The Mysterious Nursery - Completed

[007specialk]

Great story loving it and full of surprises for him.... Thanks for sharing...

[aldl4811]

I am hooked.

[mikejackson999]

7 hours ago, aldl4811 said:

I am hooked.

[Eagle0769]

I'm enjoying this story. It is writing so well and has me at the end of my seat. Can't wait for the next chapter.

[Elfy]

Here is the fourth and final part of the story. There may a sequel to the story one day, either with the same characters or with different characters but the same setting. This was a commissioned story and I have to give many thanks to the person who paid for it because it was really fun to write! If people want a sequel to this story though they will either have to wait until my main story is completed or they could commission a sequel with their own ideas or a sequel with the ideas I already have I could see this story spreading out into a few other stories within the same universe.

As I said this was a commissioned story. If you would like to commission a story from me send me a message and we can discuss things.

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Taylor laid on his bed trying to ring Sam’s phone for what felt like the one hundredth time in the last two days. Yet again, after a few rings the call was forwarded to Sam’s voice mail. Taylor sighed and dropped his phone down on to the bed next to him.

It had been two days since anyone had seen or heard from Sam and people were getting really concerned, not least Taylor who had been the last person to speak to him before he disappeared. The police had already been round that morning asking questions, Sam’s parents had phoned in an agitated state asking about their son and Taylor was equally upset that he could give them no answers.

Taylor stood up and threw on his coat. He was sick of sitting around at home whilst his best friend was missing, he was going to head out and do what he could to find his friend, Sam.

As he headed out of the house he recalled the last conversation he had with Sam over the phone after Sam had left the party. He remembered asking Sam where to come back to the party and then remembered Sam’s response.

“I’m just down that long and dark road with all the factories.” Taylor repeated to himself remembering the conversation. He quickly jumped into his car and headed for the long and usually quiet street that he assumed Sam had meant.

A little time later Taylor turned on to the road that had once been a bustling hub of activity but was now mostly deserted. Ten years ago the factories had been busy and full, but with jobs moving elsewhere most of the places now stood empty. Sam pulled over at the end of the road and turned his engine off. This was the location that Sam had last been heard from so maybe there were some clues to what had happened here somewhere, he reasoned.

Stepping out of the car he started slowly walking up and down the pavement looking for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. A piece of clothing, signs of a struggle, anything that might suggest where Sam was. Taylor was determined to find out some information, he had worried himself sick about his friend and felt responsible for the disappearance. Sam had left the party because of Taylor, and now Taylor thought it was his responsibility to find his friend, to make things right.

Taylor paced up and down the street multiple times without finding anything that seemed out of the ordinary. He had been there for a couple of hours looking for even the smallest clue but was finding nothing at all. He grew increasingly frustrated at his lack of progress.

Thinking it was hopeless and ready to admit defeat Taylor started heading back to the car for the final time. Dejected, Taylor looked down at his feet as he walked when something caught his attention.

There was a factory midway down the street that for some reason was just drawing his attention every time he walked past it. Something seemed odd about it but Taylor couldn’t work out what. He walked up to the gate and put his hands against it and peered through. Looking at the building he definitely got the eerie feeling that he was being watched and that something about the abandoned factory was amiss.

Suddenly he realised that just in front of the main doors on the overgrown grass there was something glinting at him in the sunlight.

“That’s odd…” Taylor thought to himself. All the other pieces of metal scrap in front of the building were rusted and there didn’t appear to be any broken windows so it probably wasn’t glass. The curiosity of what was laying in the grass halfway between the gate and the factory door was too much for Taylor to ignore.

Taylor looked up and down the street and saw that no one was around. He lifted himself up on the gate and dropped down on the other side. Knowing he was trespassing he hurried towards the glinting object on the grass, he hunched over slightly as if he was creeping.

As he drew near he could see it was a phone. It wasn’t an old phone either, it was a smart phone.

“How odd that a phone was just lying there on the grass right in front of the factory.” Taylor thought to himself as he closed to within a few feet of it.

