The Most Magical Place on Earth - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Paul was taken by surprise, though, thankfully, it wasn't because he got pounced on by the bear, or that he fell over; instead, his foot stepped out onto smooth tile, rather than crunchy, dead leaves. As soon as he realized that was what was happening, the forest around him vanished, and he was back in the hotel room, in the entrance, the front door in sight. He didn't hear the sound of ragged breathing, or of something else bigger, heavier, scarier tracking him, only the trickle of water into a bathtub in the next room.

If he wasn't standing, and on the other side of the room, he might have suspected he'd dreamed the whole thing, that none of it was real, but he was. He glanced over at the door, wondering if this was the best thing for him to do... If he wasn't careful, Beth would hear, and then he'd really be in trouble... If he could open it silently enough, however, then he might have a chance to get away from this hotel, and hope that would be enough to undo whatever magic had been done to him, so that he could go back to normal.

He was really counting on that... If distance wasn't enough to break the spell, he'd be in real trouble, out there on his own, looking for all the world like a little girl. He had no idea how old he was now, although he was pretty certain he wasn't a toddler anymore, which only made the diaper more embarrassing. He also very much hoped that leaving the hotel would let him take that off himself, even though, if the magic took some time to reverse, he might need them a bit longer.

This was going to worry Beth, definitely, but he hoped it would be the best thing for her, too, ultimately. He was sure she'd go looking for him, and, if he was lucky, the further she got from the hotel in her search, the more she'd remember how things were meant to be; he'd just have to make sure she didn't find him until everything - or at least most of it - had come back to her.

He let out a slow, tense sigh, and stepped over to the door, reaching up to carefully turn the knob and open it just a hair at a time. The running water would probably cover any noise it would make, barring something crazy happening, but he wanted to play it safe... If he got caught, Beth wasn't likely to give him another chance to try the same thing.

His heart began to pound as he caught a tiny glimpse of the hall outside, his view widening with every minuscule push, making it far harder to keep his movements in check. He still had a long way to go once he was out, sure, but it was a start... The one advantage of his new size was that the door didn't have to open nearly as much for him to slip out and reverse the process, slowly, cautiously shutting it behind him, wincing at the sound of the lock clicking into place, since he couldn't turn the handle from the outside.

Despite that possible hiccup, he'd done it. He was there, alone, in the hotel. He reminded himself not to get too excited, though, with the door between him and Beth, he felt safer letting himself move at a normal speed as he toddled towards the elevators, feeling free, a huge weight lifting off his now tiny shoulders.

His hand stopped before he could hit the call button, however, his mind cutting through the adrenaline, reminding him that those elevator doors led out into the lobby, and that they'd open automatically with a little chime as soon as they reached it. He didn't know if Will was still working now or not, but if he was, and he looked over to see who was coming out, Paul's plan would be thwarted instantly. And, if Will heard the elevator chime, and then didn't see anybody cross the lobby - because Paul just peeked out and then stayed inside - he'd probably get suspicious then, too.

Maybe this plan hadn't been as foolproof as he'd thought... He couldn't turn back now, though, not only because it was probably his only chance, but also because the door to his room was locked, and he'd never gotten a key, so he couldn't get back in. He'd have to try something else... 

His eyes searched the other doors until they found one with a window. He had to stand on his tiptoes to see through it, but, sure enough, when he did, he saw stairs on the other side, just as he'd hoped. The door was a lot harder to open than the room door had been, almost as if it was fighting against him and his freedom, and, for a long moment, he didn't think he was strong enough, as he was now, to do it; after one, final push, however, he managed to squeeze through.

He toddled over to the railing, staring down, then having to step back, almost dizzy as he saw how far down they went. Maybe he should have ridden the elevator down to a lower floor first... Then again, this was probably the best plan, anyway. He was a lot more likely to run into someone else on the elevator, and even if they weren't Will, they'd probably wonder why he was there alone, and would quite possibly turn him over to someone at the front desk to find his 'parents'.

