The Most Magical Place on Earth - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

Paul wasn't sure how he managed to fall asleep, but, sure enough, eventually he laid down on his stomach and drifted off, only to be woken up what seemed like moments later by the clattering of feet. It took him a few seconds to remember everything, helped along by the cool, mushy sensation against his backside as he squirmed to see what had interrupted his rest.

"Ah, you're up, good!" Beth declared, before Paul could even try to disguise that fact. He blushed, finally seeing her, peeking her head out from the closet. Even from that tiny look at her, he could tell the magic of the room was working on her, and she was back to her taller, more buxom self. "How is your diaper, sweetie?"

Paul gulped. What should he do? The last thing he wanted was to admit to what had actually happened, but surely she'd find out anyway.... There was no way he could hide this! He squirmed in his crib, nearly gagging as the mass in his pants shifted and squelched, as if confirming that he was going to have to deal with that, and soon.

"I-It's okay..." he lied. He wasn't entirely sure why he did it, other than shame, not that he needed much more of a justification than that. He couldn't tell his girlfriend he'd done that, he just couldn't... If she'd just get out of the room, then maybe he could change himself, and she'd never have to know! He just needed her to leave.

"Oh, really?" Beth stomped out of the closet, clutching a short, bright yellow, dress, all ribbons and lace, about as girly, and childish, a garment as Paul had ever seen. She draped it over the top of the closet door, storming over to the crib, bending down, her magically enhanced shape giving him a hefty dose of cleavage to stare at as he gulped and tried to wiggle away, and planting one hand roughly against the seat of his diaper. "Just as I thought!" she said, making him fidget even more than the feeling of his mess being pressed against his crotch. "I smelled it as soon as I came into this room, but I thought maybe you would be a big girl and tell me the truth... I guess not."

"I-I... Umm..." Paul stammered, silently cursing himself. He should have known better... Right now, he couldn't talk Beth into or out of anything, even when they weren't in this room; here, he might as well be an actual toddler going up against an adult. 

Beth sighed, bending down and plucking him out of the crib, setting him down on his droopy diaper on the changing table. He whimpered, the mush in his pants somehow finding new cracks and crevices to creep into as he was lowered onto it, then was pushed onto his back. 

"P-Please, no..." he whined, seeing Beth reach for another diaper, rather than Pull-Ups, even though he'd known all along that was what this accident was going to mean. 

Beth shook her head. "I should have done this yesterday," she told him harshly, untaping his current, full diaper and wiping down his smooth crotch before expertly pulling it out and slipping the new one into its place. "I thought for sure you'd be ready this time, but potty training is still far too advanced for you; I guess it's my fault for thinking you could handle it and Disney at the same time."

"I-I can!" Paul protested. "I-I am potty trained! I've just..." He stopped when Beth gave him a pointed look, lifting the diaper she'd just bundled up. "I-It's this room!" he told her. "I just... When I'm in here, I... I can't..."

"Then what happened at the park?" she asked. "You weren't in the room when you wet yourself there, were you?" He had to shake his head. "And were you in there when you didn't ask me to use the potty before you went down for your nap?" The correct answer was, of course, partially yes, especially since he'd been 'helped' along by those suppositories, though he knew it was also mostly no - and that story would just sound ridiculous to Beth, making him sound like a silly kid making excuses - so he shook his head again. "That's what I thought," Beth nodded. "I'm sorry, Polly, but I'm afraid there'll be no more Pull-Ups until we get back home... And maybe not for a while after."

"B-But..." Paul sniffled. Really, what he wanted was actual underwear, but after having spent some time in these diapers, he knew that even training pants were a big step up, and certainly preferable.

"No," she cut him off. "I don't want to hear any arguments about this, little lady. It's going to be easier for everyone for you to just stay in diapers for the rest of the trip." She quickly, expertly, taped the new diaper into place, then patted the front of Paul's padded prison. "Get up!"

Paul felt sick to his stomach as he carefully climbed to his feet, feeling truly infantile next to Beth's towering form, even before she handed him the used diaper and said, "Go throw this away."

