Magic Daycare 2.0 (Epilogue) (Patreon)

Elizabeth was changed out of her messy Goodnite and into the other one that had been packed in her bag, and the hemorrhoids that lined her butthole, the product of her overstrained muscles, were treated with ointment. Her mother came to pick her up and take her back home.

It was summer, which meant no school for the “ten”-year-old, but Elizabeth’s mother still had to work, and so the cursed girl was enrolled in a daycare that looked after kids from newborn up to sixth-grade. The very first day there was a doozy, with Elizabeth wetting her pants, being changed into the spare clothes that had been packed in her bag, panties this time, and then pooping herself hours later. The daycare called her mom and explained what happened, Elizabeth having two accidents and no more clean clothes to wear as the others were still washing, and so Elizabeth’s mother gave them permission to use the spare clothes the daycare had for these situations, along with a pull-up.

The 4t-5t Huggies were slid into place, then a pair of little soccer shorts, followed by a t-shirt.

On her way to the doctor’s office, Elizabeth wet her pull-up.

After so many tests, the doctor determined there was nothing medically wrong with Elizabeth, and that she was suffering from “stress incontinence,” that something was going on in her mind and it was making her have accidents. As such, Elizabeth was downgraded from panties during the day—and even downgraded from Goodnites during the night—to diapers 24/7. Her mother got online and ordered youth-sized diapers, and sent her back to daycare with a bigger bag loaded with extra clothes, and two packs of her diapers, which the daycare workers took and put up in the diaper cabinet in the baby room of the building.

They even wrote her initials on the folded bend of the diapers like they did with the baby diapers, a practice done so that the diapers wouldn’t be confused and the daycare could monitor when it was time to tell the parents more diapers were needed. It was ironic they did that with Elizabeth’s diapers, given the fact that there was a clear difference between hers and the other babies.

But it was policy, apparently, to initial and categorize all diapers and pull-ups.

Sarah’s vengeance was strong against Elizabeth. Where she had been just a bedwetter with an odd daytime accident, now she was fully diaper-dependent day and night for both pee and poop.

Marissa was not spared from Sarah’s curse, either. She still retained her bladder incontinence, but she could at least control her butt. For the most part. Where Sarah came down on Marissa is that she could only find work in the cleaning industry. Janitor, maid, house servant—only jobs like these would ever call Marissa back.

The job that the maid took, however, was at the daycare Elizabeth attended. Marissa’s diapers also got her initials written on them.

And just to show how furious she was, Sarah even kicked poor Lily out of the mansion too. It was enough of a shock to her system that she was thrown out of her regression and back to her eighteen-year-old mind, but still under the curse of everyone seeing her as a three-year-old in diapers.

Her parents picked her up, asking no questions as to why their daughter would no longer be allowed to attend the daycare in the mansion, and instead enrolled her in some other daycare as an un-potty trained little girl. As fate would have it, it was the same daycare that Elizabeth and Marissa were at.

The story’s not over.

Sarah hasn’t won just yet.
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