Baby Napping (Commission)

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Rebecca checked her phone as she strolled down the street. Two messages, and a half dozen texts, all from her dad. 

“Jeez,” she muttered, glancing at it. “Overbearing much?” 

It’d been like this since she was a kid. He’d go on one of his business trips for weeks on end and she’d barely hear from him, then he’d get back and suddenly want to be involved in every part of her life. The whiplash was incredible, and she was totally done with it. 

Still… she should probably respond. He had paid for her college, and whenever she needed money he was more than happy to oblige her. No reason to burn that bridge. 

She dialed his number. “Hey, dad? What were you calling about?” 

“Rebecca, where are you?” His voice was higher than normal. Afraid. What? 

“Just out for a walk,” she said, uncertainly. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

“You need to get inside, now. Call the police. Run. Just get out of there.” 

“Why?” she looked over her shoulder, then raised the phone to her ear again. “Daddy, what’s going on? You’re scaring-” 

A van rocketed around the corner ahead of her, all black, with no windows in the back. It was coming right towards her. 

She didn’t need any more explanation. Dropping her phone, Rebecca turned to run. 

Tires squealed. Footsteps pounded. A moment later, she felt something small prick her in the back of the neck, and the world went fuzzy, and finally black. 

…

Rebecca woke up to… something strange. 

The world around her seemed too big. Way too big. She was in some kind of padded cage, but as she looked out, she saw a room that had to be twenty, twenty five feet tall, and the same across, with a door that was fifteen feet high all on its own. 

She tried to stand, and her clothes felt… off. There was too much bulk between her thighs, and it disrupted her balance. The soft something at her feet made her stumble, and she fell back onto...

The mattress. She was in a crib. 

“Hey!” she called, as loud as she could. “Where am I?” 

She couldn’t understand what was going on. She’d been brought to a building where everything was three times as large as normal. Looking down at herself, she saw that she was wearing a baby onesie, with something bulky making the material stretch around her waist and crotch. 

“A… a diaper. They put me in a diaper.” 

The door opened, and a giant stepped in. And another. Two men in hockey masks, each of them twelve feet tall or more, walked inside and looked at her. 

And that’s when Rebecca got it. 

She hadn’t been put in a room where everything was bigger. She was smaller, and judging by the scale, it was smaller by a lot. She was two feet tall at most, if her judgement was right. 

“She’s awake,” one of the men said in a low tone. “I’ll go tell the boss.” 

The other one walked over to the crib, looming over the bars. “You’re gonna make us a lot of money, little girl.” 

“Where am I? What’s going on?” she demanded, looking up at him. 

“You’re… somewhere safe,” he said, shrugging. “And once your daddy sends us twenty million dollars, we’ll grow you back to size and let you go. Until then, you’re not leaving this room, baby cakes.” 

A chill ran down her back. She’d been kidnapped, and she was being held for ransom. “Are you going to hurt me?” 

He laughed, shaking his head. “Of course not. That’s why we went with the shrinking - you’ll be a lot easier to deal with when you’re about the size of a newborn. Don’t gotta let you out to use the bathroom, baby food’s cheap as chips, and when you’re this small, your voice don’t carry so much.” 

“I…” Rebecca started, focusing on one thing in that sentence. “You won’t let me use the bathroom?” 

“That’s what the diapers are for, girl,” he said. “Now, try and relax. Your daddy’s rich. I’m sure he’ll get us the money before you even gotta crap your pants… but if not, just give us a holler, and we’ll hear it on the baby monitor.”

Rebecca stared at him as he left, and even ignoring that she’d been shrunk down, she felt very, very small.