DiaperArt Posted January 17 Posted January 17 Hi everyone, This is my first attempts ever at writing a story of any kind, I hope you will enjoy it. It's the first chapter, I don't know how many it will contain or exactly where the story will go. I'm working on the next chapter, and I appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism. I have gone over it a couple of times, but might have missed some mistakes, English isn't my native language. Enjoy the read! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Mysterious Mansion Chapter 1: “Damn it!” the 26-year-old Sarah said to herself, after seeing her nice shoes getting stained from the mud. She didn’t expect the lawn she was walking on to be completely soaked and muddy, causing her shoes, which at first were beautiful and light pink, to now be dirty and mostly brown. Not that she had any right to complain, seeing as she was technically trespassing. The reason she was trekking through the grass in the first place was to make sure she stayed out of sight of any potential onlookers, while she walked up to the seemingly abandoned mansion. She knew she shouldn’t even be trying to reach the house, but she could no longer help herself. Every day she passed the beautiful house on her way to work and back, and every time she wondered if anyone was living there. She never saw anyone on the grounds or in the windows and there were never any cars parked. The yard seemed well maintained, though, and the front gates were locked every time she cheekily tried to open them. No longer being able to contain her curiosity, she had decided to walk around the perimeter of the grounds, following the huge hedge that loomed over her, which kept the mansion and the grounds obscured. After a brisk walk, she eventually found a tree close to the tall hedge, and after putting her long, blonde hair in a ponytail, decided to climb it. First, she got out her water bottle from her backpack and took a big gulp, trying to wash away the anxieties of what she was about to do. One of the lower branches hung above the hedge and looked sturdy enough to hold her weight, and, after a brief climb, she managed to reach it. Not pondering about it too long, she placed her feet on the thick branch, carefully testing it to see if her claim held true and it could support her full weight. A tiny voice in the back of her head warned her that this might not be a good idea, and when she looked down, she got slightly dizzy from the height. Just as she was deciding to climb back down, she heard a loud “crack” and she felt the branch she was standing on give way, taking her with it. She yelped and tried to jump back towards the tree, but she was too late, and the branch she was standing on, along with Sarah herself, broke free from the tree and fell towards the ground. Through sheer luck, her backpack got caught halfway down the hedge and left her dangling with her feet off the ground a good distance from the ground. After she recovered from the shock and looked down, she figured was stuck in the hedge with her backpack. Deciding she had no other choice but to abandon her cute, pink backpack she herself had embroidered with pretty flowers, she raised her arms and let herself slide out of her backpacks’ straps, towards the ground, and landing on both her feet. Looking up at her backpack hanging high up in the hedge, out of reach, she counted herself lucky she wasn’t injured. She felt a pang of sadness that she lost it, but decided that she could come back for it later. It hung safe out of sight from everyone outside the yard, and she reasoned that she could probably find something around the mansion to help her get it back when she was done exploring. Looking down at her light pink summer dress, she batted some leaves from it, seeing that her dress had survived the fall and was mostly undamaged, except for a small tear in her shoulder strap, but it did get a little dirty from the encounter. Checking her surroundings again, making sure that there was nobody around to spot her, she looked at the thick branch she took down with her and thought to herself how lucky she was, and that she probably shouldn’t be climbing any more trees, before letting her gaze fall upon the massive mansion, and venturing towards it. That is how she found herself lamenting her pretty shoes and she almost decided it wasn’t worth it, but her curiosity got the better of her and she kept walking. Her shoes were ruined now anyway. Now that she was getting close, she saw how beautiful, but old, the mansion was, it’s size looming over her even more than she could have imagined before. It seemed to be two stories high, built entirely out of large, beige bricks and with beautifully decorated windowsills. It looked old, but very well-maintained, without any visible damage or dirt. Whoever built this place, however long ago, must have been enormously rich, she thought to herself. She noted that the yard extended much further behind the building than the front, apparently being four or five times bigger than she expected, and counting herself lucky that she didn’t have to walk that far. She came upon the giant double doors that were the main entrance and was relieved to see that it was impossible to see her from the streets, and there wasn’t a single soul to be spotted in the windows either. She tried opening the doors, expecting them to be locked, but to her surprise, they opened easily. Pushing the left door open, the hinges creaked loudly, startling Sarah and causing her to jump back. She ducked and waited outside around the corner, scared of someone inside possibly having heard, but nothing seemed to happen. She waited a few moments more, but no one came to the front door, so she decided to take a quick peek inside. Entering the main hall, her mouth fell open in amazement. “Holy hell!” she accidentally exclaimed, forgetting she was trying to be sneaky. She slammed