The Most Magical Place on Earth - Chapter 10 (Patreon)

Paul didn't feel particularly hungry, especially knowing that, once they'd eaten, they would be returning to the hotel, and, more importantly, that bedroom, but he was quickly realizing that he had very little choice when it came to... Well, almost anything. The whole park seemed to see him as a child, so they were dedicated to making sure he stuck with his 'mother', and did as he was told.

So he obediently walked alongside Beth, struggling even more to keep up with her now that he had the full bulk of a diaper hanging beneath his legs with every step. Fortunately, their destination wasn't far off, and soon they were entering the Hollywood & Vine restaurant, with its 60's diner aesthetic, giant Hollywood 'postcards' decorating the walls, and Minnie Mouse, holding court over a gaggle of small children.

He knew right away what was going to happen, although that didn't make him feel any better when Beth pushed him, clinging tightly to his new bear, towards the mouse for a picture. He was glad that the character couldn't talk, to spare him having to reply to some inane questions, but standing up there still put him at the center of attention for everyone waiting in line behind him, and he was positive they were all staring right at his diaper, or the wet spot on his skirt, the whole time. Minnie probably would have had the tact not to bring that up; he doubted the kids would, so he scurried away from them as quickly as possible.

At least the food looked good, he told himself as Beth took his hand, leading him over to a table to put their things down. Or, rather, he realized, to put her things down... As he set the teddy bear down and moved to follow her, she shook her head.

"Why don't you wait here?" she asked, in a tone that told him it wasn't actually a question. "It's pretty busy up there, so it'll be quicker if I just get plates for both of us."

Paul pouted, wanting to be able to choose his own lunch, and knowing that he wasn't going to be a pest up in line, like a real little kid would be. "You have an important job, too!" Beth reassured him. "I need you to keep an eye on my purse, okay? And not to move a muscle from that chair."

"All right," Paul sighed. There was little point arguing, he supposed, and maybe Beth really did just want him to watch her stuff... After all, he was sure it would be more difficult to carry her plate if she also had to juggle her purse - he knew that he'd have trouble juggling the bear and a plate, although at least the purse had a strap. Or maybe she'd just noticed how prominently damp his skirt was, after she'd washed it off in the sink, and didn't want any parents to judge her own parenting skills based on that.

He watched her go, then stared around at the other diners, trying to get an idea of what kind of food he might expect to get. He saw all kinds of tasty looking things that left his stomach rumbling, like salmon, roasted meat, shrimp, some kind of bacon-wrapped meat... He wasn't sure what he would have chosen for himself, but Beth knew what he liked, so he could trust her... He hoped.

He was wrong. When she returned, her plate was loaded down with the salmon, some very fancy looking pasta, and a salad; his plate had a pile of chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, and broccoli. He didn't particularly dislike any of it - broccoli wasn't his favorite, though he could live with it - but it was nowhere near the level of what everyone around them was eating, except the children.

"C-Can I go see what they have?" he asked tentatively, poking at the macaroni and cheese with his fork.

"No," he was told, simply. "Those are the things from the kids' section that I think you'll like the best. Just eat, Polly, and maybe you can go get something from the chocolate fountain."

The kids' section... He hadn't even thought of that. It was Disney World, of course they had one, and of course it wouldn't have all the same savory selections as the adults were enjoying, because most kids wouldn't be interested in trying any of the fancy stuff. He would have loved to, but, then, he wasn't actually a child, so his opinion on the matter didn't really count.

The food he was stuck with was good, unsurprisingly, even if he wished he could try something a little more mature. "You were hungry, weren't you?" Beth chuckled, apparently surprised at the speed with which he'd eaten.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Can I go get something else?"

"Give it a minute," Beth instructed, sounding doubtful, "if you're still hungry then, I can go up for seconds."

"Can I try something different?" he asked hopefully.

