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Hi guys, this is my first Story, I'm quite excited and I hope you like it. Important note: my native language is not English. I welcome any feedback, feel free to comment. The synopsis is this: Ashley, a little girl, runs down the street wearing a white shirt and blue leggings, her blonde hair blowing in the wind. She sees a stuffed animal in the street and, thinking it belongs to a child, decides to pick it up. Upon picking up the bear, Ashley is transported to a different place... a backroom. A classic ABDL story with elements of psychological horror; the story includes diaper punishment, forced use, and u potty training. .... Chapter 01 "That's the third time this week," Ashley muttered under her breath, adjusting the strap of her gym bag as she jogged past the same crooked stop sign. The morning air was crisp, the kind that made her lungs feel freshly scrubbed, and her blue leggings clung comfortably as she picked up speed. She wasn’t usually one for routines, but this stretch of sidewalk had become hers—past Mrs. Henderson’s rose bushes, around the corner where the old maple tree dropped helicopter seeds, and straight through the intersection where the crosswalk paint was always fading. She almost missed it. A flash of matted brown fur against the asphalt, half-hidden under a crumpled fast-food bag. Ashley skidded to a stop, kicking up a pebble that clattered into the gutter. The stuffed bear lay on its side, one button eye dangling by a thread, the other staring blankly at the sky. Something about its lopsided grin made her stomach twist. Ashley's fingers brushed against the bear's matted fur, and the scent hit her first—talcum powder, thick and cloying, like the inside of a nursery from some half-remembered childhood. For a split second, the familiarity of it made her smile. Then the sidewalk lurched beneath her feet. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding into streaks of yellow and beige, and the last thing she heard was the distant, tinny sound of a lullaby playing on a loop. She came to with her cheek pressed against something damp. Not pavement—carpet. Ugly, industrial-grade carpet, the kind that smelled like mildew and disappointment. Ashley pushed herself up onto her elbows, blinking against the flickering fluorescence overhead. The room stretched in every direction, walls lined with water stains, the same sickly yellow repeating into infinity. A door stood a few feet away, identical to the one behind her, both slightly ajar, both leading to more of the same. The hum of the lights was the only sound, a relentless buzz that made her teeth ache. The flickering fluorescents pulsed in time with the lullaby, a sickening syncopation that made Ashley's skin crawl. She pressed a hand to her chest—her heartbeat was keeping perfect time with the melody, fast and frantic like a trapped bird. The realization sent a fresh wave of nausea through her. This wasn't just background noise. It was inside her now, humming along her veins. She staggered forward, legs unsteady, past door after identical door, each slightly ajar, each revealing the same endless stretch of yellowed wallpaper and water-stained ceiling. The air grew thicker with every step, the scent of baby powder intensifying until it coated her tongue. By the time she reached the seventh door, the smell was overwhelming—warm milk, plastic toys left in the sun, the unmistakable tang of a freshly changed diaper. Her stomach lurched. Ashley’s fingers trembled as she pushed the door open wider, hinges squeaking like a neglected crib toy. The moment she stepped through, the door vanished—not slammed shut, not dissolved, but erased like it had never existed at all. Darkness swallowed her whole, thick and suffocating, the kind that pressed against her eyelids like damp cotton. Then, all at once, a single overhead light flickered on with a sound like a spoon tapping a glass bottle. A figure stood inches from her face. Ashley jerked back, but there was no space—just the sudden, claustrophobic awareness of another body breathing the same air. The woman (was it a woman?) wore a nurse’s uniform straight out of a 1950s hospital, starch-stiff and bleached white, her face obscured by a surgical mask. Only her eyes were visible, dark and unblinking, like buttons sewn onto cloth. "Lost little thing," the nurse murmured, voice syrup-sweet. Her gloved hand reached out, brushing Ashley’s cheek with a touch that smelled like antiseptic and powdered milk. The nurse’s fingers lingered against Ashley’s cheek, cold through the latex gloves, but there was an odd tenderness in the pressure—the way a mother might cup a child’s face after a nightmare. Ashley’s pulse thudded in her throat, but the woman’s dark, unblinking eyes held no malice. Only a quiet, unsettling