VoodooKinMafia

The thought of it made his brain scream. This cloth diaper, otherwise innocuous in nature, took on an especially humiliating significance when he found out that it had been his wife's. Knowing that the horrible liking stains had been hers made him start to squirm all over again, and with renewed vigor. He stared wide eyed as she began snapping pictures... With HIS phone, no less. Realizing that, as she stepped back, the strap would be completely hidden by the changing supplies. "Nooooooooo......." He cried out as he realized that her having his phone meant she had EVERYTHING that was him... Work, personal, and social media all in one place! Then she had the dirty looking diaper unfolded and posed his legs in the air. He wouldn't cry. He promised himself that much, but as he failed he noticed several new neighbors staring from the sidewalk. "Oh my God... Just kill me now..." He whimpered as he lay there awaiting the inevitable.

Siobhan closed her eyes and shook her head. This was going to make things more difficult. She knew, for example, that turning this girl over to authorities would mean a lonely Christmas. One in which the young girl would be shuffled around until ultimately probably landing back in Siobhan's care. With a gentle pat to the girl's thigh, she stood up. First things first, Siobhan... She told herself, this little one needed a change. She moved back to the stroller and proceeded to push it into the family restroom, locking the door behind her. "It's all going to be okay" she said softly, as she opened the pack of thick, Christmas Winnie the Pooh themed diapers and laid one on the changing table. "I'm going to get you all cleaned up!"

He had built a career off of being the person who controlled the table. Being in this new situation, however, had him completely flummoxed. He didn't know which way to go, or what to do... And his only trump card was taken when he realized that she could easily throw the key away... Or worse, bring Denise into this. He didn't have much time to contemplate his options before he was laid on the changing table and the strap was placed securely around his chest. "Oh my God..." He said, as she seemed to take great delight in holding up the stained diaper for him to see. "That's disgusting! Where did you even FIND something like that?!?" He was paralyzed with fear as she approached him, wicked smile on her face. It was then that he noticed, peeking out of her pocket, the corner of his phone. "You... You can't... You can't put that on me!" He said as he writhed against the straps trying in vain to get free.

As they traversed the crowded mall, all gifts present and accounted for, a new fear began to work its way into Siobhan's mind. More powerful than any of the anxiety triggers that she had entered thus far, and almost debilitating in nature. It started as a tickle in her unconscious mind. Then, it began to spiderweb (as these things, by their very nature, must) into different arenas populated by her present and conscious thought. It spread itself through her mind until she felt that familiar coldness in the tips of her fingers. None of these people looked like parents hunting a lost child. In fact, they ALL looked - the opposite of it. What was she going to do? What if this little lost girl didn't even have parents to miss her? Certainly, that was a concept she was familiar with... Now, as she pulled up to the bathroom, she stooped down in front of the stroller until she was eyeball to eyeball with Crystal. "Now, honey... I want you to tell me what happened? How did you wind up here?"

There it was! Siobhan sighed in relief as she walked over to the stroller rack and paid, a little extra, for a large, plush stroller in the shape of a panda. With seeming ease, she put Crystal into the stroller and strapped her in, pulling the straps tight around her chest and thighs. "There we go, my little squirmy worm!" Siobhan offered triumphantly, before loading her gifts - bag by bag - into the compartment under the Panda Stroller's handle. "Now to get you cleaned up and get you a little protection, sweet girl. Then we'll look for your parents!" Without Crystal's chaotic behavior, without the holiday bustle, without the anxiety that she might've lost all her gifts... Without any one of a number of different contributors, Siobhan might've stopped long enough to listen. However, With her automatic parenting response fully active, after loading all the gifts into the stroller she started off toward the bathrooms - scanning the crowds for any couple that might resemble parents.

Being talked past, ignored, and then manhandled was an altogether new feeling for the young executive. But then again, so was standing naked in a baby's crib with only a tiny pink chastity cage covering his most private of parts. He was doubly humiliated by the shouting he heard outside the window - knowing that his hairless, naked ass had indeed caught the neighbors' attention. But... What was that she had said? She had to be kidding, didn't she? "What do you mean... A diaper? I'm not wearing a diaper! What's wrong with you? Give me my clothes back. Take this thing off of me, and let me go!" Yeeeaaahhh... He was shouting now. Enraged at what was happening. It was only 7 in the morning when she sat his naked butt on the crinkly plastic of the changing table for the first time. He dared to look out the window, and saw the neighbors staring... "Dee... This isn't going to fly. I will get Denise on the phone so fast it'll make your head spin!!"

