bed. Why, she hadn’t owned something like this since she had stopped letting her mom do the shopping for her.

Stomping into the bedroom, she thought of calling the police. Obviously someone had broken into her house and changed her clothes while she was asleep. Probably even put something on her face to cause the breakout. Somebody’s head was going to roll for this!

The light was flicked on and the faces of Ricky Martin and the Backstreet Boys smiled down at her. Poster upon poster of teen heartthrobs were plastered all over her wall.

“What the hell is going on!?” She cried as she flung open her drawer.

Inside she found nothing but training bras and teen clothing. Which, she suddenly realized, was exactly what she needed. Looking down at her flat chest and skinny limbs she ran back to the bathroom.

She was fourteen years old. A geeky young girl going through her awkward years, complete with braces. She tried to speak in her high pitched voice and found her old familiar lisp back with a vengeance.

“Well if they think thish ish keeping me away from work, they have another think coming!”

* * *

April 4th, 7:02 AM

“I don’t want to be a baby!” Susan, the redheaded sixteen year old, sobbed while sitting on the living room floor wearing only some pink booties and a pair of pampers.

Both her parents stood over her with concerned looks while her thirteen year old sister grinned at her from the hallway.

“You won’t honey,” Her mom assured her. “It’s just a diaper, nothing more.”

“You saw what happened to the lady on the news! It takes a minute for everything to take affect!” Susan protested teary eyed.

“Now Susan, don’t think about it, ya hear? Just don’t think about it,” Her dad advised sternly.

“Okay,” Susan answered with a vigorous nod. “I’m not a baby. I’m not a baby.”

They waited.

“There now, you see?” Her dad said finally. “Everything’s fine. You’re not a baby.”

The thirteen year old frowned from the hall, seeing the chance of a lifetime slipping away. “She sure looks like a baby to me.”

“You quiet down Missy! I mean it,” Her dad scolded.

“Well what’s the diaper for then huh? What’s that big soft diaper for? Do BIG girls where diapers like that?”

“I’m pooping in my pants!” Susan suddenly sobbed.

“Missy! I said stop it!” Her dad was shouting by this point.

“What are you going to do dad? Spank me? Huh? I think you should spank the baby. Spank little baby Sue who can’t keep her pants dry.”

A large wet spot suddenly began to form on their dad’s pants. “Oh!” He cried out in surprise. “Oh no! I think…I think…” His voice faltered. “Mommy, me think me have an accident.”

Missy suddenly felt very strange. She sighed knowing she was going to have to clean it up. What? Why? Looking down at herself she saw that she was dressed in a pink 1950’s dress that looked like something out of Leave it to Beaver. Reaching up she discovered that her hairstyle too had changed to match that long ago time period. “Ewww! I’m dressed like grandma! I’m a housewife!”

A tug at her dress caused her to look down at a little boy with wet pants. “Dad?”

“Me had accident, Mommy!”

“No! No I don’t want to be your mommy! I want to be a rock star!” But even as she spoke, she felt a warmth spread through her causing her to age twenty years. And no matter how hard she fought, she soon found herself leading the boy up towards the bathroom.

Their mom watched her toddler husband be led by in amazement. She then bent over and picked up the now six month old Susan and began rocking the crying, struggling infant in her arms. “This is going to be an unusual year.”

* * *

April 4th, 7:15 AM

Fists pounded furiously on the locked door. “Serena I know you’re in there! Open up!”

A muffled voice came in answer, “Steven, go away.”

“Listen to me Serena! Did you see the news this morning? Channel five?”

Silence.

And then, “Just go away, okay?”

“Look you have to let me in! I know what’s happening. Well not the scientific details, but I know how these stories go, I used to write them all the time. In fact I just started a new one last night."”

“Great, so you’re a pervert. One more reason to add to the list of why I broke up with you.”

Steven winced at this. “Forget about that okay? Wait no. Remember it. Think real hard about it. You broke up with me, which means I still care about you. I know about these kinds of stories, I know how they work. You have to let me in.”

“This isn’t a story Steven! Maybe if you’d have figured that out we’d still be together.”

“Well maybe you were right before, but look around you. This is stuff of pure fiction. This is my realm. I’ve written a thousand scenarios like this. Hell, half of my characters have your name.”

“They what!?” The door flung open, and angry eyes glared at the unwelcome visitor.

Steven just smiled, “Hello Serena. Welcome to my story.”

* * *

April 4th, 7:30 AM

The bell chimed loudly announcing the beginning of first period. History was the subject for this class made up of mostly seniors, but about a fourth of them weren’t there to appreciate it. Apparently their parents had been wise enough to keep them home, or they had problems of their own to deal with.