It was a good thing he was going down instead of up, but despite that, his legs still started to feel tired after a couple flights. Everything was so much harder in this body, and with this huge diaper between his thighs... The steps all seemed so high, and he was scared he was going to trip and fall down them if he wasn't careful. 

He had to keep moving, though; Beth would discover he was gone any second now. She'd probably go check the nursery first, maybe take a little time looking around the rest of the hotel room, but it wouldn't take her long to figure out he'd left. She'd come looking for him herself, he was sure... She'd probably also call the front desk, and they'd send someone to search, too, and keep an eye on the exits. He needed to get down to the ground floor, make sure nobody was watching the stairway door, and sneak out before that happened, or else he'd have to find somewhere in the hotel to hide. He was little, so there were a lot more potential hiding spots, however he'd only ever spent time in the lobby and the room... He wasn't familiar with anywhere else in the building.

There was a lot he had to do, and, probably, not very much time to do it; as if that wasn't enough stress, while he caught his breath on one of the landings, he heard something. It was very soft, making him wonder if, perhaps, he was imagining it, but when he stood still, sure enough, there was a quiet shuffling echoing faintly. He couldn't tell, for sure, if it was coming from above or below, or even if it was another person... It almost sounded too quiet for that. There was no way it was Beth, if only because she wasn't calling for him, didn't sound like a panicked 'mother' looking for her 'daughter'.

What else could it be? His heart began to pound as one possibility occurred to him... It seemed ridiculous, certainly; so did everything that had happened to him in this place. Could it be the bear? Was it still stalking him, after all, even though he wasn't in the forest anymore? It wasn't as big as it had been in the woods, no, or it would be making a lot more noise... It could be regular size, however, padding along on its little, stuffed feet... 

Surely, even now, he could defend himself against a stuffed animal, but, if it was walking around outside of the room, who knew what else it could do? He'd hoped that magic only extended as far as the nursery, though that obviously wasn't true now... Who was to say that it stopped at the room's front door? If she really was hearing the bear, then clearly, it didn't, which gave him even more incentive to get out of the hotel, as well as making that task even more difficult.

Even if he had the energy to run, he didn't dare try it on these steps, with this diaper, but he began to hurry down them as fast as he could make himself go, while still feeling relatively safe. There was no point risking falling and breaking his leg... Not only would that ensure he'd get caught, it would definitely hamstring any future escape attempts.

He paused again at the next landing, panting and staring at the door leading out into the hallway. Stretching up as high as he could, he looked out, making sure the coast was clear, his hand resting on the door handle. The elevator was right there... He could go out, skip a few floors, and potentially throw his pursuer off. They definitely hear the door shut, but, if he was lucky, they wouldn't know which floor he'd stepped onto, and have to start searching them... If he was even luckier, they'd be doing that when he stepped back into the stairwell, too.

Turning the handle was easy enough; opening the door was a whole other story. He gasped as he yanked it, and it didn't budge at all, instead nearly causing him to pull himself into it. For a moment, he thought it was locked, except that the handle had twisted... He put both his hands on it and tried again, grunting with exertion, trying to force it open. At first, he thought if he could just get it open a little, he'd be able to slip through, but with as heavy as the door seemed to be, he didn't want to risk getting his leg caught in it if he was too slow...

"Do you need some help?"

Paul yelped, the door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut again. He spun, eyes wide, pressing his back to the door, fists up, as if he had enough strength behind them to hurt anyone. He'd heard the voice, obviously, so he'd known it probably wasn't the bear after all, though he still half expected to see it there; instead, it was a woman.

And what a woman it was... Paul loved Beth, and would never dream of cheating on her, but this woman was stunningly beautiful, taking his breath away even more than the fright of her sudden appearance. She was wearing a pure, white dress, one that left her pale cleavage and long, equally pale legs on perfect display, the hair cascading from her head, reaching far down her back, so blonde that it was nearly white. Despite his loyalty to Beth, Paul felt just a twinge of annoyance, knowing that she saw him as a little girl in a short dress, both his bulky, pink diapers and throbbing, pink bottom on display beneath it. It didn't help, at all, that his diapers was growing warm from his shock, or that he hadn't even realized it was happening until just then.

