"I Was A Teenage Baby!" Part One By Faustus Smiley Sheila and her friend Erin paced up and down the aisles of the small town grocery store. The two nineteen-year olds were on their way up to their friend Stephanie's cabin for a week long vacation. Both girls had just finished their freshmen year in college and were looking forward to a long, lazy summer. Stephanie was a junior at the same college they attended, and was already up at the cabin. "Man, this place doesn't have anything!" Erin said. "Tell me about it- then again, what did you expect from a little hick country store?" Sheila replied. "Looks like they've got what she needs, though." Erin pointed to a frail old woman that looked like she was well into her nineties. She walked slowly with the aid of a cane. In her free she carried a package of adult disposable diapers. Both girls snickered when she made eye contact with them. Erin and Sheila finished shopping, rounding up chips, pop, and other goodies for their stay in what Stephanie promised was 'pure paradise'. They headed to the front counter where they stood in line for the single register the tiny store had open. In front of them was the old lady. She hobbled up to the front counter, where the young man behind the counter greeted her by name. "Hello Ms. Crabtree." He said. He took the single item she was buying, the package of diapers, and quickly and discreetly tucked it inside a plastic bag. He rang her up, and she was on her way. As Sheila and Erin stepped to the counter, they set their armfuls of junk food on the counter. The old woman was still making her way to the door, when she groaned. Erin, Sheila, and the man behind the counter turned to see what had happened. Apparently, the plastic bag had become snagged on the counter, and the bottom had ripped open, spilling Ms. Crabtree's package to the floor. "Oh, Ms. Crabtree!" The young man started. "Let me help you." "Don't worry about it." Said Erin in a loud voice. "Let me help Ms. Crabtree with her diapers!" This drew the attention of the five or so locals in the store, and the old woman's face became red with embarrassment. "Here you go." Erin laughed as she handed the old woman her package. "Now you can stay dry and clean." At this remark, Sheila busted up laughing. She and Erin were the only ones who thought it was anywhere near funny. "You won't think it's so funny when it happens to you!" Scowled the old woman. She wagged her finger at the obnoxious teen. "Please grandma, look at me." Erin gestured to her curvy figure and continued, "I will never, ever need diapers." The old lady gave Erin a look that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She put her hand on Erin's head, and Erin could feel the ice water running just below the old lady's skin. "It will happen sooner than you think." Ms. Crabtree smiled a toothless grin. "To you and your friend over there. Just you wait until the next full moon. Then you'll see!" With that, she left, cackling as she went. Neither Erin nor Sheila was laughing. "Anyway!" Sheila said as she turned to pay for the food. The man behind the counter swallowed hard. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Um, here you go." He handed them the groceries. "Have a good day." His last statement was less than convincing. Erin and Sheila loaded up the car and followed Stephanie's map down the road. Sheila had all but put the incident out of her mind, but Erin was still feeling chills from what the old woman had said to her. As they drove, the passed the old woman walking alongside the road. She laughed as she recognized them, the same awful cackling sound they'd heard before. "Talk about a creep-out." Sheila said. "What a weirdo." "Yeah, tell me about it." Replied Erin. The two didn't say much to each other after that. They drove down the road, when out of nowhere they were overtaken by four cars flying down the road. Each was filled to capacity with people who looked just about Erin and Sheila's age. They passed the girls up and were gone before either girl could really react. Over an hour later, they arrived at Stephanie's cabin by the lake. "Hi guys!" Stephanie greeted them as they got out of the car. "How was the drive up here." "Not bad." Said Sheila, admiring the natural beauty that surrounded her. "Wow! I can't believe your parents own this place. And they let you use it." "Yeah, it's great. I've been coming here for years. There's no place like it on Earth." She walked over to help with the unpacking of the food and supplies. "Hey, Erin, are you alright? You look a little. pale." "She's fine. We had a run in with some crazy old lady back at the store, and she's just a little spooked, that's all." Sheila assured her. "Who was it?" Questioned Stephanie. "Mrs., er, Ms. Something-or-other. What was it?" Sheila asked Erin. "Crabtree. Ms. Crabtree." Replied Erin softly. Stephanie laughed. "Oh, don't worry about her. Yeah, she's weird, but harmless. She lives outside of town, in a little run-down shack a couple of miles from here. The townspeople made up all these stories about how she's a witch, and she casts spells and stuff. There are so many stories, it's funny." Erin laughed it off, saying, "Yeah, you're right. She's just creepy." She shivered, recalling for one last time the feel of the old lady's hand, and the glint in her eye. Once inside the cabin, Erin Sheila put the food in the fridge and the cabinets, while Stephanie got busy building a fire to heat the cold wooden lodge. "So Stephanie, how many people live out here in these woods?" Asked Erin. "So far as I know, just Ms. Crabtree. But there are a lot of summer cabins that people own. Why?" "We were passed by a bunch of cars all going to the same place, from the looks of it. They flew by us headed the same way we were." "Oh, they were probably more college students. Because of the dense forest and lack of neighbors, these woods are great for big parties." Sheila got a gleam in her eye. "Hey guys. Want to see if we can find ourselves a party tonight?" All three single girls agreed, and all looked forward to the coming nightfall. As luck would have it, they didn't have to wait long after dark. A large bonfire was started almost directly across the lake, and soon the shouts and sounds of a large gathering of people, most of whom sounded intoxicated, filled the otherwise calm night air. "Alright girls, let's go!" Stephanie said. "There's a canoe down on the shore. We can use that." All three girls dressed to impress, and headed out to the lake. "You're sure this is safe?" Asked Erin. "I mean, it is your canoe, right." "Yes, and the lake is not that wide. It'll be a five-minute trip, max." Stephanie ushered her friends into the canoe, and they were off. Stephanie, dressed in tight jeans and a low cut shirt, and Sheila, in a short dress and baby tee, paddled. Meanwhile, Erin, with her jeans and long sleeve shirt, sat between them, looking very uneasy with the swaying of the small canoe. "Finally." She said as the canoe came to rest on the opposite shore. All three girls jumped out and headed the short distance up the beach to where the fire was. They were greeted by a large group of people, maybe twenty to thirty, all drinking and having a good time. "Hi guys!" Stephanie said. "I'm Stephanie, and these are my friends, Erin and Sheila. Mind if we join you?" "No way! You can never have too many girls at a party!" Said a very drunken blond guy. He staggered to his feet, and put out his hand. "I'm Alex. I'm six-foot one, blond hair, blue eyes, and I play football." He gave a cheesy grin. "Football, huh." Sheila took his hand. "How interesting. Tell me more." She led him off away from the group, and Stephanie and Erin groaned. "There she goes again!" Erin lamented. "Well, let's you and me get acquainted with the rest of the party. We can't let Sheila have all the fun, now can we?" "No way." Erin laughed. She was really starting to loosen up. They made the rounds, met new people, and generally had a good time. One boy in particular took an interest in Stephanie, and in no time at all, Erin found herself alone in the crowd. "Great." She said. Her friends were gone, and everyone else was too 'involved' with people they already knew to take an interest in the shy, slim blond girl in the corner by the beer keg. Erin poured herself another glass of ale and decided to take a walk. * * * * * Sheila's conversation with Alex had led them to an open field where the tall grass swayed lazily back and forth with the wind. The clouds that hung overhead blocked out the moon, making the field a quiet, dark corner of the woods. 