April smiled as she watched Riley snuggle into her arms, eyes fluttering sleepily. The tiny girl had just finished drinking her bottle and was now sucking gently on her pacifier, her small hands clutching at April’s shirt.
“This is too cute,” April whispered to herself, stroking Riley’s soft curls. She had expected Riley to enjoy this, but seeing her so completely happy and content in her new form was beyond anything she had imagined.
But then, an idea formed in April’s mind.
What if she took it a step further?
The jar of Baby Cream was still sitting on the coffee table. The label had said that whoever used it could turn back whenever they wanted—but what if they didn’t? What if April added more? Would it make Riley even younger?
She glanced down at the tiny girl in her arms, watching as Riley sucked lazily on her pacifier, her cheeks rosy and round. A mischievous grin spread across April’s face.
“Let’s see just how little you can be, my sweet baby,” she thought.
Carefully, she reached for the jar without waking Riley. Scooping out a small amount of the cool, velvety ointment, she gently spread it onto Riley’s exposed arm—this time, using more than before.
Almost immediately, the glow returned.
April’s heart pounded as she felt Riley’s small body grow even lighter in her arms. The change was slow—delicate—like watching time itself unwind.
Riley let out a soft, sleepy whimper as her limbs began to shrink further. Her already tiny fingers curled into even smaller fists, her chubby little hands becoming nearly the size of a newborn’s. Her onesie, which had fit perfectly just moments ago, began to bunch up around her shrinking body, becoming loose and oversized.
April watched in awe as Riley’s features softened even more. Her cheeks plumped adorably, her nose and lips becoming even tinier. Her hair thinned, leaving behind the soft, fine wisps of an infant.
Then, to April’s surprise, her pacifier slipped from her mouth—not because Riley had spit it out, but because her little lips simply couldn’t hold it anymore. A tiny, high-pitched whimper escaped from her, followed by a small, instinctive cry.
April gasped. “Oh my god… she’s a newborn.”
Riley squirmed weakly in her arms, her movements slow and clumsy like a true infant’s. Her once-playful kicking had been replaced by the gentle, twitchy motions of a brand-new baby just discovering her own body.
April quickly adjusted her grip, cradling Riley more securely against her chest. “Shh, shh,” she cooed softly, rubbing her tiny back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
The tiny baby whimpered again, her lips parting as if she was about to cry—but as soon as April started rocking her gently, Riley let out a soft sigh and snuggled into her warmth.
April’s heart melted.
“Oh my god, Riley,” she whispered, gently stroking the newborn’s delicate cheek. “You’re so little now… so helpless.”
The oversized onesie now hung off her tiny frame, looking absolutely ridiculous on someone so small. April carefully unzipped it and slid it off, leaving Riley in nothing but her diaper. Even that looked too big now.
Holding her close, April marveled at how utterly fragile Riley had become. Her soft, pink skin, her delicate little fingers, the way she let out tiny sighs and coos as she rested against April’s heartbeat—it was all so… real.
April gently kissed the top of Riley’s head. “There we go, baby girl,” she murmured. “You’re as tiny as can be now.”
The newborn let out a sleepy little gurgle in response.
April swayed gently, comforting her tiny charge. She had fully regressed her roommate into a newborn, and there was no way Riley could do anything about it. She was completely dependent on April now.
And April?
She was absolutely loving it.