The End of Adulthood for Earth

Jake ran home as fast as he could. The only thing on his mind was 
getting to his brothers before the sickness did. Jake was a nurse. He 
had been pulling a double-shift at the hospital since over half of the 
employees had mysteriously not showed up. It was normal up until that 
morning when hundreds of male patients were admitted with massive 
physical ailments. Most had been dramatically reduced in height, and 
began to have memory and cognitive problems. By the time anyone 
realized what was happening, there were over 2,000 former men 
destroying the hospital. And the virus had spread. Jake was one of 7 
people total who escaped the hospital before the building had burst 
into flames. The only other male who escaped had stopped back a few 
streets earlier, laughing hysterically and removing garments rapidly. 
Jake prayed that neither he nor his brothers had contracted the virus 
yet. He had a plan. He was going to escape to Yukon Territory before 
they were infected. Before the world fell. Jake slowed to a quick walk 
as he turned onto his street.

On his right, he saw his neighbor's children, 3 boys, formerly 10, 13, 
and 18. Now there were 2 toddlers sitting in the grass drinking from 
bottles wearing nothing but baby diapers. The eldest was standing on 
the porch, looking around nervously. He had regressed 14 years 
physically, but somewhere he still had some realization of what he was 
before he was infected. He was wearing a very tight white T-shirt, 
obviously left over from his baby days. It was completely skin-tight 
and revealed his overhanging child tummy. He was holding up a large 
pair of jeans, obviously nervous about letting them down. Then suddenly 
he stopped, and his expression turned from nervousness to complete joy 
and excitement. He threw the jeans off and stood on the steps proudly 
revealing his large pure white pull-ups diaper. It was perfectly 
fitting on him. And his regrown baby fat fit perfectly around the 
outfit to make him the large toddler that he now was. He ran down the 
stairs and flew around the yard with joy.

Then he saw Jake. Jake started running again for home as the once 
teenager attempted to share his liberation with Jake. When Jake looked 
back, he saw that the toddler was gaining on him. He whizzed around and 
pulled his gun from his back pocket, took aim, and shot the 4 year old 
in the middle of the forehead. He fell backward, blood rushing from his 
wound, still smiling as he used his diaper for the first time since his 
infant days. Then he passed on. Jake wasted no time. He continued 
rushing home.

A few houses later he saw his neighbor Mrs. Fillips chasing around two 
short boys. One was wearing only a baby diaper, the other was wearing a 
pair of goodnights. They were hand in hand, outrunning the poor Mrs. 
Fillips. Her husband and her son both had fallen subject to the virus. 
She tried desperately to reason with the infantile minds that had been 
revived in her beloved males. Instead, they regarded her as nothing but 
a mother and a source of food and services they wanted. Like when her 
former husband stopped and said "Mommy! I want a BABY DIAPER! AND A 
BOTTLE! I don't wanna be a big boy anymore! I wanna be like my big 
brother!"

He motioned to his former son, sucking on his pacifier. Jake panicked 
and ran the rest of the way home. He walked up the front steps, 
watching as a 7 year old boy wearing goodnights with a pacifier in his 
mouth driving a SUV drove straight into his neighbor�s house. He saw a 
tall young man in a police outfit jump out of a window, drinking from a 
bottle until he hit the ground in death. Jake threw the door open and 
locked it the minute it was shut. He closed all of the windows and 
lowered the blinds. Once he was sure that the downstairs was clear, he 
went upstairs and slowly opened the bedroom door of his youngest 
brother. He went inside, as his brother could not be seen. He was 7 
years old. And up until this morning, Jake had no reason to believe 
that anything was wrong with him at all. Jake went and sat down on the 
bed, looking around for any sign of his younger brother. Just then the 
closet door burst open, and Freddy came running out, blabbing in a 
babyish dialect. Jake quickly pulled out his gun, willing to sacrifice 
his brother to save himself. Then Freddy burst out laughing.

"Haha! Got Ya, Jake!" He continued laughing and eventually was rolling 
around on the floor because he was laughing so hard. Jake eventually 
started laughing too. Freddy eventually collected himself, stood up, 
and explained himself.

"Don't be mad, Jake, but to be perfectly honest, I have always wanted 
to go back to being little again, in almost every respect. Don't be 
mad, please. I was trying to get infected so I could be a real baby 
again. Then I realized that you probably wouldn't want that, but I 
still can't help what I feel."

He announced that under his skin tight white T-shirt and blue overalls, 
he was wearing 3 thick cloth diapers held together by safety pins... 
just as Jake used to do them. And that he had used them. And loved it.

"Since the rest of the world is going to be babyish again anyway, I 
don't care what you do. But you are responsible for yourself. I'm not 
changing you anymore." Freddy hugged Jake, and started packing.

