diaperdimension A journey like another - Bound to the Nightmare (part I completed)

[Guilend]

I wasn't that interested in this story at first. I'm not sure why, it really didn't grab my attention,  but because I'm a sucker for diaper dimension stories I kept reading. Now I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for what's next. Good job. 

[Ericc]

7 hours ago, Pierry Louys said:

Wow now I am hooked

thanks  

1 hour ago, Guilend said:

I wasn't that interested in this story at first. I'm not sure why, it really didn't grab my attention,  but because I'm a sucker for diaper dimension stories I kept reading. Now I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for what's next. Good job. 

Thanks. I think you will like the few remaining chapters of part I. 

there are few hints where the story is heading… 

[Ericc]

Behind blue eyes
 

The trip to his family's house felt like a breeze as his mind raced to understand what was going on. When Jeroen finally arrived, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the mysteries that awaited him inside.

Jeroen hesitated before knocking on Father's door. The door creaked open, revealing Father, who appeared to be in his 60s and looked like a cross between Tom Selleck and Sean Connery. His warm smile was both comforting and disarming. "Jeroen, my boy! Welcome home!" Father greeted him, embracing his son in a tight hug.

After exchanging pleasantries, Father led Jeroen into the dimly lit dining room, where an unsettling atmosphere seemed to permeate the air. Eerie shadows danced on the walls, and Jeroen couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as they sat down for dinner.

As they began to eat, the air was thick with an uneasy silence. Jeroen and Father observed each other carefully, each waiting for the other to break the silence. Father's gaze was unwavering and patient, as if wondering when Jeroen would finally give in and start asking questions.

 

"So, what's going on, Father? Are we trapped in some kind of time loop?" Jeroen asked, his voice uncertain.

Father let out a small, knowing chuckle. "Ah, Jeroen, you're always so perceptive. We've been through many loops already, but it's important that you understand the complexities of time."

Jeroen's heart raced as he considered Father's words. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease, wondering about the fate of the previous loops and what it meant for them. The room suddenly felt colder, and he wrapped his arms around himself for comfort.

"A time loop is a phenomenon where a series of events are repeated over and over again, with the same outcome," Father explained calmly. "The people involved may or may not be aware of the repetition. And in our case, we're stuck in this time loop, trying to find a better outcome."

Father furrowed his brow and offered a crucial piece of advice. "You must never interact with Lucas. Time travel has its own paradoxes, and if you were to engage with him, you could create a ripple effect, altering events and possibly making our situation worse."

"Why me, Father? What is it about our destinies that are so entangled?" Jeroen's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Father placed a comforting hand on Jeroen's shoulder, his eyes filled with empathy. "You'll understand soon, my boy. Just trust me."

"Father, did the boys die in a previous loop?" Jeroen asked hesitantly. "You hinted that there are fates worse than death."

Father sighed deeply, his eyes clouded with sadness. "Yes, Jeroen, in some loops, they didn't make it. But we can't dwell on the past. We must learn from it and strive for a better outcome."

 

As Father continued to speak, Jeroen's eyes wandered around the room. He stumbled upon an old photograph of himself and Father from his teenage years. The soft texture of the photo contrasted with the sharpness of the revelation.

 

"Father…, why haven't you aged? What are you?" Jeroen demanded, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Father's expression remained calm, and he gently dismissed Jeroen's concerns with a wave of his hand. "My true nature is not important, Jeroen. We need to focus on the task at hand. That's all that matters."

With that, Father led Jeroen to his former nursery. Faded wallpaper and dusty toys stirred feelings of lost innocence and haunting memories. Above the crib lay a long dragon plush with a dog face and two big ruby eyes. "Falcor!" Jeroen exclaimed, remembering so many childhood memories. "You will know what to do with the boy..." said father as he left the room.

Father's cryptic suggestion to raise Eric, just as he had with Lucas, left Jeroen's mind swirling with questions.

 

Left to explore on his own, Jeroen continued to reflect on the strange situation he found himself in. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Father's true nature than he was letting on. As he wandered through the halls of the old house, Jeroen stumbled upon a dusty old library he couldn’t quite remember. Curiosity getting the best of him, he couldn’t resist the urge to investigate and began to peruse the shelves. Among the books on history and philosophy, Jeroen found a strange old tome bound in leather.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Jeroen opened the book to find an ancient map with strange markings and symbols. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and he couldn't help but wonder what it all meant. As he was about to close the book, Jeroen's eyes fell on a passage written in an old and obscure language. Though he couldn't understand the words, he had a strange feeling that they were important.

