A Little Change (Tmnt 2012)

Chapter 4

Mikey shifted in the highchair. He was very uncomfortable. The diaper he had been forcefully put in earlier that morning was now pressed up against him because of the way he had been put in the highchair.

Mikey had been stuck in the highchair for a good thirty minutes, watching his brothers have breakfast.

For some reason, they really seemed to believe he was a baby. That much was obvious.

Mikey couldn't believe it. They had put him in a diaper and forced him to drink a bottle of milk filled with laxatives for breakfast.

Of course, Mikey was mad. As Mikey watched his brothers, though, he noticed a drastic change from the day before. His brothers were smiling and seemed genuinely happy. It was as though they didn't even remember Splinter was dead. They talked of Mikey like he was a small baby and always had been. It made Mikey wonder if something happened to their memories.

Just the day before, they had been grieving their lost father and treating Mikey like a fifteen year old. How could so much change overnight? Mikey wondered as he sat alone with his thoughts.

He was sure the guest room had been plain and regular the day before, but now it was a nursery. Mikey couldn't help but wonder where all of this baby stuff came from and why it all fit him.

He knew his brothers weren't crazy as other than treating him like a baby, they seemed like they normally did. Mikey had concluded that something had happened while they slept last night. Somehow, something or someone had put all this baby stuff here and altered his brothers minds. Mikey needed to know what happened so he could fix it.

Mikey tried to think of someone who could help him, and he smiled when he realized April could help him. April was a psychic. She could read their minds or view their memories to figure out what happened to them. With any luck, she might be able to fix them, too. Mikey just had to get ahold of her.

He knew that would be hard as his brothers hadn't let him out of their sight all morning. If only Mikey had his phone on him, he could call April. Mikey knew his phone was in his room. He just had to get to his room and grab his phone. That would be hard as this morning Mikey had shut his bedroom door behind him, and his brothers seemed to think the guest room/nursery was his room. Mikey would have to either bring one of his brothers into his room and hope it triggered their memories or sneak into his room and grab his phone when they weren't looking.

Just as Mikey was about to think more on this when he started having serious stomach cramps. Mikey panicked. He knew what was coming. Thanks to the laxatives, Leo said he had put in the bottle, Mikey really needed to go to the restroom.

Guys, I need to go to the bathroom! Mikey shouted, trying to get his brothers attention. Can someone let me out? Mikey asked. They ignored him.

Mikey cursed whoever did this. His brothers couldn't even seem to understand him.

Mikey tried to reach for the latch, but his arms didn't stretch that far. Mikey needed to go to the bathroom and refused to use a baby diaper.

Mikey tried once more to get out of the highchair and failed. Suddenly, the cramps stopped, and Mikey farted. Mikey started panicking.

He tried harder to get out of the highchair, but it was too late. Before he knew it, he was pooping in the diaper. Mikey sat there in shock for a moment. He couldn't stop. His diaper stretched and expanded as it filled with his poop. Mikey was horrified and traumatized. He had just pooped in a diaper.

The filled diaper was pushed against him, making it all the more devastating. His own filth coated his bottom, and it spread around if he moved even a tiny bit. It was a warm and uncomfortable mess, and Mikey was super uncomfortable and disgusted.

The smell reached him, and he felt like gagging. If this was how babies felt all the time, Mikey felt sorry for them. Having to be babied all the time is hard enough, but having to sit in your own mess is even worse.

Mikey tried not to move, wincing in disgust every time he moved even the slightest bit. Mikey felt like crying. This was turning out to be the worst day ever. Mikey didn't know how much more of this baby stuff he could take. He knew it was making his brothers happy, but it was making him absolutely miserable.

Mikey didn't have much time to think about anything else or any time to react as he was suddenly lifted out of the highchair by Donnie. Donnie, no! Mikey shouted, but it was too late. Donnie immediately bounced Mikey up and down in his arms. Mikey felt the mess in the diaper spread everywhere as Donnie continued to absent-mindedly bounce him. Mikey couldn't even do anything as Donnie bounced him.

Donnie, come on, we have to go train. Leo said. What about Mikey? Donnie asked. You can put him in the playpen or if you want to keep an eye on him you can put him in the bouncer and bring the bouncer to the dojo. Leo suggested. Just give me a minute to put him in the bouncer. Donnie said.

Wait, what?! No! You need to let me get out of this diaper! Mikey shouted. It's okay, Mikey. Donnie said. I promise you can come watch us train. Donnie added and strapped Mikey into the bouncer.

Mikey frantically reached for the straps, but before he could grab them, Donnie set the bouncer on a fast setting. Mikey was immediately bounced up and down, hard and fast.

Mikey cried out as the mess in the diaper mashed up against him uncomfortably. Donnie took him into the dojo, and Mikey was forcefully bounced in the bouncer as he helplessly watched his brothers get ready to spar.

Mikey felt like crying. He should be with them, not here in a baby bouncer with a messy diaper that was only getting more messy every time the bouncer bounced him.

Mikey wished this day would end as he watched his brothers with tears rolling down his face.