[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
“Here they are!”
Some time later, Ida presented a full tray of completed chocolate truffles. Charlie stared at the tray with an overjoyed expression - she just wanted to admire them for a few seconds. A few seconds was all she got before a flurry of frills and different colored blurs swept over the tray, leaving it completely empty.
“Guess they found their second wind,” Alma said. Charlie stared at the empty tray, briefly looking inconsolable. From the various dark corners of the rooms, they heard a series of giggles.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I thought to make decoys,” Ida sighed, discarding that tray and pulling out a second one from behind her back. This one had only three truffles on it, one for each girl, each personally decorated with frosting that looked like a small drawing of each girl’s face. This time, she watched the room like a hawk. None of the ghosts tried her a second time.
“Eeeee, it’s a Treat Truffle with my face on it!” Charlie was back to overjoyed and was now bouncing up and down on her feet. “You used buttercream for my ponytail!”
“Hm. S’cute, I guess,” Alma said. “Alright. Here we go, here’s to our 7 millionth carb of the night,” she said and bit into the truffle. She looked at the inside and tilted her head. “Hey, I thought chocolate truffles were supposed to have chocolate in them,” she said and showed hers - the filling was a gold cream.
“That’s the magic of the truffle,” Ida explained. “Whoever eats it gets a blessing. That’s the treat!” She waved her hands a little. “I randomized the flavors when I was making them, so even I don’t know who’s going to get what! But!” She held up a piece of paper with various colors on it. “I made you all a little chart for which flavor does what! Here!” She handed Alma the chart.
“Ohhhh, this is the best part!” Charlie said, hopping up and down. “Come on, Alma, take a look!”
“Uh huh…okay. Golden cream filling,” Alma muttered, drawing her finger over the chart. “Here we go. Golden cream. Financial windfall - immediately receive three months rent.” Alma looked at Charlie, then at Ida. She let out skeptical snort and took her phone out of her pocket. She quickly navigated to her banking app and.
She blinked a few times.
Charlie didn’t look (as her employer, it would be inappropriate to look at Alma’s private financial information), but she stared at Alma in anticipation. Alma just kept blinking.
“Uh. Three months of rent worth of money just got added to my bank account,” she said. Charlie leaped over to her and gave her partner a hug.
“Hehehehe! How’s that for a bonus, eh, Alma?” Alma just kept staring.
“I’m genuinely not sure how to react to this,” she said. The mixture of Charlie actually being right the whole time about how impressive the truffle was, plus this unambiguously great thing happening to her had completely disarmed Alma and left her zero room to be grumpy about it at all. She looked like she needed to be rebooted. Charlie let her have the moment to herself and zipped over to Zoe.
“C’mon, Zoe! Do yours next!” She encouraged.
“I - I guess I should, but uh.” Zoe looked at the truffle. “I’m still kinda nervous about all this. After I eat this, it’s gonna do what it’s gonna do, then I gotta leave and go out and. Go back to school and start thinkin’ about a job and stuff and I don’t even really know what I wanna do and.” She gulped. “I spent so much time with my world just being as big as this daycare, now I still got all of these unanswered questions and I dunno how to — mmph!”
Somewhere during all of that, Ida lightly tilted Zoe’s hand up to make it push her truffle into her mouth. Zoe took the hint and took a bite.
“Oh!” She said and took another bite. “It’s peanut butter!” She said, turning the truffle around to show everybody else. “Uh, what’s the chart say for that?” She asked.
“Let’s see!” Charlie took the chart from Alma and looked it over. “Here! Peanut butter!” She squinted. “Is that right?” She looked at Ida. Ida nodded.
“What is it?” Zoe looked at the chart. She tilted her head. “’Instantly gain 25% of a full education on building furniture and upholstery’.” Zoe stared at that for a few seconds. Then she stared off into the middle distance. “…I’m gonna take a woodworking class,” she said. “And - maybe an engineering class. So I can learn. How to make one of those chairs that massages your back for you,” she said, running her hands down Charlie’s back a couple times to demonstrate.
“Wow,” Charlie said. “You figured that out fast.”
“Or. Maybe. Custom embroidered pillows and cushions.” Zoe touched her fingers to her chin. “I’m not sure yet.”
