ABAlex

Tsk tsk, silly of them to compete with magic, of course they end up in diaeprs, what did they expect? Thanks for writing this!

This is a lot of fun. Thanks for sharing it

"Oh? Is that what I did?" She made a fake show as if thinking. He thought of the list of chores. "And then, and then..." he stuttered and pointed a finger at her. "And then you gave me chores that all had me squat down! So I'll keep messing all day! And then our friends are going to come when I'm all stinky!" She shook her head. "I don't know baby. Seems like just the normal stuff I see from my little diaper girl. You filled your diaper for me just last night, didn't you?" "Yeah but..." he looked down at the basket. "How am I supposed to do all my chores? I don't want to smell like that for when our friends come!" She shrugged. "Well that's too bad. I'm not sure they'll mind, they don't expect much from you. Probably just think its cute and chalk it up to dumb diaper sissy behavior again, like you dropping all their drinks over your maid's dress." "Hmph," he said. Bringing up the drinks was unfair in his mind, it was an obvious set up that resulted in him stripping to his diaper in front of everyone and getting spanked for each missing drink. "Well you at least give me a diaper change before they come?" he begged. She shook her head. "Hmmm I don't remember that being on my chore list. Do you?" "No," he said, and hung his head. "Then I guess that's your answer. Get used to the idea of being stinky in front of our friends, I don't see a way around it." "Awww. No fair." He put a hand to the back of his diaper. "How do I do this now?" "I don't know. Not my problem. My job is just to watch, remember?" She said, and took a sip of wine. "Yeah yeah yeah." "No sass unless you want a spanking!" He rolled his eyes. "I mean, yes yes yes Mommy." He held a hand on the back of his diaper and began crouching down. BLLARR... "NO NO NO!" he said. He got down as quickly as he could, grabbed the basket and stood back up. "EERRRR Oh no," he said. He looked behind himself at his skirt pushed out by the inflated seat of his diaper. There was no hiding it now. He sighed, and took the basket up the stairs to the bedroom. He thought of the list of chores. Next was to sweep the floors. The first part was easy. The main section of the house wasn't very large, and he brushed everything into one pile. He stared down at it, then at the long broom handle, and the very, very short handle of the dust pan. "GOD DAMMIT!" He said. "HEY! No bad words or I'll get the soap!" "Gosh darnit!" he said. While he didn't mind many of the "punishments" they did, he HATED mouth soaping. He grabbed the pan and the edge of the broom. "Alright, lets get this over with," he told himself. He breathed in deep, sighed, and crouched down to the ground. BLARRRRRRRR... The sound was constant as he crouched. Any hope he had that it ran out ended quickly, and he swept as quickly as he could. "NO NO NO!" he shouted as the stream came out of him. He swept the line into his pan, backed up, swept it up again, and filled his pan as he filled his diaper. "Why does the line never just disappear?" he demanded, and finally brushed the last of it in. He stood up and panted. His diaper was swollen, and hung down between his thighs. He felt the warm muck coating him and groaned. Mommy was laughing out load. "WHEH!" she said, waving a hand in front of her nose. "Did that feel good poopy? I can smell that from here!" He pouted. "Mommy, is that gonna happen every time I bend over?" She nodded. "I guess so poopy girl. You'll just be making Mommy presents in your diaper again and again and again, unless you find a way to do your job without squatting." He sighed. "But... but..." he thought of all the chores he had to do. Realistically, there was no way to avoid it. "Now now, the only butt I care about is yours, and apparently its under five layers of muck and padding, so now help there. Now finish your chores while I watch." "Yes Mommy," he said. He turned around, and felt his hand jolt. "NO!" he shouted as the pan hit a corner and the dirt spread over the ground again. Ella started laughing even louder. "WOW! That's even better then the drinks you spilled!" "Yeah..." he said, staring at the dirt. She took out her phone. "Alright sweetie, I'm going to be filming this for our friends, so they know why the house smells like a diaper bucket when they come over. Better get back to work." "Please get it for me Mommy? Just his once." "HA! No way in hell. Get moving dirty diaper dummy." "That's a new one." "I know! I have a whole list of them you'll hear tonight. Dirty diaper dummy, potty pants, stinky, stinker, poopy butt, skunk girl, little sissy, offender of noses, diaper slaughterer, blort shorts..." she continued, and he tuned her out. Tony stared at the line, then at the short dustpan. There was no way around it. He sighed, resigned himself to his fate, and got back to his work. It was several hours until they arrived, and he had a lot of hard, dirty, work to do. ...

"BLARRRR!" the sound coming from his diaper was deafening to his ears. The combination of of enema, laxatives, and force feeding had left his stomach jam packed, and every inch of it poured out of him. He struggled helplessly, nothing he could do would stop the effect of the expanded plug. He groaned and rocked. His diaper expanded further, and blew up behind his back as the audience cheered and laughed. He gasped and bent over, more and more pouring out. After what seemed like an eternity, he was left gasping, panting, and sweating, for a very different reason then before. The smell hit his nose, and gagged. Arms grabbed him and picked him up into the air. He shook his head and whined, trying to beg them not to, but no words came out from the pacifier gag. He knew what was coming, but tied as he was, there was no way to stop it. He didn't know the owner of the first lap he was sat on. The woman smiled at him, made an exaggerated waving motion with his hand to make fun of his smell, and pushed him down. "EEEE!" he screamed as his bottom settled into the disgusting mess in his diaper. The ooze was pushed into him and caked him, making every inch it covered burned. When he was finally in it, the smell filled his nose and he gagged. "Gagging on your own smell, stinky?" the woman teased. "That's ok. Someone want to give little poopy pants her doll so she stops whining?" The doll was shoved in his lap, completing the look of being cradled on her. He felt her lift her leg slowly, then begin bouncing. "EEEP!" he shrieked as the mush was repeatedly jammed into him. The mix of humiliation, disgust, and pain filled him, and he cried loudly as he bounced. Each loud "Squelch" made him whine harder, and made them laugh louder. He was passed to another lap, then another. Each woman took the time to tease and mock him, and reveled in his reaction. Thoughts ran through his head. He was in a dress and a poopy diaper, smelling so bad that he gagged on his own smell, with all the women he had longed after laughing at him. And yet, he had never been more excited. He knew that if she offered him another night of the same, he'd accept. It ended on Jordan's lap. The woman who had reveled most in his pain, humiliated and punished him the worse, had the final say in his night "Hey there poopy pants. Hey there stinky little boy. Having fun bouncing up and down in your sad, pathetic diapers?" He nodded, tears in his eyes. His bottom burned and ached. The mush wrapped him, moving with each bounce, making him more sick and more eager. "I think that is what I'm going to call you, poopy pants. I've never seen a grown man so pathetic that he filled his diapers in front of a room full of women. You like your new name poopy pants?" He nodded. "Really? Ok poopy pants, I'll just call you that forever. Should I go to your roommate and tell him too? Your work? Should I make you call yourself that online? Should I..." Her teasing went on, until he was crying from shame. His mind was full of unexpected emotions he had never experienced before, and he had no idea how to comprehend them. Ryan's lay backward in his bully's arms, panting and drooling. His vision went black for a moment, and he rocked forward. When he finally became cognizant again, he looked up to see everyone staring and laughing. "Enjoy that poopy pants?" Jordan said. "Mhmm," he nodded sadly. "Good little poopy pants. Now go with your mommy so we don't have to smell you anymore."

hmm good point. Perhaps he is naturally an ABDL and just didn't know it.

