(AR Story Excerpt)

Here is chapter 3 (continuing from chapter 2) of a new commissioned story for an anonymous fan. There’s a variety of changes in the full version of the story in addition to the AR here. Thank you again, anonymous, for the commission!

It was an odd feeling to be carried. It was comforting, maybe the most comforting feeling of all, even if it did make a person feel small and powerless. Stephen had plenty of reasons to be worried at that moment. He was trapped in the body of an infant with no clear way to grow back to his normal age again. His younger sister had apparently just become his mother, and now she was carrying him out of the basement, cradled gently in her loving arms against her soft chest. He knew he should be worried, but he was too comforted to worry.

In a backwards way, this was a dream come true. He had wanted to be a baby again more than anything. Now, here he was, living out that dream, about to be pampered and cared for. Still, he could not help feeling like he had just locked himself out of the house without any clothes on. He had gotten what he wanted, but he had no way of going back if he changed his mind.

As Niki carried him up the stairs, he took one last look at the wishing machine that had transformed him. He saw the touchpad for a moment, the one place he had to reach to turn back to normal, but then he was carried up above the ceiling of the basement. He lost sight of it, and he doubted he would see it again without making an incredible effort to reach it. And, even then, after somehow climbing down the stairs to it, the whole trip might be ultimately futile. He doubted he would be able to stand up and reach the pad by himself.

What then? What could he do? He wondered if it was all over now. He had known that playing with the machine might be dangerous, and now he had trapped himself in a new life just as he had feared he might do. He was a baby, and there seemed to be no clear way to use the machine again. Was it time to just give up and accept what he had become?

“Mom?” Niki’s voice boomed from above him as she opened the basement door and entered the kitchen. “Mom?” She sounded irritated.

Stephen heard footsteps on the stairs, and their mother yelled back, “I’m coming. Just a moment.”

His mother, who he assumed was now his grandmother, approached them. He was unsurprised to see that she was now just as much of a giantess as Niki was. Still, it was a bit disturbing to be reminded again of just how small he had become.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

“Did you bring Stephen down to the basement?” Niki asked.

His mother/grandmother looked confused. “I… I don’t think so,” she said.

“Well,” Niki said, “that’s where I found him, just lying on the cold concrete in tears.” She did not sound pleased.

“What?”

“You didn’t happen to leave him there while you were distracted?”

Stephen felt bad for his mother/grandmother. She seemed really confused and embarrassed, and the whole situation was really his fault after all. “I don’t remember doing that,” she said. “I would never… I mean, I am careful with him. He’s my grandson.”

“Then, how did he get down there?”

“Maybe... he went down there by himself.”

“Right,” Niki said, incredulously. “Your infant grandson just escaped his crib, crawled down a flight of stairs, opened the basement door, crawled down another flight of stairs, and settled down on the floor to cry. That’s what happened?”

“It’s… possible.”

Niki sighed. “Please try to be more careful,” she said. “I know your mind is all over the place with new ideas, but you need to stay focused when you’re around Stephen. I need you to help me with him, and I need to know I can trust you with him.”

“Well,” grandma said, indignantly. “I did manage to raise you well enough.”

“You had dad around to help.”

“Yes,” grandma replied with a sad look on her face. “I did.”

Stephen thought that Niki had been unnecessarily cruel, but he realized that she was just trying to protect him, her son. He appreciated her dedication to him even as he felt sorry for his grandma.

“Now, it's just you and me,” Niki said, indicating that Stephen’s new dad was not around either. “I know that’s not easy, but that’s how it is. I can’t do this alone. Can I trust you with him?”

“Of course you can.”

“Good,” Niki said. “You’ll be more careful then?”

“I will guard him with my life.”

“Good,” Niki said. “You can start by putting him in his high chair while I make breakfast.”

