THE SHRINKING OF CARGO PART I "That's not right." I pointed to the date of birth on my drivers' license. "1978? How'd that get on there?" I slid it over to the DMV clerk, as the bored mouse absently tapped on the terminal keyboard. "Name right? Cargo Weasel?" the bored mouse asked, as I filled out the request for information change form. "Cargo Weasel, social security ending 472, date of birth April 24, 1978. Your birth certificate matches as well, sir." I had come here to fix what looked like an error on my drivers' license, even stood in line for an hour, but they were refusing me. I stared at the date on my birth certificate as well. "But.. I was born in 1973." The DMV clerk shrugged and looked past me in line. "Not according to any record we have. I can't change it for you without a notarized birth certificate form. Sorry! Next please." Walking out of the DMV I was in something of a daze. This was a typo, it had to be. But was it? Something felt a little odd, like maybe I really was born in 1978. "Class of 2000" was the first thought that came to mind about my graduation year from college. Not 1994. I got my drivers' license in '89. Or '94? First car.. was a '95 Civic. Or was it a 1988 Hyundai? Why was my memory so vague? In the Starbucks across the street, I pulled out my phone and called Joreth, my love, my fox, the first person I'd run to if anything odd was going on. "Hey you." "Hey, foxfox. This is gonna sound like a weird question, but humor me. What year was I born?" "Um, you're thirty-two, so, 1978?" "Right! I knew that! Thanks! Bye!" "You needed me to answer that? You were born in '78, I was born in '75." "um, a bar bet. All is well! See you later!" "By-" *click* Something seriously weird was going on. I remembered two birth years, two years of graduation from high school and college, two years of first dates and two years of coming out and two years of drivers license tests.. and now apparently I was three years younger than Joreth when I'd always been a couple years older. What was going on? * * * Later that night, in the blissful haze after a good blowjob, Jor and I lay in bed, snuggling, my fingers absently tracing a line down his white chest and bellyfur. "Jor, we've been together for eight years now, right?" "Uh, eventually! I thought it was only three years." "Just checking." "You're acting a little weird lately, anything up?" "Yeah. For some reason I couldn't shake the feeling I'm 39, not thirty-two, and my whole life is slightly different. Even at work today I remembered being a manager, somehow. I almost sat in the wrong cubicle. Isn't that weird?" "You've been working too hard. Besides, you're thirty-one, dearheart. Unless we miscalculated your last birthday cake." "Uhh. Hang on." I got up, padding naked over to the hallway and returning with my wallet. Just for fun I checked the date on my cell phone - August 15, 2010. Right. And my drivers' license now said 1979 on it, not 1978. Weirder. I returned to the bedroom, slowly, and sat down on the bed, my ID still in my paw. "What's up? You look like you got punched in the stomach." Jor sat up and stroked my back lightly. "Thirty-one. I'm thirty-one years old." "Aww, don't worry about it. You're practically a kid! Jeez, I'd love to be 31 again." he chuckled. "C'mon, let's get you diapered for bed." I looked at Jor, my jaw open - he had NEVER offered to do that before. While he was cool with my babyfur side, he wasn't really into it himself. I didn't shove it in his face, but played on occasion, and here he was offering to diaper me? Although, with everything that was going on, I wasn't really in the mood. "That's okay. Another time." he smiled and ruffled my bellyfur and we went to sleep. It took a long time before I fell asleep that night, troubled by what was going on. Morning, and the first thing I did was look at my ID in my wallet on the night stand. Date of birth April 24 1980. Thirty years old even. I looked back at Jor.. his sleeping form a lump under the blanket. He looked older, somehow. Four years older than me. I'd always thought of him as younger. But he was more established at work, made good money as a project manager, while I'd just started at Teldar as a contractor. It was his apartment, not ours, with his decorating sense and choice of artwork on the walls. I'd only moved in a few months ago - I remembered this, even if I had a different set of conflicting memories. How we met. Our first date, was it a summer movie, or a club in the winter? Without waking him I got up and went into the bathroom, the thick