As Alex, Luke, and Carl stood in front of the Sleepover King, trying desperately to resist the effects of the cursed dimension, they felt their bodies starting to tingle with the familiar sensation of magic. But this time, it wasn’t just their speech being affected. Slowly, they began to shrink even further.
Alex clutched his head, his small hands trembling as he tried to stay focused. “No… no… we can’t… be gettin’ littler…” His voice cracked, and a high-pitched whine escaped his lips as he watched his hands shrink before his eyes.
Carl and Luke, standing beside him, were going through the same transformation. Their limbs grew pudgier, their coordination slipping as they stumbled on their feet. Luke tried to speak, but his words were slurred and nonsensical, sounding more like the babble of a toddler than the logical reasoning he’d intended.
“I… we can’t…” Luke mumbled, his eyes wide with panic as his body shrunk down even further. “Wanna… big!”
Carl, usually the quickest with a joke, could only muster a frustrated squeal as his shrinking arms flailed at the Sleepover King. But his tiny fists were no match, and soon all three of them were reduced to chubby, sleepy toddlers, their heads barely reaching the knees of the towering Sleepover King.
“Noooo…” Alex tried to protest, but what came out was a weak, soft whimper. He blinked, feeling his body growing even heavier, his limbs growing weaker. As he tried to stand, he wobbled and fell backward, landing on his bottom. He let out a soft babbling noise, his ability to form words slipping away completely.
Carl followed suit, his once-sharp mind now clouded in babyish thoughts as he clumsily crawled on his hands and knees, drooling slightly as he looked up at the Sleepover King. “Goo… gah…” was all he could manage, the last remnants of his adult vocabulary disappearing into infantile nonsense.
Luke, always the most composed, tried one last time to fight, but his efforts were in vain. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, blinking slowly as the overwhelming urge to sleep washed over him. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a soft cooing noise came out, his adult mind fading behind the babyish instincts that now controlled him.
The Sleepover King looked down at them with a mixture of amusement and delight. He waved his hand, and with a flash of magic, the boys’ ill-fitting pajamas disappeared, replaced by soft, color-coordinated diapers—red for Alex, blue for Carl, and black for Luke. The bulky diapers crinkled as the boys shifted on the ground, their tiny, baby forms now fully complete.
“Well, well, well,” the Sleepover King said, crouching down to their level with a smirk. “Look at you, my little Baby Cyber Space Warriors. I must say, you look absolutely adorable in your new uniforms. Diapers, all color-coded, just like your old suits.”
The three boys, now reduced to nothing more than babbling, drooling infants, could only look up at him helplessly. Alex tried to glare, but his heavy eyelids drooped as the spell took its final hold. He let out a soft yawn, his tiny hands clutching the edge of his diaper as he shifted uncomfortably.
“Oh, don’t worry, little one,” the Sleepover King cooed, patting Alex’s head. “You won’t have to worry about fighting or protecting anyone anymore. From now on, you’ll live here with me, and I’ll take very good care of you.”
Carl babbled something in response, his chubby hands reaching for his warrior friends, but his movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. He giggled as he accidentally bumped into Luke, who let out a soft, sleepy whimper in return.
“You see,” the Sleepover King continued, “I’ve got everything planned out for you. You’ll spend your days playing with toys, taking naps, and being the cutest little babies in my realm. No more fighting monsters, no more worrying about saving the world. Just endless playtime and naps.”
Alex tried to shake his head, but the heaviness of his baby body made it difficult. He let out a small, frustrated cry, his baby instincts now fully taking over. His tiny fists clenched in futile resistance, but all he could do was squirm in his diaper.
The Sleepover King chuckled, watching the boys’ futile attempts to fight back. “Oh, don’t be like that. You’ll love it here. I’ll make sure you’re well-fed, well-rested, and entertained all the time. And you’ll never have to grow up again. You’ll stay my little Baby Cyber Space Warriors forever.”
As if on cue, the boys let out soft coos and babbles, their infant minds fully embracing their new reality. They rolled around on the soft floor, tugging at each other’s diapers and giggling as the Sleepover King looked on, amused by their helplessness.
“There’s no point in resisting, little ones,” he said with a smirk. “You’re mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Welcome to your new life.”
With that, the Sleepover King stood up, leaving the three diapered boys to their infantile play, knowing that the once-mighty Cyber Space Warriors were now nothing more than pampered little babies.