One Big Happy Baby

Chapter 2
Baby Chris Goes To The Mall

Chapter Description: Baby Chris goes to the mall... And leaves with about 2,000 or so new friends. (Read Chapter 1 first... This is sort of a diferent story but sorta not).

Carol decided that it was finally time to take baby Chris shopping with her, so she went into the living room to tell him the news. He had found the remote and had begun to familiarize himself with the controls, and stopped pressing buttons when a commercial for Huggies came on. He shouted and pointed to the TV as a toddler happily ran around his yard with nothing but his diaper on.

“Dat’s me, mommy! It’s like me!” He squealed, excited to see someone else who shared his lifestyle.

“That’s right, honey. And in order to keep you like him, we’ll have to go shopping for some more diapers! And now is as good a time as any!” She added a note of excitement at the end, realizing he probably wouldn’t understand the expression.

“Yay! Can I go like this?” he pleaded, not wanting people to mistake him for an older child.

“I don’t think so, honey... Not everyone at the mall will be as understanding as mommy and Mrs. Lennox, and we don’t want you getting hurt or taken away from mommy, do we?” Chris lowered his head, sniffling as he realized his mother was saying no.

“Don’t cry honey... I’m sure there will come a time when you won’t have to worry about anyone making fun of you or hurting you for what you are.” The toddler took no comfort in this, and continued crying quietly as she escorted him upstairs to get changed.

“We’ll put you in these... They should hide the bulk well.” She had him step into some large black sweatpants that hid the outline of his diaper, but not the crinkling of the plastic. She also put a orange T-shirt on him that looked like it might fit at first, but actually was tight when he relaxed his tummy muscles, allowing it to hang over his waist. She decided that she would also give him a sweatshirt to wear as well, which didn’t advertise his tummy as much. Chris cried the entire time, ashamed of the look he now had to live with.

“Now, honey, it’s only until we’re done shopping. Once we’re in the car on the way home, you can rip those off and be back to your old self again, I promise.” He quieted down a little, and stopped crying altogether shortly afterward. Carol allowed him to crawl out to the car while she went to open the door for him. She helped him inside the back seat and fastened his seatbelt for him.

“Ready to go?” She questioned him cheerfully. He was still sulking a little but replied “Yeth” to her inquiry. She liked it when his lisp came out, as it made him appear far more childish. She got into the driver’s seat and headed for the mall. A short time later, they arrived at the mall, with baby Chris having forgotten all about the disappointment from earlier. He was excited by the prospect of meeting so many new people. Carol took his hands in hers when they were just outside the door to the mall entrance.

“Now I want you to promise mommy that you won’t cause any problems while we’re here, ok? If you’re good, I’ll get you a treat afterwards!” Chris nodded his head in agreement, and together they entered the mall. Carol didn’t really expect anything bad to happen on this trip, nor did the thought really cross her mind. She knew however that there was always the possibility that her toddler would run into a undesirable group of people that wouldn’t be as accepting of him as most people would be.

As she walked past the various stores, she saw Chris looking around in curiosity. It was exciting to be in a place with so many people and so much activity. Carol guided him into a children’s clothing store where she started browsing through various articles of clothing for something that might fit her son. She became engrossed in the search, strangely finding a few articles that might actually suit him. The store was packed with parents and their children, many of whom were left to wander about as baby Chris was.

One particular child was a 6 year old girl, who was shopping with her mother. Chris approached her, smiling widely, eager to find a friend in the swarm of children wandering the store. He stood over her, looking down as she slowly raised her head to look at him. Their eyes made contact briefly, just long enough for the connection to be made. The girl ran back to her mother, jumping up and down as she demanded to be heard. Her mother was browsing through some jeans when her daughter came over, whining and crying for her to come and meet someone.

“ALRIGHT, alright, I’m coming! You need to learn some patience, young lady!” She scolded her daughter as she walked towards the direction of baby Chris.

“I’m not a young wady, mommy. Don’t wie!” She had no idea what had prompted her daughter to reply in such a peculiar way, until she made eye contact with Chris. Then all became clear.