He decided to show the book to Father, hoping that he might have some insight. But when he arrived back in Father's study, he found the room empty.

Jeroen set the book down on Father's desk and went to investigate. As he turned the corner, he saw a figure in the distance, standing at the end of the hallway.

"Father?" Jeroen called out, but the figure didn't move.

Jeroen approached cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. As he got closer, he saw that it wasn't Father at all. It was Lucas, standing motionless with a strange look on his face.

Jeroen froze, unsure of what to do. Father had warned him not to interact with Lucas, but he couldn't just walk away. He had to know what was going on.

"Lucas? Can you hear me?" Jeroen asked tentatively.

Lucas didn't respond. He just continued to stare at Jeroen with his strange expression.

Jeroen took a step closer, and suddenly everything changed. The world around him seemed to spin and warp, and Jeroen felt himself being pulled into a vortex of light and sound.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in his lab, phone in his hand ringing…

"What…, whaat…, whaaat?"

[kerry]

Oh, sure, you get one thing you're not supposed to do and that is the one thing you do. Fabulous. ?

[Guilend]

Okay, I guess I'm a little confused as to what is going on. Mostly how he came to realize it's a time loop. Was there something that made it obvious to him? Because time loop wasn't even on my list of possibilities lol. 

 

Yes, do the thing that you're told not to do as soon as possible lol. I have a feeling time looped again right before he messed up lol

[Ericc]

5 hours ago, Guilend said:

Okay, I guess I'm a little confused as to what is going on. Mostly how he came to realize it's a time loop. Was there something that made it obvious to him? Because time loop wasn't even on my list of possibilities lol. 

 

Yes, do the thing that you're told not to do as soon as possible lol. I have a feeling time looped again right before he messed up lol

Jeroen is/was one of the boys, but who ? 
I guess my hint I  the previous chapter was not that obvious. 
 

thanks for keep reading the story  

 

 

[Little Baby Becca]

Hmmm...??

[Ericc]

 

"Atreyu… Kela-nana," he finished, and my heart began to race. I didn't know why, but the man's words sent a wave of terror through me. It was like he was reciting a sinister chant, one that I couldn't begin to understand.
I was a grown man, and I couldn't believe I was being scolded like a misbehaving child.
I felt both scared and fascinated by the man presence, and I didn't know how to react. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do next.

As he counted, my fear grew until I couldn't take it anymore. I wet myself, feeling the warmth spread down my legs and soaking my pants. I was so ashamed, so embarrassed. "Why did this have to happen to me?" I thought. But the giant didn't seem to be angry, instead he said in his language, "Atreyu, daddob hona," and his tone was softer pointing his side. Reluctantly I moved forward sniffing, shaking.

He picked me up like a stubborn child and carried me away. "What's happening to me?" I sobbed, feeling like I was being scolded by my parents all over again. The whole experience was so humiliating and degrading, and I couldn't wait to get away from the giant and the Amazon who was carrying me away.

"Bound to the Nightmare"

The weight of my drenched pants weighed heavily on me as Jeroen guided me to a small, unremarkable building near the park's exit. I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, while a sense of foreboding hovered over me like a dark cloud. As we arrived, the door swung open to reveal Nurse Booker. Her typically stern expression softened into a smile when she recognized me from the files.

 

"Ah, you must be Atreyu," she said, her voice warmer than I had expected. "We've been expecting you." I glanced at her, puzzled and uncertain of her intentions.

Jeroen introduced me to the other nurses as his soon-to-be son, and they observed me with a blend of curiosity and sympathy. One of them, a young woman with a playful grin, took notice of my soaked pants and offered to help me.

"Looks like someone needs a change," she quipped, her voice rich with sarcasm. "Don't worry, Atreyu, we'll take good care of you."

Jeroen agreed, and the nurse took charge of me. Nurse Booker, a woman in her 50s known for her strictness and discipline, instructed her to prepare me for the next phase of my transformation. Her tone was cold and commanding. As the nurse tried to undress me, I fought back, my hands trembling and my heart racing. But Jeroen was unyielding.