overnight diaper I was wearing crinkling as I absently pulled it off and cleaned up. Wait - I hadn't worn that to bed. Had I? I always slept diapered. In the bright light of the bathroom I looked myself over in the mirror. I was looking pretty good, actually. The thinning fur I remembered on my scalp was thicker. I was ten pounds lighter according to the scale, although I was still my usual slightly pudgy self. The sink felt a little higher, too, and the light fixtures looked a little further up on the walls than I remembered but that could have been anything. Something was weird about my reflection and I couldn't place it, although being a few years younger was definitely noticable. Something else. * * * Jor's hands slipped around me while I was making breakfast, squeezing my tummy playfully. "Hey, cutiewoozle.." he purred. "Our six-month anniversary's coming up.. I was thinking we could go to a B&B out on the Cape." "Uh, sure! Sounds good." He was still the same Joreth Fox, but.. taller. I looked up at him. I was only up to his shoulder and I leaned back against a surprisingly large chest. "Damn, you're tall." I said with a grin, leaning back and licking under his chin. "I'm, uh, still getting used to that." Jor snerked. "Very kind of you to say, but I think it's YOU that's short, Mister five foot seven." I paused. Not only younger, but smaller. Even seven years ago I was six foot one. Something really REALLY weird was going on. Jor looked at me quizzically. "Something up? You even took off your diaper, I was hoping to do that." He was? "Remember last night? About feeling like I'd been born in a different year?" "Only thing I remember is us humping like crazy. We each came at least four times!" His eyes showed no memory of last night's conversation - this was a different Jor. A different reality. I remembered that too. "Yeah, it was nothing I guess. B&B on the Cape sounds good.. this weekend?" "I'll make some calls." He smiled and took a bite of toast, his paw slipping to my crotch for a quick playful grope. * * * Work that day was a blur. For some reason my boss was hovering over my desk, until I realized it was my first week at Teldar and they were still familiarizing me with procedures. "I know how to do this," I kept wanting to say. "In fact, I wrote these procedures years ago." Except I hadn't, and they were different, and I found myself needing to look stuff up more often than not. I wasn't familiar with the web framework they were using, even though I'd been using it for years. Old-me had. Not young-me. I had to keep remembering. I jotted it all down on a legal pad: Born 1971. Parents Targa and Jon Weasel, now retired. Only child. They'd had me in their twenties - no, their thirties. Height: six foot one. In 1989 either I was going to college or I was nine years old and skateboarding to the corner store to shoplift bubble gum. Or was that 1982? I remembered it, only the fashions changed. Skateboard widths. Levi's or acid-wash? I couldn't remember clearly. My reverie was snapped by a coworker, a tiger named Dan. "Hey, we're going to get lunch, wanna join us? New hire, we usually have lunch with the team." "Sounds great." I was struck by the way it seemed almost everyone else in the office was my height or taller. I wasn't used to being five-seven. * * * That night, I was snuggling with Jor in the darkness of our bedroom. I kept thinking of Groundhog Day, Benjamin Button, other movies were something weird was happening to the hero and true love saved the day. "Jor?" "mm?" "I want you to know I love you, and always will." "Aww, I love you too, fuzzy." he smooched me on the top of my head. But he could detect a serious note in my voice. "Or were you leading into something?" There was a little, subtle tensing. "I just wish I could stay like this.. right here, with you." "I'm not going anywhere. I don't think you are either, unless there's something you're not telling me." "I'm incredibly happy we're together, and I think we're gonna be together for a long long time." "...and?" "And something seems to be up with my memories lately. Tomorrow morning first thing I wanna go to the doctor." "Sure. Absolutely. What, have you been forgetting things? You're not that old!" "Not exactly. It's like I'm remembering conflicting pasts." "Well, we'll get you to a doctor in the morning and we'll see what happens." "I'm a little scared, to be totally honest. Maybe it's some kind of dread disease. Maybe it's early-onset Alzheimers." "I thought I was the hypochondriac. We'll get you checked out first thing