Amy -- Candyland

Amy woke up alone.

Most students had roommates, but for the time being, Amy had the room for herself.

She didn't mind too much. It made her feel less guilty when her need to cry overwhelmed her.

The footie pajamas she was dressed in, while warm and cosy wosie, chaffed her skin compared to the ribbon-candy dresses and gummy onsies she used to be dressed in. The diaper they put on her worked, but it wasn't as fluffy and sweet-smelling as the cotton-candy padding her mommy would dress her in. She hated her teddy bear. It wasn't the giant gummy bear she used to sleep with. She even missed her old mobile, the one with red fish and yellow peeps that dangled over her crib.

Amy Chase's story was a lot like everyone else at the school. She was a normal girl who had a family. She had just graduated from high school and had just been accepted into a prestigious university. She had gotten in on an athletic scholarship as a cheerleader, and she was expected to come home with a Master's and a husband. On her way out, she had opened her parents' fridge, only to find that it had magically become a door to a magical land.

It was a rather well-known world among worldwalkers: Candyland. A world of sugar, spice, and enchantment that the board game failed to capture in full.

Amy found herself in the court of the King and Queen, who were quick to adopt her. She became Princess Amy of Candyland.

If you did a before-and-after photo of Amy when she found herself back in her birth family's home, you would hardly recognize her. The old Amy was athletic and had an eating disorder that her mother unknowingly pressured her into.

Spending time as a resident of Candyland, she had put on a few pounds, which only served to make her look delightfully plump and adorable. While everything in Candyland, especially the food, was made of sweets, its magic kept it from being as harmful as logic would dictate. Humans who find themselves in Candyland could live off nothing but the sugar just fine and not die from it. Amy's body had turned soft and squishy, but she was still at peak health. She wasn't obese; it was just baby fat.

She had wonderful memories of her adopted... no, her real family. In the mornings, her mommy Queen Confection would breastfeed her chocolate milk and sing her songs of sugarplums. Her daddy King Kookie would have her play horsie on his knee, and tell her stories about Lava Cake Dragons and the heroes who slew them. She was their little marshmallow.

Then, when civil war broke out between the various Dukes and Barons, her mommy and daddy sent her away through a very familiar door, and she found her way back into her old family's house.

They had the shock of their life when their daughter, who had suddenly vanished into thin air for six months, was suddenly sitting in their living room, crying her eyes out, thirty pounds heavier and dressed as though she had been held captive in some kink dungeon, spinning a yarn about gumdrop trees and nobles made of chocolate and graham crackers.

Word got out and made its way to Ellen's Institute, who reached out and offered her a place where she can be "reconditioned" back into society, which was just a cover they told her parents. In reality, it was a place that would take care of her as a baby girl. They would feed her and clothe her, play with her, change her, and love her the best they can until she either grows out of her infantilized state or is reunited with her adopted parents, where they can baby her forever.