Daycare The Remote of Transformation chapter 14 by deleted_user

Paul had completely lost the trail of the construction worker. No safety vest, no tool belt, no bearded giant anywhere. Paul pushed open the first door he saw that wasn’t already spilling out screaming adults — a brightly colored “Little Explorers Daycare” tucked between a shoe store and a pretzel stand.

Big mistake.

The daycare was pure pandemonium, but not the kind he expected.

Colorful mats covered the floor. Plastic toys were scattered everywhere. Several full-grown adults were on their hands and knees, giggling and rough-housing like toddlers. A tall, muscular Black man in a business suit was sprawled on his back, kicking his legs in the air while laughing hysterically as a curvy redhead woman in yoga pants sat on his chest and tried to shove a crayon in his mouth. Another woman — petite Asian with long hair — was furiously scribbling on the wall with a fat purple marker, tongue sticking out in concentration. A burly security guard type was stacking blocks into a wobbly tower, only for a middle-aged dad-bodied guy to knock it over with a gleeful “Waaaaah!”

It looked like a bunch of drunk adults having the world’s weirdest playdate.

Then Paul noticed the voices.

“Mine! Gimme the twuck!” the business-suit man squealed in a high-pitched toddler lisp, grabbing at a plastic truck.

“Noooo! I had it first!” the yoga-pants woman whined, voice pure three-year-old even though it came from a grown woman’s throat.

The Asian woman at the wall turned, marker still in hand, and beamed with pure childish delight. “Lookit my dino! Rawr!”

Paul’s plump lips parted in horror as realization hit. These weren’t swapped adults acting childish.

These were actual little kids — two-to-four-year-olds — whose minds were now stuck in random adult bodies from around the mall.

A small voice piped up from the corner, trying desperately to sound authoritative. “Okay everybody, calm down! No pushing! We take turns with the toys, remember?”

The voice belonged to a little boy — maybe three years old — but standing on a plastic chair, hands on hips, trying to wrangle the chaos like the world’s tiniest daycare worker.

When the boy spotted Paul’s curvy figure in the doorway, his eyes widened. “Oh no… another one! Are you okay? Does your body seem wrong?”

One of the rough-housing “adults” — a lanky guy in his twenties — looked up from chewing on a plastic dinosaur and pointed at Paul with chubby-adult fingers. “Boobies! Big boobies like Mommy!”

He toddled over on unsteady adult legs and tried to poke one of Paul’s heavy breasts with genuine toddler curiosity.

Paul yelped, jumping back so his thick ass bumped the doorframe, making everything jiggle even more. “Hey! No touching! Personal space!”

The toddler clapped his hands. “See? That’s why we don’t touch without asking! Everyone say sorry to the nice lady!”

A chorus of half-hearted “sowwy”s came from the various adult bodies, some still crawling around on the floor.

Paul’s voice cracked with disbelief. “This… this is so much worse than the comic nerds. They’re all actual toddlers? In grown-up bodies?”

The boy nodded solemnly, looking exhausted. “I’m Joanna. I'm just trying to keep things under control until someone fixes this. Hopefully someone does fix this.”

One of the kid-adults — the security guard body — had given up on the block tower and was now lying on his back sucking his thumb contentedly, making wet noises.

Paul glanced around desperately. Still no sign of the construction worker or the remote. Just a room full of toddlers in adult skins causing adorable, terrifying chaos. He had to get out of here and keep searching… but leaving a bunch of literal children stuck in grown bodies felt wrong, even in the middle of all this insanity.