The Magic Collar - Part Three

Belle touched the small, cold disc of metal that hung from her collar, pressing it between her thumb and index finger. She had to remind herself of the magic in the air, the enchantment that was working on her, or she’d probably die of embarrassment.

“Wow, baby,” Vera teased, waving a hand in front of her nose. “Blame this on the magic, you really did a number on your diaper.”

Squirming, Belle covered her face with a hand. “Vera…”

“What, you thought I wouldn’t notice the accident you had? I’m the one who has to clean it up, you know.” Vera made a ‘tsk’ sound with her tongue. “Besides, you’re cute when you blush.”

Belle had been surprised by the spare diaper and wipes stowed away in Vera’s picnic basket, but now that she was laid out on the blanket, ready to have her diaper changed in the middle of a park, the rush of embarrassment and excitement persuaded her to keep going.

“Now this may take me a little while, I haven’t done this before,” Vera said, unsnapping the flap over Belle’s shortalls and repeating the process with her baby blue onesie. “Not on any babies this big, at least.”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Belle blushed, looking up at the sky.

“Oh, you’d rather I be all somber and serious?” Vera straightened and made a comically professional face. “Ah, yes, it seems here that I have the responsibilities of changing this baby’s diapers. I shall do as duty requires me.”

Belle snickered. “‘Duty’.”

Vera rolled her eyes. “See, I know that wasn’t the magic, you’re just a child sometimes.”

She untaped Belle’s diaper, wrinkling her nose a bit but preserving her smile. “Just a warning, these wipes may be cold.”

Producing a wipe, Vera began to clean up Belle’s bottom, taking her time and doing a thorough job. Once she’d cleaned the front area, she pulled away the diaper and had Belle lift up so she could clean the back. It took a score of wipes, but she got it all done, wadding up the refuse and shoving it all in a trash bag.

“Now, for a clean diaper,” she said, sliding on the new diaper beneath Belle. It was plain white, a slightly medical design with a yellow stripe down the center. She centered it beneath Belle’s hips, folded it over her, and stuck down the tapes.

With a little puff of color, the diaper’s design was replaced with a pretty image of a smiling lion, set against a cartoony sun. The new diaper felt a little thicker between Belle’s thighs, and she could faintly smell a slight tinge of perfume.

“There we go, all clean,” Vera said, patting the front of Belle’s diaper. “We’ll see how long my little Belle can keep it that way, though.”

Belle shuddered and bit her lip, and the collar jingled around her neck as both pleasure and release hit her, flooding the front of her diaper helplessly. She whimpered, while Vera pressed her hand into the front of the diaper, adding to both the embarrassment of the accident and the arousal of the other sensations. “Vera,” she whimpered.

“It’s alright, you couldn’t help it,” Vera teased. “I think your diaper will last a while longer, though, so we can keep it on for now.” She buttoned up Belle’s onesie and shortalls, helping her girlfriend sit up.

“Now what?” Belle asked. “You said you wanted to try something.”

Vera nodded. “That’s right. Do you remember where the shop was? The one that sold your collar?”

Belle nodded uncertainly. “Yeah, but…why do you ask?”

“I’ve heard enough spooky stories about shops selling weird magic objects,” Vera winked, standing up straight and stretching her back. “I want to go see if it’s still there.”

…

“Huh,” Vera said, scratching her head.

Belle stared. “Well, I don’t know what I expected.”

The gift shop was gone, as though it’d never been there. In its place, a mall daycare, a sign on the front advertising free childcare.

Strangely, there didn’t seem to be any children inside the nursery.

“Hi there!” A man a few years Belle’s junior walked up to the entrance, beaming at them. “Looking for a place to leave your tot so you can shop in peace?”

“Oh, no,” Vera said. “My Belle isn’t–” She hesitated, realizing she’d said Belle’s name a little too late.

Belle flushed, but couldn’t stop her body’s instinctual reaction. Her knees bent ever so slightly and her cheeks puffed out, pushing out muck into her diaper.

“Isn’t potty training?” the young man suggested. “That’s no problem, we change diapers too.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Vera said. “She’s shy, I’ve got to take care of her.”

“Well, alright,” he said. “But you’re welcome to use our changing tables, if you’d like.”

“Vera, this is weird,” Belle said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I think this is the same guy who was working at the gift shop.”

“Did there used to be a gift shop here?” Vera asked.

He tilted his head. “I have no idea what you mean, we’ve always been here.”

“He’s lying,” Belle said.