There was a handover then, passing him from one pair of giant arms to another pair. Niki walked off to the refrigerator while grandma carried him over to a high chair at the kitchen table. Stephen had the distinct impression that he was more cargo than person at that moment. He was precious cargo, sure, but that was about all. He did not rate as enough of a person yet to be a part of the conversation. Grandma set him in the seat of the high chair and strapped him securely into place before attaching a tray to the chair to hold his food and tying a bib around his neck.

He looked over at Niki as she prepared his food. She was as pretty as ever, but her clothes were pretty utilitarian. She wore only a pair of plaid pajama pants and a stained white T-shirt. Her blonde hair was done up in a tight bun. She had no makeup on, and Stephen could see dark circles under her eyes that indicated she had not had a good night’s sleep in a long time. Still, there was a glow to her, a liveliness in her motions. She had a purpose, a mission, and that made her beautiful in a plain, everyday way.

Niki finished preparing his meal and approached him with a plate of mashed-up green vegetables and some cheerios. She spooned up the green muck and delivered it to his mouth. He dutifully opened his mouth and let her feed him. It tasted bland, but he ate it. No one had asked him if he wanted to eat it, so there was no sense that he had any choice in the matter. This was his food. He was going to eat it. He thought of himself, then, as a food processing machine. They set him up, put food in, and it would come out later from the other end. Rinse and repeat.

After being fed a few more spoonfuls of the green stuff, which mostly ended up inside his mouth, he was allowed to pick up individual cheerios with his thumb and forefinger. Finally, he had a part to play, but even in that simple task, he struggled. Only about half of the cheerios made it to his mouth, leaving him frustrated. His one moment of participation in the meal had ended mostly in failure. It was embarrassing and a bit scary to realize that even feeding himself would be a struggle now.

Still, he was not alone. Niki was there to clean up his mess and help him finish eating. She was there to wipe his face clean and smile at him and say, “Good job, Stephen!” Even his most clumsy effort to be fed earned him congratulations. Just managing to eat food was his great achievement of the day so far. Although it felt like a huge step down from the life of an adult, he did feel a strange sense of accomplishment when Niki praised him. He had made her proud. She leaned in and kissed his head and said, “I love you, Sweetie.”

He felt something as he looked up at Niki. It was like love, but more powerful, somehow. Adoration, maybe. He was so small and useless, but there she was, this powerful giant woman, ready to do anything for him. Loving him. Caring for him. Existing just for him. He was her world, he realized, and it was becoming clear that the same was true for him. His needs would only be met by her or someone helping her. She was his guardian, and, as she freed him from his chair and lifted him into the air, he felt protected. She was as powerful as a goddess. It was not a power to be feared, though. Instead it was a power to comfort and defend. Her immense size and strength existed to protect and care for him. He felt safer in her arms than he could ever remember feeling anywhere else, and from that safety came the sense of comfort he had first noticed in the basement. As small and weak and helpless as he was, he had a goddess protecting him with infinite power. In her arms, there was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing could possibly harm him. He was invulnerable.

He smiled. This was the wish he had yearned to come true for so long, and it was everything he had hoped it would be.

He decided, as he settled blissfully into her arms again, that if there was no going back, then being a baby again might not be such a bad thing after all. There were worse fates than this.

*** 

It did not take long, though, for him to have second thoughts. Sure, life in Niki’s arms was heaven, but it was a temporary heaven. Soon enough, she had set him down on a mat on the floor in the living room and surrounded him with some colorful plastic baby toys. He tried them all out in turn. He piled up rings on a pole and pushed square pegs through square holes. He pressed buttons to summon various noises and cheery music. He built towers and toppled them. Then, he ran out of new toys. He had played with them all in a few minutes and now he was feeling bored.

Niki put the TV on, and he sat on the floor and tried to watch the cartoon on it. Again, he found it incredibly dull. There was nothing happening. Just colorful shapes and animals interacting with each other with frequent pauses for the narrator to ask the audience questions. “Do you see where Fluffy hid the apples?”