focus. "Who are you?" Ashley managed to croak, her voice smaller than she intended. "What do you want?" The nurse tilted her head, mask crinkling with what might have been a smile. "Someone to take care of you, little one," she murmured, and her voice was like warm honey, thick and slow. "You’ve been wandering for so long. Aren’t you tired?" Ashley’s knees wobbled at the question, as if the words had physical weight. She hadn’t noticed before, but exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, her muscles leaden. The nurse’s gloved hand slid down to her shoulder, guiding her forward with gentle insistence. "I’m not tired," Ashley lied, the protest automatic, but her voice cracked halfway through. The room—no, not a room anymore, just a space—stretched endlessly, walls warping like wet paper. She spun around, searching for the door she’d just stepped through, but there was only smooth yellow wallpaper, seamless and unbroken. Her breath hitched. "Where—?" The nurse's fingers tightened imperceptibly on Ashley's shoulder, her thumb tracing a slow circle over the fabric of Ashley's white top. "Hush now," she murmured, her voice like melted sugar. "Names are such heavy things here. Better to let them go." The fluorescent lights buzzed louder overhead, flickering in time with Ashley's quickened breaths. She tried to step back, but her legs wouldn't obey—they felt strange, weightless, as if her knees had forgotten how to lock. -
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The Babyland Club by Jennifer Laura I feel really tired, with a tremendous workload at the office lately and with the daily care of my baby. I really need a good rest. Regular holidays of the past gave me only some temporarily relief, but I still need to look after my baby. Not that she is difficult, or anything. She is a sweet angel and I very seldom need to punish her. I could let her go, because, you see, she is not truly mine, nor she is a true baby. She used to be one of my former girlfriends, until the day we shared our respective feelings. Now, she is ver happy and I enjoy playing her mummy, despite the additional burden. This evening, after putting her in her crib, I take some rest, browsing my usual sites, where I get and exchange new ideas about looking after my baby. Not finding any new shattering ideas, I start surfing a bit around for original ideas for our holidays. Suddenly, my attention is drawn to a single line: "Looking for unusual holidays?" I key in the address. The site's opening page shows again the same question in the banner, over a background of green trees, blue lake and shimmering sunlight. I enter. The menu proposes a choice of special holidays for special peoples. They have something to propose to all sort of combinations, including for AB/DL, with or without parents. Heart pounding, I rush to the place. They call it Babyland Summer Camp. It looks extremely nice, with very cute cottages disseminated in the woods, by a private lake. It offers tennis courts, gym, and spa facilities for the parents or interested babies. More importantly, it offers a full day care for babies, to let the parents relax and enjoy themselves. The price looks rather on the high side, but I really do not mind. All I want is rest and keeping my lovely baby. I check for availability, then I make a booking for a full week, the week after next. I do not inform my baby about our coming holidays. I do not want her all excited and upset. I count the days. At last, the day arrives. I wake up my baby at the regular hour. I have again decided to keep everything as normal as possible till the last minute. I feed her the usual bottle of formula in her crib. When she finishes it hungrily, I lower the side of her crib and I let her get out and get on her changing table. I open her footed pajamas. Her diapers are soaked. A small yellow puddle floats in her pink plastic panties. I start pulling down the panties and I mop the sweet scented liquid, before pulling the panties completely off. I remove the large safety pins and I open her diapers. Her totally bare bottom is slightly red. I clean it meticulously with wet wipes. Finally, I remove her pajamas. I give her bath. Afterwards, she returns to the changing table. As the car ride to the airport, the flight and the second car ride to the camp may be long, I decide to give her a full protection. After applying liberally baby cream and powder, I fold two flannel cotton diapers. I add up an extra soaker for good measure. I pin the diapers snugly in place with two large safety pins. Of course, her naturally plump little bottom is now very bubbly. I select a large baby blue plastic panty and I pull it in place, making sure that her diapers are all tucked in. For extra precaution, I cover the plastic panties with frilly baby blue rumba panties, also lined with