The Conjuring World, Part 1

This is the first part of a sequel to my previous story "The Conjuring Nursery," which is about a magic room that produces a baby who's accidentally wished into a child. The child then wishes himself into a grown man who's much larger than his parents to prevent them from wishing him back into a baby.

Story 1 of 3, post 11 of 33 for April

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Kevin yawned as he opened his eyes, seeing the soft pastels of the nursery through the crib bars that rose about the soft bumper by his head. Everything around him was soft: the sheets, the plush rabbit resting by his arm, the onesie he was wearing. It was comfortable, warm, and soothing. He shifted a little where he lay and felt the bulk of a soggy diaper between his thighs. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the softness of the crib and nursery, but he also thought it must be part of the reason he'd started wetting in his sleep. The comfort was making him complacent. He reached over and squeezed Sabrina's diaper, finding it still dry from their bedtime change the night before. He was a little jealous that his wife wasn't having as many accidents as he was, but he assumed that would change over time and they both became full-fledged bedwetters.

He wasn't sure how long it had been like this. He and Sabrina got a really good deal on a nice house, one they wouldn't have been able to afford otherwise. After moving in, they found a room on the second story that had been sealed off and hidden, and while investigating, they discovered this room somehow granted wishes. Whatever they wanted materialized right there, and they could take it all over the house, but it would crumble to dust if they took it outside. They went nuts, wishing for more and more extravagant luxuries: money, food, booze, clothes, furniture, whatever they could think of. But after a while, they got bored, and Sabrina wished for a baby they could raise. They named him Oliver and loved and cared for him like they would any other baby, making them a beautiful, happy family. However, a careless wish from Kevin aged Oliver into a little boy of about six, and after he overheard his parents talking about wishing him into a baby again, he made his own wish to be a grown-up. Before they could stop him, he wished himself twice their size, and in revenge, he decided to show them what being a baby was like. Larger and stronger than they were, he put them in diapers they could for some reason not remove, forcing them to use them like babies. They slept in a giant crib, ate in giant high chairs, and lived in a giant house, which all made them both feel very small, like two toddlers staring up at the world around them and trying to understand it. As time went by, they got more and more accustomed to this life and more accepting of it, gradually becoming more babyish in the process.

She stirred in the crib beside him and rolled over, her eyes fluttering open as she yawned, "Good morning."

Kevin smiled a little. Their new lifestyle had been really easy on them in some ways, and they were always well-rested. Relaxed and at ease, she looked beautiful. But then his eyes drifted downward, and he noticed the material in her crotch growing quickly darker as she released her full bladder. He didn't like to see her like this, although he was definitely used to it by now. He'd seen her wet and mess her diaper many times, and she'd seen him do the same. At times, they were more like siblings than spouses, their sex drives having slowed way down. Still, they loved each other, so they cuddled up together, their soggy padding squishing on each others' thighs. Neither of them wanted to be there, but at least they had each other.

Of course, they also had two "parents," which was part of their problem. Some time after Oliver took over, he wished up a girlfriend for himself and a mother for Kevin and Sabrina. Her name was Monica, and the two of them had been taking care of the much-smaller couple together for a while now, keeping them infantilized. After a little while, the door of the nursery opened, and Monica walked in, moving up to the crib and looming over their heads.

"Good morning, little ones. Ready to get up?" Without waiting for an answer, Monica unlocked the side of the crib and let the railing down. "Let's see how we're going this morning." She squeezed Kevin's diaper, feeling it squish. "Oh, yes, here's a very soggy boy. And Mommy's Sabrina?" She did the same thing to the small woman. "Hmm, just a little damp. You can wait a while, but baby boy needs changies right away. Let's get your onesie on you, and then you can get ready for breakfast, Sabrina."

Monica lifted the little woman, who was wearing nothing but a Pampers diaper, out of the crib and set her on the floor, coaxing a pastel purple onesie covered in unicorns over her head, snapping it at her crotch. She sent Sabrina to the kitchen to find "Daddy" before turning her attention to Kevin.

