Ringo slowly came back from the darkness of his sleep and opened his eyes. Instead of the store lights, he saw the familiar ceiling of his home. He sighed in relief; finally he was back in his adult body, his soft adult bed and in his adult life. “Uurgh, that’ll teach me to drink beer before bed,” he thought to himself. “I gotta tell Skeebe about that dream; I bet he’d get a kick out of being the big bro.” He chuckled sleepily as he closed his eyes again and rolled over in his sheets, his lower half feeling a little cold and damp. 

“What the hell? It feels like I wet my bed,” He thought to himself. “Wait! Skeebe! My body!” He yelped as he sat up quickly, looking down at his body. Everything seemed okay; he still had his chubby, firm belly. He had the Thick, soft fur of an adult. He still had his toned arms. He was still wearing the Sesame Street t-shirt he fell asleep in. Wait, what?!

He tugged his shirt, looking down at his shirt, only to be greeted by Big Bird and Elmo staring back at him. “What the fuck?” He thought to himself, “When did I put that on? When did I ever own this?!” He distinctively remembered falling asleep in just his boxers last night. He was beginning to freak out a little, “this really isn’t right” he thought. He grabbed his bedsheets, only to be taken back when he realised they weren’t his plain blue sheets. They were adorned with Looney Tunes Babies characters now. He let out a yip, finally looking around his room. 

His big TV and gaming consoles had been replaced with a changing table and diaper drawer. His video game and anime figurines had been replaced by toys and plushies. He turned to his bedside table where his weights were, but in their place were a pacifier and a rattle. “What the fuck happened to my room?!” He screamed out, his mouth agape in shock as he stared at his babified room. He was back to looking like an adult, but now everything else was just immature and childish.

Slowly, the feeling of cold dampness on his lower-half came back to him. His ears drooped, letting out a little whimper. Making sure he didn’t wet himself overnight, he looked at his sheets again. They didn’t seem to have any of the tell-tale dark patches. He reached down and patted the sheets around his crotch. They were dry too, but he felt something soft and squishy underneath them. At first he giggled, patting the weird soft and squishy thing until he heard it. *Crinkle Crinkle* 

His eyes went wide as the shock and horror set in again, ripping off his sheets as fast as he could. A chill ran down his spine as his worst fear was confirmed; his boxers were now replaced with a thick, adult-sized diaper, a wet one at that. He began to whimper and squirm around, beginning to feel incredibly uncomfortable, listening to his padding squish and crinkle between his legs. The strange thing was that the thoughts of uncomfortableness weren’t coming from the shock of being an adult wearing a diaper, but instead the thoughts that he needed it changed. Ringo’s adult thoughts began to fade away, but knew something felt off besides the wet padding, but he didn’t really know what it was anymore. Maybe his red panda plushie, Pandy, was missing? He hadn’t seen him since he woke up after all. Someone had to know what was wrong.

“Mommy?” he called out, getting no response back. “Daddy?” he called out again, only to hear nothing in return. “Wait! Why did I call them that?” He thought to himself, his adult thoughts coming back to him. He tried calling out “Mom!” and “Dad!” but once again, all that came out of his lips was “Mommy!” and “Daddy!”

“What the hell am I doing? I gotta get this damn diaper off!” He screamed, tugging at the diaper tapes as hard as he could, hoping to finally be free of his damp garment. After the first tug, he expected the tape to rip right off, but it was stuck there. He tugged at the tapes harder and harder, but to no avail. He couldn’t tell if the tapes were made to be this tough to get off, or considering the condition of his surroundings, his arms had the strength of a toddler, despite their muscular appearance.  

“Fuck!” He shouted in frustration. “This isn’t right! I need to find Skeebe right now, maybe he knows what the hell is happening here.”

He jumped out of his bed and tried to take his first few steps to the door. Just like in his dream, the thick padding was making it very difficult to walk normally, forcing him to waddle to the door. With each step he could feel himself losing his balance, stopping at the door and bracing himself before he fell over. His legs felt weak and wobbly like in the dream too. He could feel himself start to cry and sniffle as his emotional control started to regress again. He was getting scared and frustrated, and all he could do was let it out, no matter how hard he tried to compose himself. 