Stephen felt like leaving the room after a short while. He tried standing up, and promptly fell back on his padded butt. He tried again and discovered that he could stand, but not for long, and walking more than a few steps was still too difficult. It seemed that he was stuck with crawling, which was an achingly slow way to get around. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

The reality of being a baby was much less exciting than the fantasy had been. In the fantasy, it was all breastfeeding and diapers and mother/son interaction. In reality, being a baby was not very interesting. There was not much he could do. All of his forms of entertainment were so simple that they were barely worth his attention. Again, he realized that the problem was the mismatch between who he was inside and who he was outside. His mind craved a lot more complex and interesting things to do, but his body was incapable of doing those things.

Stephen began to cry. He was not sure exactly why he was crying. Was he mourning the loss of his adulthood? Was he just frustrated with his lack of stimulation? Was he getting angry about being stuck in such a boring mess? It might have been a combination of all of those things. Whatever the reason, his baby body seemed primed to react to any negative emotions with a shower of tears. And, once the tears began to flow, they seemed to accelerate all by themselves. There was no soft weeping for babies it seemed. Either he was dry-eyed, or he was wailing in inconsolable misery. Soon his head was foggy with hyperventilation again, making it even harder to control his emotions.

“What’s the matter, Stephen?” he heard Niki ask from above him. Once more, his eyes were too full of tears to clearly see anything, but he could make out the bleary form of Niki reaching down to lift him up again.

Once he was back in her soothing embrace again, he felt the energy drain from his tears. His moans and whines grew softer. As he calmed down, he became aware of a new sensation. Something warm and squishy was pressing against his butt. The inside of his diaper was wet, which surprised him, not so much by the fact that he had used his diaper but by how unintentional it had been. It had just happened, and he had not realized it was happening until it was done.

“Looks like you need a new diaper,” she said.

As tears ran down his cheeks and mixed with snot leaking from his nose and drool from his mouth, he began to smell the mess in his diaper when he snorted the snot back into his nose. He felt gross. He was leaking substances out of every hole, like a defective water toy with cracks and bad seals. And, he felt helpless to do anything about it. He was stuck in a poop-filled diaper, and he would remain in that diaper until someone removed it and cleaned him.

As he calmed down and tried to get a sense of how he felt about the situation, he realized that the helplessness was actually part of the fantasy. He was dependent. He needed to be cared for. He had surrendered himself to the power of his “mother.” Still, in the fantasy, there was a level of distance that made it feel more tolerable. He got to choose when he felt helpless. He could walk away mentally when he felt like it. Now, that choice was gone. There was only the helplessness. Whether he liked it or not, he would just have to endure it all.

When Niki set him down on what he realized was a changing table, he forgot his discomfort with the situation and began to feel excited. This was it! This was the moment he had been waiting for. A real diaper change!

***

Stephen lives out his fantasy of having a diaper change, but he is frustrated to find that he can not enjoy it as an adult might. Afterwards, he escapes into a nap and a dream that is also unsatisfying. Thankfully, it is time for another feeding.

***

He opened his eyes to see his giant sister kneeling above him resting her big hand on his baby chest. There were tears dripping from his eyes.

“Did my little man have a nightmare?” she asked him, and lifted him into her arms again.

He sniffled and got his bearings again. He was a baby. His sister was his mother. The machine was downstairs and still functioning, but it was out of his reach now…

“You look thirsty,” she said as she took a seat. “How about a drink?”

She set him down next to her and removed her shirt. Then, she took off her bra, revealing her milk-swollen breasts.

Again, Stephen felt that exhilaration of living out a fantasy. He was about to be breastfed. And, not by just any breasts, but by his sister’s amazing breasts. That same sister that had ridiculed his age regression fantasies was about to be the star of just such a fantasy. She was about to unwittingly stick her tit in her own brother’s face...

She draped a towel over her shoulder and picked him up. Cradling him against her flesh, she positioned his mouth in front of her giant breast and angled her nipple down to his waiting lips.