She effortlessly picked him up under his armpits just as if he were a toddler and pulled him to her, supporting him under his padded ass as she carried him over to the changing table. She laid him down and pulled the tabs that were impossible for him to pull and wiped him off, grabbing him by the ankles and lifting his legs into the air to wipe his bottom just as one would do with a baby. She pulled the wet Pampers away and set him down while she unfolded a new one, easily lifting him back up to put it under him before sprinkling some powder onto him and taping him up. It was all so simple for her, but as good as it felt to be out of the soggy diaper, Kevin was completely trapped in the fresh one. Monica topped it all off with a green onesie with dragon designs all over it, and then she carried him to the kitchen, where they found Sabrina already in her high chair. Kevin was placed in another one beside her. Oliver sat at the table eating an apple.

Like his lover, he was wearing very little clothing, just a pair of shorts, which showed off the muscular body he'd wished for himself. "So, what do you want this morning?"

Monica thought for a moment. "I want big, thick, fluffy pancakes, some with chocolate chips, some with blueberries, and some with banana and macadamia nuts. And maple syrup, honey, strawberry syrup, raspberry, and rum sauce. And orange juice and bacon. And for the babies, apple cinnamon oatmeal and a couple of bottles full of milk."

Kevin wished it all up, and the things she wanted appeared on the table and the littles' trays in front of them, steaming hot. Kevin and Sabrina were allowed to feed themselves as the two giants gorged themselves on the feast in front of them. The littles were even given a few bites of pancakes, which were delicious. Once the food was gone, they were lifted out of their high chairs to take their bottles. Oliver usually liked to give Kevin his bottle because it helped remind his former dad that their roles were reversed and he was now the baby, humiliating and emasculating him. But for whatever reason, Oliver chose Sabrina, and Monica picked Kevin up, the two littles fitting neatly into the giants' arms like small toddlers.

By now, Kevin and his wife were used to this treatment, and they accepted the plastic nipples as they were presented. The soft nipples took up quite a bit of space in their mouths, which made it easier to suck on them. They took their bottles and drank their milk quietly and passively.

Oliver rubbed Sabrina's cheek. "Our good little babies."

The littles were irritated and ashamed by the remark, but there was nothing they could do about it. It was effectively true. Taped into diapers they couldn't remove, cradled in their captives' arms, and fed milk through bottles, no one would have mistaken them for anything but babies had they walked in at that moment. But things were even worse for Kevin, who had been feeling pressure building in his gut for the last few minutes. He'd known what was coming, but as always, he was powerless to stop it. When he was sitting in his high chair, he only hoped to hold it until he was let out of the chair. Now that he was in Monica's arms taking his bottle, he hoped to wait until that was done and not fill his diaper while she was holding him. But as the minutes wore on, the bottle got emptier, and his stomach got fuller, the pressure grew worse. There was still about a quarter of the milk left in the bottle when he finally couldn't hold it anymore and started going, the mushy mess quickly piling up under his butt as he continued to suck milk from the nipple.

Monica heard it. "Oh, shit. Really, Kev? I JUST changed you!"

He blushed in reply, the only response he could give.

Oliver noticed and looked over. "Is he going poopy?"

"Yep. Ugh, it's gonna be a nasty one, I can tell. I literally changed him right before breakfast!" She sighed before looking down at him. "Go ahead and finish up, get it all out."

Kevin continued to drink his bottle and fill his diaper as an idea occurred to Monica, and she turned back to Oliver. "You know, I don't have to change him, and neither do you. Why should we do all the dirty work around here?"

Oliver realized what she meant and smiled. "You're right. I wish we had a nanny to help us take care of our babies here."

The kitchen door opened, and a woman as tall as Oliver and Monica walked in wearing a sweater and a pair of comfortable slacks. "Hi, I'm Wendy. Is there anything you guys need?"

Monica smiled at her. "Yes, Wendy. Kevin needs to be burped, and he's made a messy. Could you take care of that?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Wendy took him in her arms as gently as if she were receiving a baby and, spreading the mess across his ass a little as she supported him, patted his back until he burped. "There we go! Got that old gas bubble out. Now, let's go to the nursery and get this stinky little boy all cleaned up and changed again, okay?"

Kevin stole a glance at Sabrina as he was carried out of the room. This was a new wrinkle, and they knew things were about to get a lot more interesting for them.