Daily Free-Write September, 2, 2020

Today's free-write is silly and weird. I chose circuses as the theme and at some point I just through seriousness out the window. Sometimes it helps to write as silly or as badly as possible to let the ideas come out. One day I think I will write a silly circus story! Diapered circus predicaments sound fun to me! There are so many possibilities for regression, transformation, or just plain getting diapered! You've got the hypnotist, the magician, the ringleader, and of course those rascally clowns! 

Story 1: The acrobat

"Hey guys, look at me!"

Cinnamon! Get down from there!

"I'm fine! I can balance, see?"

The weasel balanced on one hand on top of the kitchen chair.

"This is not the circus, Cinnamon!" said the turtle, whose house we was staying in while the circus was shut down for social distancing measures. 

"I do this all the time, Shelder. You worry too muuuuwhoaaaaahhH! Oof!" The ferret tumbled down as the chair slid on the wood floor of the breakfast nook. 

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" wheezed the weasel, "I know how to fall... I'm just... gonna take a nap..."

"NO, don't do that, Cinnamon. You could have a concussion. Oh dear."

A quick trip to the ER - well as quick as it could be - and the doctor confirmed that the weasel indeed had a mild concussion. But there was something else. He was peeing blood. 

"I think you might have landed on your bladder bone, said the doctor."

"Oh dear," said Shelder, "what does that mean?"

"It means he might have to wear lots of diapers from now on."

"Oh no!" said the weasel

"Oh no!" said the turtle

"Oh no!" said the doctor who was also a turtle. "Oh, wait, I'm the doctor. Then, yes. I'm afraid it's permanent!"

They drove back to Shelder's house in silence - well, aside from the crinkle of the diapers the doctor put him in. And the conversation that they had on the way. 

"Well, it's lucky the hospital sent you home with a lifetime supply of diapers!"

"I know!" said the weasel, "I just wish I didn't have to wear them for a lifetime!"

"Well, there are worse things," said the turtle.

"Oh yeah, like what?" retorted the weasel.

"I can't think of any right now, but I'm sure there are." said the turtle, nodding his head sagely.

"Like that helps. I totally didn't deserve this," said the weasel. "All I was doing was performing tricks on the furniture!"

"Well, don't do it again." said the Turtle. 

As soon as they got hom, however, the weasel did another handstand on the nook chair.

"Hey! Lookie lookie! I think I've got it this time! Oh no, wait, I forgot to adjust for the weight of the diaper... baby go boom!" and he fell. Right on his butt bone.

"Well, I'm afraid your butt bone is permanently damaged. You're going to poop yourself uncontrollably from now on! Here's some more diapers!" said the turtle-doctor, patting the weasel on the shoulder. The weasel just babbled like a baby.

"Oh, and you hit the adulty part of your brain so now you are a baby brain forever. Oh wait, I guess you can't understand me now." He turned to Shelder and said, "Your friend is now a big baby. Sorry! I gotta go on my lunch now. But here's a lifetime supply of baby stuff and cribs and whatnot."

They drove back in a car laden with baby furniture and a whole lot of whatnot. And more diapers. 

"Well, this is a pickle," said the turtle. "How will you go back to the circus now?"

Two weeks later the circus was set back up and they luckily found a place to the weasel - he may no longer be a star acrobat, but he became a big baby clown. And unfortunately even though he did heal up, regaining control of his bladder bone, his butt bone, and even the adulty part of his brain, the circus found the act so popular that he was stuck in thick diapers and dressed as a clown forever. 

"Please, I don't wanna be a diaper clown anymore!" He said, to the clown boss, Mr. Giggles.

"Buck up, Cheero! You're the new star of the show! Now go out there and break a bladder bone!"

The diaper clown waddled out for another humiliating performance being fed in a high chair rigged to fall apart, and pooping his diapers in surprise when he hit the floor. 

How would he ever escape his diapered fate? 

Story 2: The Clown 

"Hurry up, Filly!" said John-John the elephant. "You're gonna miss the show!"

"Ahh, don't worry about me," said the gorilla. "I'm just gonna snoop around. I wanna know how these circus types live!"

"I don't think that's a good Idea, Gilly" said the elephant, wagging his finger. 

"Oh fizzle, fazzle. You worry too much."

"Well, I'm going inside."

"Ffffine!" said the gorilla, reluctantly following behind. But as he went in, he saw the flash of a clown shoe and a rainbow wig disappearing into the employees only area. 

"Hey, what th-"

"I'm leaving Gilly," called the elephant.

"Coming! Coming," the gorilla replied, hustling after his friend. 

The show was indeed dazzling, but the gorilla was distracted. He couldn't get the idea of exploring the circus, and that strange glimpse he saw before he went inside only furthered his curiousity, and desire to explore the mystery of the circus. What was it like behind the scenes? Were they always dressed up back there? How do they fit that many clowns in a car anyway?" 