plastic. Again, I make sure that the plastic panties underneath are also all neatly tucked in. I do not really like for the under panties to poke out. It is simply not very neat. I put on white cotton sports bras over her cute breasts, followed by a pale blue tee shirt. The round neckline is neatly trimmed with thin laces, while a matching blue little bow decorates the middle. The tee shirt is really an underwear. But the weather will be warm enough today for it to serve as a true shirt. I hesitate about the proper bottom. Finally, as we are going to summer camp, I feel that shorts will be appropriate. My sweet baby protests that her very thick diapers and the two pair of panties will be too visible under her shorts. I shush her while pulling up the stretch duck-egg blue shorts. Her bottom is certainly very plump. Yet, the panties do not show at the legs or at the crotch. I complete quickly her dress with a pair of white anklet socks, trimmed with laces at the tops, and a pair of navy blue leather sandals. She gets down from the changing table and I brush her silky blond hair in a ponytail, retained with a matching baby blue ribbon. I have already packed last evening and we are ready to go. As some brunch will be served on board, we do not need to take our regular breakfast. I call the taxi. My baby asks me where we are going. When I tell her that we are going for holidays for the whole week, she gets all excited. She starts shooting lots of questions and I have to ask her to be quiet. We lock the house, as the taxi comes in the driveway. We get in for the drive to the airport. My big baby draws a lot of attention. She is so cute! Naturally, she is terribly embarrassed! We wait for our flight in the lounge and we board almost last. The flight attendant is rather nice, though she is rather surprised. After take-off, she takes our orders for the brunch and drinks. I order for us both, getting her even more curious. Finally, she cannot resist asking my about my girlfriend. I am totally at ease with those situations and I answer quite naturally, that she is my baby. The sweet little one blushes furiously, turning her head towards the window to hide the tears swelling in her pretty blue eyes. The flight is right on time, against my natural expectation. It passes smoothly. Upon arrival, we get back our luggage and we take a taxi for the fairly long ride to the camp. The driver glances very often in his rear-view mirror, smirking at the sight of my baby. He knows obviously the peculiar character of the camp. I am waiting for him to make some nasty comments to threaten him with a sexual harassment suite. He probably sees it in my stern glances back at him and he keeps silent. The countryside is very pleasant on this summer day. The entrance to the camp looks more like the entrance of a private estate than to the one of a traditional camp. We stop in front of the main lodge. An attendant rushes forward to take care of our luggage. He is a tall athletic young man, nicely tanned and dressed in immaculate white tee shirt and slacks, with white tennis shoes. He smiles warmly to greet us. We walk to the reception counter. A very pleasant young woman, in a sleeveless navy blue dress greets us also very pleasantly. She simply asks for our identification and for my credit card. She will take care of everything. Why don't we take a seat and enjoy refreshment? A young waitress, in a very short cotton dress, candy-striped pink and white, with a small white apron and cute white mobcap, brings a glass of fruit punch for me and a small baby bottle of orange juice and a bib for my baby. She proposes to give the bottle to my baby, while I cool off sipping my drink. I am very impressed by the quality of the service and I start relaxing truly. My baby feels also much better and she accepts the feeding of the bottle by the cute waitress. The receptionist walks to us and she starts explaining the facilities of the club. Finally, as we finish our respective drinks, she proposes to see us to our cottage. We get into an electric golf cart. The muscular young man drives it, while the receptionist sits besides him. We sit on the backbench and our luggage rest behind us. The narrow reserved lane is paved. The parallel walkway is covered with elevated deck boarding. Beautiful blooming flowers' beds line both ways. We can always walk or call for the cart to move around. Our private cottage is a gem! Naturally, it is pint size, as it contains only a very large bedroom, a sitting room and a large bathroom. A sundeck overlooks the lake, in front of the sitting room. The d?cor is deliciously precious and feminine. After showing us the various amenities, the receptionist leaves us alone. I unpack first, before taking my baby on the very convenient changing table. I pull down her shorts and rumba panties. Naturally, her