A Walk in the Park (Patreon)

A Mother's Day story, commissioned by Mashugana.

"Well, then," Trenton said to himself proudly. "That's that."

And so it was. Another Mother's Day in the books! He'd sent off his card days ago, scheduled the flowers to be delivered today, and the presents a couple days before, and he'd just gotten off the phone to confirm they'd all arrived, and to chat with his grandmother, and then with his mom. He'd done his duty, and now he was finished.

It wasn't much, really, he knew, but it did give him a sense of accomplishment to have it done with, and have the whole rest of his day ahead of him. He could have hopped on a plane to go see them, since they lived close enough together that he could have visited them both in one trip; otherwise, he'd done all he could. Did he miss not being able to easily do that, to be where he could just drive there instead, go out to eat with them? Maybe... It was nice not to feel the obligation to do that, however, to be free to spend the rest of his day any way he wanted.

How was he going to do that? He wasn't sure yet, to be honest... The restaurants were all going to be packed, and, while he would have been willing to wait in line with his mom, if that was what she wanted, it didn't seem worth it on his own. It was a beautiful day outside, though, and it was a shame not to take advantage of it, so he decided to head out to the park, for a start, and see where things went from there.

He was pleased to see that there were plenty of food trucks set up, and they didn't appear to be too terribly busy - apparently those who were out with their mothers thought she assumed better than that - so that was sorted out. He'd go for a walk, grab something from one of those, and then who knew? He could figure that out later.

There were a few paths through the park, and, since the weather was so nice, just a little cloudy, not too hot or too cold, he took the longest, enjoying his time outside, after a long, brutal winter. He passed a few people, giving them polite nods, moving out of their way if they were jogging, rather than taking a leisurely stroll like him, before he saw her.

She was beautiful, with shoulder-length, fiery red hair, huge breasts nearly spilling out of her low-cut top, long, shapely legs stretching up into a pair of tiny, tight denim shorts. Any other time, Trent wasn't sure he'd have had the guts to approach her, certain she was well out of his league, but it was a good day today... And, he justified, she was looking pretty sad.

It wasn't that he was trying to take advantage of that sadness, he told himself. Maybe it would make her more open to him, yes, but it also might mean she wasn't in the mood to even think about him that way, and that was fine. He felt an obligation to see if everything was okay, and if something happened from there, well, he wasn't going to complain.

"Hey," he waved, a touch awkward, not wanting to get too close unbidden, like she was a loose tiger, one that he wasn't sure had been tamed. She glanced up, wiping her eyes. "Sorry," he told her. "I don't mean to pry, but... Is everything all right?"

"Huh?" she frowned, looking confused.

He stepped a bit closer. "Is everything all right? I just saw you out here, on your own, and... I can mind my own business, if you want, but..."

"Oh," she chuckled, mouth curling up a little. "No, that's fine. I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."

That was, perhaps, what he should have taken for his cue to leave. Instead, he decided to take that hint of a smile as an invitation, edging nearer still. He was being helpful, he thought. There was nothing wrong with helping somebody out, unless they said they didn't want any, and she hadn't told him that yet, not exactly.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "If you want to vent or something, you can feel free... You don't know me, and you probably won't see me again, so who better to complain to?"

Her smile widened, ever so slightly. "You have a point," she admitted. He wouldn't have minded seeing her again after this, of course... He didn't want to push it too far, too fast, however. "Sure, why not?" She scooted over, giving the open spot on the bench a pat. 

He sat down on the opposite end of the bench. "Is it Mother's Day?" he ventured, when she stayed silent. 

She blinked, glancing over at him. "It is," she said. "How did you know?"

"I know it can be a tough day for a lot of people..." he shrugged. "If you want to talk about it..."

There was no telling what it was; it could be any number of things. Maybe her mother was estranged, or dead, or maybe she couldn't have kids of her own, and she wanted them. Did he know what he was going to tell her, to make her feel better about any of those? Not really, but sometimes just talking about it was enough, and if she was spending her day here, by herself, perhaps she didn't have anyone else to do that with.

"It's my friends," she sighed, staring down at the ground below her, digging her toe into the dirt.

"Oh." That wasn't where he'd expected that to go, not when she'd told him this involved Mother's Day. "What about them?"

"We're supposed to be getting together today," she explained. "All of them are bringing their babies..."

"Ahh," he nodded. "I'm sorry." She might be infertile, or maybe she'd just broken up with her boyfriend... She looked about the same age as him, so it seemed odd that every one of her friends would have kids already, but he supposed, if that was the case, he could see why she might feel out of place, even if neither of those possibilities were true.

"It's just not fair!" she huffed. "I've tried and tried, and I just can't find one anywhere!"

He started to nod again, only for the words to sink in. "Find one?" he frowned.

"And all they do is brag about how cute theirs are. What am I supposed to do?" she fumed, beginning to get worked up.