Hehe for everyone except poor, soon to be stinky little Ryan, it seems

thanks! More up soon!

He nodded. She laughed. "God you're pathetic. You actually enjoyed that? You enjoyed being humiliated, paraded around in skirts and diapers, used as a toilet, and treated like our little bitch?" He paused, blushed, but still nodded. "Figures. A loser like you would, and the fact you're here proves it. Looks like you're learning to love your diapers aren't you, you pervert." He looked down at the white, printed material jutting out from under his skirt. He couldn't say he loved them. However, the thought of this attractive, powerful woman dressing him up in humiliating clothes for her own pleasure... it made him shudder. He hated that he loved it. "I really hope you are still learning your lesson. I hope when we are done, you never even think of stalking one of my friends again, ok? And if you do, all the videos from tonight will go online on our favorite sites, and you will have your own herd of perverts coming after you, understood? You want men coming hoping to spank you in a skirt and diaper or tie you down?" He nodded. Even that last, horrifying threat served as pleasure in his mindset. He shuddered again. She looked down at it and shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. "Wow, literally too perverted to punish, Diaper Girl. Maybe I'll just keep you around like this after and we can do it each week? "MHMM!" he said eagerly, nodding. She laughed, then continued. "We have one more game for you, then you can finish and rest, ok? You see, its almost midnight. Normally, we'd watch a ball drop and hear fireworks, wouldn't we?" He nodded, curious. "We don't have one, but we will see SOMETHING drop, and hear SOMETHING go off." She held up the remote. "You see this? When I hit this button, that little plug inside you will open up, and we will all get a nice view of you filling your diapers to the brim. With all the laxatives enemas in you, you're going to make a nice, big, stinky mess for mommy. Then, we are going to take turns passing you around on our laps, bouncing you up and down, where ALL the spicy mush we give you is going to burn your spanked bottom again and again. And that's how you'll end the night- not with anyone here or with anyone in a relationship with you, but with you bouncing up in your dirty, poopy diapers, spanked bum aching the entire time, while we all laugh at you. Sound fun?" For once, he shook his head. "MMM MM!" he begged, though she only laughed and walked away to get everyone's attention. Part of him knew it was coming. They had fed him laxatives, they had even given him an enema, and they put him in diapers. Logically, there was only one way for that to go. Still, even after all he experienced, the idea of messing his diaper shook him to his very core. "MMM MMM! MMM MMM!" he complained as three of the women untied his leash and lifted him up by his legs and arms. He struggled helplessly, the ropes on his feet and hands keeping him in place as the carried him to the top of a shelf. They set him down, bottom to the audience, and almost eye level with everyone there. They lifted his skirt and tied it tightly around his waist, exposing the full back of his diaper. Sawyer just patted his diapered bottom. "Its so cute to hear you complain, as if you get a say. We know you love it, pervert, so just accept it." His plug started vibrating. He lifted his head back, feeling his tears mix with the drool from his mouth. They all laughed as he moaned, but nothing he could to could stop his reaction. The countdown started. "10!" they chanted. He moaned louder. "9!" He whined, not wanting them to see what he knew what was coming. "8!" He cried and screamed as loud as his pacifier gag would allow, desperately hoping someone else would hear and come to his aid. "7!" He pulled and struggled at the chains, but nothing budged. His diapered behind remained where it was, and there was no way to change it. "6! 5! 4! 3!" "MMMM!!" He cried. "2! 1!" He hung his head in shame. He felt the plug expand.

.... "Wha... wha?" Tony said. A fair of fingers were snapping in front if him, and he focused on them then felt his focus break. His mind cleared as if he was walking out of a fog, and he remembered where he was. Mommy was looking at him and smiling. "You ok honey? We're all done now." He looked around himself. He was in his own bedroom- a small, purple space with an adult sized crib, a pile of stuffed animals, and a closet full of dresses and diapers with just enough space to hide it all if someone vanilla came to visit. He was sitting on the ground, leaning back with his hands behind him, and wearing a diaper and bright yellow dress with a white collar. He realized he had just been hypnotized, and she had woken him up from it. "What did you do Mommy?" he asked. She waved a finger in front of his face, her normal reaction to his misbehavior. "Ah ah ah," she said. "That's for Mommies to know and little sissy babies to find out. Need help up?" Ella reached down and pulled him to his feet. He stood up, blushed, and straightened his dress. "Now, we have some house work to do before they come. I want you to take up the laundry, sweep and wipe the floor on your hands and knees," "Why my hand's and knees?" he asked. "Why not the mop?" "Yes sissy, on your hands and knees," she aid. "And its because I said so. Then I wand you to clean the bathrooms..." "You know I think it's unfair I clean the thing I'm not allowed to use," he said. She smiled. "You mean like how I clean your butt and pampers ten times a day even though you're the one who uses them?" He stared at her with his mouth open. "Well?" "Touche." "Good girl." "And it's only four," he muttered. "What's that?" "Ummm... nothing Mommy. Thanks for changing my diapers..." "Twelve time... "More like three..." "Fifteen times a day. So, if you are done that, you can clean under the oven and fridge, and use the handheld vacuum to clean the stairs." He thought about her demands. "Mommy, why do all your instructions involve me crouching down?" She laughed. "Obviously just because I love seeing your pretty bum sticking out of your skirt. Now be a good girl and get working," she said, and patted his diaper. He shook his head. He knew she did SOMETHING to him. The question was WHAT. So far, none of the words she used gave him any immediate trigger. He stopped for a second, and waited as if he was refusing her instructions. No part of him felt compelled to move forward. He was obeying her out of his own free will and kink, not due to hypnosis. He thought for a moment. He took out his phone and set it to record. "Hey dumb baby! Hey little sissy! Hey diaper girl!" he said, using the various names they tended to call him. He stopped recording, and played it back. "Hey dumb baby! Hey little sissy! Hey diaper girl!" his phone said. He paused and waited for any instinctual reaction. "Nothing," he said. No impulsive motion, no embarrassing line blurted out, no sudden horniness, no bending over or spanking his own bottom. He heard laughing behind him. His Mommy was leaning against a doorway and watching him from across the house. "You aren't going to figure it out that way baby girl." He waited for a reaction from "baby girl," but got nothing. "Don't you also have chores too, Mommy?" She put a finger to her chin and pretended to think. "Hmmm let me check my list," she took out her phone. "Task one, tell the little subby in diapers to do all the work for me or else I'll spank her. Step two, watch her do the work while I enjoy the site of her skirt rising over her little pampered bottom whenever she bends over." "Hmph, meanie," Tony said, and walked into the laundry room. He looked at laundry machines. The dryer had finished its load, and the basket was on top of it. He reached up to grab it, then lowered it down to the ground. BLARRT! He jumped up as he heard the sound coming from the back of his diaper. He reached behind himself and felt the padding in a panic. It wasn't entirely dirty yet, but he knew he had been close. "What was that!?" He shouted out loud. He looked over his shoulder at Mommy, who was watching while sipping wine. She shrugged and pursed her lips in a feigned confused face. "I don't know. You're in diapers, maybe it just comes out from time to time. Isn't that why you wear them?" "Uh huh," he said, and looked back at the basket. He touched the top of it, and nothing happened. He opened the dryer and grabbed the clothes, and nothing happened. Whatever caused it, it wasn't just doing a chore. That is, if the sudden release WAS from the hypnosis. He pulled the clothes out of the dryer and dropped them into the basket. He squatted down to pick it up, and... BLLARRTT! This time it was louder, and far more extreme. He bolted up, and reached back to feel a sudden lump in his diaper. "MOMMY! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" he shouted. Ella shrugged again. "I didn't do anything. It looks like you just messed your diaper, Ms. Potty Pants." "But..." "Should I get you diapers that say "Potty Pants," on them? They sell those, and it seems fitting." "Har har," he said. He looked at the basket again. Experimentally, he started to slowly squat down to grab the basket. BLLART! He jumped back up again. "Mommy! That's not nice!" he whined, with tears forming in his eyes. "Aww," she said with a fake pout. "What's not nice diaper girl?" "The hypnosis! You made me mess myself every time I squat!"

