Daily Free-Write August 9, 2021: Irreplaceable Pt. 10

Continuation of August 8, 2021: "Irreplaceable Pt. 9"

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The next morning, we are awoken bright and early. Andy has wet his pull-up and he's completely distraught.

"There, there, Andy," says Toots the badger. "Lots of little boys wet the bed."

"D-d-does this mean I have to go back to diapers?" He asks, through sobs.

"No, no, it just means you'll need to wear them to bed. And naps. And probably car trips and train trips too."

"T-that's not so bad... I guess," he says, eyeing me who is in a soaked and messy diaper and didn't even wake up to do it.

"No, not at all. Let's get you two dressed up for the Zeiff factory," says WooWoo Bear. The two of us are dressed up again. Andy looks prout to be allowed to step into a pull-up held up by two teddy bears, while I'm changed on the changing table by that gorilla and his unicorn minion.

"It's not fair!" I pout as I feel the thick plastic-lined padding hug my butt, lifting me a good inch off the changing table and pressing my legs apart with the cool, crinkly bulk. Of course the outfit I wear does nothing to hide the diaper - just a tiny pair of shorts with suspenders and a too-short t-shirt that says baby brother. I look like a complete dork, and my boyfriend gets a matching outfit that says big brother.

The two of us once again waddle hand in hand out of our suite, down through the elevator, attempt to make our way through the gauntlet of cooing staff and are instead diverted to the dining hall where I'm put into a high chair and spoon fed oatmeal mush. I whine and protest but each time I open my mouth I just get another mouthful.

Meanwhile, Andy gets a plate of pancakes which is cut up for him but which he has to eat by hand. I get a bottle, he gets a sippy cup. It's a good thing we both get bibs.

"Such good boys," cooes the waiter who has finished feeding me. "A trip to Geingen really does wonders for rejuvenation, does it not?" I cross my arms. I'm not amused.

Soon, our faces are wiped clean and we're sent off to town with a couple pats on our padded rears. Once again we enter the Zeiff factory through the VIP entrance, and are escorted down to meet Margarete. I sit on my chair and scowl down at my diaper bulge while Andy swings his legs on the stool seemingly unable to keep his attention on anything for more than a few seconds. Margarete notices my attention trained on my puffy crotch.

"Well, now you don’t have to worry about any silly potty breaks."

"I don't wear didees..." I say, but my voice falters. Who would believe me now? Margarete knows exactly what's happening so there's no point in arguing with her. I just have to wash as she blushes, cleans, sews and restuffs.

"There we go," she says as she finishes restoring his nose and mouth to brand new condition. "What do you think?"

"Actually that's pretty good!" I say. Then my hands fly up to my throat. My voice is so much higher pitched now. "Ack! I sound like a chipmunk!"

She takes the teddy back and continues her restoration work on his arms and legs. "All part of the restoration, right WooWoo bear?"

"I shouldn't have come," I whisper. "I'm gonna turn into a baby now!"

She speaks as she sews. "You had to come back. Of course you did! That's part of what you get when you buy a Zeiff. Nobody wants to lose a dear friend. And the good news is you don't have to. You can come back as many times as you like and restore your friends to their former glory; just like new. And you will be coming back," she says with a smile. I shudder. "There we go, as good as new!" she says finally, and hands the new bearover to me.

"Dis is weiyowd... I'm outta heyow," I say, and I hop off the seat to run away but I feel my legs give out under me and I hit the floor, only able to get up on my hands and knees. Now that she's restored his body I feel weak and helpless. And somehow... everything seems to have grown. Or I've shrunk. I start to cry, clutching the teddy. The security guard comes by with a stroller.

"Little tyke will need this until he gets a bit older," He says, lifting me up and placing me in the seat. Then he pops a pacifier in my mouth.

"C-can we go home now?" asks Andy, who clearly looks uncertain about what to do. Like a little lost child who is looking for a grown-up.

"Don't worry sweetie," says Margarete. "The teddies will take care of you from now on. Both of you."

I fuss and wiggle in the stroller but can't get out. Soon, I tucker myself out and snuggle my teddy for comfort.

"That's it, little one. Forget all about being a grown up. At least for the next twenty years..."

-Written by ChampTehOtter