"Y-Yeah," he slid a bit further away from her. "That's tough..." He should have known better, he thought. When people looked as gorgeous as her, there was always something off about them... There was no such thing as perfect. Did she seriously not know where babies came from? Or was she a little crazy? Either way, that wasn't a problem he was qualified to solve.

She rolled her eyes. "You don't know the half of it! If I show up empty-handed, they're all going to laugh at me!"

"Uh-huh," he nodded, starting to stand up. "Well, if I could help, I would, but..."

"Really?" she blinked up at him. "You mean it?"

"Sure," he said. "But, you know, that's not really..."

Her mouth widened into a grin. "Thank you so much," she told him, pointing a finger at him.

And, suddenly, everything was changing. He felt it first between his legs, something growing there, swelling, puffing outwards. He frowned in confusion, glancing down at his crotch, his eyes growing as well at what he saw there. His own t-shirt and shorts were melding together, the line between them closing as the fabric fused together, turning a soft, baby blue.

"W-Wait, what..?!" he shook his head, reaching down in confusion to touch it, feeling a strange tingle.

"Don't worry," she cooed. "It'll be over in a minute. Just let it happen, sweetie."

He had his wallet and keys in one pocket, and his phone in the other, both large enough to leave a slight bulge. Except, that was no longer the case... Not like that, anyway. As his garments merged, his pockets seemed to flatten out, to move up his legs. He could see the outline of them, and a pair of white lines of fabric marked where they should have begun, but they were clearly empty... Not only empty, in fact, they weren't pockets at all, simply part of the design of his outfit.

The collar of his t-shirt was growing, too, flopping downwards, another pair of white lines running around it, with yet another set appearing at the ends of his sleeves. A jaunty, embroidered anchor sprouted on the chest of the shirt, as the woman stepped forward, looping a long, white ribbon under the oversized collar, tying it loosely around Trent's neck.

"Wh-What are..?" he furrowed his brow, that final piece finally reminding him of what it was he was seeing appear on him, what he was now, somehow, wearing. It was a sailor suit... But it wasn't a suit, was it? It was all one piece...

He gasped as the expansion around his waist continued, forcing his legs further apart, enough so that he lost his balance as he stood there, half off the bench and half on. He fell back completely onto the bench, stomach churning at the realization of how short a fall it was, and at the sound that accompanied the contact, the soft crinkling noise that filled his ears.

"N-No," he shook his head again, more vehemently this time, almost not daring to look down. When he did, there was no doubt about it... There was only one thing that could make his bottom look so poofy, and, as if to confirm, he could see a row of snaps running along the crotch of his sailor suit romper. His shoes had been replaced with a pair of soft, matching blue booties, to finish off his new look. "Wh-What did you..?!"

"What do you think I did, silly boy?" she giggled, giving his chin a tickle. "You offered to help, didn't you?"

"B-But..." he stammered, nibbling his bottom lip. "Y-You put me in..." He poked at the bulky padding around his waist, stomach churning.

"In diapers, yes," she finished for him. "That's what babies wear, sweetie... And you are just the cutest baby, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not a baby!" he insisted. "I-I don't wear... d-diapers... I-I don't need them! H-How did you..?!" He stumbled to his feet, shocked again at how huge the diapers were, throwing his balance off. It didn't matter, though, he had to get away from here, away from her... He could barely get two steps before he lost his balance, however, starting to fall...

She pointed her finger behind him, and, suddenly, his fall stopped. He frowned, looking around, seeing blue fabric all around him, turning back to face the front just in time to see her bending over, giving him a perfect view down the front of her shirt, while she fastened the restraints, strapping him tightly into his new stroller.

"Y-You're a witch!" He felt ridiculous even saying it, and yet... How else could he explain all this?!

"Of course I am, silly," she laughed it off like it was perfectly normal. "And you," she tickled his tummy, "are going to be the belle of the ball at my coven's little lunch!"

"N-No!" he whined, shaking his head. He couldn't let anyone else see him this way!

"I know," she patted him on the head. "They've all been talking about how cute the babies they caught were... But, believe me, I really think you're going to take the cake. In fact, I might not even be able to bring myself to let you go afterwards."

"W-Wait, you can't just..." he kicked his feet uselessly as the woman ignored him, stepping around to the back of the stroller and starting to push it. "Let me go!" He grabbed at the straps holding him in, yanking on them, trying to press down ob the button that released them, nothing working. He felt as weak as an actual baby, and as helpless. It didn't help that, before they even reached the end of the trail, he felt a strange warmth in his diaper, one that quickly started to spread throughout the padding.

"H-Hey!" he called, realizing only then that he had no idea what to call the woman, what her name was. "H-Hey, I think something is wrong!"

He whimpered as it sped up, his hands shooting to his crotch, giving it a squeeze... And feeling a squishiness there, along with a slight wetness. Despite the warmth surrounding his bottom, a shiver ran up his spine as it hit him what was happening. "N-No," his head spun. He couldn't be...