her hand to her mouth and hoped yet again no one had heard her. With her heartbeat racing, she looked around the large room, almost immediately forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to be here. She saw a main hall stretch on for a seemingly infinite distance, flanked by two staircases leading to next floor. The guard rails were decorated with marble and ornate shapes, looking like works of art belonging in a museum. Paintings taller than she was were hung on every wall, a chandelier with hundreds of precious stones glittered like the sun hung from the ceiling and she saw more doors than she was able to count down the hallway, upstairs and in the foyer. As she walked along the beautiful and thick red carpet, she noticed her shoes were tracking mud inside. Horrified, Sarah immediately took them off and threw them out the front door, on the steps leading up to it. The floor was a comfortable temperature for her feet, and she figured she wouldn’t need shoes inside anyway. It also had the added bonus of her footsteps being quiet as a cat with her socks on the thick carpet. She looked at the doors on either side of the room at the bottom of both staircases and decided to just have a quick look around, holding the believe there was no one inside to catch her sneaking around. She randomly decided on the door on her left, but when she was walking towards it, she felt a light breeze and heard a loud creaking echo around the spacious room. With a horrified expression, she looked back to see the front door slowly closing. She quickly sprinted towards it, but she was too late to stop it. It shut with a loud bang, just when she was able to grab the handle. In a slight panic, she pulled it with all her strength, but the door remained firmly shut. She looked for a way to unlock them but finding only a keyhole, with no key nearby. “What bad luck,” Sarah thought to herself, getting slightly anxious, “Very weird how it opened so easily before, but now is refusing to budge. Well, I guess I have to find another exit or a key now.” Slightly alarmed, but also a bit curious, she opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and walked through it. A long while later, Sarah had forgotten all about her fear of being discovered, sneaking around the foreign house. She was mostly just in awe at the size of every new room she found. Every room seemed much larger than it would have needed to be, and Sarah assumed that the owners must have very excessive taste. There was a kitchen, so large it could have twenty people working in it at the same time and would probably be able to serve ten times as many people. A dining room with a beautiful, ornate table which could fit everyone she knew. She found a library with hundreds of books, most in English, but some in exotic languages she couldn’t place, with a cozy reading nook. There were bathrooms, bedrooms, a tv room, storage room and even a room with a pool table. Most of the furniture was covered in a layer of dust, and everything looked like no one had been in there for years, but aside from that, everything seemed to be in pristine condition. What she didn’t find, however, and was starting to worry her just a small bit, was a door leading outside. The windows were not an option either, every single one was too high of the floor to reach or had thick, metal bars covering the outside. After losing count of how many rooms she had explored, and still seeing many doors she hadn’t tried yet, she happened to come upon the entrance hall again, mostly due to chance. The various hallways and huge rooms with multiple doors resulted in a very confusing building, making it very hard for Sarah to keep track of where she was. While she was in the foyer, she tried the front door again, but still no luck and she found her gaze exploring the stairway up, making her more and more curious what could be up there. Aware that she was even less likely to find an exit up there, she decided to and explore anyway. After walking through the seemingly endless corridors she found that many doors on this floor were locked, except for a few more bathrooms and a few bedrooms. She did notice, however, that it was starting to get dark outside, and Sarah thought she should go and find an exit soon. “Maybe there will be a fire escape?” she thought to herself, unsure if she believed herself at all. Deep inside she knew she was dying to see more of the beautiful mansion, and wanted to explore everything it had to offer. The next door she tried opened to reveal what seemed to be a large playroom, large even by the standards of this crazy huge house, filled with hundreds of toys, seemingly aimed a very young children or babies. Strangely, this room was completely clean, and no traces of dust could be found, unlike every other room she had discovered so far. Sarah entered the room and walked around in amazement. The first thing she came across was a row of dolls on standards, on a low shelf. The sizes of the dolls varied from 30 centimeters to some almost as tall as she was! They all had subtly different faces and different hair colors, but they all had kind expressions. “These must have cost a fortune!” Sarah mumbled to herself. They all had different outfits on too, ranging from nurses, teachers, yoga instructors and princesses, and they all seemed to have a mature, curvy shape, which caused Sarah to blush as she found herself staring. Quickly walking on, she found that the last doll in the line, one of the larger ones, strangely, and with the same proportions as the other ones, was dressed as a baby, including comically huge, thick, and pink diapers and an equally pink pacifier, covered in hearts, on a pink cord clipped to the light pink onesie it was wearing. She noticed that the onesie was the same shade of pink as the dress she was wearing, and when she compared it to the other dolls, she found that that particular doll was