Hmmmm guess you'll have to read to find out!

Tony squirmed, and his stomach was grumbling. "Come on sweetie, drink the bottle!" Ella said. She pulled him closer into her lap, holding him tight. She held the bottle close to his face. He frowned. "This isn't fair Mommy. I don't want another bottle," he whined. "I already can't take any more." She smirked down on him, and bounced him on her knee. His diaper crinkled, and his stomach grumbled again. "I don't remember agreeing to any limit on how much I could feed you. The deal was you had to keep your pampers clean, not that I would then starve you." "But..." he said. She waved a finger at his nose. "Ah ah ah, no whining. You know Baby has to listen to his Mommy, right?" "Yeah..." he pouted. "And that Mommy always knows what's best for her baby?" "Yeah" he said again. "Then baby should listen to Mommy and drink his buh buh. Come on, drink up!" Tony frowned, but opened his mouth for the nip. She shoved it in, and he started sucking. Tony shuffled in Ella's lap, trying to ignore his stomach cramping. He squirmed as if trying to break out of her grasp, though he put no real effort into it. He was dressed in an outfit that was fairly normal for him at home- light purple shirt over a thick white diaper printed with bunny rabbits, pacifier tied on a string around his neck, and hair in pigtails, the only thing that was different from normal is his "Mommy" deliberately kept his skirt and onesies off so he "couldn't hide any accident in his diaper." The reason for that was the thing that wasn't normal for the night, the bet he had made. The bet seemed simple at first. Mommy would put him in his diapers, as normal. He would then be banned from the toilet, which happened from time to time. They had some of their kink friends coming over the next day, and if he managed to keep his diaper clean until bedtime, he could dress in normal "Big boy" clothes the next day for their visit. That came with special privileges. He could finally sit at the dom table, rather then serving them with the other subs. He could drink alcohol, rather then the normal juice and milk his AB sub status left him with. Rather then being teased and humiliated the whole night, he could finally be the one watching the show from a position of control. If he failed and filled his diaper, however, he wouldn't be. Instead, he agreed to let Mommy hypnotize him once the morning before and leave an instruction in his mind, without his knowing what that instruction was. The possibilities left him terrified, if a bit excited. She could make him act like a dog, and bark every time someone new entered the building. She could make him instantly obedient to any command, and get ordered around by the entire group all night. She could make him constantly horny, and eager for any chance and pleasure. The fact that he didn't know was what was most frightening. At first he thought this would be an easy bet to win. However, what he forgot was that the normal rules for when he played her diapered sissy still applied. That meant he had to do anything she asked, including eat or drink anything. So, after his eight bottle of milk, third bowl of beans, and constant force feedings of whatever Mommy found around, his stomach was turning with over an hour left before bedtime. "AH ah, stop squirming sweetie, or I may have to give you a spanking!" "I can't stop!" he replied. "My stomach hurts so bad!" "Then let go. Into your diapie. That's what it is there for," she smiled. "NO! I WILL WIN!" he replied triumphantly. Ella giggled. "That's a really proud way to say you MAAAYY be able to keep your diaper clean, MAYBE, if you try real hard." Tony groaned. His stomach turned, and he heard himself let out gas into his diaper. "EEEP! Mommy! Please no more!" he whined. Ella giggled. "Its ok sweetie, far from the worst thing I've seen you put into your pampers. Now drink your buh-buh." He kept drinking, and squirmed as he clenched to keep his diaper clean. Ella started bouncing him up and down harder, and he felt his innards loosening as he did. "What? Am I not allowed to bounce my widdle baby on my knee? Hear his widdle diapers crinkle? Hear his stomach..." "EEEP! Mommy!" he said as his stomach cramped up loudly. He began to sweat from the effort, and tried to distract himself by drinking the bottle, though the milk only made the feeling worse? "EEERR... ER..." he said, straining from the effort. His stomach grumbled again, and... BLAART! "NO! OH NO! NOT NOW!" He shouted his gut finally opened up and poured its contents into his diaper. Mommy giggled and kept bouncing, and he felt the mess grow and mash into him over and over. It was over in moments, but the damage was done. Mommy laughed out loud as she bounced him again, knowing she had won. "Oh no," he moaned. "Oh yes stinky, that's a full diaper. I won the bet," she teased. "But that's not fair! You didn't say you were going to force feed me all that!" She silenced him by shoving his pacifier in his mouth, which he knew came with the order for silence. "Now now, we both agreed to the deal. You were just so excited about maybe being a big boy for our friends that you didn't think things through, weren't you?" He blushed and nodded. "And isn't it that same lack of thinking and over excitement that explains exactly WHY you're my little sub in diapers and why I'm your mommy?" He nodded again. "Good. Glad you learned your lesson. Now, are you going to finish your buh buh, or am I going to keep bouncing you up and down in your poopy diapers all night?" He groaned. He was full, but the repeated squelching was already making him nauseous, so he sucked and finished the bottle. When he was done, she stood him on the ground and sniffed around him, then waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! You really did a number on those diapers. You stink like a sewer! No hiding that, eh?" He shook his head. "Good boy. Now, off to bed poopy pants, and we'll play our game tomorrow." She patted his bottom, giving another nauseating squelch. He looked at her with a pout, and she waved goodnight at him. He waddled toward his bedroom, thoughts about the next day turning over in his mind.