Ms. Higgens eyed the little bastards from her desk. They were unusually noisy today, even with a good number of their ranks missing. The empty seats made her smile. Which ones, she wondered, were busy getting their diapers changed at this very moment?

“Alright, shut up,” The teacher began the class with her usual candor. “We’ve all seen or heard about the news by now. You can gab about it at lunch.”

And that was all that was said. The teacher moved right into African history and that was that.

Abbey stared at Melanie Clark from the back row. She was popular, beautiful, smart, and of course, a cheerleader. The two girls couldn’t be further apart. It had been that way for a long time. But once they had been the best of friends, and this new town crisis made her start to wonder.

The thing of it was, you didn’t have to go all the way. If you didn’t think too much about things it would just change your clothes or your hair or your cup size. But could it change your mind? Could the popular girl be led to just remember the part about them being friends?

With that thought, Abbey began to write a note.

* * *

April 4th, 7:36 AM

“Looks like you’ve got a new girlfriend.” The boy behind Melanie whispered with a chuckle as he slipped her a folded up piece of paper.

Not knowing quite what he meant, the buxom cheerleader opened the note and began reading. Gross! It was from Abbey! What was the geek in the back row communicating with her for?

“Hey Melanie! Remember when we used to be friends?” The note began.

Melanie turned around and glared at Abbey in disgust who was eyeing her intently. Going back to the paper she continued to read.

“You were always really nice to me and we played lots of fun games like when you slept over at my house and we ran around in our underwear!”

What was this? Some kind of lesbian pick up line? She had never done any such thing! Or had she? God if anybody found out she’d be ruined! And now that she thought back it seemed like.…

Melanie was five years old. Sitting in her desk at school. Wearing nothing but her underpants.

She froze. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even breathe.

“Hey! Check out Melanie and Abbey!” Someone shouted.

Ms. Higgens, who at first was annoyed at the disruption, turned from the chalk board to see what it was all about and suddenly burst out laughing.

Two five year olds. One in the back row, and one near the front. Melanie was mortified. But it got worse as she remembered what else had happened on that night.

Closing her eyes, she clenched her fists and ground her teeth, fighting against. She tensed every muscle in her body…except the one she should have. Sitting there, in the middle of her first period history class, Melanie wet her panties.

She could feel the warmth spreading across her tiny bottom, which soon turned to a sticky coldness. She didn’t like it, so she started to cry.

Everyone else, including Abbey, laughed.

When the teacher had regained her composure she pointed at a random boy. “Daren, run to the principle’s office and let them know we have two girls who require a ride to kindergarten.”

The boy smiled and rushed from the room.

“But I don’t want to go back to kindergarten!”

Ms. Higgens smiled. She had always hated the stuck up little bitch. “Well, where do you suggest we sit your little wet butt? You don’t belong in high school anymore.”

“Yes I do! I do!” Melanie screamed as she stood up and started stomping her feet on the floor. “I do belong in high school! I’m a cheerleader!”

Ms. Higgens expression grew cold and frightening. She did not like being screamed at. Even by five year olds. “Alright, little miss cheerleader,” She said curtly. “Why don’t you come up to the front of the class and do a little cheer for us.”

Melanie, coming out of her tantrum, looked around and turned bright red. She was topless, wearing only a pair of wet undies, and five years old. She couldn’t do a cheer in front of all these people! It would be humiliating.

Lowering her head in shame, she muttered, “Okay, I’ll go to kindergarten.”

“Oh no!” Her teacher scolded. “Not after all of that. You are going to get your little butt up here and do a cheer for us. NOW!”

Melanie tried to run, but Ms. Higgens quickly caught up with her, bent her over a desk, and began spanking her wet wiggling rear. All this in front of Melanie’s boyfriend who was sitting next to her, and who was laughing and having just as much of a good time as anybody else. Apparently Melanie hadn’t been an angel to go out with.

“Now march!” Ms. Higgens commanded the teary eyed little girl with a point as the spanking was finished.

Standing before all of her classmates, in the most humiliating situation she could imagine, Melanie was about to start into a cheer when her face grew even redder.

“Well?” Her teacher demanded.

“I can’t remember how to spell the words!”

More laughter.

“Well want don’t you do that best school in the west one. That doesn’t require any spelling skills,” Ms. Higgens answered coldly. “Oh, and remember to do all the gestures.”

“Which school here is number one?” Melanie called out in her juvenile voice. Then, clapping her hands, “Northridge! Northridge!” A leap in the air and she was back at it. “Which school is the most fun?” More hand clapping. “Northridge! Northridge!” Then turning around and bending over she began shaking her butt at the class and chanting. “Cuz we’re the best in the West! The best in the West!”

That’s when some guy yanked her underwear down to her ankles from behind.