the only one with blonde hair, exactly the same color as her own. “What a coincidence!” She giggled to herself, walking on and not giving it much further thought. She would have loved to play with those when she was younger, she thought to herself, and secretly still a bit now. Sarah continued to explore the room. She found loads of different types of toys, that were, as most things in this house, much larger than she had seen them before. There was a rocking horse she could have fit on easily, and piles of stuffed animals, she even saw a few stuffed animals sitting against the wall which were bigger than she was, even in their current, sitting position! She couldn’t contain herself when she saw the largest stuffed animal was her favorite color. A giant pink bear with a large and friendly smile on its cute face, and a big heart on its belly. Despite Sarah knowing it wasn’t real, she felt it had a welcoming expression with its big, blue, comforting eyes. Even though she knew it was childish, she couldn’t stop herself, and jumped on his lap, folding her arms around it and giving it a big hug while burying her face in its soft fur. Despite Sarah being alone in a strangers’ house, cuddling with stuffed animals that didn’t belong to her, she felt completely safe, and she let herself totally relax. It even felt like the bear was hugging her back, but she knew that that was impossible, it was just a stuffed animal after all! When, after a long moment of hugging it with her eyes closed, she suddenly, felt the faintest of movements on her back, akin to something very large, very gently stroking her. She immediately opened her eyes and looked at her back, but she saw nothing except the arms of the bear on whose lap she was sitting, which were close to her, but not touching. She quickly got up, nervously looked around her and at the bear. Its expression remained exactly the same as before, but somehow looking at it now made her a bit uncomfortable, getting the eerie and weird sensation it could get up and grab her at any moment. She took a few steps backwards, but the bear remained exactly where it was, immobile. After staring at it for another while, she sighed, feeling like an idiot. “Of course the bear isn’t gonna move, it’s just a toy!” she said to herself, softly. Having calmed down a bit, she decided it would be best to leave this oversized playroom, thinking she should be heading home. When she entered the hallway, not being exactly sure from which way she came, she decided to check out one more room, just to satiate her curiosity. She picked a random direction to walk in and tried the first door she saw finding it, unfortunately, locked. She didn’t mind it much and walked on to try the next one, enjoying the feeling of the soft carpet on her feet. After trying a few doors that were locked, she came upon one that made her feel… weird. Sarah couldn’t exactly explain why, but she felt hesitant to open this particular door, even though it looked exactly the same as all the others, the hairs on the back of her neck standing upright as she approached it. She felt like she was just being a scaredy-cat and making a fuss out of nothing, so she soldiered on and grabbed the handle. It wasn’t locked, and opened easily, somehow almost disappointing Sarah. When she saw what was waiting behind the door, she loudly gasped. Before her was an explosion of pink, a room equally as big as the playroom she just visited, and almost everything was different shades of pink. It was obviously a nursery, Sarah thought, as it had a crib, changing table and other things you would need to take care of a baby. Just as the playroom, this room seemed spotless and very well-maintained and a sweet, almost homely smell seemed to hang in the air. Upon realizing that this room looked spotless and very much in use, Sarah quickly checked the crib again to make sure it wasn’t occupied, which, fortunately, it wasn’t. She slowly walked around the room, taking in the sights and being fascinated by the color palette. Everything was a shade of soft pink, and as she looked down at her dress she giggled and figured she would fit right in. What stood out to her as she approached the crib was just how big it was, it was easily the size of a double bed, and the bars were taller than she was. Fascinated, she continued to check the changing table, which was large enough for her to comfortably lie down on. “Just how tall are the owners of this house?” she wondered to herself. Like all the other rooms so far, this one seemed to be unnecessarily big, just as everything in it. She looked around the room and saw a large chest, a small cupboard with drawers, a large, mesh playpen that came up to her head with an open door, various pink cupboards, and a door. She got curious about the door and approached it, wondering what would lie beyond. When she opened it, she was amazed yet again, at the size of this room, which seemed to merely function as a wardrobe. She figured it was bigger than her living room! Uncountable pieces of clothing of all kinds were neatly hung on hangers, and a lot of it was very pink, and very frilly with many, many ruffles. She looked around in awe, thinking that it seemed to be perfect for a cute girl who would live in this nursery. She randomly grabbed an article of clothing, which turned out to be an adorable princess dress which any little girl would love to wear, bright pink with poofy shoulders and lots of glitter. Although strangely, when she held it up to her own body, it didn’t seem to be sized for a little girl, but it looked like it would perfectly fit herself, although the skirt of it was rather short. She shuddered and quickly hung it back, this dress would be too much even for her and her love of pink, and she left the closet without investigating any further. She was starting to get a bit freaked out by the scale of everything in this house and decided to leave