The Most Magical Place on Earth - Chapter 15 (Patreon)

Paul looked up, dazed, as he felt the rocking unicorn between his legs begin to shift and transform, knowing exactly what that meant. Was it time for Beth to come back already? It didn't seem like it... Though, to be fair, it was easy to lose track of just how long he'd been there, with his babysitter.

As always, after a brief morning in the park, with a couple baby rides, at best, he'd gotten his lunch, been brought home, and tucked into his crib until his babysitter, with her beautiful, spotless, white dress, came to wake him up. If he was a good boy, and used his diaper before she got there, he'd get a special treat... Not that he really had much of a choice, since he woke up wet whenever he was out for more than a couple minutes.

He never really got to see her transform; she'd simply be leading him to the living room, holding the bedroom door open for him, and once he stepped over the threshold, there it would be, an intricately carved rocking horse, with a glistening, white horn, just waiting for him. He'd never had the chance to ride it in a dry diaper, but in a wet one, it felt just as good as his encounter with her in her human form.

Messy, on the other hand... That was truly mindblowing. As horrifyingly shameful as it was to think about, and as disgusting as it was, wilfully pooping his pants, once he was there, on her saddle, it was worth it. He'd never felt anything like it... No matter how much he wanted to prove he didn't need these diapers, to be allowed to use a toilet again, like the adult he knew he was, he couldn't help exercising what little control he had left to make sure he waited until naptime to fill his Pampers. Any earlier, and Beth might change him, and he was genuinely sleeping later and later, so there was a chance his sitter would wake him before he could get up himself and have the chance to prepare for her.

In a flash, he was no longer on his rocking horse, despite his last ride not quite having finished, and, instead, was in the sitter's arms, red-faced, panting, squirming in his squishy diaper, pouting and wordlessly begging through his pacifier for her to let him stay on for just a bit longer. Instead, she giggled at him, laying him down on his changing pad, and began to clean him up, just as Beth and Will came in.

"Pee-yew," Will teased. "Somebody's messy again!"

"It's like she knows when you're coming back," the sitter claimed. "Don't worry, I'll have her cleaned up in no time!"

She was very good at her job, quickly and easily taking care of him mess, despite how smushed it had gotten in his ride, and taping him up into a fresh diaper before kissing him on the forehead and saying goodbye. Paul, wriggling in frustration at his interrupted fun, watched her go, knowing that, the next time he turned back to the corner, the unicorn statue would be back there... Although, from experience, he was aware that it wouldn't be the same now, not at all.

Will and Beth's return always signalled a quick supper and then bedtime, for him to toss and turn in his crib, guarded by his teddy, while he listened to the two of them in the next room, so he was surprised when Beth asked, "What do you want to swear, sweetie?"

"Wear?" Paul frowned, looking down at his PJ shirt and diaper, the same thing he'd been put down for his nap in, and what he'd fully expected to spend the night in as well.

"You can't go out like that," Beth chuckled. "It'll be dark, but not that dark!"

"Huh?" Paul still wasn't getting it, so Beth took his hand, leading him into the nursery, transforming as she stepped inside. At this point, it was hard to care too much... Beth was already far taller than him, and very much in charge, so the magic of her growing even bigger barely even registered anymore - he always saw her like this, whether she physically was or not.

"We'll go with this," she announced, no longer even bothering to phrase it like a question as she pulled out a white shirt with a Peter Pan collar, "and this can go over it!" With her other hand, she held up a short, pink pinafore. "You'll look adorable!"

It was true; he did. Paul was used to being told that by now, as he toddled through the parks in the mornings, and, as he was dressed, he could see that it would certainly happen again now. The pinafore was short, enough to leave his diaper peeking out, along with the pink of his sore bottom, from the spanking he'd gotten from Will the night before. He always found some reason to punish Paul, as if to prove he was still the adult here, as if there could be any question about that.

"But where are we going?" Paul asked, once he was dressed.

"I know it's late," Beth told him, "but I thought you should get to see the fireworks one more time before we go."

"Go?" Paul blinked. 

"We can't stay here forever," Beth smiled. "We have to go home tomorrow, remember?"

He didn't; time was hard to keep track of, spending so much time in this room... And apparently not just how late in the day it had gotten. Despite himself, he felt a pang of remorse. Despite his strange, humiliating transformation, despite every awful, mortifying thing he'd been through here, despite having spent the last who knew how many nights having to listen to someone else make love to his girlfriend while stuck in a crib, in diapers, he couldn't help thinking he was going to miss this place.

