"I wish everyone was the same age they were before!" I cried. Then I looked about the school. Mr. Jenkins looked right. Ms. Scott looked right. Everyone looked
as they should. *whew!*
Ah, but what about the cheerleaders?
I went back outside, and found them scrambling to get back into their clothes.
"Not so fast," I said. "I wish that all the cheerleaders of this school were two-year olds." And just like that, it happened again, only this time it happened the way it
should have-- just the cheerleaders, no one else.
Mrs. Johnson wasn't affected though. I thought about how hot she seemed for a 35 year old lady...
"I wish Mrs. Johnson was the same age as me!"
Damn!
She was even hotter now than before! Her legs were so slender, her waist so thin, her breasts so perky...wow!
I turned back to Amanda, still struggling against the clothes that she had wanted to wear when she was back to normal but now trapped in again once she had changed back into a toddler. She had been the whole reason for being here, despite the fact that I now had Mrs. Johnson near me as well, examining her body through her loose sweater.
Maybe there was a way I could make this work. And seeing how everyone was once babies...maybe I could have a bit of fun with it?
"I wish Amanda was the same age as me and Mrs. Johnson!"
Amanda shot through ages, her body maturing and growing quickly, but not slow enough that she could get back into her clothes. What awaited me was a full grown teenager trying to put her cheerleader blouse on her naked body through her legs. She took one look at me and said, "Boy, when you wanted to take me out, I never thought it would go this far. I don't even remember how you get me out of my clothes, but you must have been amazing at it".
The teenaged Mrs. Johnson walked over to us, hesitantly, "Ex-xcuse muh-me...what's going on? Why are all the cheerleaders babies and...?"
"I wish that both of you are diaper dependent and love having me taking care of you".
With a whoosh of air, Amanda and Mrs. Johnson's panties were back onto their bodies before they began to puff out and inflate and turn crinkly, changing into adult diapers with fairly artsy patterns, not too infantile, but just modern enough to be art.
"Oh! Now I remember!" Amanda smirked, "I always did want to remember what it was like being a baby, despite us being adults and having to watch all these kids from the day care, right Stephanie?"
I blinked. Apparently reality had reshaped to allow this scenario into existence, otherwise who knows what else might have happened. At least...that's how I reasoned with it. How else would I describe how everything suddenly made sense? I mean, it's not like I can just make up the rules and...
Oh wait, I forgot. I could. (insert nervous chuckle).
But wait, Stephanie? I turned to the other girl here, whom nodded in response to Amanda's question, "We had been debating that for weeks now. Thank you for allowing us the privilage to see how it would be like". She slightly lifted her sweater, revealing her own diaper hiding underneath.
"So, what now? We can't just leave the kids out here, they'll catch a cold", Amanda said, notifying the others of how late in the evening it was becoming. She had just stood up at the moment, the remnants of her clothes in her arms.
Stephanie smirked, moved over to Amanda and flicked her right nipple on her naked breast. Amanda cried out in alarm and, to my shock, arousal. "Seems like they're not the only ones, either". She turned away from her to look around, "Amanda's right though. Where are their parents? They should have been here by now to pick them up".