AN: I decided to repost this chapter and turn Derrick into Carlos :) Sorry for the inconvenience.
He was surprised to see that instead of some adult stranger, a three year old latino boy walked into the nursery. Leaving the door open behind him the new toddler walked over to stand in front of the mesh wall of the playpen. Like him and Greg he was wearing nothing but a diaper, the white color of which really popped out in contrast to his light brown skin. His hair was jet black and long messy mop of tangled strands with curls at the ends. Being a whole year older the baby boy's body was more noticeably defined with less fat, but even with the slight maturity still appeared young enough that the disposable garment snugly taped to his behind didn't seem out of place. As unusual as the sight was given children his age would be wearing pull-ups or some other kind of training pants, Bill had to admit he looked positively cute and adorable standing there in just his pampers. Blushing as he realized he was staring he quickly averted his gaze.
"Hi there, yoo two must be da new guys. My name's Carwos" he happily greeted with a lisp that wasn't as bad as their own.
Folding his hands behind his back the toddler spoke.
"Now I know yoo both must have awotta questions..."
Greg automatically interrupted the other, "Yea damn wight I got awotta queschins. First off why da hell are we baybees?"
Carlos stared at him quizzically, "Beecuz dat's what you agreed to when yoo signed da Toys n Tots contract. Lemme guess ya didn't wead it?"
Both Bill and Greg shook their heads. They thought it was a simple experiment to earn some extra cash for college. Neither one of them expected this to happen. Although Bill was liking the turn of the events, he just didn't wish his roommate had to suffer for his secret fantasy to come true.
"Well dat's unfortunate. Sowwie to tell you this but dese are going to be your new ages for a while" Carlos regretfully admitted.
"How wong we gonna be wike dis?" Bill asked secretly hoping the regression would last a long time.
"Foreva...the serum da compenny gave yoo is designed ta be permanent" Carlos revealed to Bill's inner delight and Greg's outer horror. The baby boy then raised his hands defensively in a placating fashion, "Now don't werwee da Toys n Toys compenny will take care of everything and all yoo haftar do is test their producks. Doesn't dat sound wike a good deal?"
Greg who was on the verge of years shouted back, "No, I wanna be an adult!"
Carlos sighed and scratched the top of his head in confusion, "It's weally weird dat you're reacting wike dis, uswally they pick peeple who want to be dis young, just wike I did."
"Yoo wanted to be a toddwer?" Bill asked in surprise at finding another infantilist like himself.
"Sure did. Eva since high skool I've wanted to go back to my diapa days. Den the compenny sent me an ad a month after my gwaduation which I responded to and dey made my dreams come troo" he grinned, showing off his tiny baby teeth in a wide smile. Bill felt like doing the same as now he had the chance to re-experience his babyhood. And if what Carlos said about the serum was true he'd never have to give it up. He'd never have to stop sucking his thumb or using a pacifier. He'd never have to give up drinking from a bottle or sippy cup. And he'd never have to learn to use the toilet and could stay in diapers until the end of time. All these thoughts made him internally smile at his new bright future as a baby.
Meanwhile Greg had resumed hugging his legs, slowly rocking back and forth as he whimpered and mentally prayed this was all a bad dream. Feeling bad for dragging his roommate into this, for Bill was partially responsible as the ad for the company had come in the mail just for him. However he had convinced Greg to come along and do it with him. Now he was a two year old who had nothing to look forward to but wetting and messing his pants.
He was about to say something to try and comfort the other when Carlos start acting funny. The older toddler was shifting lightly from foot to foot with an uncomfortable look on his face.
"Carwos, are yoo okay?" Bill asked out of concern.
"Yeah, I just need ta go potty but wike to hold it in for a bit." After finishing the sentence Carlo's frowny expression morphed into one of concentration. Then not two seconds later a look of relief appeared along with a smug grin.
Oddly enough Bill recalled having seen a similar look like that before and it only took him a couple of seconds to remember where. It was the same look his baby cousin had when he went number two in his diaper, having caught the little tyke doing his business behind the couch during their last family get together. Tilting his head to the side he spied that the seat of the other's padding was now sitting much lower than before. His suspicions were furthered confirmed when less than a minute later a stinky odor reached his nose, the source of which was obviously Carlo's padded behind which was where the smell was coming from.
"Aww dere's nothin' wike dropping a nice big one in your diapa" Carlos openly remarked while patting the front of his diaper with his hand, looking quite proud about his messy accident.
The three year old then...