diapers are soaked, with all the drinks she took since waking up this morning. I change her and put back her rumba panties and shorts. As it is amply time for lunch, we leave our cottage and we walk back to the main lodge. The dining room is very animated, with lots of babies and only few parents. The babies are in all shapes and natural ages. All of them are unfortunately really males, though they may appear as baby girls, as well as baby boys or very sissy babies. The babies are sitting in high chairs and grouped together. The few parents sit also together, in a quieter part of the restaurant. As we come in, a cute girl comes to us. She informs me that she will look after my baby during daytime, for our entire stay at the club. The club feels that it is better and more peaceful for the babies to have a single nanny to look after them, rather than changing everyday. The girl appears in her early twenties. She has long brown hair, tied in a chignon under a crisp white nurse's cap. She wears a pale blue nurse's dress, with white collar and cuffs of the short sleeves. The dress is fitted on her very pleasant figure. She wears white stockings despite the warm air and a pair of white noiseless canvas shoes, with low heels. She kisses gently my baby. Addressing her in baby talk, she invites her to come for her lunch. My baby starts to cry, imploring me to keep her with me. I explain gently that she will have lots of fun with her nice nanny. Mummy really needs to rest. The young nanny wipes my baby eyes and she blows her nose. Finally, they walk away to one of the babies' table. All the other babies instantly greet my baby very pleasantly. Being the only genuine baby girl in the lot, she is an instant success. In the meantime, a waitress takes me to one of the parents' tables. I introduce myself around. The daddies and mummies are all very nice. The food is worthy of the best town restaurants. I will need to watch out, or I may let go of my shape! We talk very pleasantly, exchanging tales of our respective babies and advice about stores, web sites and the like. One couple sits at my table. The daddy could as well sit with the babies. He is evidently diapered under his white shorts! Their baby boy is naturally with the other babies. Well before the parents finish their lunch, the nannies take all the babies away for the afternoon nap. After lunch, I slump lazily in a lounge chair on the wide sundeck in front of the main lodge. An attendant installs a yellow parasol and a small side table. I promptly doze off in the warm afternoon shade. I feel very refreshed when I wake up. I realize that the shouts of the babies woke me up. They are all on the vast playground. It has all kind of castles, moke tree houses, labyrinths and swings. All the young and pretty nurses look after them. Some of the babies play a bit roughly. Their respective nannies give them spankings and put them in corners for a while. I signed a legal disclaimer upon my arrival. It is certainly not valid in court, since I am in no way the legal guardian of my baby. It is all part of pretend and play. I walk to the spa, where I fully relax for a full afternoon of luxurious pampering. In the late evening, I return to our cottage to change for dinner. I find the young nanny reading a bedtime story to my baby. My baby is already changed for the night and in her crib. The nanny informs me that I can take my time getting ready. She will stay in the cottage until my return. After my dinner, I may wish to go for a dance at the night lounge. It is all right. I am here to relax and enjoy my time. She will wake up baby around ten to give her a night bottle of formula and change her if necessary. I drop my clothes in the basket and I remove the robe I put on at the spa. I do not need any shower, after all the time in various types of water treatments. I start dressing a bit formal for diner. The club is totally relaxed about dressing code, but I like pampering myself, whenever I can. I kiss my baby good night and I walk back leisurely to the main lodge. The walkways are lighted and the evening night is balmy. I feel so relaxed and good! The diner is as succulent as the lunch was. The wine is superb. Everything is included and one can drink and eat as much as one can. I realize that the entire facilities come out very reasonable, all things considered. I feel rather sleepy after diner and I take a cart for the drive back to the cottage. The nanny compliments me for my very sweet and well-mannered baby. She behaved like an angel the whole day. She seemed to enjoy herself. She wishes me a good night and she leaves the cottage. My baby is so sweet looking, asleep in her crib. I undress quickly and I wash for the night. I get in the vast bed, where I fall promptly asleep.
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