Deal with a wizard...

Chapter 2
New Rules

Chapter Description: Lilly finds herself among her old family, and she begins to see the true extend of her Daddy's powers.

I yawned and opened my eyes. It wasn’t a dream. Daddy had turned me into a three year old, and I was back with my family. I sat up in bed and got a better look at the guest bedroom. Daddy’s bed looked a lot more comfy than the air mattress that I would have to sleep on. I wonder if he’d give me a proper bed. Knowing him at this point, he’d probably make me sleep in a crib. I sat up in bed, and heard my diaper rustle under me. I stood up and looked down. My diaper was visibly sagging, just peeking out the bottom of my tutu. I whimpered and gripped my crotch. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. I saw my Mom peek in the door. No. I could feel my cheeks blush a deep red, and my lip began to quiver. 

“Lilly, are you up?” She asked gently. I looked up at her. I remember being taller than she was, but she dwarfed me now. I took a step back, but tripped and fell back on my soggy butt. That was it. I began to sob. I was sitting in front of a wet diaper in front of my mother, dressed up like a toddler. “Aww, honey, what's wrong?” She asked. She knelt down in front of me. I pulled down my tutu, but she brushed my hands out of the way and pulled my diaper forward. 

“I wet my diapee…” I told her shamefully. Mom sighed and let it snap back into place. 

“Still not there yet, huh?” She asked. She said it in a sweet tone, but I could tell she was annoyed. 

“I was sleeping.” I told her grumpily. 

“Sure. Come on Lilly, let’s go get your diaper changed.” Mom led me out of the bedroom and back downstairs. It was a bit tricky for me to get down stairs, but I managed. Sort of. I went down one step at a time, and Mom grabbed me when I was about halfway down. She carried me back through the house and into the living room. I gawked at what I saw there. Uncle Buck and Daddy were there, and so was Sarah. But a younger version of me was there too. I was about thirteen, and I was dressed in a smaller version of my dysphoria hoodie. The bulky black one I wore when I tried to forget that I had a boy’s body. Except it was much smaller, though no less bulky on the boy. 

“Hi sweetie, how was your nap?” Asked Daddy sweetly. I looked away and pouted. 

“She peed her diaper. Where are the new ones?” Asked Mom.

“Oh don’t worry, she only wets the bed.”

“I know how you parent, I’m not taking that chance. She’s wearing diapers here.” Said Mom.

“I NOT GONNA PEE!” I shouted at Mom. I couldn’t believe this. Did Mom actually not trust me to go to the ba-potty like an ad- big kid? Huh? Oh for fricks sake…

“Do NOT shout at me young lady! $D%*d37, where are-”

“Lucy, it’ll be fine. Let her wear a big girl diaper. Lilly-billy, you can handle a big kid diaper, can’t you?” Asked Buck. 

“I can!” I said proudly and confidently. I would show her! I’m three, I can keep a big girl diaper dry! M- Auntie Lucy sighed and relented. 

“Fine, where are the pullups?” Asked Auntie. Daddy reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a pretty pink one with Rainbow Dash on it. I leaned forward out of Auntie’s arms and reached for it. She grabbed my chest and pulled me back to her. Auntie took the pullup out of Daddy’s hand and carried me over to the kitchen. She laid me down on the cold marble countertop and pulled down my tights around my legs. She did the same with my tutu, then untapped my wet diaper. I looked down and let out a small yelp. I still had the body of a girl. Just now a baby girl. “Oh hush, I’ll be done in just a moment.” Auntie must have thought I was reacting to the baby wipes. She grabbed my legs and lifted me up into the air, wiping my bum quickly as she could. Auntie clearly didn’t want this to take longer than it had to, so she moved quickly. I felt her pull off everything below my waist but the tutu, then put me into the pullup. Once she was done, Auntie put me back down on the floor next to past me. Or is that future me now? Whatever the case, I stood up and walked over to Daddy. He picked me up and put me down on his lap. 