“Of course not, honey... We’ll go and get you out of these clothes right away!” She promised cheerfully as her daughter began removing her clothes with haste. A few other parents nearby found it strange that the child’s mother would suddenly endorse such a radical change in behavior, and several looked up from the clothes racks to see if some answer lay in their surroundings. One by one, parent after parent made eye contact with baby Chris, and one by one they all understood. Afterwards, a half dozen or so children were herded in the direction of the overgrown baby by their mothers, who were all too eager to renew their children’s infantile tendencies after their awakening.

All of this occurred in the span of about 3 or so minutes, after which time there were young toddlers running around the store in droves. By the time anyone realized something was wrong, even the saleslady was feeling radiantly maternal, tying a white Tommy Hilfiger T-shirt around the waste of a 7 year old toddler.

One father came into the store, looking for his son and discovering, to his horror, that he was now climbing a shelf naked while peeing. Pulling his son from the shelf, he frantically searched for the source of the disaster. Seeing baby Chris gleefully blabbering to a 4 year old, and still fully-clothed, the infuriated father pushed his way through the crowds towards him.

“YOU’RE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT THE HELL YOU DID TO MY BOY, YOU BASTARD!” He screamed at Chris, who simply giggled and gazed into the man’s rage-filled eyes. The father put his son down, letting him run back to his fun, while he got ready to punch baby Chris’ eyes out. Convinced that he was the true source of the chaos, he channeled all his anger and rage into his fist which he held ready to release into Chris’ face. However, to his surprise, he paused, feeling himself unable to move for a moment. He became aware of a tingling sensation in his head; not one of pain or pressure, but of pure pleasure. His train of thought waivered, his mind engulfed in the new sensation he was being overwhelmed by. The only word he could use to describe it was euphoria, as he suddenly realized that he could relax all his muscles without hesitation. He did so, feeling at once at ease, knowing that anything that he was doing before could wait. In fact, he made a point to forget what he was doing before. He in fact forgot almost everything that he had ever done- growing up, getting a job, getting married, having kids. None of it mattered to him anymore. The pleasurable sensation in his head was all he could focus on, keeping his conscious mind active while his unconscious mind sorted through his past memories, replacing those from earlier times. While he enjoyed the euphoric diversion, his cognitive and reasoning abilities were nearly eliminated without him even realizing it. His emotional controls were all but removed, paving the way towards complete freedom from self-generated control over his feelings. His senses of dignity, guilt, and decency were completely wiped clean, and as the entire process drew to a close, his memories slowly faded away, leaving a 4 year old’s mindset in the body of the once 31 year old man. Having slightly more reasoning power and ingenuity would give this new child his four year old characteristics, making him different from those smaller than him.

This four year old had only a few basic instincts: to exist as a baby and to prevent others from inhibiting from doing so, to seek out and attempt to remain in diapers at all times, and to live only to please himself by any means necessary. His new consciousness took on sentience as quickly as his previous one had disappeared, as the child took stock of his situation. He realized he was wearing clothes, a fact which disgusted him. He was relentless as he ripped and tore until he was left in a complete naked state, excited to be free from physical constraints. He was then motivated by his second instinct: to find a diaper. His ingenuity granted to him by his four year-old mind gave him an idea. He ran to the sales counter, eager to make his idea a reality. He took a white towel from the shelf behind the counter and laid it out on the floor, sitting down over it and pulling the sides together tightly. He found a staple gun under the counter and stapled the sides together dozens of times, wanting to ensure that his diaper would remain steadfast through his adventures. To complete his new outfit, he grabbed one of the smaller sized white plastic bags from the stand on the counter and forced his legs through it. He was glad to find that the bag was devoid of any insignia or logo, as a diaper should be. He pulled it up over his diaper, tucking the handles into the sides to complete the procedure. He giggled childishly as he unknowingly filled his diaper with poop. His former son ran past in several layers of white briefs, stained brown on the back and yellow-green on the front. No signal went off in the 4-year old’s head telling him that this boy was of any special significance to him- just another playmate. He ran into the crowd, trying to find something to obliterate.