She hesitated, and right away he knew the answer, even before she spoke. "I don't know what else you would like, sweetie." If he went up there, he could tell her exactly what he wanted, but he'd probably still be stuck getting things from the kids' section... He really wasn't sure what else they might have there that he'd like any better. Still, he could always see, and maybe, if he got really lucky, he could find a way to snag something from the real buffet.

Before he could, however, music began to play, and he glanced over to see Minnie dancing, the gaggle of kids around her jumping to their feet as well. "Oh, that looks like fun!" Beth exclaimed. "Why don't you go join them?"

Paul shook his head. It was bad enough walking with this diaper on, there was no way he was going to go dance... He wasn't the greatest dancer to begin with, and now he probably really would look like the rest of the ids, awkwardly bouncing in place, with no real rhythm.

"Go on," she urged. "It'll help get your energy out before your nap."

The nap! He'd forgotten all about that! "I-I don't need a nap," he whined.

"Well, you're going to be taking one anyway," she informed him. "So you'd better move around while you can. Go on, dance."

He sighed, seeing that he didn't really have a choice here - he didn't have many choices at all, as a kid - and got to his feet, trudging over to where the other children were. Just on the walk there, the diaper felt more and more obvious to him, as if, while just sitting on it and eating, he'd almost forgotten it was there, and now he was experiencing it anew. More likely, he was just realizing he was marching in front of the watching eyes of the families of these kids, all of which no doubt knew exactly what a diaper looked like, and probably would have been able to spot the signs of it even if it was completely covered. Plus, he had no idea if that wet spot was still there on his skirt or not, which would make it even more clear what he had on under, and why.

Beth stood on the sidelines, watching and snapping pictures, for a bit, then vanished. Paul felt a moment of panic at first, until he looked towards their table and saw she'd gotten seconds for herself. He started to move out of the group to join her, only to be blocked at every turn by other dancing children, some of which, to his horror, were almost as big, or - in a few cases - even bigger, than him.

Spending so much time around Beth, it was sometimes hard to figure out just how small he'd gotten. He knew he was shorter than her, but they hadn't really been around actual kids that much, at least not in this close a proximity. He'd felt tiny, especially in this diaper, though, now that he thought about it, the number of kids smaller than him who did not have an obvious diaper bulge was probably more humiliating than the ones who were taller... 

He felt like a toddler, Beth was practically treating him like one, yet, really, he definitely wasn't the size of one. Going by that alone, most people who probably assume - and rightly so - that he was more than old enough that he shouldn't need that protection, and maybe even that he was too old to be joining in on this dance party, since he thought the same of the kids who were bigger than him, blocking his way out.

That realization of just how far he'd fallen made him stop his so-called dancing, searching for a way out of the mass of little bodies he was stuck in. Fortunately, one benefit of this transformation was that Beth was keeping a very close eye on him, and the moment that happened, and she could tell he looked worried, she was on her way.

"What's wrong?" she asked, easily sliding into the crowd and taking his hand. Before he could answer, she'd slid a hand against the crotch of the diaper, then, in front of everyone, tugged out the back. The fact that was the first thing she thought of made him even more upset, although he didn't realize, until they got to the table and she wiped his eyes, that he was actually crying. "Are you hurt?"

"N-No," he sniffled. How could he explain it? He didn't understand it himself... The fact that he was changing like this was not only the thing that scared him, but probably also the reason he'd started crying without noticing. She wouldn't understand any of that, considering she seemed to have lost all memory of who he really was.

"Are you tired?" She sounded like she'd solved the puzzle, which made him all too eager to shake his head, making it look, no doubt, as if he was protesting too much. "Why don't we go to the chocolate fountain?" she suggested. Paul knew that meant the end of the meal, and he wouldn't be getting any more regular food... Honestly, though, he was feeling pretty full.

To his annoyance, Beth had him leave the bear behind, slung her purse over her shoulder, and took his hand. Why she couldn't have done that on the first trip, he didn't know... If she could carry a dessert plate, surely she could have handled a regular one, and he was quite capable of holding his own. 