'Perfect.' Thought Sheila. She didn't have talking in mind this particular evening. Alex half fell, half sat down in the center of the field. "I'm tired of walking." He said. "Let's you and me rest for a while." He lay out on his back, and Sheila lay beside him. "You know, they say it's going to be a full moon tonight." Alex said. "Full moons are cool." "Yeah, I guess." Sheila said. She hooked her leg around his, and ran her fingers through his hair. "So, tell me Alex. Do you have a girlfriend?" "Me? No. We broke up just before school ended. She graduated." "Oh, poor Alex." Sheila couldn't help but smile. "Did she go to the same college as you?" "Oh, no. She graduated high school, and so she's going to college out west somewhere." Up above, the cloud cover had begun to dissipate. The light from the full moon began to flood the field. "Oh." Sheila didn't quite know what to say. She sat up on Alex's stomach and looked down on him. She smiled coyly. "Well then. You must be itching to make up for lost time." She took his hands and placed them on her knees. The moon was full and bright behind her, and it made her shiver suddenly. "Yeah. I have been kinda, you know. lately." Alex laughed. He moved his hands up her legs, to just beneath the hem of her skirt. He stopped, and looked at her. "You okay?" Sheila smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine." That was a lie. Something felt different. Not bad, just different. All at once, she felt very odd. She moved to lay back down beside him, and as she did so, there was a very loud crinkling sound, like plastic. Suddenly, Sheila knew what was wrong. "What was that?" Alex had to work hard to pick his head up and look around. "What, uh, what was what?" Sheila had heard it too, but was playing dumb. She quietly ran her hand up her thigh, to beneath her skirt. Where she should have touched the soft cotton of her panties, her hands instead felt the plastic outer layer of a disposable diaper! "This can't be happening!" She said. "What was that?" Alex asked. "I, um, I need to go. I need to use the bathroom." Sheila said as she stood up, causing another loud noise from beneath her skirt. "Well, there's an outhouse just off the trail, back where we came from." Alex pointed off in the distance. "Thanks!" Sheila said, and took off. As she did, Alex could have sworn he saw a diaper peek out from beneath her skirt. "Hey, I have to pee too!" Alex said out loud. So he did Sheila ran through the field, back down the path, and finally saw the outhouse Alex had told her about. She tried the door, but it was locked. "Go away!" A voice inside said. "Erin?" Sheila said out loud. The door opened slightly and Erin peeked out. "Sheila? What're you doing here?" Erin said. Her face was stained with tears. "Erin we have to talk. Something's happened. I can't explain it, but." Sheila went silent as Erin through open the door. There she stood; dressed not in the clothes she'd come to the party in, but a footed flannel sleeper, baby blue in color. It was stretched tight over her petite frame, and the sleeper bulged out at the waist. There was no doubt that Erin was diapered just the same as Sheila. "We're back in diapers!" Erin tried to keep herself from hysterics. "And the worst part is, I used mine." She began to cry again. "What do you mean, used?" Sheila felt like she was going to be sick. Pouting, Erin unzipped her sleeper. She pulled her arms from the sleeves, and pushed the garment to down around her knees. Her diaper hung low, like a limp sack of potatoes between the poor girl's legs. Only it wasn't potatoes that weighed down the garment. "For the first time since I can remember," Erin said tearfully, "I pooped my pants. Only, they weren't my pants!" Erin let out a few low, moaning sobs, then stopped. "I'm. I'm peeing right now!" She looked down at herself and could see the diaper grow dark. Sheila felt something as well, and put her hand on her crotch. She felt a warm wet feeling against her skin and realized that she too was peeing in her diaper. "Oh my god! This is not fair! It can't be happening!" "It is." Sniffled Erin. "Well." Said Sheila, trying to make herself feel better. "At least I'm not dressed like that." She turned her nose up at her friend's outfit. "Oh really? Take a look!" Erin handed her a small mirror from the outhouse. One look and Sheila was a blubbering, sobbing mess. "I Was A Teenage Baby!" Part Two By Faustus "Bob" Smiley Sheila couldn't believe what she saw. She had the same shoulder-length brown hair, same big brown eyes, and the same great complexion to her skin. Her clothing however, was a different story. The skirt and tee shirt had joined to form a single frilly pink dress. It was very short, and Sheila's padded rear end stuck out like a sore thumb. On her feet were Mary Jane shoes and white ankle socks with pink lace around the top. The shoulders of the dress puffed out and two pink plastic berets clipped her hair back. "This. can't be. happening." She said breathlessly as she stared into the mirror. "But it is!" Erin shook her crestfallen friend. The two perked up as they heard someone approaching. Sheila stopped crying long enough for Erin to say, "Quick, in here." She grabbed Sheila and the two of them huddled inside the outhouse, locking the door behind them. BANG! BANG! BANG! "Is somebody in there?" Came a young girl's voice from the other side of the door. "C'mon, I really have to pee!" The desperation was obvious in her voice. "I'll be out in just a minute!" Shouted Erin. To Sheila she whispered, "We have to get out of here. I don't know how this happened, but I don't intend to late an entire party of strangers see me like this." Sheila was too absorbed in her own feelings of humiliation to listen. "I never even noticed the change. I just felt something funny, and then." She looked down and her eyes began to tear up again. "Would you hurry up? I don't have all damn day." The drunken girl was still waiting for the facilities. "Hold your horses!" Erin yelled, venting some of her frustration. "Sheila listen to me. We have to take the boat back across the lake to the cabin." "Yeah. I guess we do, huh." Sheila had managed to calm herself down enough to hear what Erin was saying. "But what are we going to do about the girl outside?" Erin thought for a minute, then yelled, "Okay, I'm coming out. But turn around. I don't want to see you!" This would have made any sober person angry, but the girl was too intoxicated to question. "Okay, I'm not looking." She replied. Erin and Sheila peeked through the door. Sure enough, the twenty-something girl had her back to the door and her hands between her legs, dancing from one foot to the other. Had they not been in their particular predicament, the two would've probably taken advantage of the situation. As it was, they just scurried out the door and flew past her down the trail. * * * * * "Finally!" Peggy exclaimed. She'd been waiting for what seemed like hours to use the outhouse. She probably would have just peed in the woods, but the problem was that she didn't just have to pee. She shut the outhouse door and locked it, then worked frantically on getting her tight jeans off. She hadn't even made it to the zipper when she felt the inside of her legs growing warmer by the second. The sound of liquid seeping into her jeans told her all she needed to know. "No, oh no!" Peggy sobbed. * * * * * Erin and Sheila tore down the trail as fast as they could. Their movements were much different than before as their legs had to accommodate for the thick padded diapers now nestled over their nether regions. As they approached the bonfire, and the clearing for the party, Sheila stopped them. "We can't just run through there like this." Sheila said. No one had noticed their return yet, so they tried to look around for an alternative route to the canoe. Unfortunately, the path was overgrown with sticker bushes, Poison Ivy, and Devil's Club. "We'll have more to contend with than just sore egos if we go around." Erin said. With a solemn nod, Sheila acknowledged her friend was right. "On three, we go, okay?" Erin said. "What? I don't know about this, I mean, maybe we could backtrack." Sheila started to whine. "Fine. You backtrack; I'm going to run. When I get to the canoe first, I'll paddle over to the cabin, change, and comeback for you. How's that sound?" Erin was getting annoyed with her friend. "Okay, you win. On the count of three." "One." Erin said. "Two." Said Sheila. She gripped her friend's hand for support. "Three." They said in unison, then took off. They raced through the center of the party, amid all the dancing and drinking. They startled several couples who were trying to remain inconspicuous and some people didn't see them at all, but the large majority watched in amused bewilderment as two teenage girls in full diapers and baby outfits made their way to the shore. "What in the hell? Where are you to going?" Said someone. The girls didn't bother to see whom. Without saying a word, Erin and Sheila jumped into the canoe. Erin groaned as the mess that sat in the seat of her sleeper worked its way up her diaper. The two grabbed the paddles and were off. From behind them, Erin and Sheila could hear someone say, "Stephanie, someone's stolen your canoe." "Yeah, and you should have seen what they were wearing." Said a girl's voice. "What? Hey, come back here!" Stephanie's voice was barely audible over the waves of laughter echoing from the party site. Both girls rowed as hard as they could, trying to get away from the crowd. They were glad that Stephanie had apparently not seen them in this state. "Come back, baby!" Some anonymous heckler's voice carried across the lake. Behind him came another fit of laughter. Both girls wanted to scream, but stayed quiet. "So, um. How did it happen with you?" Sheila asked. "I'm still not really clear on that. I was walking through the woods, taking a little break from the party. I followed the little path, and it led me by a small waterfall. I just sat there for a minute, looking up at the moon. When I went to stand up, I noticed my underwear weren't. um, there anymore." "I know the feeling." Sheila commented. "I looked down, and there, bulging out beneath my jeans, was a." Erin got choked up. "A diaper." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked, so scared, that I just ran. I kept running, and after a little while I found that outhouse. When I went inside to check and see if I was delirious, that's when I saw that my jeans and shirt had somehow become this." She gestured to her sleeper. "I always liked baby blue, but not like this." When they reached the other side of the lake they got out and ran to the cabin. Once inside, they both headed to the bathroom. They'd been friends for awhile, so changing in front of each other was no big deal, but never had the two stripped out of diapers before. "No offense, but, could we do this. privately?" Sheila asked. "I was just about to ask you that." Erin smiled. "Okay, rock paper scissors for who gets to change and shower first." Erin won, and Sheila grudgingly waddled out of the bathroom. Erin peeled off her sleeper and diaper, and gagged at the smell of her own waste. She wrapped up the diaper and through it in the garbage, then stepped into the shower. "Much better." Erin said as she scrubbed herself harder and longer than ever before. When she was convinced she'd done the best job she could cleaning herself, she stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and headed to her room for some fresh, clean clothes. "This is going to feel so good!" Said Sheila as she stepped into the bathroom. She had just taken off her shoes and socks when she heard Erin scream. Sheila raced to Erin's upstairs bedroom, where Erin stood in shock over her packed suitcase of clothes. "What's wrong?" Sheila asked. She got no response, so she said it again. "Erin, what's wrong?" "Look!" Erin pointed to her clothes. Where there should have been swimming suits and jeans, there were plastic pants. Instead of a sleeping gown, there was another flannel sleeper like the one Erin had just taken off. There were no regular tee shirts or sweatshirts, only baby-tees, onesies with snaps on the crotch for easy diaper changes, and ribbed corduroy overalls. Lastly, and most horrifyingly, there were no soft cotton panties, there was only a pouch full of white disposable diapers. "Oh no!" Sheila ran downstairs to her room, threw open her suitcase, and discovered more of the same. "She got us! She got us good, Sheila!" Erin was panicking. "Settle down, Erin. You're freaking me out." "This is freaking me out." Erin said, pointing at Sheila's suitcase full of baby clothes. "That witch back at the store. She put a spell on us. It's the only explanation. We're cursed!" "Shut up!" Sheila yelled. "Don't say that. This has to be just a bad dream or something." Just then, the two girls heard the sound of the cabin door opening. "Hello? Sheila? Erin? Are you guys here?" It was Stephanie. "Shit!" Erin said. She ran to the bathroom, which was attached to Sheila's room, and locked herself inside. "Hey, is somebody in here?" Stephanie pounded on the hallway door that also led to the bathroom. "Yes. I am." Erin said weakly. "Oh. Sorry. Where is Sheila?" Came Stephanie's reply. Erin was standing in the corner, not sure what to say, when she heard what sounded like water splashing on the tile. She looked beneath her in time to see a stream of urine spilling out across the bathroom floor. "No!" She shouted. With nothing else to use, she wrapped the towel she was still wearing around her waist, and tied it in place like a makeshift diaper. "No? Who are you talking to?" Asked Stephanie. "Nobody. I'm just. Sheila's in her room." It was all Erin could do to get the attention away from her. She finished peeing, and felt the towel grow warm and heavy. Then Erin realized she was in the bathroom. Standing there with a soiled towel tied around her hips, Erin had never felt more foolish. Sheila was figuring out what to do about the clothing situation when the door to her room began to open. She realized it wasn't locked, and she raced across the room and put her back to the door to hold it closed. "Please don't come in, I'm changing." Sheila shouted. "Sorry! My fault." Stephanie said from the other side of the door. "When you get done there, you should come out to the front room. I'll make a fire." "No thanks. I'm feeling very." Sheila trailed off as she felt a growing weight in her diaper. With a loud wet fart, Sheila's bowels expelled a large mess between her legs. "Messy." She concluded. "Messy?" Stephanie said. "What? No! Um, sick, I'm feeling sick. I think I drank too much at the party." Sheila said. As if on cue, Sheila began to pee in her diaper, too. "Perfect." She said in disgust. "Alright, well then I'm going to bed. See you girls tomorrow!" Stephanie said perkily. "I can hardly wait." Groaned Sheila. "I Was A Teenage Baby!" Part Three By Faustus Smiley With Stephanie going to bed, Erin stuck her head out of the bathroom. "I'm going upstairs." She said. "To do what?" Asked Sheila. She moved slowly to the bathroom door, regretting each step. "Ugh. It feels like I've got a pound of Hamburger Helper in the back of my pants!" She complained. Erin stepped out from behind the door, showing off the sagging towel still tied tight around her middle. "I know the feeling." She shivered slightly, and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm cold. I'm going to go get changed, and then try and get some sleep." "So you're just going to stay in diapers!?" Sheila sounded upset. "What else can we do right now? We have no idea where that witch lives." "Come of it! That old lady at the store did not put a spell on us." Sheila put her hand on her diapered hip. "That's just stupid." "What, you have a reasonable explanation for how you and I came to be diapered?" Her friend was silent. "That's what I thought." Continued Erin. "Tomorrow, I'm going to see what happens. Maybe it was just for tonight, to show us what it felt like. If not." Erin began to get misty eyed. "I don't want to think about that." Sheila said. "I guess you're right. I'm going to go find myself some comfortable sleeping clothes and. rest, I guess. Good night." "See you in the morning." Replied Erin as she waddled upstairs. * * * * * "Come on, Sheila, wake up!" Stephanie's voice awakened her sleeping friend. Sheila lifted her heavy head up off the pillow and looked around. "What? Where am I?" "At the cabin, remember?" Stephanie said. She was standing at the foot of Sheila's bed, the light from outside pouring in through the window and splashing across the bedspread. "The party, coming home and falling right asleep. You were pretty tired yesterday." "I guess so." Sheila held her throbbing head. "Oh, I've got a hangover." She pulled her covers away, and went to stand up. That's when she felt it. Damp, and still very warm, her sheets were pressed to her legs and sleeping gown. As Sheila pulled back the covers, a large dark stain revealed itself. She was speechless. Stephanie laughed out loud. "You really must've had a lot too drink last night!" She pinched her friend's cheek and cooed, "Did wittle baby wet her beddy-bye? Keep this up and I'll have to put you back in diapers. You and Erin." She laughed again. Sheila stood up and peeled the wet sheets away from her skin. "What happened to Erin?" She ran from the room. Stephanie pointed her up to Erin's room. Upon entering, Sheila smelled something horrible. The covers of Erin's bed were pulled back, and there lay Erin, asleep on her stomach. The sleeping pants she wore were stained a deep brown, and as Sheila watched, Erin wet her bed too. "You girls would make a cute couple." Stephanie said, surprising her friend from behind. "Just be glad I didn't wake her first. Now you have time to shower and recover from last night's party." "Yeah, thanks." Sheila headed to the shower. While she washed, she thought about last night. All her memories were a blur, and it was hard to keep things straight. She remembered rowing across the lake to the party, drinking with the group talking with some blond boy, and then. she couldn't remember. Diapers. It all came back to her. Her underwear turning to a diaper beneath her skirt, then her clothes being changed to baby clothes. She quickly finished washing her hair and headed to her room. She took deep breath and threw open her suitcase. Inside were all her clothes, just as she had packed them. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Stephanie surprised her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Bad dreams, I guess." Sheila had never been so relieved. That would explain the wet bed. She thought. It must have just been a dream. I dreamt I was in diapers. Sheila almost laughed at herself. Almost. There was a scream from upstairs, and Stephanie said, "Sounds like our second messy girl has discovered what she did in her sleep. Better go make sure she's okay." While Stephanie helped Erin to the bathroom, Sheila cleaned the beds, put both sets of dirty laundry in the washer, and remade the sleeping quarters. Then all three girls sat down to pancakes and eggs. Erin was obviously embarrassed. "Don't be upset. It happens sometimes after parties." Sheila tried to console her. "Yeah, but I didn't think I had drank that much." "Don't sweat it. Sheila and I only got one roll of film with you in messy pants, so you don't have too much to worry about." Stephanie joked. Both Erin and Sheila stared at her. "I'm just kidding, guys. Lighten up." "I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay." Erin sniffled. "Fine with me." Sheila said, relieved to put it out of her mind. The girls spent the rest of the day just hanging around. They went for a small hike, swam in the lake, and just generally were lazy. As night fell, Stephanie said, "So, you guys want to go out and party again tonight?" Erin and Sheila said no, so Stephanie suggested, "Why don't we build our own fire." The girls set about collecting firewood from the nearby woods, and pretty soon they had a roaring fire all to themselves. All three girls huddled near the fire. The trees overhead blocked out most of the sky, but they didn't mind. They weren't much for stargazing anyway. After awhile, Stephanie brought out some marshmallows. She also had a couple of small sticks to roast them on. "You can't use those." Sheila complained. "Those are puny. You need real marshmallow roasting sticks." "Okay, then. Find us some 'real' marshmallow roasting sticks." Teased Erin. "Fine, I will." With that, Sheila set off back into the woods. She walked along the main trail finding nothing but wimpy, moss covered branches that would burn up immediately. She made her way off of the beaten path and through more dense underbrush. She found two good sticks, and was searching for a third, when a bright light illuminated all around her. She looked up and was surprised to see the moon, sitting waxy and fat in the sky, shining down upon her. As she sat looking at the moon, a shiver ran up her spine and Sheila felt a strange tingling beneath her pants. She shook it off, and looked around for the third stick. There, at her feet, was exactly what she was looking for. "Perfect." She said, and bent over to pick it up. That's when the feeling struck her. She needed to pee, badly. It took all of her control to hold back, and Sheila dropped the sticks and ran back to the road. Just before she reached the path, she tripped and landed in the tall wet grass. She scrambled to her feet, but it was too late. Just as her feet came down on the trampled dirt road, she began to pee in her pants. She looked down at herself, unable to hold back the flow of liquid. Speechless, Sheila watched by the light of the moon, waiting for the inevitable dark stain to creep across the inner thighs of her denim overalls. But it never came. She emptied her bladder, gushing for what seemed like a half an hour, but still there was not even a drop on her overalls. As she touched her crotch, Sheila realized why: she was wearing a diaper. She stifled a scream, and then ran back towards the cabin, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. With each step, each uncomfortable reminder that she was back in a wet diaper, Sheila cried harder. By the time she reached the campfire, she was sobbing so hard she was almost out of breath. "Sheila? What's wrong?" Erin was standing alone by the fire. "Where's Stephanie?" Asked Sheila. "She's inside. What's going on?" Erin started to walk to her friend, and then she stopped. "It's happened to you, too, hasn't it?" Sheila nodded. "It. wasn't. a. dream." She said, starting to cry all over again. Erin turned around and Sheila could see a clearly see a bulk around her friend's waist that wasn't there earlier in the day. "No. no it wasn't." Was Erin's only response. "What are we going to do?" Sheila said. "I don't know, but we better figure out something quick." Erin pointed to Sheila's clothes, and Sheila followed her finger. Instead of the denim overalls she had been wearing, Sheila was now clothed in pink corduroy overalls with a cute cartoon bunny on the front. Snaps ran up the inner legs, allowing the diaper to be changed without removing the garment. She could feel she was no longer wearing a bra, and her tee shirt was now a light yellow baby tee. A pacifier hung around her neck and her hair was pulled back in pigtails secured by pink ribbons. "You know, any other time, I would probably laugh myself to death seeing you like that." Erin said. "Well, start laughing." Sheila gestured to her friend's outfit, which was now a bright yellow sundress with matching bonnet and lace bloomers. Ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes completed the ensemble. "We can't let Stephanie see us like this!" Erin said, horrified by the thought. "I've got an idea, come on, too your car." The girls trudged their way through the underbrush to the front of the cabin where Erin's car was waiting. "You still have the spare key in the car, right?" Asked Sheila. "Yeah." Said Erin. She jumped into the driver's seat and shut the door, careful not to catch her dress in the door. They might be baby clothes, but they were still on her. She wasn't going to run around with her clothes all muddy and wrinkled. "To that witch's cabin." Shouted Sheila. They started off down the road, going back from where they'd come. Neither had any idea exactly what they were looking for, but they remembered everything that Stephanie had said about her. "Crabtree, right? That's her name, isn't it? She can't be too far now." Said Erin after a little while. "Erin, do you feel different?" "Of course I feel different, I'm back in diapers!" Erin snapped. "No, I mean. I feel funny." Sheila said. "I feel. smaller." Erin looked at her passenger and gasped at what she saw. Sheila sat there, dressed in diapers and overalls, but she did look smaller. She looked like she was going into her freshmen year in high school, not her second year of college. "What's wrong?" Asked Sheila. Her voice was squeaky and much higher than before. "You're. you're." Erin couldn't finish. She looked down at herself. "Oh my god!" Erin's fingers were short and stubby, and she was finding it harder and harder to see over the dash and reach the brake and gas pedals. "Do you realize what this means!" Screamed Sheila hysterically. "We're turning into real babies!" "This can't be happening!" Erin said. She was becoming more and more distracted by the changes in her body. She didn't even see the cop as she blew by him at nearly twenty miles over the posted speed. It took the red and blue flashing lights in her rear-view mirror to draw Erin's attention off her rapidly regressing body. She pulled over as best she could and hoped for the best. "Good evening ma'am." Said the officer as he approached her window. He stopped for a moment, cocked one eyebrow and said, "Is this some kinda joke? Let me see your driver's license." Erin handed it over, her hand shaking hard as she did so. She knew he would never believe her, but it was all she could do right now. "You expect me to believe this is you?" He said. He looked back and forth from the girl in the driver's seat to the picture on the id. He looked at Erin closely. Not five minutes before, when he had pulled her over, she looked like a slightly underage driver. Now, she looked like she was twelve. Her passenger, whom the officer guessed to be about nine, sat sucking a pacifier. "You girls doing okay?" He asked. He looked over their outfits and bit his tongue to keep from laughing. "Fine officer." Erin said, trying to sound older. "Just on our way home." "Uh huh." Said the officer, chuckling to himself. "No diaper leaks or anything like that, huh?" Erin blushed. "No officer, we were just at a costume party. These are just for show." As the words left her mouth, Erin felt a sudden push from beneath her. As the officer watched, she pooped in her diapers. Erin groaned as her insides ached with relief. The yellow panties stretched visibly, peeking out from beneath the folds of her dress. When it was all over, Erin's diaper felt about ten pounds heavier. Sniffing the air, the officer commented, "Doesn't smell like they are just for show." Erin spied a small cottage just off the road behind the officer. It has to be