"What's wrong?" she asked, stopping the stroller to step around, kneeling down to check on him. "Why are you being fussy?"

He shook his head, not wanting to say it, preferring to pretend it hadn't happened. But, of course, that was the first thing she checked, easily swatting his hands aside when he attempted to push her fingers away. "Oh, you're fine," she teased. "Your diapies can hold plenty more than that!"

"B-But..." he sniffed. That hadn't been what upset him, not really... Of course, he didn't want to have to sit in a soggy diaper, but what upset him more was the fact that he hadn't been able to stop it, that he hadn't even known what was happening at first... That he'd been peeing his pants without knowing it, just like a real toddler.

"Just trust Mommy," she winked. "I have no doubt they can handle it."

"I don't want them to!" he crossed his arms in a huff. "I don't wanna wear diapers!"

"Aww, but you have to, baby," she told him. "You're not potty trained yet."

"Yes, I am!" he glowered. "I've been potty trained for years! Decades!"

"Then what happened here?" she mocked, giving his diaper another squeeze through his romper. "Big boys who have been potty trained don't do this, do they?"

"N-No," he admitted. "B-But..."

"Don't worry," she told him. "Mommy will change you when we get to brunch... Or she'll let one of her friends do it. I bet they'll all be jealous... And I'll have plenty of other chances."

His cheeks turned bright red, imagining himself being changed, like a baby, by this woman, or some other stranger. "N-No!" he whined again. "Y-You can't...!"

"You just love to tell Mommy what she can't do, don't you?" she smirked. "Trust me, Trent, you have no idea what I can do."

Trent's eyes widened at the sound of his name. He hadn't told her that, had he? Just like he didn't know her name, she shouldn't know his... Then again, with everything else that she'd already done, that was hardly a big deal anymore, as he was reminded when he squirmed in his seat, feeling his diaper, already growing cool and clammy, squelching beneath him.

It was so much worse when he was wheeled off the trail, when there weren't just a few joggers to worry about, knowing they'd speed past him, and hopefully not pay him much mind. He was sure he could feel everyone staring at him, seeing him there in his sailor romper and wet diaper as the woman pushed him proudly through the park, seeming to take her time, to let them get a good view.

Things didn't improve from there, either, when they got to the sidewalks of the city, especially not as they approached the long line for what Trent recognized immediately as one of the most popular brunch spots around, one he would never have even dreamed of trying to go to on Mother's Day.

They weren't even asked if they had a reservation; Trent was wheeled right up to the front counter, and the woman there took one look at him and, with a nervous smile, said, "Your party is right this way, ma'am."

Trent saw why when they arrived at their table in the restaurant's small courtyard. There, at a large table, was a whole group of beautiful women, chatting and laughing and drinking mimosas while, at their sides, each of them had an oversized stroller containing somebody like Trent, an adult wearing baby clothes and diapers, watching what was going on nervously. One of the women had a second 'child' with her, a young woman wearing a onesie that looked an awful lot like the uniform the girl at the front counter had been wearing, with an extra thick diaper underneath, and a child harness over top, the leash tied around the handle of the woman's stroller.

"Oh, Arielle!" one of the women exclaimed. "You found one! How wonderful! And look at him! He's perfect."

"Isn't he?" Arielle beamed.

Trenton could only sit by helplessly while the witches ate, and talked about how they'd found their 'babies'. One girl, wearing only a diaper and a bib over her ample chest, had been taken because she'd refused to stop flirting with the same guys her witch had been into at the club the night before; another, in a frilly party dress that didn't come anywhere close to hiding her diaper, and a pacifier gag strapped firmly into her mouth, had dared to scold one of the witches for cutting in line. And, of course, the girl in the onesie had told them that there wasn't room for them there if they didn't have a reservation. Trent watched her in horror as her story was told and she tugged at the leash holding her in place, looking increasingly more desperate until, finally, she squatted down, the seat of her onesie ballooning outwards as she helplessly filled her diaper, right in front of them all. Trent felt bad for her, of course, but he also felt bad for himself, knowing that, if Arielle kept him, as she'd threatened to do, that would, inevitably, be him, too...

"And what about him?" one of the other witches asked. "How did you find him, Arielle?"

"You won't believe this," Arielle giggled, "but he came to me and volunteered. He just wanted to help... And what's more helpful than being Mommy's sweet little baby, forever and ever?"

Trent squirmed, blushing bright red as the coven chuckled at that. He wasn't sure if they were laughing at him, for making the mistake of trying to be nice to someone who had turned out to be a witch, or at his fate, at the suggestion that Arielle was going to be keeping him like this... Either way, he had the feeling he was the butt of the joke, and that, most likely, this was not going to be his last Mother's Day gathering with this coven....