"How did you know I was gonna say we're leaving?" Jake questioned.

"Common sense."

Jake left the room, comforted. He went off to find his other brother, 
Dan. He was 18, just 3 years younger than Jake. That was no deterrent, 
however. They were about as close as brothers could be. And sadly 
enough, Jake preferred Dan to Freddy in most cases. He opened the door 
to the room they still shared. He saw 4 suitcases packed, two for each 
of them. He, too, had also thought of everything. However, he was 
nowhere to be seen. Jake decided that he must be up on the third floor. 
He started up the stairs when he heard a whining sound. He stopped. Had 
his brother been infected? He came to the top of the stairs. There was 
Danny, about 4 feet tall, and wearing the exact same outfit as Freddy. 
From the bulk around the middle, Jake gathered that Danny was wearing 
considerably used diapers. Danny saw Jake and started to cry.

"Oh Jake... I'm so sorry. I was out filling up the gas tank before we 
left, and one of the Wilson boys came up to me. Remember James? He was 
17. By then he was about 5. He climbed on the car and when I wasn't 
looking, he shoved a pacifier in my mouth! I spit it out immediately, 
but I was still infected. I finished filling the tank and was about to 
load the cases when I began to get these... odd ideas. I was started to 
think like some toddler! I was lying in the crib in the spare bedroom 
when I fell out and hit my head on the post. When I woke up, I was back 
to normal... almost. I still had the younger body and a somewhat 
younger mind, but I've stopped changing! At least for now. Except that 
I sometimes revert, but only for a few minutes. I'm so sorry, Jake. You 
don't have to take me with you... I'll stay here with my own kind."

Just then there was a crash from downstairs.

"They're coming! We have to go... NOW!" Jake said. The both ran 
downstairs, grabbed the cases and Freddy, and flew out to the car. As 
Jake was getting into the driver's seat, a group of about 4 overgrown 
toddlers wearing only cloth diapers ran up and tried to get in the 
door. Jake kicked them away, but not before one of them spit in his 
mouth. They ran off giggling and drinking from bottles they got off the 
ground. Jake thought nothing of the spitting incident, and sped out of 
the deserted street. As he passed through town, they saw the true 
horror of what was going on. Most of Main Street was in flames. Most 
cars were abandoned in the street, while the rest were smashed into 
buildings. There were men and women of all sizes (none over about 10 
though) darting here and there, searching for anything related to 
toddlerhood. Dead bodies lay on the sidewalks, the sad remains of the 
resistance to the disease. As they neared the interstate, Jake looked 
down. He saw that the entire front of his jeans was covered in wet. He 
looked in the mirror. He was noticeably shorter.

"Um... Freddy... did you bring any of those diapers with you?" he 
asked. Danny quickly responded for him.

"No one did, but there's a Target over there." "But it's swarming with 
toddlers!"

"They won't bother us, we're both like them. Freddy will have to stay 
here."

Jake and Danny ran into the battered remains of the superstore. 
Everything was trashed. The power was barely functioning. And there 
were babies in diapers everywhere. There had to be millions. They sped 
to the baby section, where the highest concentrations of the infants 
were. They were still tall, so they grabbed as many things they needed 
as they could. Jake changed into a thick white goodnights diaper, used 
it, and began smiling widely.

"JAKE! No, don't give in to that. It's powerful, but you can fight it." 
Jake changed, and they pushed the cart back towards the front. They 
grabbed food, flashlights, a tent, etc. on the way. They arrived at the 
clothing section. Jake's new consciousness began to emerge as he 
dressed in a tight yellow T-shirt intended for a 3-year-old and blue 
overalls with no legs, just snaps around the bottom. He was now level 
with Danny in height. He found it harder and harder to focus... he kept 
wanting to just sit down and suck his thumb. He didn't see why he was 
resisting this. After all, it was what humans did. What babies like him 
did.

"I am a baby now, I think," he realized aloud.

"No, Jake. I'm sorry about this..." Danny swung a baseball bat at 
Jake's head. He was out cold in the cart. Danny pushed him and the 
supplies out of the store back to the car. When he got there, he saw 
Freddy standing on top of the car, shrunk to the size of a 24-month-
old, wearing only a white disposable diaper. His eyes were bright blue. 
He was no longer Freddy their brother. He was an enemy. Danny pulled 
the large handgun out of Jake's back pocket, and took aim. Just as 
Freddy was about to squat to use his diaper, Danny ended his life 
forever. He loaded up the supplies into the large SUV and strapped in 
the unconscious Jake and drove across the state to the Border. When 
Jake awoke, he was lying in a large bed wearing only thick cloth 
diapers. He had a pacifier in his mouth. He removed it, and redressed 
in his former attire.