And not just his time with the sitter, although he couldn't help wondering, in the back of his mind, if he'd ever feel anything as incredible as that again. Before they'd gotten here, and everything had gone crazy, Beth had been so excited to show him all of the park, and he'd been anxious to see it, if not for himself - although there was some of that, too - for Beth, so she could re-experience all of this from her childhood, with him as a fresh pair of eyes. Sure, they'd seen quite a bit, but there was no way they'd made it through all of her planned schedule, not when he'd had to spend so long back at the room.  Hopefully Beth at least had seen everything she wanted...

If not, there wasn't much that could be done about it now. At first, Paul trailed behind them, struggling to keep up with their adult legs as he toddled along, holding Beth's hand, his teddy clutched in his other arm, but, eventually, Will bent down and scooped him up, carrying him out to the shuttle, and into the park to watch the parade. 

Paul had been so sure this would be a great trip, that they'd love it... He'd wanted to make it an annual thing, something they did every year on their anniversary, though now he was glad he hadn't mentioned that to her before they left. He'd imagined himself here, sitting on a bench in the dark next to her on this final night, the fireworks exploding over them in showers of light, and leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Wanna do this again next year?"

Now, most of that was still happening... He was on a bench with her, though she had set him on her lap; the fireworks were going off, tracing shapes of stars and Mickey Mouse heads in the sky for just a moment before fading; this was, apparently, the last night. But it was Will saying things to her, too quietly for Paul to make out over the explosions overhead... From the look on her face, he was probably glad he couldn't hear, although he had a feeling he was in for a long night once they got back to the hotel, if he didn't get lucky and fall asleep on the ride back after this late trip.

Instead of thinking of next year, now he was worrying about the next day, the next week... How long was it going to take for this spell to wear off? It probably wouldn't be instant, but would it take the length of the plane ride? Longer? And, even once it was over, just like Will had taunted him, how long would it take before he - and Beth, for that matter - could see himself as an adult man again?

It was going to be a long, bumpy road... And what was going to happen to their relationship? Would she want to keep going out with him, after being, essentially, his Mommy for this much time? Would he want to keep going out with her?! She was gorgeous, yes, and he loved her, and she hadn't known about that room's magic, so it wasn't really her fault... But these last few nights had been pretty rough. He knew he shouldn't blame her, since she hadn't even known she was dating anyone, much less him, when she'd started sleeping with Will... But that did very little to alleviate the sting.

In the end, however, there wasn't anything he could do about any of that now, so, as best he could, he cleared his mind, settling into Beth's lap, his diaper crinkling damply beneath him, and stared up at the fireworks until, finally, they stopped, winking away into the darkness, officially ending his last night at Disney World.

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Paul didn't remember when their flight was; it had been a lifetime ago when he'd booked it. Part of him thought he'd paid a little extra so they wouldn't have to worry about getting up extra early, but he couldn't be certain anymore.

Either way, it was, indeed, quite early when Beth came in to wake him the next morning. Since Paul's luggage had never shown up, packing was easy, although Will had given them permission to take a few things from the closet, getting Paul a Princess Sofia backpack to put them in. It was mostly a diaper bag, at this point, but a few outfits had been tucked away inside - Paul had, of course, not been consulted on which ones - in case there were any leaks on the trip home.

Beth put the backpack on Paul, grabbed her own suitcase, and led him down to the lobby, Paul yawning, dragging his teddy bear beside him. It was like a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders, knowing he was leaving behind that room, those fairies, all of it, for the last time. He might miss the unicorn, sure, but that wasn't worth putting up with the rest of it... Probably. To his surprise, they dropped their luggage off at the front desk and grabbed food from the breakfast nook, then headed outside. "What about our stuff?" he asked, pointing back at it as they went through the door.

"We're not done yet," she told him. "We still have one more thing to do."

They got on the first shuttle back to the park, and went to the Magic Kingdom, Beth leading him right to Main Street, refusing to tell him what she had planned. They went to the Town Square Theater, Paul almost having trouble keeping up as they wound through the ornate pillars, through a door. It was set up for a long line, with plenty of velvet ropes marking off a potential queue, but they were the first ones there.

A worker smilingly told them to go through yet another door, and, on the other side of that one, the facade of an old timey theater completely vanished, the gold wallpaper replaced with fake green foliage. Paul was confused at first, seeing a few, tiny lights sparkling here and there, unsure what it was all meant to be, until they turned a corner and he spotted some oversized blades of grass, the lights on the walls now starting to form lines, leading them on their way - not that there was anywhere else for them to go.

He was sure he knew where they were heading now, his heart thumping as they got closer. "D-Do we have to?" he asked, pausing for a moment.

