And it turns out they ARE damaged. Oh, no! Well, one of them, at least. It's bent and the top half flops uselessly. And with an injury like that, you can forget any thought of escaping. So you try to get out of the way of Mr. Caterpillar but he catches you easily. For a moment, you feel submerged by pure terror. Eaten! You are going to get eaten! By this horrid fairy monster! But instead, the giant caterpillar booms an immense laughter.
"You believed I would eat you, sonny? Of course not!" he laughs while giving you a noisy smooch upon the cheek. "You're my tubby little sweetie and I'll never let you go! Never! Not my chubby baby!"
Well, that doesn't bode well, if Mr. Caterpillar is still intent on coddling you to no end...
"I'll take you to that fairy healer that will get rid of these wings. One's useless for good now anyway... And in the meantime we'll see if she can remove these nasty big boy thoughts from your head too."
"No! Please!" you shout in despair as you struggle in vain in his many arms.
"You'll feel so much better, my sweet baby. And I'll show you around in your best clothes and it will all be so fluffy!" he coos, kissing you yet again and then tickling you so that your cries for help and mercy are replaced by giggles.
The next morning, Mr. Caterpillar dressed you up in a loose gown, with blue ribbons and very humiliating, strapped you to the baby carrier upon his chest and set out, humming happily. you cried, screamed and fidgeted but soon you had a pacifier in your mouth and fingers on your belly that tickled you, cutting short your protests.
Once at the healer's, the fairy there said she could snip your wings no problem, but for mind alterations, Mr. Caterpillar would have to see a dark fay somewhere else. He took a lot in terms of payments, but the results were guaranteed. Oh no... But for the moment, your clothes were removed, your back recovered in a weird-smelling ointment and your wings clipped fast. It didn't hurst, as the healer promised. It wasn't more painful than getting your nails clipped, in fact. You were then cleansed, washed from the ointment and strapped back to Mr. Caterpillar, on the way to the dark fay. Needless to say, Mr. Caterpillar was much, much more excited than you at the prospect of such a visit. What would that awful creature do to you?
The dark fay's dwelling was as sinister as he was. He was an insect-like fay, resembling a preying mantis, thin and with great big bulging eyes. Mr. Caterpillar explained your supposed problems and the horrid fay listened to huim carefully, adding a few questions. He ten stared at you and sensing his scary eyes on you, you grumbled insults through that awful pacifier.
"See what I mean?" Mr. Caterpillar sighed. "When all I want to is coddle him and make him the happiest baby in the world."
"I see. A noble intention," said in a low tone the mantis-like fay, still staring at you.
He then rose up, speaking in a business-like voice.
"Here is what I can do. I can hypnotise him into being a baby eager to please you. Would you like that?"
Mr. Caterpillar's eyes positively sparkled at the idea. He even clapped to of his numerous hands.
"That would be perfect! Yes! A thousand times yes!" gushed Mr Caterpillar.
"I can add a more tickling streak. And more fat. If you want. The more dependent, the more attached, he'll be."
"Oh, more ticklish, definitely. He can't be enough of that, in truth. But chubbier?... Well, I adore his baby fat, but if he cannot walk, I cannot see his adorable little tushy walking away from me. In my eyes there is nothing quite as enchanting as that," said Mr. Caterpillar.
The fay smiled.
"Well then, I'll get him in my laboratory and get set to work. Come back in an hour."
You moved to get away, but it was all in vain, as usual. Mr Caterpillar unstrapped you. Before he handed you over to that horrible mantis, he bounced you in his arms.
"Do you hear that, cutie sweetie baby? Soon you'll be all better!"
He then smooches you sloppily on the forehead, delighted at your soon-to-be demise. The dark fay then takes you to his lab, closeing the door and sitting you upon a chair. You'd like to escape desperately, but you can't. Not with those weak muscles!
"Now, now, I know it is hard for a transformed human like you, but you'll soon be happier," says matter-of-factly the dark fay, picking up things and checking other things before coming back to you, scary and eerily calm. "I'll give you the potion to be ticklish afterwards. Once you'll be more... compliant. For now, just relax."
He produces then... a pendulum. You wonder for a second what he could do with this useless thing but then you remember that he's an hypnotists, among other things. Oh no. You have to close your eyes before he... But it's too late. He's swinging the pendulum in front of your eyes and somehow you cannot steer your gaze away. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth... At the same time a tinkling music erupts from somewhere, exactly like a music box lullaby. And the dark fay's voice comes, just as soft and soothing.
"All I will say shall become you reality. You will repeat after me."
Well, he is big and more powerful than you. So what he says holds, you guess. You don't know that the music started the job by lowering your willpower tremendously. So you nod, feeling like you could use a nap too, in fact.
"You are a baby."
"I... I... I am a baby," you mumble.
"You love the fay that is your master. You love him. You love him so, so much."
"I love... love him. So, so much."
"You want to please him. You are so, so eager to please him. You always want to do what he wants you to do. You obey him. You are so, so eager to please him."
"I ... I am eager to please. To please...him."
The dark fay smiles.
"Yes. Excellent. Continue repeating after me."
His approval reassures you instantly. Whew! For a min ute thee you thought he might be angry. Then he'd tell daddy. And daddy would get sad. And making daddy sad is the last thing you ever want to do.
"You love your daddy. You love when he tickles you. You want to be the cutest baby ever for him. You are happy being a chubby ticklish baby. It's what you live for."
"I am happy being a ticklish baby."
And that's true. Tickles are scary right before they come but after... Well, they are great fun! And Daddy gets naughty with his tickles, pretending he's a big monster when actually he's the nest daddy ever!
"You do all you can to be a silly baby. You are a silly baby. A very, very silly baby."
"I am a very, very silly baby."
"Good. What a good boy you are. No wonder your daddy loves you so much."
You glow at the compliment, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Your daddy loves you. Oh, what could be greater? You are reassured by the confirmation of his love and frankly, it couldn't be better, once you'd heard that!
"You love being babied. Being coddled. There's no greater joy to you."
"There's no greater joy to me than being coddled."
And it is true. You know in your heart, without a doubt, that it is true.
"You love being pampered."
"I love being pampered," you repeat docilely.
And it goes on, the dark fay making you love baby things, all things sugary and creamy, toys, plushies most of all and even girly things and clothes. And all the while, you become sleepier, your eyelids drooping. So when he tells you it's time to sleep, while slipping between your lips the bottle filled with a potion that will render you incapable of speech unless it's baby talk, and making you even more ticklish, you don't see anything wrong. It's warm and filling and sweet and creamy, just like you like it. And tickling isn't a torture, it's a delightful playtime!
So Mr. Caterpillar is overjoyed at seeing you back, sleeping soundly. He pays the dark fay his hefty price, nevertheless happy at the results, which he will see for himself once you riise out of your deep sleep.