As she sauntered into the nursery, He felt an overpowering mixture of both rage, and fear, filling him. Then, as she started feeling the sheets, he started talking rapidly... His anxiety preventing him from controlling the speed or frantic nature of his words. "Dee... Dee you gotta close the blinds... There are people out there! I want out of here. Out of This crib and out of this plastic thing on my 'stuff' - where is my normal stuff? Dee you gotta close the blinds!" He was coming at a mile a minute. But as her manicured nails traced over the satin sheets, he could tell that not only was she behind this, But that she hadn't even gotten started yet.

As the exited the store with their new bag of diapers and training panties, Siobhan realized that she had to switch Crystal to her other hip. She was getting worn out, but could not bring herself to put the girl down. Especially with all... The... Bags... She suddenly froze...and realized that between the collision, the resultant "accident," shopping for the diapers, and her desire to take care of the child - she had left her gifts on the mall floor! Crystal's complaints and objections were both numerous and insistent, yet Siobhan moved with an almost supernatural maternal flair through the sea of humanity - largely ignoring the protests coming from her hip. She was almost frantic, and was on the verge of a full blown panic attack when she stopped and found, back in front of the Hot Topic, her gifts moved and stacked up against the wall. "Oh thank goodness!" She exclaimed before sighing in relief. She then turned and began looking around the mall for something that would ease her burden. Some way to transport both child and gifts, so that she could do the right thing for Crystal without losing her gifts. "One second honey. I just need to find a stroller... Then we'll get you all cleaned up, okay?"

And he did, incredibly, sleep tight in the crib. Only moving occasionally to adjust to one of his wife's old dolls poking him in the back... Or the naked butt. He would have gladly died right then, if he had seen himself in the crib. But, fortunately or unfortunately, he slept soundly through the night. In fact, it wasn't until around 8am, when the sun waa already up and pouring its warning rays through the window, that he began to stir. The crib, much like the changing table positioned next to it, was located directly in front of a huge bay window that faced the street. His eyes started to flutter open, as he was brought to the threshold of waking by the sounds of the neighbor outside walking her dog, with her 3 year old granddaughter. "Dammit don't people ever sleep..." BAM!! As he started to wake and stretch, he slammed his hand into the crib bars loudly. "Goddammit.. What in the..." He began, suddenly realizing two things - that he was no longer on the floor, and that he was naked. Startled, he sat straight up in the crib and stated to get his bearings. Yet - why was he in the crib? It was then that he reached, instinctively to hide it from the view of the neighbors out front, to cover his privates... And found a tiny dome of pink hard plastic. Indeed, the lock was almost bigger than the chastity cage. Suddenly things started coming together. "Oh nooooo......" He mumbled, his voice catching in his throat, as he hung his head and nervously tried to cover himself with the things in the crib.

Siobhan's condescending responses were no doubt infuriating. Yet, as they were intended to be comforting, they continued unabated. "Of course you're an adult sweety! You're a big girl, and these cute Winnie the Pooh Christmas 'panties' don't change that. In fact, let's get all three!" She said happily. She was hoping that her positive and upbeat energy would begin to make Crystal feel better - more secure even - as she picked up the diaper packs and headed toward the register. With a polite smile she laid the diaper packs on the table and made small talk with the attendant. No - she was not a rewards member. No she wasn't interested. Yes she was willing to donate her change. Siobhan made the pleasantries while she felt the young girl shifting uncomfortably on her hip. She knew that it was high past time to get her into these new 'special panties' do they could set about figuring thisall out.

"Mmm...phhh...whaa...?" He muttered, still clearly asleep as she lifted him from the floor. Then, as he was placed into the overly feminine crib, he fell back asleep as he sank into the pile of stuffed animals inside. He would actually wake a little now. Not nearly enough to be coherent of course, but enough to maneuver himself so that he was spread out in the crib, his tiny chastity cage on full display. The myriad of dolls moved with him, and framed him perfectly as he settled back into a deep sleep.

Siobhan's approach became somewhat amused, and while it was meant to be sweet, would undoubtedly come across as patronizing and condescending to any adult. "Aww! You don't have to pay me for your 'special' panties sweety! No little girl should have to run around with a wet bottom on Christmas Eve!" Siobhan looked at the thicker diapers with Winnie the Pooh, not entirely thrilled with them, but definitely shopping more on the practical side. With Crystal on her hip, she made her way toward the register before stopping suddenly. "Oh my! What have we here? Special Christmas Pooh diapers...err...panties? And look, all the characters are little like you! Let's get those instead- my Christmas treat!"

