NOTE: Rated "M" for age regression and related situations

My friend E-Gor, a scientist from the East End, was visiting Rodneytown for the last couple of days, and he stayed over at my pad. Tonight was his last night in town, and we celebrated over at the taco joint, The Texican Grill.

We sat in the corner window booth (as usual). PaRappa was confessing his love to Sunny (again), Paula and Matt were sharing a soda (they're not lovers-just friends), and human teenagers were working at the counter. Teriyaki Yoko was talking about how her latest record is coming along, but she was often distracted by Lammy and Rammy's arguing.
"Girls," I said, "It's E-Gor's last in town, so let's forget our troubles and calm down."
"YOU calm down, Village Boy!" insulted Rammy, flipping me off.

Katy and Ma-San arrived. They went to the counter and ordered two California Chicken burritos.
"You want fries with that?" said the teen.
"MAMAMAMAMAM" yelled Ma-San, who really meant "Shut up and give us the burritos!"
I rolled my eyes. They sat down at our booth, next to Teriyaki.

"Hey, E-Gor!" said Katy "Sorry we're late. We were bickering about mixing the song after Lammy left."
"You're so lucky to be musicians," said E-Gor, who then turned to me, "So, Tom, I made a new potion. I haven't tested it, but from the looks of it, the couple the potion is injected to will fall in love."
He withdrew a corked test tube from his lab coat. It was pink.
"You judged it on its color?" I groaned
"Not just that. When the ingredients joined, a puff of steam in the form of a heart flew out. This stuff is bound to work." explained E-Gor.
I lightened up a bit. "Maybe that could help Lammy and Rammy get along. It's your last night. Should we use it?"

I turned to Lammy and Rammy. They were still fighting about I-don't-know-what. Then I turned back to E-Gor and nodded.
E-Gor put the liquid into a small injecting thingy and tapped the two sheep on the shoulders.
"Don't worry. This should help you be buddies again. I need to inject this somewhere near your hearts."
Lammy lifted her shirt halfway. E-Gor reached over and injected half of the fluid into her belly-button. He then did the same thing to Rammy.
"There," he said, putting away the injector, "Call Tom if you feel a change. Tom, call me so I can take down the results."

E-Gor stood up to leave when he saw the taxicab waiting outside to take him to the airport. We all bid him our final goodbyes before he got in. Teriyaki walked down the block to her pad around the corner. The rest of us used the coin-operated teleportation machine. I stopped Lammy and Rammy when it was their turn.
"I hope this works well," I said to Lammy, and then to Rammy, "I didn't know you two live in the same building."
Rammy did not smile. She flipped me off, then got in the machine. It was my turn. I inserted a quarter and entered the code for home.

Lammy woke up the next morning, feeling a little light on her belly. She went to her dresser to get changed, but as she put on her t-shirt, her arms couldn't get through the sleeves. Lammy suddenly realized that she shrunk and now her clothes were too big for her.
"What's become of me?!" said Lammy, but then realized that she sounded like a child, and covered her mouth.
Lammy ran to the mirror, and her reflection was horrifying. She was a naked baby sheep girl.

The phone rang. Lammy stood on a chair to reach it. It was Rammy. She too was naked and standing on a chair.
"That swine! I shouldn't have let him! Look what he did to me!" Her voice was pitcher higher as well.
"Rammy, we're talking through a phone."
"Oh yeah. HEAR what he did to me! I'm short. My clothes don't fit me. I'm sounding higher," there was a long pause, then the sound of a hiss, "and I'm PEEING!"
"Eeeeeuuuuuugggggghhhhh!" said Lammy, "Just call Tom and tell him what happened."
Lammy hung up, and looked down to see that she too was peeing on her chair, uncontrollably. Then she picked up the phone and called me.