this oversized nursery. She walked towards the door and looked back one last time, wondering who could possibly have lived here and how long ago, and having a strange affection for sheer amount of pink in this room. She grabbed the doorhandle and pulled. She almost walked face-first in the door when it refused to budge. Surprised, she tried pulling again, but the door refused any amount of movement yet again. Starting to get frustrated, she tried pushing, pulling and slamming on it with all her strength, but the door might as well have been a concrete wall for the lack of effect her efforts seemed to have on it. Starting to get desperate, she shouted for help, but no response seemed to come. Her breathing growing more and more panicked, she looked for a way out, but she only saw windows with bars on the outside, which were too high to reach anyway, and the door leading to the closet. After trying the door for what seemed like an eternity, Sarah came to the conclusion that she was well and truly stuck. “Well, fuck.” She dryly said. Worst of all, she started to feel the need to pee. 10
DiaperArt Posted January 26 Author Posted January 26 Chapter 2: Getting desperate, Sarah was frantically pacing around the nursery. Her need to pee having grown a lot, she no longer appreciated the pretty pink colors around her, and could only focus on trying to get out of this room. The door still refused to cooperate, and the window was a lost cause, so deep down Sarah knew she was very stuck here. There were a few small toys on the floor and in the playpen, but nothing that would occupy her adult mind and distract her from her growing distress. “Damn it!” she said to herself, “Why did I have to go an explore this crazy, abandoned house by myself?!”. She anxiously went looking for something to open the door with, anything, like a key or a crowbar, but her search efforts were in vain. When she came upon the changing table, and trying to ignore her bladder, she desperately emptied all the shelves containing diapers, throwing them on the ground. There were wipes and a bottle of baby powder on top, but nothing that could help her escape. What she did find gave Sarah a desperate idea, though. She looked at the folded up shapes which were now scattered across the floor and thought of a solution that could help her with her most immediate problem. Her aching bladder that was ready to burst convinced her to grab one of the diapers she had flung across the room, and she saw that it was, very unsurprisingly, also pink, just like everything else in this room. Not in the mood to appreciate this any longer, Sarah unfolded the diaper. Much to her surprise, again, the diaper was much bigger than any she had ever seen in her life. “A recurring trend…” Sarah thought, hardly amused by her own train of thought on the oversized nature of many things in this house. Still debating if she was actually going to do this, but pushed by desperation and lacking any other options, she folded open the massive and thick diaper and placed it on the ground. She removed her underwear, squatted over the diaper, and tried to pee. Despite having to go very badly, it took a lot of effort for Sarah to relax enough to release her hold on her bladder, her body refusing because of awkwardness of her position. Finally, after a lot of effort and with a huge sigh, she managed to open the floodgates and, with an embarrassing amount of noise, a stream of urine crackled upon the soft surface of the diaper. She had to go quite badly, but the garment seemed to have no problem with it and greedily absorbed every drop. Her actions were making her feel incredibly childish, even though she was not even actually wearing the childish absorbent garment. Despite this, she was relieved too, instantly feeling better when her bladder was empty. An advantage to the bigger-than-normal diaper was that it seemed to have no trouble absorbing all her pee, and it had been quite easy for her to aim. When she was finally done, she threw the soaked garment aside, subconsciously noticing that it could probably hold a lot more, before putting on her own underwear again. After being stuck in this pink nightmare of a nursery for what felt like days (although she knew it was only a few hours), Sarah felt like she was going insane. Having to degrade herself by peeing on a diaper, she still felt lucky she didn’t actually have to wear one, the mere thought giving her the chills. Even so, with escape being no more of a realistic option than before, she felt herself growing thirsty. Thinking back to her water bottle that was currently in her backpack that she was forced to abandon in the yard, she sighed with annoyance. If only she would have her backpack, she could have drank some water and used her phone to call someone, although she thought it would be quite hard to explain how she broke into someone’s house and got stuck in a nursery. Trying to take her mind of that fact, Sarah started looking around the room for anything to satisfy her thirst, finding no taps or water sources of any kind. She started opening a few cupboards, when she found out one of them was actually a fridge. Excitedly, she started searching for anything to drink, but she was disappointed to find out there were only baby bottles in there, containing an opaque, white and slightly thick liquid. Getting quite frustrated at all the baby-related items, she noticed that they were very large, probably so big they contained more than a liter or two, and the nipples on top looked like they would fill Sarah’s entire mouth. Because she was very thirsty, and these were the only drinks present in the room, she grabbed one of the bottles, while angrily slamming the door of the fridge shut. She tried to screw off the top of bottle, but it seemed to be completely stuck. No matter what she tried, she was unable to get it open. With a frustrated howl, she threw the bottle