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Daily Free-Write October 28, 2022: The Baby Author
🕑 Added 2022-10-29 07:47:50 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Just another silly free-write. Kind of a spooky story, but not really. I added some cursed diaper elements to go along with the hypno that's about to come out. I'll be putting that out hopefully tomorrow, and then work quickly to complete a PDF or two over the weekend! Wish me luck and speed! -Champ
I've got to hurry. I don't have much time to write this before the virus overtakes me. You see, I've got the baby virus and I... gaga goo goo.... oh no! The baby vibes are overtaking me! haaaaalp!
"Another masterpiece," said Jeremy, pressing submit on his latest story.
Jeremy was a hopeful writer. He hoped he would be the next Stephen King with his spooky stories, however, eveything he wrote seemed to be a flop. It seemed that the world just couldn't appreciate his genius.
When he posted his latest story to AbberantArt, the response was no better.
"This story is a real stinker!"
"Eat soap, nerd!"
"Great story! Just kidding... it stinks!"
Jeremy scowled as he read the few comments. Frankly, he was lucky to even have any comments. His reader count was abysmal.
"Does the modern world have no room for true art anymore?" he cried, bemoaning his fate. The fate of the undiscovered artists who would only ever become famous posthumously.
He had tried everything there was to try. He'd posted a poem. A happy story. And then a scary story. All mercifully short, and all flops. He thought his fourth story would surely be his big breakthrough but no such luck.
"Guess four is only lucky for clovers. I guess I should do an internet search. I'll Doogle it!"
So he did a search on how to be a successful author and clicked on the first like that popped up. He read the first tip.
"Write what you know, huh? Hmm... Real life experience? Aha! I've got it!"
Having read the first few sentences, he was sure he had mastered this new craft technique. He was now surely ten times as powerful a writer as he had been before.
"That was the problem. I wrote about the terrifying babification, but I didn't live it. To the baby aisle! ... who am I talking to?"
Jeremy drove straight to the pharmacy where he searched the stacks of diapers until he found just the ones he was looking for - a package of diapers with an oddly babyish print. It was perfect to make him feel like the protagonist in his story.
When he came to the check out line with a cart full of adult sized baby diapers and baby gear, the checker smirked.
"You got a little one at home?" she asked, scanning the obviously adult sized diapers.
"Nope! Just doing some research for my next literary masterpiece: Baby Breakout. It's going to be a tour de force. They might even make a movie about it!"
"Ooh! A movie, huh? Do you think they'll let me play myself?"
"Who knows? Maybe I'll play me and they'll ask us to recreate the scene right here. Remember this moment, Bertha," he said, reading the tag on her chest. "This could be the first day of the rest of your life!"
Little did he know it was the first day of the rest of his life - as a big baby.
When he got home, he looked at the package more closely.
"Huh, that's strange. It looks like there are some kind of glowing runes on the diapers."
When he tore open the package and looked, there did indeed seem to be runes all over the diapers, but every time he tried to read them, they moved around, like the afterimage of a bright light - seeming to slide off and fade away as his eyes darted back and forth over the crinkly surface.
But there was something very special about the thick diaper he held in his hand. Something comforting. The feel of the soft plastic. The heft. Even the babyish scent from the diaper factory felt so relaxing. It seemed to lull him into a sort of trance... the more he played with it, the softer and puffier it felt... and the more he wanted to wear it. Somehow, he was actually excited to get diapered up.
Before he knew it, he was on the opened diaper, a bottle of powder in hand. He had already oiled himself up and now came the powder. He was beginning to feel more babyish already.
The scent enveloped him, and he had a great idea! He should put in the paci he baught before he finished taping up his diaper. He reached over and grabbed the paci from the bag, popping it in his mouth and giggling. He was really getting into the mindset of a dumb baby now!
All that was left was to tape it up. He lay back and taped the first tape... then the second... the third.... By the time it came time to tape up the last tape, he was to out of it to even finish, giggling and drooling all over himself around the pacifier. Luckily, a hand reached around to help him complete the task.
"Fank yoooos..." he said, turning to thank the helper, but when he looked, there was no one there. He barely thought anything of it, or anything at all really. He was enjoying his babyish fun too much. He grabbed onto his feet and rocked back and forth, rolling over his ridiculously thick and poofy diaper like a big bowling ball.
He giggled. Being a big baby was fun.
He crawled around on the floor for a while but got frustrated with how the impossibly thick diaper dragged on the ground between his legs and slowed him down. He couldn't even stand in the darn things, they were so thick!
He began to get fussy. The diaper was stopping him from having all the fun he wanted to have. He wanted to run around, and maybe even play with the clicky clacky keyboard. He was supposed to do something with that, wasn't he?
Frustrated, he tried to pull off the diaper. However, it wouldn't budge.
"Uh ohhhhs..." he said, trying and failing to locate the tapes to take off the diaper. His fuzzy mind couldn't comprehend the complex workings of diaper tapes, and anyway, the glowing lock on the front of his diaper seemed to say 'no no' to taking it off himself. It just wasn't fair!
Soon, the first signs of trouble from his bladder became known, and he tried to crawl off to the potty, but he barely remembered what the potty was for when he got to it. And it was so high up! How was he supposed to use it?
"Gotta.... Do the... poddy.... Hnnnffff..." With great effort, he managed to crawl up onto the potty lid and sit there, grinning and drooling as he filled his diaper with peepees. It felt so good and so rewarding to do. And he was doing the potty. At least, he was pretty sure how it went. The only think he was missing was... "Toys!"
Quickly forgetting about his potty process, he scooted off the potty lid and crawled off to look for stuff to play with, still wetting his diaper as he left.
He was certainly learning what it was like to be a regressed baby-brained diaper-butt. Unfortunately, his experience was a little too authentic. By the time his parents came home, he was in a fully soaked diaper, babbling, and drooling around his pacifier. Nothing he said made any sense.
"Sweetie! What's wrong? Speak to me!" said his mom.
"Ga ga goo goo!" he said, then lifted his leg and let out a great big fart.
His dad shook his head and massaged it with one hand as he contemplated where he went wrong.
"Dear, I think we've got a big baby on our hands..."
"Looks like it,' said Jeremy's mom, putting her hands on her hips.
Unfortunately for Jeremy, his parents couldn't afford to keep a big baby, let alone get all the necessary furniture. They ended up giving him up to the baby home with many tears from his parents as they came.
"Don't worry, ma'am. Sir. He'll think he's just going to the fun fair! We've seen this kind of thing before, and I promise he'll be happy at his new home."
"And we can visit whenever we like?" asked Jeremy's mom.
"Whenever you feel like, ma'am!" said the man, tipping his cap. "And that's a promise."
Jeremy was driven away in the fun colored truck, giggling and clapping and crinkling at the bouncy ride to the fun place.
He never wrote another story, but perhaps that was for the best. He got to live a much better story instead, playing forever with all the other big babies in the big baby home.
The end.
P.S. The diapers were cursed. Surprise!
Comments
Haha, true! Not a bad idea!
You could do it longer. Just call it..after month Halloween or something. XD
Why canβt Halloween be two months?
Yes and yes
Heha, cute short. Seem to fit the Halloween theme perfectly.
Pierry Louys
Great story! Hope you write more of this one and love a bunch
