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There was a strange sensation. Almost like there was a draft passing over Michiru. She shivered a bit, but ignored it for the moment. What she couldn't ignore was the slight rustle she felt down below. She looked down at herself, feeliing her dress sway oddly. She stood still, watching it for a moment, before giving a small gasp as it slowly started to raise from the ground. To add to that shock, she saw her neckline start to lower as well. She lifted her hands to feel it, as her soft blue dress started to harden in feeling as well.

It was turning from a soft blue fabric to a hard blue, similar to denim. It had an odd feeling on her skin, but all of the sudden, she felt another odd sensation. Her bottom and in between her legs would feel a soft force again. She instinctively reached down and touched where her underwear is, only to find that her hands sunk into the soft material that was now there. This was accompanied by her dress connectiing between her legs, giving her a pair of soft blue denim shortalls, and what she was sure was a diaper underneath the, pushing the denim to the limit and sticking out quite a bit from the top

The only thing she had left was her bra, but that wouldn't last. The fabric would soften before expanding, all the straps, hooks, wires and cups all combining to make a soft jersey material. After a moment, it expanded to a T-shirt, the words "Haruka's Little Stinker" writing itself out on the front in purple ink. As if the situation wasn't any more confusing, she felt a small pain in her head as her hair was tugged back. She saw a bit of it fall down to the ground, as if cut off, before being tied into a pony tail. As she observed herself in the mirror in the nearby bathroom, she saw that, instead of a tall, beautiful girl, she looked like an overgrown baby tomboy, her diaper giving an ominous crinkle as if to punctuate all that had happened.

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Ichigo grunted a bit as he walked into his room, closing the door behind him. He had been feeling odd all day, but as he got home, it only got worse. He slowly sat down on the end of his bed, clutching his stomach. As he bent over, he felt something starting to slightly weigh him down. His eyes opened slightly, as he looked down. Even thoughhis shirt hung a bit, he could feelhis chest start to weigh down, his nipples touching the shirt. With a small jolt, he realized that they were much more sensitive than before. He reached up and touched his chest, realizing that two lumps had grown outwards

He was too distracted by his now larger chest to see what was going on just below them. The stomach he was just clutching slimmed a bit, losing the six pack he had before. His waist definitely slimmed a bit as well, causing his hips to become more pronounced. And even from his sitting position, one could tell that his bottom expanded a bit as well, causing two mounds that were near in size to his new found chest, possibly even bigger. His attention was grabbed, again, as he felt a sudden lurch where his private area is. He gasped a bit, reaching down to grab at it, only to find that 'it' was gone, replaced by, from what he felt through his jeans, a flat area. with a bit more pushing, he realized, with a blush, that the area was quite inverted

He, or rather, she, rose to her feet to get a better look at herself. The moment she did this, tohugh, she realized that there was a definite displacement in her weight. Her legs were now thinner, along with her arms. A lot of mass seemed to have traveled to her rear and chest, the most noticable parts of her new body. To make matters worse, she could feel her hair sneaking down her back and some even into her face, which she had just realized now was slimmer and more pronounced. At this point, she was a woman in man's clothing. But even that wasn't to be, as the pants quickly retreated up her legs, giving her a pair of short shorts, while her shirt instantly shrunk down to fit her new body snuggly

As she looked around herself, in confusion and shock, she thought deep down "could anything make this worse?" And with a lurch, she realized that something could. She felt herself stumble a bit before falling back onto her bed. As she face turned red, she could feel her crotch heat up with a wave of pleasure. And after a few short moments, she felt her entire body give a jolt of ecstacy, experiencing a female orgasm for the first time. Though enjoyable, she wondered the reason for it. This was answered very soon, as she looked down, she found that her once slim stomach now showed a little bump. With a raised eyebrow, she reached down and felt it. As she did, it started to slowly expand at her touch

She gasped a bit, watching the small bump become bigger and bigger before her eyes. While at first she rationalized that it might be some kind of gastral expansion or maybe even fat, At a certain point, she felt a small thump on her belly that confirmed her worse fears. She slowly sat up, now finding it harder to do so, to fully observe herself. Her belly was now large, sticking completely out from her now ill fitting t-shirt. As she looked down to see it, she saw an even larger pair of breasts resting on top of it. Before she could even fathom what was going on, the door burst open, Yuzu walking in. "Ohayo Ichiko-neechan! How are you feeling today?" she asked as she waltzed over, leaning down and touching her belly. "Oh my, I think you are about to give birth soon~! Aren't you excited?" she ask, though that was the last thing she could remember, as the now 9 months pregnant Ichiko soon passed out

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The explosion that happened at their local mall threw the girls in disarray. They were confused and hurt, laying in the rubble, but knew they had no time to waste. They each grabbed the nearest transformation broach, assuming it was their own, holding it aloft to begin their transformation. But despite their calls, some of them found that something was wrong. Usagi, in particular, found something odd as her clothes disappeared. Instead of her normal white aura, she found a pink one surrounding her as her body was engulfed in light

She closed her eyes, though, letting the transformation take place. She knew it was a mistake a moment later, as her body tingled all over. Her chest, not very impressive in the first place, started to diminish, being quickly followed by her receeding arms and legs. She would open her eyes, looking down. Her body was flat at the site, her legs a bit stockier than she was used to. She held her hands up a bit to see them, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw her hair start to pull back as well, though instead of simply pulling back, it started to poof out, starting to cur quite a bit next to her hair

After a moment, her hair was now two large balls on either side of her head, shining a bright pink. Before she could even call out in shock, the actual sailor transformation started. Her body was wrapped in ribbons, showing their regular white color. But as the colored parts of her outfit started to appear, she saw the difference immediately. They showed pink, just like her new hair, wrapping around her legs, bottom and neck, beofre finalizing on the crystal on her chest. She was then lowered to the ground, observing herself, now in Chibi Usa's smaller body

She was not the only one having issues with her transformation, though. As Rei held up her transformation wand, she felt an immense power wrap around her, much more than she was used to. Her clothes were stripped from, as a blinding white aura surrounded her. As she closed her eyes, she felt her hair being parted down the middle, before being tugged at the top. She reached up to feel what was going on, only to feel what felt like two tubes of hair hanging down. She looked over, only to be met by sunflower yellow hair, moving from the pressure of the transformation

While she started to question this response in her head, she was immediately distracted by the actual transformation starting. Her body was wrapped in the white ribbon of the main sailor uniform, squeezing her a bit, causing her body to shrink down to match, but not by much. She gasped a bit as the other ribbons wrapped around her legs and neck, as an immense  power started to fill her, much more than what she was used to as Sailor Mars. She was being filled with the power of Sailor Moon, as she closed her eyes, leting the tiara form and the broach settle into her chest, the ribbon tying itself under it. As she landed, she could do nothing but look down in awe and confusion at her current predicament. But as she looked over and saw the same look on Chibi Usa's face and several others, she knew that something drastically wrong had happened

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Misty shivered a bit, looking around her room in the gym. To her knowledge, she was alone at the moment. She ignored it, looking back at the objects she was cleaning. Despite this, she shivered again, causing her to reach up and rub her arms a bit. She was shocked to find that her body was now even smoother than it was before. She looked down to see that she was now much paler than she was before. At first she wondered if she had been inside too much, but this changed when she felt the seashell she was holding slide out of her palm. She went down to pick it up, but felt her fingers meld together, giving her three fingers on each hand

She gasped a bit, looking down at her hand. Unbeknownst to her, she was having the same thing happen to her feet, as they rounded out and became two large toes. She felt her hair, which was let down at this point, slowly start to lift in the hair, receding to the sides before hardening a bit, creating an almost crown like shape, not so much unfamiliar from the original head of her Togetic, who was sleeping in the corner of the room. She went to call for help, but all that came out was "Priiiii~!". She quickly covered her mouth quickly, blushing quite a bit

As she did so, she felt her swimsuit start to slip. It was almost as if it were like water, as it lost shape and flowed down her body. But it didn't fall off, instead collecting at her waist and around her bottom. And like freezing water, it started to harded, getting an almost stone like outside. But it didn't feel like that to her, as the inside was soft, almost pillowlike on her bottom, even giving a crinkle. She went to stand out, but found that, as she was sitting there and watching her body change, she had lost at least a foot or two of height, causing her to stumble a bit. She fell to her butt, as her shell like diaper gained some odd shapes on it. As she sniffled, she saw a figure walk through the door. The now taller girl with long brown hair, reached down and picked her up. "Hm... Not as final as I would want it, but I think it'll do~" May said, as she tapped her with a pokeball. Misty, in her half Togepi form, couldn't do much more than give out a pitiful little "Toge!" before disappearing into the ball, shaking it a bit before the light on the button slowly faded

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It started as a regular study group, that Ami was now nuzzled up next to Makoto, reading a book as the amazon girl watched television. But it was almost like there was a climate shift, as both of them felt a chill go through their spines, though they ignored it. They also ignored as their bodies began to subtley morph before them. Makoto

began to gradually lose height, her head getting closer to the back of the couch. Ami started to adjust her position a bit, feeling uncomfortable as she started to sprout upwards in height. They both looked at each other as they met at the same height, before shifting in the opposite direction of their original heights. Ami looked down at herself, instantly realizing that something had changed. She knew this because, instead of seeing her stomach and legs, she instead saw her shirt starting to push out, her breasts growing at an exponential rate. Beside her, Makoto found her chest was diminishing at the same pace as her height, thinning out with the rest of her body, starting to become a bit plainer

Ami's body, on the other hand, seemed to perk out on all ends, gaining mass in many areas, but mainly from the waist down, as her hips, ass and legs gained amazing girth, showing both a new strength and sexiness. She could even feel her abdomen tighten, a fit belly peeking out from her ill fitting shirt, covered in a skin that was becoming tougher and even gaining a slight tan. Makoto observed her arms, as her hands softened with her skin, becoming paler and paler. She could feel a lot of her power seeping away from her, as her skin became soft, as if massaged with a soft lotion daily. While the girth diminished from her lower half, giving her a much thinner look, she felt that her bottom didn't shink much, instead being replaced with a layer of soft fat. Even her six pack abs disappeared, being replaced with a pale white belly

Ami reached up, slipping her glasses off as her eyesight changed, becoming perfect. As she did so, her hair seemed to wildly shoot out, even becoming a bit darker. She shook her head a bit, her wild locks framing her face in a definitely sexy style. Meanwhile, Makoto's ponytail seemed to slack a bit, as the hair behind her seemed to intertwine itself. After a moment, she was left with a low hanging braid, a few strands of hair hanging in front of her pale face.

Their clothes were the last to change, as Ami felt her shirt loosen a little bit, her sleeves disappearing to becoming a loose fitting tanktop, showing the black bra underneath. Her pants, which were tight at this point, seemed to zip up her legs, wrapping around her ass as the words "Sexy" appeared to scrawl across her bottom. To the side of her, Makoto felt the legs of her shorts become loose, in between her legs seeming to disappear, giving her a skirt. It lengthed until it hit her knees, giving her a modest short dress. Her tanktop seemed to tighten to her form a bit before sprouting sleeves that went to about her elbow. They both shook their heads a bit before looking at each other. Ami smiled a bit, handing over the book and glasses. "You must have dropped these Mako-chan" she said, giggling a bit. Makoto's pale face blushed a bit as she took tham. "Thank you Ami-san" she said softly, before nuzzling into her, putting on the glasses and opening the book back up, Ami putting her arm around her as they relaxed for the night

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Naruto laid in bed, hands behind his head andstaring up at the cieling, relaxing after a long day of training. He let out a deep sigh, stretching a bit. He didn't seem to notice that as he did so, his arms seemed to lose mass, becoming thinner, with their same strength but cut in half. He rested the skinnier arms behind his head yet again, crosing his legs, which had also lost some of their thickness, but gained a bit of length, making his jeans looking more like capris. As he let out another sigh, his chest started to perk up, mushing out on his shirt a little bit. Bit by bit, his shirt became tighter on the chest while loosening around the belly. This had the side effect of pulling the shirt up, showing his seal on a niw tighter abdomen

His hair started to spill out of the top of his skull, trailing over the top of his now daintier hands. This was finally what gave him notice of his change, as he sat up, looking around. Naruto, or rather, Naruko, got up from the bed, somewhat stumbling a bit in her new body. She walked over to the mirror, observing herself. She wasn't terribly distraught, though, figuring that it was simply a malfunction in her jutsu while she was resting. But it was different, though, as the changes kept coming. She felt her shirt still getting tighter as her chest continued to expand, causing her to blush a little bit. This was compounded by the fact that her hips started to widen as well, shivering down her legs, giving them some extra fat and strength

She smiled a bit, turning around as she watched herself start to expand a bit more, liking her new curves. That is, of course, until another shiver came to her. As she examined her larger breasts, hips and ass, she felt her smile start to falter. Even though she knew she should be loving this, all she could feel was embarassed by how she looked now. She longed to cover it up. Almost at the moment she thought that, she felt her shirt expand, dropping a bit and lengthening the sleeves, becoming the jacket Naruto was used to wearing, only a bit looser. Underneath, she could feel a black haltertop appearing. Her jeans, on the other hand, seemed to loosen as well, so now they weren't as form fitting, but still showed off the curves nicely

She sighed a bit in relief as she observed her new clothing, but still didn't feel too comfortable. As she looked at herself again, all she could think about was Hinata. And as she did so, she felt her face get a bit red, as some sort of deep feeling of embarassment and admiration seemed to come up. As she did so, however, she felt another sensation. A wet one, running down her legs. She stopped for a moment before squeaking a bit, realizing what it was. She tohught a moment on why it was happen, but it didn't take that long for the last change to engage. The warm urin seemed to stop, before slowly fading from her pant legs. In it's place, she found that the outline of her bottom became more obscure, as something expanded around it. With a crinkle, the outline of something vaguely underwear shaped pushed against her capris, the stain from her pants disappearing, but the warmth stayin in her crotch. She meekly turned around, only to find a pale eyed, raven haired girl staring at her. "Did you wet Naruko-chan?" Hinata asked, looking at the girl. Naruko could do nothing but nod, her face red as she looked away. Hinata smiled, standing and taking her hand. "Don't worry dear, I will clean that right up" she said, kissing her lightly on the cheek before leading her meek, diaper dependent girlfriend to the bed for a clean diaper

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The room was, comparatively, pretty empty at the time. It was before the official club meeting, so the only people there were the overbearing Haruhi and the ever omniscient Yuki. Haruhi was busy making plans for this section of the school year, as the summer had just ended. Yuki, on the outside, was simply reading a book. Inside though, for the first time ever, she felt frustration. After spending literally hundreds of years in the same loop of time, one could say she finally snapped, and had been creating code throughout the night to take care of this situation. As Haruhi stood up to go over to the costume closet, Yuki looked up, staring wide eyes at Haruhi's back

Haruhi smiled, looking through the closet. As she did so, though, she found that there was something wrong. She stared at each costume and, where she would usually find inspiration and ideas in their fabric and colors, instead, she just saw simply what they were: fabric. As she stared at them, she almost felt like she was looking into every bit of fabric and every fiber, a list oof their materials and uses listing through her brain. She closed her eyes and shook her head, quickly standing back up and turning around.

But it didn't go away. As she looked around the room, her vision started to automatically examine each piece of furniture, each book, and each piece of clothing, maticulously organizing their uses and putting them into categories in her head. She held her temple a bit, shutting her eyes and grunting before turning back over to Yuki. As she saw her, a connection seemed to open up between them, and a flood of knowledge seemed to spill in. Aliens, time travellers, espers, gods... All of this information filled her mind, making no sense yet making complete sense

This wasn't the only thing Yuki was doing though. As she filled the frozen Haruhi with this barrage of knowledge, her gaze shifted down to her body. She stared at the girl's ample bosom and somewhat large bottom, as they started to seep out of her body, consistently shrinking. While they were disappearing, Yuki's own chest started to balloon, her height gaining and her figure overall becoming much better as Haruhi's started to disappear. After few moments, Haruhi stood there, much smaller, completely flat on both ends, while Yuki now had a quite large chest, too large for her uniform, while her now ample bottom stuck out from her small skirt

At that moment, Haruhi snapped out of it, her mind filled with basically all the knowledge in the universe. For a moment, she simply stared at the other girl. At that second, she knew everything that was going on. And she knew that there was nothing she could do. Slowly, she felt her exciting energy start to seep away, only wanting to sit down. Yuki slowly rose, closing the book and smiling. She walked over, standing over the smaller Haruhi. She handed over the book, patting her head. "You know everything that has happened... But you won't say anything will you?" Yuki asked, now having a very cocky accent. Haruhi slowly shook her head, staring back at her with blank eyes. Yuki chuckled, pulling her jacket off and handing it to her before tugging off her armband, putting it on her arm. She took a triumphant seat at Haruhi's computer, while Haruhi meekly took a seat in Yuki's spot, opening the book and beginning to read from the beginning

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Kagura sighed, pulling off her sweaty shirt and fanning herself a bit. She was the last one in from gym, having done several laps around the track, and was now dressing out to do some laps in the pool. Behind her, her coach walked in, smiling to her. "Nice job out there Kagura-san" Nyamo noted, unzipping her top to reveal the T-shirt underneath. "Thanks" Kagura said, blushing a bit and smiling at the compliment. As they both started to dress down, though, they felt a sort of tingling inside of their bodies, almost simultaneously

Kagura would feel herself start to slowly grow upwards, the floor retreating from her. As she looked down towards her feet, she woulf see that her was was now blocked by her already larger breasts gaining more mass. She could feel her legs strengthen below her, becoming a bit more defined beneath the gym shorts she was currently wearing. She looked around at herself, seeing her now much more mature body, slightly aged now but stil tan and in shape. Her now ill fitting shorts would even highlight her now more ample bottom

On the other side of the room, the teacher would feel the almost opposite feeling. She could feel a sudden loss of height, as her head was now significantly lower than the locker that she was just standing at. One could even say that she now seemed shorter than Kagura once was. It didn't help that she could feel her shirt start to slacken, her bra underneath drooping slightly. As she reached up to feel what was going on, she would fail to realize that she was now losing definition in her legs and ass, a bit of fluff replacing what was once there. She even lost some of her tanning, her skin looking a bit broughter than it was. She now looked almost picture perfect as a high school student in a pair of clothes that didn't fit that well

They both slowly turned around, looking at each other. As they stared into the other's eyes, different thoughts began to fill their heads. Kagura smirked a bit while Nyamo blushed, turning back around to take her ill fitting shirt off. "Nice work out there Nyamo-chan, good hustle" the now more womanly Kagura said to her, walking over. Nyamo blushed deeply, simply nodding and muttering a small "thanks sensei..." to herself. Kagura stood behind her, rubbing her back. "Ready to do swimming practice? I could help you into that nice uniform..." she said, slowly getting a bit closer to her. Nyamo blushed a bit, looking around a  bit before nodding, letting her unhooked bra fall to the floor. Kagura reached down, roughly cupping her bottom, causing the now younger girl to squeak. "Oh, I think we have a lot of lessons to go over today... We might even have to do remedial lessons in my office~" Kagura said down to her, showing a toothy grin
Here is a collection of 8 short TF scenes I wrote out with my friend :iconosakatan: during a game we are playing.

All of these are between 300-700 words. They are just the bare transformations, with very little story behind them.

The transformations are as follows:

-(Sailor Moon) Michiru's outfit being turned into a baby's outfit
-(Bleach) Ichigo being turned into a girl and being made 9 months pregnant
-(Sailor Moon) Usagi being turned into Sailor Mini Moon and Rei being turned into Sailor Moon
-(Pokemon) Misty being turned partway into a Togepi by a trainer
-(Sailor Moon) Ami and Makoto switching their dominant/submissive roles
-(Naruto) Naruto being turned into Naruko, except plumper and diapered
-(Suzumiya Haruhi) Haruhi and Yuki switching roles and body types
-(Azumanga Daioh) Kagura and Nyamo switch roles and body types

If you wanna see the other side of this game, go bother :iconosakatan:

Want one of your own? They would only cost a few bucks. Commission a shorty now!

I will post Volume 2 after we do a few more games like this
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Ami, Sailor Mercury, Breast and Butt Expansion

Ami sighed a bit, rubbing her arms a bit as she set down the book. She looked around the quiet library she was currently sitting in. Though she was usually at peace here, she felt kind of uncomfortable this time. She tried to focus on her studies, but she found herself becoming more and more bothered for no apparent reason. A bead of sweat started to slowly roll down her forehead and onto her glasses. She quickly took them off before scooting the chair back, leaning back and sighing. That was when she noticed the first thing wrong. Her shirt, for some reason, felt tight, even though she knew she had put on a loose fitting one for comfort. She reached down to tug on it, but brushed up against what felt like a soft lump that wasn't there before. Curious, she looked down to investigate

There, staring her back in the face, were two orbs resting on top of her chest. While not massive, she was still thrown off by the large size that she wasn't used to seeing there. She reached up and slowly grasped them, squeezing. As she did so, she blushed, noting their unusual softness and tenderness, giving a soft tingling at the very touch. At that moment, she felt the odd sensation of confinement, as if these growing balls of beauty were trapped. She knew instantly what it was, and almost instinctively, she reached behind her, grasping the hooks of her bra through her shirt before letting them loose.

Instantly, what felt like a wave of freedom brushed over her, as her breasts fell free of their prison. She reached down to touch them again, and found that they seemed to have gotten larger than a few moments ago. As she pondered this feeling, she nonchalantly reached down to her pants, feeling what seemed like a wedgie in her bottom. She felt the same early collision, however, as if running into something that wasn't supposed to be there. She slowly peeked over her shoulder and blushed deeply, letting out a small squeak of surprise. Staring back up at her were two similarly large orbs of flesh, barely contained by denim. Her underwear was sticking out severely from the top of her pants, but with how big her butt had gotten, they almost looked like a white thong sticking out

She quickly jumped up in surprise and felt, for the first time in her life, the odd sensation of jiggling centered in her chest and ass. She quickly reached for both, trying to stop their momentum. She found a completely different problem, however, as her small frame seemed to barely be able to encase the enormous fat that both of her expanding body parts were giving her. She blushed, her shirt now at capacity to hold her chest balloons, while she could hear the tearing of her jeans, right at the crack of her ass. It didn't help that she suddenly felt the sudden ballooning around the rest off her body, but at a lesser degree. She was starting to become a bit bplumper, almost as if to help the rest of her dimensions more thoroughly.

