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Strange Saturday
by Crawlaw
Contact the author at crawlaw@phuze.com
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Constance Rivers yawned and stretched in her bed. It was cold in her bedroom as she had left the window open and the temperature had dropped over night. She could hear the soft snoring of her boyfriend, Brandon Myers, in the early morning darkness. A glance at her alarm clock told her it was only 6:30 AM. Connie had no idea what had awakened her so early in the morning. She could see Brandon's outline in the early morning light. He looked so peaceful and innocent that she had to smile. Connie had learned that Brandon was a lot of things, but innocent was not one of them.
At thirty-one years old, Connie was still single. All of her girlfriends had gotten married, but Connie hadn't met Mr. Right. It seemed every man she met was either married, newly divorced, or chemically dependent on something. She was still quite attractive, but she was tired of the dating game. Connie was no nun, but she longed for some honest romance and she wanted to date someone who wanted to get to know her not her breasts. Hell, they were only 36b's and there wasn't that much to get to know.
Brandon was nothing like her usual boyfriends. At five-ten and 170 lbs. he was just an inch taller than Connie who looked skinny at her 128lbs. Like Connie he was single and she had felt an immediate attraction to him, partly because he had noticed that their brown eyes were almost the exact same shade, a probable come on line, but it was still nice that he had noticed and he talked to her, not her breasts. Connie had met him almost three months earlier when she had purchased a computer and Brandon had installed it in her apartment. They had struck up a conversation and Connie had learned that Brandon had quite a sense of humor. He had kept her laughing the whole afternoon and she had agreed to go out with him that day.
Since their first date, Connie had learned quite a lot about him. In addition to being a computer nerd, Brandon was an amateur inventor who spent much of his spare time developing all manner of electronic "gizmos" as she called them. Connie had no clue as to what most of these items did. She had learned not to touch any of his "devices" as he called them as Brandon had warned her that they could be dangerous if used improperly. Connie hadn't believed him at first, and was always sneaking into his work room to see what his latest invention was, but when she had accidentally activated what she thought was a ray gun for a video type game and had zapped her couch into oblivion, she had learned the hard way not to fool with things she did not understand.
Brandon had been a real gentleman about the entire incident and he had replaced her couch without saying a word. Their apartment, he had moved in a month after they had first dated, was now filled with all manner of electronic gizmos. Connie had quickly come to accept the clutter associated with Brandon's inventing as part of her every day routine.
The only thing Brandon liked better than his inventing was pulling practical jokes. It made dating and living with him both exciting and aggravating as Connie had learned that Brandon took particular pleasure in pulling practical jokes on her. The problem was that his jokes usually involved some personal embarassment for Connie. She was never sure as to just when he would pull one of his jokes. Two weeks ago he had used some sort of shrink ray to turn her into a living Barbie doll. She had spent the entire weekend living in Barbie's Malibu Play house. God that had been embarassing. Connie had never realized how skimpy and revealing those doll clothes could be. Thank God Brandon had restored her to normal in time for work on Monday. Still, she had to admit, it had been a very memorable weekend.
Connie had decided to roll over and go back to sleep when she realized that she wasn't wearing the same clothes as the previous evening. There was a definent bulkiness to her shorts. It felt like she was wearing --- "Oh God" she thought "here we go again." Connie quickly pulled off her blankets and looked for the first time at what she was wearing. "Goddamit Brandon" she said aloud " when the hell did you put me in diapers."
When Brandon didn't respond immediately, she hit him in the chest to wake him up. "Dammit Brandon" she said "I'm wet".
With a smirk on his face Brandon innocently said "Connie, you're in diapers. I don't have any idea why you are in diapers. Unless, of course, you NEED to wear diapers."
"O.K. smart ass" she said "have it your way." With a huff Connie rolled over. "Wake me when breakfast's ready" she said "and be ready to feed and change me when its daylight. Oh christ..."
"What's wrong?" Brandon asked.
"I'm pooing my pants" she said.
With a chuckle Brandon said "I guess by now that you know this isn't going to be just any old weekend."
"No shit" Connie said and then she immediately regretted her comment. "Shit" she thought, as she wriggled her now wet and messy bottom in her bed, was something she would have to get used to this weekend.
Two hours later, Connie woke up for a second time that morning when Brandon gently shook her awake. She could smell the eggs and bacon he had prepared. Connie stretched and realized just how wet and messy she was.
"I need a change" she said "and how did you do this to me?"
I put a little something extra in your drink last night." Brandon said with a grin.
"So -- What's next?" Connie asked as she got out of bed. "You know I should be really pissed at you." Then as she looked at herself in the dresser mirror she noticed that even her shoulder length brown hair had been done in pigtails. "My god Brandon, you really have me dressed like a baby." Reaching down to touch her plastic pants, Connie noted the nursery prints on same and the onesy t-shirt she was wearing. "Where did you get this stuff" she asked.
"Why don't we take things one at a time." Brandon said "Right now, you need to shower and clean up." Grabbing her hand, he lead Connie to the adjoining bathroom and helped her into the tub/shower.
