Magic Daycare 2.0 (Chapter 3) (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.

“Betsy…”

A voice floated into Elizabeth’s consciousness, rousing her from sleep.

“Betsy~. Wake up, Betsy. I’ve got a surprise for you~.”

Elizabeth mentally sighed. What surprise could Sarah have possibly come up with now? The bedwetting young woman rolled over to face the witch. “Good morning, Sarah.”

“Good morning, friend. Now, I have a surprise.”

‘You’ve finally come to your sense and realize the error of your ways and now you’re going to remove the curse you put on me and the others?’

“A surprise? What is it?”

Sarah grinned. She pointed at where Elizabeth’s crotch was, hidden by the covers of the bed. “Look!”

Elizabeth mentally sighed again. Figured that Sarah would be just oh so excited to bear witness to Elizabeth’s soaked Goodnite. Deciding it best to humor the girl, Elizabeth removed the blankets and revealed her pajamas shorts. But the movement had triggered sensory perception about Elizabeth’s crotch area.

It didn’t feel wet.

She quickly shimmied out of her shorts to behold her purple Goodnite with the butterflies.

More importantly, it was dry.

Elizabeth could only stare in shock at the first dry Goodnite she’d woken up in for the very time in all the months during her curse. Her slack-jawed stare slowly made its way over to the grinning witch.

“Surprise!” Sarah cooed. “I told you, you’re my best friend.”

Elizabeth allowed her hope to rise. “Does that mean that…I’m no longer a bedwetter?”

“Come now, Betsy. One dry morning and you think you’re a dry sleeper? Let’s see if you can go two weeks without peeing your Goodnite, then we can start thinking of you as no longer being a bedwetter.”

Sarah winked at her.

Elizabeth smiled slightly. Of course, the flip side to not wetting in her sleep meant she’d woken up with a full bladder. She excused herself to Sarah’s bathroom and occupied the toilet. She peed and pooped like the big girl she was supposed to be, wiped herself, flushed, pulled her Goodnite and shorts back up, washed her hands, and then left the bathroom.

“That’s a gold star on your potty chart,” Sarah grinned.

“Yay,” Elizabeth chirped. “So, uh…are my panties from yesterday…um, are they dry now? Did they make it through the wash?”

“Nope! And I can’t give you any of my panties. They won’t fit on your big butt like your Goodnite does.”

“Oh. I see.”

And there it was, Sarah’s idea of “friendship.” She’ll make you wet your pants because you didn’t immediately do what she commanded you to, then she’ll make it so your wet clothes don’t get washed, and where she cursed you to be a bedwetter, she’ll let you wake up dry one morning and declare herself a friend. Right before she tells you you’ll have to wear your Goodnite as underwear for the day.

“I’ll go check on the babies. You get dressed.” Sarah hopped from her bed and left her room, heading for the nursery that was home to Lily and Marissa.

Elizabeth swallowed as she was left alone with her instructions. She could’ve started rifling through Sarah’s drawers to find her underwear, and just hope that A) she wasn’t caught, and B) that Sarah’s underwear would even fit her. There was also the fact that now alone, she could’ve gone on another hunt to find some kind of spell book/journal/diary or whatever that held clues and/or notes as to the identity of the witch that cursed Sarah. However, Elizabeth felt…guilty…about doing that.

The little witch was convinced that Elizabeth was her friend, and being the good-natured girl that she was, Elizabeth felt bad about betraying that idea. There was also the huge threat of the witch’s magic being used against her should she ever cross Sarah.

With that in mind, Elizabeth got dressed for the day. In her bag that her mother apparently sent, there had been a change of day clothes consisting of a tiered skirt with the tiers being pastel orange, blue, and green, and a white t-shirt with the iCarly logo on the front. There was a pair of socks, but there was no underwear.

At least, there weren’t any panties. There had been two Goodnites packed, Elizabeth currently wearing one of them, so there was one left. A spare for changing. If this bag had indeed been packed by her mother, then why on Earth had she only packed Goodnites? Or had Sarah rifled through the bag before Elizabeth had been made aware of it, and stole and hid Elizabeth’s panties?

Elizabeth was inclined to believe the latter.

She had no choice in the matter, though. Like the good girl she was, she stripped her pajamas, noted how her Goodnite was already coming apart—veterans of the ABDL world should know that Goodnite start going bad after so many hours of wearing, with the sides losing their snugness, the body getting deformed, and the cloth cover starting to peel away from the plastic—and proceeded to get dressed. Up came the skirt, open at the bottom so if anyone decided to flip her skirt, they’d get an eyeful of bedwetting undies, and then came the shirt.

Her shoes were still soaked with pee just like the clothes she had been wearing yesterday before Sarah made her wet herself.

Looking at her image in the mirror, Elizabeth squared her jaw and straightened her back. She didn’t know how, but she and the other two were going to get through this. They were going to find the time to sit down away from Sarah and make a plan to get out of here and find the witch responsible for Sarah’s curse. And then, assuming nothing else went wrong, that witch was going to undo Sarah’s curse, and then their own curses would be undone.

Elizabeth was not going to spend the rest of her life being seen by everybody as an occasional daytime-panty-wetting, bedwetting ten-year-old.

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