Published: October 15th 2021, 5:47:11 pm
Hello all you crinkly critters! Here's the next winning theme from this month's story poll - Trick or treat! I updated and put the first one up here as well, so I hope you enjoy. Part one reminded me of a theme I should totally have included in this month's poll - costume shop! How fun would that be? Enjoy the free-write! -Champ
Daily Free-Write October 31, 2020: Regress-or-Treat
"Come on, baby boy, let's go to the next house."
The big bear toddled forward as he was led by the hand. He could feel the diaper pressing against his tush, his little shorts and tiny t-shirt doing nothing to hide the bulk.
He felt Daddy's hand nudge him forward toward the door of the next house.
"Go on, baby Beremy... don't be scared!" The teenage bull spoke in an enthusiastic voice to encourage the little one forward. "Daddy will be right here."
An elderly goose opened the door holding a bowl of fun size candy bars.
"Well, I'll be," she laughed, looking at the blushing 40-year-old bear in shorts and a t-shirt. "They get bigger and bigger every year! And what does your shirt say, little boy?"
"Go on, sweetie, tell the nice lady," said Daddy.
Beremy looked down, silent for a minute. Then, he looked back up and said in a low voice,
"It... it says... awwww-wooo. And... that's a werewolf above."
"Aww, well it's very cute." The woman wagged her finger. "But I don't like to see a pouty face on my trick or treaters. Now can I get a smile from the little boy? ... If I get a smile, you'll get two pieces of candy. Otherwise just one."
Beremy wanted that candy, so he gave a shy smile.
"There's a good boy! There you go!"
As soon as he had the candy, Beremy ran and hid behind his Daddy, peeking out at the old lady from behind him.
"He's a little shy," said the Bull, who looked to be in his late teens.
"It's fine. You keep him out of trouble. Good night you two."
"See?" said Daddy, as they walked off to the next house. "I don't see what you were so worried about."
"H-how come I gotta wear the costume? This was supposed to be your costume!"
"I know, baby boy, but Daddy's too smart to fall for those tricks. That's why I put it on you!"
"B-but I don't wanna trick or treat lookin like a baby." said the big bear, pouting.
"Well, that's too bad, sweetheart, because then you won't get all the yummy candy!"
"No, Daddy! I want the candy!"
"Okay, little one." said the bull, stifling laughter. "You can trick or treat. But only if you're good."
"What do I hafta do to be good, Daddy?"
"Give Daddy a kiss on the cheek and tell me how much you love bein' my baby boy."
Beremy whined. "But I'm supposed to be the Daddy!"
"But you're so cute like this, little boy! I think I might just hafta keep you like this."
"Noooo," said the bear, balling his hands into fists and making a sad face.
Daddy could sense a tantrum coming.
"Don't cry, baby boy. Look, I'll bet that old nursery has lots of good candy. So strange... I thought it was abandoned, but the lights are on. Let's check it out!"
The bear looked around. He had no idea how they had wandered past all the houses of the neighborhood, but sure enough, they were standing in the parking lot of the old nursery - the one he went to when he was just a cub.
Daddy knocked on the door, then tested it.
"Huh. It's unlocked. Let's go in!"
"Daddy... I don't wanna go in...it's spooky!"
"Oh, silly boy. Come on, there's nothing spooky about a daycare. Look, let's ask the lady at the front desk."
Inside, a teenage bunny was chewing gum and flipping through a magazine. She looked up when they approached.
"Oh hey. Welcome back to Happy Cubs Daycare. Hey, Little Beremy."
"B...Buntanya?" asked Beremy. He recognized this girl from when he used to go here, and this girl was the spitting image, but it wasn't possible.
"Of course, cutie! Who else would it be? Oh! Hi, there. You're new!" Buntanya turned to Daddy as if just now seeing him.
"Hi. Uh... Happy Halloween! My little guy and I are trick or treating and..."
"Oh, yes," replied the girl at the desk. "Why don't you two stay for our Halloween party? Sign in right here. Your little one can play with the others his own age, and you and me can hang out a bit too!" She gave the bull a wink.
Daddy looked and saw Beremy's name was already on the sheet. He shrugged and signed. The name glowed orange for a second, then settled turning black again.
"Very good!" said the bunny, her eyes glowing red .Beremy saw it, but Daddy was still looking down at the sheet.
"Daddy! Daddy!" said Beremy, tugging at the bull's sleeve. "We hafta get outta here!"