in the morning." "Okay. I love you, Joreth Fox." "I love you too, Cargo Weasel, and always will." We kissed. Somehow I knew it was the last I'd see of him. A moment in the still darkness. "Stay awake with me." We chatted about the future until we both drifted to sleep in mid-sentence. The next morning I woke up alone in a cold bed. My apartment was a one bedroom in a different part of town. What a difference a year makes. My job was not at Teldar at all, but I was freelance, contracting to build a website for a company that made artisanal jams and preserves. My car was ten years old and I had a cat. Twenty-nine years old, in between relationships and in between jobs. And five foot six according to the measuring tape. I had woken up diapered, although again I didn't remember going to sleep in them, and there was a half empty package of Bambinos, wipes and powder in the night stand. This young-me slept diapered every night as a matter of course, and usually wore them during the days as well. It was starting to get really scary, now. At this rate I was losing a year a day, or more. Not to mention the height loss. Was I going to become a teenager again? A little kid? A baby? Would I disappear completely? I had just under a month to live if this didn't straighten itself out. My heart clutched in fear. I was losing my LIFE. Jor and I were no longer a couple. My job was gone, never existed. Almost a decade of existence wiped from my reality and I was losing more each day. I could DIE. The true nature of my predicament was starting to hit home to me. I missed Jor. I missed my old life. I was shrinking and age regressing, and nobody would believe me, and I had no evidence to produce for any of it, and maybe it was all in my head. I called up some therapists, hung up, called a physics lab, hung up. There must have been some kind of quantum instability reason this was happening to me. Maybe it was the Higgs Boson. I found myself flipping through websites and landing on stuff about age-regression. I was a babyfur, so I knew all about it as a fetish. Something comforting about going back to childhood and being cared for. Except not like this - this was scary. It felt more like having some kind of disease. How far would this go? What force was acting on me? I called Joreth. His number wasn't in my phone, but luckily I remembered it. "Hello?" "It's me, Cargo." "Sorry, who? I don't think we've met..?" "Sorry, wrong number." I hung up, eyes bright with tears. I was truly alone, facing this. I missed him already, even though we could meet and be together for a day, we'd be apart again 24 hours later. I was going to be alone, through this, whatever happened. I cleaned up and tried to do some work on the jam website, but couldn't focus. That night I stayed up all night, watching television and playing Xbox games. At midnight I took out my drivers' license and stared at it. Blinked once, and it happened. Date of birth April 24, 1982. It didn't matter if I fell asleep or not. Date of birth April 24 1982. The couch was different, a rolled-up Ikea futon. Still a cat, still the same Xbox, same basic apartment. Except now I was five foot five and a quarter. A year and an inch per day, give or take, at least for now, no way to tell if this was a linear process. My clothes still fit, of course, except door handles and shelves felt oddly different, much higher up, and riding the subway felt a lot more intimidating. And there was a CASE of Abenas in the closet, it looked like I was in them every night and plenty of times during the day, as well. I didn't know what to do. Wait till I regressed to infancy and disappeared? I was completely at a loss, and then my email software pinged. from: cargoweasel@gmail.com to: cargoweasel@gmail.com subject: 1973 Hi there, cutiewoozle. You're probably feeling scared and alone right now. Just relax. You're not going to vanish and you're not insane. Probably not, anyways! :3 Just stay cool. Everything's going to work out just fine. I've got you. -me I stared at the email for half an hour, checked the headers, looked for any evidence of who sent it. It had been sent from a different mail server, using my own email address, on an automated cron job. I had sent this email to myself. A counterpart of myself from another universe. Of course! Parallel universes. I was visiting one each day. It seemed like I was living more or less what my life would have been like had I been born in these various years, and grown to this adult height. The parameters were mostly the same, no big changes. Tech