His thoughts suddenly veered as the clown car drove onto the center ring. As they jumped out, he found himself giggling and clapping, which was very unlike him. It was a goofy giggle that seemed to cut through the din of the circus and for just a moment he met the eye of one of the clowns - a clown with red shoes and a rainbow wig. The connection made the gorilla feel uneasy and he quickly looked away. 

"Hey, Ellie, I, uh... g-gotta go to the bathroom." 

"Okay, Gilly, hurry back though!"

The gorilla hustled out of the tent and collected his thoughts. 

"That was weird...what's with that guy, he makes me feel funny. Haha, funny. I get it." He giggled a soft and slightly goofy giggle to himself. Then something hit him. This could be the perfect opportunity to sneak in back and see what he could see. 

He looked around, and snuck through the tent flap to get to the employee's area.

Inside was a hall breaking off into smaller areas, each with a different theme. One was the animal room with many animals milling about in cages, another all about acrobatics with a practice wire strung up about a foot from the ground for the tightrope artists.

And then there was the clown room. His eyes widened at the plethora of fun colors and shiny objects inside. Animal balloons. Juggling balls. And just about everything else. He stepped inside, and looked around. There were even clown clothes here. He wondered what he would look like dressed as a clown. Without thinking it through, he put on the pair of clown pants with suspenders, the clown shoes, and a big blue wig. 

The clown nose completed the costume and he looked at himself in the mirror.   

Then something hit him. And this time it was physical. The world went black as he hit the floor. 

"You're missing an important part of the costume if you wanna be a clown." came a high voice off to his right.

"That's right, but don't worry. We'll show you how it's done." Came a low voice directly in front of him.

"Whaaa..? Ohh, my head..."

The gorilla slowly came to to see a roomful of clowns lounging around. One was casually smoking a giant cigar on the patchwork couch. Another was juggling balls almost as an after thought as he sipped on his coffee. 

"H-hey, what's going on?" He said, his head clearing a bit. "Why are you putting a diaper on me?"

Between his legs a portly clown hippo with a wide face smiled and brought up a cartoonishly thick diaper between his legs. Baloons and bright colors were featured on the taping panel, and a puff of baby powder wafted out the top as the clown brought it up tight. 

"It's part of the costume, silly," said the high voice, which came from a squirrel in a tutu. "How do you think we get the pants so big?"

"W-wha? I'm not a clown!" said the gorilla as the clown pants were brought up and the suspenders snapped back on. 

This was met with some derisive laughter from the clown on the couch and the juggler.

"Oh really?" said the hippo. "Take a look in the mirror, and say that."

The hippo brougth the gorilla to his feet and spun him around. His eyes went wide as he looked at himself in the mirror. He giggled uncontrollably. He WAS a clown! 

"Alllright you clowns! Line up!"

Everyone snapped to attention as the red-shoed clown in the rainbow wig strode in.

"Now that we have a new member in our ranks, we've gotta find him a role to play, and a name." 

"I'm not a clown!" giggled Gilly. "I'm gilly!" 

"Giggling gilly...gilly the giggler...hmm...ah! I've got it!" said the clown, smacking his forehead. "Giggles! Ehh? What do you all think?" 

His brilliant name choice was met with applause and a general murmur of approval. 

"I'm gilly, silly!"

"Shut up, giggles. Now what about the role? What can he do?"

"Ooh ooh I know! He could be the clown janitor!" said the diminutive fennec.

"How about a tumbler? said the juggler."

"No, no, he's clearly a baloon blower," said the cigar puffing clown whose lung capacity wasn't what it used to be. 

"I say make him a diaper baby!" Said the hippo, grinning his wide grin. 

As if on cue, the whole room reverberated with a loud fart, followed by a blort.

"Sorry," said giggles, blushing. "I guess I really did have to go!" 

The room erupted in laughter. 

"That's perfect! Perfect for the act!" said the rainbow headed leader. "Diaper baby giggles it is, then! Let's get started on the act!" 

"Uh, but hold on a second," giggles said with a light giggle. "I've gotta get going! Ellie will be waiting for me and.."

"Shut up, giggles!" said everyone at once, and they burst into more laughter.

"No time for that, young one. We've got to set up the act. Let's see, we'll need a crib, a giant bottle, a binky... could you get those out of the clown closet, tutu?" 

A week later, and giggles was still in the circus. Every time he tried to protest or leave he was stopped, and the act was extremely humiliating. He was made to mess and wet his diapers and basically be a bumbling baby in front of everyone. The worst was when they filled his diapers with pudding and made him jump down from the high chair and land on his tush, causing the pudding to splatter all across the ring. He new it was almost time for the circus to move on, and with it his last chance for escape, but would he ever make it out in time? He pondered this as he was changed out of his stinky diaper and put into his crib for his after-performance nap. 

"Sweet dreams, baby clown!" said the hippo, locking the top of the crib so there was no way out. The words of the rainbow-headed leader rang in his mind.

"You're a natural kid, and you're gonna be here for a long long time."