"Hmmm... You are new here, aren't you? I thought I had met everyone in the community here." "I just moved here from my parent's farm." She nodded. "That's ok farm boy." The way she said the term, though it was a normal term, sounded odd in her mouth. There was a subtle hind of humor. Almost teasing, though not quite condescending, as if she was speaking to someone smaller then herself. It was barely there, and I wasn't sure I noticed it, but it still gave me butterflies. "If you want to get to know people, we have a club where we meet. I could introduce you to some people." She paused as if thinking. She examined my face closely, then smiled. "In fact, I think I know at least one person who would REALLY like to meet someone like you. You're very cute, you know." "Cute!?" I said. My hair stood on end and I felt my face turn deep red. I was a man. Growing up, the idea of a man being anything close to the word "cute" was out of the question, and if someone said it to another it would probably have caused a fight. Here, however, she said it as enduring, clearly a compliment. Worse, despite myself, I found that LIKED being called it, and had no idea how to react to that. If someone back home saw me seem to like that, it would not have ended well. Of course, my just being there would have been a problem on its own. She laughed. "Yes, why is that a problem? Michael, my partner, would love your face." "Michael?" I said. It was a man's name. Another man, who thought I was cute and would "love my face," and it shouldn't have felt like a good thing. This store I had turned into for relief ended up being more confusing then the city itself. "Yes. Speak of the devil." A bell went off behind me as the door opened. "And I shall appear," said a deep voice. I turned around and looked at him. Tall, well dressed in a buttoned down pea coat and heavy boots, though he didn't seem to mind the cold at all. His hair was scrambled a bit, but he wore it in a way that made it appear deliberate. Everything about him spoke of confidence. He walked toward me, and met Miranda right in front of me. She turned to face me. "Yes, this is?" She looked at me. "Michael," I said slowly. "What? What's your name silly." "Ummm... Ollie. Olliver." She giggled. "This is Ollie, and he just arrived from being a farmboy off somewhere with his parents. He's cute isn't he? He was looking at that dress there, and I think he'd have a lot of fun at the club." He looked at me and smiled. "I think he would too. Did you liked the dress?" "Yeeeeahhh..." I droned. I don't know if I really heard the question before I answered. I couldn't move. I was staring up at his eyes, which I just noticed as he came closer. They were deep, and a color I couldn't describe, just inhumanly clear crystals that took in everything around them. I felt as if I was staring into a bottomless pool of impossibly clean water, staring for miles into nothing, about to sink down forever and ever and ever... To this day I don't know what color they are, blue, grey, silver. Everytime I look at them I feel my thoughts dissolve and all memories of them fade. To me, they are sill just the clean, empty crystals, more beautiful then I thought could exist. "I could get it for you you know." "WHAT?!" I said, momentarily breaking out of the spell. "I could get the dress for you if you want it but can't afford it yet. It's nothing to be ashamed of, you just moved here and will be making money too soon. Just wear it to the club." My heart beat heavy. There was a man in front of me with those impossible eyes. He was strangely beautiful, and I had never even considered that a man could be beautiful before. And he was offering to buy me clothes. Not just clothes, a dress. He wanted me to wear a dress for him to his club, and I found I wanted the same thing. Nothing made sense. "No, I can't," I finally blurted out. Why would he want me in a dress? And why do I want it? "You sure?" He shrugged and looked down at me. I was trapped by his eyes again. "That's ok. Do you still want to visit our club?" I'd do anything to see him again. "Yes," I said. Miranda smiled and handed me a card. It was black with gold embroidery spelling "The Possessed, A Club for All Desires. 188 Trakand Ave, top floor. Invite only." Winged demons danced around the word in the same gold. "Thank you," I said, still reading the card. "What do I wear?" Miranda answered. "If you are nervous about going out in kink wear or don't own anything, just wear all black." "Ok," I blushed. "Will people see me going in?" She smiled. She reached to a shelf and took off a mask. It was a venetian style, black with small crystals, and had feathers going to the side. "Here farmboy, wear this, and no one will know its you." I looked at the mask. Was it a feminine style or masculine style? Did that exist for masks? I looked back at the dress. Did that exist at all here? "Thank you," I said and turned to leave. "Tell them Michael invited you and they'll let you in, farmboy," he said. I thanked him again, but didn't turn. I didn't want to risk looking at him and feeling the same things again. I left, and only noticed then that the store itself was called "The Possession Shop." That night I lay awake in my bed for hours. It was a singly mattress on the ground in my empty bachelor apartment. My mind spun around the thousand new things I had seen that day. The crowds, the streets, the buildings the sounds. The strange clothes, all the strange implements and toys, and the knowledge I could wear and use them if I wanted to. The visions of myself in all of them, experiencing things with people in ways I never dreamed. But one thing that rode high and above all of them- those clear, impossible eyes.

"MMM MM!" he said. His mind filled with disgust at the thought. He looked around in panic as the women laughed and giggled at him. They began to pass around drinks and chugged in front of him. A women he didn't recognize walked up to him. "Just to get this started," she said. She poured a bit of her drink into one tube, and he watched it flow down the pipe into his diaper. The cool, bubbling liquid inflated his diaper, and he moaned. She laughed. "Good diaper girl. Now for the other end," She poured some into the other tube, and his mouth filled with sweet, strong alcohol. He swallowed it, preferring it to the tastes that had filled his mouth earlier. She cupped his cheek. "Good diaper girl, drink up nicely. You'll be getting a lot of that tonight. In case you can't tell, this is an orgy, and one you aren't part of. You are going to sit there with in your widdle diapers, and get more and more desperate as we have our fun. As we do, anything we don't want to finish will end up in your mouth or diaper, so be a good diaper girl and take it all, and you might have a chance after, ok?" He nodded at her. She turned, and, as if just to rub it in, pushed her bottom into his face for a second, then walked away. Ryan watched as the events proved her right. The women began drinking more and more, and as they got drunk, began making out around him. Panties and bras came off, some discarded, some packed neatly, and some others still thrown at him or wrapped over his face. He felt himself panting. He stared at the naked, gorgeous woman around him, trying to take in as much as he could. Soon he was gasping for breath. His desperation for any touch, any kind of pleasure from them grew with each minute, and he could do nothing to relieve it. A woman came up to him. She reached down and ran a finger nail across his face. He gasped again, and felt his body convulse. She took her drink, and like the other woman before, poured a bit into his mouth and diaper. He swallowed, and felt the fluid soak the padding. She then shoved his nose deep inside her, and he inhaled. She smiled at him, then turned and did the same for her behind, and he inhaled again. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Another women stood beside him. She wrapped her thong around him, then poured her own drink directly into his diaper. The pattern repeated itself. He swore he took on liters of alcohol, both in his mouth and diaper. He felt himself get drunker and drunker, and his diaper get thicker. Another women came up, this time not holding a drink. He looked up at her curiously. She bent over, picked his chin up, and kissed his forehead, then his pacifier. "I don't have a drink, but I think I have something else for your pampers. Don't want them to go to waste, do we?" She stood over the funnel. Ryan watched, mouth agape, as a stream of yellow fluid poured from her and into the tube. "Ahhhh," he moaned as the fluid came down and poured into his diaper. It hit him, and he almost shouted in restrained pleasure. His mind told him he should be disgusted, but every part of his body craved more,. He felt the diaper expand and heard the tapes strain, and she left. Another women came up, poured champagne into his mouth, then stood over the funnel herself. "Aaa aaa' he whined as his diaper expanded further. She kissed him, and left. Ryan was bloated, sick, and harder then he ever had been before. His stomach was in knots, begging for relief from the mountain of material inside of him, and his bladder ached. He was sure if it continued he would burst. He looked down at his already soaked diaper. With all the water he had been force fed, he knew he needed relief, and two women had already 'used' it. He closed his eyes, and relaxed. The feeling made him gasp, and his diaper warmed up further. He moaned from the release and the feeling of it inflating. In a moment, he was sitting in a puddle inside his own diaper, and was shocked to see how excited the thought made him. Luckily, the hours passed, and it was soon almost midnight. Sawyer approached him again. "Hello little baby girl, did you have fun?"

