Rick opened his eyes, and immediately knew something was wrong. He found himself standing on the floor still, but his eye level was much lower. He was staring forward, yet he was looking below Emily's knees. He glanced up, saw Emily staring at him with her jaw dropped, and that's when it somehow got worse.
He felt a shaking in his legs, then before he knew it he fell slightly backwards onto his behind. His instinct was to say "what the hell" but all that came out of his mouth was a gurgle. His eyes widened, realizing what had likely happened.
"Bubwa... badaga?" He tried to ask as he raised his hands only to find them smaller and chubby.
"Oh my god, Rick, are you in there?" Emily's now booming voice rose above him.
He nodded his head. Suddenly, tears began to well up. Rick tried to stop it, but his body betrayed him as he felt an only minor pain in his butt. Soon Rick was crying, and the cry was definitely a baby's cry.
"No no Rick it's ok!" Emily tried to soothe him. She quickly placed the camera on the coffee table and then scooped Rick up into her arms.
Rick felt so unbelievably tiny. Emily was able to cradle him like he was a ham from the deli. As Emily held him against her chest, he couldn't help but notice how massive Emily's tits appeared to be from his new perspective. His momentary surprise at this feature coupled with Emily's soothing rocking helped his new body calm down, and he felt himself stop crying.
"There we go honey it's ok." Emily told Rick in the most babying voice she could muster.
Rick shot her daggers from his eyes which caused Emily to chuckle. She started to walk while she defended herself.
"Hey you're the one who was crying." She said, before arriving at the mirror on the wall.
Rick's jaw dropped. There stood Emily in the mirror, but in her arms was a baby girl, barely under one year old. She had curly red hair just past her ears and a blue hair band with a bow on it holding it back. The baby was wearing a goofy blue dress, and underneath Rick could make out the distinct impression of a diaper, and a pink one at that.
"Hmf." Rick pouted, trying not to let his new emotions get the better of him again.
"I'm so sorry Rick... but it'll be all right." She comforted him, instinctively rocking him again. "Let's just keep trying with the camera."
Rick wanted to protest. He wanted to say that it was too dangerous to keep trying and he did not want to be used as a guinea pig, but all he could muster was a bratty, adorable "No!"
"I'm sorry baby... sorry, poor choice of words." She nervously chuckled. "I'm sorry Rick, but it's our only chance of changing you back." She explained while browsing her phone quickly.
"Ok, I'm not seeing any pics of you in my phone... but I still do have your mom's number. God, I guess I might be babysitting you." She guessed. Rick stared up at her in distress, as he did not like the idea of being taken to be babied by his mother. "Yeah, I think I know what you're saying. Let's change you back before you get stuck like this for a while." Emily agreed.
Before they could walk back towards the camera, the front door adjacent to them suddenly knocked, and a muffled voice wrung out.
"Hey, are you okay in there? I heard crying!" They called.
"Shit." Emily whispered. Rick glanced up at her, trying to tell her not to open the door, but she shook her head. "Reality's changed remember Rick?" She whispered. "I don't want child services barging in and taking you if it looks like I'm freaking kidnapping you." She argued, before opening the door.
There on the other side was...