Carol had run from the store when the mirror she had been hiding behind collapsed after several toddlers had unscrewed the bolts from the base. She realized what had happened while she wasn’t looking, and shook her head silently. While she had wanted to avoid her son liberating the occupants of the store for now, she realized that what was done was done, and she certainly couldn’t punish him for helping others like he had helped her. One thing she did promise herself- no treat for baby Chris this trip.

The mob of new toddlers and their returning mothers spilled out into the main halls of the mall, drawing a lot of attention from security. Realizing that there might be some sort of looting spree going on, the security chief ordered all doors sealed and no one to be let in or out of the mall. On this busy Saturday afternoon, that meant that close to 2,000 men, women, and children were put under lock and key with no way out. The doors were sealed, and metal gates were drawn in front of every exit and entrance to the building. The loading dock doors were clamped down as were the fire exits, and the roof doors as well. All that security could do was send all of their guards to try to break up the mob gathering in the children’s clothing store, before it got any more out of hand.

Within 20 minutes of the lockdown, there was no one left who knew how to operate the gates and release the locks on the doors. Two dozen naked and crudely diapered security guards were aimlessly walking and crawling the hallways, searching for some form of amusement for their infantile minds to exploit. The area around the children’s clothing store was looking a little calmer now. Mothers had begun to more properly diaper the swarms of babies and toddlers that seemed to be under control now.

The Wallgreen’s next to the shop was well stocked with all kinds of diapers. There were 200 or so former children there. About half had been between 3 and 6, and now paraded around in their Huggies and pull-ups. The rest were between 6 and 12, using their goodnights proudly. There was a peace about the herd of children that came from being free from limitation, need, desire, and greed. The sense that they had all the assistance and protection that they needed from the dozens of moms around them, and their numbers continued to grow.

Baby Chris had left his newly freed friends and had headed down a hallway filled with panicked shoppers. Many had no idea what was going on, and knew only that they had been locked in for some reason. Even fewer realized that they were in severe danger. None of them were aware what they were destined to become, or the pleasures they would soon enjoy. A gaming store was filled with frightened and confused teenagers who were hopelessly trying to get the clerk to lock the gate to keep them safe. The gamers who had been shopping there at the time of the lockdown were even more horrified when Chris came waddling into the store. One by one, the overweight and undereducated gaming teens were willingly and happily made 2 and 3 year olds again. The store clerk watched in horror as many of them stripped to reveal their own diapers which they now were more than happy to display to each other. Baby Chris and the rest of the huge toddlers left the store, leaving the nude infant clerk chewing on his big toe and peeing all over his inventory sheets.

On the way to his next location, baby Chris left the rest of his counterparts in the food court where they feasted on the food left there when the area had been abandoned by the remaining adults. It was quite a sight to anyone brave enough to look- 8 large, former 15 and 16 year olds, clad only in both authentic and improvised baby diapers, stuffing their fat faces with all of the fries and buns they could get their hands on. There was a store further down the hall called hot topic, where Chris knew he would find those most in need. Big kids corrupted by modern culture and scarred by tattoos and drugs.

As baby Chris pulled open the door, he heard screaming and crying from the occupants, which didn’t bother him in the slightest. Slowly but surely, Chris found each one of the teenager and made them whole again. Dozens of large infants crawled out of the store as Chris frantically waddled around looking for any survivors. When he was satisfied he could find none, he too left the store. As he waddled through the doorway, he was jumped by a young teenager. He pushed Chris over, trying to choke him.

“You changed my mom! You practically killed my dad! My older brother is my little brother now! YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE!” The boy screamed as he continued trying to strangle baby Chris. Chris didn’t seem to be fighting back at all... rather he seemed to be enjoying the entertainment this adult was giving him. The boys eyes, filled with rage, soon made contact with Chris’, and he immediately ceased. He stood up at once, with a blank look on his face. Chris too got up, eager to watch this liberation. The boy, still staring off blankly, removed his shirt, socks, and shoes. As he unbuttoned his shorts, baby Chris giggled and laughed hysterically. The boy had on a pair of pull-ups. Chris fell back on his diapered butt with laughter, not really knowing what he found funny, but he saw no reason to keep his excitement a secret.