across the room, where it bounced across the soft carpet and gently rolled until it hit the wall. Plopping her butt on the floor and crossing her arms with an exasperated sigh, hating the fact that she had been defeated by a baby bottle. Realizing how she must look like a petulant child, sitting moodily on the floor with a scowl on her face, the irony was not lost on her that she probably looked quite appropriate in her current setting. Her thirst growing too much to ignore, she slowly walked up to it the bottle she had thrown in her tantrum, and unsuccessfully tried to open it one last time. Feeling defeated by a combination of a baby bottle and her own thirst, she sat down, put the oversized nipple in her mouth, lifted the large bottle up with both hands and started sucking on it. Sarah had prepared herself for an awful taste, not being a particularly big fan of milk, but when the first drops hit her tongue, she was amazed by how great the taste actually was. She was sure this was the best tasting drink she had ever tried in her whole life! She tried to suck it down as quickly as she could, completely overwhelmed by the wave of flavor the drink offered. It was not unlike milk, quite thick, yet it was sweet, but not too sweet, and had a complexity and richness of flavors she had trouble describing. Drinking from the large rubber nipple started much slower than she would have liked, thirstily trying to suck at it, until she managed to get into a rhythm that allowed her to drain the bottle at a fast rate. Despite being quite embarrassed at drinking in such an infantile way, she had to quench her thirst somehow, she reasoned to herself. Despite the absurdity of her, a grown woman, drinking from this oversized bottle apparently meant for babies, the richness of the drink combined with her rhythmic nursing of the large silicone nipple felt pleasant and oddly relaxing. Sarah allowed herself to lie down on her back and close her eyes while she kept drinking. She continued sucking at the oversized nipple in her mouth in a haze, until suddenly she was sucking in nothing but air, and she realized she had somehow emptied the entire gigantic bottle, in what felt like no time all. Sarah was shocked and a little embarrassed that she had apparently drunk so much of an unknown liquid in such a short time and mostly that she seemed to be enjoying it so much. “Is there something wrong with me?” she thought, “No, I was just really thirsty, and this weird drink was just too tasty!” she told herself, without much conviction. Quickly sitting up, she was very glad no one was there to see her acting so much like a baby, while trying to ignore the fact how well her behavior suited the room she was currently in. Her thirst was now satisfied, but Sarah was still very much trapped in this nursery. She looked out the high windows and saw that the sun had set, indicating that it was much too late to be in this foreign house by herself. Now that it was getting much darker the atmosphere became a bit creepier, and the house almost started to feel haunted to Sarah. She was glad for the small cozy lights that were on the walls, bathing the room in a soft brightness, casting gentle shadows on the floor and walls. Sarah started to very bored and frustrated, still being trapped in his room meant for babies, alone, and felt like she could start crying. But, she reasoned, feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t help her. Besides, she did this to herself and had no one to blame for getting stuck here but herself. “If I got myself in this mess, I can also get myself out” she mused. Wandering around the nursery because she had nothing better to do, Sarah felt herself growing slightly sick of the overabundance of pink everywhere, starting to regret her decision this morning to wear a dress which was also pink. She walked up to the closet door again and opened it, hoping to find something inside to at least distract herself with. She was still amazed at the dozens of outfits in there as she walked past them, gently brushing her hand along them. There were seemingly endless amounts of dresses, shirts, short frilly skirts, and onesies. All of them, of course, various shades of pink, and also, somewhat worryingly, all of them seemed to be able to fit her. The clothes seemed to all be in her size, and her own dress, the one she was currently wearing, wouldn’t have stood out among this collection, although those skirts and dresses were awfully short and much frillier. “If I would wear any of these skirt or dresses, I bet you could easily see my underwear.” She thought to herself. While walking past the explosion of pink frilliness, she suddenly felt that the strap of her dress got caught on something, and while turning to look at what it was, she heard a loud rip. Her eyes grew wide as her dress came off her shoulders and fell to the floor in a useless heap. “No, no, no! How clumsy am I?!” she shouted at herself. Sarah tried to cover her underwear with her hands, even though no one was there to see, not wanting to be in just her bra and panties in a strangers’ house. She picked up her dress to assess the damage and see if she could save it, but she found that, without the now ruined strap, there was no way it was staying on her body. She looked around, but weirdly couldn’t find anything her dress could have gotten caught on, frowning as she wondered how this could have possibly happened. With a deep sigh, she discarded her dress on the floor and realized she had very little choice on what to do next, if she wanted to no longer be almost naked. Sarah glanced at the hanging clothes closest to her and tried to pick the least embarrassing thing she could wear. She discarded the dresses as an idea, not wanting her underwear to be on display if someone saw her, in this house or on her way home. “So” she reasoned, “I guess my only real choice is a onesie…” Hating the babyish