Dollies, by Morpher

Chapter 3
Chapter Three

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Chapter Description: By Morpher

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Three

“To the start of a new family!”

 

“Cheers!”

 

The two champagne flutes clink together as the couple toast to their future. Both Stuart and April wear bright smiles as they sit across from each other in the expensive, lively restaurant. They’ve come a long way since they started seeing each other ten months ago, April now proudly wearing the engagement ring Stuart had given her that day nearly half a year back.

 

April can’t believe that in just a little less than a month, she’ll never have to deal with her high-stress job ever again. And more importantly, she’ll be able to start over with Victor. Or ideally, Victoria: Stuart still hasn’t told her the verdict yet.

 

As if he can read his fiancée’s mind, Stuart starts to speak. The restaurant is thankfully loud enough to avoid them being overheard, so he has few reservations about discussing their private matters. Still, for safety he uses a hushed voice. “They said they are willing to approve it. You know, involving Victor.”

 

April’s already bright eyes light up as she brings her hands to her mouth. She’s overcome with excitement, overcome with the joy of being able to raise up the daughter she wanted. And this time, she can do things the right way.

 

“However.”

 

April’s heart nearly misses a beat. She knows she should have expected a condition, though: Stuart had hinted that Parkdale would want something in return from them.

 

“Let me guess, money? That won’t be a problem.”

 

“Actually, that isn’t it.” Stuart explains as he holds April’s hands. “They’re willing to make Victor a girl, so long as we raise up another girl too.”

 

April is silent for a moment. “Two girls?”

 

“Yeah. I knew it-”

 

Stuart is silenced as April tightens her grip on his hands, a few tears leaking out of her eyes as a lovely squeal of joy leaves her lips. “That sounds wonderful! I-I’ve always adored little girls, Stuart! Oh, they’ll be twins!” The very thought of holding two baby girls in her arms is almost enough to cause April to explode with delight as she smiles brightly.

 

Stuart lets out a sigh of relief before he smiles as well. And here he had thought that April might be against the idea. “Well then, I don’t think there will be a problem.”

 

“Are you kidding!? It’s like they are rewarding me!” April laughs, the middle-aged woman acting much younger than she appears to be. Stuart smiles, knowing that her inner age is what matters to him. And soon, her body will match it. He can’t wait for that.

 

“It’ll be tough though, the two of us raising two little girls.” Stuart admits as he takes another sip of his drink.

 

“But it’ll be well worth it. Stuart, I can’t thank you enough for all of this. Letting me start over with Victor, proposing to me, making all of these arrangements…you really are a dream come true.”

 

“Geez, you’re making me blush.” Stuart laughs, the young man wishing that the heat would leave his cheeks behind.

 

“So who is this other girl?”

 

“Well, she’s a woman right now.”

 

“Oh!”

 

“Yeah, similar case to Victor I guess,” Stuart explains. “She’s actually an agent of Parkdale. One responsible for regressing many down into infants.”

 

April looks confused. “Then why is she being changed?”

 

“It’s hard to say for sure. I’ve only met her a few times in the past, but she seemed nice enough. Apparently she has some behavioral issues though, according to some of the higher ups. They say she isn’t financially responsible, and has made many poor judgment calls of late. And given the nature of Parkdale…”

 

“Oh, I see.” April has kept her promise of secrecy to Stuart, but she can imagine how problematic things might be if an agent leaked information about the town out to the rest of the world. “So, do you know much about her?”

 

“I’ve been looking into her past. Her name’s Viola. Apparently she had quite an episode when she learned she was adopted by her foster family. Hey, what are you laughing about?”

 

“Viola and Victoria…it’s perfect!”

 

Stuart chuckles himself as he notes the alliteration: perfect for twins. “She has quite an obsession with the movie Mary Poppins, even fashioning herself as a nanny of sorts as she does her business. She’s very pretty too.”

 

“Prettier than me?”

 

“No way!” Stuart says at once, the grin on April’s lips informing him he’s made the right call.

