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To be honest, I was briefly worried about Fred. Tessa came to the rescue, which was great, even though I wonder if she could be in several places at once as a holographic AI. I wasn't surprised that Carly was able to save herself. I love how villains always think they're going to win and happily reveal their plans. And to everyone reading this comment: LIKE THE CHAPTER, IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO GET 45 LIKES.  

Chapter 199: Not Without a Fight  BETH WAS DISAPPOINTED to see that she missed the distorted face! But at least it forced the assailant to duck down. Unfortunately, her shot also weakened the door further! A second later, when another face peeked up, Nikki got a shot off and managed to send that one to the ground with a grunt! Just then, Beth heard a whine as something spun up, and felt her stomach plummet as an electrical discharge suddenly passed through the door and struck the field! It lit up with little sparks and arcs, creating a pulsing rhythm that grew faster and faster, ending with a high-pitched squeal before a loud pop made her ears ring! “That’s it!” one of the men said and must have thrown his weight against the door, sending it flying open! Beth made eye contact with one of them, even as she began rapidly pulling the trigger and spraying bolts toward the men! She saw one drop from her shot, even as Nikki must have gotten two more. Suddenly, though, something flew through the air and landed right in front of the tub they were covering in. Wordlessly, Nikki threw her body on top of Beth to protect her, and she screamed as a loud blast and a bright light filled the room! Nikki’s weight felt different then… She was heavier. It took her a moment to register the change that Nikki was now dead weight! She gasped, and Beth felt panic fully engulf her as she worried she was dead!!! She wanted to try to crawl out from under her heavy bodyguard, but knew it was better to play as if she were immobile at this point. She managed to slip her tiny pulse gun under her shirt and into her bra just before the heavy bodyguard was lifted out. “Got her!” The man said. Beth looked at where the man’s face should be, but noted the pixelated and scrambled mess that greeted her. It was incredibly disconcerting! “Grab the brat, and let’s go!” The man said. Beth did everything she could to wriggle free, and she bit the man’s arm that landed beside her face! She even managed to land a couple of good punches and kicks to his sides and stomach in rapid succession. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to make it through his body armor, and in the end, he gripped her tightly like a misbehaving toddler and began carrying her out of the room. She couldn’t help but notice that Shelby’s door was caved in, as was Carly’s. The others seemed untouched for some reason, but as they rounded the staircase, she felt her heart drop at the sight of Fred. He was lying still on the ground with blood oozing from a wound to his head!   I HAD SEEN approximately two seconds of color and felt some weird sounds coming in like the auradots had, when ‘connection established’ flashed in the HUD, and my world turned into my Sphere room instead!!! ‘Thank God!’ I thought to myself. I rapidly activated a console and frantically tried to see if my internal unit could connect with the WombView unit to shut it down. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the connections were wide open, and a few tricks Grandma had shown me let me quickly gain control of the device. I shut it down in a way that I was certain should permanently disable the existing circuits, and breathed a small sigh of relief. ‘I’m not certain it couldn’t somehow do damage…’ I thought. ‘Mom said her nanites should filter hypnosis, but I have no desire to test her on that!’ I had no time to waste, though, and quickly reestablished a connection to the cameras that had been recklessly placed in the office as a security risk. “How long until she’ll be ready to transport?” Marshal Morales asked nervously. “A minute should probably do it, but just to be safe, we’ll wait fifteen minutes. Then we can take the hood off, and she’ll be as compliant as a newborn?” Emaly answered. “Would she be partially cooked sooner?” she asked. “Questionable, better not to risk it,” Shapiro told her. “Wendy, you probably should get back to the nests and have a ‘meeting’ with the nest mothers. Obviously, several had to have been complicit for that much internal footage to have gotten out.” “I’m not so sure,” Morales said. “Doctor Westerfield is incredibly talented. Everything in her file indicates she would have had no problem getting to it. You all had the cameras in there; all someone had to do was hack the server storing the footage.” “Either way, go ensure they’re going to behave!” Shapiro told Chester. “Got it, make sure you get her away from here soon, Mel. The longer you have her, the more likely someone is to come to get her back,” Chester responded. “Not likely with what’s going on at Amanda’s house,” Morales said as the door closed. “She should be finally taken care of?” Shapiro asked her. “She should be,” Morales said. “I couldn’t believe how badly she neglects all of the Littles at her house. She has no business being a mother!” My blood boiled as I heard all of this. I pulled away from the feed to try to contact Grandma. She answered to my surprise! “Grandma!” “Carly?!?” She asked. “How are you calling?” “Through my Sphere connection. Grandma, I’m in Shapiro’s office…” “We know… she’s locked down the admin building completely, though, so it’s taking us some time to override the locks.” “Chester should be walking out in a second,” I told her, “If you can catch the door while she’s going…?” “On it!” Grandma told me. “You get that, Evans?” I heard a muffled, “Yes,” and some other gibberish. “Grandma! There’s more! Something is going on at your house! ” Grandma scowled at that, “I know, we’re working on that too. I’m here for you first, though, since no one else is going to be able to help you. Just sit tight a little longer…” “Grandma, you have to also let the marshals know that Morales is involved! She’s in the room with me!” Right then, I noted the window that Evans was looking out of. Shapiro and Emaly followed. “I’ve got to go,” I told her, even as you could see she was genuinely surprised by that knowledge and wanted to ask questions! I exited the main SphereVerse then and activated the HUD. It was able to overlay a view of the mask’s exterior, so I could still see. I kept my head forward, though, as I began pulling my hands free of the restraints that had inexplicably loosened, taking advantage of the time while they were distracted to remove the harness!   “LET’S GO!” THE lead man said. The man carrying Beth started down the staircase, going two at a time, but suddenly stumbled when the lights flooded on! “Shit!” he said, stumbling and dropping Beth in the process of trying to catch his momentum. He managed to stay upright, even as Beth’s body was flung down the last four steps and landed beside Fred! She groaned in pain, but her hand had landed near the energy weapon she’d concealed. With nothing to lose, she pulled it out and shot the man who had been carrying her and was rewarded by watching him crash to the ground. The leader turned and glared at her, his own weapon suddenly raised, “God damnit! This mission was a cluster, but you, little girl, are going to be getting…” Right as he was about to say something, Beth saw Tessa materialize in between them and watched her slam her fist straight into the man’s head! He went flying across the room and crashed into a cabinet along the wall! Tessa wasted no time in rounding on another of the men and attacking him too with some sort of energy pulse, and then punching another guy into the next room. She took one look at Beth and Fred and said, “We need to get you to safety!” She told her. Tessa scooped Beth up like she’d been carried by the other man, then did something to generate a gurney under Fred. “This way,” she told her while holding her like an upset toddler. A couple of quick