Published: October 28th 2021, 2:01:02 pm
Here's a short story commission, done for an anonymous Patron.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Ari rolled his eyes, looking around the park with disdain.
"Shh!" Kim blushed, looking around at the parents giving her husband a side eye after his loud outburst. "We can go somewhere else, it isn't that big a..."
"No, I told you we were going for a walk here," Ari said stubbornly, "and that's what we're doing."
"W-We don't have to," Kim replied weakly, following him past the long line of children, all dressed up in their costumes, clutching bags.
She'd wondered if this might be the case when they saw how full the parking lot was, Ari grumpily musing out loud, "What's going on here?" although she hadn't said anything. She could have been wrong, after all, or maybe it was happening in some other part of the park, where they wouldn't run into it... And now, here it was, right on their path to their usual walking trail.
"Halloween isn't for another three days," Ari reminded Kim, and, by extension, everyone around them, not bother to lower his voice. "It's so stupid that they feel like they have to make it stretch on for so long... They have decorations up in the middle of summer, and now, what, they're handing out candy for a week straight?"
"It's during the week this year," Kim could feel the eyes of the parents on them, and part of her wished it wasn't so obvious that she was with Ari... They were married, but this was definitely one thing that they did not agree on. "So they have to do trick or treating some other time..."
"They did trick or treating yesterday!" he fumed. "There were kids begging at the door all night!" That was a exaggeration, to put it lightly; he'd made them keep the porch light off, so there were only a couple shy knocks, all of which he'd insisted they ignore. "Why are they doing this now? Do they need more candy?!"
Kim stared down at her feet, knowing this wasn't something that was worth arguing with her husband about, or even answering his question, pointing out that, if they'd had it last night, kids would have had to choose between this and trick or treating, or risk not having enough time to fully enjoy either. She liked Halloween pretty well, thought it was fun to see cute little kids running around in their costumes, but her love for it wasn't so deep that it felt worthwhile to defend it when Ari had such strong feelings.
"Halloween is such a stupid waste of a holiday," he sniffed. "Only babies care about it."
"Come on, Ari," Kim sighed. "Can we just wait until we're on the trail to talk about this?" She couldn't bear to look at them, but she was sure the kids near them weren't happy about hearing that. If there was one thing almost nobody liked, it was being called a baby, even those who were, whether they wanted to admit it or not, very close to being exactly that.
"Why?" Ari sneered. "Am I being rude? I think they're all being rude, taking up space at my park."
"It isn't your park," Kim snapped. "They're allowed to have events here without consulting you! And they aren't even in your way, all we have to do is keep walking, and we'll be through them in no time! It's not a big deal!"
In fact, they were almost there already, the bridge that led them from the main area of the park to the path they liked to walk on in sight. Ari, however, was not a fan of being told off like that, whether his wife had a point or not. He didn't want to lash out at her, to turn this into a full-blown fight, not when he wasn't sure it was one he could win, so, instead, he turned his anger elsewhere.
"You really think this holiday isn't a waste of time? Look at this!" he gestured to a girl walking nearby, one who seemed barely old enough to be out of her own, and proud that she was getting to be. "What is she even supposed to be? A ballerina? Wow, how creative... She put on a tutu!"
"Ari!" Kim gasped, seeing the tears springing to the eyes of the poor girl as she squirmed in place, her pride at her independence quickly fading away. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she stepped over to the girl. "You look great! You're a fairy, right?" The girl nodded. "Of course you are! He's just cranky, that's why he didn't notice your nice wings, or your wand... I could tell, though, and I'm sure everyone else can, too."
"A fairy," Ari scoffed. "Don't you think you're a little old for that, kid?"
"Sorry," Kim told the girl again, wishing she had some candy or something to give her to try to make up for this. "Let's just get out of here, Ari, honestly. There's no need for you to be so mean!" She reached for his hand, but, before she could take ahold of it to start to drag him away, something changed.
Neither of them were sure what it was, or where it came from, though they could both feel the hair on the backs of their necks stand up at the electricity of it, crackling over the crisp, fall air. Neither noticed the woman standing under the tree, the little girl's mother, lift a finger and mutter some incantation under her breath.
Neither of them would have said that they believed in magic, either, to be fair, so they might not have thought anything of it if they had seen. If the little girl had told them that her mother was a witch, one who was not exactly pleased to see her daughter dress up as a fairy, embracing the more light, fluffy, fantasy side of magic, rather than the realistic one right in front of her - though, of course, she'd still been happy to help her put her costume together, and watch over her from afar as she walking around the various candy stations at the park 'alone' - they would have thought she was making up stories.
And yet, here they were, on the verge of receiving definite proof of all that. Ari felt it first, naturally, in the form of a cool breeze blowing against his legs, which, moments before, had been covered by his jeans. He frowned, looked down, jaw falling open as he saw what he was now, somehow, wearing instead.