"What are you doing here on your own?" the woman asked, stepping a little closer.

Paul noticed two things then; one, that she was barefoot, the second that he was at the perfect angle to stare up her skirt at the pristine white panties underneath. He blushed, looking away instantly, feeling guilty to have even caught a glimpse of them, and even more aware of the damp diaper he had on himself. "I-I... Ummm..."

She bent down, giving him an eyeful of her chest, straining to escape her dress, as she giggled - a beautiful, natural sound, like the babbling of a gentle brook in the middle of a forest somewhere - and tapped him on the nose. There was something about her eyes that looked so familiar, though he couldn't quite place them... "Aren't you just the cutest? I could eat you up!"

He gasped again as she suddenly struck, long, wriggling fingers attacking his stomach. His feet had always been ticklish, although the transformation he'd been through had definitely made it worse; he never remembered his tummy being particularly sensitive to that. Apparently, the magic had changed that as well, though, as he instantly dissolved into giggles. The woman seemed to take that as encouragement, moving her fingers harder and faster, leaving him helpless to do anything but squirm and laugh... And, within moments, begin wetting his diaper again.

"I guess I'd better not, though," the woman finally said, once she stopped, leaving Paul gasping for breath, light-headed. "I bet your Mommy would get mad at me if I did... Speaking of which, why aren't you with her, sweetie?"

"Umm..." That was even more difficult to answer. How could he explain what had happened without sounding like a little kid with a big imagination? Given how he currently looked, and what had just transpired, it was impossible.

"Are you mad at her?" the woman asked. Paul nodded, glad for an out that didn't require him to form words on his own. "Did she try to make you go to bed earlier than you liked, or force you to take a yucky bath?" Paul bobbed his head again. "I know that can be tough, sweetie, but, I promise, Mommies always know best. I bet she's really worried about you..."

Paul knew where this was going... It had been inevitable, really. He shook his head. "N-No, she's busy with..." Even in this fantasy scenario, trying to build a reason to keep this stranger from returning him to his hotel room, he couldn't bear to call Will Beth's boyfriend, or anything else, so, instead, he mumbled, "Stuff...."

"Oh, are you feeling ignored?" the woman smiled. "You'll understand one day, when you're bigger, but grown-ups have a lot of things to take care of... They can't play with you all the time. That doesn't mean they don't love you, though." Before Paul could answer, she scooped him up, resting him on her hip, one hand firmly on his diapered bottom. "Now, come on, we'd better get you back to her." 

Paul blushed, his desire to stay away from the nursery briefly overridden by the humiliation of this gorgeous woman's fingers on his diaper, feeling the warm, squishy padding being pressed against his crotch, praying she couldn't feel it from the outside as well, only to have those hopes dashed. "My, my, someone's wet, aren't they?" she teased, bouncing him up and down.

"I-It was just a little accident..." Paul squirmed, helpless to do anything else.

"It's okay," she assured him. "Nobody expects you to keep your pants dry, not when you're so little, and in such big diapers... We all know you're just a baby..."

"N-No," he shook his head. "I-I'm not..."

"Oh, yes, you are," she told him, bouncing him again. This time, her fingers began to move, rubbing back and forth in a way that made him blush even harder. "Just a tiny, little baby..."

He stared up at her, wanting to tell her to stop, despite feeling himself trying to push his diaper harder into her hand, feeling another kind of wetness down there... "I-I'm..." he protested, panting again, furrowing his brow as he caught a glimpse of the lights in the stairwell shining through her hair, creating almost a rainbow, making him think, again, that there was something familiar about her.