He left the strange room, walking down the quiet stairs and into what 
he gathered was the kitchen. Danny was sitting at the table, watching 
the news on TV. "Ah, good. I wasn't sure whether or not you were 
alright. We're in Yellowknife, northern district. I found the door open 
to this mansion, and I just walked right in. There wasn't much of 
anyone to stop me... just a few little toddlers protecting their hordes 
of diapers and so on. I overpowered them, to say the least. I've got 
some good news too! Look at me!" Danny stood up, revealing to Jake that 
he had increased in height and lost weight. "I'm reverting back to 
normal! You'll no doubt be doing the same pretty soon." Jake was 
relieved. He sat down and was asked Danny about Freddy. Danny just 
shook his head. "He didn't even get infected I think. He just... gave 
in. He was going to be a part of that madness... I just couldn't let 
that happen." "But what if this can be reversed later? How do we know 
that it was permanent? Look at us... We're getting better. Maybe he 
would've. Maybe the military or some scientist has already found a 
cure!" Jake said rapidly. "Jake! Have you been awake at all for the 
last 3 days? Look at what has been going on... you were there when it 
all started! Just look at the news!" There was only 1 functioning news 
station, which was apparently being manned by a handful of workers who 
had remained behind to help with the crisis. The cameras were 
videotaping New York City from a helicopter. There were millions of 
people, most either babies already or no more than 4 feet tall, running 
through the streets wearing nothing but diapers and a few T-shirts here 
and there. But the city was alive with noise. Glee and joy had 
overtaken all of the citizens.

Another camera was taping Los Angeles. The entire city was in flames. 
One camera on the Sears Tower was showing plane after plane after plane 
crashing into downtown Chicago.

Video from Ottawa showed that the suburbs and urban areas had been 
abandoned due to the absence of goods there, and had flocked to the 
green open areas of rural Canada. There was also an interview with the 
Prime Minister of Great Britain. "We understand the situation in 
America, but are sorry to inform the citizens of North America that we 
are not able to dispatch any relief or aid to the affected areas. 
Several planes have landed in London and Edinburgh containing infected 
civilians, and we have yet to completely rid the surrounding 
countryside of the infection. Once this threat is neutralized, NATO 
members will dispatch aid to the infected continents, and hopefully 
save any survivors." Then Russian President Vladimir Putin came on. 
"The Russian Federation has dispatched 3 million troops to Kamchatka, 
where they will begin a high-level invasion of Alaska." Jake and Dan 
were thrilled. "We might get home soon! Well, to whatever's left of 
it." The President continued. "We are prepared to work with NATO 
nations and any remaining local authorities to secure the continent. 
Our current estimates suggest that we will only be able to hold areas 
through Northwest Territories before we will require NATO assistance.

To any survivors in America watching this, do not worry... The Russian 
Federation will not forget you." Then the news station went to what was 
supposed to be an interview with the President of the United States, 
but instead showed the Oval Office engulfed in flames and several 
toddlers smashing the decorations. Another camera showed a recent 
explosion in New Jersey. 3 nuclear reactors had melted down, leveling 
the surrounding towns due to the high intensity of the pressure under 
the reactor lid. One last shot of the Bering Strait showed thousands of 
Russian ships heading for the west coast of Alaska, and then the 
reporter's speech became garbled and the signal went blank. "Wow. This 
is bad."

Jake said. "Uh, yeah. You bet it is. Earlier it said that Buenos Aires 
was having spontaneous toddlers appear in the streets. Mexico City is 
in ruins. The world's coming to an end here." They sat in silence for a 
while, looking outside. They could see the white clouds going overhead 
against the light blue sky. "One thing's for sure... we won't be 
contributing to global warming anymore." Dan joked. Jake laughed half-
heartedly. He was thinking about their parents, toddlers in some hotel 
in San Francisco. He thought of his friend Erik at college in 
Massachusetts. Right now, Jake guessed, he was probably eating some 
clothes or something. Jake's daydreaming was interrupted by a loud 
explosion outside. They both got up to see what had caused it. There 
was a U.S. army tank firing shells at a gas station where there were 
probably 100 or more little toddlers fighting over some Little Swimmers 
the store had carried. Shell after shell hit the station, killing tens 
of toddlers with each shot. When the gas tanks exploded, the entire 
structure lit up, throwing the remaining toddlers into the air where 
most of them died. Dan and Jake rushed towards the tank, holding up 
their hands.

"We're not infected! We're not infected!" The top hatch opened, and a 
very tall soldier got halfway out.

"Where am I, guys?"

"In Yellowknife, Yukon. In Canada. We just came from Alaska... 
everything there's all gone. Where were you coming from?" They asked 
him.

