This was going to be the final battle. You had personally handpicked the finest warriors of the guild to end the scourge of Lord Reva once and for all. It was a small group, the better to not arouse suspicion as the attack begun. Everything was falling into place, no one suspected a thing.

And then [i]they[\i] showed up. A rival guild, also looking for glory this night. Quiet arguments got loud, and all of a sudden, a burst of orange, a flash of purple, and suddenly, everything grew gigantic. A booming voice from the ramparts startled you and you fall back, though there is no pain as someone has kindly attached a pillow to your rump.

“Oh I see how it is. An evil sorcerer just tries to get by in this rough world, a curse here, a little black magic over there, and this is what I get in return? Two squabbling bands of toddlers squalling at my gate?! Were I in a fouler mood I’d round you all up and feed you to my hedgehog!”

A gleeful squeal can be heard some distance behind the speaker.

“But no,” Lord Reva continues, “I’m feeling especially magnanimous today. Therefore, I’m only going to sell HALF of you to the workhouse. The others can regain their adulthood, perhaps with some terrible deformity or...pink hair, but at least you’ll be able to walk away, never to return to my lands. I’ve magically resized your pathetic weapons to match your new bodies. Fight it out, babies! To the victors go the antidote!”

You look down. The weapon you had brought, that you had spent years mastering, has changed, held fast in your chubby, clumsy fingers. One of the guild members starts crying, their mind a slave to the infantile body they suddenly possess. You have to make the first move, or all is lost.

Hitching your diaper up, you raise your weapon, point at the rival guild and begin the charge. It’s more of a waddle but at least everyone else is doing it to. Lord Reva’s cackle rings out as the weapons clash, for he is only 30 percent sure they even have any more antidote, as his wife has an unfortunate habit of leaving her transformative quills LAYING ALL OVER THE DANG CASTLE, ZEL.

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