her. She thought. Looking at the officer she said, "Please Mr. Officer, me and my friend were just out having some fun. Please don't arrest us. We'll park the car right over there and walk home. It's just around the corner. Then we'll have my big sister there come and drive the car home, okay?" "I don't know. I think you're mother should know about this." Sheila piped up. "No! Please don't, I'll get a spanking for sure." She began to fake cry. "Alright. Pull it right over there. But don't let me catch you two on the road again, understand!" Both girls brightened up. "Yes Mr. Officer." They said in unison. Erin pulled it onto the soft shoulder and said to Sheila, "There is a house just up there. I bet it is Ms. Crabtree's." The officer noted the license number, and watched the two small girls get out of the car. Erin's diaper hung like a wet rag, sagging down her legs. She waddled along beside Sheila, whose skin was still trapped next to a wet diaper. They made their way up the road until the officer was out of sight, and then turned around and headed for the cabin. "What do you think she's going to do to us?" Asked Sheila. "I don't know, but it can't be worse than this." They banged on the door, and after a few minutes, Old Lady Crabtree answered. "What is the meaning of waking me up at this ungodly hour? Who are you!" She asked the cowering girls on her doorstep. "I'm soooo sorry, Ms. Crabtree! I didn't mean to make fun of you, I just." Erin was choked up. She had fallen to her knees and was begging for all she was worth. "Please don't turn us back into little babies." Said Sheila, who was now all of about six. "I don't want to grow up again." "What are you talking about? Who are you?" Said the very confused Ms. Crabtree. "We're the girls who made fun of you for wearing diapers at the store yesterday. We're really sorry, we've learned our lesson. Please turn us back into ourselves now!" Begged Erin. A voice from behind them startled the two girls. "You fools! You think she did this? Please. She's nothing but an old woman. It was me. And your punishments just getting started." Erin and Sheila slowly turned to see who had said that. Both were shocked. Just before she fainted, Sheila realized she was pooping her pants. "I Was A Teenage Baby!" Parts Three and Four By Faustus Smiley With Stephanie going to bed, Erin stuck her head out of the bathroom. "I'm going upstairs." She said. "To do what?" Asked Sheila. She moved slowly to the bathroom door, regretting each step. "Ugh. It feels like I've got a pound of Hamburger Helper in the back of my pants!" She complained. Erin stepped out from behind the door, showing off the sagging towel still tied tight around her middle. "I know the feeling." She shivered slightly, and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm cold. I'm going to go get changed, and then try and get some sleep." "So you're just going to stay in diapers!?" Sheila sounded upset. "What else can we do right now? We have no idea where that witch lives." "Come off it! That old lady at the store did not put a spell on us." Sheila put her hand on her diapered hip. "That's just stupid." "What, you have a reasonable explanation for how you and I came to be diapered?" Her friend was silent. "That's what I thought." Continued Erin. "Tomorrow, I'm going to see what happens. Maybe it was just for tonight, to show us what it felt like. If not." Erin began to get misty eyed. "I don't want to think about that." Sheila said. "I guess you're right. I'm going to go find myself some comfortable sleeping clothes and. rest, I guess. Good night." "See you in the morning." Replied Erin as she waddled upstairs. * * * * * "Come on, Sheila, wake up!" Stephanie's voice awakened her sleeping friend. Sheila lifted her heavy head up off the pillow and looked around. "What? Where am I?" "At the cabin, remember?" Stephanie said. She was standing at the foot of Sheila's bed, the light from outside pouring in through the window and splashing across the bedspread. "The party, coming home and falling right asleep. You were pretty tired yesterday." "I guess so." Sheila held her throbbing head. "Oh, I've got a hangover." She pulled her covers away, and went to stand up. That's when she felt it. Damp, and still very warm, her sheets were pressed to her legs and sleeping gown. As Sheila pulled back the covers, a large dark stain revealed itself. She was speechless. Stephanie laughed out loud. "You really must've had a lot too drink last night!" She pinched her friend's cheek and cooed, "Did wittle baby wet her beddy-bye? Keep this up and I'll have to put you back in diapers. You and Erin." She laughed again. Sheila stood up and peeled the wet sheets away from her skin. "What happened to Erin?" She ran from the room. Stephanie pointed her up to Erin's room. Upon entering, Sheila smelled something horrible. The covers of Erin's bed were pulled back, and there lay Erin, asleep on her stomach. The sleeping pants she wore were stained a deep brown, and as Sheila watched, Erin wet her bed too. "You girls would make a cute couple." Stephanie said, surprising her friend from behind. "Just be glad I didn't wake her first. Now you have time to shower and recover from last night's party." "Yeah, thanks." Sheila headed to the shower. While she washed, she thought about last night. All her memories were a blur, and it was hard to keep things straight. She remembered rowing across the lake to the party, drinking with the group talking with some blond boy, and then. she couldn't remember. Diapers. It all came back to her. Her underwear turning to a diaper beneath her skirt, then her clothes being changed to baby clothes. She quickly finished washing her hair and headed to her room. She took deep breath and threw open her suitcase. Inside were all her clothes, just as she had packed them. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Stephanie surprised her. "Yeah, I'm fine. Bad dreams, I guess." Sheila had never been so relieved. That would explain the wet bed. She thought. It must have just been a dream. I dreamt I was in diapers. Sheila almost laughed at herself. Almost. There was a scream from upstairs, and Stephanie said, "Sounds like our second messy girl has discovered what she did in her sleep. Better go make sure she's okay." While Stephanie helped Erin to the bathroom, Sheila cleaned the beds, put both sets of dirty laundry in the washer, and remade the sleeping quarters. Then all three girls sat down to pancakes and eggs. Erin was obviously embarrassed. "Don't be upset. It happens sometimes after parties." Sheila tried to console her. "Yeah, but I didn't think I had drank that much." "Don't sweat it. Sheila and I only got one roll of film with you in messy pants, so you don't have too much to worry about." Stephanie joked. Both Erin and Sheila stared at her. "I'm just kidding, guys. Lighten up." "I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay." Erin sniffled. "Fine with me." Sheila said, relieved to put it out of her mind. The girls spent the rest of the day just hanging around. They went for a small hike, swam in the lake, and just generally were lazy. As night fell, Stephanie said, "So, you guys want to go out and party again tonight?" Erin and Sheila said no, so Stephanie suggested, "Why don't we build our own fire." The girls set about collecting firewood from the nearby woods, and pretty soon they had a roaring fire all to themselves. All three girls huddled near the fire. The trees overhead blocked out most of the sky, but they didn't mind. They weren't much for stargazing anyway. After awhile, Stephanie brought out some marshmallows. She also had a couple of small sticks to roast them on. "You can't use those." Sheila complained. "Those are puny. You need real marshmallow roasting sticks." "Okay, then. Find us some 'real' marshmallow roasting sticks." Teased Erin. "Fine, I will." With that, Sheila set off back into the woods. She walked along the main trail finding nothing but wimpy, moss covered branches that would burn up immediately. She made her way off of the beaten path and through more dense underbrush. She found two good sticks, and was searching for a third, when a bright light illuminated all around her. She looked up and was surprised to see the moon, sitting waxy and fat in the sky, shining down upon her. As she sat looking at the moon, a shiver ran up her spine and Sheila felt a strange tingling beneath her pants. She shook it off, and looked around for the third stick. There, at her feet, was exactly what she was looking for. "Perfect." She said, and bent over to pick it up. That's when the feeling struck her. She needed to pee, badly. It took all of her control to hold back, and Sheila dropped the sticks and ran back to the road. Just before she reached the path, she tripped and landed in the tall wet grass. She scrambled to her feet, but it was too late. Just as her feet came down on the trampled dirt road, she began to pee in her pants. She looked down at