Obediently - if only because he didn't want to hold it any longer than he had to - he toddled over to the diaper genie and deposited the stinky bundle inside. By the time he was done, Beth was back behind him, leaning down, holding something open at his feet. "Come on, step in," she told him, after he stared at her blankly for a few seconds.

"What..?" he started to ask, only for her to impatiently grab one of his legs, lift it, and set it inside, followed, after a very brief break for him to regain his balance, the other foot. Then, she tugged the thing up his legs and over his diaper, letting it snap into place. They were thin, clinging to his legs and squeezing the diaper closer to him, coloring his legs white. Beth followed it up with the dress she'd hung over the door, then messed with his hair for a bit before having him step into a pair of shiny, pink Mary Janes.

"I'm going to go get ready," Beth told him, "I want to leave in a few minutes."

He nodded, dumbstruck, and watched her go before creeping over to the mirror. He didn't really want to see himself, but, at the same time, he almost couldn't help his curiosity. There, in the reflection, stood a toddler, no doubt about it. Her hair was pulled into twin ponytails, her dress was adorable - for a very small child - but did very little to hide her diaper, and her tights, he saw after moving around a little, had rows of ruffles across the butt, which were only emphasized by the bulk of what was underneath.

"Polly!" Beth called. Her voice wasn't quite as loud or stern as it had been when she was inside the room, but Paul didn't want to do anything to encourage her to come back inside, so, despite the humiliating outfit, he scrambled out into the master bedroom.

Almost as soon as he crossed the threshold, he could tell something was different. Or, rather, not enough was different... Usually, there was a big change when he crossed back into the 'real world', but this time, that sensation wasn't nearly as pronounced. He shook his head, feeling his ponytails still in place, despite his hair usually being much shorter out of the room; something else was wrong, too, though he couldn't quite place it as he slowly walked over to Beth.

"Come on, let's go," Beth said, holding her hand out. 

"I-I don't know..." Paul squirmed nervously. He didn't like this at all... There was now, he realized, no trace of the outside world to his outfit. Everything, from his diaper to his shoes, had come from that room, and none of it looked like it should belong to a little boy, much less the man he had been when he first came to this place. 

"Don't you worry," Beth smiled down at him. "Everybody at the park sees so many people every day... They'll never remember you were the one with wet pants earlier."

Paul hadn't even been thinking of that, although now he was... Beth was probably right about the workers at the park, but what about those at the hotel?! They could have seen him leave that morning, looking fairly normal, only to return in a wet skirt with a diaper underneath, and come back down from the room looking like this... If nothing else, he was positive Will would have noticed.

"Come on, there's still time to have some more fun," Beth promised, reaching down to take his hand, pulling him out of the room, through the hotel, and out to the shuttle. Every step, Paul was more and more certain something felt different, wrong, even beyond how much shorter his step was than it had used to be.

It wasn't until he was sitting on the shuttle, being jostled about by the constant motion, that it dawned on him what it might be. He wriggled in his seat, glancing up at Beth, waiting for her to look at the window before sneaking his hands over to his lap, pressing down on the front of the diaper as hard as he could. It was hard to tell anything through the padding, unfortunately, and he had to quickly move his hands as Beth turned back to him, but he became more and more certain that he knew what had happened...

They went back to Hollywood Studios, Beth leading him to the line for the Tomorrowland Speedway. After everything else that had happened that day, he was just glad it wasn't something overly girly, although, as they stood in line, he became more and more self-conscious that everyone behind him was staring at his bulky, ruffly backside, as well as more and more obsessed with finding out if his suspicion was correct.

Neither of those, it turned out, should have been his main cause for concern. The line was almost absurdly long, and, before they even got close to the front, he could feel his bladder begin to ache. For a few minutes, he fought to hold it, looking around, desperate to find a bathroom nearby they could sneak away to without losing their place and being shunted back even further. There, of course, weren't any, and even if there had been, he wasn't sure if Beth would have taken him, since she'd packed him several changes, and seemed quite adamant that he would be staying in diapers the rest of the trip, so, finally, he gave in, dribbling into his pants, feeling the padding swell up, and growing more and more certain that he was right about what had happened, no matter how much he wanted, in this case, to be wrong.