She stood frozen stiff with shock, with her bare bottom, still red from the previous spanking, standing in full view of the entire class.

After that Ms. Higgens had her and Abbey stand out in the hall, while they waited for someone to come and pick them up for kindergarten. They were still only in their undies, which got a few chuckles from any random passerby. Eventually though, they were marched through the hall, feeling quite on display, and towards the parking lot where a car would take them to their new class.

* * *

April 4th, 7:40 AM

“Are you satisfied? Nobody’s home. I told you, my parents are out of town.”

Steven ignored the question, looking Serena over. It had been over a year since he had seen her. She was nineteen now. He was twenty-one. No more sappy high school romance. A pity. Still, his eyes burned with the copy of the Book of Mormon sitting on her shelf and he remembered the break up.

“Do you want to know what the problem with this story is?”

“Steven, I’ve told you a hundred times, this isn’t a story.”

“I was listening to some of the accounts of the transformations on my way over here. Very scary stuff. But it just happens. Like the snap of a finger. No finesse, no downward spiral. You’d never see that kind of bullshit in one of my tales.”

Serena sighed, sitting on her bed. They were in her room. Typical setting of a religious girl. Flowery, lacey, with only a few hints of rebellion here and there. A rock and roll CD, a book that might be a little too racy.

Serena herself looked much like he remembered her. Dark blonde shoulder length hair. Slender and tall, nearly 6’1”. Her chest was meager but her hips carried all the necessary curves. All and all an average looking girl. Bad material for an AR story, Steven thought to himself. Still, he continued.

“The news said the drug only affects about ten percent of the population. There is a flaw in their thinking. Their numbers were fine, but the next thing they said was the fact that people are still changing. Ten percent had problems last night. Today is a whole different story.”

Serena felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “You mean everyone is going to…to…change?”

Steven shook his head. “It is a matter of imagination. Which is why percentages were so low last night. I believe that if you—“ He paused, looking her over. “Did you do something with your hair?”

She looked confused at this sudden change of conversation. “No…why?”

“I just thought you had that double pigtail thing going on.”

Serena sighed at this. “That was two Halloweens ago. When I dressed up like a school girl.”

“Ah yes,” Steven nodded at this. Noticing her hair style now matched his description he continued, “As I was saying, I believe that if you could play the thoughts of an average citizen over a loud speaker you’d get something similar to the sound of a scratched record. Imagination. People don’t have it. Or if they do, it is buried deep inside. So I believe most of them are safe, so long as no one gets their mind on the wrong track. That’s why I thought of you. You are intelligent enough to be in the high risk category….” He trailed off as if lost in thought. “Are you sure it was a school girl uniform?”

She was obviously growing irritated. “Yes, remember? A catholic school girl outfit! I got in big trouble with my parents when they found out, for various reasons.”

“Yes. I’m sure the mormon church doesn’t think too kindly of its members fantasizing about being catholic,” He commented, thinking they wouldn’t be too happy now then, if they could see her sudden outfit change.

As Vader had put it, it was all too easy. Steven admired his handiwork. He had always loved that costume. Of course she’d refused to wear it for him after that first night. Not that they had ever had any kind of sex life to complain about in the first place. Serena had always intended to wait until marriage. Which was fine with him. All he had ever wanted was another glimpse at that damn school girl uniform. Now satisfied, he could leave. Although, he had to admit, it was a hell of an opportunity to pass up. Oh well, save the angst for the story, he told himself.

“You know Steven I really don’t appreciate any of this.”

“What?” The world came crashing back, as he was pulled from his thoughts.

“You showing up like this. You’ve been babbling like an idiot for half an hour now and it is painfully obvious that you don’t know anything about what is going on and you are only using this disaster as some sort of pathetic excuse to get another look at me.”

How well she knew him.

“Well you need to get a life okay? Maybe if you went out more, made more friends, you wouldn’t be such a…such a…”

“Loser?”

“Well, I don’t know why I should be blamed for pointing out a commonly known fact. After all Steven, we shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind.”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

“Maybe you should take the time to figure it out.”

“You’re speaking in fucking riddles! If you have something to say to me just say it and quit feeding my the stupid lines you heard in church!”

This visibly angered her. She had always been touchy on this subject. “Alright Steven, you have no sense of society. You sneer at this, but it’s an important value to have. And I just can’t be with someone who doesn’t appreciate that fact. It’s evil and it’s wrong. So stop making me your personal sexual fantasy okay?”

Fuck it, Steven thought to himself. He had no idea what in the hell she was talking about, but fuck it. Welcome to my story. He had said that earlier. Well he would show her what being in one of his stories really meant. His mind worked in the tense silence. It had been developed by the mental health community, the gas that is. In order to resolve past traumas. How close had they come before the accident, he wondered.

