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The Magician's Game - Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2021-09-15 18:59:50 +0000 UTCBecky’s New Life
Becky awoke from her midmorning nap, and was immediately assaulted by the strong smell of baby powder, pee, and something yuckier. Every time she awoke, she prayed that everything she’d gone through with the Magician had all been some terrible dream. But when she opened her eyes, it was to see the white bars of her crib in front of her face, and the daycare’s naptime room beyond. It was a sight she’d become very familiar with over the last few months.
She got to her hands and knees, her bare tits dangling beneath her, and a wave of revulsion washed over her. Her nappy drooped heavily between her legs, almost brushing the plastic mattress of her cot. Becky could feel the weight of her mess inside it. She could feel it squishing against her bottom. She screwed up her face in disgust and shame. She felt as though she was trapped in a nightmare. This was who she was now. An overgrown baby who filled her diapers up during her sleep like a one-year-old. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. In fact, some of her former colleagues at the daycare had even made sure to capture it on video before, so that they could force her to watch her sleeping self lift her bottom into the air and start packing her oversized Pampers while they tittered.
None of them liked her – they remembered how dismissive she’d been of their careers, the ones for whom it was more than just a Summer job, and how haughty and harsh she’d been with the children. In their minds, she was getting exactly what she deserved. Becky trembled with anger in her crib. She hated all of them! How dare those stupid bitches treat her like this just because she hadn’t wanted to spend the rest of her days wiping poopy bottoms! She felt tears welling up in her eyes. At least it was better than spending her days getting her own poopy bottom wiped by somebody else…
Becky forced herself to get up, trying and failing to ignore the way her full nappy swung heavily between her legs and pressed against her. Even after months in diapers, she still hadn’t got used to them. She never would.
One of the daycare staff came over once they saw her standing up in her crib. Erica. Becky felt her spirits sink even lower. They were around the same age, and they’d hated each other when they’d been colleagues. Erica was nothing short of delighted at Becky’s fate.
“Finally up from your nap, hmm?” she smirked. “We thought you might stay asleep all day, Beckers! It’s one of your favourite things to do now, isn’t it? Napping? Right up there with going to the toilet in your pants.”
Becky was seething, but she tried to keep her face steady. She was desperate to get out of this filthy diaper. “Please…” she began, but then she saw Erica’s raised eyebrows and realised her mistake. “I mean… Pwease Miss Ewica! Baby Becky made a boom-boom! Pwease can I haf a clean nappy to poop in?”
Erica laughed nastily. “Oh no, Becky-poo, I don’t think so,” she cooed, her eyes glinting maliciously. “That was very cute, but you’ve only just made a stinky while you were napping! That diapee can hold an awful lot more. What was it you always said? What’s the point in changing the little brats when they’re just going to crap their pants again in a few minutes?”
Becky whimpered.
“Come on, baby-butt,” she said, picking her up under the arms and carrying her out of the naptime room and over to a corner where all the daycare’s other charges, her equals, were playing with blocks and dolls and toy cars and stuffed animals. “It’s playtime now. You can have a nappy change later.”
She plopped Becky down on her full diaper, making her groan with disgust. Another daycare worker came over, an older woman. Miss Harriet was kinder than Erica, but no less pleased by where Becky had ended up. She looked down at the twenty-year-old woman on the floor with a patronising smile.
“I see this little one’s done naptime potty-poos,” she chuckled. “You’re such a little stinker, aren’t you Becky?”
“Yes, Miss Hawwiet,” Becky lisped. She didn’t have much choice but to answer. Ignoring their questions was the fastest way to earn her a red bottom. The daycare didn’t normally allow spanking, but they made a special exception for her, and most of the staff were constantly looking for any excuse to take her over their knees and spank her to tears. She didn’t know who was worse, Erica, who taunted her constantly about how far she’d fallen, or Harriet, who treated her like she really was just a silly little two-year-old.
Becky played with her stuffed animals for what seemed ages – there were no clocks visible in the daycare (babies didn’t need to know the time) – supervised closely by Miss Harriet, doing her best to keep her mind off the load in her pants, and the terror of knowing that this second babyhood was permanent. No more dignity, no more independence.
At last, lunchtime came around. The horrible baby food was nothing to look forward to, but at least it was a break from the monotony of playing with mind-numbing baby toys, and every second was a step closer to getting out of her messy nappy.
Harriet led her over to a row of highchairs on one side of the room, where she was lifted up and crammed into the seat.
