Shipped Away | Updated With Part 10

[ausdpr]

This is based on an old short story, available here, which I always thought made for a pretty interesting plot.

Usual themes for my stuff - forced diapering, adult baby play, unfair endings likely.

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Shipped Away

by AusDpr

Part 1 - The Writer

Clara dragged herself into her bedroom, exhausted after a long day at work. Groaning with dramatic flair, she kicked her heels against the wall and collapsed face first onto her bed.

After a moment she sighed and rolled onto her back, realising that she couldn't just fall asleep there, not still dressed as she was. It was dark out, but at least it was Friday she realised, and the thought gave her new energy as she smiled and sat back up. Loosening her tight pencil skirt and blouse, she sloppily made her way over to her computer, and collapsed into the chair in front of her desk.

She stared at her blank monitor for a long moment, before realising that she already knew exactly what she wanted to do. Within moments she had opened several browser tabs for her favourite fetish sites, and took a deep breath in anticipation. She was home alone, and nobody would interrupt her, but it always gave her a chill to access content so blatantly perverted, and she glanced around her room to make sure that all her curtains were definitely closed, that her door hadn't magically swung open.

She noticed one site which was being advertised as having been updated, a particularly perverted goldmine which rarely updated. She bit her lower lip and realised that she was smiling, she already knew that she would love whatever their new stuff was. Reaching for the water bottle which she kept on her desk, she began taking long sips out of habit as the page loaded.

A splash screen appeared and welcomed her back, addressing her by her login name which she used around the community. She wondered when they had added that or when she even had logged into that site, but shrugged it off as a gallery of thumbnails appeared before her. Her heart beat faster as she wore a subtle grin, as pictures of women in dark fetishtic scenarios lined her screen.

There was one of a girl yelling furiously as she lay naked draped across the knee of a larger woman in nanny attire, who was spanking her mercilessly - currently mid swing. The girl's bottom was glowing red, and she looked equal parts furious and helpless. They always managed such perfectly crafted scenes, thought Clara with her small grin.

In the next picture the same girl sat on a floor, surrounded by toys, naked except for what anybody would instantly recognise as a giant oversized baby diaper. Yellow and Pink frilled underwear covered the bulge around her intimates, and she sat with her arms folded covering her breasts in what looked like a perfect child's pout.

Clara was a little jealous, but it was all fictional, and she knew that she'd never want her liberty actually taken away and forced to act like a baby full-time like that - but still, the fantasy gnawed at her.

In another, a woman was on all fours, crawling up carpeted stairs in a sagging diaper, seemingly in search of somebody who would change her. The next picture had two girls blushing as they lay on their backs with their knees pulled above their chests, matching pink and yellow dresses flipped up, while a larger woman worked at their changing table to remove their soiled underthings. Both sucked on pacifiers while blushing beet red, seemingly trying to look anywhere but at each other or the woman changing their diaper, while an almost full diaper pail next to the table showed that this definitely wasn't the first change which had been done there lately.

Clara shook her head in amazement, wishing that they would put out content more frequently - they were definitely some of the best around. The scenes look so real, the embarrassment so real.

Her moment was interrupted when a chat popup window emerged from the lower right of the screen. Clara felt some tiredness creep back in, and noted with annoyance that they'd added one of those invasive chat bars. It was from somebody called "Admin" she realised, which piqued her interest. All it said however was "Fancy seeing you here.", which was rather boring, and Clara was in no mood to be chatting to anybody just then.

"Yeah.." she replied, "I was just heading off.", while she looked for a way to go into an offline mode with the chat.

"Before you go -" came a quick reply, "Do you have any suggestions for our site? We're pretty big fans of your dark stories here, we've recently thought about incorporating some of your scenes."

Clara stopped, realising that this could be interesting, though was throwing off her rhythm. She did indeed write some fairly twisted fetish stories, and knew that she had a few fans, but was a little surprised by such an offer out of the blue.

"Oh?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"Indeed" replied 'Admin', "You've written some fantastic fetishtic stuff - you have a very dirty mind."

Clara stared, unsure how to take it, when 'Admin' continued.

"For example," said the mysterious stranger, "We liked your stories about older women being babysat by stern teens who take complete authority - we've wanted to bring in some teen sitters, 18 year olds in school uniforms for example, to babysit our older girls, ordering them over for a diaper inspection, etcetera. We think that it'd be pretty hot."

"That does sound pretty good..." Clara replied, before realising that she sounded like a bedazzled simpleton. "Maybe you could do a few things like overnight naps in really messy diapers? Stuff like that too."

"Oh yes, we've done some of that internally," came the reply, "Though none of it has made it to the web so far."

Clara was a little surprised, it sounded like amazing content, and she wondered why they would be making such scenes which they didn't publish.

Clara was getting drowsy, and while she enjoyed the idea of getting to direct a little of the content, she also wished that she could have this conversation some other time when she was more awake.

The user called Admin broke the silence again. "How about a scene where a nerdy author of fetish stories gets forced into diapers? A little retribution for all that she's done to her characters."

Clara thought about it, and it didn't appeal to her for some reason - it was a little close to home. "I'm not sure," she replied, "you mean somebody like me?"

"Oh yes, you could do it. We had you in mind."

She blushed. "I um don't model." Clara replied, a little taken aback by the sudden offer. "It's just a fun fantasy, but I could never have my face on the web or anything, nothing like that"

"Oh it wouldn't be a willing scenario" Admin responded, "It wouldn't really work if it was." "No, we'd come get you."

She stared at the words, then rolled her eyes - was he roleplaying with her?

"Oh yeah?" she asked, "and what would you do?"

"You'd be put into the training program, along with another regular batch of girls, forced to become a full time baby like any of of the others.

Clara had to admit that the roleplay was kind of intriguing, but she wished she knew whether the earlier part about filming parts from her stories was still true or just part of the game. She waited for a moment, before responding. "You'd have to find where I live first."

"Oh we'd have tracked you down months before our move, waiting for when we decided that we were bored of your stories, and wanted you for the larger permanent step of our plan."

Clara was unsure what she was supposed to say at this point, and just let Admin continue. She was getting so tired.

"We'd plant webcams in your room. Analyse you naked and prepare everything for your measurements." the pervert said, but the idea tickled Clara.

"We'd even lace your water bottle on your desk, with a sleeping drug which would kick in when your heart rate increased."

Clara froze - how the hell did they know about her water bottle on her desk? Did she mention that in one of her stories? She must have, she decided, but still, she was suddenly wondering and a little nervous...

"And then after your long training we'd sell you to one of our richer clients - you'd be a very lucrative slave to own after all. We'd probably aim to put you with a particularly abusive mother type, to who you'd have to beg to get your diaper changed. You'd like that, wouldn't you Clara?"

At the mention of her name, her stomach leaped into her chest, or so it felt. Looking frantically around her room, she wondered whether somebody was messing with her - Surely they must have taken her name from some site sign up or IP record or such. She lifted the corner of her curtain, and saw for a second time the ominous removal truck which was silently parked outside of her house, which she now remembered seeing when she arrived - the truck seemingly doing nothing.

Still unsure whether it was a dream, she turned frantically looking for her phone - she wanted it on hand all the same right now in her sudden panic. But as her anxiety increased, she found herself getting drowsy. So drowsy. She let out several slurred cusses as she fell to her knees, and then was on her all fours, before laying down face first on the floor - falling into a deep welcoming slumber.

Part 2 - The Journey

Clara woke from a dreamless sleep. She was vaguely aware that she was swaying, ever so gently, but couldn't make sense of much.

She began to recognise that she was in near-darkness, but was sitting. Only a dim light emanated from a glow worm which lay beside her - a plastic toy perhaps.

Her head cleared suddenly and she realised that she was in a box - a large wooden box - and that she was half-sitting, half-laying, in a backwards-leaning bouncer seat. Her last moments at home before passing out came rushing back in a panic, and terrified, she began to struggle. Two straps went over each of her shoulders and arrived at her crotch, where they joined a buckle, which pulled a third strap up taut between her legs - over her enormous diaper, she realised, almost fainting. Her hands went instantly to the buckle over her padded crotch, but she discovered that they were in mittens which rendered them useless, and she could make out a small padlock on the buckle over her crotch anyway.

She was largely helpless as she lay there on her back, thickly diapered and bouncing slightly in the springy chair, realising that it was all really happening to her. A flannel onesie ran from short sleeves to a one piece catch over her diaper, her bare thighs and legs naked until the thick booties at her feet. She moaned, realising that she was unable to speak, and that a ring gag held her mouth open by her teeth, which had her drooling slightly. A few wild calls for help came out as muffled shrilled nonsense, and she already knew that nobody could hear her anyway.

Still struggling in futility, and hating herself for being just that little bit aroused - as her diaper, easily 5 or 6 layers thick with some soaker pads to boot, was pulled tightly against her privates, the taut third strap between her legs taking most of her body weight and transferring into her crotch. Futile kicks against the air in front of her achieved nothing, and she lay back panting, still thoroughly strapped into her seat.

Above her, hoses at the edge of the box hissed with air, and she realised that she was in an otherwise sealed container. Her eyes continued to adjust, and she noticed that to her right sat several comically oversized baby bottles, seemingly filled with water, and to her left were strewn various childish toys - a spring centipede, an animal noises machine, a rattle, a tambourine, and a potty training book.

She drooled helplessly and made another attempt at calling for help before giving up, hating how stupid she sounded. From far away she could hear the distant muffled sound of heavy machinery and surf. She was at sea, she realised, as her world continued to sway in various directions ever so slightly.

She was stuck, with no chance of getting herself out of the spring chair. After a time she cried, before finally deciding that that wasn't helping either.

Hours later, squirming on her thickly padded rump, she turned to take one of the giant baby bottles which sat alongside her. With her padded mittens she couldn't remove the lid of the bottle, despite her best efforts. She couldn't even bring her thighs together to hold the thing, she discovered, as the humiliating padding between her legs was just too thick - like a sandbag waiting for her to embarrass herself into. She took the nipple to her mouth and clumsily suckled, despite the ring gag holding her teeth apart, crying again after she finished, knowing what a stupid oversized baby she must have looked like.

She had no sense of time in her box, and didn't know when days began and ended, or how long she slept. The rocking of the seemingly giant cargo ship kept her constantly teased by the taut strap below, and she still refused to think about the part of herself that enjoyed it. It was just too humiliating to admit, and she was otherwise genuinely scared.