herself, unable to hold back the flow of liquid. Speechless, Sheila watched by the light of the moon, waiting for the inevitable dark stain to creep across the inner thighs of her denim overalls. But it never came. She emptied her bladder, gushing for what seemed like a half an hour, but still there was not even a drop on her overalls. As she touched her crotch, Sheila realized why: she was wearing a diaper. She stifled a scream, and then ran back towards the cabin, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. With each step, each uncomfortable reminder that she was back in a wet diaper, Sheila cried harder. By the time she reached the campfire, she was sobbing so hard she was almost out of breath. "Sheila? What's wrong?" Erin was standing alone by the fire. "Where's Stephanie?" Asked Sheila. "She's inside. What's going on?" Erin started to walk to her friend, and then she stopped. "It's happened to you, too, hasn't it?" Sheila nodded. "It. wasn't. a. dream." She said, starting to cry all over again. Erin turned around and Sheila could see a clearly see a bulk around her friend's waist that wasn't there earlier in the day. "No. no it wasn't." Was Erin's only response. "What are we going to do?" Sheila said. "I don't know, but we better figure out something quick." Erin pointed to Sheila's clothes, and Sheila followed her finger. Instead of the denim overalls she had been wearing, Sheila was now clothed in pink corduroy overalls with a cute cartoon bunny on the front. Snaps ran up the inner legs, allowing the diaper to be changed without removing the garment. She could feel she was no longer wearing a bra, and her tee shirt was now a light yellow baby tee. A pacifier hung around her neck and her hair was pulled back in pigtails secured by pink ribbons. "You know, any other time, I would probably laugh myself to death seeing you like that." Erin said. "Well, start laughing." Sheila gestured to her friend's outfit, which was now a bright yellow sundress with matching bonnet and lace bloomers. Ankle socks and Mary Jane shoes completed the ensemble. "We can't let Stephanie see us like this!" Erin said, horrified by the thought. "I've got an idea, come on, to your car." The girls trudged their way through the underbrush to the front of the cabin where Erin's car was waiting. "You still have the spare key in the car, right?" Asked Sheila. "Yeah." Said Erin. She jumped into the driver's seat and shut the door, careful not to catch her dress in the door. They might be baby clothes, but they were still on her. She wasn't going to run around with her clothes all muddy and wrinkled. "To that witch's cabin." Shouted Sheila. They started off down the road, going back from where they'd come. Neither had any idea exactly what they were looking for, but they remembered everything that Stephanie had said about her. "Crabtree, right? That's her name, isn't it? She can't be too far now." Said Erin after a little while. "Erin, do you feel different?" "Of course I feel different, I'm back in diapers!" Erin snapped. "No, I mean. I feel funny." Sheila said. "I feel. smaller." Erin looked at her passenger and gasped at what she saw. Sheila sat there, dressed in diapers and overalls, but she did look smaller. She looked like she was going into her freshmen year in high school, not her second year of college. "What's wrong?" Asked Sheila. Her voice was squeaky and much higher than before. "You're. you're." Erin couldn't finish. She looked down at herself. "Oh my god!" Erin's fingers were short and stubby, and she was finding it harder and harder to see over the dash and reach the brake and gas pedals. "Do you realize what this means!" Screamed Sheila hysterically. "We're turning into real babies!" "This can't be happening!" Erin said. She was becoming more and more distracted by the changes in her body. She didn't even see the cop as she blew by him at nearly twenty miles over the posted speed. It took the red and blue flashing lights in her rear-view mirror to draw Erin's attention off her rapidly regressing body. She pulled over as best she could and hoped for the best. "Good evening ma'am." Said the officer as he approached her window. He stopped for a moment, cocked one eyebrow and said, "Is this some kinda joke? Let me see your driver's license." Erin handed it over, her hand shaking hard as she did so. She knew he would never believe her, but it was all she could do right now. "You expect me to believe this is you?" He said. He looked back and forth from the girl in the driver's seat to the picture on the id. He looked at Erin closely. Not five minutes before, when he had pulled her over, she looked like a slightly underage driver. Now, she looked like she was twelve. Her passenger, whom the officer guessed to be about nine, sat sucking a pacifier. "You girls doing okay?" He asked. He looked over their outfits and bit his tongue to keep from laughing. "Fine officer." Erin said, trying to sound older. "Just on our way home." "Uh huh." Said the officer, chuckling to himself. "No diaper leaks or anything like that, huh?" Erin blushed. "No officer, we were just at a costume party. These are just for show." As the words left her mouth, Erin felt a sudden push from beneath her. As the officer watched, she pooped in her diapers. Erin groaned as her insides ached with relief. The yellow panties stretched visibly, peeking out from beneath the folds of her dress. When it was all over, Erin's diaper felt about ten pounds heavier. Sniffing the air, the officer commented, "Doesn't smell like they are just for show." Erin spied a small cottage just off the road behind the officer. It has to be her. She thought. Looking at the officer she said, "Please Mr. Officer, me and my friend were just out having some fun. Please don't arrest us. We'll park the car right over there and walk home. It's just around the corner. Then we'll have my big sister there come and drive the car home, okay?" "I don't know. I think you're mother should know about this." Sheila piped up. "No! Please don't, I'll get a spanking for sure." She began to fake cry. "Alright. Pull it right over there. But don't let me catch you two on the road again, understand!" Both girls brightened up. "Yes Mr. Officer." They said in unison. Erin pulled it onto the soft shoulder and said to Sheila, "There is a house just up there. I bet it is Ms. Crabtree's." The officer noted the license number, and watched the two small girls get out of the car. Erin's diaper hung like a wet rag, sagging down her legs. She waddled along beside Sheila, whose skin was still trapped next to a wet diaper. They made their way up the road until the officer was out of sight, and then turned around and headed for the cabin. "What do you think she's going to do to us?" Asked Sheila. "I don't know, but it can't be worse than this." They banged on the door, and after a few minutes, Old Lady Crabtree answered. "What is the meaning of waking me up at this ungodly hour? Who are you!" She asked the cowering girls on her doorstep. "I'm soooo sorry, Ms. Crabtree! I didn't mean to make fun of you, I just." Erin was choked up. She had fallen to her knees and was begging for all she was worth. "Please don't turn us back into little babies." Said Sheila, who was now all of about six. "I don't want to grow up again." "What are you talking about? Who are you?" Said the very confused Ms. Crabtree. "We're the girls who made fun of you for wearing diapers at the store yesterday. We're really sorry, we've learned our lesson. Please turn us back into ourselves now!" Begged Erin. A voice from behind them startled the two girls. "You fools! You think she did this? Please. She's nothing but an old woman. It was me. And your torment is just getting started." Erin and Sheila slowly turned to see who had said that. Both were shocked. Just before she fainted, Sheila realized she was pooping her pants. "What are you talking about?" Said Erin. Before her stood her friend Stephanie. "I did this to you." Stephanie restated nonchalantly. "Not this old woman here." She gestured at poor Ms. Crabtree, who let out a groan. She clutched her stomach and nearly doubled over. A rude noise from beneath her dress told Erin that Stephanie had turned Ms. Crabtree's bodily functions against her, too. "How did you.?" Erin couldn't finish. She was still too shell shocked to fully comprehend the situation. "Simple." Stephanie smiled. "I'm a witch." She turned and headed towards Erin's car. "Come on now, wittle baby. Time to get you home and into a clean didee!" Erin's feet moved forward in jerky shaking steps. This was not her choice. Whatever power Stephanie had over Erin's body, she was powerless to do anything about it. Beside her walked Sheila, her limbs working in the same rigid fashion. She looked like she was a sleepwalker without great control over her body. Together the girls piled into the car, and Stephanie drove back towards the cabin. Erin said nothing on the way home, until Stephanie suggested, "Why don't you sing us a song, honey." She said it just the way any proud mother would, except there was a hint of twisted pleasure as the sentence left her mouth. It made Erin's blood run cold. All at once, Erin heard her voice booming out the A B C song. After that, it was 'I'm a Little Teapot'. One by one, she ran through every nursery rhyme and song she had learned in her childhood. She clapped her hands and swung her short feet as the dangled over the edge of the seat. She looked like she was excited, but in reality Erin was terrified over the extent of Stephanie's control. 