The boy slowly came to life once again, letting his tummy protrude over his feet and mock diaper. Now that he was a toddler again, there was no reason to try to hide his baby fat. He made the final gesture of acceptance as he allowed himself to fill his pull-ups without hesitation. The pull-ups, too small for him to begin with, extended both forwards and backwards by the pressure and looked as if they would burst at any moment. The boy skipped off down the hall, gleefully muttering some childish gibberish, heading for the congregation of mothers and freed babies.

Within an hour, there were few survivors left in the mall. Chris had fallen asleep in a crib in a furniture store. His mother sat beside him, reading a book she’d jacked from Barnes & Noble. The hundreds of other mothers had all found temporary housing for their children, whether or not they’d been theirs to begin with. Many of the stores were either completely destroyed or looted for their contents. The remaining shops provided homes to the 1,500 or so babies and toddlers that had become permanent residents as a result of the lockdown.

While everyone was asleep, a 12-year old boy quietly crept into the Ace Furniture Store, where many families had taken up residence. He snuck up to Chris’ crib, noticing that his mother had drifted off with the book still in her hands. The boy prodded Chris gently, hoping to gain his attention without waking the others. He eventually roused baby Chris, who made a gurgling sound, farted, and then smiled at the boy. The boy was wearing sunglasses, so Chris had no way of knowing where to look to free him. The boy put his finger to his lips, signaling that Chris was to remain quiet.

“Listen... I don’t want to have my mind erased like these people... but I still want to join you guys! I’ve always longed to be like a little boy again, and what better way than joining a community of them!?” Chris understood what he was saying, nodded, and went back to sleep. The boy, relieved, removed his sweatshirt, shoes, socks, pants, and was left in a large cloth diaper that he’d obviously made himself. It was large and bulky, with 2 baby pins in each side. He dared not remove his sunglasses however, not wanting his mind to go blank as it had for everyone else in the mall. He walked out of the store, looking for anyone that he could talk to or play with. While hesitant to start embracing his desires, he couldn’t turn back now without risking his life as he knew it. Not finding anyone awake, the boy went back to the furniture store, and flopped down on a mattress in the bedding department, falling asleep to visions of what freedom he could now enjoy.

When he awoke, however, he found baby Chris standing over him, slowly taking off his sunglasses. The boy momentarily panicked, Then relaxed once again, filling his diaper and realizing that he didn’t lose anything in the liberation at all, but instead gained new insight on how he would live from now on. He fell back to sleep in bliss.

Outside the mall, there was absolute panic in the city. People had heard rumors from survivors who had made calls on their cell phones describing the horrors that were going on inside the mall. The National Guard had been called in to help contain the situation, as the governor had decided to treat this as a disease and quarantine operation. As engineering teams went about forcing down the doors to the mall, the troops were given orders to use their gas masks and shoot anyone on sight until further instructions were given. The 200 or so guardsmen aimed their weapons at the door, which would come down at any second. As the steel door fell down to Earth, thousands of people came running out of the mall. The guardsmen however did not fire; baby Chris was standing just inside the door, making eye contact with each and every one of them. As the last mother left the building with her former husband crawling behind her, the entire operation went into chaos as the National Guard members left their weapons and clothes where they were, and instead followed the mob of their like-minded toddlers into downtown. One news crew had been waiting on the other side of the building for the penetration of the mall, having been ordered to stay out of the way. Now, however, the news anchor and camera crew slowly came around the side of the mall to see baby Chris still standing there, his eyes closed. They slowly approached him as the anchor began to speak.

“Hello, little guy... Are you hurt? Would you like us to help find your mommy? We’d like to ask you a few questions if you’re able to speak, little guy.” As they settled in front of the camera, Chris turned his head in the direction of the anchor, gazing right into her frightened eyes. He then looked straight into the camera, smiling. He kept staring until the cameraman decided he didn’t want to be a cameraman anymore, but an infant instead. This opinion was shared by some 3 million people in Chicago and the surrounding communities, who had been watching the TV footage, live from the mall. Even the news anchors decided to have a change of outfit, wandering off the set with the crew, after which time the signal went static, as it would stay for a very very long time.

If you like this story, or if you have complaints, comments, questions, etc., don’t hesitate to email me with them... I’m always open to ideas and comments! niagrafal51@yahoo.com