turns led them to the pool room, and she pushed into one of the changing rooms as a back wall and a hidden metal door slid open. “In here,” she told her. “There’s a medkit there; use the scanner on Fred. I’m going to take care of making sure these monsters don’t get away!” Beth watched in shock as the hologram disappeared, then turned to Fred. She was relieved to see he was breathing, but the sound was ragged, and she noted the blood was still oozing from a head wound. She opened the kit and found the scanner. It was one of the self-treating emergency units that every high school kid back home was taught how to use. All she had to do was use the pair of scissors to rip open Fred’s shirt and place the palm-sized NanoAid device on top of his heart. On top was a green button that she pressed to activate. A projection of a display appeared above his chest, and a voice announced, “NanoAid scan beginning. Please keep clear of the patient during the scan.” Beth anxiously watched as a light rapidly shot from the top of Fred, down to his feet. She was glad he was breathing at least, but it was raspy, and she was terrified then! Adrenaline kept her from screaming right then as it said, “Scan complete. Patient is suffering from Blunt Force Trauma to the head, with multiple lacerations present in the cranial region. Thoracic Trauma detected, lung functionality at fifty-eight percent and falling. Fluid detected.” A laundry list of other damage showed rapidly before asking, “Nanite Response Programmed and Ready. Activation Required to Respond. Press the Green Button to Activate, and Stand Clear of the Patient.” Beth didn’t hesitate, pressing the green button and stepping back a couple of feet to ensure she wouldn’t be inadvertently infected by the response nanites. She watched Fred’s body convulse for a second, even as a beep went off and she knew the nanites were engaged in a race to save someone who had become family to her. She wiped her face from the tears that streamed down as she watched, and hoped that he would be alright.   I WAS ABLE to pull my arms free of the restraints without any of the three women noticing. If they’d left my shoes on, I was sure they would have helped trap my feet, but like my arms, those straps had come loose too. It was tough to get the harness off, but the designer must have thought the arm restraints would protect the latch, so I was able to wriggle my way to freedom much more easily than I expected. Soon, the only thing holding me was a strap around my head that I was able to duck under. They hadn’t quite puffed up the pacifier enough to make it impossible to release the last time they pushed it into my mouth, so I was able to carefully extract it from my mouth after taking care not twist the knob in any way! I rubbed my jaw for just a second before turning to my right and seeing that all three women were looking alternately at the outside and their phones. Believing I had just a moment left, I tried to pull the hood off my head, but quickly encountered a zipper that, looking through the camera, I was sure was covered by a Little proof set of snaps. After everything, I was done playing by the rules. I’d been physically assaulted and beaten! They’d illegally attempted to wipe my brain and abilities! I was naked… And I was not going to go down without a fight anymore!!! I thought for a second about covering myself with pieces of my discarded clothes, but knew that would likely give them a minute to catch me. Instead, I hopped to the ground and debated about trying to make it out the door. Just then, though, Morales turned and stared at me. “How the hell did she get loose?!?” Morales swore. Both Emaly and Shapiro turned toward me with the same look. “Those restraints were tight! That should have been impossible!” Shapiro said. I shrugged, knowing now I was buying time for help to come, as well as I would be better off if rage put them off balance. “It’s probably just due to your incompetence,” I taunted them. “I mean, pretty terrible criminals, it seems? Everyone knows about what you’ve done, and I would imagine there will be arrests coming soon.” “Not a chance,” Emaly said. “No one will touch me!” “Maybe, but in the meantime, what are you going to do about me?” “What do you mean?” Shapiro said. “You’re so incompetent you couldn’t even wipe my brain properly? This thing is just a toy, right? Probably a sign of your maturosis?” “You little brat!” Shapiro hissed. With that, she did what I was hoping for, bending down and reaching to grab me. I’d intentionally been turned slightly so she’d be overconfident, but tumbled and used every bit of force and strength I could to smash her knee with a jump-kick. It sent her off-balance, and she fell to the ground! I had no time to waste because Morales was drawing her service weapon right then. I dove at her ankle to do my best to crunch it, before diving around from her back side and delivering a kick to the side of her knee as hard as possible! She stumbled for a moment as she swore! Morales stopped grabbing her sidearm and instead tried to reach for me! Her hand just grazed my skin as it closed, and I tumbled away! This was where their leaving me naked hurt her, though – if I’d been clothed, she probably could have caught hold of my shirt. I danced a bit more out of her reach and managed to get to her side again, and kicked her other knee as hard as I could! “FUCKING BITCH!” she swore as I heard the sickening crack I’d hoped for. She grabbed for her knee, and I had to dive out of the way from Emaly, now trying to attack me. A quick bit of footwork, and she was off balance, landing on the still-down Shapiro. “Fuck!” I heard one of them say, even as I was pretty sure she’d done as much damage with her clumsy weight falling on Shapiro as I’d done with my kick. Shapiro’s head had landed right into a desk, and I guessed she was probably at least dazed enough for me to return to Morales. The HUD and internal video helped me literally have eyes in the back of my head as I continued to deal with the much better-trained federal officer! Right when I thought I was making headway, she said, “Fuck it, you’re dead!” Morales was favoring her right foot and knee, but still used that injured leg to try to kick out at me. I moved a little too slowly and took a pretty heavy blow to my back as I tried to clear her reach. ‘FUCK that hurt!’ I thought to myself. There was no time to stop and feel pain, though, and I realized her foot was ripe for a grapple. I leapt into the air and ripped in a counterclockwise motion with all of my body, being rewarded by a scream, as well as an absolutely horrific sound as her knee dislocated! I released her and noted the absolutely inhuman way her leg now bent as she landed on the ground in a heap! I’d been so focused on her, though, that Emaly had somehow pulled a paddle from the Dean’s wall and swung it at my head and struck me hard! I tumbled to the ground a few feet away, feeling dizzy as I stood up and returned my attention to her, still holding the paddle. I felt myself sway a bit and knew I likely had a concussion from that hit! “How do you like that, you little bitch?” Emaly seethed. “You have to be the best case ever for newborn status!” “And you have to be the best case ever for a regression sentence and mind wipe!” I taunted her, even as I tried to clear my head. “It’ll never happen!” “You should ask Aubry Harris about that kind of never.” “She was nothing but a two-bit hack,” she told me. “And you’re not?” “Better organized,” she smiled in a predatory manner then. “We may have missed your mom back when she was here, but you’re going to be treated the way she should have been if that moron Mark hadn’t blown the whole damn operation!” I stared at her. “Venture?” I asked. She smiled, “I guess your mommy told you about us? I still can’t believe she managed to get away and neuter our agents in your world…” “If she were dealing with idiots of your caliber, that makes total sense to me,” I told her. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer, so I feinted that I was diving for her legs as I had been. Instead, I managed to leap onto a small coffee table we were standing beside, and then propelled myself into the air in a parkour-like move that let me launch a spinning kick straight at her head! Her leaning down to try and strike me where she thought I would be was kind of her, and I was able to fully connect with her temple! She crumpled to the floor right then with a crack, and I suspected my kick probably fractured her skull. I was just about to mentally declare victory when I realized Morales had pulled a backup service weapon from her holster, and she was aiming it shakily straight at me. “God damnit! Where the hell did they create you?!?” “Huh?” “You can’t possibly be a normal Little! What did your grandma do to you?” “Nothing,” I told her, as I tried to weigh my options. There was a couch sort of between us that I might have a chance to duck under. I was currently just in front of the table I’d used to leap up at Emaly. Meanwhile, Shapiro seemed to still be crumpled up and unconscious from the way she’d hit her head after Emaly landed on her. The only real threat was Morales, at least then. ‘Keep her talking,’ I thought to myself. “What are you going to do?” “Good question. I think the first thing is to get out of here after I deal with you.” “That’s not going to help you,” I told her. “What do you mean?” “I’ve been sending a live feed out this whole time,” I told her. “Bullshit! You don’t have contacts or a way to connect!” “I do have nanites, and you all put me in this handy-dandy computer mask,” I told her. “Fuck!” she shook her head. “They should have just gotten you out of here! That explains why I saw people in front.” She waved the gun at me, “So you’re saying I’m going to get busted?” “Seems likely? Every bit of this has been recorded, and I can’t imagine you talking your way out of it.” “Well, what’s to stop me then from…” Right then, there was a pounding on the door, “National Agents!!!” In the span of a single heartbeat, three things happened. One - the door crashed open under the battering ram’s weight.   Two - I saw an expression of absolute rage on Morales’s face that sent chills down my spine.     Three - The corrupt Marshal pulled the trigger! Firing her weapon that was still pointed straight at me!   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! 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The pavilion was full of Eva’s family, gathered up in groups all chatting and laughing, catching up on the years since they’ve been parted, yet, she sat alone, her fingers tapping against the cheaper table cloth on the hard plastic of the folding tables set up by the dozens for the family reunion.   Eva could feel the occasional eyes burning the back of her head, the whisper of her name. Her cheeks burned in shame when she saw her twin brother, Evan, standing next to his girlfriend Wanda, chatting with their parents and aunts and uncles. In Wanda’s hair, Eva grimaced at the whip cream that clung to a strand of hair the unhappy woman hadn’t seen when she was cleaning up.   It was just supposed to be a little joke, Eva thought to herself. Just a little banter, she hadn’t meant to hit her. The twins had a history of a joke war. It all started when the two were 9 and Evan had dipped Eva’s fingers in warm water and made her pee the bed, and ever since then it was all out war. Duct taping everything her brother owned. When Eva was away at band camp, Evan had taken all of her stuffed animals and hid them all around their childhood home, including burying one in a box in the yard. After turning 17, Evan had scrimped and saved to get a used car, and Eva had saran wrapped it in the middle of the night.   And so, after being apart for 5 years, when their family’s reunion was announced, Eva had just wanted to start the game back up. Truth be told, she should’ve grown out of the little rivalry she and her brother shared, but she was desperate for even a taste of the fun of youth again. She was absolutely swamped by the stresses and perils that came with adulthood, it seemed she spent all of her time back home doing shifts of being a nurse, and when she wasn’t working, she was going on awful dates, trying to maintain some semblance of balance between her professional and social life….   She had come back to their childhood home a day early, planning it all out, waiting at the door for Evan with a classic, cream pie to the face, and enjoy a few days of childish antics and jokes with the person she once was the closest person in the world with… And smacked his serious girlfriend right in the face with it.   Eva had apologized a dozen times to Wanda through the bathroom door, only to get silence. Both the girls had been mortified, and Evan couldn’t even look at her. Their parents only told her to grow up while her brother tended to Wanda, and it seemed word had gotten around fast…   Then, Eva watched as Wanda flashed a smile and showed off her hand to her parents, and heard the loud sounds of congratulations. Eva groaned to herself, so she hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of her brother’s girlfriend, she had ruined her first impression with her future sister-in-law! Great…   Hiding her face in her arms, Eva heard the sounds of one of the folding chairs next to her rattle. Looking up, she saw the fresh face of a teenage girl, a few years younger than her, maybe just out of high school. The girl smiled at Eva.   “Hi?” Eva uttered a little surprised, not only baffled at someone willing to speak to her, but also of the unfamiliar teenager. She was quite certain that she knew all of her younger cousins, and its not like this was a fun party to sneak into, there wasn’t any booze or anything.   The girl continued to smile at her. “Hello.”   Eva and the girl stared at each other for a few long seconds before she said, “Something I can do for you?”   “Hmm, not really, just saw you over here, moping to yourself, thought I’d come over and maybe cheer you up.”   “I’m sorry, do I know you?” Eva said grumpily.   “Oh, sorry, I’m Lucia. I was hired as a babysitter to the kids at the party.”   Looking around, Eva spotted at a group of children sitting at a large round table in the grass, just outside the tent. They seemed pretty preoccupied with their devices. “Seem to be doing a great job.”   Lucia laughed, cheerfully replying, “Yeah, kids are pretty good at keeping themselves entertained these days, don’t they? But trust me, I have a way of making sure everyone stays on their best behavior, at least, enough that I can step away and turn a frowny face upside down.”   Eva glanced towards a sound, around her shoulder she saw a group of her cousins looking her way then quickly turning back when they caught sight of her. “That’s uhh very sweet of you but…”   Following the line of sight towards where Eva was looking, Lucia commented, “Huh, I think I can guess the problem…” Eva couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something odd about the way the girl’s eyes, they seemed to twinkle, catching the light in a strangely captivating way. Her relaxed smile had a way of relaxing Eva too. “What’d you do to get on everyone’s bad side?”   Something in the way she said that, it reminded Eva of the way she spoke to some of her patients before. Calm, yet a little patronizing, she knew this, yet, she couldn’t help it when the words came tumbling out of her mouth, “It was just a little joke!” She found herself whining. “My stupid brother was supposed to get pranked but I got his stupid girlfriend instead, and now everyone hates me!”   “Oh? Why would you want to play a joke on your brother?” Lucia asked slowly, her soft smile never leaving her face.   Eva hid her face in her arms again, mumbling, “I dunno…”   Repeating herself, the girl asked once more, “Why would you do that?”   “Because…” Eva muttered, then a little louder and her head raised from the table, blowing an errant strand of curly dark hair away from her face, “Because I missed my brother, I missed our little jokes and games we had when we were kids. It’s hard when everything all the time has to be all mature… Everything just got so serious, and nobody can take a stupid little prank anymore…”   “I see…” Lucia said, her eyes seemed to radiate a captivating light that held Eva in a trance as she continued, “And would you like it if everyone was a little less serious?” Eva found herself nodding along, unable to help herself but agree. “And you and your brother can go back to your silly, little games and no one would mind?” Eva nodded again.   