Finally, after a few moments, he managed to calm himself down a little. He wiped his eyes and reached for the handle, a little annoyed he couldn’t stop himself from sniffling still. Holding himself against the wall, he opened the door and waddled as fast as he could outside and down the hall to Skeebe’s room. Unfortunately, he underestimated his balance and with one misplaced step, he fell back onto his wet, padded bottom with a very loud squish. He winced at the feeling of the cold, damp diaper on his butt.  

Ringo tried to get back onto his feet, but he couldn’t seem to centre himself, falling back onto his butt with each attempt. Even when he finally did manage to get himself back onto his hands and knees, his first attempt at standing proved to be futile, ending up with his legs giving out and making him fall down once again. His poor ego couldn’t take much more of this humiliation, being back in his adult body but having just about everything that made him an adult stripped away, down to his mobility. Finally giving in, he weakly called out “Skeebe! Please help me!”

He hung his head and whimpered softly at first, but soon he heard footsteps coming towards him, making his ears perk. He looked up and expected to see his little brother at eye-level with him, but instead he was met with the crotch of the adult version of his brother. Ringo’s jaw dropped once again in confusion. 

Skeebe smiled down at Ringo warmly, a sight that oddly gave Ringo some comfort despite the confusing situation. “Hey there bro,” Skeebe said “How was your nap?”

Ringo smiled and looked up at the grown fox, simply happy to see his brother after the dreadful start to the day. “Oh my god Skeebe, I’m so glad it’s you!” Ringo yipped happily, letting the words just flow from his mouth in relief to see a friendly face. “I had this really weird dream that I was a baby and you were grown, but then you looked after me, then I went to sleep and then I woke up. But now I’m wearing baby clothes! And…wait how are you big anyway?!” He looked his brother over in confusion.

Skeebe just kept smiling at Ringo, finally letting out a chuckle. “Wow, somebody is a talkative little one today.” 

Ringo was taken back by his brother’s response. “What the heck are you talking about Skeebe? Come on, I’m in a wet diaper for god’s sa-…!” Ringo’s rant was interrupted as a familiar tingle ran down his spine. It was the same one he felt when he began to shrink in his dream. 

“Oh god no! Pease not again!” Ringo whimpered pathetically. “Skeebe! I’m shwinking again, you haff ta hewp me!” He yelped and covered his maw, hearing his voice start to sound high pitched with the baby-like lisp. He looked down at himself, watching his body contract and shrink back into babyhood. His arm and leg muscles softened into weak, chubby limbs with very tiny hands and feet at the end. He lifted up his shirt, watching his pecs slowly soften and disappear. His belly started losing any kind of muscle definition, puffing out as baby fat instead. 

Ringo looked up at his brother once again. “Hewp me bwo! I tuwn baby ‘gain!” Skeebe didn’t seem to notice anything wrong; he just stood there, looking down at Ringo and smiling cheerfully. It was getting harder for Ringo to make out words, almost feeling like he had peanut butter in his mouth, getting in the way of his tongue working around each word. 

Looking back at his clothes, Ringo saw this regression was different from the one in his dream; His clothes were shrinking along with him as well. His little baby belly was poking out from under the now smaller t-shirt for the entire world to see. Even his diaper was shrunk to fit his little bottom, just as thick and puffy as before. 

Finally with some effort, he managed to force out a sentence “Theebe! Hewp! Me tink maaaabagathhhffffmbawoobah!” Ringo’s eyes grew wide in horror as his ability to speak faded away. He tried to speak again. “Gaaffthagooothaaaabaaa!” Nothing would come out except stupid, immature baby babble. Before he could try again, he noticed that the shrinking feeling had finally stopped, but this time he knew he was much younger than in his dream.

Skeebe knelt down and picked up little Ringo, cradling him in his arms and giggling. “Awww I think someone needs a change.” Skeebe chirped down to his shrunken brother. “Guess you were so wrapped up in your little adventure you didn’t notice you became a squishy bum!”

Ringo blushed and whined, flailing and squirming about in his brother’s huge paws, trying to get free.

“Hmmm, a bit restless too it seems. I think someone is going to need a nap right after he gets a fresh diapee on his little botty.”

