Come Play With Us - Part 3 (Patreon)

Commissioned by an anonymous Patron. Pictures property of ABDreams.

"Let's see," Fae mumbled out loud, staring up at the shelf. "I finished with all of you... And you, and you..."

One of the biggest challenges, it turned out, was just in keeping track of which of the bears she'd already played with, and which she hadn't, the toys providing no help whatsoever. They pretended they were nothing more than stuffed animals, that everything was perfectly normal... As if it were normal for a young woman like her, in her twenties, to be treated like a toddler.

At least, she thought, she'd made it up to toddler. She'd felt more like an infant for a very long time, with nobody even trying to let her get to the potty on time, forcing her to use her diapers for everything, always. Of course, her diet of baby food and formula had made it so she didn't always have much of a choice anyway... Especially at night, where, sure enough, she'd turned into quite the bedwetter.

That last part had, humiliatingly, not changed, even as things started to get a little better for her, while she worked through shelf after shelf of bears, playing with them all. The closer she got to being finished, the more her parents, and the rest of the world, seemed to view her as older, if only by months, instead of the years - or decades, really - she desired. She'd managed to earn her way into Pull-Ups, during the day... But the bedwetting was too severe to keep her out of diapers all the time.

Which was why she was so desperate, now, to double-check, to ensure she wasn't forgetting anything. She'd had a good system going, back at the old house... Then, the move had happened. She'd had to wait for all the bears to be unpacked for her, since she was too little to be trusted to open boxes on her own, and then wait some more for her parents to put them back onto the shelf, and, when they did, the stupid things weren't organized the same way.

She'd assumed, originally, that this was going to take forever, but living as a baby, with nothing else to do, not even able to take toilet breaks, had helped her get there faster than she would have expected... Until the move sent her back nearly to square one. She had so many of the bears, some were duplicates, and without knowing which shelf they'd been on in her old room, there was no way to be certain which of the versions she'd played with already.

But, in the end, it almost felt fitting that she should finish today, on Christmas Eve. What better Christmas present could she ask for than to get to start the day tomorrow as an adult again? She had no idea what had happened with her car, her apartment, any of that, and she had no doubt it would be a whole other nightmare sorting through all of it, unless the bears' magic extended far enough to help out. It would absolutely be worth it, however, to be done with training panties and diapers for a second time.

"Yep," she nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "That's just about all of you... Except..."

She'd saved one of the big ones for last. It wasn't one of the first she'd been given, but she had gotten it pretty early on, and it was the one that her family members commented on most often when they were visiting, what had seemingly stuck in their minds to urge them to get her more when they didn't have any other ideas for presents. 

"Well, well, well," she smirked, pulling the pink bear away from the shelf. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Come on, sweetie!" her mother exclaimed, bustling in, still not seeing Fae as old enough to bother knocking. "Time to get ready for bed, or Santa will never be able to stop here!"

"Mommy, no!" Fae whined, grabbing at the bear. She was so close! If she played with this one, she'd never have to wear a diaper again!

"Are you being naughty?" her mom raised an eyebrow. "It isn't too late for Santa to turn your presents into coal, you know?"

Fae sighed, knowing better than to try to argue. "Fine," she sulked, getting up and toddling over, allowing her mother to put her into a diaper one last time. "Can I stay up just five more minutes, though?" she asked, when it was over.

Her mother hesitated, then shrugged. "Okay, but only five, and then it's right into bed!"

Other nights, she might fuss more, but five minutes was all she needed. She waited for her mom to leave, then toddled her way back to the shelf, and the fallen, pink bear. "I haven't had to do this for a while," she grinned, positioning herself over the toy's face. "It feels right that this is how I'd do it the last time, though, doesn't it?" Feeling smug and satisfied, she began to push.

She knew it was a silly, immature thing to do, but the bears were the reason she'd spent the last several month being silly and immature, so why not? She grunted, cheeks turning a little pink as she felt her diaper start expanding, felt the mush begin to spread. She'd had to get used to them, as much as she could, though, by now, it had been long enough since she'd gotten to wear Pull-Ups during the day that she'd almost forgotten what it was like.

"Are you having fun?" she groaned, bouncing in place. Any moment now, she thought, the spell would break, and she'd go back to being a grown-up... She hadn't quite thought this through, imagined what was going to happen if the transformation happened while she was in the middle of filling her pants, but she'd figure it out.

In actuality, it didn't matter. She pushed the last of the mess out, sitting down hard, wrinkling her nose as her bottom squelched into the mass... And nothing changed. "Oh, come on!" she rolled her eyes. "I'm playing with you, you stupid bear!" She hopped off of it, picking it up. "What, are you mad about how I chose to play? I did what you wanted!"

Still, there was nothing. "This isn't fair!" she complained, crossing her arms with a huff. "What more do you want from me?!" The thought had been funny at the time... Now, stuck in her dirty diaper, not knowing if she was going to get out of it before her mother returned, it was feeling much less amusing. "You can't change your mind now! Fix me! Make me big again!"