After a moment of hesitation from feeling as though it was all too good to be true, he locked his lips around her nipple and began sucking. Immediately, his mouth was filled with her warm milk. It was richer than any milk he could remember, as delicious as the best cream he had ever tasted. Greedily, he drank it down and kept sucking out more and more to fill his mouth. It was perfect. The most perfect thing he had ever consumed in his whole life. He felt its warmth go down his throat and into his waiting belly, filling him with the warmth of his mother’s love.

Niki held him. Niki fed him. He was connected to her, mouth to nipple. She was filling him up with herself. Her love in liquid form, the most delicious of meals, was on his tongue and flowing deeper into him. His baby arms gripped her enormous breast and tried to hug it closer to him, trying to return some of that love to the source of his meal and maybe squeeze a little more milk out faster.

“Easy,” Niki said. “Take it easy. You’d better slow down, or you’ll get gassy.”

Stephen ignored her. He wanted what was inside of her to be inside of him as quickly as possible. That was his milk. It was meant for him. He needed to put it where it belonged right now.

As time went on, amazingly, the milk seemed to get even richer, thicker, more flavorful. Then, after enjoying that rich milk for a little while. He felt himself pulled away from her nipple. He moaned. He still wanted more. What was she doing? Why did she stop?

She swung his body around and repositioned him under her other breast.

“Round two,” she said.

Stephen smiled as her other nipple approached his mouth. He opened his lips in anticipation of the delicious milk that was about to flow into him.

“Hi, Mom,” Niki said and paused Stephen with his mouth only inches from her nipple, so tantalizingly close but still out of reach. He whimpered.

“Hi,” said Niki’s mom, Stephen’s grandma. “I see you’re feeding him. I can come back.”

“No, it’s fine,” Niki said. She moved Stephen to her breast, and he immediately latched on and began sucking again.

“I wanted to say something,” Mom/Grandma said.

Stephen just kept drinking and listening to their conversation.

“What is it?”

“I’m sorry about before. You were right. I’ve let my work distract me from my family.”

“That’s not what I meant, really,” Niki said. “I just wanted you to be a little more careful when-”

“Please let me finish.”

“Fine, then,” Niki said. “Go ahead.”

“I’ve been using my work on the machine as a way to escape from dealing with a lot of things. I’ve become a lousy mother and grandmother lately.”

“No,” Niki said. “You’re doing fine.”

“I’m going to dismantle the machine.”

Stephen stopped drinking and looked over at his mother/grandmother.

“I’ve made progress with it, but I’m having serious power problems. It keeps losing its charge for some mysterious reason. It works, but it seems it will take a lot more time for me to get it working consistently. I’ve decided that it is not worth the time or the effort. You two deserve that time and effort more.”

“You don’t have to,” Niki said. “You just need to manage your time and effort better is all.”

Stephen’s mother/grandmother shook her head. “As long as the machine exists, it’s going to occupy my thoughts. I need it to be gone, so that I can keep my mind occupied on this family more. That’s what has to be done.”

“Well,” Niki said. “All right. If that’s what you need, then I understand. I just hope you’re sure about it.”

“I am.”

“Good, then,” Niki said.

Stephen began to sweat. He was starting to feel ill.

“I’m going to make some final notes today and run another test or two, but then I’ll shut it down for good tomorrow. After that, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me around, and I should be able to watch Stephen more so that you can get out and live a little bit more again.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let me know if you need any help with the machine,” Niki said and noticed that Stephen had stopped drinking. “Are you done?” she asked him.

Stephen could not believe what he was hearing. He felt like he would be sick, then he really was sick. His body vomited up a sticky stream of milk and saliva onto his chin and chest and Niki’s breast.

“Oh, Stephen,” Niki said. “I warned you, didn’t I?”

As she wiped his face and chest, Stephen felt too worried to care that he was covered in baby puke. He had bigger problems. His one chance of turning back to normal again was about to be dismantled. Time was running out.

***