"My... punishment?..." gulped Chris, frightened.
He wasn't sure he believed this crazy old lady. At best, that was what she was. Crazy. And crazy meant dangerous, sometimes. At worst, she was a real witch, which his mind refused to admit. Yet... Yet the two babies hadn’t been there before. And much more troubling, their hair color WAS similar to that of his two acolytes. But... But this was impossible! He couldn't believe THAT!
"Stop playing me for a fool, old woman," he growled. "Every word you say is a lie. I do not know how you managed to procure two babies more or less similar to my partners, but it cannot be them. They're adults. So tell me their true locations at once before I hurt you for real in spite of your old age!"
"Still refusing to believe the evidence, even when it's right in front of you?" she smiled in an evil way. "Well, I guess you need solid proof. Fine. And I WAS going to regress you anyway."
She snapped her fingers and Chris felt himself get smaller. The world got. bigger. Worse, the old woman, quite short, now towered over him. She looked so menacing and impressive now! The world itself was dangerous and out of perspective. The cribs looked like real cages that could hold him at present. And the babies within were as big as him, more or less. His clothes were so large he swam inside and his hands were soft and his fingers chubby. He had a tummy and his legs now possessed folds of fat and tiny toes. As for his privates... Oh, horror! A useless little penis just good for urinating and his scrotum was too close to his slink, indeed also even more useless. Not before his next puberty, at least.
"How cute!" cackled the witch.
She tickled Chris on his ribs, making him shriek with laughter. Amused, she continued until the new baby was breathless. With another snap of her fingers, a third crib appeared and with a few words of magic, Chris found himself wrapped and swaddled tightly but safely in the cribs' soft blankets, with a diaper around his waist and a onesie as a pyjama. Another snap of the witch's fingers got him sent to the land of dreams. Chris barely had tome to scold his brain for finding the blankets and onesie quite comfortable and so, so soft.
As the three scoundrels-turned-babies slept, the witch wondered what to do with them exactly. She wanted to raise Damon, but could she want two more? Or not? And should she change their minds too? And further transform them? The idea had some merit as a glorious form of entertainment, after all.