Unfortunately, this didn't bode well for the rest of her clothes. In one earthshattering moment for the embarassed young girl, she could hear the simultaneous ripping of her t-shirt, along with her denim jeans. They both fel to the floor in a few pieces, leaving the girl to try to cover her now almost cartoonishly large proportions in the middle of a crowded library, her only form of support being the slowly tearing cotton panties that were still holding on. She looked around, both sets of cheeks red as tears started to form in her eyes, everyone now staring at her. With a sob, she quickly ran off, as the elastic in her underwear finally gave way, falling behind in her wake


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Makoto, Sailor Jupiter, Corruption

Makoto raised her eyebrow, dusting away a small, shining stone that she had seen in the rubble. Her and the other senshi had just gotten done with a hard battle, and all the others had disappeared. She reached down to pick up the soft green gem, but as she grasped it, she felt a sharp shock come to her hand. She jumped back a bit, staring at where she had gotten zapped. There was a soft tingling that started in her fingers, but slowly started to travel down her hand and up her arm. After a moment, it felt like her whole body had gone numb, being replaced by this soft vibrating under her skin.

The first think she noticed was that the skin on her arms and leg seemed to be losing tint. Instead of going grey, though, they seemed to become a more sickly yellow. She quickly reached up, looking inside of her tanktop. It seemed that the color was traveling throughout her skin, soon looking like some kind of diseased creature. She noticed something else odd, though, right at the center of her collarbone. A small green spiral formation started to form there, growing outward. Before she could even touch the small circle, she felt the spiral shape suddenly shoot out, like roots taking hold, as the design split into multiple lanes and traveled around her body. On top of the strong yellow color, she seemed to be gaining green stripes, like some sort of freakish tiger

She gasped at the sudden movement of the stripes, but gagged as she felt her mouth start to distort. It felt like her teeth were buzzing now, as slowly, her canine started to sprout out, becoming what could only be described as fangs. She was distracted, however, as a similar sensation formed on her forehead. She reached up to try to massage her head, but felt two lumps protruding against her skin. As she felt the lumps, they slowly started to break through the skin, hardening a bit and becoming sharp. She could feel the two horns, a foot long, set themselves into place on her head as her ponytail seemed to snap and fall down, her hair flowing free.

In the examination of her head, she didn't even see that the clothes she was wearing were starting to slowly shred and fade into the wind. By she time she had noticed, the last strands of them slowly blew off, leaving her in her bra and panties. But even those weren't safe, as they almost seemed to fuse with her skin, giving her unmentionable areas a somewhat plain, featurless look. She was breathing fast now, feeling all over her body as if trying to find an answer. Why was this happening to her? Why did she look like some sort of demon? Why... why... As she tried to find answers, her thoughts started to become cloudy. She tried to focus, but all she could think about was... Queen Beryl. All that was in her mind was her master Queen Beryl, and how she must serve her until her final days. And most of all, one thought triumphed over all. Her now deep red eyes looked down at the gem on the ground, slowly kneeling down and picking it up before placing it on the spiral in her chest. "I must destroy the Sailor Senshi," she spoke, in a deeply distorted voice, "And bring dominance to the glorious Negaverse!" She let out an evil laugh before raising her hand, teleporting away in puff of dreary black smoke


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Chibi Usa, Chibi Moon, Age Regression and Intelligence Reversal

the small, pink haired girl named Usagi, but nicknamed Chibi-Usa, walked down the halls of this small library. She had heard about it from Ami and that it had many books of mysterious origin. Letting the curiosity get the best of her, she had snuck out that night to go take a look. At random, she pulled out one of the books and set it on the ground, sitting in front of it as she opened it, shining here flashlight down at the pages. At random, she spoke out a few of the words that she could read out loud. "Hmm... Glentie Tiln.. Genes Orris..." she said, before gasping, moving back. At that very moment, her body seemed to tingle warmly at every tip, as she breathed shallowly, not really expecting it.

At that very moment, she looked around the library at all the books. What before were simply letters that she couldn't make out, she began to see new words popping up in her visions, and the meanings of all of the words. She heaved a heavy breath as she stood up, in awe, and started to walk towards them. She find it hard, however, as she stepped on one of the legs of her pajamas. Confused, she looked down at herself. Another jolt of shock hit her as she saw that her pajamas didn't seem to hold close to her anymore, instead seeming to hang of her a bit. She held her hands up, but only seemed to be able to see the finger tips behind the now draping sleeves. Quickly, she fell to her knees, looking at the text before her to try and grasp an explanation for what was happening.

Where before everything seemed only gibberish, now everything on the page made sense to her. She read through in her mind at the descriptions laid out before her. 'Intelligence of the gods...' she read from the first description, before moving down to the second, 'body of... the newborn babe...' Blushing deeply, she reached up, her sleeve now hanging over her now much shorter hands. she triedto navigate the pages, but with her now loose clothing, she seemed to be just rufling the pages at random. In a fit of desperation and rage, she threw off the pajamas to reveal her smaller body. She looked down at saw that her belly hand extended out a bit, having reformed with baby fat. Her arms were now shorter, showing the same fat on them as well. she quickly reached down to turn the pages

As the seconds passed, however, her desperation seemed to match her shortening limbs. Her pajama bottoms seemed to simply fall off from their now larger size, revealing what used to be bunny print underwear, but they now felt much thicker. Her body now matched that of a two year old, as she whined a bit, reading page after page by the seconds. As she reached the back cover, however, she saw that this book had no form of reversal for these spells. She went to sit back and sigh, but the roundness of the now thick diapers caused her to roll back, leaving her on her back. She attempted to role back up to a sitting position, but her regression had gone too far. Her legs bent up now, hanging on the air, as her arms started to spasm at random. She began to tear up in frustration, but her thumb instinctively found its way to her mouth, causing her to calm down.

She now simply lay their, not a day old, her arms and legs no longer under her control, and what felt like infinite knowledge swirling around in her head. All she could do now was simply stare up at the books that lined the shelves around her, her eyes spied a book at the top of one of the shelves, entitled "Magical Antidotes and Serums". Her arm uselessly reached up to grab at the book several shelves, as the tears started to reform in her eyes. She started to cry freely again as she lay their in this dark library, waiting for someone to find her


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Rei, Sailor Mars, Transformed into Clothing

Rei sighed, lazily looking around Usagi's room. The meatball headed bimbo had disappeared from the room, stating that she was going to go get some snacks or something. As she looked around, she spied Usagi's Sailor Moon transformation wand. smiling a bit slyly, she lifted it up, observing it. "I could be a better Sailor Moon than she ever was" she said snarkly as she stood up, holding out the wand, "Sailor Moon Make up!" While she expected nothing to really happen, she jumped a bit as a jolt went through her hand, causing her to drop the wand. Shocked, she stared at her hand, which seemed to be tingling softly, the feeling starting to pass throughout her body until it felt like her skin was lightly vibrating

She looked down at herself, noticing that she seemed a bit paler than she used to. She went to go feel her arms, but found that it seemed harder to feel. She lifted her hand to her face, observing her hand. It was slowly getting whiter and whiter, the tecture starting to become smoother. She used her other hand to feel it, but the same seemed to be happening to that one as well. Oddly, though, around her elbows, her arms were changing a different color, tinting pink before becoming a more solid red. She gasped a bit as she felt the red part starting to baloon out, becoming a few red rings.

She felt her jeans ruffle a bit beforestarting to slip down her legs, revealing her long, pale legs. Below her knees, her shins were tinted the same pink that her arms were. And similarly, they started to turn the same solid red color. She started to gag a little as she felt her toes starting to wriggle a bit before collecting together, creating a single point in the middle of the foot, the same shining red color. Above her knees, though, her thighs were also starting lose color as well, but instead of becoming whiter, it seemed like they were just fading very slowly.

She finally looked down at her body, where she felt her stomach start to stir. Immediately, she started to feel sick, as at her waist, she felt her skin start to extend and hang over her thighs a bit. For a moment, it looked like fat folds hanging down from her. But they quickly thinned out, starting to flutter a bit before changing colors, becoming like a rainbow. Above, she could feel her hair start to blow a bit in the wind before, oddly, wrapping around her neck, tying in a bow in the front. The strands seemed to meld together before turning red, a cystal growing in the middle of the bow. The rest of her hair went around her shoulders, melding together before turning navy blue.

She had realized too late what was happening. At this point, her shirt was gone, reveling her now fabric like midsection and featureless breasts, which had become one long support across her chest. She felt herself fall back onto the bed as her forearms and shins fell away, now seperate entities from her body. With one last deep sigh, she felt her eyes force close before her head slowly melted into thecolor. Her now completely white chest slowly started to deflate as the Sailor Moon fuku lay still. The wand on the floor started to glow again, and a second later, Rei's former body disappeared in a flash, back where it belonged.


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Minako, Sailor Venus, Mental Regression

Minako sighed, flipping lazily through the magazine at her desk. She was looking through the latest catalog she had recieved, but she had just run out of money, so all she could do was look. As she flipped through, she accidentally moved over to the kids section. She blushed a bit, going to turn back, before noticing a cute little dress. She new that she could never fit into it, but for some reason, she couldn't prevent herself from staring down at the little frilly dress.

Her eyes locked on it, she now began to imagine herself prancing around in this frilly orange sundress, possibly outside in a field of flowers. She giggled to herself, before moving the other way, looking at all of the cute items that they were offering. Where before she would simply skip over this section, she couldn't keep her eyes off all of the cute things that she saw here, like cute little denim shortalls and fuzzy pajamas. She smiled down at them, giggling a bit as a line of drool fell out of her mouth, falling onto the pages.

Soon, she simply ignored the words around the things, completely focusing on the pictures of pretty colored clothing. As she turned the page, she saw that she finally had gotten to the toy section. She bounced excitedly in her seat before picking up the catalog, setting it on the grounds. She flopped down in front of it, reaching under her desk and picking up a crayon that had rolled under there years ago. "Let's see... I want dis one... and dis one..." she said to herself, kicking her legs a bit as she started sloppily circling the toys that she wanted. As the moments went on, her circles got sloppier and sloppier until she was simply drawing squiggly lines all over the papers

She seemed to have found new enjoyment out of this, and simply started cribbling on the pages, her other hand occupied with her thumb being placed into her mouth. She was so distracted that she didn't even seem to notice the small puddle that was collecting around her crotch. When she felt that she was done, she quickly ripped out the page, rolling over onto her back and holding it up. She giggled a bit before hugging it closely. Her eyes started to droop, and soon, she was soundly asleep, thumb in her mouth and cold urin under her butt

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Usagi, Sailor Moon, Age Progression
SPECIAL GUEST WRITER: OSAKATAN

Usagi would sigh a little bit as she sat back in her bed, kicking her foot along the edge of it slightly. She was aways getting called childish and a crybaby by her friends. even her own mother always saids she needed to mature some, being in high shcol and all. She stuck her tongue out and grumbled a little bit to herself, she could be older if she wanted. Heck she could be the most maturest person she knew! She sighed and shut her eyes softly, laying back on the bed.

As she did so, Usagi felt a slight tingle in her body, her arms resting behind her head. The teenaged blonde would sigh slightly as the tingle wasn't too bad feeling really, like a warm tickle throughout her body. She would barely notice as her body seemed to be gaining a bit of height, legs lengthening  as her clothing seemed to be shrinking on her. Rather than shrink, it was Usagi who was getting too big for it, it would seem.

Relaxing in bed, she wouldbarely notice her slight teenage figure beginning to change ever so slightly. Her legs would seem to not only lengthen but gain a bit of mass to them, soft flesh adding onto her hips and thighs as they began to look larger, curvier. Her pink pajama pants were lokin smaller by the second as they only fell slightly to her knee, her knew thickened hips and hips forcing them up on her body. Beneath them, her rather hcildish bunny panties would find themselves sucked up into a growing backside, feeling quite tight around it before sliding into it slightly, much like a sexy thong might. One could clearly see the outside of her bigger bum inside thos too small pants if she were to stand up.

Next her white t-shirt would begin to lift up, quite noticably so, exposing her middriff which seemed mch curvier than it had mere moments before, trailing in beneath her chest and down to her hips. Her waist looked a little thick as well, as if she had either snacked quite often or perhaps something far more..expansive. Her chest would begin t rise and fall with each soft breath she took, sighing softly. It was beginning to fill up as well, a slight snap in he back as it burst free from its too small bra, thhe cup size seeming to pass B and move towards the D range...needless to say her clothing looked quite comical in contrast to her maturing body.

Usagi would softly open her eyes some, longer lashes beginning to flutter open. Her once wide, youthful eyes wuold now look a bit more..mature. Less bright and shiny but still with a bit of life within them. Her lips had plumpened as well, puckered slightly as she shook her head. Slowly raising up, her pigtails would look quite out of place on her maturing body. Something seemed to trigger there as her hair slid out of its distinctive pigtails, her odango hair style seeming to remain however, as the pigtails would flow long and free down her back, brushin against the bed as she got to her feet.

The newly changed bunny would shake her head in confusion, placing a well manicured hand to her face. With a very obvious sway to her new hips and buns, she would walk over to the full length mirror in the corner of her room and gasp. There was a lot to take in with the girl's curvy hips and buns, jutting out lovingly in the back, attached to a pair of long supple legs which led down to very feminine looking feet. Her chest was threatening to pop right out of her too small t-shirt, the sleeves barely noticablee now, as the large breasts moved up and down with each surprised breath, resting above a sexy, slightly chubby middriff. Her face had a similar look to her mother's, on closer inspection, causing her to move in closer, seeing the slight age lines beneath her eyes. Usagi looked to be in her mid 30s perhaps, quite out of place in teenaged garments. Maybe this was a look into the future after having Chibiusa...?


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Hotaru, Sailor Saturn, Pregnification

Hotaru softly set the book she was reading down, looking out the window at the rainy day, to match the constant rain from the entire week. She sighed softly to herself, wishing that there was something that could possibly change the dreary monotony that she had been experiencing. As of on cue, she felt a slight warmth within her chest, which startled her slightly. Thinking she might have heartburn, she slowly rose. As she did so, however, she felt herself get slightly dizzy. She reached out to grab onto the chair she was sitting out, only to see that, for some reason, her long sleeve shirt had gotten somewhat shorter, part of her forearm now visible. She went to observe it, but was distracted by the heavier weight now holding down her chest. She looked down and, which a blush, found that two round orbs were now staring back up at her underneath her tightened shirt.

She turned around a bit, observing herself. It seems that, in an instant, her body had grown several years, giving her a larger chest, a rounder bottom, and overall greater dimensions than she was used to, with toned thighs and slight bicep muscle. While she was rather startled by the sudden appearance of everything, she did not complain about any of it. She actually smiled a bit, looking at herself in the mirror. She figured herself to be in her teen years, maybe around sixteen or seventeen. Hotaru stopped admiring herself, however, when she felt a sharp pain in the pit of her abdomen. She reached down, holding onto it, before a wave a nausea hit. She stepped wearily a few steps before falling back into the seat she was just sitting at

As she sat there, laying back a bit, she found it a bit relieving, the nausea starting to wear off a bit now. She let out a deep sigh, putting up her feet onto a nearby ottoman. For some reason, they had started hurting a bit, though for seemingly no reason. She went to look down at them, but found her way impeded, not by her new breasts, but a third circular shape where her belly should be. Curious, she reached out a finger and poked at the small bump on her abdominal area. She of course felt the poke herself, confirming that it was inside of her. She quickly lifted the shirt up, placing her hands on the extended belly, feeling it.

She could feel warmth emanating from it. Even though she knew she should be freaking out at that moment, for some reason, feeling this bump in her belly made her feel... relaxed. Almost at peace, if you will. She sighed again, looking down at the belly, which now looked a bit bigger than it was before. It was slowly expanding, and with each little wiggle of its growth, she could feel a wave of warm energy spread through her body. She didn't seem to realize, however, that with each wave, something else was happening. Slowly, the rest of her body began to reform along with her expansion. Her breasts, though small before, started to balloon outwards and expand, hanging a little bit now under her shirt. Her buttocks, which had been a little fleshy before, seemed to gain girth as well, as if to make a soft cushion for the bigger woman. And if that weren't all, her entire body seemed to gain a small layer of baby fat, to keep her warmer.

A few moments later, her hands were now craddling a very bloated belly, the rest of her body puffed out a bit and her breasts now quite a larger size, and moving around a bit as if filled with liquid. Despite all this though, Hotaru still seemed content, as if things were meant to be this way. For in her mind, she knew that only a month was left until her little baby girl was brought into this world. As she rubbed her very pregnant belly, she felt a little thump, as if to respond to the touch. She giggled, before slowly picking up the nearby book, which was titled 'Becoming a Mother: What to Expect'. "Don't worry sweetie... You'll be out of there soon" she said softly to her unborn child before starting to read again, listening to the droplets of rain falling outside.


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Setsuna, Sailor Pluto, Animal TF
SPECIAL GUEST WRITER: OSAKATAN

Sailor Pluto would stand ever vigilant at the door of Space and Time, the lone senshi never wavering in her long and solitary watch. Needless to say, it was definitely not the most glamorous job, being unable to leave unless she was truly needed. Still, there were some aspects of her position which she did enjoy. For example, the fact she was always here meant that she always had the chance of being visited by the princess of the Silver Millenium, Small Lady, also known as Chibiusa Tsukino. She just wished that she was able to spend more time with her young friend.

At that moment, the time senshi would feel a sudden wave of tingling go over her body, seeming to coarse through her very being. She grunted slighly, having to catch herself with her staff in order to maintain her stance. Her legs would move inwards slightly as she struggled to keep herself from falling over. Her whole body seemed to be getting warmer, placing a hand to her forehead as several beads of sweat trickled down it. Pluto wouldn't notice, but her body seemed to be shrinking ever so slightly, her fuku beginning to fall off her shoulders some, her gloves looking a bit baggier as well.

Unbeknownst to Pluto, her body was beginning to change in more ways than just shrinking. Her ears began to push out in the back, getting bigger and more pointed, moving towards the top of her head. A soft covering of greenish colored hair began to tickle up the strange ears, the same color as her long flowing hair. The hair would slowly begin to spread down her bdy as it shrunk more and more, the hair beginning to cover her from head to toe, even moving across her face. Small white whiskers began to poke out along her cheeks, twitching a bit as she shrunk down and down beginning to stumble out of her boots slightly, looking quite comical in her oversized fuku.

Pluto looked down in surprise, watching as her now bare feet began to grow, pushing outwards from where they one had been. Taking on a more paw-like appearence, the feet looked ridiculously oversized on her human body now, small pads growing on the underside of them. Similarly beneath her two big gloves, the human thumb and fingers would shrink inside of her hands, giving way to animalistic paws. She felt her hairy little body shrinking more and more, practically getting swallowed up by her fuku, her golden headband fallin from her head and wobbling onto the ground, her staff making a soft jangling sound as the rings around the garnet orb moved.

After a moment or so, a small green rabbit would hop out from the remains of the former time senshi's clothing. Her little pink nose twitched, long bunny ears falling in front of her face slightly before springing back up. She stood tense, her little cotton ball tail bounin a bit as she stopped her sudden movement. As if from nowhere, a pair of giant seeming hands would grip the green bunny from above, pulling her up off the ground and letting her big bunny feet dangle. She would look on in surprise, immediately realizing the hands had belonged to Small Lady herself! The bunny watched in embarrassment as the pink haired princess giggled, lifting her into a hug and began to walk away with her, "Ooo a bunny rabbit! I onder if mom and dad will let me keep it..."


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Haruka and Michiru, Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune, Clothing TF

Michiru giggled, walking into the kitchen, where her mate Haruka already was. She snuck up before leaning down, wrapping her arms around her collar. "Morning Haruka-chan~! Do you remember the promise you made last night?" she asked, kissing her cheek. Haruka blushed, looking back down at the newspaper she was reading. "Um... no..." she said, trying to feign ignorance. Michiru simply giggled again, patting her head before moving to the side, sitting down. "You said you would make breakfast this morning!" she said. Haruka sighed, before slowly getting up, walking to the fridge. As she did so, however, both of them felt what seemed like a soft breeze passing across their bodies

Haruka opened the fridge, bending over to look for some eggs. Her shirt seemed to fall forward a bit, draping down under her. As she looked around all their groceries, she didn't seem to notice that the rim of her shirt was now extending, hanging down lower. When she finally rose with a couple of eggs, her shirt was now hanging down to her knees. Inversely, her pants were starting to recede up her legs, now around her knees. She lightly hummed to herself, not noticing the obvious changes as she began making breakfast

Behind her, Michiru was distracting herself as well, picking up the newspaper and reading it herself. She was oblivious to her own changes, as her shirt and sleeping shorts started to slowly melt together, soon becoming one big onesie. The color seemed to change bit by bit, becoming a soft, solid aqua color. She didn't seem to notice anything until a moment later, when she felt a slow rising sensation. She looked down to see her legs slowly being pushed apart by an unknown force. She reached down and pressed on it, getting a crinkle in response. She blushed deeply, turning around to look at Haruka

Her girlriend was still making eggs, not noticing that her shirt had reached down to her ankoes by now, the pants underneath completely gone. The sleeves had laso disappeared from the long garment, leaving her with a sleveless sundress. She shook her head a bit, as her formerly shorter hair started to fall down her shoulders, becoming long, curly golden locks. She smiled a bit, her lips now redder, as if lipstick had been applied to them. Below, her breasts seemed to expand a bit, now very visible over the small piece of cloth that had grown into a small pink apron, wrapped around her waist.

Michiru was so distracted by what was happening to her girlfriend that she hadn't even noticed that she wasn't done changing. The onesie had gained small buttons in between her legs, as her socks grew into booties on her feet. Her body seemed to tingle a bit as her skiin plumpened, gaining a layer of fat to it. She didn't regain self conciousness until her hair seemed to be pulled at either side, becoming pigtails on each side of her head. She went to say something, but was distracted by the now much more womanly Haruka bringing over two plates. She set one down in front of Michiru before sitting beside her. "Now eat all this up, Michiru-chan, or you won't be getting any dessert~" she said, almost seductively, as she winked at her. Michiru blushed deeply, and down below, she could feel the seat of her pants get warmer.
Alright, here is the moment you have all been waiting for: The write up to the results for Seal Their Fate: Sailor Moon. I know that I said before that I would only be doing the top three, but since this was my first one, I decided to do the ENTIRE cast instead!

Now you'll notice that I didn't do every single one. :iconosakatan: helped me out by writing out two of them as well. He also did the preview pic as well.

I want to take a moment and thank him for all the help he has provided, not only in this project, but in past ones as well and hopefully future. He has been a good friend for a long time now and I want to express my gratitude in everything he has done for me and everyone else. Thanks dude, you\'re the best!

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Is There Something Wrong?

A K-On Story

It was like any other day in the clubroom. That is, if any other day were any other day were as strange as this one. After a day of practice that consisted of sitting around, drinking tea and eating various types of cake, they all decided to head out. Well, most of them did. Left behind was Ritsu, who (against her will) was tasked with cleaning the clubroom. And to say that she was being sluggish is an insult to slugs, as she slowly moved the broom from side to side with a sigh. "Man" she said out loud to herself, "Why do I have to be the one who does the stupid cleaning? This is pointless... I am going to have to do this all over again tomorrow..." She slowly leaned down, pushing some of the dust and crumbs into the dustpan. "I would give anything to not have to do this cleaning anymore," she said in a sigh as she poured the dirty substance into the trash.