There was no response; she was pouting and fussing at her bears when her mom came in to tuck her in, and found her messy. "Oh, Fae," she sighed, shaking her head. "Why didn't you ask for the potty? I thought you were done with this..."

Fae blushed and stayed silent, letting herself be taped into a fresh diaper and tucked into bed, no good excuses for what she'd done coming to mind. That had to qualify... She'd paid plenty of attention to the dumb bear... Surely, by morning, they'd change everything back. And that would be nice, too, a perfect Christmas gift...

Instead, she woke up back in her crib, instead of her bed, back in the bonnet, mittens, and booties her parents put her in to sleep, back when they'd seen her as an infant, instead of a toddler. "No!" she sniffled behind her pacifier, gripping the bars and staring out at the bears. "You promised! This isn't fair! It's Christmas, you can't do this to me!"

She scanned the shelves from the crib once more, trying to see if there were any she'd forgotten, that had been misplaced when she'd done her check last night, and came up with nothing. She must have gotten confused, she thought, slumping back onto her pillow. The move had mixed things up even more than she'd realized. She'd have to start all over again to be certain she did them all...

It was possible, of course... She'd already proven that. And she wouldn't have the move to deal with this time around... And yet, the idea of starting from scratch, when she'd been so close to finishing, and being sent back to full-time diapers while she did it, was so demoralizing... She'd been so positive that dirty diaper last night was the last one... Apparently, it was just the beginning.

Little did she know just how right she was. Her parents did their best to get her excited, when they came in to get her ready for the day, changing her soaked overnight diaper, getting her into a cute Christmas dress to open presents. She wasn't particularly interested in what they'd gotten for her, the very thought of pretending to be excited over a bunch of rattles and baby clothes exhausting...

But it was far worse than that. Her stomach lurched as she ripped into the paper on her first package, and found another Care Bear staring back at her from inside. And then another from the next, and another, and another...

This, she realized with horror, was why she'd woken up as a baby again. These all belonged to her now, too... Her whole family, apparently, without knowing it, had sentenced her to at least another week or two of regression, while she played with each of these in turn.

It wasn't the end of the world, though it was a set-back. If this meant she didn't have to go through the ones she'd already played with, and she hadn't actually missed any of them, she'd be done in no time - relatively speaking, of course. She couldn't help feeling guilty, seeing all these new ones, and how spoiled she truly had been as a child... But there was nothing she could do about that now. 

After all the 'excitement' of the presents, and a lunch of the usual baby food and formula, she was worn out, drifting off to sleep on the floor, trying to get a head start on playing. She woke up in her crib, bottle waiting beside her, eyes fluttering open to see her shelf, sitting there, mocking her... Looking fuller than ever.

"No!" she squeaked, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her parents, clearly trying to be helpful, and clean up the living room, had put her new toys on the shelves, with no regard for how they'd been organized before, shoving the new ones wherever there was room, moving the others, shifting them around...

It looked nice, sure, but for her, it was a mess, a far bigger one than what she'd made in her pants the night before. It was all different, and there had been enough new ones this morning that, without keeping them separate, she didn't think she'd be able to remember what all of them were. For a few hours, she'd thought she was safe from re-starting... Now, she was going to have to do that anyway, and with more bears than ever!

And, somehow, that wasn't even her lowest point. As she sat there, squirming and sniffing, wondering if she was going to be able to finish before her birthday, when, most likely, another batch of bears would be added to the collection, she overheard her parents talking outside, thinking she was still napping.

"Do you think it worked?" her mother asked.

"She didn't seem bothered by it before," her father replied. "Even if she was, I'm pretty sure she has more now than she ever did."

"I guess you're right," her mom sighed. "We probably went a little overboard. I just feel bad for her... I don't know how the moving company managed to lose a whole box of her favorite toys."

Fae's eyes widened, shooting back to the shelf. "Th-Those don't count, right?" she asked, praying that they'd talk to her again, even though they hadn't, not since the day when this all began. "You can't expect me to play with those ones, if they aren't even here!"

But their blank expressions, and what had happened last night, when she was positive she had finished, gave her all the answer she needed. She flopped down onto the mattress, sucking away at her bottle dejectedly. She was never getting out of this... Even if she was able to keep up with the flow of presents, there was no way she'd have been able to track that lost box down, even when she was an adult... As a baby, it was utterly impossible.

Maybe she'd be able to earn her way back to toddler-hood, and Pull-Ups, at best, but as soon as any major event happened where she'd get a lot of presents, she'd be right back here. She felt a pressure in her tummy, and, without thinking, gave a tiny push, and, before she could stop it, her diaper was filling again, ballooning out behind her as she struggled in vain to stop it, having forgotten how difficult that was when she was on her baby diet.

Being spoiled had never bothered her, as a kid - if anything, she was proud of it, of all the toys it got her. Now, it was the thing that was going to keep her trapped here, in cribs and dirty diapers, for a very, very long time.