I ended up in front of a mannikin with a dress on. The dress was a light pink and white, and hung from the mannikin's shoulders on straps. It was mainly cotton, though there were shiny parts on the chest and shoulder straps I expected were plastic or real or fake leather. It was odd on its own- like a fashion meant to be odd or cute. I was sure I had heard a name for it though I couldn't place. However, there was else odd about the cut that I couldn't quite tell. It didn't look right. Something about the shape of it was off. It hung from the mannikin's shoulders in a square shape. I realized the shoulders were bulging out from the neck. There was another manikin beside it in a leather corset, and it had a narrower build. "Oh!" I gasped, and put a hand to my mouth. The mannikin was meant to be male, and the reason the dress looked odd was because it was made for a man. I looked around the store, more closely this time and without just keeping my eyes on the ground. A ton of leather clothing, a lot of clothes I would have called feminine but cut for men and clothes I would have called masculine cut for women. The one piece outfits were in fact onesies, sized for adults but made to look infantile as possible. Looking beyond that, there was an entire other wall covered in the things I would have known as fetish stuff- handcuffs, chains, collars, and long implements I assumed were for hitting people. It was a fetish store. I kept me hands to my mouth, and my chest fluttered. Everything inside me was turning. I had known stuff like this existed, but had never seen it in reality. Looking around it for the first time was like seeing an entirely new world, or even a series of entire new worlds. My mind spun with new, terrifying possibilities that I had never even considered. I stared at the dress. What did it mean to me that there was a dress that would not only fit me perfectly, but was made for someone like me? It was MEANT for me, it wouldn't be wrong if I bought it for myself. I had never thought of it, and I didn't know how to react to the fact I was undeniably excited by the thought. I looked again at the rest. I could have someone tie me to the bed, where I would be helpless, unable to stop as they did whatever they wanted to me. That wasn't a bad thing here, but what was expected if I wanted it. Why was that exciting? (And, though I didn't notice at the time, why did I think of it as "someone" rather then "A woman?") There were animal masks and collars, there were outfits made to look childish, all things I never saw before that I could try if I wanted. A hundred walls I had never even realized were in my mind suddenly made themselves apparent, then disappeared, all in seconds, and nothing I knew or understood before mattered. "I think you'd look good in it, you know." "OH!" I said. I turned to the feminine voice speaking beside me. A woman, based on her nametag the store owner, dressed in a tight black jeans, a buttoned black collared shirt, and, I noticed, a leather collar with a ring, was asking. She was short, with dark brown hair, and solidly built. "Miranda," her tag said. "I ummm..." She stepped up closer to me and looked up at it. "I think its your size even, so if you are considering it you could take that as a sign. If not we have other sizes. What are your measurements?" "My... measurements?" She smiled. "Yes, for a dress." I laughed, but quickly stopped. It was something I had never considered. "I don't know," I replied. "I haven't worn dresses before." "Hmmm... Ok," she said. "Do you want the dress? Or to try it on." "I," I did. However, I was scared of admitting that, and scared of why I might want to. "No thank you," I said. "Oh, ok, well we have other stuff. You have anything in mind? How about a corset? Or a collar?" "I umm thanks, but I think I am good." "I see," she said. We stood a moment looking at each other. I tried to maintain eye contact, but ended up looking away.

Faye remained perfectly still in the room full of women, all eyes on her. She didn't know how long it had been. Two months? Six? Almost a year? She was fairly certain it hadn't been the full year yet, as she was promised she'd be paid and let go at that point. She told herself she believed they'd honor that- she had to believe, to hold onto what remained of her sanity. "Knee up!" Matilda commanded. Faye obeyed. She raised a knee, matching her hand positions into a ballerina pose, like the one of the girl in the glass cabinet. Was she still there? Faye hadn't been ordered to look in that direction in a while, but next time she did, she'd be sure to check. That could help tell her how long it had been, if they really were releasing her a month after she came in. "One spin and a half!" Matilda commanded, and Faye obeyed. She spun on her toes, ending up facing away from Matilda and most of the women. They, laughing and impressed at the show of obedience, applauded. She now could see herself in the mirror. Despite her ballerina pose, her clothes were anything but elegant. The pink onesie and tiny frilly skirt did resemble a tutu, but the thick double diapers under and the pacifier in her mouth, not to mention the teddy bear embroidered on her chest, ruined the image. "Speak line one!" Matilda commanded. "Goo goo gaa gaa," Faye responded in the high voice she had been trained in. "Speak line three!" "Wahhh Wahhh! Wan Mommy!" "Speak line five!' "Baby go potty!" Faye said. At this point, she didn't even blush at the instructions. They entered her ears and obedience came out without a single thought in her mind. The audience giggled, as did Matilda. Normally this meant something else was coming, but Faye didn't consider it. All that existed were her current instructions. "Position five!" Matilda commanded. Faye put both feet on the ground, and her hands on her knees. "Push!" Without a thought, Faye felt her sphincter empty and her diaper inflate behind her. The crowed laughed, and one leaned in to check her diaper. She didn't pay any mind, she didn't even move. She hadn't been ordered to, and doing anything but what she was ordered to was out of her mind. "Line six!" "Stinky Mommy!" Faye said, and the women laughed out loud. "Ballet pose!" Faye went back into the ballet pose and kept it. "So do you change it?" one of the women asked. Faye didn't know who it was, she knew she wasn't allowed to turn to see. "Not now, it takes too long and I think we can move on," Matilda said. "I will eventually when I want to play that part, or I'll just get a guard or a servant to do it if I don't want to but get sick of the smell. It's not like its a real baby, no need to rush." The conversation broke into smaller portions. She heard the women behind her begin to talk, and start moving around. That told her they were done playing with her for now. So, she waited. It might be minutes before they returned. It might be hours. More then a few times Matilda had forgotten her in other places around the house, and Faye remained, perfectly immobile, until her owner returned to play with her again. Two women were beside her, talking about her as if she wasn't there. "I've spoken to my husband. They are expensive, but training isn't too difficult if you follow the right steps. This one is obviously very good." "Yes. I think I might get one," the women leaned in close, sniffed, gagged, and backed away. "I don't think I'll train it to be a Baby Dolly though. This one is cute, but it stinks horribly. Maybe a Teddy Dolly. Those are more cozy anyway." "It." Faye knew the word meant her, and at this point it didn't bother her. She was an "it," a toy for her owner to play with. She didn't think, didn't have opinions, didn't move without orders. So, she remained still, one leg in the air, mess in her diaper, to be the best "it" she could. Normally, she was left in a more comfortable position, but she supposed Matilda wanted her on display. No matter- she had practice holding these stances for hours, and could manage. She was, after all, a perfect Baby Dolly, a perfect "It." She wondered if she could ever be anything else again. A lone tear went down It's face. The tear itched, but It didn't move to wipe it away.