"You don't have to be scared," Beth smiled at him. "It'll be fun, I promise!"

Another worked ushered them through another door, the hallway turning into more of a tunnel, with more giant blades of grass, and columns running up the wall, covered with green, twinkling lights. They reached the end, but, to Paul's surprise, there didn't seem to be another door, just another teenager waiting for them. The worker bent down in front of Paul. "All right, are you excited?" 

Paul glanced up at Beth, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but more cognizant than ever that this was all about to end, that, eventually, things would be back to normal. Should he try to resist, to give her something to look back on, to see that he hadn't simply given up and taken on this persona of a toddler?

"She's just nervous," Beth spoke up instead.

"Well, that's okay," the girl told Paul. "But I need you to do one thing for me... I need you to say, 'Pixie dust'. Can you do that for me?"

"Go on," Beth urged.

Paul looked at the walls around him, hugging his stuffed bear closer, very aware of the costume it was wearing. He didn't want to do it, but eventually, more people were going to show up, and it was probably best to get this over with before they caught up to them. Besides, the longer he spent here, the more time there would be before they left this place, and the magic started to wear off.

"Pixie dust," he mumbled, defeated.

"What was that?" the worker asked, far too enthusiastic for this time in the morning. "Could you say it one more time?"

"Pixie dust," he repeated. 

The lights in the foliage around the door brightened, bathing the hall in twinkling, white light as a magical sound effect played over the speakers. At last, the worker stepped to one side, pushing in on the wall, making it swing forward as Paul realized there was a door after all, just painted to blend in with everything else.

And there, on the other side, surrounded by giant, fake flowers, and bookshelves filled with props made to look like huge necklaces and keys, was Tinkerbell. It wasn't really her, of course - the statues in their room that had come alive to torment him were closer to the real thing than this - but he couldn't help but feel anxious at the sight of her. The whole experience had been designed to make him feel like he'd been shrunk down to visit her, and, despite knowing better, he had to admit it had worked.

"Hello, there!" Tinkerbell smiled down at Paul. "It's so nice to meet you!"

Paul stared up at her, blushing. "You're her favorite," Beth spoke up.

"I can see that," Tinkerbell giggled, pointing at the teddy bear. Somehow, despite not being the real Tinkerbell, or a real fairy at all, her laugh still sounded like it had in the nursery, like a tiny bell, rather than a regular laugh... But that was probably just his imagination. "What's your name?"

Paul stared up at her, gulping. Real or not, she still represented the thing that had turned him into this, had stripped away his maturity, his manhood, any shred of dignity or adulthood he had... "P-Paul," he told her, as firmly as he could manage.

"E," Beth added. "It's Polly, isn't that right, sweetie?"

Paul glanced back at her, a pout forming on his face at having his moment of defiance interrupted, and, frankly, destroyed. She looked so happy, though, so thrilled for him to be able to do this... Thinking back to the past night, how he'd wanted to let Beth see the park again through him experiencing it for the first time, he had to admit there was no way she'd have been as excited to see the real him do anything as she clearly was to see 'Polly' meet Tinkerbell.

This was it... There wasn't going to be time for anything else after this, most likely, so this would be their last memory here in the park. Did he really want to ruin it for her by causing a scene?

No... Even after everything, he didn't. "Yeah," he sighed. "Polly."

"That's right," Tinkerbell giggled again. "It's so nice to meet you, Polly." She reached up onto one of the shelves, reaching into a bag, then flung a handful of glitter into the air, letting it rain down on Paul, as he squirmed, feeling strangely uncomfortable. "Do you want to be friends?"

Epilogue

Paul blinked, vision suddenly returning as he woke. The first thing he did was look down at himself, unable to suppress a sigh at the sight of his still chubby, stubby legs, diaper still not quite fully hidden by the frilly skirt of his dress. 

"Have a nice nap?" Beth asked, smiling. "I was just looking at some pictures. Do you want to see?"

Paul shrugged, but laid his head on Beth's arm anyway. There wasn't anything else to do - he wasn't quite tall enough to see out the airplane's window, and he refused to color in the book the stewardess had given him out of principle, now that he was free from the hotel room for good.

Beth moved her tablet, giving Paul a better look as she restarted her slideshow. It started with that morning, with Paul, hugging his teddy bear in its little Tinkerbell dress, while a girl dressed like Tinkerbell hugged him, then moved backwards. There were a lot of shots of Beth and Will, or Beth on her own, almost making him regret agreeing to look. 