What could have been days passed, and she had to wet herself eventually. Despite her long struggle to hold out, the rocking of the ship got to her - along with the distant sound of surf, and the thirsty sand bag between her legs, which all conspired to have her humiliate herself thoroughly.

She cried herself to exhaustion for a time, but then lost control with a trickle, and then a flood. The diapers were thick, and happily took the heavy wetting, and she found herself desperately hoping that her captors had at least oiled her well down there, or else she might be in for a hell of a rash if she stayed here for much longer. The thought struck her with the sudden realisation that they must have touched her quite thoroughly down there, which made her blush anew with humiliation.

Still time went on, and in the dim light of her glow worm she took to poking at the childish toys, unsure what else she could really do with herself, bound in her chair and wet diaper as she was. She's hold the centipede toy and watch how it stretched under gravity and swayed against the movement of the ship, toyed with the animal noises board a few times, just to hear the deep mooing of cows, and even bounced the rattle against the thick bulge of her crotch a few times, tempted to masturbate, but too embarrassed to go through with it, considering her larger situation. Again she wet, and eventually with much despair, soiled herself. Clara soon found herself sitting in a thoroughly used diaper, staring helplessly at the roof, while drooling in silence from her gagged gaping mouth.

It could have been a week, or a month, for all she knew, but one day the ship came to an obvious final stop. The box shuddered as it was moved several times to various new spots, during which she tried to make a few pleaful attempts at calls for help to the outside world, but knew that nobody could hear her. Her box finally came to rest somewhere quiet and still, and she waited. Again she cried, dry snot caking her face, but tears wouldn't and couldn't help her, she knew, sniffling away like a helpless toddler.

Then quite unexpectedly, the tubes which had fed air into her container popped from one side, and an edge of the box was removed. Light appeared as the edge of the shipping container was pulled away, and Clara blinked against the sudden bright outside world, having to turn her head away. Kicking the air again and struggling against her bonds in her thick and soiled diapers, she moaned helplessly through her gag, hoping that it was, by some miracle, that somebody had come to rescue her, and not the more likely option of whoever had put her in the box was now there to claim her.

Pressure appeared on her crotch, and suddenly the tight straps relaxed as the buckle unclicked. The chair was tipped and she fell forward, still squinting with the new light, and something was attached from the rear waist of her onesie to the ankles of her booties, pulling tight and forcing her into a crawl position.

She turned desperate eyes against the light, and saw legs ending in army-like boots, which then stepped away, leaving her there on all fours in a heavily soiled diaper, drooling against her mouth ring, and squinting into the light. There were other noises, but they sounded distant outside of her box, and after a moment of recoiling away from the bright exit, she decided that all she wanted just then was a desperately needed diaper change.

She crawled weakly out of the box, arriving on concrete and feeling too exhausted to even look up, realising that she was in some sort of large shed or warehouse. Through the mess of her hair, she saw heels which led to a woman's legs above that. The feet turned and faced her, and then the legs crouched, bringing a striking regal middle-aged brunette into her vision, who looked at her without pity, and even a little contempt. After a moment of inspecting her, the woman slapped Clara on the face, lightly, and pointed behind her, simply ordering "crawl".

Clara moved one knee forward nervously, then stopped, unsure whether she wanted to obey this woman, but then let out a muffled yelp and moan as a huge paddle landed on her padded rear with a loud smack, also catching a bit of her exposed thigh.

"Crawl." repeated the woman's commanding voice.

With wide eyes, Clara began to crawl forward in a frenzy, slowing after a moment with small tears in her vision. It was then that she noticed the other opened shipping boxes.

Two more women were on all fours, thickly diapered and drooling from beneath the mess of their hair. One, a redhead, with the shredded remains of a small sexy dress, had a huge diapered butt in the air, and was panting while staring at the ground in exhaustion. The other, a brunette in the shredded remains of a powerful looking business suit, crawled slowly and seemed to be trying to say something to the man who watched over her. The men in heavy boots and army pants - possibly a militia, thought Clara - herded them into single file, and they soon were crawling purposefully towards the far wall.

Clara came second in their line. In front of her, the redhead had obviously soiled herself terribly, Clara saw with disgust. Her exposed diaper sagged around the girl's butt, and was visibly darker there too. She must have needed to go badly, even before the trip, Clara realised, and had stood no chance of making the journey unmessed. She knew that the third girl behind her must be getting a full view of her diapered rear too, but at least she had the onesie on to give her some privacy, but guessed that the stench was probably a telltale sign in itself.

The regal woman also noticed the redhead's soiled state, and halted the line by touching the girl's back. Reaching around to cup the girl's sagging diaper, she cooed to the shackled woman, with words which were inaudible or may have even been in another language for all that Clara could tell, while the wide-eyed redhead looked up in a fearful state. After a moment of sweet cooing and gentle stroking of the girl's face, the woman's demeanour suddenly hardened, and she delivered a stinging smack to the girl's bottom which got the line moving again.

As they began shuffling with the loud crinkling sounds of their diapers, Clara drooled while wondering whether this could truly be real, whether it was some joke or whether was her life now. She knew that it was the second, she suddenly knew where that fantastic site got all of its models, and why their twisted diaper training scenes look so realistic.

She was really going to go into a nightmareish diaper-slave program, likely to then be sold to domineering "parents" who would truly own her, like an oversized toddler pet.

They reached the wall, all struggling to look around now - bound as they were on all fours - and each clumsily turned so that their butts faced the wall, and they looked out into the warehouse. Clara got a good look at her surroundings then, and could see the three opened shipping crates - each with the oversized toddler bouncers in them, with bottles and toys laying vaguely visible in the deep shadows. Two men in militia like gear stood ready, looking entirely unfriendly, and the scowling woman in black had a large paddle attached to her belt.

"Sit" she ordered, glaring, and the girls looked side to side at each other in a panic, then moaned as they lowered their rears and privates to the concrete, now kneeling in their mess, with their hands still on the concrete.

The woman approached with a small doctor's instrument, and shone light into their mouths, ears, and eyes, and investigated each of them, while the girls sat on all fours and drooled hopelessly under the embarrassing investigation, almost as if they were pet merchandise.

When satisfied, the woman pointed further down the empty warehouse, and again ordered "crawl."

Exhausted, they made their way, until they reached a waiting van which had its windows covered and its side door pulled open. One by one the girls let out small moans as their ankles were unbuckled from their waists, and they were led into the van where oversized baby seats awaited them. Each was strapped in tightly with no chance of escape - pressed well into their soiled diapers - and they watched wide eyed as the door was closed, taking them to their fate.

They sat facing the back of the van, the brunette moaning slightly and seemingly wetting herself yet again with a loud audible hiss. The vehicle began moving, and Clara sunk back into her seat and looked at the roof in resignation, listening to the third girl attempt to make some sort of request around her ringed gag, which made it all but impossible to vocalise anything useful.

The regal trainer woman took out a container, from which she produced three large needles, of which she began flicking their sides. "You are each going to learn to be the most obedient baby girls" was all that she said, before injecting the contents of the needles into their thighs, and one by one they drifted into another deep slumber.

Part 3 - Training

Clara awoke from another dreamless sleep. She was initially unsure of where she was, when somebody stirred beside her. With a start she realised that she was in a tall white crib, sleeping besides the naked forms of the other two women from the warehouse. Still gagged with the frustrating ring piece, she looked at herself and her crib partners in a panic. They were all naked, except for thick towelled diapers under translucent plastic pants, hand mittens, and the ring gags in their mouths, all pressed up against each other in a sleeping huddle. They each seemed to be waking at the same time, and were situated near the middle of an unexciting carpeted room with large high windows, and various cupboards and drawers lining the walls.

They were at least clean, Clara realised, nauseated at the knowledge that she had again been naked and thoroughly touched by the intruders while so. Their combined weight in the crib served to sink the mattress into a central dip which they now found themselves struggling to back out of and untangle themselves. None were enthusiastic to be pressed up against other's naked forms. It proved to be hopeless, and Clara took a slight blow to her stomach, while she found herself pressed up against somebody's bare breasts

They had almost untangled on the slippery plastic-covered mattress, when a door opened, and a flurry of women in nurse-nanny uniforms entered the room. Three women carried a short white babydoll sundress each, and Clara moaned knowing that she was in for training the same as all the others, despite well having written this scene herself. She was no more enthusiastic for it now that it had arrived, though still found herself a little horny, and could do nothing as the side of the crib was lowered and each of the mortified girls was removed from the crib by a large trainer.

The girls were dressed, moaning and glancing about with wide-eyed pleadings, and then sat in the laps of a nanny each, where they were given bottles of a warm milky substance. They were each fed by the loving woman who rocked them in her lap, each quite sure that she was going to die from embarrassment. They were burped, had their diapers checked, and were introduced to a world of toys, spankings, highchairs, bottles, crawling, and fulltime diapers - a life which quickly defeated each of them.

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Three weeks later, Clara stood against the wall of the nursery room which she had not yet left since arriving, her bottom aglow after a recent spanking, and her diaper around her ankles. The other two girls - who's names she still didn't know, as none of them could speak - were playing obediently on the floor behind her. The suckles of their pacifiers echoed in unison around the room, which had large enough nipples to fill their mouths and fit quite snugly despite the ring gags, which remained.

Clara herself just drooled, not missing her pacifier now that she was against the wall, but willed herself to stand there in complete obedient silence, as to not risk another enema. The girls behind her were sulking, all three of them always were, but not wanting spankings of their own, they played unenthusiastically, making small notes on a xylophone and with a shakeable rattle.

Finally the nanny nurse who had scolded Clara returned, pulling the shorter girl into a hug which buried her in the woman's large breasts. She cooed and forgave Clara for her earlier disobedience in the highchair, where she had thrown her bowl of food against the wall in a sudden fit of exhausted rage. Clara sniffed as the woman hugged her, before finally being released from the warm envelopment of the woman's bosom.

She allowed herself to be rediapered, and was ready to play obediently with the others. But instead of being set on the floor, she was put into the crib for an early bedtime. She knew not to moan or beg, but looked up sheepishly at the nanny, hoping that she would somehow change her mind - the sun was still up after all. Alas she was left there, forced to watch her partners play with their toys, a small bit of freedom which now seemed enviable. Clara learned not to throw her food from her highchair.

