Lonnie belched loudly, leaning back in his chair.
“I wiped the floor with you suckers!” he crowed happily. “I ate the most tacos!”
“Yeah, that might not be a good thing,” his friend Kevin replied. They were enjoying a post-practice meal; as football players, they had to eat a lot, and the Tex-Mex fast food place near the high school was where they typically refueled. “Remember what happened the last time you had more than four tacos here?”
“I’m sure they changed the recipe,” Lonnie said, shrugging. Devin, another football player, snorted.
“I don’t think they did.”
“They taste the same to me,” confirmed the last member of their friend group, Tevin. “I’d go to the bathroom now if I were you.”
“Please. I’m fine.” Lonnie suddenly let out a wet fart. “Shit!” The laughter of his friends followed him as he rushed to the bathroom, which, according to the sign on the door, was recently remodeled. “C’mon, c’mon!” Despite Lonnie’s best attempts, he didn’t manage to pull down his pants in time. Hot diarrhea filled his underwear. “…Great. This again.”
Before Lonnie could begin the process of cleaning himself up, he felt invisible hands strip him of his pants and underwear, then wipe him down with what felt like…baby wipes? Suddenly, the changing station was lowered and Lonnie was lifted onto it. The invisible hands taped a diaper onto him and removed his shirt, leaving him in just the diaper.
Lonnie sat up, intending on getting off the changing table. However, everything seemed much bigger now, and the ground was much further away than before. In the mirror above the sink, Lonnie could see his reflection: a baby boy in a thick, white diaper. Tears trickled down his cheeks. He opened his mouth to cry. The invisible hands returned to pop a pacifier into his mouth. Lonnie suckled on it, calming down immediately.
An employee came into the restroom to clean it.
“Hey, little boy! What are you doing here?” the employee cooed. He picked Lonnie up and brought him out of the bathroom. “Excuse me, ma’am?” The young woman the employee had approached looked up. “This little guy was in the bathroom. Could you hold him while I contact the authorities?”
“Sure!” The woman took Lonnie. “Aw, he’s so little!” she cooed, pinching Lonnie’s cheeks. “What an adorable baby boy.”
At a nearby table, Lonnie’s friends got sick of waiting for him.
“He probably needs new pants,” Kevin sighed, getting up from the table. “I’ll go check on him.” From his spot in the woman’s lap, Lonnie watched Kevin enter the bathroom. He suckled urgently on the pacifier, wondering what was going to happen to Kevin.
A few minutes later, Kevin emerged from the bathroom…