job, gay, kinky. Browsing wikipedia told me that I wasn't flipping through parallel dimensions where the Nazis won the war or anything. The same basic Presidents and hit songs and Superbowl results. I had a laptop and an OK job since getting out of college, and a string of somewhat forgettable relationships before settling down with Jor.. or would settle down with Jor, or someone like him. I composed a reply, feeling a little foolish as I hit 'Send' to myself. From: cargoweasel@gmail.com To: cargoweasel@gmail.com Subject: RE: 1973 Man, I hope you're right. But what choice do I have, really? I have to trust you. Me. -Cargo Weasel Prime. you get to be Cargo-616. I cracked open a beer. I'd be too young to drink in a week or so, so why not enjoy it now. I was strapped onto this ride whether I wanted it or not. At least someone knew what was going on, even if it was my parallel-universe doppelganger. Could I trust myself? I hoped so. I couldn't mope around all day. I flipped on my instant messenger and pinged the first people who came to mind. Friends of mine, although old-me didn't know them, young-me did. They came over, brought pizza, we played video games and watched a couple DVDs, all four of them and me were diapered by halfway through the night, pawing each other off like old times, and nobody noticed that at midnight I was a year younger than before, and a little over five foot four. Date of birth: April 24, 1985. AGE: 25. HEIGHT: 5' 1". "Cargo wake up Cargo cargo waaake up!" I was jostled by the bright giggly face of Kap, the white husky. He licked my face playfully, tail wagging and growlfing as he tugged the blankets down to reveal my sleeping form, my night diaper soaked. I wasn't in my own apartment any more, I was living in a house full of roommates, three years out of college and having fun. I was a junior website developer, writing JavaScript and CSS for forty grand a year, the rent paid with five roomies, all babyfurs. I rode a bike and took the bus. Kap was diapered too, of course, it was one of the house rules. Sleepily, I pulled him up into a snuggle, with an ooof of effort, the pudgy husky was a good deal bigger than me, but then again so were most people - I was barely over five feet tall. A pocket woozle. His large paw gave my diaperfront a squeeze and I murrred, my erection prodding up easily to life. One advantage of being in your mid twenties was horniness - young-me knew that all five roomies played around almost interchangeably. Not a bad situation at all. He crinkled my diaper with his large, soft paw and plunked a pacifier into my muzzle, began to rub,and after about a minute of that I arched my back and spooged into the padding, gasping with pleasure and slumping back lazily into the sheets, opening my eyes and grinning. "thankooo.." I grinned. I looked at my ID again, which displayed a date of February 15, 1985. Wait - February? I remembered winter birthdays, Darkwing Duck on the cake, flickering in VHS video as I blew out five candles. Could it be.. the orgasm? Was my regression slowing down? Kap looked at me quizzically, ear cocked. "Umm, you look distracted. Everything okay?" "Yep, fine.. hang on, need to check my email. Sorry, be right back." He shook his head, sighing a little. "Awww, hope it wasn't ME." He rolled onto his back, sprawled on my bed and his paw absently played with his crotch, slipped under the waistband of his own Bambino as I opened up my laptop, a cheaper model I'd had to save up for. From: cargoweasel@gmail.com To: cargoweasel@gmail.com Subj: the future See you at eighteen. You'll know where. Until then, enjoy. You can steer your descent. Think of it as skydiving. -me I replied "Great. See you in a week." Hit send. But then I realized.. if I was two months OLDER than I should have been, because I'd played with Kap.. I got a grin on my muzzle and pounced back onto the bed. "Grrrarf!" I snuffled down his chest and belly and down, down, to the waistband of his diaper. ----------------------------------- PART 2 It's true. You really can adapt to almost anything. My regression slowed down from a year every day to more like a year every few days or every week. My age dropped in fits and starts, and I got used to remembering events from my past differently as things shifted. But I always held onto the memory threads of my original life, I never forgot it completely. A few days in the babyfur house turned into a week, then a month. At first, I was the oldest fur in the household gang at 25 and it was my name on the lease. It was a three bedroom place