"Am I interrupting someone important?" came a voice from the door. Ritsu jumped violently, jumping against the wall. "Take whatever you want, just don't molest me!" Ritsu yelled, putting her hands up. The bespectacled woman at the door giggled to herself, sliding the door shut. "Oh, don't worry. It's after school hours" Sawako stated, crossing her arms, "I just wanted to check in on the clubhouse, make sure it's still standing." She looked around, a sweatdrop forming as she saw the table of dirty dishes, the instruments and accessories laying about and the turtle tank an off green color. "...You have been given cleaning duties huh?" she said, looking to the girl.

"Yeah, I... What does that mean?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at her observation. Sawako giggled again, walking over to the table to set down her bag and help her clean up things. "So what were you babbling on about before I got here?" she asked as she collected the plates. Ritsu blushed from across the table as she took the serving tray, quicky turning away to put it up. "Oh, you know... Just complaining about this and that, you know me~" She smiled uneasily, rubbing her head as she walked over to the turtle's tank.

Sawako simply smiled to herself, taking it over the sink. Running the tap, she looked over to the younger girl, who was trying to fish out the small turtle. "Well, we all have our complaints... I know you don't want to clean, but would the alternative be any better?" she asked, starting to wipe down the different plates.

Ritsu peeked over to her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean Sawachansensei?" she asked, smirking a bit as she used her nickname that Yui had bestowed upon her. Sawako was visibly bothered by it, but simply turned back to her duty as she continued. "Well, you know... It might suck to do this, but it's part of being a high school student. At least it means you will only be doing this for a year or two more before you are done completely... Though you will miss it once it's gone" she said, with a fluttery sigh as she looked up.

Ritsu watched her, smiling a bit as she watched her drift off in her mind. But she nodded in agreement as she turned back to her duty. "Yeah, I guess so... So close to being done..." she said slightly, closing her eyes in thought. It was a good feeling to be a high schooler, with these stupid responsibilities soon to be gone...

There was an odd feeling though. She felt her hair moved a bit, as if a small breeze was passing over it. She shook a bit from a random chill passing down her spine. Was something wrong? She slowly opened her eyes, looking back down at the turtle's tank that she had taken her hand out of.

Except that it wasn't a turtle tank. Hell, it wasn't a fish tank at all. Instead, it was a a cage, containing a small brown rabbit. She had a handful of cabbage in her hands, and was holding the door slightly opened.

She blinked a few times, trying to gather exactly what she was looking at. As she did so, though, she heard a voice from behind her speak. "Is there something wrong Tainaka-san?" came a voice that, at the same time, was both familiar and foreign at this time. She turned around to see both the source of this voice and the new setting that she was set in. And on both ends, she was in for a shock.

As she turned, she found herself inside of a classroom. The classroom, of course, was familiar. The desks were smaller than the ones in her homeroom, and it was slightly more colorful than she was used to. It took her a second, but she realized with dawning confusion that it looked exactly like her home room from middle school. She didn't know why she was there, but at the least she could ask her old home room teacher why she was there.

That, of course, was met by another shock. Instead of her old teacher from her younger days, she was met by the soft skinned woman she know as Sawako-sensei. She was dressed as formally as she usually was in school, but was behind the front desk, putting a few things in her bag. In her ever mounting confusion, all she could even say to her questioning was "Um... What?"

"Is there something wrong Tainaka-san?" she asked, she asked raising an eyebrow, "You froze while you were feeding the class rabbit... Is everything alrgiht?" She closed her bag before slowly walking over to her. Ritsu noticed the fact that she carried herself a lot more professionally, dropping the sexiness that she had in her high school teacher form. Ritsu blushed, looking down at the cabbage. As she did so, she noticed her sleeve was different as well. She slowly moved her eyes down to her own body to further her inspection of the situation.

She found, of course, that her uniform had reverted back to her middle school form as well. And with that, her high school figure. Her chest, which wasn't that impressive to begin with, was now completely gone. She could see straight down past her bow to her pleated skirt and shoes, in between that her skinny, lightly tanned legs shown. She was pulled away from her own body as Sawako moved up next to her, leaning down.

The size difference was also apparent, as Ritsu had not hit her growth spurt and therefor was now below Sawako's large chest. She stepped aside as Sawako looked down into the cage, smiling at the small bunny. "Is there something around with little Bun-chan here?" she asked, turning to Ritsu.

Ritsu quickly shook her head, gulping. "N-no ma'am" she said, her face red as Sawako rose back up. She crossed her arms as she looked down at the middle school aged girl, tapping her finger. "Well, is there some problem? You have been here quite a while" she asked, staring down at her.

Ritsu turned her foot a bit, looking to the side. What could one say in this situation? Should she play along? Would it be too weird to just blurt out the truth? Was what she considered the truth... really the truth? She slowly went through all the possibilities in her head as she stood there awkwardly in front of what she figured was now her home room teacher.

The teacher, in turn, was starting to get a bit worried. She watched this girl awkwardly shuffle in front of her, refusing to speak. She leaned down again, going to eye level with the girl. Ritsu awkwardly noted that, even in the more professional garb, she was still wearing a quite low cut top. "Is there something wrong Ritsu-san? You can tell me. I'll keep it confidential" she said, giving her a warm smile. Ritsu returned the smile nervously, rubbing her head as she looked to the side again. "Um... I dunno," Ritsu finally said, looking down, "Something just feels... Off..."

Sawako gave a reassuring smile as she stood back up. She walked around behind her, putting a soft hand on her shoulder. She then started walking them both out of the room. "I understand completely" she said, as they both left the room.

"Really?" Ritsu asked, looking up at her a bit hopefully as they went into the hall of her old middle school. Could it be possible that she is the actual Sawako, and that she too was going through the same feeling of confusion she was going through?

"Of course," she said, a knowing smile on her lips, "... You are nervous about going into High School, huh?" Ritsu's face instantly fell as she heard those words, looking down a bit. But as to not raise any more concern, she slowly nodded. "Um... Yeah, that's it," she said, a bit downtrodden as her only hope fluttered away.

Sawako slowly walked alongside her, nodding as she thought for a moment. "Of course, a lot of girls in your class go through this" she said, as they reached the front doors of the school. She stopped them both before kneeling down on one knee, now looking up at her a bit from her position. "Listen, Ritsu-san" she said, rubbing her arm a bit, "It's just a sign of growing up, you know? It's another step forward. You need to take these steps to become a mature woman. Like me!"

She stood back up, opening the door for her. "You would rather take a step forward than a step back, right?" she asked, as she ushered Ritsu out of the door. As she stepped through the door, she nodded back to the woman. "Yeah, that makes sense" she said back to her as she turned back forward.

And there it was again. That strange wind she had felt in her hair earlier had blown against her again. As if in slow motion, she felt her eyes clothes in a blink before opening again.

She was inside again. She noted that at once. The area she was in was even more colorful than before. As if on instinct, she softly said, "Elementary School." She turned around and look through the doors she apparently entered through. Outside, she saw that there was a playground. There were a few kids on it, playing joyfully. It felt odd, like she had seen it before but as a distant memory. As she turned back forward, she saw a much taller figure walking toward her. Again, her instinct acted up again as she spoke out, "Sawako-sensei..."

"Is there something wrong, Tainaka-chan?" she asked, leaning down a bit to look at her. Unlike the professional garb she had become accustomed to from beforehand, she saw that she was wearing much more colorful clothes, as if to be more appealing to children. Before she could notice that much more, though, there was a sting from down below. She winced as she looked down.

Her uniform was changed yet again. She was definitely in a sailor uniform, which showed just how childish she looked. She felt her hair pulled up in a pineapple style and a small backpack on her back. And the stinging came from her knee, where she saw that there was a red mark on it. Sawako softly ran her hand over it, causing another small surge of stinging pain to shoot up from it. She jumped a bit, looking up at Sawako. Sawako smiled to her, holding out her hand. "Aww, did you fall down? Here, I'll clean that up for you" she said, leading her into the nearby classroom.

Ritsu noticed, almost sickeningly, that it was an elementary school classroom, as she expected. Bright colors were plasted over the wall, as animals met her gaze. She felt her now much smaller legs walk along side the taller woman, her hand outstretched and gripping onto Sawako's. She sat her down at a chair next to one of the small desks as Sawako walked over to her desk, opening a drawer. She saw a small label on the desk, with messy kanji that spelled "Tainaka Ritsu" It was at that moment that it all sank in: She was back in grade school, sitting at her own desk, being treated by what was supposed to be her Music Club Advisor for what was only a small scuff, but felt much worse.

"Aww, it will be alright dear," Sawako said as she looked over. She had said that because of the frown that had just appeared on Ritsu's face. Ritsu looked up, surprised, before nodding as Sawako walked over, kneeling down again. She took Ritsu's injured leg and held it up to look at the injury. "Alright, this will hurt a little bit sweety," she said, taking out a small pad and pressing it to the wound.

Even though she was expecting what was to come, she still winced at the alchohol touching her scuff. She sighed as it was removed, a small Hello Kitty band-aid applied to it. "There, all better?" Sawako asked, as Ritsu got up from her chair. Ritsu nodded, bowing a bit. "Thank you, Sawako-sensei" she said, looking up at her. Even if she wasn't in her own time, she still appreciated the help.

"It's no problem Tainaka-chan. Here, let's head back out" she said, taking her hand again. As she took her hand, she watched her as they walked. It was as good a time as any... better say something before she can't talk... "Sawako-sensei?" she said, as they exited the room.

"Yes Tainaka-chan?" she said, looking down to the girl.

"Have you ever felt that you... You know... Don't belong?" she asked, staring back up to her as she walked along side her. Sawako frowned a bit, looking down at the girl. "You are not being bullied or being told you don't belong, are you?" she asked, sounding a bit worried.

"No no!" she quickly said, as they stopped before the door again, "I just... I dunno... I'm just feeling really odd... Like I'm not old enough!" Shecrossed her arms a bit, as Sawako smiled again, giggling. "Oh dear... You'll grow up eventually! You just have to be patient," she said, opening the door for her. Ritsu obediently walked through it, but she knew that it was a mistake immediately.

It was that wind again. That wind that showed the sign of changing, usually for the worst. And she wasn't disappointed, as she felt herself outside, but sitting. Below her ass was something soft. She softly opened her eyes to observe her new surroundings.

She was outside the elementary school from before, but a different part. She looked down to see little legs bent in a sitting position and a small skirt, a pair of pumpkin panties peeking out from beneath. That, mixed with the hat she felt on her head, told her that she was a kindergartener again. "Fantastic," she said to herself, in her now miniscule voice.

Ritsu looked out on the horizon to see that the sun was just about to set now. She was still at school, sitting on the steps. A memory floated to her as she remembered how she would wait for her mother to pick her up in this spot. She wasn't always on time, though...

"Is there something wrong, Ritsu-chan?" came the all to familiar voice from behind her. She looked up to see the figure of Sawako walking to her. She was dressed in more casual clothes now, a yellow apron tied onto her. She brushed herself off before sitting down next to her. "No," Ritsu said, turning back forward. She knew that she seemed disapointed to Sawako for what might be other reasons, but deep down, her confusion was becoming depression, as she couldn't figure out why she was like this.

"Your mom late again?" she asked, looking out forward as well at the parking lot in front of them. Ritsu looked up a bit in surprise, not really sure what to say. "Y-yeah..." she said, knowing she wouldn't believe the real reason, "That's it..."

Sawako smiled down to her, setting her hand on her head. "Here, it's starting to get a bit dark... Why don't we wait inside..." she said, standing. Ritsu stood up as well, but was surprised to find herself scooped up into Sawako's arms. Her head instinctively rested onto her shoulder as she carried her inside. She blushed a bit, looking over to the woman. She wanted to say something in some form of protest, but it seemed to be lost on her tongue as they walked into the classroom. "There there, it'll be alright" Sawako said softly, bouncing her a bit. Ritsu suddenly felt better, as if these words were actually helping her cope with the situation. She couldn't help but smile  a bit, closing her eyes as she rested against her shoulder.

As she walked her across the room, that strange wind blew across her again. This one felt like it was the strongest of all. She was still against Sawako's shoulder, but her body was much different. She felt that her uniform was now gone. She did at least feel a t-shirt on her, but down below, the pumpkin panties had been replaced with what felt like much worse. An opening of the eyes confirmed a thick white diaper around her waist. And if to make it worse, her leg twitched involuntarily, causing the diaper to crinkle, as if she needed more confirmation.

Her eyes started to tear up, as she saw how pathetic things had gotten. And of course, the one thing that would send her over the edge finally happened. With a soft wiggle of her diapered bottom, she felt herself relax and her diaper become warm. She couldn't even feel herself doing it, but she knew that she was wetting herself uncontrollably. After a few seconds, she was done, and finally, the tears started to flow, as she sobbed a bit from all the emotion overflowing through her eyes.

It was at that moment that she felt the reality come back around her, as the woman carrying her shifted a bit. "Is there something wrong Ricchan?" she asked, looking to the girl in her arm. Ritsu sniffled a little bit, finally wanting to just pour out what all was going on. But in her little body and limited vocabulary, all she was able to say was "Ricchu bad..." with a sniffle.

"Aww, Ritsu accidentally made wetsy huh?" she asked as she carried her in what she now saw was a dark room. Well, mostly dark, as there was a single night light in the corner, showing that there were several cribs around the area, each with small figures laying in them. Ritsu was carried away from the cribs, though, to the other side of the room, where there were a row of changing tables. Slowly, she was lowered down onto one, on her back. Sniffling again, she felt her thumb slowly go into her mouth as she looked up at the now enormous lady, as she undid the diaper tabs. "Don't worry Ricchan, Sawako-neechan will get you all nice and clean" she said softly, tickling her round belly as she went to change her. She wriggled a bit at the tickling, but simply laid there, suckling on her thumb as she was powdered and diapered.

When that was done, she felt herself hoisted up again. She now watched over Sawako's shoulder as the changing tables receded, and she knew that she was being taken over to the cribs. Slowly, she was lowered down into one, covers placed over her. She looked to the side to see a window with the curtains pulled shut, a little light streaming through. "Naptime now Ricchan" she said, tucking her in before patting her head and walking away.

As she looked around, she could see that she was in an over large nursery, probably some sort of daycare. The crib itself seemed larger than one might find it, and with good reason. On the other side, she could see another figure. Only the head was visible, but in the night light's glow, she could see long, raven black hair. She knew it must be Mio, which means that she wasn't the only one affected... right? It did seem odd... She looked over at other cribs, seeing two more figures in the one next to her. One with soft brown hair with one with long blonde hair. Ritsu knew they were familiar too, but the names escaped her at that moment.

Her eyes felt heavy as she gave out a yawn past her thumb. She slowy moved onto her side, curling up a bit. She could probably think more about it after a nap. And as she drifted off to sleep, this thought ran through her head faintly about cleaning and how bad it was, but just as fast as it had come, it was gone. Her eyes closed and she sighed a deep sigh, her body and mind drifting peacefully off to sleep, a simple babe in a comfy crib.
This is a commission from :iconmicman4202: involving the unfortunate but all too real regression of Ritsu, accompanied by the non the wiser Sawako-sensei, both from the series K-on. This story is a regression story and has diaper usage at the end
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Nichijou AR Story

Izumi Sakurai-sensei sighed a bit to herself, slowly closing her school planner as students slowly started to file out of her classroom. Sweat sprouting out at regular intervals, she stood by her desk and waved to all of them, receiving a half hearted wave back in response. After a few moments, most of them were gone, leaving only a few girls in the back: The tall and silent Mai, the slightly reserved though very creative Mio and the very boisterous if not so level headed Yukko. Sakurai-sensei smiled softly as she sat back down at her desk, going to collect her work but peeking at the girls every once in a while.

She saw Yukko say a few things to the girls before waving, quickly hurrying out of the room. Mio, on the other hand, sat down and took out a pencil and pad, doodling to herself. And of course, Mai was sitting at her desk, reading a book. Sakurai-sensei smiled sweetly as she looked down at her work. She wasn't very focused, however, as watching these young girls enjoying themselves had caused her to remember back to her own high school days.

Though to be perfectly honest with herself, she really couldn't reminisce very happily on when she was younger. Her current personality traits are a pretty good reflection on how she was in the past. She was constantly shy throughout her elementary school, middle school, and high school years, and had many troubles making friends, though it wasn't impossible. She still had many of those same friends, though really, they acted as protectors a lot of the time, as Sakurai-sensei always had trouble taking care of her self.

This fact expanded beyond her emotions, sometimes applying to her physically. She kept herself clean and tidy, of course, but every once in a while, she had... problems. The main one being she really did not like being surprised. So much so that even something relatively small could elicit a "wet" reaction from her.

With a blush, she remembered a few of those times. The furst was embarassing, as it was simply a stray wind caught her skirt one day while she was walking to school. This caused a full on view for anyone around of her cotton panties. This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the fact that she ended up accidentally flooding her panties from embarrassment immediately, much to her chagrin.

This wasn't even really an isolated incident. Thunderstorms, people sneaking up on her, loud noises, a lot of things made her wet her pants when she was young. Heck, even  someone turning out the lights made her pee when she was younger. She was proud of the fact, though, that she seems to have gotten over that one trait in recent years.

That is, until she opened her eyes to find the somewhat stoic Mai standing in front of her, directly across the desk. This caused a somewhat violent jump from the young teacher, surprised by the sudden appearance of the girl. And to couple with this reaction was the feeling she thought she had left behind during her school years, as a wet sensation traveled across the seat of her dress.

"Sensei? Is everything alright?" asked Mai, in her soft, almost windy monotone. Sakurai-sensei started to sweat a bit more as she moved back. "Oh, um... Everything is just fine!" Izumi said in her nervous voice, trying to stealthily get Mai to leave before disappearing herself.

"Are you sure Sensei? You seem very... Uncomfortable" Mai stated, slightly tilting her head at her. Izumi froze a bit as Mai stared at her, shaking a bit. "I... I assure you, Mai-san, I am... Perfectly fine!" she said, though the more she said it, the less sure she sounded in her own statement.

"Sensei... Did you wet yourself?" Mai asked all of the sudden. Sakurai completely froze on the spot when she asked that, unsure what to say at that point. Should she admit that she had guessed accurately? That would seem unwomanlike, especially for someone who is supposed this girls elder. So, with a deep blush, she replied, "Oh, um... No, I'm just... Thinking about... Stuff..." Even for her, she knew that it didn't sound convincing in the slightest. And she knew Mai didn't believe her, as she started to walk around the desk, standing directly next to her.

From this vantage point, no secrets could be kept. As Mai looked down, she saw the pathetic teacher, staring down at bit, the bottom of her dress soggy and a small puddle developing at the base of the chair. Sakurai-sensei was absolutely embarassed at her current situation, but Mai simply bent over to her teacher's level, looking her eye to eye. "Sakurai-sensei... Why did you try to hide this?" she asked softly to her.

Sakurai-sensei didn't really have anything to say to this. Deep down, she knew that she was the teacher and didn't have to answer to her, but her personality didn't allow her to do much more than sniffle a bit. She couldn't even bring herself to look up at her as she tried to keep herself from completely bawling from embarassment.

She gave another little squeak, though, as she felt her arm grabbed. She looked up to see Mai leading her out of her seat. When she went to say something in protest, she was instantly cut off. "Don't worry," Mai said, "I know how to take care of situations like this" Izumi sniffled, but nodded, not really to do much else but stare into her eyes. Mai pulled her to the side of the desk before letting her go, causing her to stand there, awkward and soggy. Mai then turned her back, grabbing the things off of her desk before setting them aside. "Mai-san? What are you doing? I um... I..." she started to say, walking up to her.

"Don't worry sensei, I have everythign under control" Mai simply repeated, her desk now completely empty of any items. With that, Izumi felt a small pat on her wet bottom. She instinctively moved forward a bit before stopping at the edge of her desk. From behind her, she felt a soft pair of hands go under neath her arms, picking her up and setting her on the desk. Sakurai-sensei went to say something, but Mai's hand was put to her chest, slowly pushing her down onto her back. the young teacher only obliged, now laying on her back on top of her now empty desk, Mai at her feet.

Izumi peeked to the side, wanting to see what the other girl in the room was doing while she was being embarassed. The blue haired student Mio was none the wiser, as she was focused completely on her drawing pad, smiling to herself as she doodled. Unbeknownst to her, the teacher's dress was being unzipped by her classmate and tugged off, leaving the teacher in a pair of wet cotton panties, quite fitting for a person of her type. "My, that is quite a lot" Mai said, setting the dress aside.

"Well... Um... It was just an accident" she stated, pushing her fingers together a little bit. Mai nodded before reaching up and grabbing the sides of the sensei's underpants. Sakurai instantly blushed deeply, holding onto her hands. "N-no! I have to... Draw the line here! Mai-san, this is... deeply inappropriate!" she said a bit shakily, trying to prevent her from pulling down. But it was no use, as Mai seemed to over power her, the panties slowly moving down her pale thighs.

"You don't need to worry sensei," Mai said, quickly tugging the panties completely off, "I babysit on the weekends... I have things to deal with situations like this" And with that, she simply walked away, returning a few moments later with her school bag. She rummaged around in it before producing the one thing Sakurai-sensei feared the most: a clean, white diaper.

There was something odd about it though. For a girl who claimed to be babysitting, these diapers seemed way too big for a baby to wear. And that was exactly what Izumi decided to bring up. "Mai-san" she said softly, watching her open the garment, "That seems... quite big for an infant to wear... That seems more fit for... An adult."

Mai simply stared at her for a moment, silently, before helping her bottom into the air, setting the diaper under it. Izumi simply allowed her to do so, not really able to comprehend the situation enough to fight back. Her body was working on automatic response, as Mai tapped her legs to be lifted up, causing her to do it on her own. She felt a small pad being rubbed against her, before Mai's hand patting her bottom. She knew that she was being processed for a diaper changed, but she couldn't complain too much. She should, but to her, this felt more comfortable than having to walk around with soggy panties.

Before she knew it, the diaper was being folded up in between her legs and taped into place. At that very moment, she was not only a teacher. She was a teacher, sitting on her desk, in a diaper. Just the thought made her tear up a bit as she was helped back up into a sitting position by Mai. "Are you alright Sakurai-sensei?" she asked softly, looking into her soggy eyes.

"I... Um..." she said, sniffling a bit. Before she could say more, though, she felt arms being put around her. Mai had decided to hug her, to make her feel better. And shockingly, it had worked. Sakurai moved in a bit, moving her arms up and wrapping them around her as well. She even smiled a little bit, actually forgetting her current situation for a moment.

"Everything will be alright sensei" the younger girl told the diapered teacher, as she continued to hold her.

