The Renewal of Babies chap 2
#2 of The Baby regression
Snow has a few thoughts with her first moments as a regressed baby...She wasn't too foreign to this magic stuff.
Snow's mother, named Honey, took little petrified Snow to the living room. There Honey sat Snow on the brown carpet surrounded by other Toys to occupy her. Snow boggled her blue eyes to the Toys almost her size around her. They were such a wonder to her, well, at least to her baby mind.
Now what to do? She couldn't seem like a mature adult in a baby's body in front of her mother in particular...and it wasn't like magic in general was foreign to her. For all she knew, her father also had a talent for magic, genetic wise. She was a witness to his falsity tricks when younger, and saw it was all in good fun. He made colourful sparks with his magic, and could even use it on people. Her older brothers and herself found him as quite the entertainer.
...and then her father left them.
She'd rather not think about that right now.
Snow, now sitting patiently on her diapered bottom, observed the colorful toys around her. There were blocks, chewing rings, and stuffed animals. Well...at least the blocks and rings weren't as big and scary. She carefully picked up some blocks, becoming more interested in them and putting them together.
"Why do these blocks look so... interesting? It needs some fixing...It's like one of my favorite puzzles! W-wait Snow...these aren't interesting at all! Stop acting like a drooling dummy and get with the program!" the regressed baby snapped to herself. She couldn't be falling victim to such things as this if she wanted to find out more of the situation. The others needed her! SHE needed her confidence. Oh geez...how am I even gonna solve this illuminati stuff if I can't even walk on my own? She thought. She threw the blocks to the nearby couch, stupid blocks....
Honey looked down to her little polar cub, "You can go on and play hun. I just brought you here so I can watch you while I work. Your brothers are out with auntie on a stroll right now. Momma's gonna feed you later okay?" With that being said, she pulled out a notebook, calculator, and a few mail papers, and got on to writing about...bills?
Snow shrugged, and decided to get back to her own business. She actually liked her mother's company here, and on the inside... yearned for her to stay. She knew that was ALL basic baby talking right now, but she couldn't help being loving and considerate for her mother. She always had a soft spot for her.
ANYWAY....
Statistically showing, Snow could see she was under the age of a year, not being able to walk and all. That would definitely put a big flatter on her baby escape plans, but she'd work it out. Second, she now knew for sure her brothers were regressed as well, and she couldn't wait to see them. Did they have the same mindset she did or were they just stupid babies? That would be horrifying. Then she'd truly be all alone. The thought made her bottom lip quiver in realization and sadness for being without her brothers, before she wiped that away too. Wow, her loving nature side was really shining out in this baby body.
Are these baby emotions seriously gonna get in the way of everything?!
Snow just let out a baby grunt (which actually sounded like she was takin' a dump) and decided while she was in her mother's presence, she'd behave accordingly. Most of all in the age regression, she didn't want to seem suspicious by her mother. And since it was her mother whom was gingerly taking care of her...it couldn't be too bad. She wouldn't be thoroughly punished if she did something wrong; she could be a spoiled brat and get away with it! Nyeheheheheh! She thought ( total Papyrus reference there).
However, that thought was immediately dismissed as soon as it came. Truthfully, Snow was never a manipulator, and she sure as heck didn't want to practice on her own mother. Honey was ginger and loving and set out to take care of her daughter. That would really be a stab in the heart. Snow definitely wanted to slap herself for even thinking that.
Getting bored with just sitting like an idiotic slobber machine, Snow began chunking her toys at the wall in boredom. "Someone come play with me!!" she demanded, even when nobody was there. I sure wish Finn and Fred were here, she thought depressingly. At least she'd find someone to throw these toys at.
"Oh my, you seem cranky today," Honey observed her 10 month old rolling in circles on the ground. Snow was grumbling to herself, not liking this baby body any better. She felt fat, vulnerable, and bujeezus...her butt was being crushed in this layer of diaper! She feared it'd result in a butt cramp eventually. Oh no...what if it did? Snow didn't want to find out, but since it was practically glued to her bottom, she couldn't do anything about it either.
Snow squinched her face in discomfort, Ooohhh the cheeks...butt cramp overload ooouucchh...that was humiliating.
This really was the worst real dream ever.
And she was just gonna have to deal with it.
*...Things get interesting next chapter...and who knows, maybe nursing will play a role in this story as well. *