"Shouldn't I take this stuff off first?" she asked as the water from the shower hit her.
"Just drop it on the tub floor" Brandon said "I'll put it in the washer later. Have a nice shower but hurry as breakfast is getting cold. Don't bother to get dressed, I have an outfit picked out for you."
"It's not more diapers?" Connie asked, but Brandon had left. She quickly removed her baby clothes and noted that even her diapers had been authentically pinned on with cute little diaper pins. She finished showering and dried her hair. Wrapping a towel around herself, Connie went downstairs to the kitchen where she found Brandon eating his breakfast.
Brandon had set the table for her and there was a booster seat in her chair. Laying over the back of the chair were some clothes. Connie picked up what was obviously an outfit designed for a 4 year old girl. The pink romper dress was complete right down to the pink panties and the pink lace covered tights with the Beauty and the Beast emblem on the front. Holding the panties up to her chest and dropping her towel, Connie said "Maybe it's just my imagination, but these seem to be a bit small for me?"
"I can handle that problem." Brandon said as he pulled what looked like a TV remote with a flashlight attached to one end from his shirt pocket and, grinning at Connie, he pressed a button on same.
"So, you are shrinking me again." she said with a touch of disappointment in her voice. Brandon just shook his head and Connie found herself bathed in a warm red light which actually felt rather nice. Except for the slight warmth she felt, there was no other sensation and then just as suddenly as it had begun, the sensation ended when the light went out.
As far as Connie could tell, nothing had happened. "I think your gizmo needs to go back to the drawing board." she said. Setting the panties down, Connie moved the booster seat out of the way and sat down at the table. She shivered and said "OOOOH the seat is cold on my butt."
"My device works just fine" said Brandon "as you will soon find out."
"Well, what have you done to me?" she asked.
"You tell me." he said
"You know that I have to work at the daycare today and my mom will be stopping by about noon. We are going shopping before I go to work at 4." Connie said. "So if anything too bizarre is occurring, I need to know so I can cancel."
While she talked, Connie began to eat her breakfast. She started with her toast and dipped it into her egg yolks. She was munching on some bacon when she noticed that Brandon was staring at her.
"What?" she said "You look like I have something stuck on my face." When Brandon didn't answer, Connie got up and ran into the livingroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't see anything different. She did note that she looked good. The same as she had looked for the last 10 years, a fact she was proud of. If you didn't know I was thirty-one, she thought, I could easily pass for a twenty year old. Twirling slowly, Connie noted that she still showed no sags in her butt or her breasts, unlike a lot of her friends. With a shrug, Connie returned to the breakfast table.
Reaching for the salt shaker, Connie said "As far as I can tell, nothing has changed." As she put the salt shaker down she didn't notice that it was now about an inch from the pepper shaker while previously, it had been next to the pepper. She looked at Brandon who was staring at her and became acutely aware of her nakedness. Blushing as she took a mouthful of eggs, Connie said "Enjoying the view?"
"Yup" he said "but it doesn't seem to be as good as I remember."
"Why you dumb old stupid old MAN." Connie said and then she stopped talking. Her voice was diffferent sounding, higher pitched and the table had grown. She looked around and the room seemed bigger somehow. "So you are shrinking me again." she said.
When Brandon again shook his head, Connie said "If I'm not shrinking, then how come everything is getting bigger." Frustrated, Connie once again ran into the livingroom. When she saw herself in the mirror, she froze. Staring back at Connie was a teenager. As she watched, the teenager grew even younger. She guessed she was about 14 or 15 and growing younger by the second.
Connie ran back into the kitchen "I'm getting younger" she said in a voice that she remembered was once hers. "You're turning me into a baby. That's why you diapered me last night."
Brandon smiled at Connie and said "Do you hate me?"
"No" said Connie "but you had better call me in sick and call my mom and tell her I won't be going shopping with her."
"Anyhting else?" Brandon asked.
"Yes" she said while grabbing the little girl outfit he had bought "You had better get me dressed."
By now Connie had passed through puberty and had run back upstairs into her bedroom. Staring at herself in her dresser mirror while standing on her bed she watched as she continued to regress. The years continued to slip away and soon she was looking at the child she had once been. She guessed she was about the age of a second grader now and stared in amazement as she passed through first grade to kindergarten. The process finally slowed and then stopped.
Connie's adult mind stared awestruck at the 4 year old girl in the mirror. She could hear Brandon in the the kitchen and by the noise that he was making, she could tell that he was clearing the breakfast table. By the time he joined her, she had stopped regressing. She turned to him and said "I wittle Bwandon."
"Yes you are" he said as he grabbed Connie and hugged her in his now gigantic arms "and you are the cutest little girl I have ever seen." Brandon tickled her stomach and Connie found herself squeeling with laughter. "Wow" she thought "this is really fun."
Brandon then helped Connie get dressed in the now infamous little girls outfit that she had so incorrectly assumed was too little for her. He fixed her hair and produced a pair of pink tennis shoes with Beauty and the Beast emblems on them for her to wear.