"Don't be silly, little guy! We'll miss the party!"
They followed the bunny deeper into the nursery, where the noise of cubs running and playing filled the air.
"Gotta have a costume for the party!" said the bunny, holding up a diaper. Daddy just nodded as if it made total sense, and laid himself on a big changing table against the wall.
Where had that diaper come from, wondered Beremy. The bear was very nervous now as he watched his Daddy getting diapered up. The bull began to suck his thumb as soon as the crinkly cushion was in place and the last tape closed around his waist.
"Ohh, is somebody a cute little boy?" asked the bunny. "Well, that's so sweet! You'll be a great addition to our daycare. And thank you for bringing Beremy back, little guy. Some little ones get away and try to grow up, but they always come back sooner or later.
The terrified bear tried to run away, but his diaper began to feel thicker and thicker as he ran, dragging him down more and more until he was forced to crawl away. He stopped and looked up when a pair of white furry legs blocked his way.
"Ah, ah, ah!" said Buntanya. "Little boys can't leave the daycare unsupervised. Don't worry, we know how to make our fussy babies little again when they return. Come with Buntanya."
Beremy was led to the changing table, where 'Daddy' was still sitting, drooling and sucking his thumb. That's how he intended the bull to end up, but he didn't plan to be wearing a diaper himself. Buntanya handed the bull off to a young feline caretaker named Kattya, who sat him down in a big playpen and handed a set of stacking rings. Beremy was then strapped down to the table and his tiny shorts were pulled down to his ankles. He now saw why his diaper felt thicker - it was completely soaked!
"That's right baby boy, you need your diapees! And we'll keep you safe and diapered here until your parents come to pick you up. Now it's time to meet Mr. Buzz Buzz and let those big boy thoughts drain into your diaper. All the way gone." He pulled against the restraints, determined to resist this treatment at all costs.
"Oh, somebody's a tough customer huh? Well, we'll see how long you last Mr. Bear. If you can last past midnight, you'll get out of here a grown-up again!"
He looked over and saw that the clock read 11:55. Five minutes! He could make it. He had to. But the moment the wand touched the front of his diaper, he was overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Hnng!!" he bit his lip, resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back into his head. He looked back at the clock. 1 minute had passed. He began to sweat.
Four minutes later, the clock struck midnight, and the daycare faded away leaving only moonlight and empty walls. The two furs were left on a bare concrete floor, one crying.
The bull stood up and shook off his daze.
"Whoa... what the hell was that?"
He looked down at the little bear who had shrunk to actual toddler size.
"Oh dear... I was gonna take off your costume at the end of the night, but it looks like this might be a little more permanent than I thought."
As he carried the tiny bear away a pair of red eyes watched from the darkness. "You'll be back, little bull," a voice whispered. "See you next Halloween."
Daily Free-Write October 15, 2021: Regress-or-Treat 2
Continuation of October 31, 2020: Regress-Or-Treat
Abull was setting up for halloween while his cub played with his toys in the playpen. It had been a year since he had managed to escape Happy Cubs Daycare by the skin of his horns with his mind intact, and his would-be Daddy, Beremy, wasn't so lucky. Abull had adjusted well to fatherhood, as he took care of the regressed cub.
And the missing neighborhood bear? It seemed as if all record of his existence as an adult had disappeared. When Abull went to his old house, there was a totally different family living there. That was perhaps the spookiest thing of all.
But aside from the very creepy consequences of their last time trick-or-treating, Abull was doing well. Especially since he had a little help.
"Hey, sweetie," said his boyfriend, Birdtrand, walking into the living room and giving Abull a peck on the cheek. "Already decorating I see. Gee, aren't those chains and barricades a little realistic?"
"Yes," said Abull. "Very real. No way I'm going to get tricked into babyhood by some creepy ghost nursery, no way!"
"Oh, that old story," said Birdtrand, chuckling. He had heard over and over for the past year, and he just treated it as a quirk of his boyfriend's. Everybody had one.
"You know, you don't have to go out trick-or-treating," said Birdtrand, "I can take the little tyke."
"NO! No way. No way I'm letting them regress you to a little hatchling." said Abull, crossing his arms and throwing down his hands with a gesture of utter negation. Birtrand scoffed.
"But you know how excited Beremy is to go on his first trick-or-treat."