 

“Give me a month or so, Stu. You’ll be able to see me in my prime.” She practically growls at him. “Who knows, maybe we won’t just have two girls for that long,” she adds with a wink.

 

Stuart blushes as he chuckles nervously. “Maybe. But let’s give the two a few years before we think about more kids, okay? Don’t want to overwhelm ourselves.”

 

“Right, right.” April smiles at the thought of being young again. Perhaps even pregnant again. “Anything else I should know about her?”

 

“I’ll be able to tell you more once I actually go and change her. I have a way with people. But I’m going to treat her like she’s actually my daughter, and raise her right. That’s a promise. The same is true for Victor too of course.”

 

“Sounds good…oh, I can’t wait to have my little baby back…although I suppose it won’t be quite the same, huh?”

 

Stuart nods. “Anything I should know about your son?”

 

April thinks before giggling. “He was quite the pooper!”

 

“All babies are, April. Believe me, coming from Parkdale I know.”

 

“Even more so than other children! You wouldn’t believe the frequency at which he had to go potty! I did call him my poopy prince for a reason!”

 

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“Viola, wake up.”

 

The little blonde girl lets out a sleepy yawn as she rubs her eyes. Part of the girl wants to remain in the big, comfy bed she’s currently lying in, wants to cuddle up under the blankets and fall back to happy dream land.

 

Victoria, however, won’t have it. She shakes the blonde, causing Viola’s eyes to finally snap open.

 

And what the girl sees is enough to make her realize the severity of their situation.

 

Standing in a cute little Ariel-themed nightgown is Victoria, the freckle-faced redhead looking no older than five. She’s holding back some tears, Viola unable to tell whether they are due to fear or frustration. Her hair remains as long as ever, falling down all the way to her waist. She certainly looks younger too, a bit more baby fat on her face and more innocence in her eyes.

 

Viola knows she’ll regret it, but she looks down at herself. Her nightgown seems to better resemble Cinderella’s famous blue dress, the girl able to quickly ascertain that she’s the same age as the redhead. She feels her blonde locks brush against her shoulders as she shakes her head in mild disbelief.

 

“We got younger.” It’s obvious to the both of them, but Viola feels the need to say it.

 

“Uh huh. I remember more now,” Victoria says. “You tried to warn me yesterday, but my head was all funny. It still is,” she admits with a sad sigh.

 

“What do you remember?” It’s getting harder and harder for Viola to remember things about herself and the girl before her too. She knows that she’s supposed to make Victoria into a baby, but she’s certain that she isn’t supposed to be getting younger too. She needs to find a way to escape and return to her original age. If only she could remember what exactly that was.

 

“I used to be older,” Victoria says.

 

“How old?”

 

“Ummm…” The redhead looks like she might tear up as she thinks about it. “I’m supposed to be a big girl,” she finally says.

 

Viola nods. Her memories seem to indicate the same as well. “The dolls are making us littler.”

 

Victoria nods. She remembers her conversation with the girl yesterday, at least most of it. “When I woke up this morning, Brittany was gone. I think your friend took them.”

 

Stuart is certainly not someone Viola considers a friend, but as she thinks back on her little fib to the redhead she decides it best to remain silent on their actual relationship. “Yeah. He’s probably getting the dolls to make us even younger. Probably babies.”

 

This new knowledge sends Victoria into a panic. “What do we do?”

 

“I’m still trying to figure that out,” Viola admits. Her options are very limited at the moment. As far as she can tell, the entirety of Parkdale is now intent on seeing her in diapers without a clear thought in her head. She needs to get out of the town, maybe contact the Arast family for help, or cause a media storm surrounding Parkdale. As long as she can be protected, she’ll figure things out. She’s sure that given time, the rest of her memories will come back to her.

 

The question is, how do they escape?

 

“I was worried when you weren’t in your bed. It smells like pee.”

 

Viola blushes as she recalls her embarrassing incident from the previous night. “Sorry. Abi…the dumb doll made me do a lot of stupid things.”

 

“Me too. I had to pee a lot yesterday too.”

