Mitch and David were both quite panic-stricken and very understandably so. They were in a world of big large daddies and were aged no more than twelve! Of course they were going to gather attention, the sort none of them wanted! So before they were snatched by a guy intent on playing house with them as the children, and before they were regressed some more, they promptly decided to make a move towards the doors of this gigantic mall. At least outside there would be less men to cast curious looks at them and they’d be less conspicuous.
“Let’s get out of here,” whispered David. “Quick.”
“Yeah,” agreed Mitch. “Once out of here we can decide what to do. How to get back to our proper age and world.”
Which just by saying it sounded like an impossible task. But they had no choice. The way to the elevator was crowded by passers-by and when the doors opened it seemed just like a normal lift. Perhaps they could wait outside and once the mall less crowded, they could make their way back and fiddle with the lift. Hopefully they’d get back as they were and in their normal reality. David shared that idea with Mitch who nodded. He did not have a better one and it sounded like the surest path to a solution they had for the moment. But they had to get away first, so they rushed as best they could towards any possible doors in their oversized clothes dragging on the ground, which soon showed themselves. The two young teens darted in their direction. Unfortunately, they never reached them, or rather never in their current state.
Both got lifted off the ground and started running in the air. They gasped and yelped in surprise. An enormous man, as tall as wide, was holding them each in one hand by the collar, his smile as wide as he was and showing very white teeth.
“Well, well, well,” he said, thrilled. “What have we here? Where are your daddies?”
“Gone to a store,” said quickly Mitch. “He left us to go back to the car and wait for him there.”
“Yeah,” said David in a rush.
“And what store did he go to?” asked the security guard.
At that, both Mitch and David uttered the names of stores within their vision. Alas, they both said the names of two different stores simultaneously, which made the guard laugh loudly.
“Two little liars! As if I had ever believed otherwise! You’re not dressed like little ones, you know. Or behave like good boys, for that matter.”
David explained hastily that they were two security guard and that they had stumbled into this reality by pure mistake. And that they really wanted to get back home and to their proper age. And that they would never tell anyone, promise. Mitch agreed vehemently but their hopes were soon dashed.
“Sorry, boys. Daddies love their babies and though you entered the Daddy Dimension by mistake, letting go of two boys that would make a daddy or more very happy would be unthinkable. A crime, in fact. And I’ll get a good promotion for turning you in too. You get daddies, daddies get you and I get a raise and promotion. Everyone will be a winner!”
He then hoisted Mitch and David upon his shoulders, striding back into the depths of the mall, deaf to the panicked protests of the two former adults.
After a few minutes, the security guard entered a store that looked in appearance like a pet shop. But… a pet shop catering to parents, it seemed. There were books and pamphlets on algebra, history, good morals and discipline on a stand, various candy and cereal boxes, toys, and many many other things any parent, or rather daddy, might wish to purchase. The shop was called “At The Happy Daddy’s” and what struck David and Mitch most were the cribs installed as cages around the place. There were half a dozen kids in there, all babies and toddlers, some crying and some sleeping. The guard unceremoniously dumped the teens into two separate crib-cages, which the owner of the place locked. This man had a long nose, a glass eye, a head going bald in the front, a beard going around his chin, and a conniving evil demeanour. He had a huge potbelly as well, unsurprisingly. He rubbed his hands and thanked the security guard, assuring him of a good word ensuring the guard’s promotion and bonus. Both boys were very, very worried. Who was going to get them? Were they going to be regressed further? They were stuck in cribs, naked because the guard had ripped their clothes off of them and felt extremely vulnerable. And worse, the store said “Boys made-to-order”. How were they going to be transformed further and who would want them as what?