Picking up the phone, Taylor felt his heart skipping a beat. It was the same type of phone that Sam had! Taylor pressed the button on the side to light up the screen and Taylors heart leapt again as he saw a picture of his friend.

Just as Taylor started hurrying back to the road, planning to take the phone to the authorities and tell them where he found it he felt a sudden impact in the back of his neck. Stumbling forward slightly in shock Taylor reached around and felt the area and found a little capsule with a needle, Taylor pulled it out as he already felt his vision going blurry and losing strength. He rushed towards the gate but when he reached it he found he did not have the strength to climb it as his energy abandoned him. Taylor collapsed to the ground and swiftly lost consciousness.

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Sam Looked on in wide eyed astonishment and wondered if he was dreaming. The unconscious body of his best friend was being carried into the room by the hands. Sam tried to call out but the pacifier gag meant all that came out what a mumble. He pressed his face up to the bars and watched.

The mechanical arms held Taylor so that he was standing up and held his dead weight with ease. Quietly they unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off rather roughly exposing Taylors chest and belly. He was rather well toned, Sam thought to himself. He had always been a little jealous of his friends’ body.

Next the arms pulled off his pants and underwear leaving Taylor completely naked. Sam blushed at the sight, he felt he shouldn’t be watching but he couldn’t take his eyes of his friends naked body and the scene in front of him.

Without wasting any time, the arms carried Taylor to a chair in the corner of the room that was oversized like everything else and strapped him to it with thick leather straps before zipping off back into the ceiling. There was silence for a few minutes.

Taylor felt like he was spinning as he slowly started opening his eyes and tried to adjust to the sudden bright lights that were assaulting his vision. He was in a sitting position on what felt like a metallic armchair. What was more, he felt like he was naked. He couldn’t feel his clothing against his body.

As his vision adjusted he tried to move his arms of legs that were aching as if he had just been running a marathon. Taylor quickly discovered that any attempt to made to move was meeting resistance, it didn’t take long for him to start feeling the leather straps that was attached to his wrists and ankles. He pulled as strongly as he could to try and free himself but he was stuck.

Taylor’s vision was becoming clearer and he looked over to the other side of the room in front of him where he could see what seemed to be a large bed with bars on it, and Taylor could just make out what looked like a human figure.

“W-Where am I?” said Taylor groggily as his body and mind struggled to wake up from the drug induced sleep he had.

In response all he heard was a bunch of muffled nonsense.

After another minute Taylor started coming back to his senses more fully and after a minute of looking down and concentrating on himself and realising he was naked, he looked up again.

This time his vision and mind was much sharper and he realised the man in the barred bed was Sam! But what on Earth was he wearing? Taylor could see the blue onesie and what was unmistakeably a very big diaper underneath it. Even more prominent was the pacifier that looked like it was strapped into Sam’s mouth.

“SAM! What the fuck is going on?” Taylor said pulling at the straps on the chair again.

Again there was no response but a bunch of mumbling.

Taylor realised that the pacifier was probably muffling Sam’s words so he couldn’t respond verbally, but he could still respond.

“Just nod or shake your head…” Taylor said trying to take control of the situation, “Kidnapped?”

Sam nodded vehemently.

“Do we know who?” Taylor asked.

Sam shook his head sadly. Though inside he was ecstatic that he wasn’t alone anymore.

Before Taylor had a chance to ask further questions there was a sudden burst of activity in the ceiling and the mechanical arms descended from the ceiling.

“What the hell!?” Taylor exclaimed as he saw the arms that Sam was now so used to.

The straps on the chair were undone and Taylor was lifted up and taken toward the changing table. Taylor was thrashing around trying to fight them off but as Sam had realised already there was no stopping these machines from achieving what they wanted.

“What is going on? Get off me!” Taylor yelled as he was lowered to the table and held down.

The arms continued in their uncaring way, seemingly oblivious to the screaming from the new captive. They started diapering Taylor in the same way as Sam despite the resistance and shouting from Taylor.

