“The first thing we need to do is get the two of you dressed,” Laura pronounced.
“But Heather didn’t shrink any of our clothes,” Rebecca protested, watching the towering sixteen-year-old look thoughtfully between her three charges.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” Laura said in a tone that made butterflies flutter in the older girl's stomach. “I’m going to start with Heather. Could you keep Delilah occupied for a few minutes?”
“Um,” Rebecca said, not allowing herself to understand what was happening.
“It’s alright Becca,” Heather said, walking bravely up to the young woman almost twice her height and reaching her arms up in the universal ‘pick me up’ signal. “We’ve done this before. Just keep an eye on Delilah.”
“Um, okay,” Rebecca stammered as she watched a teenager pick up a woman old enough to buy alcohol and carry her on her hip like a toddler upstairs.
Laura and Heather waited until they were in the upstairs hallway before speaking again, “Is Becca going to be okay?” Laura asked Heather as she adjusted her hand under the shrunken woman’s hips.
Heather looked back over Laura’s shoulder as she was carried to Delilah’s room. “It’s a few things. She got spooked when my power locked up. I think she’s afraid this will last longer than the few days I think it will. And she’s definitely a little upset that mom put a sitter in charge of us.”
“How do you feel?” Laura asked as she used her free hand to open the door to Delilah’s room and stepped carefully around the toys and dress up costumes scattered on the floor by their two-year-old owner.
“I’m not really happy, but this is more familiar ground for me? I guess,” Heather said as Laura put her down on the white-painted changing table on the corner of the nursery. “I know I’ll eventually be able to grow us back.”
“Anything we can do to help her?” Laura asked as she began looking though the dresser next to the changing table to pick an outfit.
“I’d like to show her that I’m more comfortable with this. Maybe put me in something like, aggressively babyish? I think Delilah has a few colored onesies that she hasn’t outgrown yet.” Heather said.
“This isn’t much clothing,” Laura said as she pulled out one of the legless, short sleeved bodysuits from Delilah’s dresser.
“It’s a summer day. It’ll be like wearing a one-piece bathing suit around the house,” Heather said as she eyed the garment and began pulling at the buttons on her pajama top.
While Heather worked on her pajamas, Laura opened the cabinet under the changing table and pulled out a disposable diaper with thin pink stripes and cherries printed on it. “You sure about this?” The teen asked the almost-naked woman sitting on the changing table and held up the diaper and the yellow onesie.
“Yeah, get me dressed,” Heather said and swung her legs onto the tabletop.
Today was hardly the first time Heather had been the size of a toddler, and certainly not the first time Laura, or Rebecca, or a handful of her friends had changed her, but every time felt new as the bigger person’s large face loomed over her. Always a little flutter of excitement, not quite fear. It was a declaration of, “This is what we’re doing.” Heather lifted her butt off the changing pad as Laura took the side of her panties’ waistband, pulled them off, and slid the diaper beneath her. The familiar feel of the diaper’s lining wrapped and pressed around her pelvis and the elastic cuffs tickled the inside of her thighs the way they always did. Laura fastened the tapes in place and helped Heather stand up, the little woman’s head still not reaching the level of the five-foot-two teenager standing in front of her.
“It feels a little weird every time, doesn’t it?” Laura observed as she finished opening the snaps on the bright yellow onesie with blue hemlines.
“It does the first time,” Heather admitted as she put her arms up to let Laura pull the onesie over her head and fasten it closed between her legs. Laura twirled her finger and Heather turned around to allow her giantess friend to close the snaps on the back. “You know how it feels.”
Laura nodded as she surveyed their handiwork. “Yeah, for me it’s when you or Becca pick me up and put me on the couch or in the crib,” Laura admitted. “That onesie really wasn’t meant for adults.” She observed with a smile before picking Heather up off the table and setting her on the floor.
“I’ll be fine,” Heather assured her friend.
“Hey, go send Becca up here while I pick out an outfit for her,” Laura said, smiling at the adorable sight below her.
“Okay!” Heather said and made her way to the door, waddling slightly as she adjusted to the feel of the diaper between her legs.
Meanwhile, Rebecca and Delilah were busying themselves downstairs playing with Delilah’s toys. Or to be more precise, Delilah was happily playing while Rebecca looked anxiously at the stairs and held whatever toy her stepsister handed to her. Before too many minutes went by, she heard the thumps of tiny feet carefully making their way downstairs.
Rebecca gasped at the sight of her older sister when she came into the living room. Heather smiled at her sister and gave her a turn to show off her outfit. Her breasts pushed against the bodysuit making it stretch somewhat around them. The middle didn’t follow Heather’s waist closely but snugged up again around her adult-proportioned hips. Her diaper was visible where it’s leg cuffs peeked out slightly from the leg holes of the onesie, but became downright conspicuous when Heather turned around and its outline was pressed against her clothes by her backside.
“Your turn!” Heather sang cheerfully at Rebecca’s silence. She dropped her smile a little when Rebecca remained silent and didn’t move. “Becca, I chose this outfit to show you how okay this is. I feel safe and you should too. Laura’s our friend, we’re at home, I’m sure my power will come back soon. You could have a good day today, if you let yourself.”
“Um,” Rebecca began as Heather walked closer.
“You can do this, Becca. Have a nice day with me.” Heather coached.
“I’ll try,” Rebecca said uncertainly, trying to match her sister’s smile.
Heather hugged Rebecca. “Good girl, Becca. Now go upstairs and get dressed,” she encouraged her littler sister.
Rebecca leaned into her sister’s embrace and felt herself relax somewhat. She let herself out of Heather’s arms and started making her way upstairs. She walked into Delilah’s room and found Laura leaning against the changing table and looking at her phone.
“There you are!” Laura smiled at her little blonde friend. “Come here, let’s get you on the changing table and I’ll show you a few outfits to pick from.” As she spoke, Laura walked over and reached down to lift Rebecca.
Rebecca raised her arms a little and felt that weird feeling in her stomach and blood rush to her cheeks when Laura scooped her smoothly up off the floor and spun her around to set her on the until recently little table. Laura couldn’t help but grin at the sight and feel of her toddler-sized friend in her hands, bare legs and feet dangling from the bottom of her knee-length nightshirt.
“Okay Becca, here’s what I picked out for you,” Laura told the shrunken woman sitting on a baby’s changing pad. “You pick.”
Rebecca chooses to wear:
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