“You should try both!” Charlie said. “You’ve got all the time in the world!”
“Yeah, I…” Zoe came out of her own thoughts for a second. “I guess I do, huh.” And for the first time that night, she let out a breath and her body seemed to release a whole lot of tension. “Well, uh. I guess that just leaves you, Charlie,” Zoe pointed out.
“Yeah.” Alma glanced at Charlie’s truffle. “After all the trouble you went through to get these, yours better be good, huh?” She asked.
“Heeeee! Alright! I wanted to see you guys get yours first, but! Here I go!” Charlie said. She paused to take a big sniff of the truffle first. Then, finally, she bit down into it. Her lips immediately drew tight. “Guhh, heheheheh!” She laughed. Alma looked confused.
“What’s that reaction?” She asked.
“Mmn!” Charlie took another bite. “Haha, yup, that’s definitely it!”
“What? What’s the flavor, Charlie!” Zoe asked.
“That’s definitely it,” Charlie said as she dabbed at her lips, wiping bits of chocolate off. She turned her truffle around to reveal the inside was black. “It’s black licorice!”
“Guhhh.” Alma blanched.
“Ooooh.” Zoe winced. Charlie just kept giggling. “Sorry, Charlie.”
“This is part of the fun!” Charlie exclaimed as she ate the rest of the truffle. “Getting a flavor you didn’t expect!” She licked her fingers. “Y’know, the tastes actually melded a bit. By the end, there, it started to make sense.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Ida said.
“Hey, uh.” Alma drew her fingers along the chart. “Uh, somethin’s wrong.”
“Yeah…” Zoe was doing the same. “I don’t see black licorice on here.”
“Huh? You don’t?” Charlie asked. Alma and Zoe shook their heads. Then all three of them looked at Ida. Ida looked right into Charlie’s eyes, a small, placid smile on her face.
“Check the back.”
“The back?” Alma repeated and flipped the chart over. “There’s a. Whole other chart here.” She said, seeing a list of another dozen or so possible flavors of the truffle. “Uhm. Charlie?” She showed Charlie the chart and tapped the top.
It said ‘TRICKS’.
Charlie took the chart and looked it over.
“I didn’t know the Treat Truffle came in any of these flavors…” She said, looking it over.
“You know, I wasn’t sure why you kept describing it the way you did, referring to it with that name,” Ida said. “Then I realized, you were working off of an incomplete understanding of the Sweet and its nature.” Her head tilted slightly. “The real thing is called the ‘Trick or Treat Truffle’, Charlie.”
“Trick or Treat Truffle…?” Charlie repeated. She stared at Ida for a moment. “Uhm. Ida, what’s black licorice do?” She asked. Ida’s hand came up and pointed to a space on the chart without looking. Charlie looked down at where her finger was pointing.
‘Black Licorice: The next ten questions you hear, you must answer yes.’
The two made eye contact again.
Charlie turned and immediately sprinted in the opposite direction, towards the nearest window. Ida flicked one wrist. A number of slamming, shutting, closing and locking noises echoed through the daycare.
“Hey, what the fu—” Alma started, immediately going to move in between Charlie and Ida. A pacifier flew into her mouth, silencing her.
“Shhhh. That’s enough, sweetie,” Ida said coolly. She moved right through Alma and approached Charlie, who had picked up a toy phone and was currently trying to break a window with it. She turned back and looked at Ida.
“Ida, Ida, come on now, let’s be reasonable about this, let’s talk about this, okay, let’s just think this through before we do anythi—”
“Would you like to sit on Nana’s lap, Charlie?”
“Yes, I would!” Charlie spat out, before she could stop it. “Ooooogh, it works! That’s so cool! And SO bad for me!” She sputtered. Ida’s arms swept her up off of the ground, holding her on her hip.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Ida cooed. She and Charlie vanished. An enchanted baseball bat swung right through where her head had been 1.5 seconds later.
“Ahhhhoooohhhh! Shit!!!” Alma squeaked out.
“I did not see that coming at all,” Zoe muttered.
—
“There, that’s better.”
Ida sat down in a rocking chair. Charlie thought the chair was too small for Ida’s large body, but it immediately sized up to fit her. The same effect as the cribs, she guessed. Bigger on the inside. She didn’t think she was gonna get used to that.