"Will... Will it?" she asked, looking up at her, sniffling a bit. Mai nodded, as she started to sit next to her on the table, arms still holding her. "How do you know that?" Sakurai-sensei asked her, taking her hands away for her moment to wipe her eyes.

"Izumi-san... When did this start?" Main asked the girl, simply staring at her. Sakurai looked back, obviously confused at the mysterious question. "What... What do you mean Mai-san?" she aksed, sniffling a bit more, cocking her head a little bit.

"When did you become so nervous and shy? It seems almost... Out of place for a woman of your age and stature" Mai stated, almost matter-of-factly, to the woman, starting to rub her back. Izumi looked back down, wondering a bit herself. "I... I really don't know" she said, looking back at Mai, "I have always felt like this, for as long as I remember..."

Mai simply nodded, before moving her arms down lower on her body. Sakurai watched her, before squeaking a bit as she lifted her up with ease, moving her over to her lap. She then wrapped her arms around her, rubbing her back again. Izumi, confused, began to question the movement, but she was quickly shushed with a finger to her lips. With that finger came a warmth, that started at her lips, before passing through her lips and down throughout her entire body. "Don't worry Sakurai-san... We shall fix this... By returning you to the point where you don't remember being like this."

"Returning to... But I don't remember a time where I wasn't like this!" she said, her voice cracking a bit at the end. Mai, of course, was silent, simply rubbing her back. She left Izumi to put together the connections and figure it out for herself, which she soon did. "So... You mean..." she asked, looking back to her to find that she now had to look back up to her. Mai nodded, as Sakurai looked back down at her hands. She found, to her apparent shock, that her hand was no longer visible, as it was now covered by her sweater. She looked at the rest of herself, finding that she is now about half of the size she was before, her clothes practically hanging off of her now. Despite this, though, she could still feel the diaper snuggly around her waist.

Mai rocked her a bit, as she continued to radiate the warmth that she coudl feel touching from hair to heel of her body. Now that she was aware of it, she could feel her body starting to physically shrink down in the other girls arms, Mai's hands starting to feel larger as she rubbed her back. Despite all of this, she did not raise a single complaint. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was the comfort, but all she did after finding out all of this information was simply stick her thumb in her mouth, looking up at the larger woman.

There was only a few moments left at that point, as she was now only a few feet high. Her body was now soft and tubby, her clothes were completely ill fitting, her underwear simply falling off of her. And she simply suckled on her thumb, looking up at Mai with curious eyes. Her mind had lost the complexity of a teacher, and simply sat there, in now only a diaper, wiggling her toes a bit and waiting for whatever might happen next.

Across the room, Mio simply sat there in shock, having witnessed half way through what was going on. Mai had risen at this point, picking up the girl and throwing away the rest of the clothes. She looked over to Mio, who was white with shock and completely speechless. "Mio-san" she said, readjusting the baby as she looked over, "Can you bring me the rattle in my desk?"

Mio nodded almost automatically, opening her desk and taking out the rattle that was oddly in her desk. She grabbed it and walked to the front of the room, reaching forward to hand it to the baby girl, who smiled and reached out for it.

As she did so, the door opened again, as the third girl of the group appeared, smiling her clueless smile. It faltered, however, as she saw the situation at hand. "Um... Cute baby... Did I miss something interesting?"
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A Watamote AR Story

Tomoko fidgeted slightly, standing at the door. She had been here for about five minutes, simply standing at the door and fidgeting, moving from one foot to another. Saying that she felt awkward at this moment would be quite the understatement. She had basically been minding her own business in class, silently judging people in the back of the room, when Megumi had walked up to her. This in and of itself would have shocked her, but it's what she had spoken to her about that really caused her freak out!

"Hello Tomo-chan!" she had said, in a very sweet, caring voice that she was known for. It caused Tomoko to jump rather violently and take a defensive position, hiding herself partially behind her school bag. "Oh... Hello... Megumi... San..." Tomoko said when she realized who it was that was, getting progressively quieter with each word. Megumi continued to smile pleasantly, looking down at the small girl. "How are you doing today?" she asked, completely unfazed by the rather odd greeting she received.

"I... Um... Oh... Okay..." she stammered, still not sure why this popular girl was talking to her. Megumi giggled a bit, pushing back a bit of her hair. "Good! Hey, I was curious about something..." Megumi said, suddenly looking uneasy for a moment, "You know, there is a festival this weekend... And, well... If you aren't busy..." She started to shift a bit, looking almost embarrassed to ask her something...

Tomoko stared at her, wide eyed, as she spoke. It was like something she kept locked away in her deepest fantasies. Someone she admired... Was asking her to go somewhere... Voluntarily? Tomoko studied her quickly, looking her up and down. She seemed genuine as well, no sign of pity or sarcasm, and there wasn't anyone watching, so it didn't seem like a joke. "Uh... Uh... Um..." Tomoko stammered, her face now red, her body shaking slightly, "Uh... You want to... Go to the festival... With... Me?"

Megumi smiled softly, nodding. "Yes, I would like that! Stop by my place after school tomorrow!" she said, waving to her as she grabbed her bag and walked away. Tomoko was left in a stunned silence, not even noticing the small line of drool hanging out of her mouth.

And there she was. She was standing at Megumi's doorstep, too embarrassed to even knock on the door. She had attempted several times, of course, but stopped right before ever touching the door. Finally, she gulped and, gathering as much courage as she could, she lifted her shaking hand and hit the door several times, with a little more vigor than she had planned. She quickly retreated back a few steps, pressing her fingers together and shifting from foot to foot.

Megumi smiled, hearing the knock on the door. She had been expecting this for a few minutes now, ever since she saw her walk up the walkway. She capped the bottle of water, before going to the door, opening it. "Hello Tomo-chan! You ready to go?" she asked, grabbing her purse and stepping out. Tomoko nodded softly, looking down at her feet. Megumi giggled, hooking arms with her and walking away from the house. "Don't worry! Today is going to be fun! Here," she said, handing her the water bottle, "Have this, in case you get dehyrated..."

"T-thank you..." Tomoko said, looking down at the water in awe. She had never been given something by someone she barely knew! She gulped a bit before unscrewing it slowly, taking a drink. It tasted funny... It was probably some of that weird rich person sparkling water... Megumi watched her closely as she drank, still linking arms with her. "Come on, let's go!" she said, bustling along the street, heading into the center of town, where dozens of festival booths could be seen.

It was a rather crowded evening, as many of the people were apparently very excited about today's events. Tomoko looked around, ogling at all the people. She had a bit of an issue with large crowds of people, but for some reason, being here didn't seem to bother her... As much as it usually did, anyways. Megumi seemed to help this feeling of comfort, keeping a tight grip on Tomoko, leading her as she jabbered on about something or other, most likely involving school. It wasn't until a few minutes in that she felt herself suddenly being tugged in a different direction, to a nearby booth. "Ooh, I think you will love this one!" Megumi said, as she dragged the smaller girl, who was making odd noises of protest, but not really able to stop being pulled.

They both stopped in front of a walk in booth, small but still packed with things. Tomoko slowly looked around, seeing many different hats, jewelery laid about everywhere, and many packs of makeup. It seemed to be some form of Fashion Tent, which made Tomoko feel quite awkward. While she did appreciate good fashion, she would never consider herself particularly fashionable. That was usually saved for the annoying bitches in class, who like to look nice when they go out at night to do filthy things...

She was snapped out of her thoughts as she was suddenly tugged to the side by Megumi, who was attempting to show her different things. "Oh, this would look great on you!" she said, placing a sun hat on top of her head. Tomoko stuttered a bit, but was unable to form a word, instead just becoming quiet, her face a deep scarlet. She was pushed in front of a mirror, where she could see herself in the hat. While it did go with the plain white sundress she was wearing, it was rather unfitting for the girl that it sat atop. As Megumi stood behind her, admiring her, she couldn't help but notice how small and insignificant she looked. Possibly it was because how mature she looked next to the flat chested, rather childlike girl in front of her.

"Here, let's try this too..." Megumi said, as Tomoko felt her hair being parted behind her. After a few tugs, she could see that she now had two low hanging pigtails, making her look even more like a child. "You're so cute~!" Megumi said, loosely hugging her, before grasping her by the arm, tugging her out of the booth. "Here, let's go get some snacks... Make sure to keep hydrated!" Megumi reminded her, as they walked through the crowd again. Tomoko nodded, dazed at all the activity that she wasn't used to, as she took another mindless drink from the bottle she was carrying...

A few minutes later, she found herself in front of another stand. This one had several rows of different candies and sweet things, all of various bright colors. Despite wanting to seem mature next to Megumi, she couldn't help but drool a bit as she looked down at everything. "Go ahead, pick something~" Megumi said, giggling a bit. Tomoko looked up at her, but blushed, noticing that she was staring directly up at her chest. This was strange, as she could have sworn that just a moment again, she was only a head shorter than Megumi, but now she seemed to only come up to her stomach. And come to think of it, all these kids around this stand seemed to be around the same height of her as well...

She snapped out of her thoughts again, though, by a nudge from Megumi. "Everything alright?" she asked, sounding somewhat worried. Tomoko quickly nodded, hustling off to look for some candy. After some thought, she took up a candy apple, grabbing another for Megumi as well. She walked back to the taller girl. Megumi smiled softly, taking the candy apple and paying for it. "Thank you, Tomo-chan" she said appreciatively, taking Tomoko's hand now as they walked away. Despite being spoken to like a child, Tomoko couldn't help but smile, eating the candy apple as her hand was held. It felt... Kind of nice, being appreciated like that...

"Oh... Um... Where are we... Going now?" Tomoko asked, in an even smaller voice than usual. Megumi looked around, before at her watch. "Oh! The fireworks will be starting soon!" she said, tugging her forward down the road, "I have one last place to visit before we go see them... Make sure to drink your water!" she said, looking down at Tomoko, almost as if ordering her to. Tomoko jumped a bit, before nodding, taking the bottle of water she was given earlier and downing the rest of it, wiping her mouth. "Thank you... Megu...Chan..." she said, both feeling embarrassed at the statement, and a little odd...

"It's no problem... Ah, here it is!" she said, stopping outside another tent. Unlike the other two, this one was rather plain, with a big red cross on the top of it. "A... Medical tent?" Tomoko asked, looking up at her curiously.

"Yup! Just need to grab a couple things... You wait out here, okay~?" Megumi said, before patting her head and entering. Tomoko blushed before turning around, facing the crowd, slowly eating the candy apple.

As she stared at everyone, however, she realized that something was definitely off. First off, as she watched all the people pass, she noticed how large everyone seemed. They seemed big when she entered, as she was always a small girl, but today they seemed like giants. It actually made her kind of nervous, looking at all these people pass by...

What was more surprising, however, is when she looked down, and saw that the sundress, which before came to just above her knee, was now dragging on the ground, covering her feet. She jumped in surprise, but her foot caught the bottom and forced the loose fitting clothing to be tugged off. As her underpants were loose as well, and she had no need for a bra, she found herself to be quite nude now, though it didn't matter much, as she only looked about 4 years old, maybe even younger with every second.

Unsure of what was going on, and quite freaked out by the current happenings, she could feel her eyes start to well up with tears. Before she could start bawling, like the babe she looked like, she heard a voice yell out "Oh, Tomo-chan!" before she was scooped up and hugged tightly. Tomoko instinctively hugged back, looking up to see the now huge figure of Megumi holding her. "I'm sorry Tomo-chan... Here, let's get you changed and I will explain..." she said, heading out of the festival, to a more private area.

Tomoko was silent as she was carried off, both from the shock of suddenly being two years old again, and the embarrassment of being carried around, completely naked, in public. Megumi entered a door, and they were now in a bathroom, where Megumi opened up a Diaper Changing Station and laid Tomoko down. Tomoko was finally able to look down at herself now, as Megumi dug around for something in her purse.

While still being kind of skinny, she noticed that now she had layer of baby fat covering her entire body. Her belly was also a little bit bigger, gaining some chubbiness in exchange for some loss of height. From the look at how soft her skin was, she was probably quite ticklish... Her small hands felt her face, which was also a bit chubby, and she could feel a few teeth in her mouth, though most of them were now missing...

"Now than... I owe you an explanation..." Megumi said, producing a diaper. Tomoko squeaked at the sight of it, but Megumi waved her off, "Don't worry, this is for your own, and, well, my protection. Don't want you peeing on my nice clothes~!" she said, with a playful wink that didn't make Tomoko feel any better. "Anyways... I noticed a few months ago, after we first met, that you didn't seem that happy..." she said, slipping the diaper under her, "And how you were quiet, and had trouble talking... You always seemed so sad. I even noticed how you tried to do new things, and failed, and how miserable you looked..." She was now powdering her, patting it into her chubby thighs. "I wanted to help you, but I knew just talking wouldn't do much. So... I decided to try something a little different!" With this, Tomoko felt the diaper being pulled up in between her legs, taped snugly around her waist.

She was then lifted up, sat on the edge of the changing station. "This way, I can make you as happy as possible, and no one will think it's weird! I can just say you are my cousin or something~" Tomoko stuttered a bit, but instead of having trouble talking in front of people, this time, she was having trouble forming words at all! Megumi giggled, picking her up again. "Don't worry... This will only last about a week or so. I told you mom that you were staying with me, to cram for exams... Now, let's go see the fireworks!" she said, tickling Tomoko's belly. The little girl was still unsure about the whole situation, but she couldn't help but giggle as she was tickled. This couldn't be that bad... Right?
A commissions from :icongeistis:, Tomoko spends an interesting day with her classmate Megumi~
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Jenny sighed, leaning back on the couch with a smile. Before her, sitting on a blanket in front of the TV, was a small baby girl, playing with some blocks. "You having fun Emmy?" Jenny asked, leaning down a bit and watching her with a smile. Emmy cooed and babbled a bit, crawling over to pick up a block, banging it against another block.

Jenny giggled a little bit, leaning back again. It was a bit of a tiring job, babysitting, especially for a fifteen year old. It was especially hard earlier, when Emmy was crying and being fussy for seemingly no reason. But after a bath, some feeding and a bit of playtime, she seemed perfectly happy now! Of course, she spit up on her a little bit, causing Jenny to have to change into a hoodie and jeans, but otherwise everything was going fine!

She watched the baby play for a bit, before getting down on her knees, sitting next to her. "Having fun playin' with your blocks?" Jenny asked, picking her up and setting her in her lap. Emmy cooed in response, starting to chew a bit on the block she was holding. "Nono, that's not for eating..." she said, pulling the block out of her mouth and setting it aside. Emmy reached for it, whining slightly as it was taken away. Jenny giggled again, letting her crawl back over to it. "You like your blocks, huh? Well, they can help you learn! Here..." she said, looking around, before picking one up, with a large letter 'A' on the front. "What's this letter Emmy?" she said, leaning down and holding the block up in front of her.

"Aahh.. Aaah!" Emmy cooed in response, reaching out for the block. Jenny handed it over to her, clapping softly. "Good girl! That's the letter A! You're learning so fast!" she said, looking around for another block. She then picked it up, holding the block holding the letter 'J' on it. "Okay, what is this one?" she asked, holding it in front of her face.

After a bit of babbling, Emmy eventually was able to say something close to the sound "Juh! Juh!" Jenny nodded a bit, holding the block up. "That's right! This is..." she said, looking at the block herself.

For some odd reason, her head seemed to go blank as she looked down at the block. "This is... The letter J!" she said, after shaking her head, "That was weird... Anyways!" she said, setting it aside and picking up another random block, this one with a blue letter 'B' on the front. She stared at it for a second before holding it up, "Okay Emmy, what is this?" she asked, with the same playful tone, though this time with a hint of curiosity.

"Buh! Baaah!" Emmy said, giggling happily. Jenny smiled, giggling herself and holding it up. "That's right! It's... Uh..." she said, looking at the block herself.

For some reason, her head seemed to become light, as she tried to think of the letter on the block. Even after she shook her head, she still couldn't seem to think of what it is. "This is... Um..." she said, slowly setting the the block back down with a somewhat frustrated tone.

Slowly, she looked around at all the blocks surrounding her. For some reason, despite the fact that she KNEW what each of the letters were, she couldn't recall any of them. She picked up one by one, trying to say what each one was, but ended up just stuttering "Uh... Um..." Finally, after a few minutes of confused looking, she picked up one of the blocks, with a purple 'D' on the front, and held it to Emmy. "Emmy, what's this?" she asked, her playful tone gone, now sounding more curious, and even a little bit anxious...

"daaaduh!" Emmy cooed, giggling again, before slowly putting her hands on the ground, getting to her knees. "Duh... Daaaah..." Jenny said, as if trying to figure out what this "clue" that Emmy gave her was. She then looked up, seeing Emmy start to crawl off the blanket, heading down the hall. Curious, Jenny mirrored her, getting to her hands and knees, going to follow her down the hall.

She stopped before moving, though, at a crinkling sound behind her. She looked over her should to investigate, finding the jeans she was wearing earlier seemed to have magically disappeared, being replaced by a thick white garment between her legs, giving off sound with every movement. "Daaah... Diap... Er?" she said, in a hazy voice, not even seeming to find the site of a large diaper on her bottom odd, instead treating it like another curiosity.

She turned back around, seeing Emmy crawling off. She slowly started to crawl as well, the diaper giving off a lot of noise in her wake. With every movement of her hand in front of her, followed by the opposite knee, she started to catch up with the baby girl. When she got about five feet away from her, though, she ran into some trouble. As she looked down, she noticed that the hoodie, which fit her perfectly just a moment before, seemed to have engulfed her hand, causing her to lag behind. "Huh?" she said, the sound being a mix of confusion and a somewhat babyish noise.

She came to a stop, thrusting herself upwards, sitting on her knees and staring at at her hands in her sleeves. The hoodie now hung to the ground, her now short legs sticking out of the back. "Buh... Buh.... Baby?" Jenny said, in a now small voice, as she looked ahead at Emmy.

The crawling girl before her had stopped moving, turning around and watching the strange sight behind her. Before her eyes, Jenny's head disappeared below the neck of the hoodie, the legs retreating inwards. Slowly, the bundle of fabric became closer and closer to the ground, until it finally settled into a heap, covering something small. Emmy tilted her head, watching as the small bundle inside the hoodie moved around, heading toward the head hole. A little hand reached out, lifting up the hood to reveal a tiny girl, with fat little cheeks, a tuft of brown hair on her head, and wearing nothing but a diaper, crawled out. "Bahgoo?" the girl said, looking at Emmy, who giggled and clapped before crawling back over to her.

"I'm home~!" came a sing-song voice from the foyer, as Emmy's mother walked into the living room. She stopped suddenly, looking at the blanket in front of the TV, where two baby girls lay, snoozing softly. Emmy seemed to have passed out chewing on a teething ring, while Jenny somehow found a pacifier, suckling on it softly as she lay on her back. Emmy's mother sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "That's the second time this has happened!" she said, walking over and picking up the girls, "... Oh well. At least Emmy will have a sister now~!"
So I guess I got into a bit of a writing mood! Here is another story I made~ This time, a young girl takes a babysitting gig. But will this gig be a special one? (hint: it will be)
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Seal Their Fate: Naruto

1. Hinata/Age Regression
2. Naruko/Mental Regression
3. Sakura/Corruption
4. Kushina/Animal
5. Anko/Preggo
6. Tsunade/Body Swap
7. TenTen/AP
8. Ino/Intelligence Reversal
9. Konan/ Breast/Butt Expansion
10. Shizune/Inanimate
11. Kurenai/TF to Clothing
12. Temari/Shrink



1. Hyuuga Hinata, Age Regression

Hinata sighed, sitting on a short stump in the middle of the woods. She had shown up to a training session early, so she was left waiting for her sensei to show up, along with her teammates. She slowly moved her foot around the dirt below her, before seeing something off to the side. It looked like a small scroll, hidden in the grass behind a tree. Curious, she rose and walked over, picking it up. She looked around, a light blush on her face, before slowly opening it. It was entited "Experimental jutsu" along with seeral handsigns, including some that she was only somewhat familiar with. Most interesting, though, was the fact that the handwriting was familiar, like she had seen it before. She walked back to the stump, setting it down before starting to do the handsigns, slowly studying them and focusing her chakra.

She felt odd as she continued to do the jutsu. Her chakra was twisting around inside of her, in odd ways that she had never felt before. It was slightly sickening, but she continued on, her curiosity getting the better of her. Finally, she reached the last hand sign, making it before leaning back. She felt a strange tickling all around her, as if her skin was tingling. It was odd though. It wasn't just her skin. Her clothes and hair were also moving oddly, as she stood up, looking down at herself. An invisible collection of chakra was wrapping around her, surrounding her in a bubble of energy. It caused, from her view, to cause the world to flicker and jerk before her eyes.

But the effects weren't happening to the world, actually. In fact, the tingling grew stronger as she was wrapped in energy. She looked down, and was shocked to find that the proud breasts that she usually hid were now less pronounced under her jacket. She gasped a bit, finding that the jacket was now a lot baggier that she was used to, her hands receding slightly. Oddly, scuffs and tears seemed to disappear as well, looking more like how it was when she first got it. She was distracted by hair hair, which tickled her neck a little bit. She reached back to feel what was wrong, only to find that there was a lack of it behind her back. She went to grab her tips, which were behind her neck now, only to feel them slip between her fingers, sneaking back up to the top of her head, sticking out in a similar way as when she was a twelve year old genin.

At that thought, she felt a flutter down below her neck. She looked down and jumped again, seeing that her clothes had made a drastic change. She was now wearing a pale hoodie over a pair of black capris. As she observed two large bangs framing her face, she realized in shocked horror that she was a genin again. She whimpered a bit, lookign down at her younger arms. The sleeves seemed to flicker before disapparing in a flash, leaving her with skinny, bare arms. She crossed her arms a bit, feeling a bit naked for a moment. She looked down, though, and saw that she was wearing her regular black shirt. She was about to sigh, before she realized that her breasts were now completely gone! She was now flat, looking similar to her younger sister with a different haircut.

She looked around, scared as she wondered what was going on and some way to stop it. She was cimpletely helpless, though, as she felt everything start to rise around her. She knew, of course, that this was an illusion, as she was slowly moving towards the gras. She felt herself gaining a school outfit, before changing into a kimono she fit in in childhood. Her body was now very small now, probably around six or five. Embarassingly, she felt her bottom start to expand slightly, as if something was growing under it. She instantly knew what it was, as no one knew that she had, well... developed certain controls later than others.

It became more apparent as she grew smaller, the diaper under her shrinking kimono become more pronounced. Her body filled with fear, she felt her thumb slipping into her mouth for comfort, and found herself calming down at it. She slowly fell back onto her bottom, snow only a couple years old, the kimono disappearing, leaving her just in the diaper. As she suckled on her thumb, she felt her belly extend out slighly, the muscles in her arms and legs start to diminish with her size. She lightly rolled back, sucking away on her thumb as she looked up at the sky, little legs hanging up in the air. The bubble of energy now disappeared, but she didn't seem to notice or care at this point. She was more distracted by a small butterfly flying overhead.