Lucia pointed at Evan who was walking away, towards the direction of the rented out porta-potties. “I want you to go over there and throw this,” Lucia set down a small red ball in front of Eva. “When you do that, I think he’ll be much more willing to see the bright side of things.” Eva stared at the ball for a second, then, still in a trance, she took it and started marching towards her brother.   Eva pushed through the crowd of family members that gave her the stink eye, walking towards Evan. He frowned at her when he saw her approach, stopping just outside the blue box.   “Listen, I’m really not in the mood for any sorrys right now, you really-”   Without a thought going through her mind, Eva wound up her arm and tossed the ball into the grass. Though the impact was soft, the two twins starred at the ball as it started hissing, letting out a plume of colorful smoke escapes its confines. As the haze billowed out of the small object, Eva’s mind cleared, and she stared in shock at the amount of smoke coming out of the small object. She released a little gasp as the smoke raced up her jeans and Evan’s slacks, their view of their collared shirts the next to vanish into the smoke.   Instinctively, Eva gasped for a breath of fresh air before completely surrounded by the smoke, as Evan exclaimed, “What the f-”   The ball didn’t stop at the twins, it raced forward, filling the entire tent and their whole family. Eva tried to peer through the fog that encompassed her, but could see nothing, and could only hear Evan cussing her out. After a moment, she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, and opened her mouth, inhaling the smoke. To her surprise, it was acrid, it tasted inconceivably sweet, like aerosol cotton candy.   She couldn’t see anything yet, but her clothes began to feel weird, scratchy, bunched up. Tugging at her sleeves, she found them no longer short, but the cuff reaching all the way towards her wrist, the seat of her jeans felt oddly baggy as they crept up her front, covering her stomach and chest just as it did her back and meeting at her shoulder in a clasp. Eva’s underwear didn’t escape the strange changes either, as the real estate the jeans had left in her pants didn’t stay empty for long, her panties ballooning out, filling the empty space between her legs with a layer of thick cushioning. Her hand reached towards it in shock, the underwear making a distinct plastic crinkle as she handled it.   The smoke began to clear, and as it did, the silence that had fallen the pavilion disappeared as suddenly as it had crept in, there was no sounds of shock or anger, nothing that Eva would’ve expected. The tent suddenly sounded like a playground during recess, an inordinate amounts of infectious laughter and play.   Eva and Evan saw through the clearing fog their relatives, aunts, uncles, cousins, their parents, all acting like grade school kids, screaming, a family wide of tag, hide and sneak breaking out. Their balding uncle tapped their middle age aunt who yelled out playfully, “Cooties!” Sticking their tongues out and running away. A pair of their cousins in their mid 20s had traded their fashionable clothes out for party dresses and were sitting down in the grass playing patty cake. The embarrassing sight of their parents jumping up on a table, Eva hiding her mouth in a look of horror as her Mom’s white panties showed off the image of a cartoon pony.   Looking down at herself, Eva found herself to be wearing a pink denim overalls, her bare feet pinching grass with her toes, a long sleeve blue shirt underneath, and looking over, she saw Evan staring at her, slack jawed in a similar outfit, a long sleeve pink shirt over a blue denim set of overalls.   “Eva, what did you do?” Evan said dumbfounded.   “I- I-”   Evan’s eyes went wide and he let out a little eep, his hand rushing towards his crotch, “Oh no! I gotta-” He spun around, trying to reach his initial destination of the porta-potty, only to fall face first on the ground as the blue box had vanished into thin air along with the smoke.   Eva didn’t need to know what was going on with Evan, she could see it in his red face as shame covered his features. He righted himself into a sitting position and stared at his bottoms with disgust.   “Ebababa!” Evan turned his head over his shoulder, to see Wanda, a moment ago wearing a lovely white sundress, eager to show off a little to her future husbands family, the dress hadn’t changed too much in appearance, except it had shrunk, barely more than a shirt, covering just half of her padded underwear that bobbed in the air as she crawled towards Evan on her hands and knees. She stopped in front of the twins, with a wet smile, saying, “Ebababa!” again, before shoving the ring pop that had replaced her engagement ring into her mouth. “Lolla,” She mumbled through a mouth full of sugary sucker.   The twins looked at each other, one in horror and guilt, the other in absolute rage.   “Eva,” Evan repeated, his words hard and pointed, “What. Did. You. Do?!”   ~~~   Eva looked at her brother watching his fiance slobber on a candy ring like a person seeing a train wreck, fascinated in a macabre way. Wanda was sitting down in front of him now, with her legs splayed out, idly watching a butterfly flit above her, lazily reaching out a hand to, lips dyed the same blue as the slobber running down her lips.   “It- It wasn’t me!” Eva tried to defend herself, looking down at her bare feet, trying not to gawk at the sight of the grown woman who had begun to crawl over her brother, affectionately clawing him with her sticky hands. “Some weirdo girl gave me that smoke bomb thing and it did all this!”   Evan stood up, Wanda whining as her boyfriend got further out of her reach and started tugging on his pant legs. “You’re still the one who threw the damn thing!” He pointed a finger accusingly at Eva.   “No! I can explain!” Eva weakly said, backing away, while trying not to notice how much her brother had his legs parted a little too much or how he winced when he moved. “I- It was like I was possessed! I couldn’t help it! I didn’t know all… this was going to happen!”   “Evan! Evan!” Wanda whined as she raised her arms up for her fiance to pick her up.   With a sigh, leaned down and Wanda, hoisting her up on to his hips with a little difficulty. They made a funny pair, the man dressed like a toddler and the woman dressed and acting like a baby.   “That’s not good enough,” Evan said with a serious look that was hampered a little bit as Wanda rubbed her sticky hands over his stubbly cheeks. “You’ve been pouting and sulking since you pulled your little joke on Wanda-”   “It was meant for you if it helps…”   “It doesn’t.” He glared at her. “You mopped like a little girl after your half-assed apology didn’t make up for ruining a day that was about coming together as a family.”   “Eheheheh!” Wanda excitedly gave Evan a wet kiss on the cheeks, giggling as she wiggled her legs and her clean diaper grew heavy and started to sag. Evan looked down in embarrassment, pretending not to notice his future wife’s condition, but she made that difficult, Wanda bucking her hips thrusting the sag on Evan enjoying the feeling the friction made. Eva did her best not to gag at the sight.   “Okay, okay,” Eva exclaimed, trying to keep her attention away from Wanda and her brother, “Let’s just go find that girl and get her to fix this!”   Evan was desperately trying to ignore what was happening on him just as much as Eva was. “Fine,” He muttered.   Beginning to walk away, Eva noticed how hard it was to take steps in her own bulky underwear under her overalls. It felt like each step was announcing to the world her protective panties. She glanced back at Evan who’s waddle was even more pronounced than her own, his steps even more of a struggle carrying his wife to be, who had discovered and started mouthing Evan’s overall straps, going at the denim like a wild eyed gremlin.   