Sam gazed with wide eyes from the crib as he saw more and more hands come down to diaper and dress his friend. Sam wondered idly if this was how it looked when he was dressed for the first time. Taylor resisted staunchly and it took what looked like a dozen of the mechanical arms coming down to complete the job.

Before too long the arms lifted Taylor up again and brought him to the crib despite the struggling. They unceremoniously dumped him in next to Sam. Before leaving, the arms moved over too Sam and as he flinched they undid the pacifier gag and prodded his diaper front and back before ascending back into the ceiling apparently happy that Sam didn’t need a change.

There was a moment of awkward silence as the two guys looked at each other. Sam was amazed and confused to see his friend here whereas Taylor was in shock at what had just happened. Taylor looked at his and Sam’s appearances in open mouth shock.

“So…” Taylor finally began saying, “What the hell is going on?”

Sam told Taylor of everything that had happened up till this point, conveniently leaving out the accidents he had had in his diaper. He told his friend everything from when he hung up the phone the night he was taken until when Taylor appeared in the room just a little bit ago. When Sam finished telling the story he expected Taylor to be angry, upset or some other negative emotion, but the reaction that Taylor had was very different.

Taylor laughed. He flopped down on to his padded rear and just chuckled to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Sam asked bemused and a little annoyed.

Taylor just kept chuckling and started undoing the poppers on the red onesie he had been put in.

“Don’t do that Taylor! They don’t like when you try that stuff.” Sam said warningly backing away from his friend.

Taylor stopped laughing but started furiously tearing off his baby clothes and nappy leaving himself naked in the crib.

Sam felt another stream of urine escape his body involuntarily but did his best not to alert his friend to what was happening.

As that happened the arms came swooping down again grabbing at Taylor who frantically fought them off. The arms would not be deterred though, as Sam knew, and eventually they grabbed him and roughly carried him to the changing table whilst a couple of the machines stayed behind to clean up the ripped clothing and diaper.

Sam watched from the crib as the hands forced Taylor to bend over so his butt was poking out in the air. They began spanking him repeatedly, Sam flinched as he saw every single whack land on his friends behind. Taylor’s defiant shouts quickly became whimpers and it wasn’t long before his friend was just bawling his eyes out at the changing table as the hands rained down spank after spank for what felt like five minutes. Sam didn’t dare call out to his friend, he feared being gagged again, all he could do was watch helplessly as his friend was assaulted by the hands.

Eventually Taylor was laid flat on the table and diapered again, he still fought off the hands but they held him so he was immobile and forced him into the diaper and a brand new onesie identical to the last one.

Sam watched then as a syringe of something was injected into Taylor’s arm. Sam was confused, he couldn’t remember getting that treatment. After the injection a more docile Taylor was lifted back into the crib.

“A-Are you OK?” Sam asked walking over to his friend in the large crib and sitting beside him.

Taylor looked to his friend through eyes filled with tears.

“I-I don’t know… I feel weird…” Taylor said. Taylor tried to stand up but couldn’t get passed the crawling position. He had a weird feeling all over his body and it felt like his mind was foggy. He couldn’t concentrate or think properly.

“I feels weird” Taylor repeated slurring slightly as he crawled forward a little bit.

“Maybe you should just lay down for a bit.” Taylor said worried about what was in that syringe.

“Me want drinky.” Taylor said quietly, “ME WANT DRINKY!” He then shouted as tears started coming down his face.

Sam was bewildered. What on Earth had they done to his friend?

The tube filled with the milk came down from the ceiling and flew down into Taylor’s eager mouth. He didn’t need to be forced at all as he eagerly grabbed the tube and started sucking the milk down.

Eventually the tube was drained and it headed back to the ceiling. Taylor smiled contentedly then let out a big burp followed by a giggle. As he laid on his back and started idly sucking on a couple of his fingers.

“What have they done to you?” Sam asked angry and alarmed at the fact that his friend was now akin to a babbling infant.