It was a dress. In fact, it was the same dress that the little girl had been wearing, with its puffy sleeves and lacy hem, and the laces up the front. His, however, was much shorter, giving him a perfect view to see his boxers change before his eyes, at the same time both shrinking and growing, the legs sliding up, bunching up, as the crotch expanded, poofing outwards, sprouting butterfly and star designs. Between his thighs, he could feel the material changing, turning stiffer, crinkling softly as he shifted his weight, trying to accommodate the ever-increasing bulk.
He was so distracted by that, he almost didn't notice what else was happening, didn't see the lavender fabric crawling up his legs and arms, forming long gloves, and thigh-high stockings, topped with a ribbon and a bow. His sneakers changed into shiny, black Mary Janes, as a tiara appeared on his head, a star-tipped wand in his hand, the glove forcing him to hold it tight.
And, somehow, that was not the worst of it. By the time his brain had accepted what was happening to his underwear, that they had, indeed, turned into a diaper, his body seemed determined to test it, his knees bending ever so slightly, the pink of humiliation in his cheeks switching to the red of exertion as, involuntarily, he began to push, gasping and grunting as he heard his diaper rustle while it expanded, filling with a load of warm, soft mush that his tiny fairy dress was far too short to hide.
Kim changed, too, though her own transformation was harder to see, since it was happening inside, like a voice whispering in her mind, explaining everything to her. Instead of taking Ari by the hand, her own hand slid down, giving the swelling sweat of his diaper a pat, then a squeeze. "Oh, I see," she winked to the girl. "He was cranky because his tummy was hurting. Isn't that right, sweetie? Did you just need to make poopies?"
"N-No!" Ari whimpered, fighting to stop himself from doing exactly that, right in front of all these people to whom he'd declared that Halloween was a holiday for babies... Only to, somehow, end up in a silly, girly costume himself, helplessly filling a diaper that only a true baby belonged in.
"I think he was jealous, too," Kim faux-whispered to the girl. "He didn't think he'd see any other fairies here tonight, I bet, much less one that's cuter than him."
The girl giggled. "I don't know about that."
Kim smiled, patted Ari's droopy diaper. "He is pretty adorable, huh? No matter how stinky he is."
Ari squirmed and blushed, the mush in his pants shifting and squelching as he moved, his nose wrinkling as he felt it. "C-Can we just go?" he sniffled.
"Go?" Kim teased. "You already did! Can't you tell?" She swatted the diaper again, harder this time, earning a squeal of disgust and discomfort from her husband. "Now, then... You said Halloween was for babies, and maybe you're right... But who wears diapers? And makes stinkies in them?"
Ari knew the answer to that, of course, though he wasn't about to say it, to admit to what she wanted him to. "No!" he pouted. "I-It's not my fault!"
"Then whose is it?" she asked. "It's in your diapie, silly. And that makes you a baby, doesn't it?"
"Nooo!" he whined, stomping his foot.
"It's too bad you had to make such a fuss the whole way in here," she said, grasping him by the hand at last, leading him back towards the entrance. "I sure hope nobody passing out the candy overheard you, and were too offended by that to give you a piece when you go up and ask them for one... You're going to need all the candy you can get if you want to go back to normal."
He gulped, wiggling in his dirty diaper, still unable to let go of the wand to give him a free hand to tug at the hem of his dress to try to hide his accident, waddling beside his wife like a naughty toddler, seeing the satisfied smirks of all the parents he'd stormed past on his way inside. "I-I'm sorry!" he told Kim desperately. "D-Don't make me do this!" He was an adult, he was far too mature to spend his evening begging for candy, especially dressed like this!
"I'm not," Kim replied, not sure how she knew this, but certain it was true, "but if you can't get candy from every one of our stops, you're going to be in diapers for good."
Ari shivered as they reached the end of the line, staring ahead at everyone in front of them, at the long line of tables set up... "Wh-What if they run out of candy before we get there?" he asked quietly.
"Then maybe we can try again next year," Kim grinned. "We'll have a full year to pick you out the perfect costume, and we can practice at all those other trick or treat events... Like you pointed out, there are so many of them now..."
Ari blushed as he, finally, shuffled to the front of the line to start, and was handed an orange plastic bag, Kim letting go of his hand and standing back to watch as he had to go up to the first table. His hopes that they wouldn't recognize him in this ridiculous get-up were instantly dashed, the sneer on the face of the woman behind the table making it clear that she had no agreed with his loud denouncements of Halloween. More than likely, anyone that would volunteer to be out here, doing this, would feel the same... And he had to hope that, somehow, every single one of them was going to take pity on him.
"Tr-trick or treat," he swallowed, his diaper growing warm as he started to dribble nervously into it, knowing that he had a very long night - and, potentially, year - ahead of him.