They applauded again, and Sawyer turned back to him. The women came forward with small jars. As he expected, it looked like Baby Food. However, he didn't expected what they showed him the jar up close. "Extra hot Jalapeño," it read. He looked at it first in surprise, then in horror. "That's right diaper girl, we have a real treat for you tonight," Sawyer said. "Be a good baby for mommy and eat it all, and we won't spank you, ok?" He nodded. She untied the gag, and shoved a spoonful of mush into his mouth. Instantly he gagged. His mouth burned, and he wanted to spit it out. However, Sawyer held a hand in front of his mouth, and he swallowed. "Open for the choo choo train!" She teased, and forced another spoonful in. A dozen women surrounded him, each holding a jar. They forced in spoonful of disgusting, burning mush into his mouth until his stomach was bloated and aching. Already cramping before, he stomach was now almost in as much pain as his bottom and his mouth, and more kept coming. "Please, no more," he whined. Jordan raised her eye brows at him. "Oh no? Shall we discuss it over another spanking?" He whined, and opened his mouth again. After hundreds of spoons of burning mush, he was moaning and dripping with sweat. "Awww, so pathetic. Mommy went all out of her way to get that custom made for you, and you don't like it? You know some real men eat stuff for fun, right?' "Yes, mommy," he said. The girls giggled at him using the name. "Good boy," she said, and he blushed at the compliment. "See? Good behavior gets you rewarded. Now, do you want something to wash that down?" He nodded. "Yes, mommy, please." "Would you drink ANYTHING to get that burning taste out, since you are too much of a pathetic wimp to handle it?" "Yes mommy!" "Say it. Beg me diaper girl." "Please mommy! I'm too much of a pathetic wimp to handle it! Please give me something to wash it down!" "Ok," she said, and giggled. She forced another baby bottle of water into his mouth, and he drank it. The burning in his mouth was still there, and he eagerly accepted another, then another. His bladder began to ache. From what they were making him wear, he doubted that would end well for him. However, his mouth still burned, and he took more in. "Good baby," she said, and patted his head. "Now lets have some fun." She lifted him and sat him back on his knees. She shoved the pacifier back in his mouth, and Liz brought another set of tubes from behind the couch. She stuck one in his diaper, and attached another to his pacifier, which he realized had an adjustable hole in the teat. "You, my little diaper girl, are going to be our spare garbage disposal and toilet tonight. One of these pipes goes into your mouth, the other your diaper, pray we use the right one more then the wrong."

Speak for yourself! But actually lol

LOL no I bet they don't. I assume you can tell from experience? 😛

I can still remember how strange the air felt the morning I first met you. I got off the train in a city I had never seen before, hoping for a new life. I had no idea what kind of life I'd find. In fact, if you had asked me, I didn't even know this kind of life could exist. The air I was used to was thin and clean. It blew down from the mountains and across the flat plains, smelling of the plants and leaves it passed. Here, it felt crowded and stagnant, full of gas and oil. I walked down the sidewalk carrying my bags, moving between each crowd. The air was regurgitated, like it had been breathed too many times before coming to me. I stopped suddenly, as a person was directly in front of me, and I avoided eye contact as we went by each other. He said something in a language I didn't understand, and I tried to mutter an apology that didn't come out right. I didn't know where the bus from the airport had dropped me off. I checked my phone, and it showed a way to my new apartment. I followed it as it took me across the street. A horn blasted in my ear, and I stopped in my tracks as a bus rushed in front of me, and splashed me with cold water. I blushed, then continued across after. There was a staircase leading underground, surrounded by steel cage bars. I took it down. I lifted my bag as much as I could over the stair but it still hit each step. The subway station was like something I had only seen in movies, where they were shown as cold, dirty places the characters went through when their luck ran out. Here, it was no difference, except for the crowds. There was a toll both with iron bars stopping me from getting in. I walked up to the glass case with a guard in a blue uniform inside, reading a paperback novel. "Hello?" I said, he didn't turn. "Hello?!" I said louder. He looked up from his phone. "What?" he asked. I pointed at the bars. "How do I get in?" "You need a ticket." I took money out of my pocket. "How much?" I asked. He shook his head. "Not here, over there." He pointed behind me, and I saw a machine marked "tickets." I blushed, and imagined he was rolling his eyes at me when my back was turned. I had heard people in the city were less polite then back home. "Thank you!" I said. "No problem," he said, and went back to his book. I went to the machine, and after some tries, made it inside. It was even more crowded there, and even more so on the train itself. I hugged my suitcase and long coat close, conscious of how much room I was taking up, and dreading the thought of someone pointing it out. It was five stations until I got off. I watched as the crowd dwindled with each stop, but didn't try to sit down. I clutched everything tight and didn't move. The idea of attracting attention in this new, busy, crowded place terrified me, and not for the first time I considered quitting right away and going back. I breathed heavily to calm myself. I couldn't go back- I knew that. At the stop I got off and ran out of the station. I thought I heard some snickers of people I passed, I tried to ignore it. The stop took my out to a street corner. Across from me there was a park, or what counted as one in the city- a block or two left undeveloped, with grass and trees. Beyond that, there was a line of tall cement and steel towers. It was the first time I had seen them clearly since arriving. For a second, if I squinted, I could tell myself they were the mountains I used to stare across the plains back home. The effect didn't last long. Mountains didn't have windows. Instead, it made me realize I had been surrounded by the same the entire time. I hadn't noticed, as I was looking at the ground and the people around me. I looked up, seeing the walls around me on all sides climbing hundreds of meters into the air. Another difference- mountains didn't give me the same vertigo. I felt dizzy. I turned away from the park and the buildings beyond it and started walking back into the city toward the apartment I had rented. A group was in front of me, and I tried to step into the street, but stopped when a car honked at me. I waited and kept going. It was all too much for me. The crowds, the buildings, the gas and the horns, it was more to process each minute then I would see in a week back home. I turned on a random corner hoping to find a less packed street, but it was more of the same. I turned into an alley, and walked down it to catch my breath. There was an entrance to a store, I went in without looking. The space inside was dark, open, and most importantly, quiet. Soft piano music played, which was far better then the chaotic noise of the street. It seemed to be a clothing store- some kind of high fashion. A lot of leather and odd clothes. I started shuffling around, pretending I was interested. I had figured there would be clothing in the city that was odd, but this was even stranger then I expected. A wall of underwear with lacy and ruffles, another with short skirts, some single piece outfits, a lot of leggings and vests.