'At least I'm not getting any younger.' She thought. It was of little comfort. * * * * * When Sheila came to, she had no idea where she was. She looked around and realized she was in the back of Erin's car. Only this time, instead of traveling in the passenger's seat, she found herself locked into a car seat. She was still a little girl. Looking to the front seat, she saw Stephanie behind the wheel, and a still-regressed Erin buckled up beside her. Erin was singing stupid children's songs and clapping her hands. "I see our other little friend has woken up." Stephanie said over Erin's singing. "You can stop now." Stephanie commanded. Erin quit singing. Sheila sat uneasily in the car seat, content to say nothing. She shifted once or twice, trying to get comfortable with the clammy diaper. "Don't worry little baby, I'll change you when we get home." Stephanie laughed. The rest of the ride home was quiet, with each girl left alone to her thoughts. Finally they arrived back at the cabin. Stephanie marched her two captives inside and ordered each of them to their rooms. Once inside, the girls found they had regained control over their bodies, but the doors were locked shut from the outside. There was no escape. Erin ran to the bathroom and climbed onto the toilet. From there she moved to the sink. She carefully stood up and checked herself in the mirror. A young girl's face, somewhat obscured by the bonnet, stared back at her. "I don't believe it." She said. Erin looked exactly as she had when she was seven years old. The freckles and baby fat were all back. In a rush of emotions, Erin jumped down to the floor and ran to her bed. She buried her head in the pillow and began crying. She was sobbing so loudly that she didn't hear Stephanie enter the room. "There, there, little girl. What's wrong?" Stephanie asked. "Why are you doing this to us? We never did anything to you!" Erin blubbered. She wiped her running nose on the back of her hand and continued to sob. "You'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, wouldn't you like to be a big girl again?" Erin sniffled once, and then said in a meek voice, "Y-yes." "What was that? I didn't hear the magic words." Stephanie giggled. "Yes please." Erin looked up at her tormentor with tear-stained cheeks. "I wanna be a big girl again." "Very well." Stephanie concentrated, and Erin could feel her body begin to tingle. All at once her legs and arms regained their former stature, and her breasts and hips returned. Erin felt like her old self again. almost. She jumped down from the bed and realized that Stephanie still towered over her. She looked around and realized that the room was still too big, the furniture oversized. Erin gasped as she realized that while Stephanie had given her back her shapely teen body, she'd left her the size of a small child. "C'mon, let's go say hi to Sheila." Stephanie held out her hand. Realizing she couldn't fight it, Erin took it and together they walked downstairs to the front room. Once there, Stephanie lifted poor Erin up and put her down in a large playpen. Inside were all sorts of children's toys, but Erin was not in a playful mood. She tried to stand up, but for some reason she couldn't get her balance. Her legs felt rubbery and weird, and she was forced to crawl on all fours, her bulging bottom pushed to the sky. "Come out Sheila." Stephanie commanded. From inside her room Sheila stepped out into the front room. She was back to her full size, and was changed into a fresh pair of disposable diapers with nothing else on but a red baby-t that said 'Mommy's Little Girl' on it. She walked pensively toward Stephanie, and Erin could tell that she was doing so under her own power, but she was also very scared. "Thank you for changing me back." She said. "Don't mention it." Smirked Stephanie. Just then, Sheila's stomach gurgled audibly. "Are you hungry? Let's get you something to eat." She walked Sheila over to the table, where just moments before a regular chair had changed itself into a large high chair. Sheila knew what was coming and she sat down in it without a fight. The table locked into place, and Sheila found herself trapped in the chair. Her back was to Erin, which was fine by her because she didn't want to have to look her friend in the face as she ate. A large bib appeared around Sheila's front and Sheila cursed her body for giving Stephanie such a perfect opportunity to humiliate her. "Now what would baby like to eat?" Stephanie asked. Sheila gave no reply, so Stephanie continued. "How about some nice strained peas?" As the statement left her mouth, a huge jar of baby food appeared on the tray before Sheila. Her hands began to spoon it up, and her mouth took in the awful-smelling green paste. Sheila nearly gagged as she swallowed, the taste being not at all palatable. Despite her reservations, her hands kept delivering heaping spoonfuls, one after another. Soon, the jar was empty. "Still hungry?" Stephanie asked. Sheila shook her head no, but Stephanie paid no attention. "How about some oatmeal." The jar of peas was replaced by a steaming bowl of oatmeal. Once again, Sheila's hands and mouth went to work. Sheila groaned in between bites, her stomach feeling like it could split at any moment. "Don't worry, Shiela. This food goes right through you." At that, Sheila felt a rumbling in her belly. As she forced more food down her throat, the strained peas began to work there way into her diapers. Slowly at first, and then with increasing force, Sheila relieved herself. The mess was thick and warm and altogether unlike anything Sheila had ever experienced in her life. Seeing that the bowl of oatmeal was nearly gone, Stephanie said, "No need to rush, there is plenty of food." On the table in front of Sheila appeared bowls of food. Mashed potatoes, refried beans, pudding and stuffing. Sheila felt that there was no way she could finish it all, but as she spooned the last heaping load of oatmeal into her mouth, she realized she wasn't full. 'It's all coming out to quickly.' She thought. She was still going to the bathroom, and in judging from the amount of food on the table, she would be doing so for a long time to come. As Stephanie removed the spoon from her hand, and set a bowl of pudding down in front of her, Sheila glanced down at her diapers. "Don't worry, dear." Stephanie whispered. "They'll hold it all. They're magic!" She laughed a wicked laugh as Sheila felt her hands reach into the bowl of pudding. They brought it to her face, and Sheila tried clumsily to lick it all off. She was slopping it all over her face and down her front, staining the bib. She couldn't help but think how much like a real toddler she must've looked. Stephanie left Sheila to the food and turned her attention to Erin. "So, how about it Erin. You hungry?" A mortified look overtook Erin's face. "No!" She yelled, and covered her mouth with her hands. "Silly girl! That won't do any good." Stephanie proved her point by motioning with her fingers, and Erin's arms came to rest at her side. For a few nerve-shattering seconds, Erin was sure the same fate would befall her. "Don't worry." Stephanie said. "I have other plans for you." She picked the tiny girl up and carried her to the cabin door. There waited a stroller with two huge bottles and a pack of diapers ready to go. "Good-bye for now, Sheila. You're friend and I are going into town." Sheila tried to say something but her hands stuffed more pudding into her mouth. Her jaws and tongue were starting to hurt, and she shifted restlessly in the expanding diapers. 