 

“Seems our bladders are going quickly. Terrific.” Viola sighs, the little girl getting out of bed now as she sighs. “Stuart is going to give us the dolls as soon as he gets back. Is it still raining out there?”

 

Victoria nods in the affirmative, both girls giving a little start as the sound of distant thunder booms in the background.

 

“Great. That’s going to make getting out of here even harder. But I’d gladly get sick if it meant keeping my mind all together. Listen Vicki, I’ll try and think up a plan today, okay? But we really need to focus on not letting our dolls affect us.”

 

Victoria frowns. “I’m not sure how.”

 

Viola nods, before blinking. “That’s right. Brittany doesn’t have any effect on me. It’s probably the same for you and Abigail. What if we switched dolls?”

 

“But we’d still have to look at them.”

 

“Right.” Viola sighs, before she figures it all out. She’s so clever, she thinks with a growing grin. “Vicki, if we hide each other’s dolls and don’t tell each other where we put them, we might be able to buy some time. I bet Stuart will go looking for them, so at the very least it’s something.”

 

“Okay.” Viola smiles as Victoria agrees to go along with her. She knows it isn’t much of a plan, but at least it’s something. And anything is better than being changed into a nappy-messing baby.

 

“Girls? Where are you?” Stuart has arrived back. Both girls look quite nervous as they leave his bedroom. It’s only a matter of time before they see him, so they might as well get it over with.

 

It’s horrifying for Viola, knowing that she’s going to become even younger. What will she remember? Will she and Victoria be able to stick to the plan? Heck, will they even have a moment of clarity before they’re made even younger? The fact that they regressed further overnight tells Viola either that the dolls aren’t the only things at work, or that they work on a different level entirely.

 

Stuart greets the two girls with a warm smile. “Good morning, girls.”

 

“Morning!” Victoria chirps, the girl playing along despite her obvious jitters. Viola says the same, the girl almost disarmed by the love shimmering in Stuart’s eyes. She remembers how sweet and caring he was the previous night, remembers how she had cuddled up next to him and fallen asleep after her big accident.

 

She thinks on it no more. It was all obviously to lower her guard, she realizes.

 

“Guess what girls? Abigail and Brittany are back!” With a smile, Stuart pulls the two dolls from his small bag and hands them to the girls.

 

The effect is instantaneous as both girls hold the dolls, large, goofy smiles coming to their faces as they look upon them. Brittany continues to have red hair and freckles, but now she’s a baby doll wearing a diaper and a purple shirt. Abigail, while still blonde, has also been regressed to infancy, a pink shirt covering her top.

 

Viola giggles as she loses herself in her best friend, the girl not even realizing that her laughs are getting higher pitched as the years start to flee her body. She’s getting too big for her clothes again, but that doesn’t matter. She has her best friend.

 

“Abby loves Viola!” The doll squeaks in a very young voice.

 

“Viola loves-”

 

And then, with a deafening boom, the lights go out.

 

Two shrieks fill the air as both Viola and Victoria start to tear up, the house proving so dark without lighting that it’s hard to make out anything more than a few feet away.

 

Stuart is quick to act, pulling both girls into a hug. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay girls! I’m right here!”

 

Amidst the tears dripping down her eyes and fear gripping her heart, Viola manages to regain a little clarity.

 

And from what she can see in Victoria’s eyes amidst the darkness, she does too.

 

The darkness is enough to veil the dolls from the girls, Viola only feeling a brief tingle as she looks at Abigail. This is their chance.

 

Without missing a beat, the two girls swap dolls before they run off, Stuart letting out a surprised cry of “Girls!” as he tries to chase after them. Yet in the process he trips over Viola’s now discarded pants, the blonde hitting the ground with a loud “oof!”

 

Part of Viola wants to go back and make sure he’s okay, but this opportunity is too good to pass up. Holding Brittany tight to her chest, she does her best to navigate the darkened living room. She can’t believe how lucky she is: a few more seconds and she might have totally lost herself to Abigail. Yet it seems fate itself had intervened to aid her. And now, she is going to make sure she never sees that stupid doll again.