Even Connie thought she looked darling and pointing a stubby finger at her reflection she said "I pwetty."
Brandon wrestled and played with Connie for almost two hours. The constant squeels of laughter that filled their apartment were all the testamant that was needed to prove that Connie was having the time of her life. At 11:30, Brandon called Connie's mom and explained that she wasn't feeling like herself and cancelled their shopping plans. Then he called the daycare and said that he would be dropping by that afternoon to drop off his niece for about two hours at about 3pm while he had his car serviced. This made Connie quite mad and she stomped her now tiny foot saying "Me am not going to daycare. Me am barrassed to be seen wike dis."
Brandon just laughed at her temper tantrum. He had rented the Beauty and the Beast video, and after putting the video in the VCR, he placed Connie in his lap while gently rocking her in the rocking chair in front of the TV. Connie wasn't sure just what influenced her behavior, but she soon found herself yawning and by noon she had fallen fast asleep, her head resting against Brandon's warm chest.
After she had fallen asleep, Brandon placed Connie on the sofa temporarily and set up a playpen in the livingroom. He then placed her in the playpen. Taking his regression device out once again he pressed the activation button and Connie was soon a baby girl of 9 months. The once too small outfit she had been wearing as a 4 year old now looked huge as it draped over her little body.
Before Brandon could get her a new set of clothes and a diaper, she peed all over her new outfit. Brandon dressed her in some huggies and a sleeper outfit. He then took her wet 4 year old outfit and placed it in the washer with her adult sized diapers, t-shirt, and plastic pants. While they washed, Brandon fixed a bottle of similac baby formula for Connie as he knew she would be hungry when she woke up. He made several extra bottles and placed them in the diaper bag with the extra diapers, several jars of baby food, and clothes that he had prepared for little Connie.
When Connie awoke at 2:30, she was disoriented at first but her adult mind quickly identified that she was in a playpen in her livingroom. She soon found that she was too young to speak and it took her only moments realize that she had somehow regressed into infancy while she had napped.
Brandon had been busy doing some of his inventing when Connie's crying reached his ears. "Goodness" he said "such a big noise from such a little person." He checked Connie's diaper and changed her wet pants before placing her in his left arm, which to Connie was now gargantuan, and then Brandon fed Connie a bottle of formula with his right hand. She wanted to protest at first, but the formula actually tasted good to her and after just a slight fuss, Connie took her bottle.
As he fed her, Brandon explained to Connie what he had done while she was asleep. "Don't worry" he said "You'll be a big girl again by monday." With that reassurance, Connie relaxed and decided to make the best of her condition. She couldn't complain, she thought, so far she had been having a delightful time and it was kind of neet having Brandon wait on her hand and foot. She decided that he would make an excellent daddy for which she was very grateful.
After Connie finished her bottle, Brandon burped her, and then he dressed her in a blanket sleeper, took her to his car, and placed her in a car seat in the back. Boy, she thought, he has really planned out this weekend. Connie couldn't see a thing but soon the car stopped and Brandon took her and the car seat out of the back of his car. Connie noted that he was carrying a diaper bag and soon she heard the familiar voice of Janet from her daycare talking to Brandon.
"Oh she's darling" said Janet "and don't worry, we'll take excellent care of her. I think it's so neat that she and Connie have the same name."
With that Brandon waved goodbye and went to have his car serviced. As for Connie, she was stuck. She had to concede that Brandon was wise to have turned her into a baby. Her inability to speak prevented her from blurting out her real identity. It was embarrassing to have her co-workers change her messy pants, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Two bottles, two jars of baby food and two diaper changes later, Brandon returned. "Well" he said "has my little Connie been a good girl?" He was delighted to hear how well behaved she had been and seemed to take particular delight in tickling her feet which made Connie giggle despite herself.
On the way home Brandon ordered Pizza from the cell phone and the delivery boy arrived the same time as he and Connie got home. After paying the delivery boy, Brandon placed the pizza on the kitchen table and stripped Connie naked. He got his regression device and after some adjustments, Connie once again found herself basking in its warm red glow.
In moments Connie knew that she was growing up again, albeit considerably faster than the first time she had done this. She stopped growing when she reached seven years old. Before she could say anything, she ran up to Brandon and hugged him. "I love you Brandon Myers" she said "this has been the best saturday I can ever remember."
They ate pizza and talked until almost 10 o'clock. Somehow the subject of marriage had been raised and 7 year old Connie had agreed to marry Brandon. Connie wanted to use the device on Brandon and he showed her how to operate it. He offerred to fully restore her but Connie opted to remain seven for the night. That night, the two seven year olds slept very peacefully.
The next morning Connie awoke early once again. She shook Brandon until he too was awake. "So what would you like to do today " he asked. Handing the regression gizmo to Brandon, Connie asked him to turn them back into teenagers. When he had done so, they made passionate love. Afterwards, as she lay naked next to him, Connie wet the bed. "Hey" said Brandon "you're no baby."
Connie grinned at him, grabbed the gizmo once again and said "Oh yes I am". Sunday was even more fun than Saturday.
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