As if on cue, from behind a nearby tree, a woman in a long black and white dress with a single red sleeve. She smiled, walking over to the little babe laying in the soft grass. "There you are Hinata-chan..." she said softly,  reaching down and lifting her up. Hinata stared up at her before smiling happily, reaching up for the woman. Kurenai giggled, holding her finger out for Hinata to grab. "You are such a little cutie! Don't worry, I'll make sure to make you nice and happy!" she said, turning away and walking off, back home to take care of her new baby daughter.

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2. Uzumaki Naruko, Mental Regression (and Transgender)

Naruto grunted, leaning against the wall as he felt his head. He had recently released part of his seal for the Kyuubi, reaching a form he had never reached before. This had the negative of having some kind of strong reactin in his body. Once he reverted back to his normal form, he was instantly fighting with the Kyuubi for control. While it seemed like he was winning, it was now pulling a dirty trick, as it started to to mess with his head and body, using it's past vessels. When Naruto closed his eyes, he could see through the eyes of a woman. She had long, fiery red hair, with a very shapely body. His mind told him that it was his mother, but something else was fighting, telling him that this was his body.

He grunted again, starting to sweat now as he felt his body starting to shrink down, his chest heaving from both exhaustion and weight. He fell to his knees, images that were both foreign and familiar to him flying in front of his eyes as he felt his body reforming, his bones popping and shrinking, changing around. He slowly reached up, feeling his chest, finding two orbs now hanging down. He gasped, opening his eyes and looking down, seeing a now much skinnier body, showing more curves than he was used to. His pants now hung off his round hips, and peeking down, he was able to see shapely thighs and calves. Even his hair, which used to be spikey, now hung down next to his, or her, face. She shook her head, trying to figure out what was real and what wasn't. Was she a female or male? Was what she saw in her mind an illusion or some form of reality?

As she tried to gather her thoughts, another sharp pain went through her head again, causing her eyes to squeeze shut. Again, she saw the image of Kushina, this time with a large round belly. This time was odd, though, as instead of feeling like she was actually inside of her body, she instead felt stiff, her body numb. She could feel herself slowly leaning against the wall, going into a sort of fetal position as images flew in front of her. She saw her mother's life in fast forward as she laid against the wall, completely silent and motionless. Before she knew it, Kushina was lying in bed, her legs in stirrups as she gave birth to Naruko. At this moment, Naruko started to have feeling slowly return to her limbs. As Naruko was slowly born in her vision, she felt her limbs starting to come to life, moving around randomly. She fell back onto the ground, flailing wildly as she saw herself brought into the world.

Slowly, as the tiny infant Naruko was taken from her mother, she felt her eyes welling up with tears. She let out a loud wail in real life, her body reacting instinctively as she was seperated from the womb. She felt herself calming down, however, as she felt herself wrapped in a warm blanket, and soon layin in her mother's arms. At that instant, the pain in her head disappeared, and she opened her eyes, looking around her own word fior the first time. A line of drool slowly fell from her lips as she looked around her apartment.

She smiled a bit, before suddenly frowning, realizing that her mommy wasn't there. Slowly, she rolled herself over to her belly, before slowly getting on her hands and knees. she then started to wander around the apartment, curiously reaching up for stuff and feeling things, trying to figure out where her mother was. She didin't even notice that she had left both her former pants and boxers behind, now walking around without a bottom half. She sat down after a while and started to tear up, realizing that she was left alone in this apartment. Before she could start wailing again, though, she head a knock on the door, followed by a light voice going "Naruto? Are you there?" She tilted her head a bit before clumsily wandering over to the front door. She sat there, staring up at the door as it knocked again. Naruko let out a random babble and coo, as if trying to acknowledge the random sound she was hearing

On the other side of the door, Hinata stood, looking confused as she heard the sounds of something from inside the apartment. She wondered if something is wrong, so slowly, she opened the door, looking inside. Though she didn't see anything at first, she heard cooing coming from the floor in front of her. Slowly, she looked down to find the blonde girl, with Naruto's familiar facial marks, wearing only a shirt and nothing else. She blushed deeply, as Naruko stared up ar her. Through her eyes, she saw the familiar chest... and long hair of her mama... So of course this must be mama! She smiled and giggled happily, reaching of her Hinata, bouncing as she chanted "Mama! Mama!" Hinata's face became a deep crimson, not really sure how to react, and slowly starting to lose conciousness. The last straw was broken, though, when she saw a dark ring starting to spread in a circle around the carpet under Naruko's bottom. With this, she slowly passed out on the floor. Naruko looked at her, curiously, before smiling, crawling over and cuddling in next to her. She rested her head on Hinata's chest, figuring that it was now naptime with mama as she stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes, nodding off in the middle of the hall.

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3. Haruno Sakura, Corruption

Sakura sighed, setting down her medical bag and sitting down in the tent before taking a seat herself. She was tired, after a long day of patroling, trying to keep the enemy away from the village's borders. And frankly, she was tired of it. Day after day, week after week, this ninja war had started to wear on her stress. As she lied back, arms out, she wondered if there was something, anything, to change things. At that moment, there was a strange tingling that passed over her, making her jump up a bit, looking around. When she saw that there was nothing, she leaned over, taking out a book on medicine, starting to read it.

As she went through the different things she had read several times, she quickly got bored, a lot quicker than she had before. She set it aside, before looking at the corner of the tent, spying a small scroll. It was a black confiscated scroll, taken from a spy that was found a week ago. Before, she would never think of opening it. Tonight, though, her inhibitions were a bit looser. She slowly inched over, before snatching it up, undoing it before pulling it open. It was, to say the least, incredible and terrifying. So many jutsus and spells that she had never seen before! She could almost feel the evil emanating off of it, but for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes away.

While her eyes were taken up by reading these dark spells, she didn't seem to notice as the color started to drain from her skin. She became paler, almost looking almost like a sheet, as if she hadn't seen the sun in days. It made her hair stand out a bit more, as conversely to her skin, her hair started to gain color. Instead of being a light pink, it started to become more red, gaining a stronger shade. Instead of looking like a beautiful rose, however, one would probably compare it to the color of blood, as the deep crimson hung in her face. The tingling moved to the roots of her hair, as it started to move more into her face, along with down her back, looking a lot closer to how it did when she was a genin.

If someone were to look at her now, they would wonder who this woman was and why she had taken Sakura's clothing. It didn't help the matter that, below her top, her chest seemed to balloon out, starting to push against the slightly tight top. And below her bottom, her black tights seemed to slowly sneak down her legs, like a snake, until she was wearing a pair of full tights, pitch black as the night outside. But Sakura was blind to any of this. She was enthralled by what she read. While only a few minutes ago she was condemning everything in here, now, she saw how much sense it made. It was all so clear! This was true power... It was how she could escape this monotony!

She took the scroll, stepping out of the tent into the night. It was cool, dark and silent, no one else out here. She looked around, her mind clear and her eyes wide. She shook her head a bit, letting her blood red hair fall free as she pulled out her headband, staring at it. As she looked down, she saw as her top drained of color, leaving only black. While she should freak out, instead, she only smirked. It fit her, as she stared out into valley, at the gates of her own village. Or really, her former village. Storing the scroll that changed her life in a pouch, she took out a kunai, bringing it to her forehead. With a grimace, she slowly drew it across, letting blood cover her face in a crimson mask. In a few moments, this village would never know what hit it. In a few moments, they would meet the Lady of the Blood, Haruno Sakura. With a gust of the wind, she disappeared, never to be seen by her teammates again

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6. Tsunade, Body Swap
SPECIAL GUEST WRITER: RANDOMNINTENDOGEEK

Tsunade sat at her desk, a completed stack of paperwork at her left and a bottle of sake at her right hand, ready to leave a hard day's work behind and enjoy the rest of her night.  Any moment now Shizune would come by  to pick up all of the paperwork amassed over the day, file it away, and the two would leave together to blow off some steam at a nearby bar.  The lines of beads that covered the entrance to Tsunade's entrance began to shift and part.  "Ah, Shizune? Is it time for us to leave now?"  She asked as she stood up from behind her desk.  "Shizune? No, it's just me, Sakura, Tsunade-sama."  sakura walked into her office and Tsunade sat down.  "Oh.  Well, perhaps you could keep me company until it's time to leave?  I'm done with my paperwork, but I still have to wait for Shizune before I can go."

"Of course, i wouldn't mind spending a bit of time with you," Sakura replied as she sat down across from her Hokage and respected mentor.  "Thank you.  I really appreciate having some visitors around, it helps take off some of the stress.  It's days like these that make me miss when I was a youth like you... It was certainly a simpler time... though I can't help but be glad where I am now."  Tsunade leaned forward slightly, resting her forehead on her palm as Sakura leaned across the desk.  "Are you okay?" She gasped.  "I just feel... somewhat light headed,' Tsunade grumbled.  "I just need to close my eyes for a bit, that might help."  Tsunade laid her head on her hands and closed her eyes, keeping them shut until the dizzy spell seemed to lift.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sakura asked, still concerned forTsunade, worried that the stress of her duties was starting to overwhelm her.  "Actually, I feel quite all right now.  I think I just faltered for a second, I feel better than ever, actually."  Tsunade opened her eyes, her vision blurry as her eyes adjusted.  When her vision returned, she had to rub her eyes again to make sure her vision wasn't fooling her.  Across from the desk sat an exact mirror of herself, with the same expression of concern that Sakura was wearing, her voluptuous breasts swinging onto the desk as she reached out to the Hokage.  "I...  Sakura, something here is very odd.  Don't you agree?"

"No... everything feels exactly normal to me," sakura replied, somewhat bewildered at tsunade's sudden eratic behavior.  "No... something seems very wrong to me," Tsunade said, looking down and gasping even louder.  It seems that Sakura hadn't just turned into tsunade, but the reverse as well.  Gone were Tsunade's mammoth breasts and her thick thighs, but she was now in Sakura's athletic young body, complete with her very modest chest and red outfit.  Tsunade shifted her rear around some and raised an eyebrow;  surprisingly Sakura's rear felt very plump and cushiony, her black shorts seeming to cling to it's round form with no slack.  To make the situation all the bizarre sakura didn't seem to notice she was in the midst of an out of body experience.

"I... I'm going to go find Shizune... something is very, very off," tsunade said, standing up uneasily, shooting up rather quickly due to Sakura's lithe frame and youthful muscles.  "No, I don't think you should."  Sakura stood up and put her hands on tsunade's shoulders.  "You don't seem well at all.  I really do think you need to just sit down and rest until you feel better.  You look so dizzy and disoriented, and I don't want you to exert yourself any more."  Sakura began to walk to the door, turning around, her eyes kept on Tsunade to make sure the Hokage didn't make any sudden moves or faint.  "I'll go find her instead so you can relax."  "Yes... sure... sure," tsunade replied, laying back into her seat, feeling absolutely undersized in it compared to usual,  sh reached up and grabbed at a lock of pink hair and twisted it around, before groggily grabbing her sake and taking a swig.  "Well, I guess it won't hurt too much if this isn't my body!" She muttered after taking a long chug from her bottle as she waited for Sakura to return.  sakura, just down the hall from tsunade's office grinned mischeviously to herself as she crossed her arms.  "I think I'm going to wait a bit before I go find Shizune," she said as she grabbed her large chest and cupped them in her hands. "First I need to go find Ino.  I'll show her who can call who flat chested NOW!"
Alright, here it is, in all it's miniscule glory!

I am sorry about the shortness of this guys. It is not my most proud, and I think I might add on a bit more later on.

Special thanks to :iconrandomnintendogeek: who wrote a little thing just for you guys~ Go read his stuff and look at his pics. Also thanks to :iconosakatan: and :iconmicman4202: as well for helping break some ties and ESPECIALLY Osakatan for making the adorable preview image, as a special little treat~

Hope you like it!
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Molly sighed.  She should have been happy, it was her 18th birthday in a couple of days, she should be looking forward to the party and the alcohol and one of her final steps into adulthood, but truth of it was, Molly wasn't.  Molly wasn't excited at all.  She felt disillusioned with life, she was fed up with the constant demands in her life, either from school, from her mom or from her part time job at the family restaurant.  She just wished she could go back to simpler times when nothing really mattered other than playing games.  She wouldn't tell that to anyone though.  Oh no.  That would be too much.  Instead she would play her part in society, doing as she was told and toeing the line, living on her daydreams of happier, more innocent times.  

She brushed a strand of her long brown hair out of her brown eyes and adjusted the black hair band that held her hair out of her face. An average looking girl, of middle height, middle weigh and nothing stunningly gorgeous to look at.  She wasn't ugly, not by a long shot, but she had a plain quality about her that just made most people ignore she was even there.  Everyone with the exception of Jennifer and Sarah.

Jennifer was about 4 months older that Molly, She had red hair that fell to just above shoulder height, it was often heavily gelled and spiked.  Jennifer could be a bit harsh at times often speaking before she thought.  Sarah was the opposite.  With blonde hair and blue eyes, she was about 6 months younger than Molly and was the cute one of the group.  She was often quietly spoken and quick to get emotional.  The threesome shouldn't have worked.  It was still difficult to understand how they had come to be such firm friends.  Perhaps the fact that they were each misfits to some degree.  Either way the three of them were very rarely seen parted.

Molly wandered over to Sarah and Jennifer's table and placed their coffees and sandwiches down.

"Here you go guys.  Glad you both could come over and spend time with me at work.  It's so dull around here.  Time really drags."

Jennifer picked up her hot coffee cup and blew gently on the contents.

"don't mention it.  It's not like we were doing much today anyway"  

Sarah nodded in agreement but didn't add anything to the conversation as she picked up her sandwich and tucked in.  Molly smiled at her two friends.  She was about to say something when one of her work colleagues came over.

"Hey. Molly.  Once you're finished serving these customers get some gloves and a mop and bucket will ya.  A kid has peed in the ball pool again and it needs disinfecting."

Molly sighed as she looked over at the restaurants safe play area for children.  So many times she was wanted to take a dip in the ball pool and mess around, instead she was forced to clear the thing out whenever a kid lost a diaper or was sick.  She nodded miserably.

" I better go guys."  She muttered apologetically at her friends and went to gather the cleaning supplies.

An hour later she pulled herself from the children's play area, a strong smell of disinfectant wafted around the ball pool now that her job was done. She felt satisfied she had done a good job as she pulled off her yellow marigolds.  She didn't enjoy her job but she took pride in her professionalism.  She wanted to show a girl who took her job seriously.  Even the mucky parts.

  Her train of thought was suddenly brought back to the present when she realised someone was stood right beside her.  She looked up, shocked by the smiling old woman stood beside her.  Her shocked expression vanished as she recognised the strange woman that had been coming into the restaurant every day for the past week around lunchtime, like it was now.  Molly had even gotten to know the woman a little bit, she was on holiday from Europe, visiting relatives although molly had never seen any of the relatives in here with the old woman.

"Oh hello Mrs Murphy. Can I help you at all?"

Molly's mannerisms were always polite, even when she was feeling depressed like today.  Mrs Murphy just stared at Molly for a few moments.  Molly wondered if the woman had even heard her question and was about to repeat herself when Mrs Murphy spoke.

"Dear, I go back to Britain today, so I wanted to just pop in and give you something for being such wonderful company here over the past few days."

Molly was stunned,  she had been kind to Mrs Murphy but she hadn't expected to be rewarded for something that should be second nature to everyone.

"Oh,  Mrs Murphy, seriously you didn't have to do anything for me.  It was a pleasure being your waitress"  

Molly blushed, her heart fluttered happily that her attention to the customers and her job had been recognised as Mrs Murphy handed her a digital voice recorder .   Molly took it and stared dumbly at the device not realising what it was.

"Errr...thank you."

She said not wanting to sound unkind, but not entirely sure what Mrs Murphy expected her to do with it.  Mrs Murphy leaned in, whispering in a conspiratorial manner.
  
"That my dear in a reality altering device.  Press the red button here, that pauses things then, say what you want into the microphone piece here and TA-DA instant altered reality.  I'm giving it to you, because I can tell you'll put it to good use.  You have a kind heart.  I can tell.  I have a sense for these things."

Molly realised the poor old woman was clearly at that age where people started loosing their marbles and she plastered a fake grin on her face and hugged the digital voice recorder .

"Thank you Mrs Murphy.  That was awfully thoughtful of you"  

Molly didn't want to upset the old woman.

"Go on dear.  Try it out."

  Mrs Murphy poked Molly in the upper arm eagerly.  Molly looked at the device, feeling stupid.  She didn't want to dash this poor woman's delusion, but Mrs Murphy didn't seem to want to take no for an answer.  Feeling ridiculous she pressed the red button, then thinking what she could do her eyes fell on her two friends, more importantly their hair colour.

"Jennifer hair colour is black, Sarah's hair colour is red"

Molly felt instantly light headed and it seemed that the room grew dark.  She felt like she was going to faint, but then the light returned to the room and the sick feeling she had had vanished.

She looked around wondering if anyone had noticed anything strange but the few people in the restaurant were chatting as if nothing bizarre had happened at all. Maybe Molly had just been too close to the disinfectant.  It had been pretty strong.  She should have used proper ventilation.  Her gaze wandered over to Jennifer and Sarah.  They were arguing with each other, a common occurrence, but what Molly saw almost made her drop the digital voice recorder .  Both her friends hair had changed colour to match her command.  Her mouth fell open, gob smacked.  Mrs Murphy shuffled off to one side chuckling.

"Well,  have fun kiddo. "

Molly ran up to Mrs Murphy.

"Hey, wait.  You can't just give it to me..."  

Mrs Murphy cut the teenager off mid sentence.

"I can and I have.  It's rude to give gifts back sweetie so just be careful with it and look after yourself"

She gently patted Molly on the arm and continued out.

Molly stood in the middle of the restaurant completely bewildered by the whole experience.  She rubbed her eyes and looked at her two friends new hair colour.  

Her gaze wandered down to the bucket of disinfecting water she had used to clean the ball pool.  Reality struck her then, she was still at work and had to be seen to be actually working.  Picking up the bucket she headed back to the staff kitchen.  When she got there she put the bucket down.  The kitchen was empty, she sighed at the amount of dishes needing washing up that she still had to do, but she needed to seriously think about what was going on here.  Her mind was still reeling from what had just happened.  She looked at the small device in her hand.  Unable to really comprehend the power she had.  She now had the ability to make all her dreams come true at the press of a button.  The possibilities were staggering.

She was torn between wanting to throw the small machine in the bin for fear of accidentally turning reality into a nightmare, but her teenage curiosity screamed at her to try it out more.  Do something more extreme.  What had she always wanted? Money?  Fame?  These things didn't really tempt her all that much. She traced her finger around the button, holding her breath.  So many ideas on what to do, her mind boggled.  She caught sight of the time. She only had half an hour left of work and she hadn't even had her break today yet due to that stupid play area incident.  She looked at the bucket of water and the dirty dishes stacked up.

She pressed the button hard. Scrunching up her eyes.  She opened them and noticed the muffled babbling from the restaurant had faded.  She peeked her head round the door way and saw life paused.  Like a still on a T.V screen. Some people had stopped midway through eating and a kid who had been in the midst of jumping into the ball pool hung suspended in mid air.

She quietly returned to the kitchen feeling weak at the sight of something, that up until 20 minutes ago she would have sworn was impossible.  She spoke into the machine.

"The washing up and tidying up is already done"

  There was that nausea feeling again and the room seemed to swim in darkness for a second, the air became charged and then as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished leaving the room in a spotless manner.  The dishes were all done, the mop and bucket was away even the microwave and fridge had been wiped down and polished.  The place was gleaming.

She dropped the device in surprise and it clattered to the floor, instantly she stooped and picked it up, checked for signs of damage but it didn't seem to have a dent in it.  It really looked like this was the real deal.  She heart beat wildly.  She could bend reality to her personal whims. The colour drained from her face.  It was such a powerful thing to own

She put the digital voice recorder  in her pocket and wandered out the kitchen back into the main restaurant then over to her friend's table not sure what to say.  Both friends stopped chatting heatedly as Molly approached.  They both looked at her and concerned expressions crossed their faces.  It was Sarah who spoke.

"Molly?  Are you all right?  You look ill."

Molly nodded dumbfounded.  

"i'm fine, really.  Just need a quiet seat."  She slumped down into a chair as Jennifer scoffed.

"Quiet seat. HA!  You'll be lucky with all those kids running around and screaming in the play area.  Its like a herd of elephants in there."

Molly looked over at the play area, wishing for the umpteenth time that she could play in there without being stared at like an oddball.  Her mouth went dry as she suddenly contemplated the digital voice recorder .  Would it work like that?  She looked at Jennifer's black hair and Sarah's red hair.  She quietly pulled the digital voice recorder  up out of her pocket and pressed the red button, the whole restaurant seemed to suddenly hush as reality was paused, a small smile played on her lips as she spoke.

"It's perfectly normal for 18 year old girls to play in the play area"

There it was again, that sickening woozy feeling, the way the air seemed to grow darker, thicken, and then suddenly the room was bright again and the general background rabble of conversations had returned.  

Molly looked around feeling like people must have been looking at her but no-one was.  Suddenly Sarah bounced out of her chair.

"I know what'll cheer you up.  20 minutes in the ball pool.  That always cheers you up.  You're due for a break from work now anyway right?  Come on"

Sarah grabbed Molly's hand and hauled her to her feet.  Once it looked like Molly was going to follow her, Sarah broke away from her older friend and raced over to the play area, easily vaulting the soft padded fence and plunged into the ball pit squealing with glee.  

Molly's heart raced into her throat.  She looked around and noticed that no one was paying any attention to the fact that her 17 year old friend was shouting and laughing whilst playing in the ball pit.  With a deep breath molly followed her friend and jumped into the soft balls scattering them everywhere.

Instantly Molly was in heaven.  She laughed and giggled as she swam through the balls then clambered up a near by netted ladder to throw herself down a slide that plunged her right back into the large ball pool.  She loved every moment of it.  She had wanted to do this for months.  She felt content.  Happy.   

Jennifer wandered over to the side of the play area, she looked skyward.  She was getting too old to play in the pit but she wanted to be with her friends she she stepped beyond the barrier and eased herself into the ball pit.  There were other kids of various ages in the play area and one boy decided Jennifer would be a good target.  He started throwing balls at her and one ball bounced off her head.

"Hey you little bastard, what the hell do you think you're playing at"  

Molly had been swimming past at the time and she was shocked by Jennifer's language.

