Magic Daycare 2.0 (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

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The day passed with tension in Elizabeth and Marissa. Lily was just as regressed before Elizabeth arrived, and was happily playing amongst the other toddlers that called Daphnee’s mansion daycare. Sarah and Elizabeth “played” most of the day together, with Marissa attending to her maid duties, which including no less than three doodies in her diapers, thanks to Sarah’s twisted sense of amusement.

Eventually, it came naptime came around, and Daphnee enlisted Sarah’s aid in checking and changing all the diapers as needed. Sarah was still an official aid of the in-home daycare, after all, and though she protested, trying to use the presence of Elizabeth as grounds to excuse herself from diaper duty, Daphnee wasn’t having it.

“You’ve played all day yesterday and all day today. I let you have your fun while I changed all the diapers from the time Elizabeth arrived till now. You can spare a few minutes and help me put these kids down.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll be right back, Betsy,” Sarah groaned.

‘Take your time,’ Elizabeth thought with a little bit of vindication. Sarah hadn’t made her wet Goodnite enough to warrant a change, but the bedtime underwear was damp with hours-old pee. Sarah had gotten a little bored earlier and Elizabeth’s tongue had slipped a little.

Luckily, though, the two other times Elizabeth had to poop, Sarah had let her go use the potty like the big girl she was supposed to be.

Now, though, with Sarah away to go change diapers, Elizabeth did not just sit there in the witch’s room. She went and found Marissa, who was in the process of cleaning a bathroom. Some little kid had been in here and failed to use the potty properly, leaving a mess for the maid.

It was gross.

But such were little children.

“Still dry?” Marissa asked bitterly as she scrubbed the wall. Her diaper was in need of changing itself, sagging with a lot of pee and rounded out in the butt with her own stinky mess.

“Mostly. Sarah made me dribble.”

“Lucky.”

“I saw Lily.”

“Yeah. She’s gone. She wants this.”

“Yeah.” The expression on Elizabeth’s face told Marissa that she had conflicting opinions over Lily’s apparent desire to remain a child and give in to Sarah’s curse. Elizabeth shook her head. “Our original plan needs some work, though.”

“Yeah. I’ve had lots of time to think here in my lonesome. We have no idea where this other witch is, or how to find her. And based on what you said about wetting your pants at school, it’s like Sarah can track you.”

Elizabeth nodded. “My thoughts exactly.”

Marissa sighed dejectedly. “We have no idea where to go or where to start looking, and Sarah can just follow us with her magic. If she can make you pee from this far away, then she can probably alter the curse, too, meaning she can make us both look like babies and ruin everything.”

Elizabeth hadn’t thought of that possibility. “Or, maybe not. Maybe the only curse she can affect from a distance is the one she originally placed? Like, she can only make me pee my pants, but can’t do anything else like make me poop myself or make me seem younger.”

“Maybe,” Marissa mused. “Dammit, this sucks! There’s just so much we don’t know, and we can’t make a plan with all of these unknowns surrounding us!”

“I looked through Sarah’s drawers earlier, hoping to find a spell book or something, a journal, maybe, to help us out, but the only thing I found was our old friendship diary. I went through some of the pages, but they were all about me and her. Nothing about her magic.”

“Well, there has to be something somewhere,” Marissa insisted. “Every bitch—I mean witch—has a magic book, right? Something they keep all their spells and potions in. We have to find it. When we do, hopefully there’ll be something in there about counter-curses or cures or whatever.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Do we have a good Plan B?”

Marissa thought about it. “Find a preacher and a Bible and hope the power of Christ will compel her?”

Elizabeth smiled slightly, as did Marissa, but that had only been half of a joke. The two were so desperate for options that the possibility of getting the church involved, just like in the old days a few centuries ago, was not totally discarded.

“Maybe we’ll run into some witch-hunting group,” Elizabeth offered. “We can convince them we’re under a Sarah’s curse and they’ll come get her.”

“Yeah.”

At the third voice, both Elizabeth and Marissa screamed and jumped away from the door. Standing at the frame was their worst nightmare.

“And then you can call be babbling, drooling, thumb-sucking babies together,” Sarah continued in a low voice. “Pooping all over yourselves, too stupid to go behind my back and make plans to kill me.”

“M-Madam,” Marissa stuttered. “Th-That’s-”

“Shut up, maid. Put your face in that toilet and stay there until I say otherwise.”

Sarah didn’t even speak with magic. She spoke only with authority, and Marissa, too scared to even think of disobeying, crawled on her hands and knees to the toilet, lifted the lid and the seat, and put her face down inside the bowl, keeping her nose about an inch away from the water. He reflection was one of utter terror.

Sarah zeroed in on the trembling Elizabeth.

“S-Sarah, l-listen, please,” the young woman begged. “We weren’t planning to kill you—not even close—we were planning on escaping! Sarah, we’re adults! We have families, lives of our own. We can’t stay here like this forever. If we’re really friends, you’ll let us go.”

“We were friends.”

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