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At the end of the fourth week, after an enema, temperature taking, and bath, the three girls were finally led from the small nursery room which had been their life since arriving at the docks - wherever they were in the world. Blushing, they passed staff who they'd never seen, and waddled while in the grip of the hands of the nurse-nannies, finally stepping into a side office which looked like a minimal doctor's inspection room.

The stern woman, who they hadn't seen since their time at the warehouse, appeared, and each girl went weak at the knees, knowing that she emanated raw administrative power. Even the third woman in their group, the brunette, who had initially been a force of indignant pride and rage to be reckoned with, now stood meekly with the other two, eyes down and giving a small curtsey to the woman, revealing her pink princess pullup which they had miraculously been allowed to wear.

The regal woman seemed pleased - in that, she didn't immediately frown, but certainly didn't smile - and circled each of them several times, looking them up and down, grabbing their diapered crotches to see how they would react, and generally treating them either like stock or naughty children who had been well reprimanded.

For their part, Clara and her two companions stood silently with their hands on their heads, trying not to even breath too loudly in the presence of this frightening woman. Finally the woman stopped behind the brunette, and began undoing the poor girl's mouth gag, which had been there for over a month.

The brunette's shock was palpable, with the first time that she'd been able to move her jaw in weeks obviously coming as a long forgotten and difficult to control sensation.

The administrator circled the perky brunette, and took the weak-willed girl's chin in her hand.

"You gave us some trouble there, didn't you, but I think that we've tamed you - like so many strong-willed ones before you." She looked at the slave, as if still somewhat unimpressed, and then smirked, ordering "Kiss my feet."

The brunette grimaced, looked worried, but then awkwardly lowered herself to her hands and knees - thankfully only in the light pullup today - and with her butt in the air, she kissed the woman's feet.

The woman nodded in approval, while watching the grovelling form in front of her. "Good. Your group has passed the initiation stage." she said, as if they had any idea what that was. "You will each be advanced to the nursery proper now."

Clara and the redhead exchanged sidelong glances, hands still on their head and mouths still gaping from their gags, each with a hint of fear in their eyes.

The regal woman circled them, and removed both of their mouth rings as well, much to the sudden relief of Clara, who felt like she'd never closed her mouth in her life.

She was licking her lips in amazement, and so distracted that she didn't even notice that the regal woman had moved in front of her, and was standing there, expectantly waiting.

"Look at me when I am in your presence" the woman barked, causing Clara to jump. The woman smiled as Clara sheepishly met her gaze - quite sure that the woman could dole out something far worse than any of the combined spankings or enemas or early bed times of the past four weeks combined.

Grinning sadistically, the taller woman looked down her nose at the weakling diapered form of Clara, seemed to be happy with what she saw, and instructed "Thank me for turning you into a proper baby girl."

Clara could have fainted. She was already humiliated beyond all measures that she imagined, but still would prefer that the others never know about her past wishes and cravings for such treatments - she would take it all back now if she could. The mistress hadn't revealed it yet, but Clara knew that she was supposed to thank her for fulfilling her twisted submission fantasies.

"Say it." growled the regal woman, as Clara stood paralysed.

She found it hard to speak, and required a few murmuring false starts, but finally managed to croak out "Thank you for making me into a proper baby girl, mistress..."

The woman smiled her sadistic smile again, and kissed Clara once on the lips, before opening the office door and allowing the nanny-nurses to come fetch their defeated charges. They were lead away, and Clara sobbed silently a little, feeling herself being led away by grownups, who were truly in charge, as a weak willed child hoping for a chance to escape into some quiet shadow somewhere, and be her own boss.

To be continued. (Now available in subsequent posts in the thread)

Some various pictures from the training program, of girls unknown, though they may well be some of our protagonists.

[Naughtybottomboy]

Wow! Fantastic story!

[baby frost]

Great story

[baby frost]

Great story

[Princess Pottypants]

Fun!

[little_kristy]

I DEMAND MORE!!!

[deewet]

Interesting story, and luv the pictures provided, especially the 2 girls together, they look so happy and peacefull.

Please continue with the story, It will be great to know what the " proper baby girls" are up to next.

Dee

[RUSH2112]

Can't wait for more

[babyredhead]

Great story I can't wait for more!

[mizuma]

First off I would like to say that I really like the context of your story and how it has turned out. Obviously from the start, we the reader know where this story is going to lead after reading the first chapter but that is the whole point. Lay down the scene and set up the destination. Makes it easier for the reader to know if it something that they would like to continue and even easier for you to not lose focus of the end goal.

The character development is simplistic but to the point. The description of appearance is not necessary when the mind can use the power of imagination to fill in the gaps with a little guidance.

The theme of Forced Babyification is one that many fantasize about and would love to happen to them but if the situation were to turn from a harmless fantasy to a reality, people would probably not be so welcoming to the idea. This was easily interpreted through Clara's actions of resentment and total fear. Yet apart of her, the illogical side that is driven by pleasure, is secretly loving that her ultimate fantasy is being forced upon her and she has no say. To become completely submissive without will. Whether she likes it or not.

I hope my message is clear in saying that I really loved your story so far and would love to read more in the future. My message may seem very long winded and some might say "Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" but I wanted to expand on my thoughts and to give feedback on your work.

Well, I better stop writing before someone's head blows up...

Yours Truly, Mizuma~!

[ausdpr]

Part 4 - The Nursery Proper

The girls returned to the wide halls of their captor's facility, and were taken in a new direction by their nannies, each girl pulled by reigns attached to a pink and yellow child harness strapped around her torso.

Clara found herself somehow missing the gag now - it at least gave her an excuse for being silent in that it gave her no option, now she had the option and realised that she had become too cowardly to use it, and was humiliated at the realisation of how much they had broken her.

Ahead of Clara, the redhead from her shipping and then nursery group was massaging her newly freed mouth, with a similarly confused and distant look on her face after the new-found freedom. Clara wondered not for the first time how it must seem for the other girls, who didn't even know about babification beforehand, as she had. Soiling their diaper, naps, highchair feedings - it must have been an overwhelming re-training experience, but it obviously worked. The centre produced many well behaved "adult children" crafted from previously normal adult women.

Thinking about how she could ever explain her perverse desire to be here if any of the other girls found out, Clara had the sudden disturbing mental image of herself tied over a bondage horse, begging to be put in diapers and made into a baby while her rear was paddled mercilessly by the Warden woman. She shuddered at the thought, that type of thing used to be her wildest fantasy, but now seemed her full-time nightmare.

Clara glanced at the other girls, walking as they were in their baby doll dresses and revealing cute princess pullups with every step. Their initial month had largely been a timeless and blurred stupor of shocks and diaper changes, not much better than their horrific shipping experience, and so far had very little in the way of specific training, rather they had simply been broken, moulded to be trained.

But now Clara sensed that she was coming into her training proper, where she would perhaps - more humiliatingly - have to be a child in her own actions, instead of simply being forced by raw bondage. She found herself fearing how subservient and obedient she would probably turn out to be. She'd had a few hard spankings just for being disagreeable - but there was something worse about the upcoming expectation of actually being a child in a meaningful more normal life sense. She would probably be expected to take the initiative, finding things to colour in, toys to call her own, nurses to change her diaper - it was possibly an even more horrific thought than being stuck in that crib room, because there would be no excuses but her own cowardice now.

The thought of taking on a regressed adult mindset made her shudder, she wasn't ready to abandon her adulthood yet. She didn't have to affirm to herself that she was absolutely craving freedom from the diapers which clung to her butt, and the denial of simple adult freedoms such as toilets, rather than the seat of her pants.

Suddenly they were turning from the hall, entering another small side room, and each girl groaned as they saw the row of changing tables prepared with open thick diapers. The pullups had only been for their presentation to the headmistress, Clara realised with disappointment, and they were each now to be put back where they were beginning to learn that they "belonged".

The brunette seemed particularly unenthusiastic, and looked nervously at the laid out diapers - knowing full well what she had been doing in the seat of such in the past long blur of days. She began to negotiate in her best business voice, nervously quivering as she spoke.

"I don't think that I necessarily need to go back in -" she began, but was cut off with a resounding smack to her rear and upper thigh. She yelled and hopped, instantly going quiet and grabbing her bottom, knowing full well that the nannies could do worse. She stood with a trembling lip knowing that she shouldn't have taken the risk of talking back, as her matron towered over her wagging a finger in her face.

"I don't recall asking your opinion young lady, and I think that you just earned yourself a task of writing a poem describing why you love your diapers - how thankful you are for being put in them, and singing a little song about the freedom they provide - giving examples of when you went in them, and how lucky it was that they were there. Then, you can read your poem in front of all the other children, and better never forget how much you love your diapers, unless you want to go back into the private nursery for another round of familiarisation."

The brunette looked equal parts furious and horrified, but the Nanny only leaned closer, glaring into the brunette's face as she asked "Do I make myself clear?"

The girl stared back blankly, seemingly almost tempted to yell back in indigence, but then her face melted into subservient fear, and she meekly replied "Yes, Ma'am." - her face turning sick as she realised what she would have to do.

They were all miserable as they were hoisted backwards onto their changing tables, lain on their backs, and had their pullups pulled down. Clara sucked on her lower lip and tilted her head back to look at the wall behind her, while the stern Nanny applied new cream and powder to her charge's genitals and then rear, ensuring that it was all rubbed in quite properly.

"You are getting to become proper little ones now." the redhead's nanny began, "which means that you will learn etiquette, spend time in the nursery proper, and make friends. You will learn to report to the nannies anything which you think that they would want to know, such as whether other girls are up to no good."

"You will each be tested, and each of you better hope that she's the most proper little girl, or you could go back to a newborn group for far longer, and that's if you're lucky. The naughtiest little girls go into complete sensory deprivation in cribs for years on end, why we've had one girl who thought that just because her Daddy was a prince somewhere, she was somehow not required to act her new age like all the rest here. She has not left her crib, seen light, or heard sound, in over two years, and I hear that she now responds only to the touch of diaper changes in a desperate bucking, as if hoping to plead her way out. She'll be lucky if she gets another chance at the nursery before three years are up."