"Jenny, you don't have to swear at him, he's just playing"

"Yeah but the little dick went and messed up my hair"

  She whined, regretting getting into the ball pit in the first place.  Molly wasn't impressed by the swearing.  She had been enjoying her little bit of innocence here in the play area but Jennifer's potty mouth had ruined her mood.  She dug deeper under the balls in the ball pit and pulled out the digital voice recorder  from her pocket.  She pushed the button, recognising the fact that above the surface of the balls it had suddenly gone quiet.

"18 year olds do not know how to swear"

She popped her head up over the balls and grinned at Jennifer allowing the older 18 year old to continue her rant.

"He's such a stupid poopoo doody head.  I hate him!"

Jennifer turned and stuck her tongue out at the boy, who mimicked her action and ran off laughing.  Jennifer folded her arms, sulking, it was then that she caught her watch seeing the time she gasped.

"Hey Molly.  Isn't your shift up now?  Are you coming to with us to stay over at my house tonight like we discussed?"

Molly nodded enthusiastically, she had been looking forward to the sleep over all day.  Sarah clapped happily.

"YAY YAY party!"

She threw her fists up into the air excitedly, scattering balls everywhere causing Molly to laugh as the balls showered down on her.  The three friends clambered out of the ball pit.  Molly looked back at it wistfully.  It had been such fun playing in there.  A dream come true.  She patted her pocket feeling the bulk of the recorder there.  How much further could she take this dream?

She gathered her bags that she had brought to work with her in anticipation of the sleepover and said goodbye to her work colleagues as she followed Jennifer and Sarah  out of the restaurant. Sarah and Jennifer chatted animatedly about school and the latest episodes of their favourite drama series, whilst Molly hung back a little contemplating her options.  Soon though the three of them were at Jennifer's house and she pushed open the door.  

"Yo MOM!  I'm Home.  Sarah and Molly are staying over okay!"  She shouted out.

There was an excited scream from one of the rooms and a little three year old girl came piling out of the room and catapulted herself into Jennifer.

"Jenny Jenny Yoor home!!"

The girl hugged her big sisters legs happily.  Molly Loved Jennifer' sister Tabitha.  She was such a bubbly little thing and it always uplifted Molly to see such a happy kid.  Jennifer pulled her little sister off of her.

"Awww Tabby your covered in paint!  You got it all over my skirt...you...you...Stinkybutt!"

Tabby giggled and stepped back.  Molly could see she was wearing a cute set of pink overalls with white flowers embroidered on the chest pocket.  Molly's heart ached to wear something that adorable and without so much as a second thought she whipped the recording device from her pocket and eagerly pressed the button. She whispered in fevered anticipation, her hand trembling at the thought of the potential outfits she would hopefully suddenly find at her disposal.

"Its perfectly acceptable for 18 year old girls to wear toddler type clothing"

The sickening feeling was partially ignored by Molly's excitement.  The blackness swamped in around her and faded back out and she let out a large audible squeal of delight when she looked down at herself and at her friends.
Instead of her restaurant uniform Molly now wore a pair of grass green overalls with chunky multicoloured corduroy flowers and buttons stitched into them.  Her long brown hair was in 2 bunches ties with yellow ribbon.  Her black work shoes had been replaced by white sneakers that had velcro instead of shoe laces.  Molly jumped up and down unable to contain how giddily happy she felt.

Sarah was wearing a yellow sun dress her new red hair was in a single ponytail that had a large sunflower clip in the back of her hair she wore flipflops on her feet. Jennifer had a short ruffled denim skirt on and a t-shirt that had happy cartoon characters on the front.  Her hair was loose.
Molly bent down and ruffled Tabby's hair.  Thankful to the toddler for giving her such an awesome idea.

"Hi kiddo.  How's things?"

This caused Tabby to giggle shyly and run from the three girls back into the room from where she had come.  Jennifer dumped her bag at the front door as she looked at the paint on her denim skirt.

"What a monkey!  I'm going to have to get changed now."  She stormed off up the stairs.  She called down to her two friends.

"You guys make yourselves at home i'll be down in a second."

She thudded her way up the rest of the stairs, Molly could hear Jennifer muttering words like 'smelly' and 'stupid head' to herself and Molly chuckled to herself thinking how cute Jennifer sounded.  The recording device was amazing.  It seemed that only she knew that reality had been altered, everyone else seemed to accept everything as normality.  Molly and Sarah wandered into the lounge area where Tabby was sat in the middle of the carpet painting.  Jennifer's mom was sat on the sofa keeping an eye on tabby whilst watching some soap opera.

"Hi, Molly, hi Sarah. Come in, come in. don't just stand on parade.  You've been here enough that you're practically family."

Jennifer's mom twisted in her seat to smile over at the two teenagers.  

"Thanks Mrs Tamworth."

Sarah said taking a nearby seat and slumping into it, dropping her bag down by her feet.  Molly copied her friend sitting down beside her.  Tabby looked up at her mommy and the two new guests and grinned then her smile suddenly changed and she scrambled to her feet and rushed round the other side of the sofa where Molly couldn't see her.  The three women watched the TV for a bit, not actually saying anything to anyone then tabby reappeared from around the other side of the sofa, carrying a red plastic potty.  She was grinning from ear to ear as she tottered towards her mommy.

"Mommy MOMMY!  LOOK LOOK I DID IT! I WEED"

Her mommy shot off the sofa and gently took the clearly full potty from her toddler so that the proud little girl wouldn't accidentally slosh the contents onto the floor.

"Yay Tabitha.  Who's getting to be all grown up.  Soon you'll get to wear big girl pants all the time.  You're doing so well!"

Her mommy clapped her hands enthusiastically praising her little girl as the woman left the room, the toddler following singing and clapping

"Yay yay yay.  I went in da potteee"

Molly chuckled.  Kids that age were just ridiculously cute.  Molly had no recollection of her own potty training.  Did she get praised like that?  Molly carefully took the recorder out of her pocket.  Did she want to experience potty training again?  It would be interesting just for a little while.  She could put it all back afterwards and no-one would be any wiser.  She pressed the button and licked her lips

"18 years old is a normal age to be in the stages of potty training"

She closed her eyes, the smirk on her face was radiant as she felt the all too familiar drop in the pit of her stomach and the air grew thicker then returned to normal.  She instantly noticed that her pants felt thicker but she couldn't see because of the overalls she wore.  Sarah suddenly burst into tears. Molly flinched at the unexpected noise and she quickly rushed over to where Sarah was sitting.

"Sarah?  Sarah?  What's the matter?"

Sarah simply lifted her yellow sun dress to show her cute princess pull-ups and the fact that the pictures had been washed away.

"I...I...Had an ACCIDENT!!"

Sarah wailed helplessly as big sloppy tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Sarah!  It's okay.  It's okay"

Molly patted her friend's shoulder reassuringly as Jennifer's Mom came back into the room at the sound of all the crying.

"What's all the fuss abou.....Oh. "

Jennifer's mom was by Sarah's side in an instant.

"Sweetie, come on now, lets get you cleaned up.  It's okay if you had an accident it happens to everyone when they're learning to be a big girl"

This made Sarah wail even louder

"But...But I am a big girl"  She sobbed and Jennifer's mom pulled her up off the sofa and gave her a reassuring hug.

"Yes you are, but your much younger than Jennifer and even Molly is bigger than you so you're doing really well to be staying dry just as much as they are.  You should be really proud of yourself.  But it's okay to have an accident once in a while.  Lets get you into a fresh pull-up okay"  

Sarah nodded meekly and allowed herself to be led over to a pack of pull-ups in the corner of the lounge.  Jennifers mom pulled Jessica's wet pull-up down and cleaned her private area with a couple of baby wipes.

"Now.  Do you need to use the potty before I put you in a new pull-up?"  Jennifer's mom asked tenderly.

  Sarah thought about it for a moment then shyly shook her head.  

"Okay, good girl now step into this okay"

She had pulled a fresh pull-up from the pack and was holding it open so that Sarah could step into the leg holes which she did without question and Jennifer's mom pulled them up to snap snuggly onto the 17 year old's waist.

"There we go, isn't that much better.  Try to stay dry okay?"

Sarah brushed the tears out of her eyes and put on a brave face, nodding in a determined fashion.  Jennifer's mom patted Sarah on the arm and went back to her seat.

Molly had watched all this with complete interest.  She felt sorry that Sarah had ended up having an accident, but wasn't sure if she could, or even should, bring herself to do the same thing.

Suddenly Jennifer came into the room smiling now that she was in a pale blue short baby doll dress with white ankle socks and a blue hair band holding her hair out of her eyes.  Molly had never seen Jennifer look so babyish and adorable.  Jennifer saw Molly staring and did a quick twirl, the dress fluttered up to show Jennifer's princess pull-ups too, but she wasn't embarrassed.  This was normality for her.  

"Do you like it?  My Mom bought it for me yesterday I wanted to show it to you guys, to see what you think."

Sarah wrapped her arms around her own waist and hugged herself.

"Oh Jenny that's beautiful!"

  Molly had been about to call her adorable but she didn't know if that would make Jennifer go into a fit.  Jennifer didn't like cute or cuddly things.  The term Beautiful seemed to have done the trick though and Jennifer beamed happily.

"I knew you guys would like it. "

  She looked at her mom.

"Mom can we go upstairs and watch TV and hang?  I'm gonna order pizza as well kay?"

Her mom twisted round in her seat and  smiled.

"Sure sweetie, just make sure you take your potty with you and just remember to tinkle when you need to"

Jennifer scoffed.  "Mom I haven't had an accident for almost four whole days now.  I think I can tell when I need to go."  Jennifer whined at her mom.

  Her mom chuckled.

"I know sweetie and you know the rules, a week dry in pull-ups and you can have big girl panties so you're almost there I just don't want you to ruin your track record because you're engrossed in playing with your friends that's all."

Jennifer nodded her scowl evaporating as she realised her mom was simply looking out for her.

"Okay mom."  

She collected the red potty in the corner of the room and then turned to Molly and Sarah,  

"Come on guys, lets go to my room"

The three girls excused themselves from the lounge and headed upstairs rapidly.  In Jennifers room it looked like any normal 18 year old's room, random band posters dotted the walls a tv, music system and games consol lay in one corner.  A wardrobe and desk complete with laptop.  Molly smirked.  It felt strange to still be on the verge of being a grown up yet still potty training.  Jennifer crossed the room and turned on her TV. Some reality program was on and Jennifer clapped happily.  

"Yes it's only just started, I thought we were going to miss it."  

Molly slumped onto the bed and rolled her eyes to the ceiling as Sarah rushed over to the beanbag that Jennifer had flopped into and settled herself on the end of it to watch the program too. Sarah and Jennifer talked non stop about this stupid program about how Bradley and Joe were always fighting to get laid with that Lulu girl and that there was always a cat fight between Lulu and Rachel.  It bored the pants off of Molly who couldn't care less about reality T.V.  It was a waste of space and time and it was what her two friends argued about the most.  Her friends weren't paying her any attention as she pulled her reality altering device from her pocket at pressed the button without hesitation.  It wasn't right to be in the midst of potty training whilst still watching T.V filled with filth and pointless arguments and drama.

"18 year old's prefer watching children's television"

She said smuggly giggling as the sickening feeling swept over her and the darkness swamped her then settled back into normality.  Her two friends were still arguing but it was about which colour Teletubby was the best.  Feeling full of total happiness Molly rushed over to her two friends and threw herself into the middle of the bean bag causing the two other girls to be catapulted from the beanbag and squeal in shock at the sudden intrusion.

"Everyone knows the red one is the best teletubby"

  Molly giggled happy to be part of one of her friend's arguments for once.  

The evening progressed as it grew dark outside, the pizza came and they ate it happily amongst themselves in Jennifer's room as they watched cartoons and played video games.  Soon it was getting close to bedtime.  Jennifers mom yelled up from downstairs.

"Lights out in twenty minutes girls its almost 11pm"  

All three made a collective "AWWWW!" noise but Molly and Sarah scrambled to their bags to get their pyjamas.

Molly opened her bag and gasped in delight as she pulled a baby pink footed sleeper from her bag.  She hugged the fleecy garment almost audibly purring at the soft feel of it.  She pulled it out and took the opportunity to put her recorder in her bag, she doubted she would need it for the rest of the night.

She turned round and grinned at Jennifer and Sarah only there were tears in Jennifer's eyes.  Molly had never seen Jennifer cry before and the look on her friend's face startled her.

"Jennifer are you okay"  

Jennifer was quiet but shook her head.

"Whats the matter?"

  It suddenly occured to Molly what was up.

"Did...Did you have an accident"

Jennifer just burst into a sob.  Molly rushed over.  Sarah sat on the beanbag, knowing how it felt.  Jennifer put her hand over her mouth to stop the crying and she looked at Molly her eyes pleading.

"Molly, mom can't know about this. I stayed dry for three whole days.  If she finds out i'm wet, it'll be reset and I won't be in big girl pants for ages.  Trade with me.  Please!"

"WHAT?"

"Trade with me.  You're still dry right?  Lets swap.  That way mom will think it was you that wet yourself and not me"

"But...But I didn't wet myself you did"

Jennifer started to cry again.  Molly sighed and unbuckled her overalls. Jennifer was lucky that Molly was such a nice person and she guessed she owed Jennifer since it was her device that had made it so the teenagers were in the midst of potty training.

Soon Molly was just standing in her pink t-shirt and pull-up.  

"Jenny take yours off"  She said quietly.

Jennifers sobbing stopped instantly as she fumbled under her blue dress and pulled down the soaked pull-up, stepping out of it gingerly she handed it to Molly.  Molly didn't take it though.

"i'm not actually putting that back on me.  That's disgusting but...turn round"

She stared at Jennifer and Sarah as they suddenly understood she was ordering them to avert their gaze.  Once the two had looked away. Molly pulled her own dry pull-up down and pulled her overalls back on to hide the fact she wore no pants.  She didn't do up the buckles on the straps as she would be in getting into her new footed sleeper in a minute.  

"Okay you can turn back around now."

The two girls did and Molly handed Jennifer the dry pull-up.  Jennifer smiled through her wet blotchy face.

"Thanks Molls You're the best!"  

Jennifer handed Molly the wet one again so that she could use both hands to pull the dry one on.  Molly took it, holding it out as if it was contaminated.

"eeewww"  She giggled making jennifer blush as she pulled the dry one up between her legs and out of view under the blue dress she wore.

The bedroom door suddenly swung open.

"I'm just making sure you girls are getting ready for bed..."

The whole room froze and for once Molly wished it had been because she had pressed her reality altering device.  Sadly it was through shock.  Jennifers mom surveyed what lay before her for a few moments.  She saw Molly holding the wet pull-up, her overalls unbuckled.

"What's going on?"

  She asked as she crossed the room and held out her hands towards Molly indicting to the teenager that she wanted the wet pull-up.  Molly gladly released it into her hands. It was then that she felt the hot trickle between her legs.

"Oh no no no!"

molly moaned as she grabbed at her crotch, a large dark patch staining the front of her childish overalls.  Jennifers mom simply tutted in mild annoyance.

"Molly.  it's okay if you have an accident..."

She held out the wet pull-up

"...But you can't just take them off by yourself and not put on a fresh one or THAT happens!"

  She pointed to the expanding wet patch and the mess Molly was in the midst of making.  Molly was mortified as her bladder emptied.

"But...but..."   Molly stammered but Jennifers mom cut her off.

"No buts young lady. Downstairs now so I can clean you up.  I promised your mom you could stay the night and she assured me you'd be well behaved.  Don't go proving her wrong kiddo okay"

Molly simply nodded.  She didn't want to get Jennifer in trouble and telling the truth about the owner of the wet pull-up probably wouldn't do Molly any good now that she had wet herself in front of everyone.  Poor timing to say the least.  Molly took a quick glance backwards as she was frog marched out of the bedroom in her wet overalls and down the stairs.  She saw Jennifer looking back, wide eyed but her expression full of gratitude for Molly's sacrifice.

Molly was quickly stripped and wiped clean, then helped into a clean pull-up.  She felt embarrassed but at the end of it.  Jennifer's mom pulled her into a tight hug.

"It'll be all right.  I didn't mean to snap at you but potty training is tricky and you shouldn't take unnecessary risks okay.  I don't want to catch you doing that again or I'll take drastic action and put you back into diapers for the night."

Molly shied away from the idea.  That would be a little too embarrassing especially in front of Sarah and Jennifer.

"I'll be good Mrs Tamworth.  I promise"  molly said sincerely.

Jennifer's mom smiled. "Good girl now get to bed"

Molly scrambled up the stairs in just her t-shirt and pull-up having left her pyjamas back in Jennifer's room.  Jenny and Sarah were already in their footed sleepers.  Jennifer was in her bed and Sarah was laying on top of her starry patterned sleeping bag on the floor.  Molly noticed that her own sleeping bag was a blue's clues one.  That cheered her up a little.  She picked up her footed sleeper and stepped into it pulling it up to her waist.

"Thanks for covering for me Molls.  I really owe you."  

Jennifer mumbled gratefully.  Molly shrugged and grinned at her friend.

"That's what friends do right?"

Jennifer nodded in appreciation.

"Yeah it's gonna be so cool when the three of us finally graduate in a week from high school and go to college.  We'll look out for each other through thick and thin huh"

Molly nodded but her smile faded.  College.  In her reality altering stupor she had forgotten that graduation was coming up very soon and that they would be expected to attend college.  She really didn't want to go, but Jennifer and Sarah seemed so excited about it.  Molly just wanted a carefree life.  Was that so much to ask?
She pulled her t-shirt off and un-hooked her bra but didn't pull it off, instead she slipped her arms into the sleeper and then threaded her bra straps out from underneath so that she didn't expose herself to her friends.  She zipped up her sleeper and then, making a decision she wandered over to her bag and pulled out her reality altering device pressing the button.

"We are not graduating from high school to College. We are graduating from day care to kindergarten"

as an after thought she threw in

"It's okay to play with toddler toys"

Molly grinned as the darkness faded. She dumped the device back in her bag and was about to zip it up when she realised her teddy bear was in there.  She pulled the fluffy pink bear out and smiled at it's smiley face.  It had a zipper in its back so that a hot water bottle could be placed inside.  Having a genius thought she pulled the small hot water bottle out and getting the device back out of her bag she stuffed it inside the teddy bear.  It was a perfect hiding spot.  She smiled at her cleverness.

"I can't wait till we get to learn the whole alphabet. It's gonna be soo cool"

  Sarah gushed enthusiastically.

"And writing.  I'm gonna write my name every day"

  She traced her finger in mid air making swirls as she pretended to write.  

"My mom is gonna be really proud of me"

  Molly nodded  as she listened and tried to picture her name written down. She found that she couldn't quite get her thoughts around the names for each letter. It felt weird but in a good way.  In an exciting fresh innocent way.  She found herself giggling and both her friends looked at her oddly.

"Molly?  What's so funny?"  

Jennifer asked  Molly just grinned at her friend.

"i'm just really happy that tomorrow is one of our last days at daycare"  

This seemed to be a good enough explanation for Jennifer and she nodded.

"Yep, no more baby stuff, we're gonna be big girls"

The three teenagers snuggled down into their beds.  Molly looked around the room which now had posters of kids cartoons on the walls and the shelves were scattered with kids story books and toys.  

Her heart beat madly in her chest.  This was the sort of thing she had always dreamed of. She felt at peace with herself, her carefree nature finally being realised in reality.  She hugged her pink teddybear as tears of happiness trickled down her face.  She wiped them away feeling a little bit silly.  

Jennifer's mom pushed the door open to see all three girls tucked in.

"Night girls, see you in the morning.  You've got a busy day at daycare so sleep well"  

Jennifer's mom switched off the bedroom light.

"Nite mom"  Jennifer mumbled.  Molly was feeling her eyes grow heavy and even though she was unbelievably  excited about tomorrow she soon drifted off into blissful sleep.
This is part 1 of 2. A nice little story (although it's not actually little at all) About a normal 17 year old who wants to return to innocence. Part 2 is where it gets really interesting. Hope its ok

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Molly woke the next morning and for a few moments, disorientation hit her as she didn't recognise the room she was in.  Then she remembered she was sleeping at Jenny's house. She rolled over in her sleeping bag and came face to face with her large pink teddy bear.  That was right.  Yesterday she had altered reality to the point where 18 year old teenagers were still going through potty training.  She chuckled quietly to herself.  What a strange thing to think.  It sounded more like something she would expect from a comic book.  Not something that had actually happened.  She allowed herself a broad grin.  This was amazing! It really hadn't been a dream.

Suddenly the air was knocked out of her as Sarah jumped on top of her and began a tickle attack.  Molly was lucky as she was mainly still inside her Blues Clues sleeping bag so the tickling wasn't too severe but she squealed nonetheless from the shock of the attack.  Sarah was smaller than Molly and she was easily pushed off and suddenly it was Sarah who was the one being tickled.  Sarah only wore a white t-shirt with My Little Ponies on it and her princess pull-up.  Molly noticed that Sarah was already wet as she continued to tickle her friend, whilst Jennifer sat cross legged on her own bed and yelled encouragement at her two tussling pals on the floor.  Jennifer's mom opened her bedroom door.

"I can hear from the racket in here that everyone is awake.  In which case, stop messing around and get dressed please.  Breakfast is on the table and its almost time for daycare."

Sarah and Molly stopped messing around and untangled themselves from each other.  Sarah stood and raised her hand sheepishly.  She didn't have to say anything though as Jenny's mom noticed what was wrong.

"Okay Sarah, downstairs pronto and we'll get that wet pull-up off of you.  What about you other two"

Jennifer shook her head.  "All dry mom."

Molly grabbed at her crotch trying to tell whether she was still dry through her footed sleeper.  She felt dry enough.

"I'm dry too thanks"

She said happily, noticing Sarah looking a little sad that she had been the only one to wake up wet.

"Come on the Sarah, lets get cracking.  The day is wasting"  

Jennifer's mom chimed as she pushed Sarah towards the bedroom door and out of sight.

Jennifer went to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit.  Molly scrambled to her feet and dug around in her overnight bag to see what it was that she would be wearing for the day.

A deep pink corduroy set of overalls was pulled out of her bag accompanied by a soft pink fleecy jumper.  A pair of white and pink striped woolly socks and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes with pink flowers on them.  She almost swooned at the ensemble.  It was adorable.

Immediately she found herself tugging the zip of her footed sleeper down.  She faced the wall as she did so. so that Jennifer wouldn't see her topless as she latched on her bra.  It felt a little odd dressing in toddler clothes but still having a 36C bust.  Molly's figure, whilst not stunning, certainly had curves in all the right places but once dressed the shapelessness of the overalls hid her womanly curves quite successfully.  She sat on the edge of Jenny's bed as she pulled on her woolly socks over her pull-ups.  She caught a glimpse of herself in Jennifer's wardrobe mirror and the smile on her face evolved into a large grin.  She buckled up her Mary Jane shoes and jumped up onto her feet to give a little twirl in front of the mirror.