They were in a smaller room. The curtains were drawn over the only window. There wasn’t much here except a rocking chair, a changing table and a bouncer. Ida flicked her hand and a little orange light appeared from her hand, softly illuminating and warming the room. She shifted Charlie off of her hip and set her in her lap. Or, the closest equivalent of her lap since Ida still didn’t have any legs.
Charlie suddenly felt very small.
“Ida, hey, seriously, can we talk about this?” She asked.
“Would you like a bottle while you rock with nana, Charlie?” Ida asked.
“Y-yeah!” Charlie said and immediately covered her mouth. Ida help up a bottle of white milk and Charlie groaned into her hands. She’d really had quite enough bottles of milk to tide her over for a while.
“Do you want Strawberry Milk?” She asked.
“Mmmhmmm!” Charlie murmured into her hands, nodding. The contents of the bottle turned pink. It wasn’t much of a relief for Charlie that it would at least taste better. When Ida offered the nipple to her, she opened her mouth and when the bottle was settled between her lips, she started drinking from it. So she actually had to do the things she answered yes to. She didn’t know why she hoped that might be a way out of this.
Ida started rocking back and forth, rubbing Charlie’s back with one hand while she bottlefed her with the other. Charlie just quietly drank from the bottle, not knowing what she could possibly do.
“Mmmn, almost finished with your bottle,” Ida cooed after a few moments had passed. Indeed, it was just about empty. Ida pulled the bottle from her mouth. The two shared eye contact. Charlie’s mouth hung open as she wondered what was going to happen next. Was Ida really going to do this to her, right at the end…?
“Do you want nana to pick out your clothes for you tonight, dear?”
Charlie winced. She bit her lips.
“Yesssssss,” she hissed out. Ida rocked for another moment or two, then rose from the chair, shifting Charlie so her head was over Ida’s shoulder. She left the room and carried Charlie to a room she was, unfortunately, quite familiar with. The bedroom. Charlie grimaced, looking around at all of the stuff that had attacked her before, the cribs, the mirror, the dresser. The dresser was the one Ida approached. Thankfully she didn’t shove Charlie inside, she just opened the doors up and took out several articles of clothing. Another babyish nightgown, this one shorter and colored a soft pink-and-white. She set the clothes aside, then began taking off the clothes Charlie was currently wearing.
“Arms up, dear,” she said softly. Charlie’s arms complied, despite her really, really not wanting them to. Her cap and jacket were all taken off. Her ponytail even got undone, for the second time tonight! Then came her shoes and her socks, all tossed into a pile in the corner of the room. Charlie was set on the ground.
“Ida, please, I…” Charlie started to say. She didn’t know what she could possibly say at this point. Ida didn’t give her a chance to think of it.
“Are you wearing big girl underwear, Charlie?”
“Nnn. Yes,” Charlie answered. Ida undid her zipper and slid the jeans down around her ankles. Charlie stepped out of them.
“Did you have an accident in your big girl underwear?”
Charlie winced.
“You promised…” She said weakly and she saw a small smirk on Ida’s face.
“The girls promised not to play with you anymore,” she said. “All nana did was promise to make you your little sweet treat. You remember that,” she said, making sure she didn’t phrase it as a question. “Now, Charlie. Did you have a messy accident in your big girl underwear?”
“Ahhhh….!” Charlie felt her knees bend as she squatted down, standing there hunched in front of Ida in just her shirt and her panties. Her panties which were now slowly being filled with a wave of mess. It was familiar and different. It really felt a lot different than doing it in a diaper. Not to mention more humiliating. These were the panties she’d walked in the door with and now they were just as mushy as the last few diapers she’d worn. That wasn’t the most humiliating part. The most humiliating part was looking up at Ida and seeing the expectant look on her face. Charlie couldn’t stop her lips from forming the words.
“Y-yes. I had a messy accident in my big girl underwear….” She repeated.
“Do you need nana to put you in a diaper?” She asked. Charlie nodded again.
“P-please, Ida, c-can I have a diaper?” She asked. Ida let out a little chuckle into her hand.
“Of course you can,” she said, lifting Charlie up again.
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