The chocolate fountain was impressive, much taller than he had expected, but it was still slightly disappointing in that it was behind the counter, with a chef waiting to dip whatever Paul chose into it, rather than Paul being able to do that himself. It made sense, sure, from a sanitary perspective, though it was still less fun than he had anticipated.

They returned to the table with their spoils, chowed down on the now chocolate covered strawberries, marshmallows, and apple slices they'd selected, then headed out. It didn't seem like Paul had really eaten all that much, but he was feeling quite full - the benefit of a smaller body, and therefore stomach, he supposed - and even a little drowsy.

"Ready for your nap?" Beth asked, catching him in the middle of a yawn.

He shook his head, blushing, wishing he'd just tried a little harder to contain himself. "I'm fine!" he insisted.

"I'm sure you are," she smiled, "but we're still going to head back to the hotel for a bit."

He hoped his skirt had mostly dried by then, though he didn't dare reach back to check on it. He was sure people were still staring at him as they left the park and got onto the shuttle, but that could easily have just been at his diaper, poking out just a bit from both the top and bottom of the skirt, giving him that distinctive waddle.

The worst part was, unsurprisingly, the hotel lobby, where Will was working, meaning Paul had to toddle right past him, quite clearly diapered now, praying that his skirt really was dry. He was just grateful that Beth didn't stop to talk... At least, until they reached the room, and Beth led him to the bedroom, stripped him out of everything except his diaper, and sent him off towards the nursery with a pat on the bum that probably doubled as a quick diaper check.

"Do you need help getting into your crib?" she asked when he hesitated.

"N-No," he shook his head, remembering what had happened the last time she'd actually entered the room. "Do I hafta take a nap?"

"Yes, you do," she replied quickly, leaving no room for argument.

"Can I sleep on your bed?" Paul suggested.

"Polly," Beth sighed, "don't you remember how excited you were to have your own bedroom for this trip?" 

He didn't... There was no way Beth should have, either, since that had never happened. He was beyond the point of trying to pretend there was no magic in this room, as much as he'd like to... Now, he was more worried about how far it went. Was it rewriting their entire history together in Beth's mind? How long would this last?! He hoped it would wear off once they went back home, but, looking down at himself, then up at Beth, remembering when he'd had to look down instead, he began to feel a lot more worried.

"Go on," she shooed him away. Reluctantly, still grasping his new teddy bear, holding it in front of his mostly naked body like a shield, he stepped into the nursery. He planned on leaving the door open - Beth had not only seen him like this already, after all, she was the one who had put him in this diaper - thinking that he would be safe that way, since the room only seemed to fully activate when he was closed in.

He was almost halfway to the crib when he saw the door shutting out of the corner of his eye in the mirror. He spun around, ready to ask Beth to leave it open, but when he turned, he could see Beth in the other room, facing the other way, on her phone, nowhere near the door... Nobody else seemed to be, either, and yet, before he could open his mouth, or do anything else, it closed with an ominous click.

The sound of tiny wings filled the room, making him hug his new bear tighter to his body, not wanting the fairies to get ahold of him again and change him even further. As his arms encircled the stuffed animal, however, he felt them being tugged further and further apart... Was he shrinking again?!

He was sure that was the case, until he actually looked down. His body seemed the same; it was the bear that appeared to have changed. It was growing, getting larger and larger until, finally, he couldn't close his arms around it anymore. He gaped up at it, towering over him, thinking, for just a moment, that it would be on his side, that it would defend him against Tinkerbell and her minions.

Of course, that was ignoring the fact that the bear was dressed in Tinkerbell's outfit. Lifting his head even higher, he could see the fairy herself hovering overhead, giggling, her hand in the bag of pixie dust at her side. He gasped, starting to step back from the bear, only for the now huge, fuzzy paws to grab him, lifting him easily and carrying him across the room to the changing table by the window.

