Ok, this is a story I wrote a long time ago. In fact, it was the first story I ever wrote, so bear that in mind when reading it. Looking back on it, I know that there are many, many improvements that could be made on it (especially with the tenses…*shudder), but for a first effort I feel pretty good about it. So anyway, here’s the first chapter.
Chapter One: My Girlfriend’s Situation
Hey, my name is John Jackson. I’m what you would pretty much call a normal guy (but that doesn’t really say much, does it?). I do ok in school, play a couple of sports, and have a “normal” high school life. I work at Food-Lion (oh boy) to help earn a little money. I’m sixteen years old, and I’m a junior in high school.
Like a good number of guys my age, I also have a girlfriend. Her name is Carol, and she’s a really pretty and sweet girl. I’m really lucky to have found her. We have a great relationship; of course we get into fights every now and then, but we’re in love with each other and everything in our relationship is going really well.
My mom really likes her too. I can tell when my mom really likes someone because she always tries to embarrass me in front of people she likes. Her favorite tactic is to take out my old photo album with pictures of me as a baby. She’s done it so often that it really doesn’t embarrass me anymore, and I know she just does it cause she loves me, is proud of me like that, and likes the way that I’ve grown from being a cute little baby boy to the teenager I am today.
I have to admit too, I was a cute kid. I hate to admit it, but a couple of times I’ve pulled out the old album myself. I can barely remember it, but I get a little joy when I imagine my life back then. I especially recall my teddy bear and my baby blanket that I used to carry around with me all of the time. If I didn’t have one, I’d always have the other (and sometimes both). And in many of the pictures, I’m sucking my thumb while cuddling with my bear or my “blankie”. Of course my mom always brings up these stories in front of my friends.
But although it’s embarrassing, a part of me likes it. I’ll kill you if you tell anyone this, but sometimes I wish I could pull out my teddy or my blankie and just snuggle with it. But enough of that, I’m a manly sixteen year old guy.
Anyway though, back to Carol. She’s the greatest girl in the world, and this is why I felt so bad for her situation. It wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, but I hate seeing her upset in any way, and she was definitely pretty upset over this one.
There really weren’t any jobs in our area at the time, and she really needed money. Her family had gotten pretty poor since her dad had left (stupid bastard), and she really needed to help her mom out. She had already been taking care of her younger brother and sister for a while, but now money had become a major problem for them.
My family helped them out when we could, but since my dad had died a few years ago, it was just me and mom. We sometimes had a little trouble getting by as well. Monetarily we were fine, but we didn’t have enough extra money to help Carol out.
The thing was that there were actually some jobs left in our town…. But they were baby-sitting jobs. Not a big deal, right? Carol had a lot of experience with kids because of her siblings and because she did some volunteer work. Plus, she loved working with kids, and she couldn’t wait to have her own. The problem was that she had no experience with babies. You know the feeding, the holding, the diaper changing, how much sleep they needed, and all that stuff. She was only a couple of years older than her siblings, so she never got the experience of taking care of babies.
One day we were talking about it while my mom was there, and my mom started talking to Carol. “It’s really not all that hard,” she said. “And you’d love it. They’re a bit of a hassle, but babies are really cute and fun to take care of. I could easily show you how to do everything. I’ve changed quite a few diapers in my time, especially with this guy right here!” She was referring to me again, more fun mom embarrassment.
“That sounds great,” said Carol. “But where are we gonna find a baby? I just can’t ‘practice’ with any of the other moms’ kids, right?”.
“That’s a good point, Carol,” replied mom. “I could teach you for short periods if our schedules worked out. But I don’t think many parents would lend us their baby supplies and let us practice in there houses. Let me think about it. I may come of with an idea”.
Later that night, mom had a talk with me. “John, you know how important this baby-sitting thing is to Carol. And I know you care about her. So I want to know if I could get your help with this whole situation.”
“Sure mom, you know I’m all for helping Carol out. But I don’t know a thing about taking care of babies. It would take me a whole day to figure out how to put a diaper on, and I’d probably never get a baby to stop crying.”
“Oh I know. I just want to know if you’d do anything to help Carol out.”
“Sure mom, I’d do anything.”
"Ok then. I just want you to show up next week when I start teaching her. We can go to the church nursery; they have plenty of baby supplies and furniture there. I’ve talked to the pastor and he doesn’t mind. "
“Ok mom, I’ll be there. But how did you find a baby you could take to the church?”
“Oh, you’ll see during our first session. Thank you, John, your help means a lot.”
I was pretty confused. Like I said, I don’t know anything about babies, and quite frankly, I’ve always been a bit uncomfortable around them. I know it’s kinda weird for guys, but I really like babies. I think they’re cute and I’d love to hold one just to know I’m taking care of him or her. It’s just that I’m afraid I might mess something up, plus the fact that I’m a little embarrassed to admit I want to learn to take care of babies. It just doesn’t seem like a real masculine thing. You know me, the manly baseball player guy.
Nonetheless, I was intrigued by this plan. Maybe this would be some good experience for me to learn how to take care of babies. Plus I would have the excuse that I was helping out Carol, so I wouldn’t feel so bad or embarrassed about it.
But I would have never expected what mom had in mind.
Chapter 2: A New Experience
The next week, the three of us arrived at the church. Mom and I had been doing some yard work beforehand, so we were both really hot and thirsty. So when mom asked me if I wanted anything to drink, I quickly accepted.
