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Inside the city of Scaleville, sat a nursery. From the outside and inside, it appeared to be like any other you would find. A welcoming sign out front where a well groomed sidewalk ran past, up to a bright red door. On the inside, the walls were colorful and full of finger painted art. The rooms were adorned with toys, changing tables, and cribs. And scurrying around the rooms were diaper clad little babies.

These weren't normal babies, however, and this wasn't your normal nursery. You see, Scalesville has a special way of handling evil doers. A machine created by their hero, Phantom Drake, regresses villains back to infants. This particular nursery is their "prison" of sorts. Where they stay until they can be rehabilitated, or grow up. Whichever comes first.

"This is unacceptable." Thought the Mental Moose. "Reduced down to a diaper using baby and surrounded by a bunch of thumbsuckers".

The once mighty criminal, known for his immense brain power, had recently been caught by Phantom Drake when he was trying to free his comrades from the nursery. He hadn't taken into consideration, however, that they didn't have the super brain that he did and no longer remembered being adults. The once mighty Pachyderm Pounder, now a cute baby elephant, Mad Grizzley, now a bear cub, not even capable of walking, and Lady Stench, only making stink in her diapers at this point.

Mental Moose's brain was still intact, though, even if his body wasn't. He could still formulate a plan to get out of this accursed prison and get revenge on Phantom Drake. He just needed to figure out a way to get back to normal. He knew the regression guns were somewhere here at the nursery. Tonight he planned to find one.

Step one was easy. Sneak out of his crib. After bath time and an embarrassing diaper change, he and the rest of the villains were laid down for bed. This was his chance. Stacking all of his pillows and plushies on top of each other, it was a simple task of climbing out and landing on a stack of blankets on the ground.

"Step one complete.", Mental Moose thought to himself, rolling off the blankets. As he made his way to the door he couldn't help but grimace as he caught the scent of a strong odor coming from Mad Grizzly's crib. Giving a glance, he could see the cub's diaper bulging in the cub's sleep. "Absolutely disgusting." the moose thought to himself. Undeterred, however, he made his way out of the nursery.

Step two would prove to be more difficult. Before he aged his companions back up, he would have to get their mentally faculties back to speed, or at least not that of what he just smelled. For that he would need to make his way to the nursery kitchen. This would require him to sneak past the nursery worker quarters. He wasn't too worried. He had thoroughly wet his diaper, but that wouldn't put off an odor like what his cub friend had done.

Getting on all fours, he slowly crawled past the door, being careful to not let his diaper crinkle as he did. Lucky for him, the workers were fast asleep and were oblivious to his presence. Once past, Mental Moose hopped back to his feet and waddled to the kitchen. Once inside he found the mini fridge where the special baby formula was kept.

"This is it.", Mental Moose thought you himself, pressing the OPEN button. The door swung open revealing two different colored sections of liquid. The rest of the criminals were unaware of what the liquids did, having been administered them early in the age regression process. Mental Moose, however, was unaffected by them due to his immense brain power. Most of the liquid was white, just like milk, however, it had a dastardly effect. It's job was to nullify the brain. Making the villains true baby brained infants. The darker liquid that looked like chocolate milk was the antidote, just in case it was ever needed.

Filling a small bag he found with both liquids, Mental Moose began to make his way back to the nursery. Through the kitchen door, past the workers' rooms, and back into the nursery. Other than his oversaturated diaper, it was literal child's play. Once in the nursery, he awoke Mad Grizzly, Pachyderm Pounder, and Lady Stench and slid the bottles of antidote through the bars of their cribs. The three babies greedily slurped up the bottles' contents. As they did, their minds began to mature. Synapses began firing and connections were reconnecting. By the time they finished the bottles of antidote, their minds had matured again.

"What is going on? Why are we so small?", screamed Lady Stench.

"Yeah.", agreed Mad Grizzly, "and are these diapers?"

"Judging from the smell of yours, they're used diapers.", chided Pachyderm Pounder.

The three newly aware babies continued to argue and even cry until Mental Moose spoke up.

"That's enough, babies! We don't have time for this if you want your revenge!" Now shut up and....", Mental Moose became wide eyed and froze. In all of his yelling, he hadn't noticed his stomach grumbling and tail flagging. The little moose unloaded into his diaper right in front of the other villains.

The other villains simply cackled. Mental Moose had successfully gotten their full attention, even if it wasn't how he wanted to.

"That's enough!", Mental Moose continued, shutting the other villains down. "I have a plan.....but first, we need to get into new diapers."

The villains took turns changing each other. Mental Moose and Max Grizzly changed each other because they were the only ones messy, while Pachyderm Pounder and Lady Stench exchanged duties, being only wet. Once they were all freshened up, they began work on Mental Moose's plan.

This is where step three began. The baby villains loaded up all of the mental regression bottles that Mental Moose had collected and snuck into the nursery workers' quarters. As stealthy as a group of toddlers could be, they emptied the serum into the drinking canisters of the workers. Once finished, they returned to their cribs to wait.

"In the morning, our caretakers will need their own caretakers, giving us plenty of time to find the aging gun.", gloated Mental Moose, laughing sinisterly with the other villains.

Morning came and babies woke up to wet diapers as always. Only Pachyderm Pounder was messy, not that the brute really minded. His normal adult smell wasn't much better.

"Of course you would have that kind of accident overnight, Pounder.", chided Lady Stench. "Bask in it Skunky.", Pounder replied, shaking his diapered rump in her direction.

"Enough you two.", demanded Mental Moose, "The nursery workers should have already been in here. Perhaps we should go see if our plan worked."