"L-Let me go!" he whimpered, struggling in vain as he was set down on his stomach. The bear easily pinned him in place with one paw, the other reaching for his diaper and starting to pull it down. What was it doing?! He wriggled harder, not wanting to find out, while one of the fairies flew down below him, grabbing a plastic tub and carrying it over to the bear.

When it flew back around to replace the item, he caught a glimpse of the label, his eyes widening at the sight of the words on the side. There were quite a few, but the one that stood out the most, by far, was 'Suppositories'. 

"No!" he squealed. Not that... Not now... Beth had told him she'd think about letting him wear training pants in the afternoon, if he could prove he didn't need the diaper, but this was going to make that very, very hard. "Please, you can't..." A moment later, he felt something tiny being pushed into his rear with a furry hand, followed by a second, and a third, before his diaper was tugged back up.

"No..." he wiggled his bottom sure he could feel them moving inside him, zooming up deeper and deeper until they found what they were looking for and... He shook his head, not wanting to think about it, the bear picking him up and carrying him over to the crib, plopping him inside.

For a few minutes, he thought maybe he'd be okay, that his years of potty training would save him, or that maybe those suppositories were meant for a real baby, and were thus maybe less powerful... Then the cramps started, making him groan, wrapping his arms around his aching stomach.

"Beth!" he cried out. He wasn't sure how the magic worked, if she could hear him on the other side of the door, but if she could help him, he would risk her coming into the room again. He had to stop this... He had to find a way! "Beth, please!" He shook his head, swallowing his pride, and tried the name he knew she would rather hear from him now, "Mommy!"

Before he could try again, the bear plodded up next to him and shoved something between his lips. A huge, silicone nipple filled his mouth, and, as he reached up to try to pull it out by the plastic ring on the front of it, apple juice began to pour out of it, down his throat. When he tried to yell for Beth again, it produced even more juice, despite him not managing to make any noise around the huge thing. He blushed as he looked over at the mirror, seeing the shield of a huge pacifier covering the bottom of his face, doing its job quite well, entirely shutting him up.

He groaned again, even that muffled noise causing another wave of apple juice to cascade down his throat as he fought desperately not to use his diaper. He stared up at the bear with big eyes, silently begging for mercy, for it to join his side, since it had been bought for him, after all, to stop helping Tinkerbell...

Instead, it reached out one huge paw and pressed it firmly against his churning stomach. With a gasp - and another swallow of juice - he felt his body begin to push, something warm and gooey pushing against the tight confines of his diaper from the inside. Red-faced, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, he managed to stop it, but even he knew that little victory was meaningless.

It had begun... All it took was a tiny squirm, which he couldn't help doing at this point, to know some had escaped, smeared across the seat of his diaper, ready to betray him when Beth checked him next... And the rest wasn't far behind. Frantic, he tried again to push the pacifier out, this time from the inside, with his tongue, with the same result as before; he looked around the crib for something to throw against the door to try to get Beth's attention, but there was nothing. He was trapped, gagged, and totally at the mercy of the fairies, his bear that they'd turned against him, and his own body.

He heard a rumbling deep inside himself, and then it was over. He grunted, apple juice pouring into his gullet as his tummy contracted, forcing wave after wave of mush out into his pants. He felt the goo sliding into his diaper, squishing all around his skin as he squatted there, unable to move, filling up every available space before starting to push the garment outwards, expanding it like a balloon. It just kept coming, and coming... Only then did he remember that he hadn't pooped since they'd arrived here, and only now did he very much regret that.

Finally, when he thought it was over, his overworked bladder - having been inundated with more juice every time during the ordeal that he made an involuntary sound - let go as well, making the load in his pants even squishier and more disgusting. He'd done a lot of immature, mortifying things in the past couple days, but this one easily took the cake.

He stood there in the crib, stunned, tears in his eyes yet again, although this time, he felt they were warranted... He'd just thoroughly filled his diaper, like a baby... There was no way Beth would be letting him back into Pull-Ups that day, or, likely, even that week, and he could definitely kiss the thought of anything more mature than those goodbye until they finally got out of this place and back to the real world.