choices this nursery seemed to force on her, she grabbed the closest onesie she saw, took it of the hanger and looked at it. It was, of course, pink, it had short sleeves, was covered in cupcakes, and had the words Lil’ muffin across the chest in purple, in a cute, cursive font. In any other situation she would have thought it was adorable, but now that she was basically forced to wear it, the only thing it made her feel was embarrassment. The temperature in this room wasn’t too cold, but in her semi-nude state she had started shivering a bit. She quickly took the childish garment off the hook and pulled it over her head, before she had time to change her mind. The fabric was thick and soft, and wearing it instantly warmed her up. Kicking her now useless dress aside, she began walking back out of the closet, but she noticed that the buttons on the flaps on the front and back of her new garment scratched the inside of her legs uncomfortably when she walked. She had left them undone intentionally, fearing that properly wearing the outfit designed for people that wore diapers would make her look even more childish, but quickly relented. She grabbed the back flap and noticed there were three rows of purple ruffles across the butt of the onesie she hadn’t spotted before. If she had seen that initially she would have picked another one to wear, but she ultimately decided it didn’t matter that much and continued to click all the buttons between her legs together. Now that she was wearing it as intended, the onesie was more comfortable, as the fabric was stretchy and soft, although a bit roomy around her butt. Sarah shivered, knowing exactly why that was the case. While walking out the closet, she caught her reflection in the mirror that hung on the door. She did look very cute in this onesie, Sarah thought, but she wouldn’t want anyone to catch her wearing it. She was thankful, yet again, that she seemed to be the only living soul in this entire house. 14
DiaperArt Posted January 30 Author Posted January 30 Hi everyone, thanks for reading my first ever story! This chapter is a bit shorter, but I think the action is slowly picking up. Any comments, feedback or critiques are welcome. Please let me know if you're enjoying it Thanks! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 It was now properly dark outside, and Sarah found herself growing quite tired. She still hadn’t been able to open the door leading out of the nursery, a room she was growing more familiar with than she ever would have liked. She already surmised there would only be a single comfortable place for her to sleep, and she wasn’t looking forward to that. The carpet was soft, but not comfortable enough to lie down on, and although the changing table was large, she was scared she might roll off it in her sleep and hurt herself, as it was quite tall. This left her with only a single option; the large, pink crib which loomed over her even from all the way across the room. Feeling very uncomfortable about the prospect of having to sleep in such an infantile place in a strange house, especially considering how she was currently dressed, she decided to look around the room just a bit more, still hoping she would find something to help her open the door and escape. She also figured there would be fewer people that would see her in this embarrassing outfit if she managed to get out now and walked home in the dark. She couldn’t find anything useful in the cupboards was looking in, when she opened the fridge again by accident, having forgotten it was there. Sarah spotted the bottles containing the mysterious drink and remembered how tasty the last one she drank had been. A temptation suddenly came over Sarah, she felt that the bottles looked very inviting, almost as if they were waiting for her to drink them. Her stomach started rumbling at the sight of them, and she felt that her throat was actually quite parched suddenly, as her mouth subconsciously started to water at the sight of them. Unable to put out of her mind how good that last bottle she drank was, Sarah felt compelled to experience that wonderful taste again. She debated very briefly but could not resist the temptation for long and grabbed the closest one. She glanced at the bottle and noted that this one was decorated with pictures of cute farm animals, and was equally as large as the previous one had been. She told herself she didn’t have to finish the entire thing, as she still remembered how embarrassing her last ‘bathroom’ break had been, because a bottle this large would inevitably cause her to need to go again soon. Staring at the bottle and hoping this one would taste just as good, she lifted it up, stuck the nipple in her mouth and started nursing. She was not disappointed when she started drinking, as the liquid tasted just as good as the last time, maybe even better. Her reflexes instantly kicked in and she started nursing and drinking quickly, again lost in the incredible and mysterious flavors of the drink. Feeling herself relax, just like the previous time, she hardly noticed herself slowly sinking to the floor and sitting down on her butt. She was oblivious to the fact that she had started to lie down on her back as she kept on nursing the silicone bulb, so entranced was she by the flavors. She had drunk the entire thing without stopping for so much as a second and only realized that fact when she suddenly found herself nursing only on air. Sarah was flabbergasted at the fact that she had drank the entire bottle already, feeling as though no time had passed at all. Her stomach felt full and a bit bloated, but she did feel fuzzy and warm on the inside as a result of the drink and her satisfied stomach. Having grown even more tired from drinking so much, Sarah knew there was not much left she could do, accepted her fate, and decided it was time to go to sleep. While walking towards the crib she came past