Enjoying this. I love the description of the fairy outfit, sounds so cute

So beginning this story, and it pretty good so far, but what happened with how you posted it?

... A few humiliating hours and a diaper change later, and Faye was back in Matilda's bedroom. Matilda had left her, wearing only her diaper after a game of dress up, and sitting at the edge of her bed as she got dressed. It was telling of how she was seen that Matilda didn't even pay her any mind as she stripped in front of her. The feeling wasn't even the same as someone getting dressed in a change room, but more as if she wasn't even there. There was no moment at all of insecurity, no conversation starter, no glance back. To her, Faye was an object, who wouldn't even move or see unless she was told to. In direct contrast with Faye's own clothes, Matilda put on a pair of skimpy panties, followed by long silken pants and a shirt. She walked up to Faye and looked her up and down. "Stand up, Baby Dolly," she said, and Faye obeyed without a word. Matilda ducked down under the bed, and pulled out a pile of brown, fuzzy cloth. She pulled some out, and made a hoop like pants. "Feet in," she said, and Faye obeyed again. Matilda pulled them up, then pulled a shirt over her head. She followed this with another brown bonnet, and examined her work. Faye saw herself in the mirror. She would have groaned if she wasn't dead to the feeling. The costume she had been put in was of a giant teddy bear. It was light brown, with a large bare white center. thickly padded around the body and each limb, making it difficult to move. The "bonnet" was actually a hood with teddy bear ears, completing the look. "Hmmm..." Matilda said. She raised a finger into the air. "I know!" She bent under the bed again, this time coming up with a white clothe. "Legs wide!" she commanded, and Faye obeyed. Faye watched as Matilda then diapered the costume. This diaper seemed made almost as a joke, or specifically for such costumes- it was comically thick and wide to the point of being impractical. Faye stood with her legs sprayed and held apart by the diaper, arms pushed out to the side by the material of the costume. She stared at the humiliating costume in the mirror, past the point of caring. "So one diaper wasn't enough?" Faye asked. SHe then held her breath- realizing that might have been a mistake. Matilda, however, didn't seem to mind, and smiled. "You're still both my baby dolly and my teddy bear. Besides, the diaper underneath is so you don't have to get out of bed, the one on top is so my teddy bear looks like a cute baby." She tiled her head to the side, and the smile took on a deeper, unsettling feeling. "Also, you'd be best not to question your owner. There are far worse things to deal with then two diapers, you know." "Right... sorry," Faye said. Matilda shrugged. "And finally, as promised," Matilda said, and placed a pacifier in Faye's mouth. She looked up and down at her work, smiling and laughing. "Ohhh I love this so much! You are so cute, you're such a great Baby Dolly!" She reached over and pinched Faye's cheek, then stepped in for a deep hug around the waist. "You're going to be my Baby Dolly during the day, my Baby Teddy Bear at night, and we are going to have so much fun! Aren't we Baby Dolly?" "Yes. So much fun," Faye tried not to sound sarcastic. Matilda didn't seem to notice if she did. She kept hugging her, then looked up. "Ok! In bed! I want to pose my teddy bear for cuddling! Remember, no moving unless I say!" The grown woman climbed up beside her and hugged her as if she truly was a teddy bear. Faye did her best to remain perfectly still on her back. She ignored all itches, exhaustion, and the urge of her bladder which she knew was destined for her diaper anyway. She was terrified of the punishments that may come if she failed, and determined to play her role as well as she could to avoid that fate. ....

Thanks! And yes he does. Or at least enjoys it from a attractive women he's been longing after. More should be up now She lifted his tear soaked face to her. "Now little baby, its time to start the real humiliation. Once again there is nothing you can do to stop it, so let it happen, ok?" "You noticed yet that we have the same clothes here as your doll, or are you too dumb or even that?" "Mhmm," he nodded. "Good boy. That doll was made for you, and we are going to make you look like her. YOU are going to be our little toy dolly for the night. So, your diaper is going back on, along with that dress and those shoes, and a pretty wig with pigtails" she pointed at them. "Ok?" He nodded. The idea was horrifying, but he knew he had no way out, and the spanking had beaten any resistance out of him. "We are also going to do your nails and make up, and finally, we have this..." He would have gasped if he wasn't gagged. She was holding a needle in front of him. "Don't worry, it won't harm you. What it will do is give you proper tits and a nice, round bum for the night, so we can all have fun with you." "Uhhh..." he said. She smiled at him. "Aww there there. Once again sweetie, there is nothing you can do or say to change it. It is happening whether you like it or not. You annoyed too many women, and now you're going to be one for tonight as we punish you for it. You honestly couldn't cut it as a real man, so honestly I don't see why not." She shrugged. "And you couldn't cut it as a women either, you are far too pathetic for that, so you'll be dressed as a baby girl instead." He moaned and whined as the girls surrounded him. Sawyer handed off the shot, and he felt one go into each side of his chest, then each side of his still aching butt. He then felt them cover his body with cream and run metal over it, and he realized they were shaving him. Meanwhile, Sawyer knelt in front of him, brushing his make up on. She applied lipstick, nail polish, and creams he didn't recognize all over his face. She then pushed the wig onto his head, and unlocked the stocks. They raised him onto his knees. Taking turns holding his limbs in place and untying or retying them, they put the diaper back on, a bra, the dress, then the socks and platform shoes. Finally, they turned him to face a mirror so he could see their handywork. He almost sobbed just at the sight. Long, blond pigtails fell down an effeminate face. A form fitting dress, with a teddy bear pushed forward by his now ample breasts and showing off his newfound curves. The skirt was short, short enough to expose not just his plump, hairless thighs but his teddy bear covered diaper as well. They giggled at him, snapping pictures with their phones. "This is going to be so much fun," Liz said, and the others agreed. "Now, come on baby girl, lets go into the next room and wait for our guests," Sawyer said. She bent over and attached the leash to him again, and led him into a large room with a carpeted pit. And that is where he remained. With his feet tied to his thighs, his hands tied behind his back, and the leash attached to the floor, he could do nothing but watch and whine as the room filled with women he had known. Each one was someone he had stared at, gawked at, or looked up online, and each one was there to see him now, humiliated and broken. Like the women before, they were all dressed in similar sharp, revealing clothes that made him all the more eager to please them, and all the more desperate when he couldn't do a thing about it. A worse desperation, however, was in his stomach. The mix of the enema they had given him, and the earlier laxatives, turned his guts over and over. The plug kept everything in place, but he knew he would need to empty it out soon, and the diaper they put him in didn't bode well for how they intended that to happen. Once the room filled up, Sawyer stood in front of him and clanged a spoon to a champagne glass. "Ok ladies, time to start tonight's festivities!" They all cheered and clapped. "As you can see, in front of you is the pathetic little loser formerly known as "Ryan", but who we've decided is best known as "Diaper Girl." They laughed, and applauded again. "And since he has harassed each and every one of you, we will now do the same. Don't worry, aside from dressing him in more appropriate clothes, we have a mountain of blackmail videos of him, and have spanked him hard enough to ensure all motivation to fight is gone. So, he won't be resisting. Will you, Diaper Girl?" Ryan shook his head. "Good. Then first up, dinner for the baby."