“Obviously,” Vera replied. “My Be–I was here a couple days ago and there was a gift shop right here. She got a necklace.”

He crouched, looking Belle right in the eyes. “So you found your caretaker. That’s sweet.”

“Huh?” Belle and Vera said, in succession.

“Last time I sold that choker, the poor kiddo ended up at an orphanage. She grew back up–eventually, but she never did figure out potty training the second time.”

“Who are you?” Belle asked.

“That’s not a question that stinky little babies need to concern them with,” he said, standing to face Vera. “You, though, you’re interesting. You must have found out you could take her collar off, but then you put it back on? Why?”

Vera glanced down at Belle, squeezing her hand. “She asked me to.”

“Interesting.” He smiled, showing teeth. He no longer looked younger than Belle, despite his physical appearance remaining static. “I’ve got something else I think you’ll enjoy then, little Belle.”

When he said her name, the collar didn’t jingle. Belle swallowed. “What is it?”

“A promise,” he said, simply. “I’ve never found a little one who didn’t hate what the collar did. You’re unique, so I want to try something.”

Belle didn’t trust him, but the curiosity pulled at her. “Okay? What is it?”

“Let me change your diaper, and you’ll find out,” he said.

Vera looked over at Belle, who met her eyes. Vera shook her head. “I don’t trust him.”

“Neither do I,” Belle said, letting go of Vera’s hand. Agreeing to this bargain was a bad idea on every level, a mistake, a foolish–”I’ll do it.”

“Belle–” Vera started, and Belle shuddered as pleasure ran down her spine, from the nape of her neck to the front of her mucky diaper.

Belle looked back at Vera, while the man led her by the hand into the nursery, towards the changing table.

“You love her,” he commented, taking Belle’s arms and lifting her up as though she weighed nothing.

“I…I guess,” Belle said. “We’ve never said it out loud.”

“I was making a statement, not a question,” he corrected. “If you didn’t share that bond, your collar wouldn’t be removable. You love her, and she loves you back.”

She crossed her arms tighter over her chest, defensively. “Why do you care?”

“I tinker with people,” he explained, simply. “To see how they react.” He unbuttoned her shortalls and onesie, getting to her full diaper. In contrast with Vera’s slow, loving change, he moved with smooth professionalism.

He also had baby powder.

“So what are you giving me?” Vera asked.

“Shh, when you’re done,” he chided. Sprinkling the last of the powder on, he folded her diaper in place, taping it down. “There. I’ve taken your potty training.”

Belle sat up in alarm. “What?”

“You enjoyed your diapers, but felt shame and social pressure to avoid them. I’ve taken away the option for you to give into that pressure, freeing you to wear what you want. And to be clear, no amount of effort will bring it back,” He smiled. “But that’s not the gift.”

Belle reeled. “Then what is?”

He lifted her up, set her back down on the ground. “You, my little Belle, get to make a wish.”

Her head spun, trying to comprehend everything. She’d be diaper-dependant forever, and what did he mean by–”A wish?”

“Just say it out loud. You could wish for your potty training back, I suppose, though that’d be a bit redundant. Go on, go see your caretaker. I need to close up shop anyways.”

Belle ran across the nursery floor, rushing into Vera’s arms. Vera pulled her into a hug. “Shh, it’s okay. What did he do?”

There was no fast way to summarize. Belle held onto Vera for a long breath, then pulled away. “I don’t remember how to use the… um. Sorry. I know this.” She put a hand to her head, searching her memories for the right word. “The potty? I know there’s another word for it, but…”

“The toilet?” Vera asked.

“Right! That’s it, the…potty,” Belle said. “He wanted me to need diapers all the time.”

She expected Vera to chide her for the mistake, rushing headlong into magic she couldn’t understand. Instead, Vera just pulled her into another hug. “Oh, sweet thing. I’m sorry.”

Belle didn’t feel upset, but she held onto the embrace. “There’s something else,” she said. “He…he gave me a wish.”

“A wish?” Vera asked. “What does that mean?”

Shaking her head, Belle turned to look back at the nursery. “I don’t–”

It was gone. In its place, a Hot Topic had been installed, operating as though it’d always been there.

“I don’t know,” Belle finished. “I assume it means what it says.”

Vera nodded. “Do you want to take off your collar and go home?”

Belle shook her head. “It…can stay on. But let’s go home.”

“Do you know what you’re going to wish for?” Vera asked.

At that, Belle nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”

The End.