Daily Free-Write August 7, 2021: Irreplaceable Pt. 8

Continuation of July 26, 2021: "Irreplaceable Pt. 7"

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“But I don't need diapers!” I whine As Anthony lays me down on the changing table. Yet another red flag we had missed in our rush to get to the Zeiff factory this morning.

"I don't care," he says. "It's what Toots Badger wants me to do so I'm going to do it." I sob as he changes my sopping wet diaper for another diaper with Toots and the other plushies looking on in approval.

"Looks like your arm and leg hair aren't the only thing that's back to how it was when you were a baby," says Toots. He's right. I look in horror as I see that there's not a hair to be seen between my legs. That restoration really did have an effect - and not just on WooWoo Bear. My teddy got all his fur back fluffy and new, and mine disappeared!

I fuss and fight as they dress me up in an adorable little german baby outfit complete with a baby harness and something they call ‘spreihosen’, or ’spreader pants’ which will force my legs so far apart I’ll have to crawl everywhere. My fussing does me no good as I know Andy is stronger than me even without the plushies on his side. They wrestle me into the outfit, and even I have to admit I look pretty cute when they lead me over to the mirror to show me what a great big baby I've become.

"Isn't it great?" says Toots. "Oh, we're all going to have so much fun at playtime. Ooh!" he gasps. "We can have a tea party!"

The plushies all start cheering, and Andy and I are looking around like the world has gone mad, which it has. All the while, Woo Woo Bear is on the phone with room service ordering goodness knows what for our room.

My face turns bright red as a small army of servers and staff show up carting in more furniture, food, and equipment while I sit there on the carpet in my big baby outfit, crinkling with every movement as I'm forced to play tea party with my boyfriend and our fluffy companions.

"Aww, isn't that cute?" the people all say, cooing and smiling and continuing to follow the bear's orders until the room comes to resemble a nursery or little kid's room more than anything. Even the bed is replaced by a big oversized crib.

"But where will I sleep?" asks Andy, his face smeared with tea cakes.

"Aww, the two baby boyfriends will look adorable in their crib, don't you think?" asks WooWoo bear.

"Yes, sir!" says the nearest porter. Sir? I realize that the respect - damn near reverence - paid to our stuffed animals did not end at the Zeiff factory gates. No, this whole town seemed to treat them as VIPs - very important plushies.

“Ah, here they are!” Says Woo Woo bear as the porters bring in a dusty old bag of pull-ups and sets them beside a positive wall of diapers that had been building on the far wall by the changing table.

“Sorry, we had to go digging in the storage room for these. Not too many guests end up wearing them.”

“W-who are those for?” Asks Anthony.

“Who do you think?” Asks Woo Woo bear with a smirk. Anthony yelps as he’s pushed down onto his back and his pants and undies are pulled off. He’s now named below the waist and blushing furiously but he can do nothing to fend off the pack of plushies that hold him down. A small white and purple unicorn sits on his chest and smiles at him as two teddies pull up the thick crinkly pull-up over his legs all the way up to his waist. He looks down in horrowvegen they back away and sits up, who’s hands out like he can’t believe he’s really wearing them.

“Much better,” says the maître d', who has come to personally see to it that his guests are well accommodated and happy with our ‘arrangements’.

By the time all the staff leave us to our fate, the room has all the trappings of a nursery with enough diapers to last me a lifetime and enough security measures to ensure we never end up wandering off on our own. When the plushies finish feeding us our tea, they herd us along to the crib.

“I gotta go pee,” whines Anthony, who is doing the potty dance after all the tea they poured down our throats.

“Well,” says Woo Woo bear, pointing to a big blue potty chair in the corner, “You’d better hurry. Once you’re in the crib, you won’t be allowed out until naptime is over.”

“I can’t pee there!” he cries, blushing harder than ever. At least he has that option. I’m already wet and a teddy checks my diaper, declaring it should last through naptime, much to my embarrassment.

“Okay, then,” says Woo Woo bear. Into the crib you go!”

“No! Wait!” My boyfriend says. “I- …I’ll do it.” He glumly marches over to the potty chair and has to wait while a hippo and gorilla plush pull down his ‘big kid undies’, then he must listen to their instructions as they force him to go through the steps of going to the potty one by one.

“Okay little Andy, now sit down on the seat. Good boy! Go ahead and go tinkles. Don’t you have to go? You have thirty seconds and then we’ll check how much you made!”

Andy is red-faced and straining. “I c-can’t!” he says. I can hear the panic in his voice. At the last minute he manages to force out a stream of urine. The hollow plastic of the potty makes it obvious as the stream of urine drums against it. With a final squirt, it stops and all the plushies applaud like he’s accomplished some great feat.

“There we go!” says Toots badger. I’m so proud of my big buddy!

Anthony’s face twists up in a mix of pride and embarrassment as he’s stood up, his peepee given a couple shakes by the gorilla, and his pull-ups are pulled back up for him. Soon he joins me in the crib and the two of us are pacified and put down for our naps.

We are totally exhausted by this ordeal and end up falling asleep fairly quickly as a lullaby plays out of a mobile spinning above our heads.

-Written By ChampTehOtter