Clara heard the redhead gulp in nervousness after the story, and each lay terrified as their diapers were pulled up and then fastened tightly around their waists. Then another diaper came, and then another. Soon Clara realised that she couldn't possibly walk in the thickness that they were giving her, and looked to her side to see that the other girls were the same - giant mounds now rising above their privates waiting for a seeming heavy combination of wettings. It was the brunette's nurse who explained in an unnervingly sweet tone, as if it was entirely benign,

"All newcomers in the nursery proper are to be crawlers for a long stretch of time, which will allow the children to know who are the newest, and lowest. And because we know that you can't be trusted to do as we say yet, these thick diapers instead ensure that there's no chance of you being disobedient. There's no chance of you walking like naughty little girls when you shouldn't be, not when you're in these." she finished, smugly. Clara was horrified, but also still that slightest bit aroused, she noted miserably, and hoped that nobody could somehow read her mind and know that terribly embarrassing secret on top of all the other embarrassments. She saw the two girls next to her, and knew that nobody should be aroused in such a state. And yet she was.

They were helped down from their tables, finding that they indeed could not stand in what they were wearing - it was as thick as what she had been shipped in, during that long uncomfortable journey, and she silently prayed that the diaper changes wouldn't be as infrequent to match.

Ordered to crawl - with a light slap from a paddle on Clara's bottom - they made their way towards a secondary door from the one in which they had entered. To the trio's gut-wrenching horror, they found themselves emerging into a giant daycare room, full of adult women dressed as oversized babies and toddlers.

Clara was stunned. The others beside her audibly lost their breath. They all remained stupidly on all fours staring at the scene, while behind them, the door into the changing station closed, taking the nannies with it.

Clara saw one girl, dressed as an oversized messy toddler with loose t-shirt and giant disposable to match, sitting with her legs out to her sides as she banged on a collection of pots and pans in front of her with a wooden spoon, while sucking furiously on a pacifier.

Another woman, who Clara instantly suspected was one of the strongest willed in the group, sat in an oversized plastic baby swing, which was clearly vibrating furiously while she moaned into one of the dreaded ring gags, and seemed to be focusing nowhere as her eyes rolled from the torturous ecstasy, seemingly designed to inflame an erotic attachment to diapers.

Clara blushed knowing that she would need no such training.

Another two girls sat back to back, clad in the same giant diaper which pulled them tightly against each other - both seemed miserable, but sucked on their pacifiers and played with their toys obediently. They looked up at angrily at a girl who almost ran into them on a large plastic tricycle, which she was riding nervously as a Nanny stood nearby and encouraged her on a circuit around that part of the room.

The whole room was full of such noisy events, it was a mini catastrophe, and the three new entrants watched from near the wall, dumbfounded, on all fours in crawling positions, realising that their only option now was to crawl forward, into the nightmarish explosion of noise and colours.

They each were having a sickening and frightening realisation of just how large the operation was, and just how long-lasting their experience were going to be. Clara hated herself for knowing more than the others, and why. She almost wanted to go find a furniture post to hump her thickly diapered crotch against, but more than anything wanted to go hide in some impossibly dark corner, and disappear from the sheer realisation of how humiliating her life was about to become.

She didn't know how long they stayed there, all three equally stunned. Clara didn't even notice a nanny appear and check the brunette's diaper, commenting on that she was carrying a huge load, and needed a change. Clara realised that the girl must have literally shit herself from the sight of the scene before them. In retrospect, she realised, it was lucky that she hadn't done the same.

The brunette began to cry, but the nurse had no sympathy, and simply said "come along" and lead the crawling girl away.

The two remaining girls watched their crib partner crawl away in silence, and then the redhead let out an involuntary worried mewing sound, which she quickly silenced. After a moment of indecisiveness, she crawled away also, and Clara watched in fascination as the giant baby-woman crawled away in thick diapers, tantalised by the thought that she must look the same. Horrified again, she hated herself, and decided to set off in an opposite direction. After weeks of sleeping with those stranger girls, seeing each other's messy diaper changes, sharing naked baths with them - she felt the need to go find new companions who hadn't seen every humiliating angle of her.

There was so much activity in the playroom, and Clara didn't want anything to do with any of it. She avoided a group of three girls seemingly having naps on the floor - lying on their sides on mats, three white disposable diapered butts were visible under small blankets draped over three women's sleeping shoulders.

She almost bumped into another group, two girls in denim overall dresses and the always-visible diapers, playing with puzzle pieces. They looked at her for a long moment, before one of them said "You're new... Do you want to uh join in?"

Clara nervously sputtered "Uh, no, thanks" and crawled off as fast as she could, making an idiot of herself with her giant butt in the air.

Part 5 - The Girl in Black

Clara finally rounded an unused slippery slide, into a quiet section of the larger playroom, otherwise penned in by various cupboards quite well.

She came into the presence of one solitary diapered women - maybe a teen - sitting and playing with china dolls. She had shiny black hair with two white ribbons tied in, pale skin, and a perfect black and white lolita outfit. From mary janes on her feet, black and white leggings went up to her diaper, which was hidden under a stretched pair of blue and yellow teddy-bear-printed underwear - the only colour on her outfit. The underwear was half covered by many layers of white frills on various short petticoats which started higher on her waist than they probably should, giving her the illusion of wearing normally proportioned clothes which still revealed her diaper. Her jet black dress matched her shoes, hair, and nails, and even Clara was taken aback by how perfectly she was dressed and presented as a gothic doll.

The girl looked at Clara stunned for a moment, she had been crawling rather fast in her panic after all, and then sighed, saying "You probably have no idea what the fuck's going on, being new and all."

Clara remained gaping on all fours, until the girl pointed to a spot opposite her collection of dolls, saying "Sit" suggestively.

Clara nervously crawled over, and the girl looked her up and down in appraisal. "You should find a big sister," she said. "Some of the girls can be quite mean, even here, and when I was new I got sent off to deprivation treatment for a month for something which I didn't even do, but they pinned on me on my first day." She had a hint of sadness in her voice as she said that, but also a little toughened bitterness and resolve.

"If you want, I'll watch out for you. I have angel status now - I haven't done anything naughty in over a year."

"You've... been here for over a year?" Clara asked gaping, looking at the girl worryingly. It occurred to her with a pang that she had seen pictures of this girl, had... masturbated to her. Now she realised that she was one of those very babies herself.

"Yeah." said the girl matter of factly, "I don't know if you know, but they auction us off, and I've already been sold to some sicko priest. It's only a matter of months until he gets out of prison for some crime from years ago, and then, I'm his."

She spoke matter of factly, as if completely resigned to her fate. "Then I'll probably be sucking his dick and begging his wife for a diaper change, and will otherwise be the perfect dolled daughter for them."

Clara switched to sitting on her own padded rear, legs awkwardly splayed, as she listened to the girl's story, seeing where she was going with it.

"They've already told me that my crib will lie against a one way mirror into their master bedroom, that they want to watch me in there as they fall asleep every night." "And you know what?" the girl asked.

"..What?" Clara responded, not sure if she actually wanted to know.

"I'll do it all, obediently, as you eventually will too, when your time to be adopted comes." she said, staring deadpan at Clara.

"The grownups here -" she continued, gesturing around, "Are all true grownups, we are not - you will eventually understand this. They do what they want because grownups do what they want, and we absolutely don't do what we want, we do as we're told - and what they want is to train us to act as they see fit, and they'll succeed. You can fight it, you can deny it, but if you're here, it's because you don't have what they have, you don't have true adulthood in you. They'll make you see, and soon you'll be wishing for a Mommy to hold your hand and spank you when you're naughty."

Clara looked at her like she was crazy, but knew enough to also think that she just might be right.

"That's how we all come to see it anyway," the girl finished miserably. "It's hard to explain - but you, and whoever else you came in with, are all going to be oversized children like the rest of us, soon enough. It's about spirit as much as true age, and I sure as hell am never going back to paying bills, looking after myself, or somehow learning to be potty trained again if that's possible. I don't even know if I could sleep without the bars of a crib now."

Clara looked at her in mortified horror, quite sure that what the girl said was true, and that in time, she would no longer be able to say that she thought of herself as a grownup and still be speaking honestly.

"They picked us well," the raven-haired girl said, gesturing once more. "We're all the types who are suited for this sort of thing, and each discover it in the end."

Clara sat stunned at the harsh introduction. "What's your name?" she whispered.

"Sarah Jane Emily" replied the girl, "Or at least it is now."

"They wanted me to have a pretty girly name." she added, seeing Clara's confusion.

"I'm uh Clara. And I don't think that I'm going to let them turn me into a kid." she said defiantly.

Sarah Jane Emily snorted, and picked up one of her dolls.

"Have you seen the grownups?" she asked curiously.

"Yes." replied Clara.

Sarah Jane laughed, "See. You think of them as grownups already."

Clara's brow furrowed, "No, that's not what I meant, they just call themselves that, and it kind of sinks in - it's all tricks."

"You won't get out of here until you think - understand - that it's the truth. And they know when you understand, you can't fake it."

"So.. what.." Clara began angrily, "You think that you're actually a little girl, even knowing that you're not?"

"No." Sarah Jane explained quietly. "I know that I'm a big girl, who has been turned into a little girl for all intents and purposes, and have realised that I can't just turn back now." "You will see." she added simply. Clara decided not to push it.

Sarah Jane Emily held out a doll for Clara, and Clara blushed as she took it, feeling somehow more childish instantly for the act, yet trying to deny what Sarah Jane could ever be right.

"So, do they um, potty train anybody if they're lucky, or anything?" asked Clara, hopeful.

"I haven't used a toilet once since I got here" Sarah said dryly, looking away, unable to meet Clara's eyes when she said it. "There's no choice, it's just all diapers now. All the time. For everything."

"But they can't!" said Clara exasperatedly, "They just can't."

Sarah Jane smirked.

"They have boys too, somewhere else, or maybe it's a different facility from which they visited here once. But I had to do a sort of old fashioned family portrait set with a boy once, who was dressed in a schoolboy's sailor uniform, with tiny shorts and a little hat to match the schoolgirl outfit which I was wearing. And he was diapered all the same - it was poking out everywhere.

When it was over, he left with some huge guy, who was his caretaker or owner I think - he threatened the guy in diapers - who was maybe in his twenties - with a spanking for poor posture, and he shot right back to attention. There's really no escaping that being a kid is about how you react to people who say that they are grownups and hold the authority, as much as anything else."

