Six Short AR Stories

Chapter 3
Could Be Worse

Chapter Description: Could be worse, right?

Another day, another work related accident. Such was employment at one of many Future Science facilities.

It was pretty much part and package that there were going to be accidents and it was part of the clause to except those, they were never fatal thankfully but they were inconvenient.

“Could be worse” Those three words tended to be the unofficial work motto of these facilities.

“Go ahead and say how it could be any worse” She didn't really care to know but she was going to know regardless of her indifference.

“Well you could have been reduced to a pool of sentient slime like Gary from accounting was” Frankly his being slime for a few hours hadn't been any difference, he was such a dickhead in any form.

“Or you could have been turned into a sentient pencil sharper like Nicola from Human Resources was”

“Considering her active sex life then that form was just her true appearance” Harsh perhaps but accurate, she was well known for having quite the sexual appetite.

“Or turned into a toad like Darren from Resources was once” Again no difference and she remarks as such.

“At least you're still human at least”

“Oh yes, still human, a delight I'm sure. But I was a grown woman, Carol! Now I'm...I'm...”

“Cute?”

“Don't you dare go all goo goo eyes on me again”

“But you have such tiny fingers and toes now, and all that baby fat, you are so adorable! Admit it, it could be worse!” True perhaps, there was always an accident in this place due to the nature of the experiments being done in the labs. No amount of containment efforts ever made any difference and today, to her bad luck, it was her turn.

She had been typing away at her computer when there had been a sudden flash of light, the next thing she knew she was in a pile of clothes and reduced to the physical age of about a year old. Cue her now having to wear a thick nappy, a onesie and being looked after until the effect wore off. Whenever that would be, it always wore off eventually whenever others were affected.

But none of the others, as best she knew, had ever been reduced to a baby though. Everything was so big now and while the clothes were, admittedly, comfortable she found it humiliating.

“Don't you even think of taking any photos of me while I'm like this” Carol slips her mobile back in the pocket she was just taking it out of.

“I wouldn't do such a thing”

“I hate this job”

“Could be worse”

“I'm sitting here with what is pretty much my bathroom around my waist, one of the cups of my bra would be able to fit on my head and almost cover it and I keep feeling the urge to chew on something” Picking her friend up, Carol gives her a gentle hug.

“May as well indulge then, it's hard to say when this will wear off”

“If I ever get my hands on those lab people”

“You'll what? Drool on them? Have them change your nappies?” Carol seemed so big right now as she lay in her friend's arms, she could feel her padded backside being patted.

“Probably. Sodding job”

“Like I said, could be worse. You are really cute though” From grown woman to baby girl in a matter of seconds, it just had to be one of those days.

Could be worse, right?