This choice: option 1 (all are female) • Go Back...Chapter #6option 1 (all are female) by: Evtrax   (All characters are at least 18, no hair or tooth loss)
Sam Manson groggily woke up as she slowly felt like something was wrong. It felt like there was something in her mouth, and her mouth wouldn't obey her. Any attempt to spit out the foreign object only resulted in her sucking on it. Then she noticed her panties felt different, thicker than normal. She got out of her bed and found that her gait was wider than normal. But it wasn't until she looked in her mirror that she saw what was wrong, causing her jaw to drop and her pacifier to fall to the floor.
For Sam Manson had seemingly transformed into an adult baby overnight without any explanation other than "something ghost related". Until just a moment ago she had been sucking on a purple pacifier, while her night gown had shortened to only cover her chest and torso area (which didn't include a bra the 18-year-old goth had noticed). Her hair was in cute pigtails instead of her normal ponytail, though it was still black in color. But most noticeable to the embarrassed young woman was the diaper that hung around her waist. The diaper was at least gothic, all black save for white skulls and crossbones that disappeared when the diaper was used. But that was cold comfort for the young woman suddenly thrust back into childhood.
Horrified, Sam looked around her room to see that it was not just her that had been regressed. Her bedroom now looked like a nursery for an overgrown baby, albeit with a gothic feel. The candles which once lit her room were now fakes, her bed having the railings of a crib. She toddled over to her record collection, only to find that her records of death metal and other such gothic song choices had been replaced with little kid songs. They were mostly Halloween related, fitting the whole baby goth theme that she now had, but she couldn't help but notice that traditional children's songs and classic nursery rhymes like "wheels on the bus" and "rock-a-bye baby" were also there.
As she toddled further, she noticed her electric keyboard was now an oversized child's toy, and the skull she kept on one of her tables was now a cartoony plush. She looked to her bookshelf, the poster above it no longer of the latest goth band she was following but some child's band ala the wiggles that she didn't recognize. The detail that they were all women was filed to the back of her mind, for she had far more pressing matters to attend to. Bending down to look closer at her bookshelf, causing her padded keister to jut out like a toddler, she noticed that all her books had been replaced with either pop-up books or those plasterboard books that toddlers read. The topics were ones that a child would associate with goths, if they understood the concept at least.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Sam toddled to the last place she needed to check. She opened her closet and saw her clothes were mostly the same, although the skirts were shorter (no doubt to allow for more efficient diaper checks). She then checked her panty drawer, which was now next to her closet and had a changing table atop it. She saw that her panty drawer was now her diaper drawer, stacks and stacks of gothic diapers just like the one she was wearing. Sam attempted to swear at the sight, and with an obvious lisp she said, "What da poopy?" Her eyes widened when she heard the words coming out of her mouth, and she tried every swear word she knew, with them all coming out as childish insults.
Suddenly her body squatted down, and she started grunting. She emptied her bowels and bladder, as the saggy back and disappearing wetness indicators showed. When she was done Sam was horrified, merely muttering, "But me potty twained." Suddenly her balance left her, and she fell down on her now messy diaper butt. Tears welled in the goth's eyes, and she did the only thing she could do, wail like a baby. Her crying only abated when her mother walked into the room. Or rather toddled into the room.
Her mother Pam now resembled an older sister, looking around twenty-two years old. Her orange hair was still in the style of a 50s housewife, and her clothes were still pink, but that was where the similarities ended. Her dress was now a pink and frilly sundress that did nothing to hide the extremely pink diaper. In a sympathetic voice Pam asked her daughter, "Did you's fall down go boom after you went poopy and peepee?" Teary eyed, Sam nodded in response, and Pam said, "Yous want a changie?" Sam nodded again and got up unsteadily, grabbing a clean skull diaper and hopping up to the change table.
Pam eyed the diaper and said, "Wouldn't you wike a pwetty pink diapie?" Sam started to throw a little tantrum, hitting and kicking the change table while screaming that she hated pink. Pam sighed and said, "Ok, we use da non pwetty diapie." Soon Sam's bottom was clean and her in a clean diaper, at which point Pam said, "Okay's, time for num-nums and den yous off to daycare." Sam once more gulped in dread.
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The rest of the house was just as childish as Sam's room, if not more so. The real shock came when she saw that her father was now a woman. Jen-jen, as she was now called, had her blond hair in pigtails while wearing a sailor themed dress. There breakfast consisted of baby food and bottles of milk. Sam's desperate pleas for a more grown-up meal were met with confused stares. After eating (Sam was so hungry and thirsty that she ate the mush and drank the milkies) Sam's diaper bag, once her backpack, was packed with her daycare supplies such as crayons, bibs, and of course diapers. Pam and Jen-jen tried to slip in some pink diapers, but Sam threw them out.
Soon Sam and her mother Pam were in car seats in her mothers car, which was now an oversized little tykes pedal car. As they "drove" to daycare, Sam realized that, to her horror, no one in Amity Park (and quite possibly the world) had been spared this fate. Everyone she saw was a young adult female wearing baby attire and doing childish things. All cars were pedal cars scaled for adults, the road and sidewalk now a massive playmat. The only foods and drinks were stuff a toddler or baby would eat. Sam saw that the nasty burger was now the nasty baba, and proudly served things like mush and boobie milk. The car pulled up to Casper Daycare (once Casper High) and Sam got out, toddling into the building holding her diapie bag while her mother "drove" away.
Sam was essentially in a state of shell shock, numbly accepting that she was going to daycare while wearing only a purple bib, frilly socks and a gothic diaper, with hair ties in the shape of skulls to keep her in pigtails. Sam suckled upon a purple pacifier, and as much as she hated to admit it, the binky was helping to calm her down.
As she toddled to her first class, she was met by the two worst annoyances at school. Paulina and Star, like everyone else, were dressed up like oversized infants. Paulina had on all pink clothes, with a bonnet and a short frilled pink shirt sized to an adult that exposed her midriff, and of course a massive pink diaper with wetness indicators in the shape of Sayonara Pussycat. Star was dressed in all orange, with a bonnet identical to Paulina's save for its color, but that was where the similarities ended. She was wearing an orange onesie/overalls hybrid with her bottom unbuttoned to show her massive plain diaper with orange tapes as well as a plain white undershirt with orange trims.
The two toddled up to Sam and Paulina spoke first, her voice still having a latin accent even as she lisped, "Oh my god, Who Dwessed yous? Youswelf?" Star butted in, "Our mommys dwessed us, and dey used da bestest diapies." Paulina laughed, "Yeahs, not wike yous. I bet dat ugwy thing cant holds a single poopy or peepee." Sam snapped out of her fugue, and she responded by childishly yelling, "Shut up you poopie heads" while stamping her foot on the ground.
Paulina and Star both giggled like babies and toddled away. A few sucks on the paci calmed Sam down and she lisped to herself, "Its gonna be oks Sam. Yous just gotta find da others and den wes fix all dis. No more diapies, cause we all big kids." Holding her diaper bag to hide her partially exposed boobies, Sam Manson toddled resolutely to find the other members of Team Phantom.
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