Sam thought about the injection they had given his friend. Had it made him more amenable to being regressed? Had they done it because he was resisting so tenaciously? Sam felt tears coming to his eyes again as he watched his only chance at adult company babbling away, apparently having given up any attempt at remaining an adult so quickly.

“Me happy” Taylor said, “Uh oh…”

Sam was about to ask what was the matter but was stopped as Taylor lifted himself back on to his knees and without hesitation he saw his friends face scrunch up and go red as Taylor unmistakeably filled his diaper. Taylor let out a muffled fart before the back of his diaper bulged noticeably outwards.

Sam was horrified about how his friend was acting. The injection that Taylor had received had turned him into some kind of babbling infant. Was it permanent? Why would they do this?

As soon as Taylor finished with his business he started crying out again whilst reaching around and feeling the back of his diaper with his hand. The arms reacted quickly, coming down and lifting him up to take to the changing table.

Sam watched as they carefully laid him down and cleaned him up whilst Taylor chuckled happily to himself. Sam watched with horror and despair realising his friend had so easily been bent to the will of these mysterious captors.

Suddenly Sam felt a little jab on the back of his arm. Quickly whirling around he saw one of the hands with a syringe rapidly heading back up to the ceiling after it had snuck down behind him whilst he was distracted.

“No, no, no…” Sam said as he realised what had happened.

A tear started rolling down his cheek as a fog seemed to descend on his mind, making it hard to think about anything clearly. He tried to fight off the effects, he tried to keep thinking but slowly he felt everything slipping. He was very aware of what was happening but unable to stop the effects.

Sam slipped down to his knees and one of the last coherent thoughts he has was that he hoped this wasn’t permanent as a blissful ignorance took over his brain and he stopped worrying about much of anything at all.

A voice in the Sam’s head seemed to say “Just give in… Do what they want… Just give in…”

Sam giggled inanely as his diaper got warmer at the front and his bladder released itself. Somewhere inside Sam’s head a voice was yelling to stop this and to fight off the drug effects but it was increasingly drowned out by the now pleasant feelings of ignorance that Sam was letting wash over him.

“Don’t listen! Fight it… Fight…” Sid another voice inside Sam’s head sounding increasingly distant.

Taylor was dropped back into the crib with Sam and another arm brought some stuffed animals and toys. The two 18-year-old men picked them up giggling and started playing, escape was the furthest from their minds in this nursery inside an abandoned factory.

“That’s right… Let it happen…” Said the louder voice that was seemingly prompted by the drugs they had been injected with.

Would the effects be permanent? Would they ever escape? Those questions didn’t have answers as the two boys played together. Voices in their heads were telling them this wasn’t right and to fight it, but they were being overpowered by the drugs in the system.

The two boys were as helpless as babies and were now fully reliant on the mysterious machines and whoever was in charge of them.

Had escape ever been possible in the first place was now irrelevant as they were now in no fit state to leave. But as, in the middle of playing, Sam squatted slightly to release his bowels into his diaper without a second thought, escape whilst in this state was impossible.

Within a few more minutes as Sam was picked up for yet another change the voice for resistance disappeared almost entirely and Sam babbled to himself as he was cleaned up again.

Would this be permanent? What was next for the two young men? Would escape ever be possible? These were all questions left for the future as the drugs coursing through the two men at this minute kept them in their regressed and imprisoned state.

[Eagle0769]

Wow what a great chapter. I knew when Sam dropped his phone Taylor would find it but I didn't think this would have happened. Great writing and great story. Thank you and Happy Holiday.

[SGTbaby]

I do hope you make a sequel at one point as I would like to know more behind this factory but am glad you finished it. It was a good story and has plenty of potential. I am also not surprised Taylor was brought into the mix...I wonder if next time you add a female character. Great job and I look forward to your next story.

[mikejackson999]

Nice story.

[Sarah Penguin]

Enjoyed this

[Little Crusader]

kind of interesting to see a commissioned story get posted over several chapters, its also a nice way to slowly buy a bigger story.

[Donny28]

I liked the last chapter most. Sam's final regression was really scary!