in the suburbs, furniture picked up here and there from various Ikeas and parents' basements, game consoles permanently on the big TV in the living room. I had one bedroom, Kap had another, and Nerf and Fisher had the third bedroom. Kap, the white husky, was 23, five foot six, athletic build, flamingly gay and horny as hell. A little slutty, gave most foxes a run for their money, but fun and outgoing. Nerf was 22, six feet tall and skinny, a quiet bunny, a gamer who rarely seemed to leave his room. Fisher was an otter, 26, five-ten, a bit pudgy, a DJ and music fan, boyfriend of Nerf but their relationship was pretty open. Scribble was 19, not a full time resident of the house but he was over all the time, a chubby five foot two mouse who was probably the most cubby of the lot, he was never without a pacifier nearby at least. I had a series of jobs, web designer, support tech, intern, college student and retail clerk. Every time my age dropped my job did too, usually to a lower-level position, and every couple of drops I was unemployed. When I hit 22 I was going to college at a nearby school, but since I was only in each age bracket for a few days, I generally skipped classes. That wouldn't fly when I was a kid or teen again and my parents were sending me to school.. Then there was the sex. August, 2010. AGE: 24 HEIGHT: 5' 0" "unngg.. nnnhhh.. oh.. RRRF!!!" i yelped as my back arched and my cock exploded into Kap's muzzle, I slumped back against the sheets of my bed as he kept his tongue and mouth on my spurting shaft, swallowing my load. After a moment he looked up at me and grinned, licking his chops. "Thank yoou.." I purred, ruffling his headfur and pulling him up into a snuggle, cuddling with him. "You're welcome, woozle." he smiled and we kissed warmly. My paw snuck down to the front of his cotton trainers and I groped his own erection. "I really don't feel like going to that movie, we should just stay here." "Ennh, I don't wanna flake on those guys again. Besides, we'll go padded and drink the biggest sodas we can.." he giggled. "And then we'll both be soggy halfway through the movie." "Well.. if you put it THAT way. Alright, let's go.. but first.." I grrfed and rolled the white husky onto his back, straddling his hips and kissing him again, then nuzzling down his chest and bellyfur to his undies-bulge, tugging the front of his Spiderman training pants to reveal the thick eight inches of his huge cock, jutting from his sheath in a pinkish glistening rod. My tongue licked along the underside of his length and i nuzzled around his crotchfur and ballsac, as he spread his legs a little.. and then I was sucking him off, his huskycock wide and slippery in my muzzle as my head bobbed up and down.. my own cock stiffening again between my legs as I closed my eyes happily.. this was the third round of the morning. I'd forgotten how horny I was in my early twenties, and I had some suspicions about the nature of these parallel realities. My theory was that mystery-Cargo was pulling me across parallel universes a little at a time towards something.. some goal universe. And it involved coming to terms with my kinks, or at least being inundated by them. And so here I was.. in a somewhat ideal early-twenties lifestyle featuring lots of play with some cool friends and few consequences to speak of. Sure, there were the usual relationship dramas and what not, but when I age-dropped again a short time later the dynamics would subtly shift, and we'd be back to being a bunch of horny, playful furs. I couldn't complain too much, except it was weird experiencing this life phase on the way down rather than the way up. My thoughts were interrupted by Kap's gripping the back of my head, his breath turning ragged and then a warm salty SPURT of his seed into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed and milked his shaft with my tongue for long moments until he finally started to soften. I pulled my head up and smiled, clambering back up for a long kiss before it was time to clean up, get diapered, and head to the theater for the movie. Mid-September, 2010. AGE: 22 HEIGHT 4' 11" By now Kap and I were boyfriends, sharing a bedroom for three months now. And he was a year older than me and six inches taller. My "old" bedroom was now occupied by a 25-year-old equine named Tral. "nngh.. no.. s-sorry.. you're too big." I pulled forward on the bed, unable to take his cock in my tailhole. "I'm sorry, Kap.." I blushed, looking back at him as he kept his paw around the base of his shaft.. it barely fit me a