the changing table, which was positioned next to it, and she noticed a large, pink pacifier on one of the shelves. She saw that its bulbous, silicon nipple looked a lot like the ones on the bottles, and when she noticed that she felt compelled to pick it up. Turning it over in her hands, Sarah inspected the pink shield and saw it had small hearts dotted all over it, and in her sleepy state thought that it was kind of cute. She turned it over again, and when she saw the big, translucent nipple, she unexpectedly felt the compulsion to put it in her mouth. Sarah didn’t understand why, if it was perhaps caused by her tired state or her associating the silicon teat with the addicting drink from just before, but without second thought she greedily put the pacifier in her mouth. She immediately noticed it that the nipple was a bit larger than the ones on the bottles had been and it almost completely filled her mouth but having it in there was very comforting. When she experimentally gave it a suck, she was surprised at how immediately soothing it felt, almost instantly getting so sleepy she had trouble keeping her eyes open. Sarah thought she should quickly make her way to the crib, before she would fall asleep on the spot. She did feel a bit embarrassed that she was suckling on a pacifier like a baby and that it seemed to have such a comforting effect on her, but her tiredness didn’t allow her thoughts to dwell on it for long. She almost felt like the nipple was growing a bit while she was sucking on it but knew that was impossible and blamed that on her sleepiness as well. When she stood next to the crib, she hardly hesitated before climbing in it, crawling under the blankets and putting her head on the pillows. The last thing she noticed was how comfortable the mattress was, even though it seemed to crinkle slightly, before she fell into a deep sleep, while the large, cute, pink pacifier gently bobbed up and down in her mouth. Sarah woke up feeling disoriented. She looked around the darkened room, saw bars all around her and slightly panicked, before she realized where she was. “Damn it” she thought “I hoped it had all been a bad dream.” But she was still very much in the oversized nursery. She felt a twinge in her bladder and realized that she had to pee, very badly, which had probably been what had woken her up. “I knew I shouldn’t have drunk that second enormous bottle.” She tried to say, before realizing she still had the pacifier in her mouth and she had been sucking on it the entire time, her chin now a covered in a bit of drool. Embarrassed, she tried to spit it out but found that the nipple was too massive and was stuck behind her teeth, so she had to use her hands to drag it out of her mouth. It exited her mouth with a wet plop and a small trail of saliva, before she threw it somewhere on the mattress. Her bladder alerted Sarah to its presence once again, and she figured she would just get out of the crib to pee on a diaper again. But when she went to leave the giant pink crib, her eyes grew wide as she noticed that the side that she used to enter it was now fully up. She immediately shot up and tried to lower it, but it wouldn’t budge in any way. Frustrated, she searched for a lock anywhere, but if there was one, she was unable to locate it. Her search growing more and more frantic with the increasing pressure on her bladder, she looked to the other sides of the crib but found she was equally unsuccessful in opening any of the other sides either. The bars were too thick and made of solid wood, and even when she was standing on the tips of her toes she couldn’t reach the top. Sarah had to pee so badly she was afraid she would go right then and there and be stuck in this crib in a puddle of her own pee. Feeling desperately trapped, she almost started crying in frustration as the cute and comfortable crib started to feel more like a suffocating and oppressive cage. When she looked outside the bars at anything she might be able to reach, the only thing she saw within her grasp was a folded-up diaper, one she had previously thrown on the ground while searching the changing table. Just like the one she had previously used, this one was thick and pink. Her bladder ready to burst and running out of options, she pressed her face and shoulder against the bars of her prison. She stuck her arm out and tried to reach the diaper, her last resort before she would pee all over herself and the mattress she couldn’t escape from. When she stretched her arm out to the limit, she was just finally able to reach it, just barely, as she pinched the waistband of the waiting diaper between her index and middle finger and drug it towards herself. Now within reach, she grabbed the disposable underwear and pulled it between the bars, into the crib. Having no more time to waste, she franticly undid the buttons of the onesie she was wearing and tore of her underwear. While folding open the diaper a tiny bit of pee escaped her, creating a tiny wet spot on the side of the mattress, increasing her haste in squatting over the thirsty piece of padding. With a huge sigh she easily relieved herself, just like before, the size of the diaper making it easy to aim, and the rest of her pee ended up being absorbed by the white interior of the garment. She felt it took ages before she was finally empty, and remained squatting until she was sure the diaper had absorbed it all. After her embarrassing act, Sarah carefully grabbed the diaper, put the edges together, and dropped it outside of the crib on the floor, not wanting the sodden garment anywhere close to her. The whole stressful ordeal left her tired and moody, and not bothering to look for her own underwear she quickly crawled under the blankets, put her head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, where she noticed a large baby mobile hanging above the crib that she hadn’t noticed before. It was gently spinning, its unicorns and hearts lazily following it along on their strings, and a very soft and gentle tune seemed to be emanating from it. Sarah thought it was strange how she hadn’t noticed that earlier but figured it just hadn’t been moving and playing music before. She figured that it must be on an automatic timer or something like that. The lullaby felt soothing to her as she turned to her side and closed her eyes, and she almost immediately dozed off again, hoping the crib would somehow, magically be open again in the morning. Before she fell asleep fully her thoughts briefly dwelled on the pacifier located somewhere in the crib, which had had such a soothing influence on her, her mouth now feeling strangely empty now without it. 11