'I Was A Teenage Baby!' Part Five By Faustus Smiley On the ride into town, Erin said nothing. Stephanie was behind the wheel, her pint-sized captive seated in the car seat beside her. The stroller was in the backseat. Stephanie kept her eyes on the road, never even looking in Erin's direction. Still, Erin had the creepy feeling of someone staring her down, watching her from afar. It gave her goose bumps. "Nothing to say?" Asked Stephanie. Erin remained quiet. "Come on, Erin." Stephanie coaxed. Then she smiled. "Tell me what's on your mind." "I'm scared." Erin started. "I don't know what's happening or how it's going to end." Erin realized she was verbalizing her thoughts. Hard as she tried, she could not keep quiet. It was another of Stephanie's spells. "I'm stuck here with you. I have no idea how you're doing all this, but?" "I told you, I'm a witch." Stephanie said. "I don't believe you! Witches aren't real." Erin said. "No, I do believe you, I'm just scared." She argued with herself. "I just want to go home. I want to be back to normal. I wish I'd never met you." Tears of frustration collected at the corners of her eye. Her voice was shaky and nervous. "Please just turn me back to normal. Please?" There was a moment of silence, and then Stephanie let out a wave of laughter. "Please? Pretty please?" She mocked Erin. "Sorry, kiddo. I need you." "What for?" The question popped into Erin's head, and even before she finished speaking it, she was dreading the answer. A look of anger flashed across Stephanie's face, and she pulled the car over to the shoulder. "You want to know what for? I'll show you." Erin cowered in the car seat, expecting another spell that would turn her into who-knows-what. Instead, Stephanie pointed out the window. "You see those mountains over there? In the woods around those mountains is a house. In that house live three witches. Tomorrow night is the Spring Solstice, and that's when they are their most powerful. Tomorrow night, you and Sheila and I will go to that house and I'm going to use you to demonstrate everything I've learned in my first twenty-one years of life. I'm going to transform you, curse you, and overall humiliate you with every spell I know. After that, those witches are going to use their power and initiate me into their coven, where I will learn from them and their experiences. Then, I will become and even stronger witch. Any other questions?" Erin shut her eyes tight and tried to keep her mind clear to avoid any further questions, but she heard herself ask, "Is it going to be worse than now?" Stephanie smiled. "Oh yes. Much worse." "You already seem like you know a lot. What more could they teach you?" "I know plenty. Still, there are things they can show me." Stephanie gritted her teeth when she finished the last part of her statement. It was painfully obvious she didn't like to acknowledge that fact. "Like what?" Erin shot back. She'd completely given up trying to stop her thoughts. What more could Stephanie do to her? "Like things, more spells, and-" "What spells?" "Like turning you into a frog!" Stephanie yelled. She took a deep breath and regained some of her composure. "I can transform your clothes into diapers, you into a little baby, but I can't make you change species. Not yet, anyway. I also can't fly." Stephanie looked wistfully to the sky. "You know, you're really starting to act like a little kid with all these questions." "It's not my fault. You're the dummy who told me to tell you what's on your mind. What's the matter? Don't know the spell to undo what you've done?" Erin got some enjoyment out of her last comment. "Yes, I do. Be quiet." Stephanie commanded. "I also know this spell." She wiggled her finger at Erin's diaper, and Erin began to soil herself. Erin immediately regretted challenging her opponent. She tried to say she was sorry, but she couldn't find her voice. Instead, she suffered in silence as she filled her diaper. With a loud burst of flatulence, it was over. Erin sank into her car seat, defeated. "Okay, you can speak now. Apologize." "I'm sorry." Erin said. It was of her own free will, but she didn't mean it. "Good girl." Stephanie started up the car, and they finished their ride into town without another word. Upon arrival in town, Stephanie parked the car on main street an announced, "We're walking from here." "Where are we going?" Erin asked. Stephanie set up the stroller. "Just out and about." Erin was set down in the stroller, grimacing as her filthy backside made contact with the stroller's padded seat. After she was strapped in, Stephanie said, "That reminds me. Just so nobody gets freaked out, nothing but baby talk from you while we're in town. Now let's go find someone to practice on besides you and your stupid little friend." Stephanie waved her finger, and Erin knew what had happened. The statement reminded Erin of poor Sheila. Erin wondered how she was doing, and if she was alright. She asked Stephanie about it, but all that came out of Erin's mouth was gibberish. "Ab da baba badi." Stephanie smirked and pinched Erin's cheek. "You're such a cute wittle girl!" She baby-talked. Erin blushed as Stephanie pushed the stroller down the street. * * * * * Sheila looked at the table. She was almost done with her bowl of chili, but the table was still half full. Her diapers, on the other hand, were a different story. 'If this were happening to anybody else,' thought Sheila, 'I'd probably laugh my ass off.' The diapers were straining at the seams, and had been for nearly half an hour. Still, with each successive bowel movement, they stretched just a little farther, until Sheila felt like she had an inflatable raft around her waist. * * * * * The first stop on Stephanie's tour of the town was the library. As she pushed Erin through the door, she caught the condescending gaze of the librarian behind the counter. She was a thirty-something prude who looked like she'd never enjoyed a day in her life. She had on a long drab dress and horn rimmed glasses that looked about thirty years out of date. Stephanie couldn't help but snicker. She scanned the library and found what she was looking for. Over in the corner sat a tall handsome blond. She walked over to him, casting her love spell as she went. She approached, and saw from the name on his high school letterman's jacket that his name was Steven. "Steven." She said, drawing his attention from the book he was looking at. "Is this seat taken?" "Uh, no." He responded, unable to take his eyes off of the beautiful creature in front of him. "I'm? Steven." He said. His baby blues sparkled and a mindless smile crossed his unblemished face. "No, I think you're name is Crybaby." Stephanie said. "What? Crybaby. Why?" Steven seemed upset with her choice of nicknames. "Trust me." Stephanie said. She winked at him, and the boy felt a sudden rush of emotions. He leaned over and kissed her. "Steven, I found- Steven!" A young redhead emerged from the bookshelves and stared in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing kissing that girl?" Stephanie removed the spell's powers, and Steven stood there in front of the girls for a moment, speechless. "I thought I was your girlfriend." The redhead whimpered, hurt by her boyfriend's transgression. "You are. Come here, Elizabeth." Steven made a move to hug the girl, but she slapped him instead. Thanks to Stephanie's magic, the slap hit him like an oncoming train, knocking him to the ground. This got everyone's attention, and several of Steven's classmates were in the library studying. They began to snicker and point as Steven stood up, rubbing his jaw. "That hurt." He said. "Oh yeah? How about this." Elizabeth punched him in the stomach, sending him crashing back into the wall. She moved forward and prepared to slap the cheater again. "No, please!" Steven began to cry. Elizabeth stopped, her hand pulled back and ready to strike. "Um, Steven?" She gestured to his pants. He followed her finger and gasped as he realized what she was staring at. A dark stain spread it's way down the inside of his legs. With a sickening feeling, Steven realized he was peeing his pants out of fear. When it was all done, the six-foot starting quarterback for the high school football team stood before everyone in the library in soaking wet pants. His tears came down in streams, and he could do nothing but stand there and listen to his classmates jeers and laughter. "You know, Elizabeth, I like my men to be potty trained." Stephanie said as she stood up. "You can have him." With her statement, the pain and anger on Elizabeth's face melted away. She looked at her boyfriend and immediately felt sorry for him. She cradled his head on her shoulder. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." Stephanie laughed as she made her way to the exit. Her voice mixed in with the other library patrons, still laughing at Steven's accident. Even the cross librarian, Ms. Mortimer her nametag read, was laughing. "I wouldn't laugh if I were you." Stephanie said. "It sucks having to go to the bathroom." With that Stephanie left. Immediately after she exited the building, her spell took effect. Every person with a book in their hand marched to the front counter to check it out. At the same time, Ms. Mortimer had the sudden striking pressure in her bladder that could only mean she needed to pee. However, being the only one on duty, she had to help each and every person, the pressure on her bladder building exponentially. By the time she was half way through the line, she was crossing her legs and hopping up and down to keep from wetting herself. She fumbled with every book and every library card, glancing constantly at the inviting sign to the women's restroom. "Just wait until she gets everyone checked out." Stephanie said as she pushed Erin down the sidewalk. "Then she's really going to be miserable."