“Pwease can I haf-” she began, but Harriet interrupted, anticipating her question.
“You can have a change after num-nums, Becky-poo,” she said firmly.
Becky hung her head meekly and allowed herself to be fed spoonful after spoonful of mashed up peas and carrots.
“There’s a good girl!” Harriet cooed in a high-pitched, stomach-turningly sweet baby voice. “That’s a good baby! Little miss stinky bum loves her nummy-nums, doesn’t she? Yes she does! Yes she does!”
Becky whimpered and accepted another spoonful of mush. She knew her figure wouldn’t last. After months of nothing but baby food and rich formula, her tight stomach had already disappeared. She was still slim, but her body had definitely become softer. Baby fat, she thought miserably. She had baby fat.
Once she’d gone through several jars of baby food, a large baby bottle was popped into her mouth, and Becky started guzzling down the milk within. Harriet held the bottle for her – she was considered much too little to be trusted to do something as mature as feed herself. Becky hadn’t even held a knife and fork herself in months, not that they would have been any use when all her food went through a blender before it touched her lips.
She was halfway through her bottle when she suddenly started to wet herself. She had no control over her bladder of course, but she could feel the hot pee streaming out of her and soaking into her already wet naptime nappy. It wasn’t as bad as the disgusting mess beneath her bottom, but it didn’t make things any better. She could feel her warm wee-wee sloshing about in her pants, the sodden padding pressing against her pussy as she finished her bottle.
At last, with her stomach full to burst, Becky was lifted out of her highchair and carried her over to one of the many changing tables that stood in the room. She felt her heart lift. At least she was getting out of her dirty diaper.
“Erica!” Harriet called, depositing Becky on the changing table. “Can you change Becky’s nappy? I need to take care of the other babies.”
“Alright!” Erica called, walking over to them with a sneer on her face. “Hi Becky-wecky,” she taunted, once Harriet had left. “Someone definitely needs her diapee changed,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “What a yucky little girl you are, Becky. Always pooping her pants. You used to hate changing messy nappies so much, but I bet you miss it now, don’t you? I bet you’d happily spend the rest of your life changing nappies if it just meant you wouldn’t have to wear them yourself. Imagine being a grown woman who’ll never leave daycare!”
Becky couldn’t look her in the eyes. She could feel tears welling up inside them.
Erica pushed her onto her back and started undoing the tapes of her diaper. She gave the front a quick little rub as she did so. “Crinkle, crinkle!” she teased. “Do you remember what it was like to have a man touch you down here?” She laughed. “Do you even remember what it was like to wear panties? You are quite pretty – I bet you had no trouble getting guys. But those days are over now, aren’t they Becky? No more boyfriends for you. The best you can hope is for a handsome male daycare worker to change your nappy!”
Becky started to cry.
“Awww,” cooed Erica, her tone mockingly sweet. “Poor wittle thing. Does baby Becky-wecky miss being a gwown-up? Does she miss wearing big girl clothes and eating adult food and having people talk to her like she’d not two years old? Does she wish she could use the potty again instead of doing all her pee-pees and poo-poos in her nappies?”
Becky cried even harder, until Erica took a large pink dummy out of her apron pocket and shoved it into her mouth.
“There we go!” she said happily. “That will shut the baby up.” Then she pulled down the front of Becky’s nappy and lifted her legs into the air by her ankles. “This is where you belong, Becky,” she said, wiping at the woman’s messy bottom with one wet wipe after another. “On your back, legs up, getting your dirty diaper changed. I can’t think of a more perfect way for you to spend your life!”
Becky wailed like an infant on the changing table while Erica finished changing her into a clean, dry nappy, taunting her all the while. With a fresh diaper on her butt, Becky was carried back through to the naptime room and deposited once again in her crib, this time for her afternoon nap.
“Night-night, Becky-poo!” Erica said, patting her firmly on her padded bottom before she left. "See you when you wake up!"
Still sniffling, Becky buried her face in her pillow and quickly felt herself drifting off. She’d taken so many naps now that her body was used to it. Her eyes fluttered shut, and just as she drifted off to sleep, her bowels lurched into life once more, so that she could go through it all again. And again and again and again, until her adult mind finally broke forever, and Becky Lewis was left as a drooling, pants-filling baby for the rest of her days.
Comments
Good point! I did consider writing something like that in, but in the end I decided not to. I imagined that Becky's new Mummy would be an older member of staff at the daycare, or maybe even the owner.
Love it. Did Becky have a baby home life or will she always be at the daycare?