We all sat down in one of the rooms in the back and mom brought in some juice for all of us to drink. Mom began talking to Carol about some of the basic safety tips about taking care of babies, such as never leaving them alone on changing tables and keeping certain dangerous things away from them. I was listening as well, but it seemed like most of it was pretty obvious stuff. However, I couldn’t help but wonder where the baby was. I guess mom had found a parent willing to let us take care of her baby who would be arriving soon.
I drank my juice pretty quickly since I was so thirsty. As mom continued to talk, I felt myself drifting further and further out of the conversation. I couldn’t follow her very easily, and soon after I started to get dizzy. I started to talk, but I had trouble getting the words out. Mom and Carol looked over, but they didn’t seem to act like anything strange was going on.
Things got even fuzzier after that. It seemed like Carol and mom were getting much bigger little by little. In fact, the whole room and all of the furniture was as well. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t really do anything about it anyway since I was so disoriented and since my vision was so blurry.
Suddenly, all of the dizziness stopped. My vision became clear again. ‘Good’, I thought as I closed my eyes. ‘Glad that’s over’. When I opened my eyes, however, I realized one thing had not changed: everything was still very big. In fact, my clothes didn’t even fit me anymore. I sat there in the chair, but my shoes and socks were on the floor and my other clothes were draped over me instead of being on me. I then noticed that my feet weren’t on the ground either; not only that, but since my legs were so short, my feet didn’t even dangle over the edge. Everything hadn’t gotten bigger, I had gotten smaller.
As I was taking this all in, I saw a gigantic mom walk over and loom over me. “Looks like the mixture worked just fine!”
I was about to ask what she was talking about when two things happened simultaneously; mom said “John has reverted back to being a healthy little six month old baby boy!”, while at the same I time I had the same realization on my own.
Before I could respond, she pulled me out from underneath my clothes. She scooped me up in her arms with one arm under my butt and the other across my chest underneath my arms. “Wow, John, you look exactly like you did about sixteen years ago. I can’t believe I’m holding another baby of my own after all these years! Here, take a look at yourself!”
At that point she brought me over to a mirror. I was in plain shock; there I saw mom holding me, a six month old little baby. I was so tiny! My hair was normally about shoulder length, but now I had very little hair on my head (not to mention no hair in other areas). I was a little bit chubby in my cheeks and stomach as well. I simply couldn’t believe it; I had become a baby again (Looking back on it, I do have to admit, although it was a small feeling at the time, I did find myself kinda cute).
And as if this wasn’t enough, my penis was of course the size of a baby’s as well. It was bad enough to be naked in front of my mom and Carol at the same time, but it was pure torture for it to be so small at the same time. I would have died if either of them had said anything about it.
Not that the situation wasn’t completely humiliating anyway. I couldn’t help but be embarrassed during my state of shock. And I thought it was bad for mom to show pictures of me as a baby! To add to my humiliation, Carol walked over and looked at me. “Wow, John, you’re cute as a sixteen-year old boy, but even more adorable as a six-month old one!” she said as she pinched my chin softly with her hand.
For some reason, this extra embarrassment zapped me out of my state of shock. “What have you done to me?!” I asked as I batted away Carol’s hand with my tiny one. Thankfully, I could talk (unlike most six-month olds), but to my voice was extremely high, and well, childlike. Mom chose to answer the question.
“Although it’s hard to believe, John, I’ve had the recipe for a youth formula at home for some time. It’s a long story how I came across it, but it very quickly takes away years on a person’s life depending on how much is taken. I put some into your juice a little while ago, and like a charm, it turned you into a six-month old baby!”
“But why?!” I exclaimed.
“That’s obvious, silly. We need a baby for Carol to practice taking care of, and with this youth formula, you’re the perfect fit. We’ll both be much more comfortable with you, and we don’t have to take you back to anybody. And you did say you’d do anything to help us, right?”
“Yeah, but…I didn’t know this was what you had in mind! Can’t you turn me back?”
“Well, the formula wears off in a couple of hours…”
“A couple of HOURS?!!”
“But there is another mixture that reverses the effects just like that.”
“Then please, give it to me!”
“But John, I thought you wanted to help Carol out?”
“I did, but not like this! Please, turn me back!”
I noticed the excitement and joy that they both had drain away from there faces. “Well,” mom said. “If that’s what you want, John, we’ll turn you back. I know it is a lot to ask of you, but I don’t know how else we can help Carol out. I guess she’ll just have to find a harder way to earn money.”
This statement made me feel bad, but not bad enough to make me want to stay a baby. I mean, come on! I love Carol, but imagine if you were cooed and treated like a little baby by your mom and your girlfriend! It was by far the most humiliating experience of my life up to this point, not to mention the fact that I was naked, helpless, and the size of a baby. I had to be turned back.
With that settled, mom took another glass and tipped a little bit of the juice inside down my throat. She sat me on the floor, and fairly quickly, I grew back to my normal size. All my hair grew back (in all of the places), and the chubbiness went away. I was still embarrassed to be naked, so I quickly put my clothes back on. (By the way, it was a relief to be hung like a sixteen-year old guy again!)
We then left, and the car ride back was pretty somber. We tried to think of other ways for Carol to earn money, but nothing seemed to work out. There were problems with every idea. I started to feel even worse than I had before. Was I being selfish? No, come on, they were asking me to do something totally insane. No way was I gonna be babied (literally) by my girlfriend.