Thank you! There should be more up soon. It will be a slow burn, but I promise it will go where you want

... Faye spend the next hour in a daze, dizzy, and head clouded, as Matilda prepared her for the 'walk." It was almost a shock when she found herself exactly as Matilda intended. Perfectly still, thumb in her mouth, knees slightly ajar to show off her diaper, and only a shirt, bonnet, and booties on the rest of her. Her other arm culched a teddy bear, itself wearing a dress and bonnet, in exactly the pose Matilda picked for her. She had been told to remain perfectly still, and didn't want to know the consequences of disobedience, no matter how humiliating the demand. Matilda's instructions were clear as clear as they were humiliating. She was to remain perfectly still as posed, or she'd have locking joints attached to her to keep her in place. She wasn't to speak unless spoken to, and then she was to speak in "babble fitting the type of Dolly she was." Matilda had promised to give her a list of phrases to memorize, and Faye realized she the insane woman meant to treat her as a doll with a pull string, with only a few lines to come out on command. Perhaps worst of all was the final instruction. "Oh, and I really want you to be like one of those Baby Dollies they give that are REALLY like babies, you know?" Faye shook her head, and Matilda rolled her eyes. "You know how when you feed them they actually use their diapers so you can change them? I want you to do that. I want you to use your diaper on our walk so I can try changing you. I only want you using your diapers when you are here, since you're my Baby Dolly. Unless I get bored and find a new role, like my Ballet Dolly." Matilda had made the humiliating, disgusting demand as if it was nothing. Faye had stared at her with her mouth wide open- her, a grown woman, being asked to use a diaper at all was insane, doing it in public was worse. However, the fear of the "new role" kept her from arguing, and she simply nodded. Which meant now, stomach grumbling, Faye realized she had to pick a time to deliberately shit her pants to keep Matilda happy. Other options went through her mind. She could try running, but Matilda never went anywhere without a team of guards, which meant neither did Faye. She could claim she didn't need to go, or forgot, but that would risk Matilda getting "bored" with her. Also, it wasn't like she could hold on all year, eventually she'd need to relieve herself. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by another couple walking by. Both looked at her and hid laughter behind their hands, and Faye blushed deep read. She kept still, and hoped the thumb in her mouth helped hide her face. "Cute new Dolly," the man said, and both giggled. "Thanks!" Matilda said, and kept pushing. So, the neighbors were used to Matilda's games. No help there. Another group was approaching, and she felt the stroller slow down. There were two women and one man, all seeming about Matilda's age, and all dressed in fashionable clothes that spoke of wealth. Shortly behind them was a team of guards, much like the ones that followed Matilda around. Faye swallowed, realizing they must be Matilda's friends. Her thoughts were confirmed as the first woman, and tall blond, leaned over her. "OH. MY. GOD. Is this your new Dolly?! SHE IS SO CUTE!" "I know!" Matilda beamed. "Don't you just love her? I'm going to have so much fun playing with her." The other woman, leaned in next to her. "Awww. Is she in a diaper?" "Yep!" Matilda replied. "She's my Baby Dolly! She's even going to use her diapers for me so I can change them!" "Oh my god, so lucky!" the first woman said. "Does she speak or make sounds?" "Yep! Baby Dolly, say something!" Faye paused, not sure what to do. "Goo goo gaa gaa?" she ventured, watching for reactions. She put her thumb back in her mouth. The woman squealed with delight. "Another!" "Uhhh... Baby Dolly wan diapie?" Faye tried, blushing at the sound of her own voice. Matilda's friend pointed at her. "She's... already wearing a diaper. That seems wrong, is it damaged?" "We have to work on that one," Matilda said. "She obviously needs some practice to the role. "It is still so cute," the other woman said. "I wish my dad would get me a dolly like that, but when I asked he said it was "cruel" or something." She rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry with her tongue, showing what she thought of father's ethics. She looked at the man beside her. "Hey, Tom." She punched him in the arm. "Why don't you get off your lazy ass and buy me a Dolly too?" "Ow!" the man said in a soft voice and rubbed his arm. "I don't even know where they come from! Is this even legal?" "I don't know, but all the other rich girls have one. Even Jenny is getting one, aren't you?" "Mhmmm, my dad said I could get one for Christmas if I behaved," she laughed. "Which means yes, because he always says I behave." Faye remained still. They all MUST know she was a human being. The sheer callousness they discussed this with was stomach turning, even when Faye wasn't the center of it. She dreaded to know what was going to happen to the "Dolly" whose owner referred to them as "it." "See? You want me to be the only one without one?" She glared at the man Faye assumed was her boyfriend, then turned back to Matilda. "Say, could I try playing with her at some point? Just to see what its like?" "Sure! Come by and we'll dress her up together, or you can borrow her. Just remember: She is a BABY Dolly, so she'll need her diapers." "Oh," the blond said. She leaned in close. "Does it actually USE its diapers?" "Yep! See, watch." Oh God no, Faye thought. Matilda continued. "Baby Dolly, mess your diaper. Now." Faye wanted to scream. She wanted to argue, call out the psychopathic women for what they were, fight them, do anything to get out. But she knew how that would go. A second later, the guards would have her down. Even if they beat them off, she was in a strange world, far from friends, facing opponents with armies of guards and all the resources they needed to track her down. Then, she'd either end up spending a year in whatever life Matilda picked for her as punishments, or end up dead. So, she fought all her instincts, sucked her thumb, and, with her face turning beat red, pushed with all her might into her diaper. Despite knowing what she was doing, it was still a shock to feel her diaper inflate around her. The three women all cheered and laughed at her performance. Faye did all she could to remain perfectly still as the smell began to bother her nose. ...