I answered the phone and said "Hi. This is Tom, and whatever you do, DON'T call me Village Boy. Go."
"Tom? It's Lammy. You remember that potion E-Gor injected?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, me and Rammy and now Three-year-olds."
"WOW!" I squealed, then I heard a beep through the headset, "Lammy, hang on," I pushed the ON button and got Rammy.
"A fine mess you got us into. Listen to me now!" she yelled.
I pushed the Merge Calls button. Lammy and Rammy were both on at the same time.
"Cool it, girls. You could at least admit that the expiriment was a failure. Do any of you hold on to your old childhood clothes?
"I do," said Lammy, "and I don't know about Rammy."
"Of course I do, nitwit! Who wouldn't?"
"I don't," I said, "Rammy go over to Lammy's and keep her company. Lammy, wipe up your pee on the floor. I'm going to sort this all out."

I hung up, ran down, and to the nearby pharmacy. I went to the teen who worked at the cash register.
"I need two packs of diapers. I'm babysitting for twins." I said.
"You want fries with that?" said the teen.
"Fries? This is a pharmacy, for Pete's sake!"
The teen put the diaper packs on the counter and I wrote him a check. Taking a nearby teleportation device, I went to Lammy's flat. There they were, with their young clothes on: shirts identical to what they wore last night, skirts, but no underwear.

"Now will you PLEASE stop us from leaking all over the place? As long as we're babies, we need something to cover up!" yelled Rammy
"I don't know. Baby faces are too fluffy and cute to ignore." I said as I squeezed her cheek. Lammy giggled.
I picked up Rammy and took her to the top of Lammy's dresser. I opened a pack, and quickly put a diaper over her crotch. Lammy was a bit more difficult. When I put her on the dresser, she wouldn't open her legs so I could put the diaper on her.
I said slowly "Just imagine you're playing in the snow, and you get on a snow horse and start to ride it."
Lammy closed her eyes and let her legs relax. Then I quietly slipped the diaper under her butt and taped it shut.

Then I put the two ewes on the bed, and gave them a pep talk.
"As long as you're babies, you'll need to sleep together. Living on your own won't do. You need someone to play with or change your diaper or something. Not me; I'm not a professional. If you can be able to do this, then you two might get along at last."
"In your dreams, Village Boy!" said Rammy, flipping me off again.
"You shouldn't do that at this age." I said "In the meantime, I'm gonna call E-Gor and see if he can get us an antidote. So are we all good now?"
Lammy nodded and got off the bed. Rammy stood up.
"Oh, VILLAGE BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!" said Rammy, lifting her skirt up.
"Rammy, don't tell me you're trying to seduce me. Please don't!" I said, groveling.
Rammy rolled her eyes, and put her skirt down.

I escaped back to my pad via teleportation, and picked up the phone the minute I stepped through the door.
"E-Gor? Tom. Listen, your potion backfired, and now I have to look after two baby sheep!"
"Great scott! This seems heavy!" he said
"You must've been watching Back to the Future one too many times. Anyway, can you send over an antidote?"
"I'll try, but the problem is that it might take a couple of days to deliver. I'm in New York, you're in California."
"Okay. I'll wait," I said, and hung up.

I flopped down on the bed and tried to relieve of my troubles. Lammy and Rammy are in diapers, E-Gor will take days to bring over the antidote, and I have no excuse of what to say tonight at the Texican Grill. I felt like I had no other choice but to fess up and tell what happened.

It was 5:00, 4:00 Central time. I decided to check on them and head over to the taco joint or somewhere. I went down and teleported to Lammy's den. I went in to find them on the bed, taking a nap. They eventually woke up and saw me over by the door.
"Hangin' in there?" I asked.
"No," said Rammy, "Lammy's been a cry baby."
"Have you been hiding her guitar somewhere where she can't find it?"
"I'm ashamed now."
"Well listen. E-Gor is sending over an antidote. Think you can live as a child for a few more days?"
"I think so," said Lammy
They both got off the bed.
"Have you remembered to change diapers every now and then?" I reminded them
"I did it to Rammy, but she wouldn't do it to me," said Lammy, "and I'm starting to feel a bit soggy."
So I put Lammy on her dresser, wiped the pee off her crotch, and put a clean diaper on.

"I'm going down to the burrito joint. You wanna stay here? I'll get you some takeout." I said.
Lammy said nothing. She just hugged me real tight, and said "I love you!" with big tears in her eyes.

Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... I'll take that as a yes.

At The Texican Grill, I sat there in the booth, pretending not to notice the girls' absences. Finally, Katy piped up.
"Where's Lammy? I haven't seen her today during band practice."
"You don't suppose anything happened to them?" asked Sunny.
"We haven't heard a responce from that thing E-Gor put in" said Paula Fox.
"I confess," I said, "The expiriment went awry and the woke up this morning as little kids."
Everyone gasped, except for Matt, who was drunk.
"They must be having a good time!" he exclaimed.
Paula started thinking if he should be letting him drink beer, but this is irrelevant.
"How long do you think they're going to be like this?" asked PaRappa
"Well, I called E-Gor and he said he was sending over an antidote," I explained, "In the meantime, I told them I was going to get them take out so they don't miss out on dinner."

I stood up to go to the bathroom in the rear. They turned out to be those big ones with stalls and multiple sinks. It also had a baby changing station, which gave me an idea. I washed my hands and went back to my booth.
"I noticed something when I was in the bathroom and came up with something," I said to the others, "We could let Lammy and Rammy eat here, and use those diaper tables in the back. That way, they won't miss out on hot topics and stuff."
Everyone looked at one another, and they nodded in agreement. We finished our burritos and head home.

I remembered to ask for two burritos to go (no fries). I went to Lammy's den to find the the two baby ewes at the couch.
"I got you some chicken burritoes. How are the diapers holding up?" I asked.
"Fine. Rammy changed me, but I'm SO not changing hers," complained Lammy.
"Starting to get along?"
"It's welding in there."

I took Rammy to the bedroom and started to remove her diaper. Then she let out a deep sigh.
"What's wrong?" I said, "Are you sick of being a little kid?"
"No. I miss being one. I enjoyed being short and able to walk in spaces where you'd rather crawl when you're older," she stood up, the open diaper falling off, "I always had the center of attention, then I met that lamb and she ruined everything!"
"Well now that you and Lammy are little again, you could at least apologize and be friends. That's what E-Gor made this potion for. To help you get along."
Rammy started to cry. She lean foward to hug me, and then she peed on me.
Rammy said "Now will you clean my ass so we can get outta here?!"
I wiped up Rammy's wet vag and finished her butt. I put a clean diaper on, and she lowered her skirt. I carried her on my shoulders, and put her on the table, where the still-hot burritoes were waiting.

I went back to my apartment and took off my shirt to see the urine stain. Rammy's pee was burning hot, and I chucked it into the hamper right away.

The days passed while we were waiting for E-Gor's antidote. On Tuesday, Lammy and Rammy started to join me and the lads at the Texican Grill, where I used them on the diaper table in the bathroom. Lammy wanted a lot of hugs from me, and Rammy had her share, too. Their relationships were slowly rising.
On Wednesday, Lammy attempted to potty train, but her bladder wan't ready yet, so I scrapped that plan. Rammy didn't go for it because she was enjoying herself as it is (If you know what I mean).
On Thursday, the lamb proved they could change their diapers on their own, so Rammy went back to her den upstairs, taking along her diaper pack, which was halfway empty.

Friday, the antidote came in. I told the girls the news. This was their last night in diapers, so I told them to make it count. In the meantime, I took out a postcard and began to write.

Dear E-Gor,
Thank you for the antidote. I'm glad to say and Lammy and Rammy finally got along, but on the down side, Rammy confessed that she missed being a baby. Listen, if you come by to Rodneytown again, remember to bring a massive amount of formula and antodites for the girls so they can do it again.
Thanks again,
Thomas Fay.

That night, at the Texican Grill, we were witnessing Lammy and Rammy take the antidote. They went bottoms up at the same time, and we all applauded.

Now that the sheep are equal friends, they slept together in Lammy's bed. They slept naked so they wouldn't stretch and rip their young clothes. At midnight, they both felt the growing sensation. They were back to normal.

However, the next morning, the phone rang just as I woke up. It was Rammy, and she was not happy at all. Turns out that although they're adult sheep, they still peed on the bed.
Rammy's last words on the phone were "Another fine mess you got us into!"