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Sorry it took a little long, I got reluctant on doing a messy alt and ended up delaying the writing :P  
Welp, storytime!  
 
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Around 2 hours have passed since Pinkie lost herself into watching those fancy cartoons in the screen right in front of her, and in that time frame, every few minutes she would empty a bottle of this mysterious milk, only for another to be dropped by her side right after, each one forcing her powers to keep active, causing her hooves and mane to keep shaking.  
 
Despite having drunk more than a few dozen of those bottles, she didn’t seem to be full yet, maybe it has to do with her powers causing her metabolism to be quicker, or she’s just too focused to pay attention to her food, but either way, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t care, watching TV nonstop is what matters, and if she doesn’t have to worry about food, why else would she?  
 
Of course, that would be the thing Pinkie would be thinking if her mind wasn’t foggy by this constant influx of childish cartoons being shown to her, one after another, the characters always on a new adventure, she’s just too curious to what is going to happen in the next episode.  
 
Pinkie’s regression appeared to have stagnated at one year old, she would ocasionally quickly grow up to 5 years during the small interval her powers turn off while she waits for another bottle, but she would suckle on the new one soon enough to regress her back again.  
 
It seems that whatever is in those bottles boosts and reacts to the use of her powers, since she doesn’t only have super speed, but also super healing. And the liquid she is ingesting must be somehow altering her cells in a way that each time they divide into new ones, they rewind her DNA, leading to a loop of regression through her whole body.  
 
Although, as we can see, Pinkie’s regression is capped at one year old, possibly due the fact that whenever she regresses past that threshold, her body becomes too weak to handle her powers, allowing her to grow up again until she can get her powers back, in a constant motion of back and forth.  
 
Did her captives take this into account? Or was it sheer luck? Who knows, all we know is that she is having a ton of fun, but even that is coming to an end, seeing that during an scene Pinkie was hyped for, she accidentally dropped her bottle open on the ground, the milk splattering around, luckily her uniform was intact.  
 
But that sudden occurence deviated her attention from the screen, and just as she did that, she managed to become conscious of her situation again, her adult mind quickly waking up free from the distracting cartoons, allowing her to subconsciously supress her powers.  
 
‘I need to get out of here!’ she thought to herself, and before she noticed, her body began growing up, and imediately a crane from the ceilling dropped another bottle for her. She wasn’t yet sure what was causing her regression, nor what is this milk, but she has enough instinct to not drink any further, leading her to take the new bottle, open it up, and pour the milk all over the playpen.  
 
Pinkie, now 8 years old, felt proud and relieved, for she finally had a moment of autonomy free from her childish actions. Feeling confident, she was going ahead to get out of her chair, but all of a sudden a few robot arms popped up from behind, going in front of her.  
 
She felt threatened, this reaction meant she clearly was going agains’t her captive’s plan, but she wasn’t preprared to fight just yet, she had to figure out more about what was going on, but the clawed arms quickly advanced her way, the resulting fear caused her instincts to take over… and also made Pinkie wet herself.  
 
In an instant, her powers turned on, her whole body was energized with speed, and time halted to a stop. “Flashtime”, as she call it, a very consuming way of using her powers, but a necessary one in the most desperate situations, and this was one of them.  
 
A few seconds in this stopped time, Pinkie, taking a breather from being attacked, began quickly shrinking down again, she only then noticed her powers are the cause of her regression, but she couldn’t just turn them off and be attacked, but she also can’t turn into a baby again, what should she do?!  
 
There was no time to think, she quickly took her chances and jumped out of the chair, while simultaneously turning her powers off.  
 
Time started to run again, the claws made their way to hit the chair, only to completely stop before they would hit the place where Pinkie was, and Pinkie, now barely 4 years old, took notice of this.  
 
‘It was a bluff?!’ She thought, surprised by the foresight of her captives. She was about to get up on her hooves and run again, but without using her powers, she could barely crawl her way to the borders of the playpen, in addition to her diaper making it hard to move in her current age.  
 
Anxiety made her wet herself once more, she didn’t know what to do, every option she takes would result in her demise, running powerless will just allow the arms to pick her up, running with powers will turn her into an infant, not doing anything will result the same… What option is left?  
 
There was only one thing Pinkie could do to give her the chance of one day escaping.  
 
She had to give up.  
 
Upon deciding it, Pinkie reluctantly crawled her way to the chair again, dragging her heavy, soggy pamps along, the arms retreating as the camera outside the playpen kept her in focus. Now 12 years old, she made herself comfortable on the chair, like she previously was, and then she looked at the camera mentioned before.  
 
“Is that what you want?” She asked, trying to keep her composure towards her captive as she grow up, she had given up escaping, but she was not going to have her self-esteem broken. And just as Pinkie said that, an arm came from the celling, but instead of dropping the bottle like the others did, it stayed there, holding it for her to pick it up.  
 
They wanted Pinkie to drink, and she complied, taking the bottle in her hooves, and slowly suckling on it. This bottle was bigger and different from the others in taste, but she couldn’t tell what, all she knew is that she had to finish it all. If she keeps doing what they want, she might be able to keep her adult mind with her, which one day might give her a chance at escaping.  
 
Finally, the bottle was empty, and Pinkie’s now adult body was shaking again as her powers were enabled, although something was odd, she didn’t imediatelly begin shrinking, but instead, as her powers kept going, she felt pressure building in her lower body, she couldn’t tell she was shivering because it was similar to vibrating herself, so she thought it was just a tummy ache because of drinking too much.  
 
But of course, it wasn’t just that. Pinkie was focusing her attention towards the TV again to try and ignore her humiliation, this time her mind wasn’t being drained by the cartoons, but that was going to prove not to be a good thing, as suddenly she felt a warm sensation quickly flowing around her diaper, and simultaneously she began regressing.  
 
Hooves around her belly, Pinkie breathed heavily as she grunted, each grunt making her diaper fuller, and if that wasn’t enough, once again a bottle was given to her, but this time, the robot arm was feeding it to her. She attempted to fight against it, but she couldn’t keep herself from hugging her belly, making her hooves busy all the while.  
 
As she further drank all the milk from the new bottle, her body shook more, and her shrinking sped up, alongside her diaper filling. And after a matter of seconds, Pinkie was just one year old again, although this time, with her adult mind intact for her to enjoy it all, and not long after, her powers turned off, and Pinkie was scared.  
 
Not scared because she wasn’t growing up again despite her powers not regressing her, nor was she scared because another bottle was delivered to her while she was still grunting. No, she was scared because she didn’t want it to end, she was felling happy having fun watching those cartoons in the screen in front of her while loading her diaper, hoping for a change soon.  
 
Her adult mind was still there, with no signs or feelings of hypnosis, which means that accepting this predicament only awakened a part of her that she didn’t expect to have.  
 
‘Someone should find me eventually…’ She thought to herself, smiling as she drinks from another bottle,‘why not enjoy my time then?’  
 
The TV kept going, the bottles kept coming, and Pinkie’s diaper kept growing.  
 
But it’s alright, it was her choice after all~