 

“Girls, where are you!?” Stuart sounds panicked amidst the dark, surprisingly so even. But Viola knows it’s all just an act. He just wants them to return to him so he can finish making them babies. That one interaction has already cost both girls two years, Viola doing her best to run around despite her smaller frame.

 

It isn’t long before she finds the ideal hiding place. She quickly stuffs the doll in the cupboard under the sink, moving some dish soap in order to block it. With a satisfied smile, she returns to the other room.

 

“Viola! Thank God!” Viola blinks as she’s pulled into an incredibly tight hug, the little girl honestly surprised by how much worry she senses in Stuart. Amidst the dark, she can even see the tears in his eyes as he trembles. “I was so worried…so worried something had happened…what if you had tripped or…”

 

“I’m fine,” Viola says, the girl hating how cute and young her voice now sounds.

 

“That’s good.” Stuart works to calm down before he lets go of his fellow blonde. “We need to find Vicki.” Taking Viola’s hand, the two continue to patrol the house, both calling out for the redhead.

 

It isn’t long before the girl is found, Victoria sitting half naked on the bottom of the steps. “My pants fell off.”

 

Stuart doesn’t care as he hugs her, his concern very sincere. “It’s okay, sweetie…come on, careful up the stairs. We’ll find you both some new clothes.”

 

 

It’s about thirty minutes later when the lights flicker back on. The girls have managed to fully dress themselves during that time, the two looking up at the ceiling as the light returns to life. Stuart lets out a sigh.

 

“That was scary. Okay girls, now we should…hey, what happened to Brittany and Abigail?” It’s only now that Stuart realizes the dolls are missing, something that bugs Viola. Shouldn’t that have been his first concern?

 

“I lost Abby,” she explains. “When it was all dark and spooky, I dropped her!” Play up the innocent young girl thing, she thinks. Make him drop his guard. It’ll make things much easier in the end.

 

“Me too! I dropped Brittany!”

 

“Well, that’s no good. Come on, let’s go find them.”

 

The search begins as Stuart leads the little girls around the bottom floor of the house. Viola and Victoria both do their best to suppress their smiles, knowing that there’s no way Stuart will think to look in their hiding places.

 

“Nothing…do you girls remember when you dropped them? Or what it looked like around you? I know it was dark, but if you can remember anything it would help.”

 

Both girls shake their heads.

 

“Maybe we should still-”

 

“I’m hungry!” It’s Victoria who pipes up as she tugs on Stuart’s leg. “I wanna eat food!”

 

“Me too!” Viola is all too happy to reinforce the redhead. Whatever it takes to buy them more time.

 

Stuart blinks before nodding. “Okay. We can look for them later.”

 

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It’s around one in the afternoon, and Stuart still hasn’t found the dolls. Viola lets herself smile as she sits with Victoria, the two girls quietly conversing while Stuart continues to search for Abigail and Brittany.

 

“Any ideas?”

 

“Nuh uh.”

 

Viola sighs. It’s getting a lot harder to focus, her latest exposure to the doll having done quite a number on the both of them. She knows she’s older, but after that all the details are a mess. Still, the desire to escape and return to her original age is certainly there.

 

Stuart sighs as he returns to the girls. “Vicki, mind if I borrow Viola for a moment? I have to talk to her about mom and dad.”

 

So, he’s still playing the sibling game. Viola turns to Victoria as the redhead nods, her green eyes warning her to be careful. Of course, Viola is too smart to need such a warning as she follows Stuart into the kitchen.

 

Stuart turns around to look at her when the door shuts. “Do you remember much?”

 

“Uh huh.” Even though she’s fibbing a little, Viola decides to play along. “You’re not my brother. And I’m not supposed to be this little,” she squeaks.

 

There’s pain in Stuart’s eyes as he pats the girl on her head, Viola finding that the gesture feels a little too good and comforting as she steps back. “We need to stick to the plan, Viola. Remember, we’re trying to make Victoria into a baby, not you.”