The babies made their way out of the cribs and down the hall to the workers' quarters. They didn't take time to change their diapers, as Mental Moose's plan worked, they would be back to normal soon anyway. As they made their way down the hall, they could hear loud laughing and yelling. As they got even closer they could detect an awful stench in the air.

"Smells like a whole diaper pale worth of what you're wearing, Pounder.", mocked Grizzly. "Keep talking and this will end up on your head.", Pounder responded annoyingly.

Mental Moose gave the two a hand signal to be quiet as they approached the room. The four peaked around the corner of the doorway and were ecstatic with what they saw. Sitting in puddles of their own pee and mess were the former caretakers, their brains reduced to that of babies. They giggled and babbled to each other, chewing on anything they could find. One of them, a large bull, even pulled himself into a squat position and filled his pants, not giving it a second thought. Falling back on his rump with a loud squish, he was as happy as he could be.

Waddling past the mentally regressed adults, Mental Moose saw what he was looking for. A large safe in the back of the room. Through a window on the safe, he could see a gun or some kind. Obviously the age ray. Grabbing the keys from the belt of the mentally regressed bull that just filled his pants, Mental Moose quickly unlocked the safe and pulled out the age ray.

Aiming the machine at himself first, Mental Moose pulled the trigger. He felt himself growing. He could feel his muscles returning to their adult form.

"It worked!", Mental Moose bellowed in his old adult voice. "I'm grown up again."

"Our turn!", his three cohorts yelled.

Aiming the machine at the other villains, Mental Moose pulled the trigger. Like himself, the three began to age up, their muscles returning, Lady Stench's curves replacing baby fat, Mad Grizzly's hair replacing his cub tufts, and most importantly, their powers returning.

"Find your old suits and get changed and clean yourself up, Pounder. You still stink.", Mental Moose ordered. "We need to be prepared for our good friend, Phantom Drake, to visit.

Later in the day, Phantom Drake was patrolling the city. His large, draconic wings slicing through the sky as he scanned for evil doers. It was unexpected when he received a distress signal from the villain daycare. With a swift flick of his powerful tail, he changed direction and sped to the nursery.

Phantom Drake landed at the nursery and walked inside. The first thing he noticed was there were no caretakers. Just a bunch of new babies that he hadn't helped put there. He especially noticed a little bull calf had a very full diaper. Ignoring the smell, he continued on into the nursery where he was met with a new smell. A smell so strong, it made him stumble. Trying to regain his balance, he was met with two fists on either side of his jaw, sending him flying across the room.

"What's the matter Drake? Didn't expect us to be big enough to knock you off your feet?", Mental Moose laughed. "I hope you got a good look at the nursery caretakers when you walked in. You will be joining them soon enough."

As Phantom Drake got up to attack Mental Moose, the villain fired the age ray, hitting the hero right in the chest. The effects were instant. Phantom Drake's muscles began withering away, being replaced with baby fat. His powerful wings and tail shrinking to almost nub proportions. His powerful teeth and claws receding to a point of not even being as sharp as a butter knife. Soon enough, there was just a small, purple hatchling sitting in a pile of clothes.

"You won't get away with this.", Phantom Drake said, trying to sound tough, not realizing he was forming a puddle of pee in his old uniform.

"Oh I think we will, Phantom Hatchling." Mental Moose laughed. "You can't even tell you're going potty anymore."

Phantom Drake looked down and started to tear up. He didn't notice Mental Moose moving in to pick him up. Without his powerful wings, he clutched the moose in fear as he felt himself being carried.

"Put me down!" Drake screamed.

"Sure thing." Mental Moose replied, laying the hatching onto a changing table. "Let's get you diapered before it's more than pee that you are leaking."

Phantom Drake covered his face in shame. He couldn't believe this was happening to him and he was powerless to stop it. Some wipes, powder, and a solid tape job later, and Phantom Drake looked like a proper baby.

"How do you expect to get away with this? Someone will come here and find me and I will tell them what you have done." Phantom Drake said sternly.

"Oh really?" Mental Moose said smugly, laughing with his cohorts. "And why would anyone thing a nursery full of babies is weird? Once we disable the ray, we are going to put it back, and we have cleaned up all of the evidence. Except for one bottle of mental regression serum."

Phantom Drake became wide eyed, knowing what the villains were planning. He tried to run away but his legs barely allowed him a waddle. Before he knew it, he had been scooped up again and a nipple shoved in his maw. He was powerless to the stop the liquid draining down his throat.

After the last of the serum was drained from the bottle, Mental Moose sat Phantom Drake down on the ground. The hero could feel things slipping away.

"Yous a meanie poopy head!" Phantom Drake shouted. "Ima big boy hewo!"

The villains cackled with laughter at the little hatchling that was slowly beginning to think like one.

"Ima big ba buh buh." Phantom Drake trailed off, his tail flagging behind him. "Poobie." Was all he could get out before the back of his diaper began to swell.

Falling on his mushy rear, the ex hero inserted his claw into his mouth and began to suckle, babbling to himself as drool ran down his chin. The villains cleaned up any evidence of who the hatchling was as well as any evidence that foul play had occurred. After that, the four villains left for their hide out to begin scheming their next big plan.

An hour later, a new set of caretakers arrived to a group of new babies. Confused, the head caretaker pulled up the nursery records, which had been tampered with by Mental Moose. A forged note claiming that all of the other caretakers quit was all that was left.

As for Phantom Drake? He has no memory of his adult life. As far as he knows, he has always been a pamper packing baby, and inside the villain nursery, he will continue to get the serum make sure he stays like that.