The tent holding her entire family was a mess of activity. Adults screaming and playing like rambunctious preschoolers. A group of Eva’s uncles had found some balloons tied up and were grabbing them and running around playing keep away. Some of her aunts were ripping the cheap table clothes off the tables and pretending to be princesses, sitting in a circle on the ground acting like they were in a tea party.   Eva and Evan watched as their cousin Clarissa snuck up behind her father, wearing just a shirt, sneakers, and a clean pair of huggies, and smacked him, running away with a screaming fit. The man started bawling, running towards a teenaged girl, tugging at her sleeve, pointing at his daughter with big tears rolling down his face.   “She hit me!” The man tattled to the short girl.   “Aww!” Lucia said, reaching up and tenderly wiping away the grown man’s tears. “Did the mean girl smack you? I’ll go give her a talking to big guy, don’t you worry. Here,” She took a piece of caramel out of a nearby diaper bag, unwrapping it and placing it in his mouth. “Sweet for the sweetie, that’ll calm you down! And who do we have here?” She asked, giving Eva and Evan a look as they approached her. “Aren’t you two adorable? I love the matching outfits!”   Before Evan could stop her, she grabbed Wanda like weighed nothing and cooed at her, tickling her belly that made the adult baby laugh like a hyena.   “Hey! Don’t touch her like that!” Evan reached out to take her back, taking a wide step towards the girl.   “Oooh, I recognize that walk!” Lucia said as she set Wanda down and turning her attention back towards Evan. He paused when the girl confidently moved towards him, her own arms outstretched as her fingers found their way to his side. “Is someone a squishy boy?” She asked in a high pitched voice.   “No!” He said, trying to swat away her hands from tickling him. “Stop!” He tried to keep his deep, masculine edge to his voice, but it quickly faltered as she kept going, his next few words coming out high pitched as he lost his senses in the moment. “Nooo! Stooop!”   Evan fell to the grassy ground, and Lucia dropped down to her knees, her onslaught kept going, “You is! You’sa squishy butt!”   A high pitched giggle left his mouth. “Notta squish butt!” Evan cried out through laughter and tears.   Wanda crawled over to him and joined in the fun. “Squishy! Squishy!” As Evan’s words dissolved into a fit of giggles before they even formed, Wanda’s words became more coherent. “Squishy butt! Evan a squishy butt!”   Lucia grabbed Wanda and pulled her on to her lap, “Like you’re one to talk! I bet you wet yourself first, didn’t you, ya little sopping rugrat?”   Shaking her head, her hair going flying, “Nuh-uh! He did it firs’!” Wanda said pointing at Evan, his face twisting up at the honest accusation.   “Waaah!”   “Evan!” Eva snapped at him, giving him a nudge with her foot. “Snap out of it!”   With a blush, Evan sat up, looking freaked out, quickly getting to his feet and stepping away from the girl. “Wha- What happened? I just-”   “I told you! She has a weird way of making you act however she wants!”   Lucia pretended to be hurt, grasping at her heart, “Eva! I thought this was what you wanted! Everyone to be less serious and for your brother to play with you again!” She looked towards her diaper bag and dragged it towards her.   “So this is your fault,” Evan said, pointing a dirty look back towards Eva. Wanda started to coo again as Lucia laid her down on the grass, hiking her dress up and untaping her her diaper.   Eva, trying to focus on Lucia and not on Wanda with her bits sticking out for everyone to see, though it was hard given the activity. “Just tell us how to fix this. Please!” Eva did her best to keep her voice even.   Lucia tenderly wiped the front of the young woman in front of her. “It’s quite simple dear,” She said as she cleaned Evan’s fiance in front of him, who busied herself chomping her engagement ring pop. “I put a simple curse on you two. The more mature you two act, the more childish your family will become. Poor Wanda here got in on a technicality, as you,” She pointed at Evan, “Already consider her family. If you’d like to break the curse, the two of you will have to fully accept your new roles. Happy adult toddlers. You just saw a bit of that. Baby Evan came out, and little Wanda remembered how to speak again. Isn’t that right, cutie?”   “Eh-hyaaa!” Wanda croons as she’s tickled by the diaper powder and folds a fresh white diaper on the girl.   “It’s a little warm out…” Lucia says, giving Evan a side eye look as she lifts the dress off Wanda. “You can play nakie, for now…”   “Hey! You can’t do that!”   Turning her attention towards Evan, she asks, “And is my big boy ready for his diaper change? Maybe he wants some nakie time with his little girlfriend?” She giggles.   “No! Don’t touch me!” Evan says taking a few steps back.   Lucia shrugs, “That’s fine, lots of little boys don’t mind playing in their soggy pants, do they?”   Evan found himself between a rock and hard place, there was just no winning. Admit that he needed a change by the girl, or admit that he was fine running around in a wet diaper. The thought of going without a diaper never occurred to him.   “Just- Give me one, I’ll do it myself!” Evan insisted, holding out his hand, trying to save face.   “No can do, cutie,” Lucia purrer, taking a fresh diaper and holding it away from the man’s grasp. “I won’t have you ruining your pretty playclothes by changing yourself wrong. Besides,” She added with a little twinkle in her eyes, “Can you even take off your clothes by yourself?”   Evan glared at Lucia, and started tugging at his still drooly overall strap, tugging at the clasp, “I’ll show you! I- urgh- I can do it!”   Wanda clapped her hands, “Show you! Show you!” She parroted, bouncing up and down with her butt on the grass, her delicate skin getting dyed green.   Reaching out, tugging her brother’s sleeve as he fought with his clothes. “Evan…” She said gently.   Evan blinked at Eva, slowly releasing the straps on his overalls and expression going surprised. Lucia laughed, and Wanda mimicked her, flopping on her belly and kicking her legs up in the air.   “Why’d you stop him?” Lucia asked Eva. “Isn’t it better for everyone if he plays the part, sweetie? You get your playful brother back and little Wanda and the rest of your family get to grow up again. Maybe you need to relax, baby girl,” She reached into the diaper bag again and pulled out a sippy cup of juice and waved it in front of Eva. “Come here, baby, and Lucia will give you a drinky drink.”   Eva thought about it, looking around at her family acting like fools, grimacing as she watched her Dad pick his nose, her younger cousin barely in college reaching into his diaper waistband sticking out of his elastic pants scratching himself without a care in the world, her aunt twirling around in a makeshift dress made out of table clothe. She looked towards Lucia, pondering what to do…   Wouldn’t it be better if she was the little kid instead of them…   Slowly, she reached out for the bottle when she stopped herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone.   Glenda, Evan and Eva’s older sister, 10 years their senior. As far back as Eva could remember, Glenda was Eva’s role model. Her perfect, nice big sister. One of her earliest memories was sitting on her 12 year old sister’s lap, watch as she drew a picture. When Eva got too drunk on prom night, it was Glenda’s bed she passed out on after she picked Eva up. When she needed to get dropped off at the airport it was her older sister she asked for a ride. Glenda had always been there for Eva.   The 33 year old woman could’ve been wearing ordinary clothes, some leggings and a flowy blue shirt, though the poofy sleeves may have been a bit childish, it wasn’t totally outlandish. But the way she looked around, hopping on each foot and looking around, obviously doing the potty dance, Eva could tell that the madness that had its grip on the rest of her family had her as well.   