✅ The Baby Makers

Out of Control

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When the wave of laughter faded, Stacie was feeling a lot more confident about whatever was coming next. She'd been a little bit naughty, but Phil wasn't angry at all. So maybe it wasn't as naughty as she thought. If she could be sure of that, she didn't need to be embarrassed anymore.

"I did a weewee in my panties," she said again. She was still blushing, but giggling a little as well. She knew it was naughty, but somehow that was exciting. Doing something forbidden made her feel alive, like a rebel, even if Phil had said it was okay.

"Yes," Phil answered her with a smile. "And I'm so proud of you."

"Yes, and I'm so proud of you."

"Really?"

"Yes. You're turning into the cutest little baby ever. It's so hard just to relax and let it happen, but you're being the cutest baby ever. Good girl."

As the blushes conquered her face again, stacie couldn't stop smiling. And there was only one doubt left in her mind.

"So I get changed now and get all clean?"

"Yes. Let's go, and you can pick a cute diaper out. I'm sure you'll be an adorable baby."

"Does that mean I'm not allowed to use the potty? Do I got to ask?"

"It's up to you, Stacie. If you really want to you can try to go potty like a big girl, but I might make it harder for you. Or you can relax and use your diapers like a good baby. I'm just here to help you be a happy little one, so you don't need to worry at all."

Stacie nodded and smiled. He wanted her to be a baby, so she was going to be the best baby ever. It was still just a little embarrassing, but she knew that she was having more and more fun the littler she got, so Phil must know what was best for her. It seemed like a weird thing to ask, and she wasn't sure she wanted that choice.

"Do you want me to poop in my diaper too?" she asked, her surprise at the thought coming through clearly. "I don't... I mean, you said like a baby, and babies..."

"You can if you want," Phil smiled. "You're enjoying turning into a baby so much, I'm sure it wouldn't upset you."

"Uh-uh," she shook her head, "I don't think I'm gonna. But if you want me to, I..."

"I think it's nice for you to be more babyish, but I don't mind if you want to leave that until later. If you want to just go as soon as you feel the urge, you already know I'll be so proud of you for being a good baby. Or if you'd rather, I can speed up making you littler to the point you can't help it. You already know I can make you have an accident, don't you? So if you want it to happen, you can just ask me. Any time you're ready."

"I wanna be a baby for you!" Stacie said, and when she heard the words coming out of her mouth she knew that they were really true. This wasn't just playing along; it was something she could be excited about. Anything that would make Phil happy made her happy too, and she couldn't wait to be a complete little baby for him, no matter what that involved. "Pleeeeease can I be a baby?"

"Of course you can. I think you're halfway there already, and being in diapers will make you even cuter. I want you to be a real baby, so you will be, and the only thing you get to choose is when. Do you want to tell me when you're ready to be littler again, or make you littler as soon as you're changed? You can be a baby now or later, it's up to you. Or if you want to keep your diapers clean a little longer, you can ask to use the potty before you change, and I'll tell you what a good girl you are until you get littler again. Do you want to be a perfect little baby right away, or would you rather take it slow, step by step, and enjoy each little change?"

"Uhh..." Stacie wasn't sure how to reply. All of the options sounded equally scary, and fun, and embarrassing, and exciting. "I don't know, it's all naughty, can you surprise me please? Umm you could do what you like best? Or toss a coin?"

"Heh, you're adorable. You don't want any more choices?"

"I wanna..." embarrassment lowered Stacie's voice to a whisper, so she wasn't even sure if Phil could hear her, "... to do everything you say and be a good baby for you."

"That's okay," Phil patted her on the head, ruffling her hair, and nothing could have made her happier. "I won't ask you anymore, so everything's a surprise. You can always say stop if it's too much, or too fast. But even when I say it, you might be too little understand. You're already using childish words for some things, like saying potty instead of toilet. That is so cute, but if you get any younger then you won't understand what I mean if I use the adult words for those things, my words will go right over your head and make you feel so little, but you will be able to do what I tell you without even knowing."

Stacie giggled excitedly as she felt herself getting smaller again, and the room getting bigger. She found it was hard to keep her balance, and she felt like she could fall over soon. Was she really getting too little to walk? She didn't know. But she was sure the next time Phil made her littler, she might not know right away what he'd decided to have her do. It was like a mystery tour, and she had no idea how many stops were left on this ride.

"Wow," she said, grabbing Phil's hand and holding on tight. "I think I'm getting small. I can still walk though, is that okay? It's kinda fun."

"Yes, you can still walk," Phil smiled down at her, and took a few slow steps to the door. "When you get younger, you'll still be able to walk most of the time. You won't fall down unless you're somewhere safe so it won't hurt. But you'll feel really proud of walking, like it's something you just learned, and you'll keep on feeling like you might fall if you're not careful." There were a lot of words there, and Stacie had forgotten them before she could even try to untangle the meaning. But she was sure Phil had said at the start she could walk like a big girl, so while she felt the room growing around her she held onto his hand and took a couple of wobbly steps.

"You'll be getting smaller again soon," Phil cautioned her, "It might be a good idea to stand still until you're sure what size you are. When you get younger again, every step you take will feel like a big achievement, and you'll be so proud of being able to walk, but you'll get clumsier and clumsier until you can't even stand without a little help, and you'll feel more safe and protected than you ever thought possible. And after the next time you get younger, you will automatically empty your bladder and bowels whenever you feel the slightest urge. You won't be able to help it at all, and you will feel so very embarrassed, but in a way that you really love. Is that okay?"

Stacie looked up at Phil's hand, her eyes wide in amazement. She hadn't been able to hear most of his words, she'd just been watching her own hands get smaller, and feeling the world get bigger, again and again. It didn't matter that she could see her hand clasping his almost normally, she'd stopped paying any attention to what was really there. The image in her mind was of her tiny, pudgy hand clumsily holding onto two of his fingertips, and barely being able to reach around to make her fingers touch. Phil was almost a giant now, or she was just a step or two away from being a baby. And she didn't have a clue what he'd just told her to feel.

"You okay?" Phil asked again, a few moments later. "Too much?"

"No. I'm good! Super little! I like surprises!" Stacie nodded happily, head bobbing even faster now. She was excited to find out what was going to come next, and turning it into a mystery had just made her look forward to it even more.