week ago before we were officially involved, and now we had been working with various dildos and toys to stretch me out. We'd had some success, and he'd mounted me on several occasions. Like me, he was a switch, but leaned towards top when he was with me. "Let's try again.. with a little more lube." I said, helpfully, getting two of my fingers slippery with Wet from the bedside dispenser and slicking them into my tailhole again.. despite the setbacks, he and I were achingly hard, and I resolved to take him today. Our play sessions were a mix of vanilla sex, casual pawing and diaper play.. and each of us was diapered almost 24/7. My size was holding somewhat steady. Just under five feet tall, my clothes were large boys size and I wore size-seven shoes, but I was big enough to get around fine and only needed a step-stool in the kitchen a few times. I got used to looking up at normal furs, my eyes at most folks' torso levels. Even still, I wasn't treated particularly differently in daily life. I really liked being short, it was only a mild inconvenience at times. His cocktip prodded against my tailhole as I arched my back and pressed backwards.. relax..I relaxed as much as I could as his condom-wrapped penis started to press inside me, it's thick presence feeling familiar. He pushed into me another inch or so, then leaned forwards and with a groan he slid all the way into my tailhole, making me GASP and shudder, my own cock twitching rigidly.. "See? THere.. that's not so bad.." he chirred reassuringly, as I felt my reality shift slightly.. I was attuned to it now, as the bigger husky mounted me I knew I was only 21 years old and a virgin and Kap's cock was the first one that had ever been in my tailhole.. my breathing quickened along with my heart rate and I felt my own painfully hard, five-inch cock throb and then SPURT onto the bedsheets in rapidfire little splatters, my body twitching.. "i.. in my ASS.." I gasped, young-me unable to believe how good it felt, even as Kap smiled, continuing to thrust into me slowly, gently and powerfully.. "Yep.. I told you it would be f.. fun.." he giggled and sped up a little himself, his own body tensing behind me as he plunged his cock into me, a yelp from his muzzle as he spurted into his condom, hugging me tightly from behind as I lost my virginity to Kap .. something that would happen to me many more times over the next little while. October, 2010. AGE: 19 HEIGHT 4' 8" "Here it is.." Scribble nudged me as we pulled up to the door of the nondescript suburban house, a couple inexpensive cars parked in the driveway with pawprint and rainbow stickers on the rear windows. I knew where it was, but this timeline's me was only 19 years old and had never been there before, even if I'd been living there for several months now. "These guys are awesome. I'm so living here when I move out." Scrib and I were pals for the last couple years since we'd met on a babyfur website, but we weren't involved exactly - just some casual snuggling and the odd diaper change. Inside the house was a sprawled bunch of furs playing console games. "Hey, Kap, Fisher, Nerf, this is Cargo.. " "Hey." "What up." They were so cool. So.. adult. From my perspective, the twentysomething furs that I'd lived with for months were now towering over me figuratively and literally. Kap got up to go get a beer from the fridge, something I couldn't do for another two years. He looked down and grinned, eyeing me up and down. "Uh, hi Kap, my name's Cargo." I said, nervously. He chuckled. "Yeah, Scrib mentioned. You want a soda or something?" No reaction, no more than a flicker of attraction.. Kap the husky was now four years older than me, ten inches taller.. and had a boyfriend, or three, already. I'd be playing with Scrib if anyone. Something made me nervous about hanging out with these.. well.. older furs. I felt a now familiar slight tingling and blurring as I shifted.. shrinking two inches and dropping another year. Now Scrib was older than me, a big brother figure, introducing me to this local bunch of furs, but as an eighteen year old I wasn't quite ready for it, I wanted to stay online and interact that way.. I felt my heart start pounding in my chest and a dribble, then a warm surge of pee flooding into my diaper as I quickly stepped backwards, and outside the front door.. alone on the front porch, breathing deeply. Scribble followed and took my paw reassuringly. "Why so nervous? These guys are cool. Hell, we've chatted online plenty of times." "I know.. I'm sorry." They were too grownup for me. Kap