 

“I don’t believe you!” Viola says as she points at the man. Emotions start to overtake her as she tears up. “You wanna make me a baby too!”

 

“Shhh!” Stuart tries to silence the girl with a nice hug, Viola trying to resist even as the warmth and comfort it offers helps soothe her. “This is all temporary, Viola. And it’s almost all over. Here,” he says as he reaches into another bag and pulls out a strange remote.

 

“What’s that?” Viola asks with a frown.

 

“It’s what’s going to make you older again. It’ll help restore your body and mind back to how they should be. But I’m not allowed to use it on you until-”

 

“I don’t believe you.” Viola turns away as she crosses her little arms over her chest.

 

Stuart sighs. “Look Viola, there are a lot of people high up on the ladder that want me to regress you, to make you, well, a baby again. People really, really high up.”

 

Tears start to sting in the little girl’s eyes as Stuart admits the town’s intent.

 

“But I really want to protect you, Viola. You’re a very special person. I know I haven’t really gotten to know you well, but I want to help you out. That’s why I asked that you should be able to be returned to normal.”

 

Viola doesn’t know what to believe. Even though Stuart looks concerned, she knows he has tricked her before. “Prove it,” she says.

 

Stuart sighs as he points the remote at the girl and starts to adjust some settings. “Your last assignment to regress someone wasn’t here, but in Disney World. You were responsible for changing the Arast twins into little babies. In addition, you made their sister younger too.”

 

Viola blinks. She had forgotten all about that, but now she remembers it rather clearly. Does that mean the remote really works? Does she really have a shot at being older after all? She knows Stuart might be tricking her again, but she doesn’t have many other options. She should at least hear him out.

 

“…what do you want me to do? I don’t want to be a baby.”

 

“I need you to help me find Brittany. Once Victoria is fully regressed, I’ll help you out. I promise.” Stuart says, even using his pinky to seal the deal.

 

Viola nods, the girl knowing that this really is her only shot. Her eyes focus on the sink, Stuart quick to follow her gaze.

 

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good…now, here’s the plan. I know you aren’t going to like it, but it might be the best way.”

 

“What are we going to do?”

 

Stuart smiles. “Make Victoria make a classic Parkdale Poopy, silly.”

 

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Victoria is worried as she sits on the couch. Stuart called Viola away a few moments ago, and because of the closed door she can’t hear anything. What if he tries and makes her younger? What if he found Abigail?

 

The girl trembles on the comfy couch. No, that can’t be it: she’s been with Stuart ever since the doll hurt started, and neither blonde nor redhead has been located so far.

 

It’s a few minutes before the door opens, Victoria’s head turning to see who has emerged. It is Stuart who now approaches her with a smile, Viola nowhere to be seen.

 

“Where’s Viola?” She asks.

 

“On the phone with our parents.” Stuart smiles as she takes a seat next to the girl. “Are you holding up okay, sweetie?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, it’s been a while since you’ve seen your mommy, hasn’t it?”

 

Victoria realizes that Stuart speaks the truth. Try as she might, it’s hard for her to think up recent times where the beautiful red-haired woman has been around. A few tears gather in her eyes. She misses her a lot

 

“And I know you don’t have a daddy, right?” There’s genuine sorrow in Stuart’s voice as he gives the girl a little hug.

Victoria tries to fight back the tears, but her new little body wants to let them out. “U-Uh huh…”

 

“Poor girl. Such a poor, precious girl you are, Vicki…I’d be honored to be your father.” He says as he holds her close.

 

Victoria is torn between panic and comfort as Stuart admits this, although before she can say anything Stuart lets go. “Oh right, Viola wanted you to meet her upstairs in the bathroom. She says it is girl’s stuff, so I’m not allowed to come.”

Victoria frowns. When did Viola manage to sneak upstairs? Maybe she went the way that didn’t involve passing through the living room. Still, it’s odd. With a little nod she leaves Stuart behind, the girl climbing up the stairs as she looks around for her friend.