Siobhan was struggling with the situation, as much as Crystal was, and through it all was attempting to keep her kind and soft demeanor. "I know honey. But we have to take care of it." She offered softly, only to be met with an unruly outburst. She was getting flustered, as she reached for a pack of My Little Pony training panties that were intended to look like panties. "Here, look! Sweety these are just like your panties! They're just for protection in case you bump into anyone else." Siobhan grasped the pack tightly, before moving on toward the thicker and admittedly, more infantile diapers. "Now we can't have anything ruining your pretty outfit..." She stated, still clutching the pack of diapers and then reaching for a more infantile pack of thicker diapers featuring Winnie the Pooh. She knew that children like Crystal sometimes needed the thicker protection, despite their embarrassment at wearing the more infantile diapers. As she juggled the girl and the two packs of diapers on her hip she smiled. "I think that these will work. What do you say?"

The young man stirred, though very little, as his shorts were removed and he was left naked on the nursery floor. Indeed, it appeared to be her giggling, more than anything, that almost roused him to waking. Yet, he only moved enough that he was now on his back, legs splayed open, for all to see. It wasn't the first time that a woman had found amusement at the sight of his under endowed member. In fact, giggling at it was apparently the normal reaction. All the more now, that his Mother in Law had imprisoned it inside of the rigid and extremely small chastity cage. He didn't even notice as she took his phone and began snapping pictures of him - naked and locked on the nursery floor.

He lay there for a long while, contemplating his current situation. The room was overly dark, with the exception of a single pink light that, when contrasted to the blackness of the room, seemed to illuminate everything. Here he was, laying on a nursery floor - he'd be damned if he was gonna use any of the furniture - staring up at the ceiling. The room smelled strongly of plastic and a scent he would come to learn later was called "Hawaiian Hibiscus" and emanated from the diaper pail. He knew why he had come. It was the exact same reason he had agreed to sleep in the nursery. It was for wife, plain and simple - so there was no use in chasing those questions through the overcrowded brambles of his mind. It wasn't the 'how' or the 'why' that had him flummoxed... It was the embarrassment of the 'what.' As in... What his current situation was. Revered in his industry as something of a phenom, and must certainly considered an Alpha male personality, he cringed to think what his peers, subordinates, and yes - his rivals would think to see him now. Laying in the girl's nursery... Shirtless and only a thin pair of basketball shorts concealing his modesty. Hell... He wondered what his wife would think. Would she laugh? He pulled his phone from his bag to text her and was surprised to see he already had a text... "Hey Babe. I know Mom can be difficult. Thanks for always showing up for me. I'll call you tomorrow. Love you ?" He smiled and texted back: "You have no idea. I love you too. Can't wait to talk tomorrow." Then laid back down on his spot of shag carpeting and began surfing the net. He aimlessly surfed until sleep took him and he fell into a deep, deep slumber - the phone falling harmlessly from his hand and laying beside him on the carpet. It was still on, of course, when Dee re-entered the room later. It's screen lighting his face and showing that, for all intents and purposes, he was so asleep he might as well have been dead.

The entire situation was a bit overwhelming for Siobhan's conscious mind. In fact, had she stopped to consider what had actually transpired in the 15 or 20 minute whirlwind, she probably would have been overcome by a crippling sense of 'what in the hell do I do now?' However, years of working with children in the orphanage had created in her a sense of auto pilot. Something akin to muscle memory that, when activated, took over her rational thought and guided her actions. In this case, a scared young girl that was clearly lost amid a sea of preoccupied humanity on the most magical evening of the year. "Hey... Hey now" Siobhan whispered in her soft and yet unwavering voice. "Ceann Beag..." She whispered the gentle Irish for 'Little One,' "I know you're a big girl. But you don't want to mess up any more beautiful clothes, do you?" She asked, gesturing to the wetness as she held the little girl to her hip. "There's nothing at all to be ashamed of. But we're going to make sure that you're protected." Her voice carried with it the understanding that she would broker no argument. "Now... Which shall we choose?"