had barely noticed me, and we'd been fucking just two days earlier. I looked up at Scribble's kind, slightly worried face. "I just need a minute. I'll be right in." I knew I'd be going to high school tomorrow morning, and I'd meet the alternate Cargo who was doing this to me. I wanted to punch him when he showed his face. -------------------- PART 3 The next day I awoke still eighteen, date of birth 1992 and height four foot six, or the size of an average ten year old. Which is not exactly a recipe for coolness when you're in your last year of high school. This version of me had dealt with his lack of growth by becoming techier and more introverted.. Very few friends, but the ones he had didn't care that he was, to all intents and purposes a dwarf. He was an inch taller than the lupine actor Peter Dinklage, Tyrion on Game of Thrones, a book that had given him - me - quite a bit of comfort over the last couple of years. And today was a normal day. I opened up the drawer in my bedroom and the only underwear I had were rows of pull-ups. "Be down in a sec, mom!" My Mom had called my name - only she was slightly different than the mom I remembered - a cousin of my original mothers named Tara. Same family, different generation. My dad had already gone off to work and I wasn't far behind, choking down breakfast and catching the bus. Over my Goodnites, I wore baggy shorts and a T shirt of a band I didn't recognize. Some part of me knew where I had to go, and I didn't even bother trying to go to class. I had to meet my counterpart. There was only one place to find him - the library. My sanctuary. "Mister Anderson!" said my doppelgänger, in an Agent Smith voice, turning around as I found him in the book stacks. He was taller than me - but then again everyone was at four foot six - and looked like a weasel teen about to start college. He grinned toothily. He had over a foot on me. "You! I mean.. ME! What the fuck are you doing?!" I was livid. "you've been ruining my life!" "Hey hey hey! Relax. You can get it all back tomorrow. Anytime you want. Joreth, pushing forty, your six figure income and nice apartment. More if you want. But thats not what you want. I've given you a gift." "You're going to have to explain this. From the beginning." "I figured it out, short stuff. How to switch between universes. How to edit timelines and reality. I'm a freaking god." I knew he wasn't lying. "Well shit, that's awesome! Teach me how, dude." "It's not that easy. You have to want it. You have to want it more than anything. It's not a device or a magic spell or a mystical book. It's a force that I've learned to capture and harness. And until you learn to guide your desires, it's going to keep sliding you gradually and inexorably towards whatever you want most." I knew what I wanted most. "And I want to be littler." "You got that right chief. You want this big time. It may not feel that way but you've never been happier." A warm gush of pee soaked my pull-ups as he said that and I felt a wave of relief, nearly slumping back against the towering book stacks. "Damn you for being right." "You're shifting realities faster or slower depending on how much you like each one. I mean REALLY like. If you don't do anything, you'll just slide down to some kind of preschooler and stay there. Or toddler. Or maybe a teenager, in a reality where infancy is fifteen years long. Different mes, different versions of us, have done different things with this gift." "Er, I gotta ask, how many are there?" "Lots. An infinite number, I suspect. You're the twentieth I've done this for." "Wow. I bet it's all diapers and AR and shrinking isn't it?" "You'd be surprised. Some wanted to be giants, or girls..or Shemales.. It's been educational. mostly what every version really wanted was similar though. Lot of acceptance." "When do I learn to do what you're doing? To switch realities at will?" "When you master your desires, and they don't master you." "So, never then. Great. Hey, will you still be in touch?" "Of course. Just email me. You can always reach me. And you know what? I'll give you a push. Have fun." he grinned. And he was gone, without special effects, and I was in the library, but I knew I'd lost a couple of years and another inch or two. But that wasn't all. Down the aisle of books was another student at the school, a grade older than me and a foot taller, and they were wearing a My Little Pony backpack and a very obvious, visible, thick, puffy diaper bulging between their legs under their shortalls. "Wuh boy." --------------------------