As they got closer to the start of the line, he could see children being measured, but he didn't give it a second thought; that was pretty normal for an amusement park, after all, and he had other things on his mind.

"Are you riding with her?" the attendant asked Beth, who nodded before Paul was allowed to climb into the car, Beth sliding into the seat next to him. Paul barely paid attention to any of that, or the spiel at the start of the ride, but then they were off, the car lurching into motion as he stepped on the gas pedal... Very, very slowly.

"Come on," Beth urged, "you have to steer!" 

Paul stared at the steering wheel in front of him, almost rolling his eyes as he put his hands up on it. He'd seen the tracks the car was running on, so he had no doubt that his input would be mostly useless, but, thanks to Beth's urging, he still played along with it - he was already in the car, anyway, so he might as well try to have fun. The ride was longer than he had expected, no doubt helped along by the minimal speed, even when he stepped on the accelerator as hard as he could.

"Great job!" Beth complimented as they got off, giving him a hug. "You're going to be a great driver one day!"

Paul bit back the declaration that he had been driving for years, and that, even if he hadn't, this was hardly actual driving, considering there was no chance of him hitting anything, or going off his track, just deciding to play along for now. Beth clearly didn't remember that he was just as old as she was - emphasized by her giving his diaper a quick check right there, in front of the rest of the riders filing out of their own cars - and this wasn't the place to try to remind her.

"Wet already... Aren't you glad I kept you in those?" Paul wasn't, but this also wasn't the place to have that argument, so he sulked, took her hand, and let her lead him away. 

The bathroom, it turned out, wasn't all that far away after all, though they definitely would have lost their place in line if they'd gone to it. Beth didn't ask why he hadn't asked for it, or berate him for acting immature, which was nice, for a moment, until he realized that just meant she expected this from him now... She genuinely thought of him as a toddler, and didn't expect anything more from him than that.

"All right, let's get you nice and dry!" Beth exclaimed, laying him down on the changing table and shimmying the tights over his diaper. He stared down at it, cheeks red, surprised to see just how big of a wet spot there was, even just looking from the outside... He'd thought it was just a little bit, a trickle, but clearly he had been mistaken. Maybe it really was a good thing he'd been in a diaper instead of a Pull-Up, or he might have leaked again...

He winced as Beth untaped the diaper, chewing nervously on his bottom lip, looking away as she pulled it open. He was afraid to look, not wanting to see what was there if he was right about what the magic had done to him this time. He flinched as he felt the cool baby wipes against his crotch, knowing that it didn't feel the same as it had in the past, that something was definitely wrong...

His bottom was lifted, and he felt the old diaper being tugged away, the new one replacing it even before he was lowered. Even out of the nursery, Beth was quite skilled in changing diapers, and, in what felt like seconds, she had him powdered up and ready to go. 

No matter how little he wanted to, he knew he had to look; this might be his last chance until the next change, and he didn't want to be wondering about it the whole time. Even if he was probably going to hate the answer, he still wanted to know what it was. Anxiously, he turned away from the side of the changing table, looking down at himself, staring over his tummy to his freshly powdered crotch.

Just as he'd feared, he saw there exactly what he had at his last change... The one in the nursery. In there, his penis had long ago withered away, magically turned into a vagina, to complete his transformation into a little girl. Outside, however, it had been slower - almost worse, in a way, seeing it gradually grow smaller and smaller - but it had finally happened.

Once he'd seen it, he couldn't look away as Beth pulled the diaper up over it, taping it in place, then pulling the tights into place. That was it... Beth had, for whatever reason, not been able to see it for a little while, either, and he doubted anyone else could have if he'd even tried to show them, but now, there was no physical evidence of his former life, no reason for anyone to believe he was Paul, Beth's loving boyfriend, who had brought her on this vacation, paying for it himself, rather than Polly, Beth's potty-training challenged daughter.

"Hey... It's okay," Beth told him, giving him a hug after sitting him up on the edge of the changing table. He hadn't even realized he was crying until then, though, once he noticed, he couldn't stop. "It was just an accident... And those don't even matter anymore, remember? You don't have to worry about any of that... You just concentrate on having fun, and we'll think about Pull-Ups and potties when we get home."