Clara frowned, Emily Jane seemed almost as if she needed to justify to herself that she had surrendered. But if every other girl that had come before them had done the same, what chance did Clara have?

"Anyway" said Emily, as if shrugging off the previous conversation, "If you're going to be my little sister, there's a few other things that you should know.

Unless you have angel status like me, then when you poo you have to tell a nanny immediately - if they find you without a changing note post-it, you'll regret it."

"Post its..?" asked Clara.

"Yeah, it says when you were found in a messy diaper, and they then mark a time on the note until you can be changed, and stick it on the back of your diaper, and then other nurses check you later, you can't ever demand that they rush it, it's always their call.

It supposedly ensures that you're fully accustomed to diaper dependency and all it entails, and don't expect to just get out of a messed diaper immediately as some prissy girls have in the past. Why, there was a leggy blonde once that was so entitled... Anyway, they fixed her and I think sold her to a woman with a crazy elaborate scat fetish, so don't let them know what embarrasses you most."

Clara thought back to her many stories, which described in detail the embarrassing things which she eroticised more than anything else. She felt nauseous.

"And don't think that you can game the system. If you don't have a changing note by three hours before bedtime, you're shit out of luck - you'll have to wait until morning for a change. The schedule for bedtime randomly changes for each person each day, so don't take the risk of trying to go at a certain time to try to get a shorter wait from night-time changes, it could turn into a much much longer wait, and for most everybody who has tried, it backfired so many times that they stopped."

"Two." continued Sarah Jane, "You can usually request who you share your crib with, they only really deny it when somebody's getting punished. Unless you're a lesbo, I suggest avoiding a few girls, as they're pretty strong and the nannies turn a blind eye to being raped in your own crib - in fact, I think that they film it."

Clara touched her lips, remembering where the warden had kissed her less than an hour earlier, and didn't doubt it. She tried to imagine forceful sex in diapers in her crib late at night, and then shook the thought from her mind.

"Three. Because I'm your big sister, you take the fall for me if it's ever needed. But it probably won't, I'm an angel. But remember that other girls may have little sisters who could do so if you ever get into a fight with one of them."

Clara tried to imagine a complex social order in a land of diapered oversized babies, and realised that her situation was going to be a lot more complicated than she ever thought. Really, she realised, anywhere people are kept together like this, such hierarchies emerge, and she'd better get used to it.

"There are more things that you should know, but those are probably the most pressing." finished Sarah Jane.

Clara pondered for a moment, before asking "Are... Are we ever breastfed?"

"Yes" replied Sarah Jane Emily, "But not regularly. How did you know?" she asked, looking at Clara curiously.

Clara didn't want to blow her cover - she couldn't imagine if they ever knew that she fetishized all of this before coming, it would be too humiliating. She'd be "the baby who wanted it", when she really didn't any more than anybody else - she just got off on it, and didn't know why.

"It uh just seemed obvious that they might do such things, I suppose" she responded, not needing to fake her convincing downcast attitude.

Sarah Jane went back to playing with her dolls, evidentially putting them all in an alternative assortment of clothes, while Clara sat at a loss, not touching the dolls in front of her.

Sarah eventually pointed out into the larger playroom, which was visible from their fairly private vantage point between a children's slide and some large warddrobes.

Following the line of Sarah's finger, Clara watched as a vaguely Asian girl crawled up to a nanny, tugged on her skirt, and said something pleading while bouncing on her hands and knees The nanny checked the girl's diaper by pulling back the band, wrote on a piece of paper, then stuck the oversized post-it note to the rear of the girl's diaper. The girl then crawled away, not looking up and seemingly hoping that no eyes were on her, with the embarrassing slip bouncing on her rear letting the whole world know the state of her diaper.

Clara went pale. "I'll have to do that..?"

"Whenever you mess your diapers" explained Sarah Jane, obviously more embarrassed about it than she was trying to let show.

Clara liked Sarah, she decided, as much as she could like an oversized gothic doll who advocated surrendering to diaper dependency. She at least warned her about the cribs.

"Look, I'm almost done here" Sarah said, "And the nannies can make it a bit of a torment if you're not seen active semi-regularly, if you want to stay safe on your first day, you should at least probably crawl around a bit, or you might get some "encouragement" to do some baby activity which you don't want to do. Find something which suits you, or which annoys you less than all the other options."

Clara could think of nothing that she wanted to do, especially crawling around as an obvious newcomer in giant diapers, not even able to stand.

"Will they really.." Clara begun.

"Yes." cut in Sarah Jane, "As your big sister, I'm just watching out for you. You should go be active for a bit."

Clara sighed and heaved herself onto all fours, and looked out at the larger nursery nervously. She decided that she would go find Red from the crib, she suspected that the girl could use a sister as good as Sarah Jane.

Part 6 - Encounter with a brat

Clara crawled, but found herself too embarrassed to show her face, and thus had been crawling with her head down - which was not so uncommon in a daycare full of adult women kept in diapers against their will and constantly humiliated for it - but the problem was that she didn't really watch where she was going, and ended up right in the midsts of a large group of girls. She realised that she was in trouble when she found herself being teased by what looked like toddlers, jeering and asking if the new baby was lost.

One girl in blonde pigtails - and what Clara thought were particularly adorable toddler shoes - still managed to make herself seem menacing, as she approached Clara and towered over her, seemingly rubbing in her ability to walk upright. Clara began to wonder if she wasn't effectively in some horrific women's prison, she would expect such gangs as this there as well.

"Hey, new girl" the blonde grinned sadistically, "You're going to be my new little sister, got it? Which means that you're going to sleep in my crib, and do what I say. In return, I'm going to protect you, which means that nobody else touches those pretty little cheeks unless I give permission first."

Clara gaped, not knowing what to say, and after a moment, realised that she was wetting herself. She didn't handle conflict well.

The toddler-punk in front of her suddenly stopped the jeering and went silent, before her face split into a grin.

"New girl is pissing her pants at the sight of me!" she laughed, which a few others joined in.

Clara found herself wondering how the fuck these people existed here, and realised that anywhere that people were imprisoned by stronger people, there were still the bitchy rulers of the prison kingdom. She tried to stop herself peeing but barely managed amongst all the frightening jeering, before it started up again. Clara suddenly started sniffling, as tears ran down her face.

"Daw, I didn't mean to make the wittle baby cry" teased the bully standing over her, "Would you like Mommy to kiss you and make it all better?" she teased, but Clara sensed that it was also a literal question, or threat.

Another girl nearby boldly called "You cry plenty when you're spanked, Gem" which caused the girl standing over Clara to turn furious, and bunch her fists.

"Don't talk about that here Anna you idiot, you know that nobody speaks about that to me."

Anna clearly wasn't frightened, perhaps she was a contending leader of her own, and simply rolled her eyes and said "Later Gem, have fun with the new girl" and then wandered off, with the slightest bit of a waddle which made it seem somehow comical, like a scene from some rugrats episode.

Gem was angry, but seem mollified by Anna leaving. She returned her attentions to Clara. Crouching, she took the tear-moistened chin of the girl on all fours in her hand, and lifted Clara's face.

"Look at me" Gem said.

Clara wondered if this Gem girl might not be better suited for a nanny job, and began to doubt Sarah Jane's claim that they were all picked for being appropriate for being babies. Then she began to wonder whether Gem was picked especially for being appropriate for being a bully type of baby to make the experience hell for the other girls, and Clara instantly knew that this girl could turn into a sweetheart when the "grownups" appeared, and suspected that they probably even know about it, and encouraged it. Clara realised that in such a situation, she'd have a much harder time than she expected to not regress, there were childish stresses here worse than what she had even imagined.

"Look at me" Gem growled, and Clara loooked up, wishing that she wasn't stuck in this stupid crawling position with her giant diaper marking her as bait.

"What's your name?" Gem asked, her eyes like fierce cinders.

"Clara" she whimpered, but then blurt out "L-Look... I already have a big sister, Sarah.. Jane.. um, Emily."

"Oh? You have a sister? And you have to think about it to remember her full name?" Gem asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, no uh.. It's just that I'm ne-"

"What's my name?" Gem interrupted, gripping Clara tighter, so that she spat out "Gem!" before even thinking about it.

"That's right, I'm Gem, and see, you know my name, so that's you are better off being my little sister. So when the nannies ask whose crib you want to sleep in, if you somehow end up there early looking to get a choice, you can say 'Gem'. Not that stupid China-Doll's plaything - she'd probably want to dress you up like her other toys."

Clara began to wonder if these women - diapered and forcefully babified as they were - really actually had such discernible traits, whether Sarah was playing with the dolls not just for something to do, but because those were the toys which she gravitated towards. Clara wondered if they had a writing crayon station or similar - she liked writing - Then her attention was snapped back to Gem, who was gripping Clara tighter.

"I'll say it again - say that you will be my little sister."

Clara realised that she hadn't even heard the first time, lost in her train of thought.

"Say it." spat Gem."

"But I already -"

"No you don't. Now say it."

Clara tried to back away then, to get out of Gem's grip on her chin in her awkward state. It was like backing a boat with a blindfold, and she found herself trapped.

"But-"

Clara saw a nurse walking past, and suddenly called "Nurse! Nanny! Ma'am!"

The nurse turned, and Gem had already released Clara's face.

To her horror, she saw Gem become an instantaneous sweetheart, rocking on her heels with her hands behind her back.

Before Clara even thought to say anything, Gem was on it, obviously well trained in her new toddler role. "Miss Sandra, this new girl - Clara here - just asked me to be her new big sister, and I said yes! Isn't that wonderful?"

"No! I-" began Clara, but withered under the gaze of the tall nurse in heels looking down her nose at her, and the presence of the powerful Gem standing next to her. Clara found herself then staring up the nurse's short dress, suddenly enormously envious of the perfect white panties that she saw there, now completely lost in her overwhelming situation and simply staring.

"Are you looking up my dress young lady?!" the nurse suddenly bellowed, snapping Clara out of her daze, and turning quite a few heads nearby, despite most of Gem's group having scattered when the nurse arrived.

"No, I... don't know.." Clara said, beginning to tear up again.

The nurse seemed to hear Clara say 'Yes', and continued on as if so. "That is a very naughty and disgusting thing. Newcomers here often have such poor manners as you, but we have ways to fix it!"

Clara was trying not to break into a full tear bawling while so many eyes were on her, and remained frozen as the Nanny took a reign from her belt, and clipped it to Clara's top.

