The Stone of Autumn

Chapter 3
Out of the Picture

Chapter Description: The women have a chat amongst themselves.

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“What are you going to do to us?” asked Mary, shaking.

“Shh. Wait, Sarah,” Clara, said, taking the stone back out of her pocket, “did you just say that you’ve never seen a cuter baby?”

“Yeah, why?” asked the girl, struggling to hold onto Emily.

“Not even THIS one?!” Clara laughed, pressing the buttons on the stone slab and pointing her palm in Mary’s direction.

“No, don’t—“ began Mary until she was interrupted by the blue liquid ball which struck her in the neck as she attempted to turn away, but it was too late. Mary began to shrink right before her daughter and infant husband’s eyes while the two other teens all laughed at the joke Clara had made at her expense. Stumbling in her high heels that were now far too big for her, the three year old Mary looked as if she were playing dress-up in her mommy’s closet. Her black pencil skirt had fallen clean off, taking her panties with them, leaving only a bare, chubby infant’s behind on display.

“Uh oh, we have a little jaybird on the loose!” laughed the blonde, moving from the door to pull the enormous bra and blouse off of the now one-year-old’s body as it swayed unsteadily in the tall, black stiletto heels it was once able to fill.

“Mom!” Emily managed to yell, wrestling her head away from her captor briefly.

“You don’t have a mom anymore, Emily,” explained Clara, “You have a little baby sister. Does that look like a grown woman to you?” she finished, pointing to the infant which toppled over onto the black skirt, kicking off one of the heels and pulling her toes into her mouth as she rolled onto her bare back on the wooden floor, bathed in the red light still pouring in through the open back door.

“There. Now, Sarah, isn’t that the cutest baby you ever saw?” Clara smiled at her work.

“You’re totally right, oh my god, she is as cute as a button! She used to chaperone our field trips in Middle School. She was so bossy! She’d always make us put our phones away and pay attention to the stupid museum or whatever. I’m glad she’s just a stupid little baby now, I bet she doesn’t even know what a phone is! Isn’t that right, dummy?” Sarah joked, taking out her cell phone and dangling it over the gurgling infant woman.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Emily yelled frantically, kicking free of her captor and standing apart on the living room rug. “What are you guys doing?!”

“Whatever we feel like. I came here because I’m tired of you trying to steal my boyfriend,” Clara said coldly.

“Andrew? From history class? That’s what this is about?” Emily said, completely bewildered, “He’s your boyfriend?”

“He will be. Once you’re out of the picture. I don’t think most guys want to date little babies, do they? Correct me if I’m wrong. I don’t think having him change your diapers is a good first date, but who knows?” Clara said, raising her hand with the stone slate in it toward Emily, “Let’s find out, K?”

“Clara, please—“ she said, raising a hand up in self-defense. Just like her mother, however, it was in vain. The cool liquid slapped immediately against her outstretched hand, splashing and quickly drying on her skin as the inescapable effects quickly began to set in.

Emily began to run, but did not make it far, her breasts quickly flattening out against her chest, her legs becoming increasingly skinny and short, making her escape all the more fruitless. She had only taken two steps before she was 8 years old again, making the pigtails she had put her hair up in this morning seem all the more appropriate. Another step and she was quickly passing four years old, balancing herself against the seat of the couch in the living room as she stepped out of her massive shoes and pants and pitter patted barefoot on the rug, her t-shirt and bra dragging on the ground.

As she became a toddling two-year old, a stream of pee rushed between her legs, dribbling on the soft rug beneath her feet. She balanced against the cushions and flexed her legs, still ballooning with baby fat, as if for the first time, testing them out futilely as her age deteriorated past one year old within seconds, and she collapsed in a puddle of her own babyish pee on the carpet.

“Oh no! Did little Emily fall down and go boom? Diddums she have a little acci-dent on the floor?” cooed Clara, smirking devilishly down at her former classmate who rooted childishly on the carpet, completely bare before her former friends.

“Since you can’t control yourself, I guess we should get you in diapers, first, shouldn’t we?” Clara said, flipping the stone slate over and pulling back the sides, which had seem completely flush with the main pieces, revealing two yellow glowing lights. Clara shut her eyes and concentrated for a moment. Tapping them quickly materialized a pink and white marble box next to her. Slipping the stone back into her pocket, she opened the heavy lid of the box to remove a package of Pampers disposable diapers.

“Bring the other two over here, would you?” Clara, asked, as her friends obeyed, bringing the two other nude infants over to the rug where the couple’s now babified daughter lay before her. As the brunette teen set Ben down on the carpet, he began to cry in frustration, wailing at the top of his lungs.