“See. No problem,” said Daddy.

“Well, we worry.” Said Buck. 

“Toddlers are so difficult. You never know what they’re thinking, and you never know what they might do.” Said Auntie. 

“Toddlers are easy, you’ve just gotta push the right buttons.” Said Sarah. All of a sudden, I felt a weird tingle in my crotch. I didn’t recognize what it was at first, but then I did. 

“Daddy, I gotta potty!” I exclaimed. I began to squirm on Daddy’s lap, with everyone looking at me in slight surprise. 

“Be right back.” Daddy picked me up and carried me into a closeby bathroom. He pulled down my tights and tutu, then sat me down on the potty. Before opening it, he pulled down my pullup, then held me on the seat. “Having fun yet Princess?” Asked Daddy.

“Huh?” I asked, a bit confused. Daddy tapped me on the forehead, and I felt everything rushing back. I couldn’t even remember when I had lost my memories. I felt sick to my stomach, how had Daddy done this? How much of it was him and how much was me? 

“How do you feel Princess?” Asked Daddy. 

“What were you doing to me!? What's going on, why are you… right. Diaper fetish.” 

“You catch on quick. Yes, I am an ABDL. Having infinite time to browse the internet has left me with some odd interests. I don’t think normal humans would understand,” said Daddy. 

“So… you just want me for your fetish for a year?” I asked.

“In a sense, yes. But remember little Lilly, this is also for you. Now then, let’s play some more.” Daddy tapped me on the forehead again, and I felt myself blacking out. 

Ugh… I feel weird. All my limbs feel like jello, and my brain feels fuzzy. I’m laying down, looking up at the ceiling. Buck is standing over me. He handed me a small stuffed rabbit. I reached awkwardly out for it, looking on in shock as his colossal hands dwarfed mine. 

“How old is she now?” Asked Auntie. 

“She just turned nine months old,” said Daddy. He leaned back on the sofa with pride. “Isn’t that right Lilly? You’re a big girl, yes you are!” I was going to shout at him to change me back to the three year old I had previously been, but sucking on the pacifier was easier. I was laying in one of those baby carrier things. I was dressed in a pink onesie that said… I can’t read what's on it. This looks like Japanese and Arabic had a baby and let it barf all over Elvish. It must be clever, because Sarah just walked back into the room and snickered a little bit at the onesie. 

“God I can’t wait until she’s older. It sucks being the only girl in the house.” Said Sarah.

“So what am I?” Asked Auntie. 

“No fun,” said Sarah. I giggled at that. 

“Just because I don’t like your stupid TV shows doesn’t mean I don’t like fun.” Sarah rolled her eyes at Auntie’s comment. Sarah flopped down on the sofa and began to scroll through her phone.

“They are terrible. I don’t know how you can stand them,” said Buck.

“I like them,” said the Past Me. Sarah smirked.

“Think of it like the Beatles. Nobody got them at first,” said Daddy. 

“Except they were actually talented,” said Mom under her breath. I squirmed in my carrier. There was a large buckle on the front that kept me from wiggling around in it. I let the pacifier fall out of my mouth and tried to ask to get out. What came out was something like 

“Weh, waaah!” 

“Is she hungry?” Asked Auntie. 

“I think she just wants to get out.” Daddy reached down and lifted me out of the carrier. He put me down on the floor next to Sarah and let me crawl. I grabbed Sarah's leg and used it to pull myself up. I attempted to take a step forward, but fell back against Sarah’s leg. My legs splayed out to either side as the diaper pushed them apart. I tried to stand up again, but got the same result. I leaned forward and began to crawl towards my past self. I wanted to give myself a hug. Before I got there, the doorbell rang. 

“Pizzas here!” Said Buck excitedly.

“Oh, fun!” Said Sarah. I let out a small yelp as she lifted me awkwardly into the air. I kicked my legs a bit before she handed me off to Daddy. The group left the living room, and headed for the kitchen.