There were some of him, too, from the mornings before he was taken back to nap, and he couldn't help seeing why so many people had stopped to tell him how cute he was. The outfits from the room, while undeniably childish, and girly, were truly adorable, and even seeing how obvious his diaper was added a bit of charm, although he had a feeling he would appreciate it more in the future, once he was back to normal.

It turned out that there were more pictures of him as a little girl than he'd expected. As Beth kept flicking back, stopping to remind Paul of what had happened when they were taking it, which ride they were on, Paul began to wonder just how far back the transformation had started. He'd thought, for sure, he'd still been a little bigger when he rode that ride, that he wasn't quite a toddler yet when they'd been on this one, but there he was, in all of them, looking exactly the same as he did now, at least until he got to the ones where he was in Pull-Ups.

His memory was shaky, though, so he didn't worry too much until he saw himself with the princesses. That, he knew for sure, was the first day, the first thing they'd done at the park... He'd been in the nursery, sure, but very briefly... He hadn't seen any of the fairy statues move, hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary, hadn't even heard them laugh...

But, sure enough, he was still a girl in those pictures, still tiny, and helpless, though clearly not back in diapers yet. He frowned, trying to convince himself they'd gone back, gotten those same pictures again after the transformation, that he was wrong... Had the magic somehow changed those pictures, too? Would they change back when he did?

Or... Was this something different? He fidgeted, looking away from the screen, at himself again. There hadn't been any change yet, at all... He wasn't any older, any more masculine... They'd spent a good amount of time at the airport, and the flight had been going for a little while before he'd fallen asleep...

He spotted a speck of glitter from that morning on his arm, reaching over to pick it off, but, as soon as he touched it, it vanished. It wasn't on his arm, or the finger he'd touched it with, or, seemingly, anywhere else. His skin crawled as he looked away, back towards the tablet, where Beth had kept going, moving further and further back, to the airport on their flight to Florida, them getting ready the morning before...

His eyes filled with tears as he saw them, enough that Beth put down the tablet, gently asking, "Are you all right?" before thinking to check him. "Oh, of course... I should have known better. Come on, let's get you a dry diaper."

In every single one on the photos, there was no sign of Paul; it was all Polly. Paul froze, his stomach churning as his mind replayed the sound of that girl in the Tinkerbell costume's laughter, thinking about just how similar it really had been to the giggling of the fairies in the nursery. He'd been so sure it was all just a show, nothing more... He'd agreed, given in, let himself be called Polly, and fawned over like a real little girl.

Any doubt in his mind, any hope that he was just being silly and pessimistic to worry about this as Beth led him through the airplane, his fresh diaper in the other hand, on display for anyone to see, was washed away when they got back to Beth's place, and she led him to what should have been her spare room. There, instead, was a nursery, complete with crib, a closet bursting at the seams with clothes very similar to the ones from the hotel, a changing table stocked with diapers and training pants, decorated with Polly's supposed favorite character.

Beth assumed Paul's tears were from having to come home after such a 'fun' vacation, comforting him as well as she could before tucking him into his crib. As she headed for the door, flipping on the nightlight as she went, her phone began to ring. "Oh, hi, Will," she giggled. "Yes, we made it back all right. Polly's just a little sad it's all over, but I promised her we'd go back just as soon as we could. Now... When are you coming to visit us here?" Paul watched helplessly as Beth turned off his light, closing the door behind her, muffling her words enough that he couldn't quite make them out, although he could still hear her laughter every now and then. 

As he laid there, squirming in the thick, overnight diaper he knew he was going to wind up using, however, he could hear other laughter, much louder, yet, at the same time, softer, like the tinkling of a bell. At first, he thought it was just in his mind, echoing from his memories of that other nursery, or that morning... But, then, through the faint light of the nightlight, he was sure he saw the shapes of the fairies on his wallpaper beginning to move.

He turned away, sucking anxiously on his pacifier, reaching for his teddy bear, not caring if it was dressed like the enemy, just wanting something to comfort him. He felt nothing, at first, then something large and fuzzy gently patted him on the padded backside.

He squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look, not wanting to see the bear turned giant, watching over him to keep him in line, not wanting to see the fairies buzzing around, mocking him, all just like it had been at the hotel, wanting to believe that he was wrong, that the magic hadn't followed him home, that he was going to wake up the next morning in his own bed, one without bars and a plastic sheet, totally dry, a grown man, like he was meant to be...

The nursery at the hotel had some sort of spell over it, definitely, and it had been very strong... But Disney World was the most magical place on Earth. And now, huddled up in his crib, trying to ignore everything, no matter how loud, and real, it felt all around him, Paul couldn't help but worry he'd fallen victim to that magic, too... And that, unlike the nursery's magic, there would be no coming back from this.

The End