"From Minnesota. I was in Duluth when all of a sudden thousands of 
people started going crazy. We got orders to treat them as an enemy 
force, but by that time most of the officers were really small and 
acting like babies. Someone brought in diapers and everyone went nuts. 
Me and three other guys escaped with tanks, and were looking for some 
command center or something. We split up... I ain't heard anything from 
the others since yesterday."

He got out and they invited him into their new mansion.

"Whoever lived here must have been really rich... they've got really 
nice stuff." Dan said, pointing to the 2 limousines in front and the 
190" plasma in the living room. "You guys got any food here? I ain't 
eaten since... oh... three days ago I think." They took him to the 
kitchen, where he started getting food out of the fridge. As they were 
talking, a tall toddler crept through the open door and into the 
kitchen. By the time they saw him, he had bitten the soldier's leg. The 
soldier shot the toddler before dropping to the floor. He twitched a 
bit, then got up and started removing all of his clothes. He was 
giggling the entire time. Dan sat down with his head in his hands.

"Not again!" he said. Jake took the guns and ammunition from the pile 
of clothes on the floor, while the former adult put on a diaper he 
found near the doorway. When he was finished he started screaming with 
delight. Jake shot him. He fell down, still laughing.

"We can't stay here, Dan. You know that. We've got to go somewhere.

Maybe the Russians will take us back with them! We've gotta leave, 
Dan!" Jake shouted. Dan got up, and they both went upstairs. The man of 
the house had rather nice work clothes, though both Jake and Dan 
doubted he'd ever used them. They dressed and got into the tank 
abandoned by the toddler. Jake figured out how to drive it as he headed 
for Alaska once again. That night, they stopped in Fairbanks. No sign 
of the Russian liberators yet. They drove past the government offices. 
Their father had worked there. The offices were smoking, now that the 
fires had gone out. Dead toddlers lay everywhere, dead from a non-
apparent cause. They moved on, to an old high school. It was empty. 
Quiet as the Arctic.

No signs of toddlers or any other life for that matter. They moved on 
further down the road. There was a elementary school ahead. It was 
almost as quiet as the others at first.

As they got closer, they saw maybe 4 or 5 toddlers walking around 
aimlessly. They weren't laughing. They weren't smiling. They looked 
lost. Their diapers were obviously overly full, and they were dirty all 
over. Even their once pure-white diapers had dirt stains on them. One 
stopped, started to cry, and fell down, dead. Jake and Dan had no idea 
what was happening, and instead continued west despite the lack of 
light. When they got to Neanna, they were met by Russian tanks and 
missile regiments. After being held at gunpoint for 10 minutes, an 
English-speaking commander had them brought into his tent. He 
questioned them.

"Where are you from?"

"Fairbanks," Jake responded.

"Were you infected?" the commander asked. The boys looked at each other 
briefly.

"No." they both said in unison.

"Good. Then let me be the first to congratulate you on surviving in the 
American Wastelands. That's quite a feat!" He chuckled.

"Wastelands? What do you mean?" Dan asked anxiously.

"Ah... well... there's no cure for the virus, you see. And Britain and 
Africa have already been overtaken. Even Ukrainian science teams in 
ANTARCTICA are babies now. We have secured most of the Middle East and 
continental Europe, But the blockade around China is wearing thin."

"China? What happened in China?" Jake interrupted.

"China started the outbreak! It was the Chinese who developed the virus 
to take out American nuclear competition. They wanted to be the sole 
superpower in the world, and would have succeeded. But somehow it 
leaked out and infected China and Southeast Asia and India. So we 
blockaded Russia and the rest of the remaining world. Two missiles were 
detected leaving China just before the U.S. deployed its army to China 
to help. One went to Seattle. The other went to Melbourne, Australia. 
Now most of the world is under 3 years old. The survivors, anyway."

Dan and Jake stood in silence. They hadn't even considered that there 
might have been so many people still uninfected. They didn't know 
whether to feel scared or overjoyed. A Russian commander took them to a 
helicopter where they flew back over the Bering Strait to Vladivostok. 
They were brought into the office of one of the major military 
officials on the eastern front, they didn't know who specifically. He 
questioned them.

"So how did you survive?" Was the one question neither wanted to 
answer. Jake finally spoke up.

"We didn't, in fact... both of us and our younger brother were all 
infected. We were released from the disease after a variety of 
accidents that involved us hitting our heads and falling unconscious. 
When we woke up, we were not infected anymore. I don't know why. But I 
promise... we're not a hazard to anyone. And the toddlers don't bother 
us anymore." The general stood quiet for a long time, then sat down and 
looked into both of their eyes.

"You must forget this. If the civilian population hears that two 
infected were welcomed into Russia, chaos would erupt. And right now 
the civilians are already on edge enough as it is. Is that understood?" 
They nodded. He sent them out of the office, where they were escorted 
onto the street.

To Be Continued, if people want it to be : )

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