Ringo could only whimper and whine in protest. Just when he thought he was safe from the humiliating baby treatment of his dream, he was now awake and dealing with it again. To make matters worse, he couldn’t even speak his protests at his brother to stop him. 

“Come on baby bro, back to your room.” Skeebe said as he carried Ringo back into his babyfied room. Looking around again, Ringo saw that the bed he had woken up in had disappeared just like everything else that had once proved his maturity. In its place was a baby’s crib with a little blanket and pillow, a mobile with little flying dragons dangling above it. There was nothing left in the room that Ringo could rely on to show he was an adult anymore. 

With that, it had all become far too much for Ringo. His babyfied emotional control was overflowing with the combined emotions of fear, confusion, anger and frustration. Even his uncomfortable, wet diaper was getting too much to handle. He couldn’t hold it in any longer; resulting in him screaming at the top of his lungs, crying and kicking wildly in a baby’s tantrum. He could feel himself being carried over to the changing table by his brother, being lowered down onto its soft, plush mattress.  

Now so caught up in the waterfall of emotions, his brain began to muddle. He couldn’t manage to make a single straight thought anymore. He could feel the clammy dampness of his diaper finally being removed, but at this point he couldn’t care. He just wanted to be big, even just have Pandy at his side to cuddle up with to make him feel safe. He felt his legs being lifted up, the smell of baby powder seeping into his nostrils before he was lowered back onto something thick and crinkly being secured snugly around his waist. His little bottom and private finally felt fresh and clean, but Ringo was too far into his tantrum to let that ease him out of it.

He choked on the air as the tears streamed down his face. Suddenly, Ringo felt it all being interrupted with something being gently pushed into his maw. He didn’t know what it was, but it felt kind of nice in there, his mouth suckling away at it almost on instinct. Ringo could feel his sadness slowly melt away with each suckle as Skeebe lifted him up once again, cradling Ringo to his chest. Ringo looked up at his brother, wiping his little eyes as he watched Skeebe’s mouth move as funny sounds came out of it. Ringo had no idea what the fox was saying anymore, but it oddly made him feel warm just to hear his brother’s sounds. 

As Skeebe cuddled his brother closer, Ringo could feel the warmth flow over his body. As his ear was placed against Skeebe’s chest, he could hear a funny thumping noise coming from it. Strangely, it was a comfort to the baby hatchling, beating in time with his suckles of the thing in his maw. The rhythm of the beating was beginning to make Ringo sleepy, causing his eyes to start closing. His body began to feel very heavy as he drifted off into sleep, making Ringo curl up against Skeebe to feel his soft, warm fur.  

He didn’t want to go to sleep now, he wanted to have more time with Skeebe, snuggled nice and warm to his chest. Before he knew it, however, he could feel himself being lowered into his crib, Skeebe resting the hatchling’s head on the soft pillow and tucking him in. Ringo whimpered, raising his paws up at Skeebe’s face as it hovered over the crib. Skeebe moved his mouth again, making the silly sounds come out that made Ringo giggle very weakly in his sleepiness. Even if he couldn’t understand them, the sounds still reassured Ringo that he’d see his big brother once he woke up, making the hatching smile behind his pacifier.

Just as Skeebe’s face left Ringo’s view, a paw came over to the metal dragon’s that were hanging above Ringo’s crib, gently pushing them to make them start flying. Ringo looked up at the dragons flying above him and flapped his tiny wings a little as he curled up in his warm blankey. The last thing Ringo thought about before his sleep enveloped him was about the flying dragons.
Ringo couldn’t wait for the day that he could be a big boy dragon and fly everywhere with his big bro.

Slowly, Ringo began to wake once again from the darkness of his sleep. 

“….go?” “….ngo?” 

He opened his eyes slowly, hearing something coming out of the darkness.

“…ingo?” “Wake up Ringo.”

He winced a little as a bright light shined in his eyes, rubbing them a little to try and clear them. “Mrrrrn…? Wha?” Ringo mumbled.

As his vision cleared, he saw the bright lights of the department store. The adult version of his brother came into view, shading Ringo’s eyes from the harsh light as he smiled down at the hatchling.

“Hey little bro. How was your nap?”