Daily Free-Write August 8, 2021: Irreplaceable Pt. 9

Continuation of August 7, 2021: "Irreplaceable Pt. 8"

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We are woken up by the feeling of soft paws pushing on our shoulders, and soft voices saying, "Benny... Andy... Time to get up..." At first I don't know where I am.

"Ugh... Anthony... I've just been having the strangest dream that our plushies turned us into big babies... Andy?" I turn and jump to see that Andy is sucking on a pacifier which is strapped around his mouth and staring at me desperately.

"Little Andy was making too much noise asking to be let out to use the potty so he got the hush hush paci," giggles Toots the Badger in his gruff way. I can see that Anthony is desperately holdign onto the front of his pull-up, hoping for any strength to hold back a torrent of urine. As soon as as the side of the crib is let down and he's let out, he makes a run for the potty, but his badger's paw stops him in his tracks.

"Now, now. NO running, little boy. Come with your badger buddy. I'll help you get sorted." Andy is practically crying now from the pain of trying to hold it in. Once again Anthony is led through the humiliating process of being helped onto the potty chair and told how to use it, then getting heaps of praise from the badger. The badger stands him up, pulles the pull-up up most of the way, then pulls it out to inspect the front. He shakes his head and tsks.

"Hmmm, a few dribbles in there, little guy. Looks like you came very close to having an accident. I'm afraid you're still learning, but not so bad that you need diapers quite yet."

"What about me?" I whine, looking to WooWoo bear, who just chuckles and waves his paw dismissively.

"Not a chance. Do you even have to go potty?" I shake my head when I realize that I don't.

"Well, then let's check you and see how soggy you are..." The bear reaches to the hole in the middle of my spreader pants with the help of a few plushie pals holding me down, and opens up my onesie snaps to reveal an absolutely soaked diaper. "There, you see? You really need these, little boy. It's a good thing we have plenty more where that came from. Time for your change. The only potty you're going to get is right between your legs.

I'm changed on the changing table with much fuss and protest, but what they say next really shocks me.

"Time for din dins! Let's take you two out on the town. We'll get Andy's favorite. McBurger's!" Andy and I look at each other and gulp. This is not how we want to be seen.... By anyone.

With a lot of coaxing and pleading, I am at least allowed out of my spreader pants, though the baby harness and the humiliating baby outfit remain. I look like an advertisement for Oktoberfest but with the most ridiculously babyish flair added to the traditional german outfit - like leather pants that are so small that they only serve as a diaper cover, with two buttons on the front coming up over the thick bulge, and which can be checked easily by any of our furry caretakers. WooWoo bear chides me when I complain.

"You're a baby, Benny. Of course you can go out dressed like this. In fact, you have to be dressed for your age at all times, so no thinking you're going to get your old clothes back, mister!"

Andy is luckier - he at least gets to wear overalls. Sure, they're bright red and there's a picture of a smiling badger on the front, but it could at least be plausible that he just has a quirky fashion sense, and his pull-up doesn't really show under the thick denim fabric. Not like mine which is a glorified diaper cover with suspender straps attached. He's allowed to go without a harness if he agrees to hold onto my reins and 'keep me out of trouble'. We hold hands and are made to carry out plushies out under our other arms as we waddle out to the elevator and down to the lobby.

In the lobby, the staff makes a big fuss over us and we are blushing red. The attention is positive, but embarrassing. When we get out into the town, however, prodded along by our plush companions, we find it is another matter.

We get strange looks as we walk down the street, while others find it amusing and pull out their phones to record the silly babies with their plushies. When we enter the McBurgers, all heck breaks loose as we are teased and laughed at for our ridiculous baby outfits. We look so over the top, it’s clownish and the cashiers insist that we can only have the kiddo meals from the menu.

We are forced to sit in our high chairs and eat our chicken nuggies with our hands as people giggle, gawk, and coo at us. Of course, the plushies don't move, so it looks like we're all doing it on our own, but it's really them pulling the strings. And of course, Andy is holding the reins, so to speak. Every time I try to pull away or get out of the situation, he gives my reins a tug and tells me to behave. I'm beginning to resent my flunkie boyfriend.

Finally, we are presented with two huge bottles of apple juice, and made to drink them down and then a refill. I just know that I'm going to wet my diaper like crazy, and Andy looks nervous about his pull-ups. We are only two grateful when we finish our meal and are finally able to waddle out the door. I can feel the warmth in the front of my diaper already as it swells up and squelches and squishes with every step, while Andy is once again doing the potty dance, told by the McBurger's employees that little ones aren't allowed in the potty without an adult present.

We hurry back to the hotel as fast as our little legs can carry us and spend the rest of the night there. Luckily Andy doesn't have an accident in his pants, just more dribbles which means more pull-ups.

"Keep it together Andy... who knows what will happen to us if we both end up as babies..." I said. Andy nods solemnly, but I can see the doubt in his eyes. Especially when we are forced to drink more bottles before bedtime.

"Can't I at least get a sippy cup?" asks Andy.

"Nah, bottles are more fun," says Toots. And that's when I realize it. We've played with toys all our lives and haven't questioned it. Well, now... the toys are playing with us.