"That looks pretty cute."

Jennifer stood there as she complimented her friend with her arms crossed against a white short sleeved dress with polka dots all over it.  She had brushed her short black hair and pushed a matching hair band in to pull her hair out of her eyes. Molly was about to thank Jennifer for the compliment but Jenny suddenly started pushing Molly towards the door.

"I'm starving, come on, or we wont have time for breakfast!"

Molly allowed herself to be pushed from the room just as Sarah was rushing back up the stairs to get dressed, she was now sporting a fresh pair of pull-ups with a big grin on her face.

"Jenny your mom has made pancakes!"

  She yelled as she zipped past the two descending teenagers on the stairs.  This caused Jenny to push Molly harder, making Molly giggle.

Moments later they were sat around the breakfast table stuffing freshly made pancakes into their mouths giggling and chatting.  There was a gentle knock at the door and Jennifer's mom got up to answer it.

The three girls continued chatting happily about how they would soon be going to kindergarten when Jennifer's mom called from the hallway.

"Girls.  It's the daycare crocodile.  Get your jackets on please."

There was a mad dash from Jennifer and Sarah but Molly was perplexed.  What was a daycare crocodile?  She got up and suddenly dashed upstairs.  She needed her teddy bear as it had the device in it.  She grabbed it.  Took one last look at her cute reflection and then scrambled back down the stairs.  She looked at the coat rack and saw a thick red jacket with brown toggle buttons and a brown bear embroidered on the pocket.  As both Sarah and Jenny had their jackets on she guessed that one was hers and she pulled it down and put it on.

  Jenny's mom gave each of the girls a kiss on the forehead and pushed them out the door into the company of a woman probably 30 years old wearing a bright orange jacket that said Sunshine Bay Daycare.  It was the daycare just down the street.  Molly had passed it quite often when walking to Jennifer's house but had never stepped inside.

"Hi girls!  All ready for a day of play and learning"

The woman said in an overly chirpy manner reserved for young children.  Molly felt silly but secretly liked her tone, Sarah simply nodded as she held Molly's hand and Jennifer just scoffed.  Molly noticed two other similarly dressed adults with the high visibility jackets on, and outside Jennifer's front garden gate stood a line of teenagers standing in pairs, with each pair holding hands.

"Well girls get to your places please.  You should know the drill by now. "

Molly didn't understand what was going on, but Jennifer wandered off to stand beside a teenage girl dressed in a denim set of overalls.  It took Molly a second to recognise the blonde cheerleader. She was in their chemistry class. Jennifer held the cheerleader's hand.  A quick scan of the entire line of teenagers showed that Molly recognised the majority of them as being from her school.  Her reality altering device had effected everyone.  Every single teenager was at a younger stage of development because of her request.  

She held her teddy bear tighter in one of her hands, the other one still held Sarah's hand as Sarah led Molly into the standing line of teenagers.  Had Molly done something terrible, or something wonderful in changing reality?  Was she being selfish?  She would allow herself one more day of this sort of treatment and then put it back the way it was.  No-one would remember once it had been all returned to normal.  The day care assistant moved to the front of the queue as Sarah led Molly into their place in the line up.

"Okay, everyone in the crocodile.  Off we go."

The assistant waved her hands forward and began to walk.  The teenagers fell into step behind with two other daycare attendants in the back.  Molly was fairly smart and she had realised now that the crocodile was what the line was referred to.  She felt quite small being chaperoned.  She couldn't remember the last time she had been accompanied anywhere by an adult.  Her parents had treated her quite grown up from a fairly early age and she had grown to meet that expectation.  So to suddenly feel like she was being treated like a kid was a real treat.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the Daycare and as they stepped through the large high gates the pairs split up and rushed towards the front doors, pouring into the building  and playing in the front yard, yelling and laughing and causing general bedlam.
Jennifer came up to Molly and Sarah. She smiled at Molly.

"What should we do first?"

Molly didn't know what there even was to do.  She had never stepped inside, but obviously because Sarah and Jennifer's memories had altered to fit their new reality they knew this place better.

"What do you want to do Sarah?"

  Molly asked, taking the pressure off herself.

"I want to colour in!  That's my favourite"

  Sarah said excitedly.  This seemed to appease Jennifer and she nodded happily.

"Lets go then before all the decent crayons are chewed!"

Jenny laughed as she then bolted for the main entrance leaving her two teenage friends in the dust.

"HEY!  WAIT FOR US!"  Molly yelled and ran after her with Sarah close behind.

Molly ran into the main day room and stopped dead in her tracks causing Sarah to pile down on top of her from behind.  Causing both girls to land in a crumpled heap.

"Hey?  Why did you stop?"

Sarah complained rubbing her back to ease the pain of the fall.

But Molly hadn't heard her,  she was staring in wonderment at the room.  She didn't have any younger siblings and only the vaguest of memories of herself at a toddler age so had no concept of what to expect but this was beyond anything she could have hoped for.
The room was large and airy with brightly coloured pictures and paintings on the wall, clearly done by kids at the daycare.  There were toys everywhere and the large room was marked into obvious sections with one corner having large comfy looking beanbags and cushions beside a large bookcase full of children's stories.  Another corner hosted some cribs and mats probably for nap time. There was an area for playing dress-up with a large wendy house and dress up box with dolls and fake food and such.  There was also an indoor sand trough and water trough with a large waterwheel.  Up against one wall was a changing table, there was also a large playpen and desks dotted the room with various arts and crafts going on.  It was amazing and she just sat there on her butt staring at the room.  

Jennifer was jumping up and down agitatedly at one of the furthest tables and Molly could see pens and crayons sprawled across the table top.  She pushed herself back up and still holding tight onto her teddy with the reality altering device safely tucked away inside, she walked over to the table. Jennifer was already flicking through a colouring book.  

"I'm gonna colour this"

  She said holding the picture up to show a garden scene with a happy caterpillar on a fence and some equally happy flowers smiling at it.

"That's a good picture"  

Molly agreed as she pulled some blank paper towards her.

"I'm gonna draw a picture for my Mommy"

She said happily as she reached out for a green crayon, feeling happy as she settled into her new role at daycare.  It was interrupted by Jennifer.

"Mommy?  Mommy? "  She broke into laughter. "What are you a baby?  I stopped calling my mom Mommy years ago"

Jennifer wasn't looking at Molly, she was actually concentrating on colouring in inside the lines of her picture, and she wasn't being too successful about it, but Jennifer's derisive comments brought Molly back to reality with a bump.  

She wasn't actually a baby, she was still a teenager.   Molly had just been feeling so relaxed and so happy to be doing toddler things that she had slipped into old childish terms.  She felt her face flush red at being caught out and buried her face into her pink plush teddy bear.  She suddenly lost interest in colouring in. Feeling a little deflated.  She looked around the room for something else to do.  The reading corner looked interesting, she'd like to read some of the kids books but suddenly remembered that she couldn't read any more.  That made her smile return.  She could at least go look at the pictures.  She looked at her two friends concentrating.

"Hey i'm gonna go...."

Before Molly could finish her sentence one of the workers approached the table.

"Hi girls, have you all gone potty this morning?"  She asked brightly.

"Potty?" Molly asked quizzically.  

Sarah slipped down off of her chair.

"I need to go please."

Jennifer looked up and sighed putting her crayons down, slightly annoyed by the interruption.

"Yeah I gotta go as well."

Molly confounded by what was going on but not wanting to be left by herself nodded meekly in response.  The worker pointed over to a red door.

"Come on then, lets get you guys all sorted out"

  With that the four headed for the red door.  The worker pushed it open and Molly saw that it was a bathroom with a few toilets and sinks and a couple of large red plastic potty chairs. There was also a pull down baby changing table but it was massive. Big enough for any of the teenagers to sit up and lay down on quite comfortably. Molly stared at it.  The cogs in her brain turning.

Jennifer rushed over to one of the potty chairs, pulled down her pull-ups and sat down.  Molly was shocked but Jennifer simply stuck her tongue out at Molly.  

"You should have been quicker if you wanted this one"

  She mocked as she concentrated on using the potty.
Sarah too had run over to the second one and after fumbling with her overalls for a moment had managed to pull them down and was sat on her potty.  There were only two potties so Molly was left standing with the daycare worker. Whilst her friends finished their business.  She suddenly realised she was wetting herself and looked down at her crotch.   No wet patch appeared because of her pull-ups but she could feel they were now heavier and warm.  She blushed as Jennifer pulled herself from the potty and pointed at the contents.

"I did it!  I did it!"

She admitted proudly to the daycare worker who smiled and ruffled Jennifer's hair.

"Well done Jennifer.  You'll be out of pull-ups in no time what so ever!"

  The worker took the potty and flushed the contents down the nearby toilet, rinsed it out and put it back on the floor.

"Your turn Molly."

  Molly looked miserable as she unbuckled her overalls, not wanting to reveal that she had wet herself but having no choice.  She dropped her overalls to the ground.

"Oh dear.  Looks like somebody had an accident.  not to worry, after your potty break we'll get you all freshened up"  

The worker smiled at Molly as Molly shuffled forward and sat on the potty.  It was still fairly warmed from Jennifer having been sat there moments before.  The worker turned to Jennifer and Sarah who had just gotten up and was buckling her own overalls back up..

"Now that you two are done you can carry on playing.  Your little friend will be popping back in a moment once I have her clean and dry again"

Jennifer needed no more encouragement and headed out.  Sarah gently moved from foot to foot for a few moments before finally making a decision and following Jennifer out leaving Molly alone with the daycare attendant watching her make her bowel movements.

The door opened and a different daycare worker came in carrying a crying 16 year old girl,  she was placed on the pull down changing table and the worker proceeded to strip the girl of a very heavily soiled diaper.  Molly's eyes were as big as saucers, she couldn't believe this was happening right in front of her.  The girl on the mat was still crying but the worker gently shushed her, stroking the crying girls hair reassuringly as she cleaned the girls private area.  Soon the worker was cooing and tickling her girl as she pulled a clean thick fresh disposable diaper over the girls crotch.  The girl herself was much happier and was giggling through the fingers she sucked on now that the soiled diaper was gone.  Once the diaper change was over the worker plucked the teenager back off the table and with a brief smile at Molly and her carer she left.

Molly wanted that.

  That sort of love and attention.  Her heart felt jealous of what she had just witnessed and she stared at the empty doorway where the carer and girl had been moments before.  She got up off the potty knowing what she needed to do.

"Well done Molly for using the potty.  Who's a big girl!"

  Molly glared at the woman.  She didn't want to be a big girl.  Everyone was always trying to push her forward.  Even Jennifer kept referring to herself as being older and bigger than she actually was.  Molly just wanted to be free from peoples expectations.  The worker moved past Molly to pick up the potty and as the woman did so, Molly dug around in the back of her teddy bear and pulled the digital voice recorder from the inside, without hesitation her thumb plunged down on the button.

"Teenagers my age are no where near potty training age"

The darkness swamped her and she felt that horrible roller coaster sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.  She closed her eyes and hugged her bear tight as the feeling passed and the air around her returned to normal.  The daycare worker smiled at Molly and Molly shyly returned the smile.

"There, now you can go play with your friends now that you're in a nice clean and dry diaper."

The worker patted Molly's butt quite hard, producing a loud bass sort of sound.  Molly barely felt the impact.  She looked down at herself and realised she was still wearing her overalls but that they now had snaps in the crotch and her waist looked really bulky.  She poked her middle experimentally and heard the distinctive rustle of a disposable diaper.  She looked at the daycare assistant one more time then toddled for the door.  The thickness of the diaper made walking much trickier than before.  Molly knew instantly that she liked the sensation.

Back out in the main room she scanned the area for her two friends and saw them back at the colouring table scribbling away.  She waddled up to them, hugging her teddy close and smiled.

Jennifer was leaning over the table trying to grab a crayon just out of her reach.  Her dress was short enough that she managed to accidentally flash her own padded behind to the room, but it wasn't a concern of hers.  She hadn't even realised she had done it.  Molly smiled.  It made Jennifer look really cute.

"Don't you guys want to do something different?"

  She asked questioningly wanting to try pretty much everything in the room, since she had decided that tomorrow she would reverse everything she had done.
Sarah looked up.

"What do you want to do Molly?"

Molly looked around and noticed some 15 year old teenagers playing in an oversized playpen  Molly pointed over at that area.

"Lets go play with those kids"

Jennifer looked over and quickly shook her head.  Her voice full of pity and sarcasm.

"Molly.  We're not stupid babies like that lot.  We can play safe perfectly well. We're practically kindergarten kids now.  We can't start mingling with the ones who are THAT infantile.  They're just boring."

Molly felt sad.

"They're not stupid or boring.  I think they're kinda cute"

  She said in the younger teenagers defence.  She felt a little angry that it seemed to be that no matter how young or innocent she tried to make her life, Jennifer would be there to knock her back into reality.  She just wanted that cute and happy life where she was the centre of someone's attention.  Where she could be loved unconditionally without prejudice or any kind of expectations.  She hugged her teddy bear.  She looked at it.  She knew what she had to do.

She unzipped the zip and pulled out the device.  Pressing the button immediately so that reality was paused.  Molly looked around, at her two friends who were still drawing, and then over at the three kids who were in the playpen.

"Teenagers my age enjoy playing with baby toys.  They don't mind being in playpens.  It's for their own safety."

The blackness swamped her. She was getting used to the feeling and as she felt reality return she suddenly realised she was looking through bars. She was in a playpen.  She stepped backwards and accidentally stumbled over a large soft chew block, wobbling for a second she suddenly plummeted to her butt, but the  combination of the soft matting of the playpen and her stupidly thick diaper meant that the fall didn't hurt, if anything it made her giggle.  There were six or seven other teenagers in the pen, it was big enough that it wasn't a squash.  Jennifer and Sarah were there too.  

Jennifer was mashing at a simplistic Barney the dinosaur toy.  Every time she pressed the button Barney would pop up causing Jennifer to giggle with glee.  She would then press him back into the hole he had popped out from and press the button again, causing him to pop our again and her to giggle again.  She clapped her hands in happiness and pushed Barney back in.

Sarah was stacking blocks, her tongue stuck out in intense concentration.  Molly noticed that as Sarah was staring at her construction trying to work out what to place where next, she was also chewing on one of the blocks in her hand.  Molly just wanted to pick Sarah up and hug her so tightly, she looked really vulnerable and cute and just like a little toddler girl.  It was only looking down at herself that Molly realised she must have looked fairly similar.  She had her teddy bear tucked under one arm and her other hand held a cute pink plastic rattle.  She shook it manically causing both her friends to look up.

"Hey can I play with that?"

  Sarah asked excitedly. Molly shook her head.  It was her toy.  She didn't want to share.

"Oh please" Sarah begged.

Molly continued to shake her head and shook her rattle at the same time.

"I'll share my blocks."  Sarah said desperately.

  The bartering gave Molly a few moments worth of hesitation and then she gave in.

  "Okay.  Lets swap"

The two girls switched places so that Molly was now the one building the block tower.   Sarah now had possession of the rattle and she shook it and squealed in delight at the noise she was making.

Molly  looked over at Jennifer to ask if she wanted to help and noticed Jennifer was now chewing on a set of multi-coloured plastic keys and that she had a  daydream sort of look to her face, like she was imagining herself some place entirely different.

"Jenny.  You okay?"

Jennifer nodded as she chewed on her toy absently.  She pulled the keys from her mouth.

"Yeah i'm okay, although i'm soggy now."

  She said with a giggle, pulling up her dress to show that her disposable diaper was indeed now soaked between her thighs.  A daycare worker was passing the playpen as Jennifer did this and saw what had happened.

"Uh oh!  Does someone need her diapee changing?  Come here then sweetie and i'll get you all snug and dry again"  

Without question Jennifer waddled over to the edge of the playpen bars and the daycare worker hoisted Jennifer out and carried her to a baby changing table all the while cooing encouragement to the teenager that she would be all sorted out in just a short while.  Molly watched her friend as she was laid on the table. She was  shocked that Jennifer had just wet herself quite happily in front of everyone.  Jennifer was smiling as  she continued to chew on the plastic keys and the worker cleaned her up, lifted her legs up so that her bottom could be dusted with talc and then she was lowered onto a fresh fluffy disposable diaper and was taped securely in.  The worker picked Jennifer back up off the table and gave the teenager a large hug before setting her down on her feet.

"You can run around for a bit while I see to your friends okay?"

  The worker beamed at Jennifer and Jennifer nodded and ran up to the bars of the playpen.

"I get to play outside the pen.  HA HA!"

She said and stuck her tongue out before running round and round in circles in front of Molly and Sarah.  The daycare worker smiled and walking up to the large bars again she beckoned to Molly.  Molly toddled over, hiding slightly behind her pink teddy bear.  The worker lifted Molly from the playpen and laid her down on her back on the carpet.  Un-popping a couple of the poppers in the crotch of her overalls the worker stuck her index finger between the leg elastic of Mollys diaper and retracted it quickly.  She did the poppers back up, and lifted Molly back onto her feet.

"It's okay Molly you're still dry so you can go play."

Jennifer took this opportunity to grab Molly's hand and run around, Molly had no choice but to run with her older friend round the room as the worker lifted Sarah from the pen and checked the state of Sarah's diaper by pulling the back of Sarah's waistband to look in..

"Oh my!  Someone made a big mess didn't she."

The worker said to Sarah.  Sarah looked confused for a moment before the smell hit her, she nodded shyly.  Molly had let go of Jennifer's hand.  Had Sarah pooped herself?
  
The worker picked Sarah up and carried her over to the changing table to strip the teenager of her messy diaper.  Soon Sarah too was lowered to the floor, with a gentle pat to her freshly diapered behind Sarah was ushered over to her friends. The daycare assistant smiled at all three teenagers.

"Now play nice for a little while longer okay,  it's almost lunchtime and then you guys all get to go for a nice nap."

  She ruffled Molly's hair and then walked off to see if any other kids needed tending to.

Molly turned her attention straight to Sarah, feeling a bit perverted for asking her friend the question that was in her mind but unable to rest until she knew the answer.

"Errr...Sarah?"

Sarahs blue eyes looked at Molly questioningly.

"yes?"

"Did you not even know you were...poopy?"

  Before Sarah could answer Jennifer cut in.

"Yeah.  I mean I know when I get wet or messy.  You can tell cause it feels all squishy and bumpy"

Jennifer smiled in a egotistical way.  Proud of herself for being more advanced than her friend.  Molly had to grin knowing that less that 24 hours ago Jennifer would have baulked at the idea of wetting her pants and now she was bragging that she wet and pooped herself but recognised when she needed her diaper changed.  It was quite a stark contrast.  Sarah simply shook her head at the question.

"I guess cause i'm a little younger than you guys I...I haven't got that far yet I guess.."

  She mumbled to the floor feeling a bit down that she wasn't quite as great as her friends.  Molly patted Sarah's arm.

"It's okay.  I mean we're all friends and stuff and well...don't worry about it.  I hardly know when i've gone number twos either."

  This was actually a lie, Molly hadn't even wet herself since the new reality altering had happened and she was back full time in diapers, but her lie had it's intended effect and Sarah's face brightened.

"Great so what you're saying is I have two smelly babies as my friends"  Jennifer giggled, not in a mean way, just in a teasing way.

Molly grinned

"Yeah well we may be smelly babies but there's two of us and when we catch you we're gonna tickle you to death."

  She said as she began to run towards Jennifer.  Jennifer screamed in mock terror and turned to run.  She didn't look where she was running and ploughed straight into a younger teenage boy who was strapped into an oversized baby walker.  The tray of the baby walker was just at the right height for Jennifer's stomach and it knocked the wind out of her for a moment. She crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath.  Molly had seen what had been about to happen, but it had all happened so quickly that she had been unable to prevent it.  

"Jenny!  Are you okay?"

The boy in the walker had started to cry from the shock of being jolted like that.  Jenny too had tears in her eyes but she blinked them back angrily and clambered to her feet.

"Why are you crying booger breath!  Dumb baby getting in my way.  Go drool some place else."

Jennifer scowled and kicked one of the wheels of the teenage sized baby walker.  Causing the boy to wail louder.

"What's going on?"

  A stern voice from behind caused all three girls and the boy to turn to look at a daycare worker who had quite a concerned expression on their face.

"This stupid baby almost killed me!"

  Jennifer complained, huffing with her arms crossed over her boobs in a stereotypical sulk.

"Jennifer, you need to be careful around those who are learning to walk.  You can't be reckless around them."
"I wasn't being..."

"No back chat young lady or you'll be in time out."

Jennifer went red with anger.

"HEY!  I didn't do anything wrong! It was him"

  She pointed wildly at the walker boy.  Her angry tone of voice was enough for the daycare worker though as Jennifer was grabbed by the wrist and led over to a corner.

"Ooh Jennifer is going on the naughty chair"  Sarah said with hushed horror.

Jennifer kicked and screamed and protested her innocence, but her temper tantrum only sealed her punishment.  Molly and Sarah watched from their original spots beside the walker teenager as Jennifer was made to sit on a small wooden stool facing into the corner.  Molly could hear the Daycare worker scolding Jenny and she felt bad for her friend.  Still Jennifer didn't have to be so mean.  She looked at the boy in the walker.

"Are you okay?"

The boy nodded meekly and tottered unstably away from the two remaining girls.

Molly watched him leave.  Maybe if Jennifer was at his level then she wouldn't be that mean.  She pulled the device from her bear without another thought and pushed the button.

"Teenagers my age are only just learning to walk"

She did like the idea of getting a shot in that baby walker.  She closed her eyes and waited for the blackness to swamp her.  She let the air settle back to normality before she opened her eyes and found herself sat with Sarah and Jennifer back in the playpen.  They had only just gotten out of here.  She pushed herself to her feet and then her knees buckled under her and she flopped back down onto her bottom.

It was such a strange sensation to not have the strength in her legs to hold her body up.  She giggled and tried again.  She managed to stand but the minute she tried to take a step she just collapsed in a giggling heap.  Giving up Molly crawled over to where Sarah and Jennifer were playing and she sat there sucking on the ear of her teddy bear, the device still held safe within.  A happy content smile on her lips as she watched her friends play.  Today was shaping up to be one of the best days of her life.
Originally this was going to be a one part story. Then it was going to be a 2 part story, but pressing on for 6000 words theres still tonnes more of this story to go so i've split it into 3.
So expect a third part

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Injection of Maturity

Evangelion AR Story

Akagi Ritsuko sighed, looking into the living room of her
apartment. one who would look into the room would guess that
either a small party or a miniature tornado had flown through
there. Of course, Ritsuko knew better. Setting her hands on her
hips, she would slowly step into the room, observing the empty
beer cans and random snack wrappers that littered the table and
floor. Nearby, a soft snoring could be heard. As she picked up
empty beer cans to be thrown away, she peeked over to see one of
her only good friends, Katsuragi Misato, limbs sprawled out into
several different directions and mouth wide open, passed out in
a drunken stupor.