 

“Vicki, in here!” Viola pokes her head out the master bedroom door before retreating within. The redhead follows, passing through the room until she reaches the bathroom.

 

Viola shuts the door with a smile, although Victoria only knows confusion as she gazes upon the blonde.

 

“Viola, why are you wearing a diaper?”

 

Viola smiles, the girl currently wearing nothing on her body save a large, disposable diaper. “Because we need to get younger!”

 

“Huh!? N-No!” Victoria cries out, the girl’s eyes filling with fear as Viola states her objective. “We’re supposed to be older, remember?”

 

Viola giggles happily. “No, we gotta be babies! It’s part of the plan!” She says, the girl looking a little out of it now that Victoria realizes it. Did something happen to her?

 

“No! I don’t wanna be a baby!” She whines as she shakes her head.

 

Viola just keeps giggling. “You won’t be for real! We just need to look like babies!” She says as she hands the girl a diaper. “Take off your clothes!”

 

“No!” Victoria says, her face turning red as she shakes her head.

 

Viola finally calms down enough to talk about her plan. “Stuart wants to help us, silly! He wants to get us out of town before our minds become stupid little baby ones! But to do that he needs us to pretend like we’re good little babies!”

 

Victoria frowns. The plan makes enough sense, but she thought Stuart wasn’t on their side. It’s all rather confusing, especially for a three year old to take. Even if she knows she’s older than that.

 

“I thought Stuart was trying to make us little?”

 

“Only so that we can sneak out! Come on Vicki, we’ll just be pretending! Besides, it’s comfy!” Viola giggles as she waddles around a little in the diaper.

 

Victoria isn’t sure about this, but Viola has only tried to help her so far. With a little nod, she strips down. Viola helps get the diaper on her.

 

“Now what?” Victoria asks. Just being in the diaper makes her feel silly, the girl suddenly feeling her once faint need to use the toilet growing. Thankfully it’s only a few feet away.

 

“Now I give you this!” Viola giggles as she opens the cupboard beneath the sink and hands Victoria a doll.

For a brief moment, Victoria keeps her clarity. “Y-You said we-”

 

“Heehee, I love you, Vicki!” Whether it’s because Brittany’s giggles are infectious or simply because she’s looking straight at the red-haired baby doll, Victoria finds a big smile pulling at her face as she starts to giggle herself. The sounds get higher, even cuter as the seconds pass, Victoria shrinking down as the world around her grows. Her long red hair, while still long for a baby, doesn’t reach nearly as far down her body anymore, a body now covered with baby fat. She’s far too small for the large diaper now, the girl sitting atop the cushy thing as she giggles. Such a nice dolly she has!

 

Her attention is briefly captured, however, as Viola starts to giggle. “Heehee, good Vicki! Now you’re going to be a real baby!”

 

Vicki frowns. There’s enough clarity within her head to know she’s been tricked, even though her general knowledge about the world seems ready to flee her body. “Noh baybeee,” she squeaks.

 

“Really? You certainly look like one!” Viola says as she giggles. “Oh, I know! Once you make a big poopy in your diaper, then you’ll feel like one too!”

 

The mention of messing herself seems to only increase the girl’s fecal urgency, Vicki knowing that she’s not supposed to poop in her diaper. She knows that it’ll be bad, even if it seems like it might be natural, and even fun!

 

“Your mommy wants you to make a nice big poopy, Vicki!”

 

The mention of her mommy causes Vicki to think about the beautiful woman, a smile coming to her face. “Mwammy?”

 

“That’s right! Your mommy wants you to make big lovely poopies like you always do! You are her poopy princess!”

 

That title seems familiar to Vicki, the girl thinking about her lovely mother and how happy she gets when she makes a big poopy. All resistance slips away as she pushes with a little grunt, the girl’s green eyes glassy as she messes the sprawled out diaper beneath her. She just giggles happily, flailing her dolly around as all big girl thoughts fade away, replaced with happy pink sparkles, sunshine and unicorns.