That was no comfort at all, though Beth's embrace did help. He wasn't sure how long they sat there before he calmed down and Beth helped him down, washing his hands and his face for him before leading him outside. "Hmm..." Beth mused as they wandered back out of the ride area. "Polly, do you remember when I asked you if you were ready to try a big roller coaster?"

Paul didn't, though he nodded anyway. "Yeah," he lied.

"Are you sure you're ready? This one is pretty scary... We can skip it if you aren't, and that would be okay," Beth knelt down in front of him, looking concerned.

There was no way Paul was going to say no to that. He'd had a thoroughly mortifying, emasculating day so far today, and, even though riding a roller coaster was hardly something he'd normally consider particularly impressive, at the moment it was about the best he could do to prove he wasn't actually a helpless little girl. 

Beth led him to the Rock 'n Roller Coaster, the sounds of Aerosmith blaring from the speakers as they waited. "Hey," Beth said as they passed a height measuring station, "do you want to go check that out?"

"No," Paul shook his head, rolling his eyes. He knew she was really just trying to make sure he was tall enough, even though that was ridiculous... He was over six feet tall, he was easily bigger than the 48 inches you had to be to get on this ride, no matter how much the magic of the nursery had affected him.

The line, as always, was long, but nowhere near as bad as the Speedway. He felt far more self-conscious in it, however, knowing it wasn't for little kids like the other ride had been, so he kept tugging at his skirt, trying to will the dress to grow long enough to fully hide the diaper underneath. He was positive somebody was going to notice it and call him out for being too immature to be there.

Sure enough, as they reached the front, the teenaged boy directing them to their cars pulled them aside, grabbed a stick, and held it up to the blushing Paul. "Sorry," he shrugged, though it seemed more like he was talking to Beth than Paul, "she's too short."

"I am not!" Paul spun around, blushing and stomping his foot. "I'm plenty big enough!"

The boy shrugged, holding the stick up again, tapping it against the floor. "You have to be this tall," he told her. Paul, annoyed, looked over at the stick, sure he should be taller than it, only to realize it did, indeed, stretch up over the top of his head.

"No, that's not right," Paul pouted, stretching up on his tiptoes. "See? I can do it!"

"Polly, come on, we can find another ride," Beth urged, trying to herd him away.

"No!" Paul growled, stomping his foot again. "I'm not a baby! I'm big enough to ride anything I want!"

"Polly..." Beth hissed.

"I wanna ride!" Paul whined. "I can do it! I can!" He grabbed for the measuring stick. "This is wrong! I'm tall! I am!" He knew he should be bigger than this scrawny teenager, and definitely stronger, but the kid easily kept ahold of the thing, no matter how hard Paul tugged on it.

"Polly, stop it right now!" Beth demanded.

"No!" Paul plopped to the floor on his padded bottom. "I wanna ride! I want to! I'm not a baby!" He almost didn't realize he was kicking his legs, or slamming his hands against the floor, but, considering how good it felt, he definitely didn't stop, even when he became fully aware of what was happening. 

"Sorry," the attendant shrugged uncertainly.

"No, I'm sorry," Beth replied. "I should have measured her before we got here... And I should have known she wasn't mature enough for this anyway. Come on, Polly." She grabbed for Paul's hand, but he wriggled away, flopping onto his stomach to continue his tantrum.

"All right, that's enough," Beth shook her head, hauling Paul to his feet. "Obviously, your nap wasn't nearly long enough... We're going back to the room, and you're getting a spanking, young lady!"

That warning finally stopped Paul, especially the volume with which it had been delivered. Tears still streaming down his cheeks, he looked around, realizing just how many people were staring at him, had seen him on the floor, his diaper almost definitely fully visible as he'd writhed there, who knew what Beth had just threatened him with.

"N-No!" he whimpered as she angrily led him away. "I-I'm sorry... I-It won't happen again..." He tried to tell himself that Beth wouldn't do it, that she'd never dream of spanking him... But, from the look on her face, he had a very bad feeling that he was in deep, deep trouble when they made it back to the hotel.