An incessant beeping sound rudely awoke you from your slumber. Not even bothering to open your eyes, you reach out from the warmth of your covers and slam your hand down onto the snooze button of your alarm clock.

The beeping continues regardless.

Opening your eyes this time, you groggily glare up at your alarm clock, the neon numbers displaying 3:00 AM across its face. Growing more and more annoyed with each beep and ping, you throw off the covers and glance around the darkness of your room in hopes of locating the source of the noise and going right back to sleep. 

You find it almost immediately: your phone lying on the table across the room. Grumbling, you reluctantly get out of bed and drag yourself over to your phone to answer the question of who in the hell is messaging you at three in the morning? 

Before you even unlock your phone, a news report is stretched across the screen, proclaiming in bright red letters, “DON’T LOOK AT THE MOON!” In the back of your mind, you vaguely recall another news report from a few days prior, saying that tonight was the night that the moon would be part of some kind of spacial alignment or some other science mumbo jumbo that only happened once every thousand years or so. They hadn’t said anything at the time about not looking directly at the moon, so why now? Was it like looking at the sun during an eclipse, and you’d go blind?

Apparently not, cause as you unlock your phone you’re flabbergasted to find your inbox bursting at the seams, as text after text poured in one after another, some from people you had forgotten you even had the number of still. Scrolling through a few of them, you find that pretty much all of them say the exact same thing:

“It’s a beautiful night out tonight. Look outside, you won’t regret it.”

The hairs on the back of your neck raise a little at the eeriness of so many people messaging you out of the blue to look at the moon, but you admit to being a tad curious as well. It is a once in a lifetime event, so it couldn’t hurt to just get a quick glance at the moon, right? What’s the worst that could happen, after all?

As you approach your window, you can already see a bright beam of moonlight shining through, which only fuels your curiosity even more. Undoing the lock on your window, you throw it open and gaze up at the moon.

At first, nothing seems to happen. It’s just the moon, afterall, you’ve seen it many times already. However, as you look a bit longer, you slowly find your attention being drawn towards it, noticing that appears much brighter and spectacular than ever before, almost like a glittering diamond hanging in the night sky. You can’t help but stare in awe, completely captivated by the astral body as a beam of moonlight washes over you, a slight tingling sensation coming over you.

As you stare in awe at the dazzling moon, your hand slowly raises up seemingly of its own accord as you randomly pop your thumb in your mouth and begin to suck it. A calming feeling washes over you as you suckle more and more, wondering not why you were randomly sucking your thumb, but rather why you had never started before?

So enthralled by the new experience of sucking your thumb, you also fail to notice as your clothes began to change like magic. The plain pyjama pants you wore to bed suddenly turned into something far more childish, little images of happy Care Bears dancing across them. Your shirt began to follow suit as your pants and shirt began to merge into a what appeared to be a sleeper, complete with a crotch flap for easy changes.

As to what would be changed quickly became known as your underwear ballooned outward beneath your sleeper, stretching the fabric around your bottom as it struggled to contain the still expanding mass of the diaper forming around your behind. In mere moments, you stood there wearing what appeared to be a baby’s sleeper, a very obvious diaper bulge in the back.

You notice none of this, however, still staring wide-eyed up at the moon. So captivated by it, you also don’t notice as a strange gurgling feeling suddenly appears in your tummy, your knees involuntarily bending as you stuck your rear out and pushed, filling the seat of your new diaper like the toddler you were dressed as. Your legs shook for a moment before you plopped down onto your diapered rear, feeling your mess squish against your bottom.

Finally snapping out your stupor, you suddenly became aware of a new sensation: how good you felt right now. Sitting there in a messy diaper was like nothing you had ever felt before, an almost euphoric sensation even. As you continued to sit there, sucking away at your thumb and squishing your behind more and more against your messy diapers, you became overcome by a all-encompassing desire that dominated your entire being.

You had to tell people about this. They had to let everyone know that they needed to look at the moon so they experience this revolutionary new sensation for themselves. But you couldn’t just tell them what would happen if they did, that would ruin the surprise! You needed to be a bit more indirect.

Crawling over to your phone, you scoop it up and quickly write out a text to send to everyone on your contact list. Writing with one hand proved far more difficult than you first expected, as your other hand was still currently in use with your thumb firmly planted between your lips.

As you hit the send button, you feel your diaper front grow warm as you uncontrollably wet yourself, adding yet more new sensations to the rapidly growing list. Without the moon to distract you, you began to notice that everything around you seemed to be getting bigger, almost like… Looking down at yourself, you discover that everything else wasn’t getting bigger, you were getting smaller! You start to panic for a moment, before your mind seems to haze over, your diaper becoming wetter and wetter as you find it harder and harder to think. By the time you finally stop wetting yourself, you’re no bigger than an infant, your clothes and diaper having shrunk to fit you as well as you cried and wailed for mommy to come change you. 

A soothing melody calms you down as you glance over at the still open window to find a figure standing there. Seemingly made out of pure moonlight, the figure resembles a tall, longed haired woman in a flowing dress, though the biggest difference is that her face is completely devoid of a mouth or eyes. Instead of feeling terrified, however, the sight of the faceless woman fills you with warmth and joy, as you reach out your hands and giggle.

Walking up to you, the faceless woman picks you up and cradles you lovingly in her arms. Though she has no mouth, you can still hear her speak to you, telling you how much she loves you and about how she’s going to take you away to a magical place where you’ll never have to grow up into an icky adult and where you can play and have fun with all the other babies there forever. You smile as you snuggle more into this woman’s… no, Mommy’s warm embrace, feeling your eyes start to grow heavy as rays of moonlight begin to wrap around you. Before you drift off to sleep, you catch a glimpse of your phone lying at the woman’s feet, just barely able to make out the words on the screen despite your dwindling ability to read.

“It’s a beautiful night out tonight. Look outside, you won’t regret it.”