"You're a baby," the woman repeated, rubbing harder, bouncing faster. "You love your big, thick diapers, don't you? You just can't help but use them... That's okay, though, that's what they're for... You're far too little for the potty, so you might as well have fun going in your pants instead, right?"

"N-No," he whined again. This couldn't be happening, not here, where anyone could step into the stairwell at any time, not now, while he was in this form, in a diaper - and a wet one, at that, not with such a beautiful person watching, and making him do it... In the middle of it all, it was hard to think straight, but even then, it was obvious she had to know something was up... 

There was no way she thought he was an actual child, not if she was doing this... Who was she?! How much did she know?! Did she know this was an adult man she was doing this to, bringing to the verge of orgasm in his wet diaper, while she told him over and over again that he was nothing but a helpless little baby?!

No matter how much he denied it, he truly did feel helpless... His last orgasm had happened in a diaper as well, but there had still been some semblance of his old life in him - at the very least, he'd still had his penis. What was happening now, feeling that warm, damp padding being pressed against him and his new anatomy, was completely new, and, as mortifying as it was, he couldn't stop the growing warm, tingly feeling inside himself, couldn't force his hips to stop moving, couldn't deny - no matter how much he wanted to, with every fiber of his being - that it felt better than any sex he could ever remember having...

And that was even before the toe-curling, mind-melting moment of orgasm itself. He slumped in her arms, worn out, but feeling incredibly satisfied, unable to speak, or move, or even think, as she carried him up the stairs. His brain had just barely begun to reconstitute itself from the mush it had become when they reached the door and she knocked on it; it wasn't until Beth opened it that he started to wonder how this woman had known which one to go to.

"I believe this little one belongs to you," the woman said, lowering Paul to the floor. He stumbled, nearly falling before catching himself, cheeks red as he stared down at Beth's feet. "She was out wandering around the hotel..."

"Polly!" Beth scolded. "What were you thinking?! I'm so sorry, I can't believe she would... I thought she knew better than to do that..."

"Oh, it's no problem," the woman smiled. "We had fun, didn't we?" Paul blushed even brighter. "You never know what kids will do... If you need anyone to look after her sometime, feel free to give me a call." She leaned down, kissing Paul on the forehead. 

"I might just do that," Beth nodded, pushing Paul towards the living room. "Go sit down, young lady... I'll deal with you later... Can I get your number?"

Paul stumbled away, feeling a silly grin spread across his face before he stopped it. Yes, that had felt amazing, but he couldn't let himself get pulled in by that... He had to resist all of that, to keep reminding himself that he was an adult, that he wanted to go back to being an adult, that no matter how great it had been, it wasn't worth giving up his adulthood... But, he was so worn out that he didn't even have the strength to climb up onto the couch, sinking to the floor instead, that smile returning despite his best efforts.

After a moment, he realized something was off... Something was different. For a moment, he worried that he'd shrunk again - that was certainly possible, but hard to tell for sure until Beth returned. That didn't seem like it, however... He was sure it was something else, something more tangible. Something was missing... He tried to concentrate on that, to give himself something else to think about, rather than what had just happened.

It didn't work, not until he heard the door shut, and the sound of Beth's footsteps approaching. He knew he was going to be in trouble, again... He did figure out what had changed, however, when he turned away from Beth, not ready to face her, and saw the rest of the living room again. Suddenly, it all made sense - or, at least, as much sense as anything in this place did. Those rainbows in the woman's hair, her familiar eyes... He understood it all now. 

What had been missing from the room, he now realized, was the unicorn sculpture; the reason he was able to sleuth that out was, now that the door had closed, it was back, except, rather than a regular, immobile statue, it was a rocking horse, shaped like that same, white unicorn. Despite knowing a punishment was coming, and contrary to everything he'd been trying to convince himself of mere moments before, all he could think about, in that moment, was how much he wanted to climb aboard and ride... He had a feeling it would be an awful lot of... fun... Especially if he'd used his diaper first, like a good little girl...