The Booties (Patreon)

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"Oh, yeah, they're definitely almost done," Candace nodded, suddenly becoming very interested in her drink. "You know, just have to put the finishing touches on them and all..."

She squirmed in her seat, feeling her friend's eyes on her, knowing the other girl knew her nearly as well as she knew herself, wondering if she could detect her lie. "Well, time is running out," Mallory finally declared, giving her belly a light rub. "I want her to be able to wear her Aunty Candy's gift as long as possible!"

"Y-Yeah," Candace chuckled, intentionally letting the nickname slide. She hated it, thought it sounded like a stripper name, but it was better not to get into an argument right now. That was part of the reason she'd gotten herself into this whole mess... She and Mallory had been best friends for ages, and, normally, Candace loved hanging out with her... Until she got pregnant. 

Almost instantly, the other girl seemed to change. She was so much more concerned with eating healthy, and taking a bunch of childcare classes, and just preparing to be a mom. If Candace was being honest with herself, she knew it was a good thing, but it was so fast... She hadn't even had any warning before her bestie vanished, leaving her nobody to do all the things they usually did together with. A few months ago, Candace had pointed it out when Mallory asked why she was in such a bad mood all the time lately, and they'd gotten into a fight over it, fueled, Candace assumed, by her friend's pregnancy hormones.

In the end, Candace had realized there wasn't anything she could do about those, not until Mallory popped the kid out, and she could pass off looking after it, at least part of the time, to her husband, or a babysitter. "I'm sorry," she'd lied, hoping to preserve their friendship long enough to get to that point, "I understand. We're getting older, and things change... We can't go out and party anymore. I get it. I took up crocheting so I'd have something else to do!"

It was meant as a joke, really, a final jab at Mallory, even in the midst of her 'apology'. Her friend didn't seem to get it, however. "Oh, that's great!" she'd said. "You have to make something for the baby!"

Candace probably should have ended it there, but she didn't feel like pointing out that she hadn't been serious, just trying to make Mallory see what a lame old woman she was acting like. "Sure," she'd replied instead. "I'll make some booties or something."

And now, the baby was almost due, and Candace still had no idea how to even start crocheting something. It was too late to tell the truth now, or try to learn... She needed something quick. So, of course, she turned to the Internet. There were plenty of places she could find crocheted booties, but she wanted to make sure they were actually hand-made, and not just made to look that way, and that they'd make it look as if she knew what she was doing. Only the best would do.

Not really knowing what to look for, Candace assumed 'best' translated to 'most expensive', and went with those. When they arrived, though, they were huge... Far bigger than anything for a baby needed to be. The seller had asked for the age, and Candace had bumped it up a little, thinking they'd last longer if they weren't sized for a newborn, but these were big enough to fit her!

"What the hell am I going to do with these?!" she grumbled, wishing she hadn't already texted Mallory, told her to come pick them up. She threw them into her washer, hoping that would shrink them, but, even after they'd made it through the dryer's cycle, they were the same size. "Seriously?!" she rolled her eyes, looking at them. "Stupid seller..." She was going to leave the worst feedback for them... In fact, to drive home how oversized they were, she was going to take a picture of her own feet in them.

Or so she thought. As soon as she slid them onto her feet, she could tell something was wrong. "H-Hey!" she squealed, feeling a sudden breeze, glancing down at herself to see she was completely naked... Except for one thing, something she definitely hadn't been wearing a moment ago. "Wh-What ib bah?" She'd started to reach down, to give that garment a touch, only to reach upwards instead as her words quickly dissolved into nonsense babble. By the time her fingers brushed her lips, there was something else there, a circle of plastic, with a ring dangling down from it.

A pacifier. She gasped, looking down at her 'outfit' and touching the pacifier again, putting it all together. She was turning into a baby! The age she'd told the seller wasn't the age the booties were for... It was the age she was going to become when this was all over! If that happened, she was going to be completely helpless! 

Frantically, she reached for the booties, stomach churning when she saw the diaper - her diaper - discoloring, realized she was wetting herself without having noticed until she spotted it visually. She mumbled what should have been curses into her paci, only for them to come out as more babbling. The booties refused to budge, no matter how hard she tugged, or how she lifted up her foot to reposition it, to try again, knowing that, to anyone else, it was just going to look like she was any other baby, playing with her feet, rather than a grown woman fighting, and failing, to preserve her maturity.

In her position - on her back, feet up - she had a good view of the damp crotch of her diaper, which allowed her to see the lump starting to form in it, growing slowly as she helplessly pooped her pants. She had just enough of her adulthood left to blush when Mallory walked in on her... And then, all Baby Candy could do was suck on her paci and sniffle, hoping Mommy had a fresh diapie to change her into after her stinky accident.