"Twik o tweet!" cried Beremy, who was now standing up holding onto the side of the playpen and looking at them intently.
"Oh boy, now I've done it," said Birdtrand. "Yes, sweetie. You'll get to have lots of fun but it's not time yet."
"Candy!"
"Yes, sweetie. You'll get candy."
"We can eat the candy here," grumbled Abull.
"No, that candy is for the kids," said Birdtrand, as if talking to a small child. Abull just dug in his hooves, sitting down and crossing his arms. "Now who's acting like a child? Don't be like that Abull. Just come out trick-or-treating. We won't go anywhere near that old nursery."
Abull shuddered at its mention. He was truly terrified of the place. He had even been known to take a completely out of the way route to work just to avoid driving by it.
"You promise?" he asked, looking at Birdtrand with doubt.
"I promise," said Birdtrand, touching his chest.
And so by 6pm, they were already heading out the door and very much in the opposite direction of the dreaded nursery.
"This house looks fun," said Birdtrand. "What do you think, little Beremy?" he asked the little bear cub, who was dressed in an adorable little glow-in-the-dark skeleton onesie with skeleton fur paint on his face. The skele-bear smiled.
"Candy!"
"You'd think that's the only word he knows," said Birdtrand out the side of his beak. Abull gave a weak chuckle, still feeling ill at ease about leaving the house on this of all days. "Okay, kiddo, let's go get you some candy."
The couple led the little bear down the path to his first house, each taking one hand, and who should open the door but an elderly goose. But how was that possible? Her house was the last one before the nursery...
"Well hello, there! It's you two again. And I see you've brought a friend. Am I going to get a smile from the little boy again?" she asked the bear, smiling. Abull was stunned she could remember when no one else seemed to.
"Yeah! Twick o tweet!" said the little cub, holding out his little pumpkin bucket and smiling big.
"Oh, such a happy little cub. Now you remember what that means right? That means two pieces of candy! Yay!" Beremy was so excited as she dropped two pieces of candy into his bucket. Then she turned to Abull and said, "And what about you honey? Am I gonna get a smile from you too, little calf?" Abull's stomach dropped into his hooves.
"I'm-I'm not a calf..." He felt an intense need to get away, and he began to pull Beremy away by the paw.
"Well, then I guess that means you'll only get one piece of candy," said the goose, looking disappointed. "But where's your bucket?" Abull didn't reply. He was already tugging Beremy away.
Birdtrand politely accepted the piece of candy. "Thank you ma'am," and hurried after them. Out on the sidewalk, finally out of sight of the goose, Abull stopped for a breather. Poor Bearemy was crying, having been pulled faster than he could comfortably walk, and rather roughly too.
"Geez, Abull. Don't hurt the little guy," said Birdtrand, hefting up the little bear in his wings and looking quite concerned. "She was just a senile old bird. She didn't mean anything by it. Look, she has no idea who you are. She even mistook Beremy for one of the kids from last year and this is his first time."
Abull was too shaken to respond. He just stood there and stared into space, his hooves crossed, shivering.
"Okay, let's go home," said Birdtrand, seriously getting concerned about his boyfriend's condition.
"You mean it?" asked Abull, coming back to reality. Birdtrand just nodded and led him away, still carrying a sniffling Beremy on one arm.
Abull was starting to feel better as they walked further away from the old Goose's house. Maybe it was just her mind going. In any case, he was happy he was finally going home.
"Ok. Here we are!" said Birdtrand.
"Wait, we can't be home alread-" Abull looked up and nearly dropped a cow pie. Once again they were standing in the parking lot of the Happy Cubs Daycare.
"Look! They're open! Let's go inside and see if they have any candy for the little guy." Beremy smiled and clapped. "Aww, see? He's feeling all better at the first mention of candy. My silly cub." Birdtrand nuzzled Beremy's head fur with his beak.
"Noooo!" yelled Abull. "Not again! Come on," he said, pulling at Birdtrand's wing with all the force he could muster. His hands just slipped off of the feathers, pulling a couple loose and landing him on his asphalt.
"You can wait out here, then, if you're gonna be that way," said Birdtrand, walking toward the door.
"Wait, no! Don't go in there!" yelled Abull, as he picked himself off the pavement, but by then it was too late. The door closed behind his two companions. "Come out! Come back!" he yelled, but they didn't.
He stood there on the concrete, shivering - but not from the cold. What was he going to do now?