Eva ignored Lucia and the sippy cup and walked towards her sister.   “Glenda?”   The woman’s face shot towards Eva as she approached, her face lighting up into a smile. “Sissy!” She jumped towards Eva and wrapped her up in a tight bear hug.   “Glenda? Are you alright?” Eva asked slowly.   “Mhmm! Sissy, I miss you!” Glenda said enthusiatically, before looking down and resuming her potty dance. “Sissy,” Glenda asked, putting her finger into her mouth, “D’you know where da potty? I gotta gooo…”   ~~~   Eva watched as the sister she had looked up to all of her life held her crotch and looked at her younger sister, who under her pink overalls was herself wearing a thick diaper, beg her to show her to the nearest potty.   “Wha-?”   Glenda, biting her lip and making a sound of desperation, just let out a high pitch, “Pleease?”   “G-Glenda…”   “Oh!” Glenda darted her gaze at her pants, pursing her lips together as concern reached her eyes. “I leaked a little…”   Eva was flabbergasted as her role model dribbled into her undies, looking to all the world like a toddler fighting through the growing pains of transitioning into big girl panties. Glenda looked towards her sister, eyes pleading.   “Potty?” She begged Eva again.   “I- Yeah, okay, let’s go find you a potty…” Eva grabbed her sister’s arm and pulled her away. She had no clue where she could find a place to pee, the porta-potties had disappeared, but maybe she could ask that weird girl…   Clinging to her sister’s arm while holding the front of her leggings with the spare hand, Glenda let out a whine. “Sissy, pleeease! I don’t wanna be a baby! I’m a big girl! Big girl!” She insisted.   “Yeah, it’s alright… sissy. You’re still a big girl…” Eva let out the comforting white lie to her sister, trying her best to ignore the reality of the situation as she led her sister through the maze of tables and childish family members.   She saw her goal just a few yards away. Lucia cooing at her Mom, who was being given a coloring book and crayons, getting told to be a good girl and share nicely. That sight alone was enough to discourage Eva even more. Trying to get her sister to not wet her pants (any more) while her Mom is being told to be a good girl and color floored the poor girl. Eva felt an itch, a tiny thought in the back of her mind, this was too much, her family she had leaned on her whole life was beyond saving, just give in and start crawling around.   Eva let out a whimper, an infantile urge to suck her thumb overcoming her, but this impulse seemed to help Glenda regain some composure. “It’s okay sissy.” Glenda said as she cuddled against Eva’s arm.   Blinking at her sister, Eva let out a tiny, “Yeah…” And gulped down her uncertainties and started leading Glenda towards Lucia again.   Looking up, Lucia smiled at the pair. “Back for more? One sibling wasn’t enough to see babied today, Eva?”   With a sigh, Eva rubbed Glenda’s back and said, “This nice lady can help you, sissy. Go on, ask her.”   Glenda looked towards Eva and then at Lucia, shyly stepping up to the girl who she could’ve babysat herself when she was a teen. “Umm… Excuse me, Miss?”   Lucia eyes sparkled as she said, “Yes, dear?”   “I gotta go potty… Can you help me?” Glenda said, shuffling her feet.   Letting out a little laugh, Lucia told the girl, “Of course I can! What a big girl you are!” Glenda beamed at the praise, giving the teenager a big toothy grin. “Much bigger than your little sister over there,” She said, taking Glenda’s hand and pulling her away. “You know she’s still in diapers? What a baby!” Eva’s heart dropped as Glenda giggled at that.   She knew it was nonsensical, her sister wasn’t in her right mind after all, but then, neither was Eva though, as much as she clung to her sensibilities. Hearing her sister giggle at her being padded and being ridiculed for being a baby, made her just want to lay down and cry. A sob caught in her throat and she was about to let it out, when Lucia brought out a training potty out of nowhere and set it out for everyone to see.   Swallowing her pride, Eva let out, “Come on, Glenda, show sissy what a big girl you are!” In the most encouraging voice she could muster.   Glenda nodded confidently, pulling down her leggings in front of her entire family and proudly sitting down on the plastic pink potty.   “Wait!” Eva cried out, but it was too late.   Proudly grinning at everyone who was looking, Glenda soaked her Paw Patrol training pants on top of the potty. “I did it!” She claimed, to Eva’s distraught and Lucia barely concealed glee.   “Aww, you sure did!” Lucia told the woman as she leaked through the thin padding, the dribble seeping down the leg holes and dropping into the training potty.   Next to Eva, a withered old woman stepped up to her, holding out her phone. “Look at the baaaby she can’t even remember to pull down her little baby panties!” She mocked as she recorded a video.   “Grandma!” Eva scolded. Her humiliation replaced by righteous anger, she snatched the phone out of the elderly woman’s hand.   “My phone!” Grandma cried out. “I can’t live without my phone!”   “Oh, come off it. An hour ago you didn’t know how to use this thing for anything other than Facebook!”Eva tossed the little black brick away. Grandma chased after it like a dog racing after a bone, a wonder how fast those old chicken legs could hobble after it.   Glenda was looking around, with tears in her eyes, confused. “I- sniff- I not big girl?” She asked Eva.   “No, no, honey, you’re a big girl,” Eva tried to console her sister but it wasn’t quickly becoming apparent sweet words would have no effect on her state.   The faces of the family nearby were all on Glenda, with each breath she took a little huff came out. Faces of aunts, uncles, cousins, all sneering at her. The attention was too much. Glenda took one look down between her legs, her stained thighs with ugly yellow lines running down the inside.   “I- I-” Glenda stood up and tried to take a step forward, trying to get away from all the judgmental eyes. But a single misstep with her leggings still down to her ankles sent her sprawling down to the grass.   It wasn’t much of a fall, and to be fair, the grass was soft, but under the shade of the white tent, Glenda started to bawl, making all the more a spectacle of herself.   “Waaah! Waaah!” Glenda howled as her family all snickered or outright laughed at her, some even going so far as to point at her as they let out their jeers. “Don’ wanna be babbay!”   Eva rushed to her sister’s side, “No, no, sweetie, you’re not a baby!” Eva said, though her voice was hard to cut through the noise of the family laughing. The soothing only made matters worse, the more mature Eva acted, the more infantile Glenda got, and the worse the crowd got as well. Little giggles turned into full bellied chuckles, some of them flat out forgetting what they were laughing, but little Glenda couldn’t know that.   The more Eva tried to calm down the girl, the more tears and snot ran down her face, the more the laughter affected her. Glenda no longer even recognized what had happened to put her into this state, but she knew one thing, the loud, obnoxious sounds all around her made her feel terrible, and she just wanted it all to go away.   Then, out of Glenda’s rear, a sound that would mortify the poor woman any other time, a loud trumpeting toot erupted out of the seat of her pants. Little Glenda looked back, still crying, and then, to Eva’s own horror, as she patted her sister’s back, the woman made a grunting sound.   Eva could do little more than watch the big sister she had trusted all her life to look out for her empty her bowels into the back of her training pants, absolutely ruining them.   Glenda let out a final sob, then her eyes went a bit glossy, as she looked around, at all the people she sort of recognize point and laugh, and all maturity was gone from the girl. She started laughing too, just like some in the crowd, she didn’t know what was so funny, but the silly sounds coming all around her was fun to let out.   