 

"Atreyu…" he said firmly, his voice dark and menacing. "Behave!" To emphasize his point, he spanked me over my wet pants, intensifying my humiliation. Tears filled my eyes as I stopped resisting, allowing the nurse to continue undressing me.

Jeroen picked up a pacifier equipped with an inflatable bulb and a set of holes intended for feeding while secured in place. Despite my apprehension, I couldn't find the strength to resist when he started counting, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. "Atreyu..Kela ama…" he counted, his voice allowing no room for disagreement.

 

With the pacifier in my mouth and inflated to prevent removal, the nurse led me to a strange device resembling a tanning bed. It turned out to be a body hair removal system. As I was strapped in and secured, I shuddered, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Please," I whispered through the pacifier, my voice barely audible. "Don't do this."

The nurse ignored my plea, and the machine emitted lights that eliminated all my unwanted body and facial hair, leaving me hairless and feeling more infantile than ever.

 

Once the hair removal process was complete, the nurse released me and escorted me to the changing area. The imposing presence of the changing table awaited me, its surface covered with a thick, cushioned white pad encased in waterproof, easy-to-clean material. Raised safety guards lined the edges, with sturdy straps attached to secure me in place. I shuddered at the cold, clinical touch of the pad beneath me.

The nurse fastened me to the table and began the diapering process. She cleaned my soiled lower half with gentle, hypoallergenic wipes, carefully removing any traces of urine. Her hands were precise and efficient, but her touch was not unkind. She applied a soothing cream to protect my delicate skin from irritation and followed with a dusting of baby powder.

 

Instead of reaching for a regular diaper, the nurse selected an exceptionally thick nighttime diaper, which I had never seen before. The sight of it filled me with dread, as I realized wearing such a thick diaper would make walking almost impossible, further robbing me of any sense of independence and dignity.

With a practiced, dispassionate motion, she slid the thick diaper under me, its padding feeling obtrusive and cumbersome. As she expertly fastened the tapes to secure it snugly around my waist, the bulky diaper forced my legs apart, making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable.

Throughout the procedure, the nurse maintained a professional demeanor, seemingly oblivious to the humiliation and degradation I was experiencing. My cheeks flushed with shame as I lay there, now freshly diapered in an extremely thick nighttime diaper that rendered me practically immobile.

As Jeroen connected my pacifier to a small container filled with sleeping drugs, I couldn't help but overhear a conversation between him and Nurse Booker. Her voice was soft and concerned, revealing a hint of humanity I hadn't noticed before.

 

"Doctor, sometimes I can't help but question the morality of what we're doing. Regressing these Earthlings to behave like toddlers, simply for our clients' twisted amusement."

Jeroen sighed. "I understand your concerns, Nurse, but we have our orders. Speaking of Earthlings, I've heard they're more susceptible to illness. We need to be vigilant in monitoring their health."

Nurse Booker glanced at me, her eyes filled with pity. "And our gravity must be quite a shock to their systems. How do they cope?"

Jeroen nodded thoughtfully. "It's a significant adjustment. Initially, they'll experience dizziness, fatigue, and increased heart rate. Prolonged exposure can result in muscle and bone damage. That's where the nanites come in – they help to minimize those effects."

Nurse Booker's eyes lingered on the thick diaper that now encased me, her expression one of sympathy. "And the humiliation of losing control over their bodily functions – is that truly necessary, Doctor?"

Jeroen's eyes darkened. "Unfortunately, it is. The degradation is essential in breaking their spirits and ensuring their compliance. Our clients demand it."

The conversation between Jeroen and Nurse Booker seemed to fade away as the sedatives in the pacifier began to take effect. The last thing I heard was a haunting lullaby that seemed to echo the torment I was experiencing in this nightmarish world.

As I slipped into unconsciousness, the room faded away, replaced by a dreamlike landscape filled with strange, distant memories and questions: why Atreyu, why that tune seemed so familiar? Lucas ?!? 

 

"In your hand, 

the birth of a new day,Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds and there upon a rainbow is the answer to a never-ending story."

End of part I

[Guilend]

If Nurse Brook gets too vocal about her not liking what they're doing to them, she'll understand the humiliation of getting spanked and the humiliation of filling a diaper. I'm sure those with big money wouldn't like her possibly ruining their get rich schemes. 

[SGTbaby]

Great new chapter