 

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Viola grins as she looks at the messy baby girl before her. She really did make a big poopy! Stuart told her that her mommy calls her a “poopy princess,” and she finds that a name like that works.

 

It was easy, getting Vicki to get into a nappy and poop herself. She smiles, glad that Stuart had trusted her enough to let her do it. And now Vicki is a baby again, sitting in a big, smelly diaper with Brittany in hand.

 

Viola looks down at herself. She’s wearing a diaper too, but she knows she isn’t really a baby. And now since Vicki is an infant again, she won’t have to be one. She feels so happy, so many soft giggles leaving her lips. She’s felt that way ever since Stuart gave her some of that medicine downstairs, but she doesn’t think much on that. Now she can be a big girl again!

 

Stuart opens the door and smiles at the sight that greets him. “You did it, Viola! Oh, just look at how precious she is!”

 

“She made a poopy!” Viola happily announces as Stuart approaches the infant.

 

“She really is a poopy princess, huh?” Stuart says as he smiles at the girl, kissing her on the cheek. It seems to excite the baby, Vicki happily babbling even as she drools a little. “Daddy loves you so much, Vicki. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a nice diaper change real soon.”

 

“Okay, change me now! I wanna be big again!”

 

“Okay, hold on.” Stuart says as he returns to the door. He brought a bag with him, one that Viola knows has the special remote that will make her big again.

 

“Hmm…it’s not this…” Stuart pulls something out of the bag, placing it behind the bag in a way that Viola can’t see it.

 

“Hmm…it’s not in here!”

 

Viola no longer feels so excited. “What do you mean it’s not?”

 

Stuart just smiles as he stands up. “I must have left it downstairs. I’ll be right back to make you big again, okay Viola?”

 

“Okay.” Relief floods the girl, and not the kind she urgently needs for her bladder. After all, she had eaten quite a lot during brunch. She turns to the toilet, the girl proud that she knows how to use it. Unlike Vicki: she just poops her nappies.

 

Stuart lifts up the bag as he leaves. Viola smiles, before her eyes settle onto the thing that Stuart had removed from the bag.

 

It’s Abigail.

 

Part of her wants to know how he found the doll, while another part of her wants to look away right away. She feels funny, feels the world around her getting even bigger as she toddles over to the doll, Viola unable to stop herself as she picks it up and smiles.

 

“I love you, Viola!”

 

“I wuv wu, Abbwy!” It’s so much harder to talk now! Viola giggles as she sits on the ground, before an increasingly rare wave of clarity sweeps through her mind. No, she has to get rid of the doll! The now two year old drops it, trying to look away.

 

Only for her eyes to settle on Vicki. Sniffing the air, Viola gets a good whiff of the poop, and for some reason finds that she wants to make a big poop too! She just needs to push it all out of her bum and the funny feeling in her tummy will go away.

 

But a few remaining scraps of her mind tell her she can’t, tell her that doing that will be the end of everything. She just needs to concentrate, focus on-

 

“Heehee, I made a poopy!” It’s Abigail’s angelic voice that breaks her focus, Viola giggling as she hears of her doll’s accident. If her favorite dolly can make poopies, maybe she should too!

 

It’s the loud fart that leaves Vicki that seals the deal, Viola left a giggling, happy mess as she sits on her bottom and pushes. Just as the large mess of poop fills the seat of her diaper, so too does thirty years of knowledge push out of her mind. But she’s so happy now, sitting in her smelly, warm nappy! The mushy feeling is really nice, especially as she bounces her little butt to create an even bigger mess!

 

Stuart walks back into the room, a smile on his loving face. “Now we have two poopy princesses, huh?” He coos as he goes over to Viola, the little girl giggling happily as the nice man approaches. He has hair the same color as her!

 

“Daddy is going to make everything better, Viola…because daddy loves you very much.”

 

Viola smiles at the man. She doesn’t understand a lot of what he’s saying, but she knows that daddy is someone she loves very much. Viola doesn’t even notice that she’s making a tinkle too, the once-nanny now sitting in a very full diaper as she giggles.

 

 

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