The next week, the three of us arrived at the church. Mom and I had been doing some yard work beforehand, so we were both really hot and thirsty. So when mom asked me if I wanted anything to drink, I quickly accepted.

We all sat down in one of the rooms in the back and mom brought in some juice for all of us to drink. Mom began talking to Carol about some of the basic safety tips about taking care of babies, such as never leaving them alone on changing tables and keeping certain dangerous things away from them. I was listening as well, but it seemed like most of it was pretty obvious stuff. However, I couldn’t help but wonder where the baby was. I guess mom had found a parent willing to let us take care of her baby who would be arriving soon.

I drank my juice pretty quickly since I was so thirsty. As mom continued to talk, I felt myself drifting further and further out of the conversation. I couldn’t follow her very easily, and soon after I started to get dizzy. I started to talk, but I had trouble getting the words out. Mom and Carol looked over, but they didn’t seem to act like anything strange was going on.

Things got even fuzzier after that. It seemed like Carol and mom were getting much bigger little by little. In fact, the whole room and all of the furniture was as well. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I couldn’t really do anything about it anyway since I was so disoriented and since my vision was so blurry.

Suddenly, all of the dizziness stopped. My vision became clear again. ‘Good’, I thought as I closed my eyes. ‘Glad that’s over’. When I opened my eyes, however, I realized one thing had not changed: everything was still very big. In fact, my clothes didn’t even fit me anymore. I sat there in the chair, but my shoes and socks were on the floor and my other clothes were draped over me instead of being on me. I then noticed that my feet weren’t on the ground either; not only that, but since my legs were so short, my feet didn’t even dangle over the edge. Everything hadn’t gotten bigger, I had gotten smaller.

As I was taking this all in, I saw a gigantic mom walk over and loom over me. “Looks like the mixture worked just fine!”

I was about to ask what she was talking about when two things happened simultaneously; mom said “John has reverted back to being a healthy little six month old baby boy!”, while at the same I time I had the same realization on my own.

Before I could respond, she pulled me out from underneath my clothes. She scooped me up in her arms with one arm under my butt and the other across my chest underneath my arms. “Wow, John, you look exactly like you did about sixteen years ago. I can’t believe I’m holding another baby of my own after all these years! Here, take a look at yourself!”

At that point she brought me over to a mirror. I was in plain shock; there I saw mom holding me, a six month old little baby. I was so tiny! My hair was normally about shoulder length, but now I had very little hair on my head (not to mention no hair in other areas). I was a little bit chubby in my cheeks and stomach as well. I simply couldn’t believe it; I had become a baby again (Looking back on it, I do have to admit, although it was a small feeling at the time, I did find myself kinda cute).

And as if this wasn’t enough, my penis was of course the size of a baby’s as well. It was bad enough to be naked in front of my mom and Carol at the same time, but it was pure torture for it to be so small at the same time. I would have died if either of them had said anything about it.

Not that the situation wasn’t completely humiliating anyway. I couldn’t help but be embarrassed during my state of shock. And I thought it was bad for mom to show pictures of me as a baby! To add to my humiliation, Carol walked over and looked at me. “Wow, John, you’re cute as a sixteen-year old boy, but even more adorable as a six-month old one!” she said as she pinched my chin softly with her hand.

For some reason, this extra embarrassment zapped me out of my state of shock. “What have you done to me?!” I asked as I batted away Carol’s hand with my tiny one. Thankfully, I could talk (unlike most six-month olds), but to my voice was extremely high, and well, childlike. Mom chose to answer the question.

“Although it’s hard to believe, John, I’ve had the recipe for a youth formula at home for some time. It’s a long story how I came across it, but it very quickly takes away years on a person’s life depending on how much is taken. I put some into your juice a little while ago, and like a charm, it turned you into a six-month old baby!”

“But why?!” I exclaimed.

“That’s obvious, silly. We need a baby for Carol to practice taking care of, and with this youth formula, you’re the perfect fit. We’ll both be much more comfortable with you, and we don’t have to take you back to anybody. And you did say you’d do anything to help us, right?”

“Yeah, but…I didn’t know this was what you had in mind! Can’t you turn me back?”

“Well, the formula wears off in a couple of hours…”

“A couple of HOURS?!!”

“But there is another mixture that reverses the effects just like that.”

“Then please, give it to me!”

“But John, I thought you wanted to help Carol out?”

“I did, but not like this! Please, turn me back!”

I noticed the excitement and joy that they both had drain away from there faces. “Well,” mom said. “If that’s what you want, John, we’ll turn you back. I know it is a lot to ask of you, but I don’t know how else we can help Carol out. I guess she’ll just have to find a harder way to earn money.”

This statement made me feel bad, but not bad enough to make me want to stay a baby. I mean, come on! I love Carol, but imagine if you were cooed and treated like a little baby by your mom and your girlfriend! It was by far the most humiliating experience of my life up to this point, not to mention the fact that I was naked, helpless, and the size of a baby. I had to be turned back.

With that settled, mom took another glass and tipped a little bit of the juice inside down my throat. She sat me on the floor, and fairly quickly, I grew back to my normal size. All my hair grew back (in all of the places), and the chubbiness went away. I was still embarrassed to be naked, so I quickly put my clothes back on. (By the way, it was a relief to be hung like a sixteen-year old guy again!)

We then left, and the car ride back was pretty somber. We tried to think of other ways for Carol to earn money, but nothing seemed to work out. There were problems with every idea. I started to feel even worse than I had before. Was I being selfish? No, come on, they were asking me to do something totally insane. No way was I gonna be babied (literally) by my girlfriend.