Indeed, she had been expecting this. More and more recently,
Misato had been coming over to "hang out" with Ritsuko. While at
first Ritsuko was touched by the sentiment, she soon came to
find out that "hanging out" was code for getting absolutely
smashed and watching television. While it was somewhat nice to
have regular conversation outside of work, the constant visits
were now starting to draw on her nerve a bit. The constantly
having to clean up after her when she inevitably fell asleep
didn't help the matter either.

The last straw, though, came on this particular night. She had
walked over to grab the nearby trash can, to do what felt like
her tenth or so clean up this week. She had been bending down to
throw the empty alcohol cans and bottles away when something had
caught her attention. Misato had briefly stopped snoring, her
face looking a bit focused. Ritsuko watched her as she tensed
her body up a bit, as if bracing for some sort of impact.
Ritsuko, worried, went to go wake her up, wondering if she was
having a bad dream. She realized all too late, though, that
something much worse was happening.

She watched. in slight shock, as Misato's face relaxed, followed
by a hissing from down below. Ritsuko moved her head down to see
the shorts she was wearing become darker, followed closely by
the cushion below her. Ritsuko could only stand in stunned
silence as she watched warm urine start to both puddle around
her bottom and drip down the front of the sofa. It took her a
few moments to finish, the cause Ritsuko could only attribute to
the volume of alcohol she consumed tonight.

The next minute or so was simply silence, save the low buzz of
television fuzz that could be heard. Ritsuko simply stared at
the woman in wet pants, who was softly breathing now. This was
interrupted, of course, by Misato returning back to her regular
snoring, sounding a bit more intense than before. Ritsuko looked
down at the empty beer can she was holding before sighing,
letting it fall to the ground, along with the small trash can she was holding.

Slowly, she rose and walked away to her bedroom. She was
mentally fried at this point, and had no patience to deal with
what had just happened. She slowly took off her shirt and
unzipped her skirt before simply getting into bed, foregoing any
form of pajamas at this point. As she drifted off to what would
hopefully be blissful slumber, she thought of one thing.
"Something needs to be done" were the words that flowed through
her mind as she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day was just about as ordinary as the first. Ritsuko
woke up and slowly stretched before getting up. She peeked out
into the living room, to see if her wet friend was still there.
Misato had left, though stepping into the room, she would see
that the woman had come to realize what had transpired the night
before. She saw that the cushion had been flipped, and in the
nearby laundry hamper, she saw the same pair of short shorts
that Misato was wearing the night before, along with a pair of
yellow tinted panties hidden inside. Ritsuko let out another
deep sigh as she went to her bathroom, to wash up and get ready
for her day.

It wasn't until nearly two hours later that she finally arrived
at work. As she stamped her time card, though, she saw that a
certain purple haired lady had not yet arrived. And as usual,
she looked around a moment before taking Misato's time card as
well and stamping it in, setting it in the checked in section.
She then hurried off to the nearby elevator, going down to the
laboratories.

At this point, her and her team were tasked with the research of
stasis technology for extended travel periods with no negative
repercussions. In laymen terms, they were asked to find a way
to keep a person normal and healthy for a long period of time
without causing any lasting damage. She had been told this was
for extended space travel, but knowing how Gendoh had been ever
since Shinji had joined the Evangelion project, she could never
be too sure what it could be used for.

As she entered the research section of NERV, she briefly
reflected on what had been done so far. When first given the
job, they immediately looked into the possibility of forms of
Cryogenic freezing and suspended animation. The efforts were
fruitless, however, as the strain set on the body and mind
respectively were too much to humanely continue.

For many, it was considered a back to the drawing board
decision. Ritsuko, however, had decided to pursue her own
private research, based on the opposite of what they had been
studying before. While everyone had been studying on how to
reserve the outside of one's body, she thought that more
progress could be made by working with what was within.
She stepped off of the elevator, holding up her keycard to the
scanner. A few moments later, she was allowed entry, where she
immediately moved away and over to her station. She had begun
her experiment seven days ago, with results set to come in
today. And as she had hoped, there on her desk laid a manilla
envelope, stating her name and ID. She set her purse down to the
side before walking over, lifting and opening it to see what had
happened.

She looked through the graphs, that showed an hour by hour
progression after the multiple injections she had concocted were
given to different subjects. She also read the different notes
scribbled in by her associates. "Progression in subject five is
slow..." she mumbled as she flipped the pages, "shows slight
discomfort... yadda yadda..."

As she read through the first several pages, to say that she was
disappointed at the initial results was quite an understatement.
She had really thought she had caught on to something at this
point, and was actually sort of excited to see what would
happen. From what she was seeing, though, the data was less than
satisfactory. That is, of course, until she got to the fifth day
results. Her mouth nearly dropped open when she saw the large
spikes in the graphs, seeing the notes become more numerous and
hectic. She sat down, reading through them thoroughly.

It was amazing! Despite the slow start, this small experiment
had gone above and beyond what she had ever expected. Soon, she
had found herself at the last page, where she found the best
results of all. While she had simply wanted to find a way to
contain a person though long periods of time, she found that
these results not only did that, but so much more. Not only
that, but it also seemed quite easy to manage, as one could use
different volume measurements to control the intensity of the
results. At this thought, she quickly moved the papers to the
side before booting up her computer. She needed to do some
serious work to figure out exactly how much of these serums did
what.

Ritsuko had planned to begin immediately, but unfortunately, it
was cut off at the pass by the appearance of Misato, who had
appeared at her doorway, leaning against the frame. "Hey
Ritsuko-chan," she said casually to the blonde haired woman.
Ritsuko had not been expecting it, and she had jumped pretty
violently at the voice from behind her. Misato chuckled a bit,
slowly walking into the room. "What's up blondie?" she asked,
sitting on the end of the desk. Ritsuko reached up, grabbing the
folder and closing it, setting it aside. "Nothing" she quickly
said, turning back to her computer. Wanting to change the
subject, she peeked over to her before asking, "When did you get
in anyway? You left my place before me but got here after me.
Kind of a paradox, don'tcha think?"

Misato blushed, rubbing her head. "Oh, you know... I was a bit
hung over, so I decided to stop by home. You know, take a shower,
take some aspirin-"

"And get a change of clothing?" Ritsuko said over her shoulder,
working away at her computer. Even though she couldn't see her,
she knew that Misato had blushed deeply at the comment. "Oh,
yeah, um... I'm guessing you saw the clothes in your hamper?"
she asked, rubbing her head a bit more. Ritsuko nodded curtly,
continuing to stare at her computer screen. "Well than... Um...
Don't worry about it!" Misato quickly said, waving it off, "It's
nothing really... I guess I just... Perspired a bit last night,
and my clothes were a bit moist from sweat. You know, Just
decided to leave the dirty ones at your place and borrow some of
yours... I'll clean them and bring them back soon though"
While she was listening, Ritsuko didn't give any immediate
response. She simply stared at the screen in front of her,
studying the numbers and reading the data she had typed in.

There was a few moments of awkward silence, as both women were
deep in their own thoughts. It was broken, however, when Misato
rose from the desk, walking over. "Um... Everything alright?"
she asked, somewhat softer than what she was used to. Ritsuko
stayed still and silent for a moment before turning to her.
"Yes, I'm fine..." she said softly, looking up at her, "How
about we meet for lunch later? I would love to discuss with you
some of the stuff I am working on here with you."

Misato smiled a bit, nodding. "Yes, that sounds great!" she said
happily, turning to the door, "See you later!" She waved to
Ritsuko before leaving the room, heading off to work. Ritsuko
halfheartedly waved back to her, before simply staring at where
she stood, hand still in the air. After another moment, she
turned back to her screen, opening up a new file. "Katsuragi
Misato..." she said softly to herself before beginning to type
again, copying the name down at the top of her new project.

Several hours later, Misato was seen sitting in the lunch room,
casually sipping a soda. She looked at her watch before sighing,
leaning her head back to look at the ceiling. At that exact
moment, though, she looked right up at Ritsuko, who was standing
directly behind her. "Am I late?" she asked, walking around the
side  and sitting across from her. Misato shrugged, smiling a
bit as she took another sip of her drink. "Only a little. I
wouldn't expect a person like you," she said, looking to her and
smirking a bit.

Ritsuko raised her eyebrow, staring back. "Oh? Well, maybe you
don't know me as well as you think..." she said, slowly stirring
the little cup of coffee that she had in her hand. Misato
chuckled a bit at this comment, crossing her legs. "Really?
We've known each other for over a decade now! I think I know a
bit ore about you than you  think" she said, leaning casually
back in her seat and taking one last sip of her drink.
Ritsuko smiled a bit, amused as she watched her. Almost too
intently, it seems, as Misato peeked over  and smiled back
uncomfortably, going to stand up. "Hey, I'm gonna go get lunch.
You want anything?" she asked, getting ready to walk away.

Ritsuko quickly rose, grabbing her hand. "Oh no, let me... It'll
be my treat" she said, almost seductively, as she walked away.
Misato blushed a bit, but seemed more confused than anything as
she slowly sunk back down to her seat.

Lunch had gone fine that day, though Misato was a bit thrown off
when she had returned, not only with the salad that she usually
got, but also with a cup of warmed milk and a small cup of
applesauce. She went to question it, but Ritsuko simply brushed
it by stating that the soda machine was broken and that she
wanted to get her something sweet. Misato also found that she
sat right next to her instead of across the table, but she
ignored it, figuring she was having trouble hearing from across
the table.

After lunch, Misato rose and went to say goodbye to her friend.
She was stopped, however, when Ritsukoput her hand on her
shoulder and leaned in, whispering quietly, "Come with me... I
want you to see what I am working on now..." Misato blushed,
thrown off by the sudden closeness. "Um... Sure, as long as it
doesn't take long. I need to get some last repairs done on Eva
01 before the next attack" she replied softly before following
behind the blonde woman. As they entered the elevator, Misato
peeked over to the woman beside her. "What are you working on
anyway?" she asked, almost conversationally as she watched the
floor numbers drop down.

"Oh nothing special," Ritsuko replied casually, staring at the
elevator doors, "Simply some stasis experiments. I think you
will find the results to be quite interesting, however..."
Before Misato could reply to the mysterious words, the elevator
gave out a soft 'ding' before the doors slowly opened, revealing
the labs that Ritsuko was used to. She stepped out of the
elevator first, followed closely by Misato, who looked around
curiously.

Misato usually went straight from the elevator to Ritsuko's
office, so she never got to take a good look around this place.
It always seemed kind of dark and dreary down here, so she
avoided it when she could. As they walked through, she saw
different tables, filled with test tubes, note pads and various
equipment lying around. She could see a few people discussing
something as they observed the reaction of what she assumed were
different chemicals.

She felt herself redirected by Ritsuko, as they went into a room
entitled "Experiment Room M". Inside, she saw that it was very
plain, but very unlike the rest of the lab she saw. Inside,
there were several different tubes, all with different colored
liquids in them. She also saw a few chairs lined against the
back wall. The oddest thing, though, was the small animal cage
she saw sitting on the end of the table. Curiosity took a hold
of her as she stepped closer to investigate.

At first, it simply looked like a floor of wood chips, with a
small water feeder in the corner. Some movement caught her eye,
however, as she focused on a small spot right in the middle.
There, she saw a collection of tiny, hairless rodents, sleeping
in a small pile. She cooed a little bit before looking over at
Ritsuko, who was observing the liquids. "This is pretty
adorable! Are these what you wanted to show me?" she asked,
leaning back up. Ritsuko smiled, tapping one of the glasses. "In
a roundabout way, yes... Those were some subjects of our latest
experiment..."

Misato's smile faltered as she watched her intently watch the
chemicals mix. "Um... I see... Ritsuko, you know how I feel
about-" she started to protest a bit, but Ritsuko rose to full
stance, staring Misato in the eye. "Oh, I know... I wanted to
show you something I whole lot more... Beyond what you can see
with your eyes..." She walked forward, placing her hands on
Misato's arms. Misato blushed a bit, stuttering as she felt
herself being moved against her own volition. "B-but I don't-"
She began to speak again, but was quickly hushed up with a soft
touch of Ritsuko's fingers to her lips. She meekly obeyed,
though a strong sense of foreboding washed over her as they both
moved towards one of the chairs at the back of the room.

"Look, Ritsuko, I have to get back to work. I can't stay around
to help you!" Misato tried to reason, before feeling herself
being shoved backwards. She took a few shaky steps before
falling onto the soft seat of the chair. She went to rise again,
but Ritsuko leaned down softly, delivering a firm kiss to Misato's
lips.

Misato froze, in absolute shock at what was happening at that
moment. She was lost in her own head in a moment, before being
awoken by a soft tugging at her wrists. She pulled back, looking
down to find black straps tightly binding her wrists. She
started violently pulling, but there was no use. She looked back
up to Ritsuko, but found that she was now bending over in front
of her. As she felt a tug at her ankles, she knew what had just
transpired. In the span of about a minute, she had been set down
and secured to this chair, completely at Ritsuko's will. The
blonde woman slowly rose, lightly brushing Misato's chin.
"There, that should keep you nice and secure..." she said,
before walking back to the table.

"What... What are you going to do to me?" Misato asked softly,
fear now gripping her heart, stacking on top of the immense
confusion. Ritsuko picked up a pair of rubber gloves, putting
them on slowly. "I am going to reform you... Make you a better
person... From scratch" she said slowly, before picking up a
syringe, examining the tip. Misato's face instantly went white
when she saw the item in her hands, cringing back a bit in her
seat. "From... From scratch?" she repeated meekly, watching
Ritsuko suck up a pale yellow liquid through the needle. She
simply nodded, smiling almost devilishly as she walked over.

Misato tried her best to move herself as far away from Ritsuko
as possible. It was useless, of course, as she was stuck to her
fate. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut, not even
wanting to see what will happen. She felt her jacket being tugged
at, the collar being roughly pulled down far enough to reveal
her upper arm. Misato bit her lip tightly, tears forming in her
eyes, as she felt a cold material being rubbed on her arm. Then,
in a tense moment, she felt a small prick on her arm, before the
sickening sensation of something flowing into her arm. All she
could do was sit there, in dead silence, until the needle was
pulled from her arm.

She slowly opened her eyes back up, tears falling down her face
as she looked back up at the taller woman. She was simply
standing there, watching her. For several moments, there was
nothing but the dead silence filling the air. After a short
wait, however, she felt a deep gurgling emanating from her
abdominal area. It seemed like there was some form of upset
going on there, quickly confirmed by pressure forming in between
her legs. She squeezed her knees together as a prevention
method, but found it no use as the pressure simply built against
her.

All in a moment though, the pressure seemed to fade. It didn't
disappear, really, but to her, the feeling of pressure
disappeared to her almost completely. She could even feel her
leg muscles start to loosen, almost automatically in response to
the lack of impending trouble.

And all at once it happened. It started at a slow trickle, but
the floodgates couldn't stay closed for long. Before she knew
it, she could feel the stream of warm urine quickly flowing out
of her, running down her legs and collecting into the seat of
her pants. She sniffled loudly, tears freely falling now,
terrified at how her body's control seemed to be slipping away.
Before her, Ritsuko simply watched, a lit cigarette now in her
hand. "Interesting... Very interesting..." she stated, tapping a
bit of loose ash off of the small stick, "It's interesting to
see this in a human being... Well, no time to lose! Let's move
on!" She quickly turned her back, bending over the table,
looking at her notes before turning to the liquids again.

"No... No more..." Misato croaked, her head hanging as she
sobbed to herself. Ritsuko acted as if she didn't hear her as
she sucked up a vial of purple liquid into a new needle. She
turned around, slowly walking over before kneeling down in front
of the crying woman. She lifted her head up by the chin, looking
her directly in her red, puffy eyes. "I'm sorry dear," she said,
smiling a little bit, "But once it starts, there is no stopping
it..."

Immediately upon ending her statement, Misato shrieked loudly as
she felt the needle stabbed into her thigh. Ritsuko slowly
pressed down on the plunger, holding her leg in place before
slowly retracting the needle. She stood back up, throwing the
syringe away before picking her cigarette back up, watching
Misato as if she was an entertaining show.

Misato didn't have to wait too long for the results of this
particular injection. She could feel a weird twitching in her
thigh muscles, which seemed to spread both upwards and
downwards. Soon, her knees seemed to be feebly shaking, before
she felt them go numb. The same sensation seemed to pass up her
stomach and into her arms, the same weird twitching and moving
feeling following her, followed quickly by the numbness.

She grunted, trying to move her arms and legs. she found that
they seemed to be out of her control, however, there was
movement still going through them. Ritsuko observed her for a
moment before reaching down, slowly starting to let her arms
free. This is what Misato had wanted, of course, but it was too
late now. As her limbs were finally let go, they felt as if they
were oddly floaty, moving and jerking oddly under their own
powers. "What... What did you do?" she asked weakly, watching
her fingers oddly flex and move around on their own.

"In the simplest terms, I separated conscious and subconscious
muscle control. So, really, I untaught your control over your
limbs. They are working at an unconscious level, totally on
instinct" Ritsuko said, poking at her hand. The hand
instinctively reached out, squeezing the finger weakly. Misato
blushed at this, but was unable to stop herself from doing it.
"See?" Ritsuko said, removing the girl's grip, "just like a
harmless baby... Oops, did I just give away the ending?"
She chuckled a bit to herself, sounding quite mad, as she turned
her back again, watching the tall test tubes bubble.

Misato watched her for a moment before looking back down at her own
limbs. Her legs were lifting up and kicking out a bit, random
spasms causing them to move. This made her feel a little sick
and extremely scared. Her body seemed to pick up on these
feelings, though, and before she could even think to stop it,
her hand balled up into a fist, thumb extended, before shoving
itself into her mouth. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden
intrusion, but despite her best attempts, she could not dislodge
it. All she could do is sit there and softly suck on it, waiting
for what was to come.

"Aww, isn't that precious?" Ritsuko said, causing Misato to jump
and her ass to squish. Ritsuko was already standing there, new
syringe with green liquid now in her hand. "And convenient as
well! This should keep you nice and quiet for these last shots"
she said, stepping forward. She bent over slightly, the needle
hovering close. She knew where it was heading, but all she could
do at this point was close her eyes and wait for it. With a
small prick, the felt the needle enter the side of her neck, a
hot wave of pain passing through her. She could only squeeze her
eyes, half gnawing on her thumb, until the pain finally subsided
and the syringe was retracted.

"...Well?" Ritsuko said, throwing the needle into a bin before
turning back to her, "Don't you have anything to say? You
usually have some quip or complaint to say after one of them...
Please, speak your mind" Her voice seemed almost sarcastic now
as she stared into the soft eyes of her best friend. Misato
fought for a bit and finally pried her thumb out of her mouth,
free to speak her mind. "I don't like it! I want... you to...
stop... this..." she said, noticing that her speech was slowing
down, "What... You do... me..."

"Hm? What was that? I didn't really catch that last part"
Ritsuko said, sarcastically putting her hand to her ears.
"You... Wong... What..." she started to say, but stopped
abruptly. It felt as if her tongue was large and in the way, her
words not really coming out as she wanted them to. "Wha...
Happa... Hababa..." She tried to say, but the more she attempted
to speak, the less sense she was making. As a line of drool
started to fall down her lips, she made one last attempt to yell
at the woman. Sadly, it only came out as random gibberish and
baby like sounds, drool falling wildly from her lips. Ritsuko
giggled madly at this, reaching down and taking her jacket to
wipe her mouth. "Don't worry dear, this one isn't as
complicated... It's just a strong muscle relaxant on your mouth
and vocal center... I untaught you how to speak!" she stated,
turning away to her table of liquids.

Misato attempted to peek over her, to see how much more agony
she would have to endure. From where she was sitting, there only
stood one last test tube. In it was a very bright white liquid,
almost seeming to shine. Ritsuko picked it up, sucking it up
into a larger syringe before turning back to her. "Well, this is
it. The last step, my dear girly... Are you ready?" she asked,
staring Misato directly in the eyes. Misato shrunk back a bit,
but all that came out was a small whimper, along with what
looked like a spit bubble. "I'll take that as a yes" she said,
before moving behind her.

Misato couldn't see what she was doing, but she felt her grab
her head and point it down at the ground. At the last moment,
she knew where the last injection was going, and let out a last
shriek before the needle was unceremoniously jabbed into the
base of her neck.

For one instant, Misato felt an immense pain, like one never
felt before in her life. She cried out for that one moment,
wanting this all to end, however it might happen.

The next second, however, things changed. The pain subsided
rather quickly, and for that moment, she was suddenly hit with
an intense wave of pleasure. It was as if every pore, every
nerve in her body was sighing in relief and gratitude. Her mouth
slowly curled up into a smile as she felt the needle pulled from
her, the woman stepping back.

Misato simply stared at the room, smiling stupidly. From her
point of view, nothing seemed bad anymore. It was like she was
induced with a hallucinogenic drug, but instead of visions, it
was as if her entire perception had changed. The room was not as
dreary as before, the needles not as scary. It was as if she was
looking at the world through new eyes. Maybe that was it,
though. Maybe these were new eyes!

It was like a new life was being reborn in her body. She looked
down at her hands and feet, seeing them moving in spasms. This
had to be it! She was newly born, so no control was over her.
She was completely free! She let out a happy coo as she stared
at her hands. To her, they seemed smaller, but it didn't matter.
The concept of big and small seemed to float away in the breeze
as she now flapped her oversized jacket cuff, giggling at the
movements and sound it made. Her legs swung over the ends of the
chair, now short enough not to touch the floor. She giggled in a
new high pitched voices, waving her arms up and down, now barely
reaching the elbow. She was small and happy, and that was the
only thing that mattered to her.

From Ritsuko, however, she saw a different story. She saw a girl
that seemed barely a toddler now, seeming happier than she had
ever seen the adult Misato. After another moment or so, she saw
the little girl's head fall back into the collar of her shirt,
before the little lump fell back on the seat. She moved back
around to the front of the chair, moving everything away,
revealing a naked little babe, probably only a few days old, if
that. She was laying back and cooing softly, staring back up at
Ritsuko with a curious look. Ritsuko smiled down happily at her,
reaching down and lifting her up. The now infant Misato returned
that toothless smile, reaching up at her face. "See? That wasn't
so bad... And you are new again! You can live your life again
and be happy! And you will be happy..." she said, softly
cradling her as she walked to the door, "because Mama Ritsuko
will raise your right this time..."
Alright, here is my newest commission, this time not by micman, but by :icongeistis:. It is a Neon Genesis Evangelion story about Misato's lack of maturity and Ritsuko's crazy way of dealing with it. Just as a warning, it might be a tad bit darker than one is used to. Hope you enjoy!

Still open for commissions!

PS Sorry for the weird format. Don't know how to fix it
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