"Come" the nanny ordered, ironically now giving Clara a fuller view of up the woman's skirt as she turned and pulled her along.

She looked around in silent desperation, hoping that somebody in this wretched place might save her, but then felt the tug of the leash, and began crawling after the "true grown up", as Sarah Jane would say, and was proving to be right.

In a small side-room, half an hour later, Clara lay sobbing on her back, while her many diapers lay unfastened under her, and a soapy enema nozzle was finally inserted into her waiting rectum. As she swelled up, she began to make delirious pleas, about how she wasn't suitable for baby material, and should just be sent home. Neither the nanny nor the brutish woman who staffed the enema room listened, and after the long ordeal, Clara was finally taped back into her diaper, not even letting her enema be released into a potty as they had done in the training room.

She cried for some time, but was soon being helped off of the bench, and then was forced to crawl back into the nursery, feeling small squirts escaping her rectum. A door was closed behind her, and she burst into louder tears as she found herself with nowhere to go, and let loose into her diaper then and there at the blank wall of the nursery. Thankfully nobody hung around a door which an angry nurse had disappeared into, but she was still quite sure that various people saw and heard her loudly filling her diaper.

Finally finished, and still sobbing, she looked around, realising that she had to avoid Gem again, and then realised with a wave of sickness that she'd have to find a nanny to give her a messy diaper change slip also. With the determination of the truly desperate, she set off, crawling in her giant and now very uncomfortable diaper, keeping an eye out for diaper bullies, and wondering why the fuck she had ever wished for any of this.

To be continued...

A possible Sarah Jane Emily..

[aldl4811]

Awesome work AusDrp. Looking forward to reading more.

[babynicole]

i hope clara doesnt see gem often

[baby frost]

Great story this could also be a great rp

[baby bear]

Fantastic! Can't wait for more!!!

[kirababy]

Best story i've read in years! Keep it going, please.

[deewet]

Oh yeah, keep it going and going and going, and the girls too.

Please more!

Dee

[Princess Pottypants]

Nice continuation! You've really taken the idea of the original story and ran with it - I'm very interested to see where this goes. And I really like the idea of the changing notes.

[Master X]

This story is getting better and better with every chapter! Thanks a lot!

[ausdpr]

Part 7 - The Playhouse

Looking ahead, Clara took a breath and mustered her courage, and then started crawling towards the nurse who she had spotted walking by.

She felt so ashamed, crawling, while the woman stood, bringing a messy diaper behind her which she was going to need to ask to be changed.

The nurse was writing something or other on her clipboard. Her strong thighs allowed her to stand like a normal adult person, which intimidated Clara, driving home what she was no longer old enough to be.

"Um, miss?" she asked nervously, once she was close enough, feeling a twist in her stomach as she spoke to and interrupted an "adult".

The nurse looked down, raised an eyebrow, and then beamed. "Well hello cutie" she cooed, "You must be new here, being so adorable in your crawler diaper like that."

"Y-Yeah.." Clara agreed, on all fours, doing her best not to look up this nurse's skirt after her previous lesson.

"And what's your name honey-bun?" asked the nurse as if she was speaking to a genuine small child.

"C-Clara.." stuttered the girl, "I was wondering... um... about a diaper change.."

The nurse looked over Clara's crawling form, seeing the faintly visible signs of the expulsion of her enormous enema - hidden, despite itself, due to the sheer size of Clara's crawler diaper, and sniffed the air.

"Oh honey, of course. First you'll have to tell me what you've done, to ensure that you are honest about your actions like a big girl, and don't just expect to be changed by slave grownups who are there to serve you. Can you tell me that you've done a poo in your diaper? And ask for a change?"

Clara grit her teeth, but knew that she was hopelessly desperate for a change, and would say anything. "Y-Yes.. I've gone.. I did.. a poo in my diaper" she admitted, craving a change more than her pride right now. "Can I... um... please have a diaper change?"

The nurse smiled. "See? Isn't honesty and politeness nice? Now of course, I'll write you a note which will schedule you a change, and then you can get right back to having fun. Is that what you wanted sweetie?"

Clara cast her eyes down, "Yes ma'am" was all that she could say. She felt relief at that it was at least almost over, and that she could stop dealing with "grownups" after this.

The nurse circle Clara, and lay a hand on the edge of her diaper at her thigh. She lifted a leg band, investigating the stinking girl's state. "Oh, and were you punished with an enema young lady?"

Clara felt a pang of embarrassment run through her. "Y-Yes... ma'am..."

"Hrm, and why was that? Have you been acting up today?"

Clara winced, she hadn't wanted to ever mention what had happened again. "I was, well, I was um looking up a grown up's skirt miss. I was staring, but I did learn my lesson!" she insisted, with a flashback to herself moaning and squealing as she had been spanked over the nurse's knee not half an hour earlier, being lectured for looking up a grown up's skirt while she sobbed that she was sorry over and over, until the nurse was finally appeased. Clara truly did feel naughty and that she had learned her lesson.

The nanny kept inspecting her diaper and made a thinking hrm, clearly disapproving of the naughty perverted girl's earlier actions. She stood and made a show of placing one hand on her hip unimpressed, while she used the other to ensure that her skirt line was not showing anything to the crawling pervert before her.

The nanny shook her head at Clara, and asked "That was very naughty wasn't it? Looking up a grown up's clothes?"

"Y-Yes.. ma'am..." Clara replied, hating having to discuss all this, just wanting her change slip, and now fearing that she might not even get one.

"It was very naughty. I learned my lesson with a spanking and enema, and apologised, and we even had... a hug time after... and I told her that I would be good from now on." Clara remembered sitting in the woman's lap, sniffling while being told that it was all for her own good, that the nannies weren't monsters but merely wanted to ensure that she was raised right. She hated herself for half believing it.

The nurse's expression softened. "Well, you seem to have learned your lesson" she smiled, and patted Clara's bulging stinking bottom.

"Now, I think that given that you're a crawler, and have obviously been given the enema to be punished, you should wait... hrm... at least ten hours to be changed."

Clara shifted uncomfortably, an enema was proving to be particularly bad - it was so squishy and slimy, and ten hours seemed like an eternity right then.

"Which -" continued the nurse, "puts your change past bedtime. Do you understand what that means? Has one of the other children explained it to you?"

Clara's heart sank. "Y-Yes, ma'am. Sarah Jane Emily told me."

"Oh, what a good girl she is." beamed the nurse. "So you will wait until tomorrow morning for a change, and will almost certainly learn not to be a naughty girl again for it now will you?" cooed the nurse.

"But I -" began Clara hopelessly,

The nanny's brow furrowed, and she clasped her palms together between her thighs while leaning forward to look Clara directly in the eyes. "Oh? Do you think that it's not a fair punishment? For what you've done? Looking up a grownup's skirt is a very serious offence Clara, you wouldn't understand being in diapers, but for those of us who are mature enough to be out of diapers and wear underwear, that's a very private area, and grownups have what is called sexual thoughts about such places."

Clara was at a loss for words, she knew that she couldn't dare argue her case. She was vaguely distracted by the deep arrousal that seemed to be building in her loins when she was being talked to this way, receiving such unexpected humiliation. She wasn't sure if she was luckier or worse off than the other girls for feeling this way, it was distracting and only made her blush.

She hung her head, and whimpered "N-No, it's fair ma'am, thankyou ma'am."

The nanny smiled and stood back up, beaming down at the obedient cutie in the giant diaper. "In time you will come to understand. You're new here, and need to learn to act your age, but we're here to help you along. It's all for your own good, even if you don't yet understand it."

"Yes ma'am." whimpered Clara.

The nanny took a pencil and paper from her belt, and wrote what Clara knew must signify that she wouldn't be getting a change until tomorrow morning. After a long moment of scribbling with the pen, the nanny walked around Clara and stuck the slip onto her diapered rear - rubbing it and then giving a hard spank to ensure that it stuck.

The woman stood back up and inspected the large bouncing sticker which now sat on the rear of Clara's diaper. "And what do we say?" she asked sweetly.

Clara stared, and then realised. "Thankyou... ma'am."

The nanny beamed. "Good girl. If you act like that, and you will be much happier here, rather then going around looking up big people's clothes."

Clara quivered with humiliation. She quipped one final "Yes Ma'am", and then slowly turned, and crawled away, knowing that the dirty changing slip was bouncing on her butt, advertising to the world what she had done in her diaper.

She crawled for some time, hoping to find some hidden shadow into which to sob and fade away forever in.

Rounding a corner, she saw Gem and her gang further down in the play room, standing around a small plastic table seemingly bored as they discussed something or other. Clara sneered quietly as she thought about how ultimately goofy they looked, like giant toddlers trying to act as if they were still in control somehow, and rolled her eyes before crawling away in the opposite direction.

She continued in single-minded desperation for some time, before discovering an oversized toddler playhouse. It was a a simple plastic building, with four walls in a square, a roof, a few windows, and a large open doorway in the front. There was an abandoned tea party set up at a plastic table outside, but she continued past the chairs and crawled into the opening, intending to hide in here until the end of time, or at least a few hours.

She reached the door and crawled through clumsily, cursing the fact that she was bound as a crawler. She was halfway inside the simple playhouse when she noticed that somebody else was already in there. Looking up, she saw Red from her nursery group, huddled against the far wall with an angry scowl on her face.

The girl looked up at Clara, recognising her. "You.." she said simply, seeing Clara frozen in the doorway. "You may as well come in." she said, gesturing with a wave.

Clara nervously entered the room, remember all the times which the girls had spent being bathed together, being moved onto all fours at times and staring directly into each other's privates as they were cleaned in a row, or the times in which they had seen the other's thoroughly soiled diapers being opened for a change - their many soiled diapers sharing a full diaper pail together - or the times when they had slept together in a half naked tangle, their plastic underpants crinkling and rubbing against each other in their confining crib.

"I'm Clara" she introduced herself, embarrassed at finally being able to talk to her previous companion from the hell month initiation.

"Y-Yeah.." the redhead responded, "One of those... nurses... called you that in the bath once."

"Oh" Clara blushed, hating being reminded of their intimate time spent together mewling against their mouth gags while they were washed mercilessly. She sighed, crawled further into the small playhouse, and sat on her rump with a squish.

