Magic Daycare 2.0 (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

A patron contacted me and offered to write a follow-up to one of my older stories that they appreciated. Hope you enjoy his take on the story that starts immediately where we left off. If you are new to this Patreon and don't know the story,  the Magic Daycare tag is at the bottom so you can find the previous chapters! Enjoy.

As it was, Lily was lying on her back, sucking on her toes, staring at the ceiling in bliss as the potion worked through her system, and Marissa wasn’t too far behind her, idly sucking on the pacifier in her mouth as she cradled a teddy bear, pretending to nurse with a toy bottle. Both of their eyes were blank and empty of any adult function. The potion had rendered them as mental babies.

“What do you want to do now?” Elizabeth asked, conscious of her Goodnite.

After so much time wearing it, the bedwetting diaper had formed to her physique, but she could still feel the light padding on her butt and between her legs. Months of wearing the things, however, brought a feeling of familiarity to Elizabeth, however. And they were kind of comfy….

But of course they were comfy. They were supposed to be. Kids wouldn’t wear them if they were itchy or something.

Sarah smiled lightly. “I think it’s bedtime. The babies here have clean diapers, you have a clean Goodnite, and I’m rather sleepy myself.”

“Okay,” Elizabeth said, trying not to sound dejected at the fact that in a few hours, she was going to pee in her Goodnite and wake up in wet and clammy padding. “Where am I going to sleep?”

“With me, silly,” Sarah laughed. “My bed is big enough for us both.”

“But…I’m a bedwetter. I’ll pee on you.”

“Nonsense. Your Goodnite will hold. Have you ever leaked at all since you left?”

Elizabeth racked her brain as she tried to recall any morning she woke up to find her Goodnite had leaked, and she was drawing a blank. Not once could she recall a time she’d had a leak. No matter how soaked she was come morning, her bed and pjs were always dry.

“No, I guess not.”

“Right,” Sarah nodded. “Help me with these two, please.”

Sarah went over and picked up baby Lily, scooping the eighteen-year-old from the ground to her hip like it was nothing. Elizabeth was left coax the toddler Marissa to her feet. Beth then followed Sarah, the babies being obedient, to another room. It was a nursery with all the essentials, including two large cribs. Sarah put Lily in one, and Elizabeth had to help Marissa maneuver into hers.

Elizabeth followed Sarah back through the hall to her room, where the witch wasted no time in moving the covers down and getting cozy. She patted the side of the bed next to her, and Elizabeth occupied it. She was really hoping this wasn’t about to get sexual. Yeah, they both appeared ten, and girls that age sharing the bed during a sleepover wasn’t that strange, but Elizabeth was twenty-three, Sarah was one-hundred and twenty-three, and she actually had the body of a child whereas Beth still had her adult form.

“Relax,” Sarah said. “You’re my best friend, not my girlfriend. Besides, I can’t have sex in this form even if I wanted to. Part of my curse.”

“Haven’t you thought about finding the witch the cursed you?” Elizabeth asked incredulously.

“Of course, I have, but it’s not so easy as looking her up in the Yellow Pages. Where I could’ve used any kind of locater spell, my magic is limited to regression stuff. I can’t just go and find her.”

“Have you…given up, then? Have you just resigned yourself to living here forever as a ten-year-old, cursing the babysitter and nannies that come through here to be treated like the ones they’re supposed to care for?”

Sarah shrugged. “It’s either that, or I lose my powers entirely and have to go through normal human life from age ten till I die.”

“But you don’t have to make us look like little kids,” Elizabeth said imploringly. “Being regressed doesn’t mean we have to wet our bed, or go through potty training, or need diaper changes. We could just be teenagers, like, seventeen or something. We’re all in our twenties, except for Lily, so being a teenager counts as regression, right?”

“It does,” Sarah answered. “But teens are boring and no fun at all. Besides, it’s way more fun watching you adjust to your new lives.”

Elizabeth tried not to sigh. Sarah was irredeemable. As much as she hated being cursed to look a child, she absolutely adored doing the same to others, and loved watching them freak out and fight their baby treatment.

“Goodnite, Betsy,” Sarah said, pleased with her pun. “I really do think of you as my friend. That’s why you’re only a bed-wetter and not a bed-pooper.”

“Thanks, Sarah. You’re my friend too.”

Sarah leaned over and hugged Elizabeth, planting a sisterly kiss on her cheek. Elizabeth awkwardly reached her arm around Sarah’s shoulder and hugged her back, but she didn’t give the witch a kiss. Sarah killed the lights, plunging the bedroom into darkness except for the glow of a nightlight coming from the bedroom’s attached bathroom, and she rolled over, getting comfy on her side of the bed.

Elizabeth rolled over, too, but sleep escaped her for a while.

They were supposed to be running for their dignity right now, her, Marissa and Lily, running away from Sarah and this demented life they were stuck in, wearing and using various forms of diapers. The more Elizabeth thought about it, however, the more she realized how stupid that would’ve been.

The fact that she would occasionally pee her pants at school, stuck in the fourth grade, meant that Sarah’s powers could affect you even from a great distance. More than that, whenever Beth had a daytime accident, it was always when kids were around. At recess, when they were all playing together. At lunch, while she was waiting in line to get her food. In the middle of class, while she was presenting something. Sarah always made sure that Elizabeth was surrounded before making her wet her pants, which meant that Sarah knew where Elizabeth was and what she was doing in order to ensure maximum embarrassment.

Because of that, even if the girls had escaped tonight, Sarah would’ve been able to track them and continue to torment them.

More than that, what would the girls have done once free of the mansion? Where would they have gone? Who would they have seen? Marissa looked like a maid in a diaper, Lily a small child in diapers, and Elizabeth a ten-year-old. Marissa probably would have been arrested, and the other two would’ve been relegated to CPS, their parents called to come pick them up.

Then there was the whole witch thing. A big point of escaping from Sarah was to find the witch that had cursed her in the hopes of getting their own curses undone. How were they going to do that, though? None of them could use magic, so no locater spells for them, and it wasn’t like a witch was going to advertise herself for anyone to come find her.

All in all, it had honestly been a horrible plan. One born out of desperation. In one respect, maybe it was a good thing Sarah had spiked those drinks. If she hadn’t, things may very well be worse for the trio of cursed girls. As it was, they were back to square one.

Maybe even square negative one depending on what Sarah’s potion did.

Elizabeth didn’t want to think about what she would do if the effects were permanent and she was left on her own against Sarah.

With there being nothing she could do about the current situation, Elizabeth took a deep breath and released. No use in pondering right now. She needed to go to sleep. She had a wet Goodnite waiting for her in the morning, along with another day of Sarah’s sadism to endure.
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