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Magic Daycare 2.0 (Chapter 1)
🕑 Added 2022-01-18 19:00:04 +0000 UTCA patron contacted me and offered to write a follow-up to one of my older stories that they appreciated. Hope you enjoy his take on the story that starts immediately where we left off. If you are new to this Patreon and don't know the story, the Magic Daycare tag is at the bottom so you can find the previous chapters! Enjoy.
‘Oh, no,’ Elizabeth thought to herself. ‘We’re so screwed.’
Boy, were they. Her, Marissa, and Lily had all planned to escape this very night and seek out the witch that had cursed Sarah so that they could get their own curses undone, but with the latter two evidently incapacitated for however long due to the potion, that plan was now officially scrapped.
Elizabeth felt her ears starting to hurt as Lily wailed. The bottle of juice she drank had affected her mind, regressing her mental state to reflect the clothes she was wearing. Her onesie and thick diaper, now full of poop, hence her crying. Thanks to Sarah’s potion, Lily now had all the mental faculty of a crawling baby.
Marissa wasn’t too far behind. Her sippy cup had been full of the same potion, and now she had the mind of a three-year-old. Maybe stretch it to four. With her t-shirt and wet pull-up, she certainly looked like a small child capable of walking, but not using the potty. As Marissa stood there, hands over her soaked trainers, her face was getting red, her eyes watering, until she burst into tears as well, adding her own cries to Lily’s.
“What a couple of babies!” Sarah laughed, still standing at the door with the adult-sized plastic potty in her hand.
“What’s going on in here?”
Sarah and Elizabeth turned to see Daphnee come walking onto the scene, no doubt summoned by all the crying. The woman’s nose wrinkled at the stench in the air. Her eyes darted from Marissa to Lily, and she determined that Lily was the stinker.
Daphnee went for Lily, while tossing an order to Sarah over her shoulder. “Sarah, sweetie, please clean Marissa up.” And then she looked at Elizabeth. “Sorry about this, dear.”
“I-It’s fine,” Elizabeth managed to smile. “I’m not bothered too badly by dirty diapers.”
Daphnee smiled. She scooped the crying Lily up and left Sarah’s bedroom. Sarah leveled an annoyed look at her mother’s back as the woman left, obviously incensed at being saddled with changing the sniffling Marissa.
“Whatever,” the witch grumbled. She went over and grabbed Marissa by the hand and yanked her along. “Sorry about this, Betsy. You just hang tight while I get the baby in her diaper.”
“N-Not ba-baby. No d-diapee…” Marissa blubbered.
“Uh-uh, sure.”
And then Elizabeth was left alone in Sarah’s room while the witch attended to Marissa’s wet pull-up and Daphnee changed Lily’s dirty diaper.
The newfound silence made the crinkle of Elizabeth’s Goodnite sound like a roaring crowd, but the pounding of her heart was more like the roar of a jet engine. So much had happened and so fast, but she couldn’t dwell on it now. With this opportunity, Elizabeth bolted across the room to where Sarah’s nightstand was.
The young woman struck gold on the first try. In the drawer, sitting on top, was the witch’s friendship journal, the item she had used back when Elizabeth had been an attendee of the daycare and her curse first started. Despite it being a friendship journal, Elizabeth was hoping it was actually a secret spell book, or even more than a journal of friendship and actually a diary of sorts, hopefully containing the chronicles of the witch’s own regression.
But as Elizabeth rifled through the pages, she found only entries that were dated back when she first started here as an attendant. No luck in gaining more info and clues as to the identity of the witch that cursed Sarah.
“Oh, how sweet!”
Elizabeth yelped and dropped the journal.
“Oh, my!” Daphnee laughed.
Lily was held on her hip, the girl still behaving like a little baby as she munched on the woman’s hair. Elizabeth could see that the girl was wearing a different diaper now, her stinky one having been successfully changed.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, sweetie. I thought it was cute that you found Sarah’s friendship journal. You really are her best friend, you know? She was so excited to hear you were coming back.”
Elizabeth picked the journal up and put it back in the drawer. She shut the drawer and moved away, hoping she didn’t look suspicious to the woman. Granted, Sarah’s spell on her made it so that she didn’t care at all about the fact that her maid wore diapers, so it stood to reason that Daphnee wouldn’t care about someone snooping through her daughter’s things. Or at least, was so oblivious and ditsy that she didn’t notice that’s what Elizabeth had been doing.
The young lady managed another strained smile, this one laced with bittersweetness. “I was super excited to come back, too. I missed my best friend.”
Daphnee untangled herself from Lily’s baby-like grip, setting the girl down on the floor. “Come get me if you need anything, dear. I’ll be in my room, down the hall and halfway down the right.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.”
“You’re welcome, dear.”
Daphnee left and Sarah entered not even five seconds later. She was leading Marissa by the hand, the maid once again diapered in her traditional animal print Rearz Safari diaper.
Lily’s diaper was just plain white from what Elizabeth was able to see of the padding given the girl’s onesie.
“That was fun,” the witch grinned. “Sorry about the smell, though.”
“It’s fine,” Elizabeth said.
Another thing she’d been hoping to find in the journal was information on the potion, such as its time limit, if any, and the exact nature of its effects.
Elizabeth was also burdened by the fear that the juice in her juice box had also been spiked with the potion. She was leaning more towards the idea that no, her juice box hadn’t been spiked. If it had been, based on what happened to Marissa and Lily, then Elizabeth could expect to mentally regress to an actual ten-year-old. She doubted this based on the fact that she had been chosen by Sarah to be a “friend” as opposed to a plaything.
However, if that juice box had been spiked, then Elizabeth didn’t know which age she would have to pretend to be, which was certainly a dangerous thing in the presence of Sarah. The witch would no doubt take it as the sign of disobedience, and she would add even more to Elizabeth’s curse, or even follow through with her earlier threat of making everyone see her as a babbling baby instead of a ten-year-old bedwetter.
“And don’t worry about your juice box,” Sarah said as she led Marissa over to Lily. “You’re my friend. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Elizabeth swallowed hard, a strange feeling in her tummy as she listened to the witch once again refer to her as a friend.
Couldn’t Sarah see that they were not friends? Couldn’t she see that what she was doing was wrong? Sure, by her own admission, if she didn’t use her limited regression powers, she herself would actually regress, but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. Just because she was under her own curse didn’t at all mean she got to derive the sadistic pleasure that she did when she reduced young women to diaper-dependent little girls. Now, if Sarah was always reluctant when she used her powers, and if she didn’t regress them all the way back to childhood, toddlerhood, and/or babyhood, but like, their mid-teens or something, then Elizabeth would be far more inclined to consider Sarah a friend.
Especially if they were all working together to find the witch that cursed Sarah, that way Sarah would be released, and then she’d release all of them.
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bheat8112
I have finished part 2. It's just a matter of time.
Baby325
OMG Awesome please part 2