"I'm Danni." the redhead explained, "We must have come in on the same ship together, in those... bouncer chairs..." She looked angry at the world, as she pulled her knees up and huddled in the semi-dark of the playhouse, yet didn't seem a particularly strong-willed girl, Clara had always thought, rather the brunette in their group had always put up the most fight.

Danni sniffed the air, "Did you..?"

Clara blushed. "They made me!" she blurted out, then went silent, feeling stupid.

Danni relaxed, and sighed. "Is this what we are going to be now? Like they said? Just giant babies who do what we're told, and get treated this way?" Her face hardened into a look of determination, "I won't be a baby, they can try but it won't work. I'll give them hell."

Clara felt a momentary urge to point out that at least what an amazingly perfect giant baby Danni made, with bows in her red hair and her giant diaper showing under her baby doll dress, but then stopped herself, knowing that it may not be appreciated. Instead she suddenly froze as as a final small spurt of her enema noisily escaped into her diaper, and she momentarily squeaked with embarrassment.

Danni said nothing, simply glowered at the wall. After a long moment she asked "did you see the girl... woman, though it's hard to tell... riding around on the tricycle? She almost looked like she was enjoying it. I still don't know whether she was faking it, or whether they can turn us into 'kids' with enough time and humiliation..."

"They've got tons of experience..." said Clara miserably, "So I doubt that we're going to be a particular challenge if so..." She shuddered suddenly and violently then, an act which Danni might have taken as a moment of embarrassment - which it was - but which Clara experienced as a sudden racking of deep arousal. The thought of being broken in as a kid, to the point where she actually giggled as she did it, was utterly humiliating, yet oddly arousing. Why did she have to be turned on that way?

Even thinking about it now was causing her to grow aroused in her diaper, wetting it in a slightly different way. Very slightly, she started rubbing her crotch back and forth on the floor, as she sat on all fours in the playhouse.

It wasn't going to work, she couldn't masturbate in front of Danni. She sighed and stopped.

"Listen, there's some things that you need to know..." explained Clara. "I met another girl out there, who you should talk to too. Even amongst... the girls... the babies... there's gangs and teams, and some of them are pretty tough. I already met a lesbo who wanted me to share her crib with her, which was pretty crazy. You have to come with me to find Sarah Jane, she can help."

Danni stared, her nose twitching as she processed the new information, a new form of indignation looming, and nodded. Neither girl could believe that she was about to willingly crawl again, but found themselves doing it, and Danni was soon following Clara in silence as the two girls made their stupid crawl out of the playhouse and into the nursery.

The nursery was huge, and crawling in the giant diapers was exhausting. They had to take breaks, just to catch their breath, from time to time. The nursery playroom was huge and almost like a maze with all the various dressers and stacks of toy chests and the like.

They passed a mirror, and both blushed as they looked at themselves. And later passed the girl who Clara had seen locked in the vibrating bouncer earlier, now lying exhausted on her back, her giant diaper showing under her denim overall dress, seemingly in a daze as she stared at the roof with a gaping mouth.

Finally the two crawlers spotted Sarah Jane sitting on a rocking horse, looking like her mind was elsewhere as she rocked gently on the toy. The loud rustling of their diapers alerted Sarah to the two approaching, and they blushed knowing how stupid they must look slowly making their way towards her on all fours like that.

She sighed and threw her leg over the side of the rocking horse, then waddled over to meet them, saving them from the final humiliating part of the crawl. She saw the slip bouncing on Clara's bottom, and raised an eyebrow, wondering how Clara had gotten herself into such a situation so quickly, when she had sent her off on a crawl maybe an hour earlier.

With a thump, Sarah Jane Emily sat on her own padded rear, her coloured diaper standing out amusingly in her otherwise black and white gothic uniform.

Clara sighed, relieved after their long search, her slimy diaper becoming too much for such things. She attempted to kneel around her diaper while preventing her full weight from pressing down into her mess, but found it impossible in the giant oversized piece, and had to eventually sink into her own embarrassing filth. Sitting there like that, the dull horniness began to make a creeping return, and she bit her lip as she found herself wanting to rub and masturbate herself to an orgasm again right there.

Sarah Jane looked at Danni, panting with exhaustion after their long crawl around the nursery.

"You must be new too. Welcome to the playroom" she said in a sarcastic tour sing song voice, somehow still keeping her usual monotone style which so matched her outfit.

Clara watched her redhead companion sit down in relief after their long crawl, and explained to Sarah Jane. "This is Danni, I tried to tell her some of the stuff which you told me, but... figured that she could probably use a big sister too."

Sarah Jane nodded towards Danni.

"I, um, ran into 'Gem'", Clara continued, "and realised how fucked up this place can be... It's almost like a prison..."

Sarah Jane's eyes widened a little, "Gem? Shit.. Did she take a liking to you?"

Clara blushed, feeling strange at having had the affection doted on her. "A little... She wanted me to be her little sister, but I said no."

Sarah Jane looked at her strangely. "Gem's not really the type to take 'no' for an answer..."

"Well" Clara said, blushing as she explained, "I got in trouble with a nanny, and think that I got out of it, which is why... well... I got an enema, and now, this" she said while gesturing towards the flapping sticker on her butt.

Danni looked worried, "Who's this Gem?"

Clara nearly cried as she explained her encounter from before, where Gem had threatened to own her, sexually, and lend her out for favours. Danni turned pink with embarrassment.

"She can't do that!" Danni exclaimed. "She's a baby like all the rest of us!"

"She's a manipulative bitch" Sarah Jane cut in, "and she's the type who you don't want to be spending a night with stuck in a crib. She knows how to act when the grownups are around though."

"Grownups?" cut in Danni, sharply, clearly not approving of referring to their captors that way.

Sarah Jane sighed. "Yeah, grownups, you'll fucking see in time."

Danni pouted, she was clearly in Clara's camp on that one. There was no way in hell she was ever going to think of these people as "the grownups", or so she thought.

"Anyway," continued Sarah, "Gem likes to take new girls into her crib at night. I don't know if she was even a lesbian before coming here, but she sure as hell is one now. And, well, it's not where you want to be."

Danni looked incredulous. "But wouldn't the staff people.. the... the grownups...?"

Sarah Jane shook her head.

Clara added. "Remember how the warden mistress woman kissed me.. Before we left the inspection room.."

Danni blushed, and squirmed in her diaper for a moment.

Clara had found herself unable to refer to the warden as "that bitch", despite intending to. She had suddenly become terrified of any such words somehow making it back to the woman.

"However..." continued Sarah, causing the girls to look at her nervously, "I can't have two little sisters. I don't think. It's normally two sisters to a crib, and that's bad enough as it is."

"Wait.. we have to share a crib?" Clara asked, not having known that earlier.

"Yeah, but it's better than random nights with just anybody, which I've been doing for a while. Trust me." Sarah Jane insisted.

Clara blushed, thinking that Sarah Jane Emily was a being of pure elegance, and that it seemed strange to contemplate sleeping alongside such a perfect doll. She felt embarrassed at the knowledge that even the sight of Sarah Jane - making the perfect adult baby as she did - sent tingles of arousal through Clara, and each night could be its own kind of embarrassed torture as she tried to deny her arousal.

"So what do I do?" asked Danni, her face turning white.

"There's other girls, aside from Gem, who don't have a sister at the moment" Sarah said. "We should find you one now. There's one I know of, who's, uh, also a lesbo, but she's not half as bad. She'll just stroke you a bit, and maybe kiss a little, but nothing beyond that. She's gentle."

Sarah Jane blushed as she explained, "I, um, have spent a few nights with her lately, which is how I know. There were, uh, a few hands down my diaper at night, when she was insatiable and would get her way, but other than that..."

Danni for her part looked disgusted.

"There are other girls too" continued Sarah Jane, "I just don't really know them as well." She looked around and added, "It's getting late. You two came in after lunch time, and missed the morning recess in the play yard outside. We should probably find you somebody soon Danni."

Danni obviously wasn't enthusiastic, but nodded anyway, getting onto all fours.

Sarah Jane clumsily got to her feet, legs wobbling under her bulky diaper. "Come on" she said, and began waddling off.

Danni and Clara exchanged glances, and then set off in a crawl together after the brightly coloured back side of Sarah Jane's teddy bear underwear, standing out in her otherwise black and white outfit.

Clara was beginning to think that she'd beg for a change by now, there was no way that she could last until morning. Her normally solid soilings on the ship and in her hell month were bad enough, but this enema was something else. It was outright gross, and starting to itch.

"Is there..." Clara began, panting as they crawled like idiots. "Is there any way to speed up a diaper change? I'm getting really fucking, um, itchy and gross, below."

"Not that I know of," answered Sarah Jane from ahead, "and uh be careful with language where the nurses might hear you, I only speak like that in small groups away from any corners or toy stacks which people could hear from nearby without me seeing."

Clara sulked, and continued after Sarah Jane, feeling the slight bounce of the sticker on her rear as it flapped up and down with each crawl.

They were further into the playroom, when a sneering voice called "Look at the goth dolly and her two lover babies". Clara tensed up, looking around with worried eyes. It was Gem, the blonde in pigtails was approaching with a dark grin.

Sarah Jane looked around to check for staff, then glared back at the pigtailed blonde, who for her part looked half-toddler, half-woman.

"Fuck off Gem." Sarah Jane half spat.

"Oohh language" taunted Gem, "You're lucky I don't report you to the adults. I know how much time they spent cleaning out your mouth before you became such a sweet little thing."

Gem approached and loomed in front of Sarah Jane, trying to intimidate their guide. She sneered right in the face of their raven haired protector, and then smiled.

"You know," Gem said, with a certain sadistic look on her face now, "You don't have a sister either now since yours left. I could just make you my plaything." She reached out and brushed Sarah Jane's cheek with the back of her hand, grinning.

Sarah Jane looked her dead in the eye, she was pretty brave Clara realised - much braver then herself, who had literally pissed herself under Gem's stare.

Sarah Jane yelled "like hell" and pushed the blonde backwards, surprising them all.

Gem stumbled, and fell backwards onto her padded butt, clearly surprised. She was stunned for a moment, and then scowled, kicking Sarah Jane at her ankles and bringing the goth girl down too. In a flash they were suddenly pulling at each other's hair, kicking mary jane clad feet at each other, trying to each back away while their bulky diaper preventing them from making any effective kicks, and ultimately squealing like two embarrassingly large children.