Taking a few steps back, grimacing, Eva looked down at her sister as she rolled on to her back with a disgusting squelch. A heavy weight fell into the bottom of Eva’s stomach as she watched her sister for a few seconds before turning away, unable to bear looking at Glenda anymore.   A gentle hand landed on Eva’s shoulder, and she looked towards Lucia, who had a gentle smile on her face. “Looks like little Glenda isn’t ready for training pants, not any more anyway…” She held up a white rectangle and waved it in front of Eva’s face. “Do you want to be a good big sissy and help me change her?”   Eva let out a little defeated whimper, not unlike the one Glenda made a few minutes ago. “Noo…” She whispered.   Lucia patted the girl on the back and leaned in and whispered. “You know, it doesn’t have to be this way. Just accept what you are now and your family will go back to normal.”   With that thought seeping into Eva’s brain, she turned and walked away from the travesty that was being done to her older sister.   Just accept it… Her and Evan had to make things right… She went and looked for her brother.   ~~~~   Eva walked forward with a forlorn acceptance, like an inmate walking down deathrow, her relatives playing all around her like future doomed prisoners, in her steps lay their hope of salvation.   She spotted Evan with her back towards her, kneeling by Wanda, pleading with her, “Darling, please, please, please! Just lift your head!” Though in his care for her, the squirming woman-child, his desperation showed his maturity. There was an inherent maturity in caring for others, inside the essence of its opposite was only selfishness.   “Evan…”   Evan peered back at his twin, eyes tired and sad, “She can’t even lift her head…” He whimpered, going back to urging his fiance to do more than gurgle and wiggle around a bit, nude except for her diaper and the half eater ring pop on her hand that once represented her promise to dedicate a life with herself and Evan.   Closing her eyes, mentally preparing herself for what she had to do, Eva took a deep breath and looked at Evan, and reached down, sticking both hands into his overalls, and yanking his diaper up as far as it could go giving him a soggy pantsed wedgie.   “Yow!” Evan shot straight up, pushing Eva away and making her land on her bottom. “What the hell was that for?!”   “Y-You heard the weird girl! We have to act like kids if anyone is going to get better!” Eva said, rubbing her back, dramatically. Honestly, the plunge down didn’t really hurt, the padding on her rear had absorbed too much of the impact, but the shock still left her feeling dramatic.   “Oww…” Evan tried to readjust the diaper lower, “That really hurt my balls,” He whined.   “Ehhehheh!” Wanda giggled, sitting up on her arms.   “See?” Eva gestured towards Wanda. “We have to be the babies if we don’t want them,” She waved her arm towards everyone else around, “To be children.”   “I guess…” Evan held his hand out to Eva, helping her on her feet, then stuck his hands down her overalls and yanked her diaper up. “How do you like it?”   “Eep!” Eva’s eyes went wide as the wrinkly plastic and cotton were yanked into her cracks and folds, though still dry, didn’t smart nearly as much as her brother. “T-that’s the spirit,” Eva said shakily, before knocking her brother down and running away.   As she ran, she looked around, looking for any changes in her family. She saw her Mom chewing on a crayon and her sister next to her, whining to play with it, only dressed in her blue shirt that was half tucked into her diaper, “Mith Luthia thaid it wath my tuuurn!”   She watched as her Mom pushed her daughter away. “Nuh uh! Babies like you can’t have ‘em!” Eva’s graying haired Mother said before putting the orange crayon back in her mouth as Glenda burst into tears.   Some of her family had decided it was nakie time just like Wanda, stripping down to their underwear, adorned with teddy bears and hearts in some cases, fire trucks and cartoon characters in others. For a few, they were far too babyish for anything less than padding like diapers and Pull-Ups, but for too many for Eva’s taste, they truly embodied nakie time, giving Eva more of a view of her family than she ever wanted.   Eva tried to ignore the sight of her Dad, running around in nothing but his birthday suit. She tried to ignore him dribbling from his wrinkled little worm. She tried to ignore her lunch wanting to launch out of her belly.   A hand grabbed Eva from behind, Evan yanked her back. With his hand on her overall strap, Eva wasn’t certain what to do with his sister, his eyes glued to her with confusion, anything to keep away from looking at his nude relatives. A hesitant hand reached out, and with uncertain words, he said, “You’re it?”   Eyes down towards her feet, she nodded, looking up to see Evan running away. She kept her eyes on his back as he raced around the tables and chairs.   They traded the ‘it’ position a few times, growing more and more frustrated that their game wasn’t affecting anyone else. Evan gritted his teeth in frustration as the sounds of play around them only seem to grow louder, and Eva wondered if she should try to ask Lucia to use the potty chair as her bladder twinged inside of her.   Sitting below a table, trying to avoid seeing anyone, the twins debated on what to do. “It’s not working,” Evan grumbled, fidgeting as the padding on his butt grew more and more uncomfortable. He was starting to worry about catching a rash.   Cross legged, squirming herself, Eva wondered outloud, “Should we try hide and seek? Or I don’t know, peek-aboo?”   “Are you two behaving and having fun?” The teenager appeared, leaning down poking her head into the shade below the table.   “You!” Evan growled, “You lied!” He looked like he was about to hit the girl.   Lucia had her hands up, smirking, “I did no such thing! I never, ever lie.” Lucia lied.   “You said if we act like kids you would make everyone else normal again!”   Rolling her eyes, Lucia said, “Yeah, but you were just pretending. Why were you acting like kids? To help everyone else. You have to really embrace your baby side… Children don’t self-sacrifice, dears, that is solely on adults.”   Evan wound up a punch, smacking Lucia, who could only laugh. “That’s a little bit better. Babies are impulsive and don’t know how to handle their tempers. They haven’t had the chance to learn what consequences are yet, like this:” Lucia tapped Evan’s forehead, his eyes rolling back into his skull, mouth going agape, falling down onto his back. “There you go! I even think that will help you behave the way you want.”   Evan shook his head, gathering his bearings. Eva, looking at her brother with concern, putting a hand on his shoulder as he regained his composure. “What did you do to him?!”   “Just took away some of his fine motor skills. Little guy will barely be able to hold a fork or walk around, much less even think about hitting any pretty babysitters anymore. It’s better that way, the punishments only get worse from there.”   “You bitch!” Evan spat out.   Wagging a finger, Lucia informed the pair, “Ahh, ahh, ahh, I don’t like potty mouths! I’d watch your tone if you want to say anything more profound than goo-goo ga-ga. Oh! Does my little man know what ‘profound’ means?” She asks with a shit eating smirk.   The only answer she got was a glare. Lucia stood up, “Ahh, well, I better get back to it, I have a lot of little ones to look after. Maybe I should ask some of my friends to come help, though, they’re not nearly as kind as I am. Good chance some of your more handfuls of relatives will really be reliving their terrible twos. You two have fun figuring things out.”   “Wait!” Eva grabbed Lucia’s shirt, tugging at it.   “Yes, sweetie?”   Eva pursed her lips as she gathered up her courage. “I- can I use the potty?” Lucia’s eyes narrowed, Eva hurriedly adding a, “Please?”   Chuckling, Lucia bent down, whispering, “Does the itty bitty little girl need help going potty?”   Swallowing her pride, one hand pushing into her crotch to keep from leaking, Eva hissed, “Yes. Please.”   