“What makes you think you’re not good enough to be someone’s sexual fantasy?” His voice was calm, quiet, so that she had to strain to hear him.

“I didn’t say that!”

“There was so much pointless anger in your comment. What are you guarding? Why do you feel so insecure?”

She was naked. Dripping wet, as if she had just stepped out of the shower. Shivering from the cold, this time she noticed the change.

“Your memories are surfacing,” Steven noted, quite pleased.

“No!” She gasped. “No! Stop it! I won’t let you do this to me!” She was sixteen years old now.

“Why are you so insecure Serena? You are remembering something. You are a young teenage girl, you’ve just stepped out of the shower. What is upsetting you? Remember.”

“No I won’t go through it again! I won’t! Why won’t you grow!? Why are you still so small? All of my other friends have big breasts!” She was staring straight ahead, as if looking in the mirror. Her hands cupping her meager breasts and shaking them in frustration. “Please get bigger! Please?”

Then she turned red with embarrassment as she stepped out of the moment. She was still sixteen, she was still naked, but her memory had run its course. Interesting, Steven thought to himself as he watched her run for some clothes.

They didn’t fit very well. Apparently she had done some growing after all.

“Serena,”

“Just leave me alone!”

“Do you remember the thrill, the excitement, of getting your first pair of under-roos?”

“Stop it!”

“You remember those don’t you? The cotton underpants and undershirts imprinted with various super heroes. Oh, I’m sure you do. They were a big thing back in the 80’s.”

“I said stop it!” She was screaming at this point.

“What kind did you have Serena? Can you remember? What super hero did you want to be?”

And then she was wearing them. A pair of Wonder Woman underpants and a matching top. On her sixteen year old body the tight outfit looked fabulous.

“I have an idea,” Steven began, as Serena stared down at herself, speechless. “Let’s go for a walk.”

* * *

Part 5: Chaos

April 4, 12:00 AM

“So you’re going to cut off my allowance and force me to get a job huh Dad?”

Tim stared up at his sixteen year old daughter. She was spoiled, dressed in an outfit that was far too revealing, and a good bit taller than him. He was seven years old.

“Now listen to me Samantha. Regardless of these strange circumstances I am still your father.”

But it didn’t feel that way when Samantha grabbed him and forced him down over her lap. He felt a cool breeze on his backside as his pants and underwear were yanked down, exposing his embarrassingly young form to both Samantha and a couple of friends who had come over to “hang out” when they were supposed to be in school. It was a parent’s worst nightmare.

He squirmed for several minutes in silence. And they just sat there, watching his struggle and giggling. Finally he gave up and just laid there, humiliated.

“Now Dad, I want you to apologize for yelling at my friends when you found out we had skipped school. And then I want you to apologize to me for canceling my allowance because of it.”

“I will do no such thing!”

Slap, slap, slap.

His backside burned and he felt his eyes begin to well up. Don’t cry, he told himself. Just don’t cry.

“Face it Dad. You’re just a little boy now. Which means you have to do whatever we say. Now I want you to stop acting like a grown up and apologize.”

“No!”

Slap, slap, slap. Slap, slap, slap.

Tim couldn’t believe he was receiving a spanking from his own daughter! What was worse, was the fact that it was breaking him. He felt himself begin to cry.

“Ohhh, does little Timmy Wimmy’s bum bum hurt?” One of Samantha’s friends taunted. “You’re not so big and tough now are you?”

“Not with that red little rear he’s not!” Samantha added with a grin.

“Stop it! Samantha, I am ordering you to stop it!” He cried out in between sobs.

Slap, slap, slap. “Say you’re sorry.” Slap, slap, slap.

“I’m sorry! I’m sooooo sorry! Just stop spanking me! Please?!”

“Now tell us you’re just a naughty little boy.”

“But I’m not!”

“Oh no?” One of Samantha’s friends questioned as she came up behind him and quickly yanked off his pants and undies. “Then I guess you won’t be needing these little boy clothes!”

Samantha started laughing, allowing Tim the opportunity to leap up. He was wearing shoes, socks, and a small T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

“Give those back!” Tim shouted, lunging for them.

“Why don’t you make me!” The friend demanded, holding them up just a little too high for him to reach. “Since your such a big boy.”

“Don’t play games with me young lady,” The little boy looked ridiculous trying to scold the teenager.

“Keep away!” One of the girls called out, and pretty soon Tim’s pants were flying back and forth through the air.

Tim ran between the girls, trying in vain to get a grab at his pants. His little member bobbed up and down, much to the amusement of everyone else present. As the girls broke up more and more into fits of laughter, Tim realized this was going to be a very long day.

 

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