With that, he knew he had little to no choice. His wife had expressed to him repeatedly that it was important for him to make an effort on this trip. If it was ruined as soon as he arrived? He shook his head thinking of how she would react. After a long moment her dropped his suitcases. "Okay Dee. I'll stay in here..." He barely got the last word out before he heard the door close behind him. He, of course, hadn't heard it lock. Left with his thoughts, he looked around the room and actually smiled slightly at the thought of his wife in here as a toddler. After a moment, he began to undress... Feeling incredibly awkward as he stood naked in the nursery. He looked down for his orange and black Under Armour bag. The one where he kept his clothes. "Goddammit..." He muttered, as he realized he had left it in the living room. He walked back to the door and tried to open it, only to find out locked. "Motherfucker..." He muttered as he realized he had been locked in. He turned and stormed back toward his discarded basketball shorts, stubbing his toe on something plastic before tripping and falling to the ground. After a moment of frustrated writhing, he looked over to see he had tripped over a toddler's plastic training potty. Pink, of course... "Yeah, i think I'll just hold it until morning." He muttered angrily before pulling his basketball shorts on. He then stood up and turned off the light - before curling up on the floor to go to sleep. "Only 6 more days..." He told himself before drifting off into a deep sleep.

In Siobhan's mind, any arguments that this girl was not a young child would be immediately destroyed by the overwhelmingly childish dampness that she felt when she lifted the poor thing. Of course, her heart went out to the small child, while her eyes continued scanning the crowd for anyone who resembled parents that had lost a child. "Oh Sweetie, I know you're a big girl. But there's no need for stories. Now, i can help you find your parents, but you're going to have to tell me their names, or what they look like, or... something..." She could feel the unease of the girl and Crystal's anxiety was written all over her face. After a moment more of searching, Siobhan let out a soft sigh. She collected her bags and gifts and, with Crystal still firmly clutched to her hip, made her way out of the crowd. "I tell you what, Sweetie. It won't do any good looking for your parents in such a state. So let's get you cleaned up first, then we'll settle down and try to find them, huh?" And with that she pulled her inside ghee malls Babies R Us and proceeded to the nearest section of diapers. "First we'll get a little...protection... Then we'll set about getting you taken care of, okay?"

He begrudgingly followed his Mother in Law through the house and down the main hallway, which he knew ended at the Master suite. He was shocked then, when Dee stopped in front of his wife's old bedroom door. The pale pink reminding him of the rental car. The words "Princess" were painted on the outside of the door, and perhaps his eyes were deceiving him, but that paint looked fresh. As she turned on the sift light and ushered him into the nursery, his feet fell on the pink shag carpeting, clearly meant for crawling babies. His green eyes darted around the room nervously As she led him all the way into the room. Clearly, it was his wife's old room. With furniture, toys, and decorations straight from the 1980s. He saw the pink canopy crib with the original My Little Pony theme. He saw the changing table, decorated all over with Rainbow Brite. Hell, even the diaper pail had original Sesame Street designs! The dresser, playpen, and walker were all in a Minnie Mouse theme, and all the toys scattered about were straight from the aforementioned shows. Standing there, his smaller frame next to her more muscular body... His soft, lily white skin next to her bronzed skin... He shook his head nervously. Still clutching his suitcases. "Dee... You're kidding... I can't sleep in here! C'mon... Let's don't start out this way..."

At first, Siobhan wasn't sure what to make of the young girl she had just collided with. She couldn't tell how old the girl was, but knew that she couldn't be more than six or seven years old. First and foremost, Siobhan towered over the much smaller Crystal. Secondly, even though Siobhan was pretty slim compared to most people, Crystals body seemed so much more lithe, and under developed. Immediately, Siobhan's soft grey eyes began to dart around the crowded mall, scanning for parents. With ease, she lifted Crystal to her feet and did a quick examination of the young girl. Everything seemed to be okay; better, in fact, than Siobhan. Her own pale skin wouldbe bruised tomorrow. She could already feel a fresh bruise forming on her shin. "Where are your parents, little one?" She asked softly, as she tightened her own ponytail of long platinum blonde locks before helping Crystal by adjusting her My Little Pony shirt for her. "They've got to be around here someplace. Where did you guys get separated? This time of year is no good for such a pretty little girl to be wandering the mall alone."

