The New Years Eve Party was in full swing and Two-shoes, dressed in her finest red dress bounced from group to group the bubbly socialight of the party playing her part as host perfectly filling space here complementing a suit there. As the evening progressed. She smiled at the control she held over those around her. Employing a blown kiss here a wink or smile there as she teased and flirted chatting her way through every group. Always just out of reach of any who wanted her but not so far that they wouldn't try. Her social connections and pull almost as much of a lure as her stunning beauty. She smiled pearly white fangs flashing the crowd as she excused her self eyes on the Large clock through the towers glass sparking with light as the midnight hour approached the new year, Her Year.


Passing through the hall into her living chambers Two-shoes came to the end of the her hall. The noise of the party dampened by the thick foam she had purposely built into the walls. Lifting a single painting she smiled at the colorful trees and landscape she had applied to the canvas, The image of a mother goddess clutching a babe in hand looking over the earth, Not in love nor hate but in power as all bowed before her. Setting the picture on the bed she turned and pressed her hand to the wall panel. Whirring to life it scanned her paw and with a click a section of the wall slid back reviling what looked to be a mix of a laboratory and a nursery the walls clean and sterile aside from a crib and a playpen. Within lay a little cream colored colt, snoozing from the early evening nap she had put him down for well planning this party.

" TreBor, is my little husband up yet?" lowering the sides of the pen she reached in pulling the small colt out, ruffling his brown hair as she checked his diaper. It was soggy and she moved towards the changing table as the little one in her arms yawned and wriggled. Laid on the table his eyes opened, eyes that still gleamed with adult intelligence and fear as he lay helplessly beneath his former wife. " There you are ready for your big debut." She cooed the sound of diaper tabs ripping as TreBor felt the warm wipe applied to his diaper area cleaning him up before applying another diaper to his bottom. As she reached under the table The little colt whimpered squirming trying to do anything to escape the situation all in vain of course.

Bringing out a small bottle from the built in fridge the grey cat tutted." oh ho ho were do you think your going. reaching over his tubby baby tummy she brought the changing harness over clicking it in firmly. "I know its hard for you to remember after loosing so much doll, but today is the day I show the world my little formal. and my little man." giving his little fat baby belly a tickle she smiled as all it produced were whimpers. " and I have you to thank for it my stallion or should I say colt." "If you hadn't been such a stay at home guy with little to no aspirations I would have never gotten the motivation to step out and up," Tears weld in the babies eyes as she unbuckled and lifted him diaper sagging into her arms the fresh sound of urine on plastic anouncing that he had indeed forgotten and was now soaking his diaper in fear. " Now now no tears for mammy." "Sure we have come to an end of the road as it were of you being my man but, oh don't cry here have your bottle." Pressing the rubber nipple to his muzzle she went on as his muffled whimpers turned to suckling and he was forced to swallow. " You know I promise you even after tonight you'l always be my number one, may be not in the same way you were as my husband but as my little colt you'l be sitting on mommas hip all the way to the worlds throne."

The little colts eyes seemed to dim a little as she talked, a fading light as it were as she held the bottle. " but first i have to insure that you are mold able lets finish this last bottle. All that adult grey matter wont do in the little pudgy baby frame you sport now." TreBors eyes widened his mind scrambling as he grasped her meaning looking for what had been lost, " oh don't get all frantic on me its to late, this bottle, it was the last step you needed, its what I'm going to start everyone on tonight, oh I worked on you slowly a bottle here a teasing there slowly taking away your age training underwear , It was so cute the first day you realized you were smaller, so oblivious and unobservant." "I had you in your teens by the time you thought to fight, of course, I took care of that right fast didn't I? " grinning she patted his padded bottom watching as the squirming infants eyes lost more of that spark in them his tummy rumbling as nature took its course. " and now look at you my little doll all ready for mommies new world order, the first of her many children." TreBor blinked once, twice, three times and hiccuped. A low whine turning to a bawl mind searching for...what? he didn't even know as he bawled, something was missing but he didn't know what it was.

" Shh shh shh there there we go first and favorite." draping a cloth over her shoulder Two-shoes patted the babies back till he belched letting loose a bit of milk over the rag. She set him back down undoing his diaper. " Whose my little colt huh who is my little stinky one." she said no longer teasing her motherly assurance bringing a slow confused smile to the infants face and then giggles as she cleaned him up and re diapered him the odd cloth diaper tied closed and a Top hat and sash awkwardly slipped over his head. Two-shoes carried her former husband back to the party leaving the doors open even her secret one, pretty soon their would be no one left with enough cognitive ability to waddle their way back there led alone tell anyone about it.

Mounting the platform set up for the band at the front of the balcony she turned child on her hip comments of the appropriateness of having a child at a party such as this were hushed as the room fell silent, " Everyone have a glass?" Beautiful and beaming in the moon light Two-shoes raised her own. One free of the chemicals she had mixed in to the midnight punch. " Ten...Nine...Eight..." They counted it down the hands on the large clock slowly ticking away towards midnight "Seven...Six...Five..." A few impatiences downed their glasses the odd flavor finding pallet in their drunken action. "Four...Three..Two...One" Finally the old gathered cry rang out. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Glasses raised as one and liquor flowed. Not a single glass remained full. Little TreBor from his vantage point at mamas side saw the first fall dropping to all fours shrinking legs unable to hold them. Others clutched at their pants blushing as they expanded out filling with a mess their fronts soaking through with pee as they lost all control. Some cried or drooled their minds no longer more then an infants as their bodies soon followed. If not for mamas hands and her calm voice drowning out the cries and wails from around him the little colt might have cried. Instead a smile spread on the little ones face as the room filled with more and more playmates. Surly soon they would see that mommy was only doing what was best for them and they would feel better and be ready to play with him. Smiling Two-shoes looked upon her work, it was only the beginning.

Art By  Bunanana