Laughing again, Lucia playfully tapped Eva’s nose. “Silly girl, babies don’t use a potty. You’re wearing yours, remember? Besides your twin, who’s already wet, you’re probably the only one in your family who even cares about wetting yourself. This whole, ‘Sacrifice ourselves for the good of all’ idea you two put into your pretty little heads really did a number on everyone. Even the oldest ones can’t keep themselves dry! At this rate I’m going to have to open up a daycare!”   “I-” Eva said in a quiet, tiny voice, “I can’t…”   “You can’t what, baby girl?”   Evan looked at his sister with pity, sensing what she was about to say. “I can’t- I can’t use my diaper…” Eva said, ready to tear up, looking down, feeling her precious little claim to adulthood about to be snatched away from her.   Lucia, face a mask with a falsetto of a caring smile, lift Eva’s chin up to have her look right at the babysitter, “Does baby want some help?”   Sniffling, Eva nodded her head.   “Good girl. Both of you, follow me.” The twins got out from under the table, Evan tried to stand, but his wobbly legs faltered, he thrust his hand out to catch himself on the table, Eva tried to stable him as well, the second he took his hand away from the table he collapsed on to his knees. He groaned in frustration, and apprehensively followed Lucia by crawling.   Eva let out a little whimper in defeat and took a few steps towards Lucia as well, before the babysitter stopped her. “Ahh, ahh, cutie. You’re twins, if he crawls you crawl too, you two should be developmentally similar.” Lucia nodded approvingly as Eva lowered herself to the ground next to her brother.   The twins glumly followed Lucia, averting their gaze away from any streaking relative that came near them. One hand in front of a knee, then the other. Down on the floor, the diaper seemed all the more obvious to Eva as it rubbed against her, her sex growing warm, at least now that she was acutely paying attention to it, each scratch her thighs got from the legs holes, the tickling the waistband did as it kissed her hips, a reminder of what she was about to do, in sheer defiance of everything she had been doing for the past 20 years of her life.   At the diaper bag, Lucia produced two clear bottles in each hand, presenting them to the duo with a dramatic flourish, red liquid sloshing around inside. “Babies like you two,” Lucia said as she offered the two of them to ran nipples, “Always forget when they have to go. They just wet themselves as naturally as a river flows.”   Eva stared at the nipple, wanting to force herself to take it, to surrender her concerns and give in, finding this final push indescribably difficult. A few fingers met hers, Eva looked down to find Evan touching her encouragingly, nodding sadly. With a final breath, Eva closed her eyes and opened her mouth, and felt the rubber teat brush her lips and the tip touch her tongue.   Still with her eyes closed, Eva wondered what was she supposed to do? Just… suck? She moved her lips, trying to mimic what she’s seen infants do and was rewarded with a touch of sweet cherry juice hit her tongue. Eyes opening up wide as she looked at the bottle. She hadn’t expected to be so delicious!   Grabbing the bottle with both hands, Eva greedily snatched the bottle out of Lucia’s hand and started guzzling the drink down like her life depended on it. Barely registering the sounds of suckling to her right, or Lucia standing above her triumphantly with both hands on her hips, Eva lost herself in the moment, splaying her legs out, not even realizing that she was slowly rolling on to her back, just happy the bottle was now up in the air, gravity doing most of the work for her as her hair became tangled into the blades of grass.   A tiny tickle. A trickle.   Eva paid little mind to the relief on her bladder as the trickle in her diaper turned into a flood. Her legs kicked a little as the warmth swelling into her protective undies rubbed against her pleasantly. The only liquid she cared about was pouring down her tongue and into her throat now.   She whined as she realized the bottle was empty, uselessly wiggling the bottle trying to get the last drop out. The wriggling had caught the attention of someone else. Eva felt a tug on her clothes and looked over at her brother grinning at her with a red stained smile, his own empty bottle discarded to the ground. With a giggle, he lazily swatted at her and Eva laughed in return.   With a heave, she rolled herself over to her hands and knees and started crawling away from her brother, who crawled after her. At first, she seemed much faster than her motor control impaired brother, gleefully racing away from him, only to stop playfully and let him catch up before scooting away with a chortle, but then, her pauses were less and less necessary, and he seemed to be keeping up pace with her easily, he wasn’t as fast, Eva had simply slowed down, not realizing the two had met equilibrium.   Evan grabbed the cuff of Eva’s overalls, but that didn’t stop the little girl, she had to keep going, and she kicked and pushed and squeezed through the straps on her overalls, crawling away in just a blue long-sleeved shirt with grass clinging to the cuff of the sleeve. Eva giggled as she trotted away from her brother, but with a little heft, he jumped on her.   The twins roll together, in their scuffle, in their joyful little sounds they made, diapers rubbing against each other as their playing managed to accidentally undo one of the clasp on Evan’s overalls and the boy wiggles out of his own shirt. Neither noticing as they play they begin to look more alike, hair shortening, Evan’s mass of muscles diminishing, Eva’s breasts dwindling down to a flat plain, both of their hair thinning down into nothing, bellies growing fat like real babies, they kept their adult length, but that was the only thing distinguishing themselves from real infants.   The two drooled on each other, their game the only thing on their mind, until they were separated, a pair of hands grabbing both of them.   “Ugh, look at you, you’re filthy!” A voice complained to Evan. Wanda shook her head as she placed the boy lightly on her hip, taking the sleeve of her dress and trying to wipe away the mix of grass and drool off her baby’s face.   “Yea, you know, you’re suppose to be a lady!” A playful tone as the person who grabbed Eva cleaned off her face. Glenda giving her sister turned daughter a loving squeeze.   The mission, the goal of fixing everyone evaporated from Eva’s mind somewhat swiftly, she looked around to see everyone acting normally, dressed as they had a little while ago, and the adult inside Eva let out a sigh of relief, seeing everything as it should be, and the big girl went to sleep.   The twins were brought over to a table where the babysitter the family had hired to watch the little kids while everyone else had fun and caught up. Side by side, they were strapped into highchairs, and both new mothers prepared to feed their respective baby.   Lucia walked up to the Moms as they held rubber tipped spoons out for Eva and Evan, both with brownish goop that passed for babyfood. “You know,” Lucia offered Wanda and Glenda, both oblivious to the fact the young woman had recently wiped both of their asses. “I’d be happy to feed them for you, you two can go enjoy the party.”   Wanda waved a hand, “That’s alright, I love feeding my little Evie-wevie! He’s such a good eater,” She said as he tickled his feet, earning her a giggle, “Yes he is!”   “Yeah,” Glenda agreed, “I don’t mind giving my girl all the love and attention she needs.” Eva, with little grace, leaned out and gobbled down the food on the spoon. As she leaned out, she winced, and let out a fowl smelling odor into the back of her diaper, before filling it with a grunt. “Oh! You little beast!” Glenda cried out, playfully pinching her nose shut, “You’re lucky you’re cute even when you’re stinky!”   Evan squeezed his eyes, face going taut as he followed suit. “Evan!” Wanda nudged her boy. “You little copycat! Tell you what, sweetie,” Wanda looked back at Lucia with a grin, “If you want to change him you can be my guest!”   “Yeah!”   “Sure,” Lucia said, giving both a friendly nod, “You enjoy your time with the two. After all, they’re only young once.”

I have am also a Pink Skunk, Theodora.

Finally, a day off win.