::Siobhan absolutely loved the magic that seemed to saturate the air on Christmas Eve. Even though she understood it was a mix of anxiety, fear, and exhaustion mostly; she couldn't help but feel like it was the moment before the curtains pulled back to reveal the most amazing show on Earth. It was also the day that she got her bonus from the orphanage, which for the past five years, gave the woman an opportunity to feel like perhaps she was bringing a little of that Christmas magic into the lives of the children she worked with. She planned for this day. Diligently learning each of their personalities, and striving to find just the perfect gift for each of them. She spentthe entire day running about town, with only her own sense of accomplishment and pride driving her through the crowded, icy streets. Today had been slightly different, as she seemed to be struggling to find the perfect gifts. Oh sure, there were Margaret's ladybug earrings, and Nathaniel's Football jersey... But those had been explicitly asked for. What about the ones that couldn't bring themselves to wish for anything... Much less ask? What about the little ones? Siobhan felt overly frustrated with herself, but decided to continue on to that Mecca for last minute shoppers - the one place where she might find something to spark her creative and magnanimous mind... The Mall. As she entered the giant complex of retail idolatry, the anxiety was so papale one could cut it with a knife. However, she soon found her inspiration and began making her way through the human obstacle course. That is, of course, until she was tackled abruptly as she excited the Hot Topic... :: "Hey!!" :: She shouted as the force drove her forward and all of her bags from her hands. She winced as she fell, colliding with the polished stone floor :: "You really need to watch where you're... G...going...." :: She said angrily, before noticing the lithe form also trembling on the ground before her. It appeared to be a child...:: "Oh my... Are you okay?" :: Siobhan asked before standing, albeit a bit gingerly, and then attempting to help the small girl to her feet::

:: The first feeling that he had after unboarding the plane and gathering his bag in somewhat of a haze, was the warm Southern California Sun as it beat softly against his shoulder-length auburn hair. The subsequent cool breeze dancing lightly against his face was a pleasant reminder of his all too unpleasant predicament. With a sigh, Joshua boarded the shuttle to the rental car lot. :: "Is this a joke...!?!?" :: He had been far less than pleased by the revelations his wife had shared with him. Knowing that she would be in South Korea for six weeks over the Thanksgiving holiday was bad enough. In 10 years of marriage they had never spent a major holiday apart. However, it seemed as if she were intent on making a terrible situation worse when she added that she needed him to use a week of his vacation time to travel out to Southern California and help her mother with renovations. Missing work was no big deal. As the 35 year old Executive Vice President of an Insurance Marketing Organization, he had the vacation. It was the Mother-in-Law part that made his skin crawl. Dee was an attractive woman of 54. Southern California life suited her perfectly, and she showed it. Having inherited a small fortune based primarily off the sale of her parent's real estate holdings in both Pasadena and Altadena, she didn't NEED to work... Yet she had for the past 30 years worked in her capacity as a professor at Cal State Northridge. A position which exquisitely suited her need to feel superior to others. But now she was retired, and it seemed that she wanted to renovate her home. Sure, she could've just paid someone. However, Denise had volunteered her husband to help in the hopes that the experience would bring the two closer together. Dee and Joshua had never gotten along - and the pure animosity had often boiled over into large scale family wars. Indeed, it had caused Denise and her mother to go without speaking for several years. Yet, their relationship had recently been on the mend... And so, Denise had convinced Joshua to try - for her sake - to build a bridge with her mother. And yet here he was - standing in the rental lot staring at the car Dee had been so gracious as to reserve for him... A bright pink VW Beetle... He could hear the attendants laughter as he drove off the lot. Pulling up to the beautiful Simi Valley estate, Joshua was glad that it was dark. The car was humiliating, and with a huff he gathered his bags and made for the door. 1... 2... 3... 4... Of course... She made him ring the bell repeatedly before she answered. And there before him stood the object of his frustration, his rage, his angst... As tall as him, standing a very built 5'10" without shoes, Dee stood there with that evil grin on her face, before opening the door and allowing him inside. It was late, and after they exchanged a few forced pleasantries, and made pointless, facetious, and laborious conversation for roughly 15 or 20 minutes Joshua finally sighed. :: "Well, it's been a long day and we've a lot to do in the morning. Where should I sleep?" :: He had been hoping for either the guest room (yeah... Right...) Or at the very least, the sofa. He knew the Master belonged to Dee and the only other Room was what had once belonged to his wife. Though, in recent years, Dee had sold off his wife's belongings and had converted the room back into a replica of his wife's nursery... Complete with all of her old baby things. She always said it 'made her remember happier times' - but Joshua always secretly suspected that it was to try and encourage Denise to get pregnant... Something the young man had been unable to do up to this point..."

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