"Oh.. shit.." Clara whispered, backing away a bit.

A male voice boomed.

"Gemma!"

"Sarah.Jane.Emily!"

Clara looked up, newly terrified, as a male trainer marched in from nowhere, looking like a hugely buff gym coach for all she could tell. The guy was huge, and in an instant had the girls separated. He had one of their wrists in a hand of his each, and all four girls were visible cowering under the man's presence now.

Gem tried to steal the moment "Sir, see what happened.." she began, her normally confident voice revealing a hint of fear.

She was cut off however, as he bellowed "I don't want to hear it." Other heads watched from around the playroom, more were arriving and watching at a distance from behind stacks of toys.

The man, who looked like a body builder Clara thought, as she sank lower into her diaper in nervous fear, cast his glance around the room, looking at the other girls.

He spotted one who had seen the whole thing. "Amelia." he said crossly, nodding for her to walk over to stand in front of him, while he held the other two girls' wrists in his hands still.

A blushing woman with freckles and glasses walked over sheepishly, a slight waddle evidence of the diaper under her green overalls.

"Amelia. Did you see what happened?" asked the man in his no-nonsense booming voice.

Amelia looked nervous, glancing at Gem and quite obviously not wanting to be on her bad side, but fearing the man even more.

"Well, Mister Stevens sir, they were fighing over who got which little sister, I think." she said, pointing towards the two crawling girls who had been right there in the midst of it, but who Mr Stevens had entirely ignored, as if they weren't even significant enough to look at while such juniors.

The man named Mr Stevens looked down at the two long-term nursery girls who he held by the wrists. Is this true children?" he asked, yanking them both by the arms as he did so.

"Y-Yessir." they both cried in unison, even though it wasn't quite what had ended up happening, but was partly responsible. Amelia must have overheard Clara's confrontation with Gem earlier and filled in the gaps.

The looming man looked at the Danni and then Clara. The two felt themselves almost melt under his stern gaze.

After a moment of silence, he bellowed "I don't care who wanted which little sister. You will each share the girls, being big sisters to each on alternating schedules."

Clara could have fainted, she wanted to speak up then and there and beg not to be assigned to Gem even part time, but wouldn't dare argue with this man in a thousand years. Danni seemed to be having a similar reaction.

"Sarah Jane Emily can have her pick of first girl, as she has angel status" the man explained, turning his gaze to the raven haired baby girl.

Sarah seemed to visibly pale as he looked at her.

"Uhm.. Clara... I'll start with Clara..." she half whispered.

"Clara?" the man asked, unsure who was who, or at least seeming to.

"Yes sir!" Clara said almost automatically, leaning forward and presenting herself, only hoping to not somehow get caught up in all of this."

"Clara. You will start as Sarah Jane Emily's little sister." "You -" he nodded towards Danni, "Will start as Gem's little sister. That's final, for the both of you." Clara realised that she wasn't breathing, and had to force herself to.

"And as for you two" he said, his voice growing harsh as he turned his gaze to the two girls who he held by the wrist. "You are coming with me."

With that he scooped them both up under one of his arms each, carrying them with their diapered rears sticking out behind him and their arms pinned to their sides. Clara didn't see their faces, but would have easily believed that even those two girls would be reduced to fearful babies in such a state. He marched away, easily carrying them, and in a moment was gone, leaving Clara and Danni sitting in shocked silence.

"...Holy shit" whispered Danni, after a time.

Clara punctuated the moment by releasing another small residue of her enema, the terror having unsettled her. The loud fart punctuated the playroom, and she sat their stunned for a moment.

At the same moment, both girls began to tear up, moisture running from their eyes and snot snivelling from their nose, and with that, silently began to crawl off to find somewhere to hide away from the world, again.

"Let's go back to the playhouse." Clara suggested miserably.

"Yeah..." Danni agreed, and together they set off.

An hour later, they were sitting in the dark fuming. They couldn't be treated this way, in principle, and yet it seemed that they could, in harsh reality.

They filled the time by talking about their lives before their entire ordeal of the past month and more, when they had been grown ups, and had no reason to doubt it.

Clara found herself needing to be careful with what she said, explaining how she got taken and why, lying in simply saying that they had drugged at home, and she had woken in her shipping container, where she had spent the days - or weeks or month for all she could tell - in the bouncer chair, learning to use her diapers as her only option.

Danni nodded and explained nervously that she had been out of work, and that she had been reading an erotic novel which was wildly popular at the moment - the first time that she had encountered bdsm, and she found herself intrigued. Clara knew the book, and remembered thinking that it was positively vanilla compared to her type of writing, but kept it to herself, blushing at the remembrance of all her fantasies which were as bad as she was now in.

Danni had followed up on her intrigue by starting to date online, never having ventured from her conservative upbringing she said, and trying to make herself feel like the adult which she didn't seem to be, ironically enough. She had ended up arranging a blind date with a guy who seemed like the character from her book, getting excited, and had dressed up for the occasion - her poor dress which had been torn to make room for her diaper sometime later on. "He", or whoever she had been talking to online, had sent a limo to pick her up, and she'd sat alone in the back, nervous beyond all reckoning, sipping a glass of water, heading towards her date. Then she had fallen asleep.

She had awoken the same way as Clara, locked in one of those dreaded bouncer chairs, with no idea what was going on. She soon realised that the baby toys, the nippled bottles, the diaper, the bouncer - they all tied together, and was trapped as a baby. She'd tried harder than Clara to escape, trying everything, and tearing up her dress more in the process. She'd been quite desperate, needing to go to the bathroom quite badly... Before long, she had been spending her trip in a delerious state in an overly soiled diaper, moaning againt the dreaded ring gags which the girls had worn until their inspection earlier.

She wiped snot from her face as she finished her explanation, sniffing that this was perhaps at least a little better than their hell month in the nursery crib, which had just been an extended initiation no better than her time in the box.

They both wiped their noses, feeling no better for it, if anything they found that they felt more resigned to their fates after having realised the inevitable and hopeless state of it all. How easily the both of them were taken on this wild wide.

"I don't even know what country we're in." said Danni, and Clara had shaken her head and said that she didn't either.

Thinking about Danni's story, Clara wondered whether Danni being a virgin and finding an interest in BDSM had anything to do with her having been chosen. Whether they took girls who had some measure of interest in being submissive. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who found some arousal in all this nightmare, though she doubted that Danni had the same specific kink.

"We'll get out of this, somehow." Clara said, with false confidence, but placing her hand on Danni's where it rested on the girl's knee beneath her chin.

Danni stared at the wall. "Right now I just want to get out of the locks on this diaper. I really need to pee..."

"You're not... used to it by now?" Clara asked, knowing that it was a pointless question. She sure as hell wasn't used to it herself, even after their hell initiation.

"No" glowered Danni, "And it's somehow worse now... Because once it's done I'll have to ask for a change..."

Clara understood, she had thought the same. "Remember what Sarah Jane Emily said? About them not changing us before bedtime if we didn't have a slip?" Clara asked, a little worried at the reminder of how her own situation was seemingly going to have to wait until morning.

Danni's eyes widened at the realisation. "She did say that it was getting late before - I have no clue what time it is any more really. Weren't the changing slips just for... um... soiled diapers though?"

"I don't know" said Clara worriedly, "But you better go now."

"And what? Find a nanny to give me one of those changing slips? Honestly, I don't know if I can..."

"It'll be better this way then the alternative" Clara said, unsure if it was actually true, but it seemed right.

Danni sighed and nodded, shifted herself to her feet in a squat, blushed in silence for a minute, before the slow trickle of pee could be heard, building into a loud stream. Clara realised that she still had her hand on Danni as an act of support, and blushed, realising that she had the terrible secret of also getting off on seeing Danni doing this, and had just encouraged the girl to put on this display. She hoped that her babydoll top wouldn't show her nipples growing hard, but was frozen until Danni finished her humiliating act, not wanting to remove her hand mid-moment in this nightmare.

Finally Danni gasped, letting out one final stream, and collapsed onto her butt. Clara heard a distinct squish.

"It's all... everywhere" Danni sighed, frowning. "I hate this."

"Me too.." Clara said - meaning it, and yet knowing that she was loving it at the same time. She covered her chest just in case her arousal was evident.

"You should probably get a changing slip..." Clara encouraged, looking out into the now quiet nursery.

"Now...?" asked Danni trepidatiously, clearly not very keen.

"Better to do it earlier..." Clara reminded her, suspecting that it was already too late, and that Danni was in that diaper for the night.

The redhead's face turned into one of determination, and she pulled herself onto all fours, making for the doorway and squeezing past Clara.

"You're not coming?" she asked as she was about to crawl outside.

Clara shook her head, "I already had to get a slip once and am honestly just too exhausted sorry. But I'll be here when you're done though."

Danni nodded, steeled herself once more, and crawled out into the nursery, with the noisy diaper crinkling and squishing as she went.

Clara peaked out after a long moment, made sure that she was gone and that nobody else was around, and threw herself onto her back. She began rubbing the front of her diaper furiously, like she had gone mad, suddenly masturbating away weeks of pent up frustration. It was difficult at first, she wasn't as horny now as she had been earlier in the day, but then it all came back to her, and she kicked her legs stupidly in the air playing at being a baby while she rubbed and rubbed her diaper. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she orgasmed into her diaper, in a half satisfied event which was robbed by the fear and nervousness which she felt.

She sat on her diaper and went again, rubbing her crotch back and forth along the ground, soon taking a toy block from just outside the playhouse and holding that in front of her and humping that too. She orgasmed again, and finally gave up, lying back and feeling somewhat satisfied.

She lay panting, and Clara knew then and there that this would be her life now, stealing moments of privacy to masturbate wherever she could, and hoped that the playhouse would often be this empty. She lay there and began one more time, slowly stroking the front of her diaper, smiling ever so slightly for the first time in a month, as she sank into her own filth, and began bucking her hips against her hand.

"Young lady!" a woman's voice suddenly bellowed from the door, and she froze.

To be continued.

Clara's masturbation style.

[WBDaddy]

50 shades of ausdpr will turn anyone grey...

[baby vinny]

more please

[diaperpt]

Thanks for this story. Looking forward to more!

[baby bear]

Thanks for update ! Looking forward to more!

[babyredhead]

I can't wait for more!!!