Brad happily strolled out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom when a huge person in the hallway confronted him. Staring up at the face, he was shocked to discover it was Valerie, the woman whom he met only hours ago and had invited him to her apartment for the night. "How did you get so big?" Brad nervously asked.

"I didn't change. You did," Valerie smiled. Not taking his eyes off Valerie, Brad ran his hands down his body. He discovered that it was no longer muscular, but was soft and chubby. And when a hand reached where his jockey shorts were supposed to be, he felt something smooth, broken by a strip of something else. Finally looking down, Brad was shocked to see he now had the body of a baby, and was wearing a disposable diaper. "What happened?" he asked in a very disturbed voice.

"You followed me home from the bar, expecting a night of free sex, with a 'goodbye, never see you again' in the morning. But that wasn't what I wanted," Valerie explained in a voice even a child could understand. "I don't care for sex, or ever marriage. All I want in life is to be the mother of my own child, but without the attachment to an adult male. And now I've realized my goal," she snickered.

"But how?" Brad complained. "A little supernatural spell I learned in 'O' magazine. Not the one named for Oprah, but the older sorcery journal named for the late Madame Ophelia. You were so busy pulling off your clothing in anticipation of a romp in the sack, you didn't even notice they were becoming too large for you to put back on," Valerie chortled. "But why me?" Brad asked. "You ask too many questions," Valerie said as she snapped her fingers by Brad's nose. "Gaageehaadoo," Brad replied, registering shock at his sudden inability to talk. "Now its time for little Braddie's midnight feeding," Valerie said as she carried the squirming baby into her bedroom while using her free hand to undo something inside her blouse.


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