DiaperArt Posted February 1 Author Posted February 1 I've been writing quickly the last couple of days, so here's the next chapter already! The pace is picking up quickly, I think. Thanks everyone for reading and commenting, it is much appreciated and gives me a lot of motivation. I posted another story on this board too, although it is very different from this one, but check it out if you feel like it. Thanks, and enjoy -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4 Sarah woke up in the morning feeling immensely refreshed. She opened her eyes and looked around, scowling as soon as she remembered where she was. She quickly looked at the side of the crib and was delighted to see it was now, somehow, open again, having noticed nothing while she was asleep. She sat on the edge of her bed and felt optimistic. “I have spent far too long in this room already, I’m sure I’ll find my way out now that I’m well-rested.” Sarah mused to herself. She looked down at her attire and noticed the buttons of her onesie were still open, and she clicked them all together. Immediately, Sarah realized that, now that her lady bits weren’t protected by any kind of underwear, that the buttons were very uncomfortably, being tightly pulled against her by the elastic garment. She quickly started searching in the crib for the pair of underwear she discarded in the dark to alleviate this problem. She searched for a long time, but was somehow unable to find them, searching every nook and cranny. She even looked beside the crib to see if they had fallen out between the bars, but her panties were nowhere to be found. She only found the pink pacifier, which still held an inexplicable allure for Sarah, the urge to stick it in her mouth and start sucking again flaring up in her brain. She knew it was weird she felt this way at all, she shouldn’t want to be sucking a pacifier at her age, but the thought of how comforting it had been remained stuck in her mind. She quickly put it back on the changing table before her weird urges got the better of her. Lamenting her lost underwear, Sarah realized that her bra was the only piece of her own clothing she still had left since entering this house, a thought which kind of unnerved her. It was as if this house or this room was somehow trying to get her to lose her own clothes and replace it with this babyish attire. Sarah shuddered at these thoughts, and figured she was letting her fantasy get the better of her. She resolutely decided to investigate the closet yet again to look if another pair of panties could be found there, but deep down she knew that this was very unlikely. After a quick check in the wardrobe, her fears were proven right, and she came to the alarming conclusion that there would only be one kind of underwear she would find in this room. “I’m sure as hell not really going to wear those!” Sarah told herself with, already feeling her conviction waver. As she walked towards the changing table, she glanced at the playpen, but decided she didn’t want to go look in there, as she figured there were only a couple of toys in there and nothing of use. She saw some large shapes through the partially translucent mesh, but decided against investigating in there, partially because she was afraid the door might close and lock her in, just like the crib had done at night. Continuing towards the changing table, Sarah hesitantly reached out a hand towards one of the many remaining pink rectangles on the floor and picked it up. Glancing at the two she had used as a toilet earlier, she had to admit that she had gotten a little bit curious how it would feel to properly wear one, but not so much that she was looking forward to actually finding out. Her lady bits had started aching because of the buttons held tight against them, and she understood she didn’t have much of a choice. Wearing one of those short dresses that were available in the wardrobe would leave her naked in the most important places, and replacing this onesie with another one wouldn’t solve her problem either. Still holding the diaper in her hand, she reluctantly accepted her fate. Sarah placed the absorbent underwear on the soft changing table and unfolded it. Then, she opened the buttons between her legs and looked at the waiting diaper. “Soon to be MY diaper”, she bitterly thought, and wondered if she was really going to go through with this. It was large and thick, looking even larger than the previous ones now that she knew she was going to properly put it on. She heaved herself on the table and placed her butt on the eager, thirsty padding. She saw some baby powder next to her and figured she might as well put it on, remembering from her babysitting gigs years ago that it was supposed to help against chafing. She dusted herself liberally with the white powder, taking in the sweet and subtle smell, and rubbed it in everywhere she thought it might help. “Here goes nothing…” Sarah said to herself with a quiet voice, before pulling up the front of the diaper, over her crotch, positioning it so that it was symmetrically on her. She realized that this was a completely crazy situation. “I’m left with basically no choice but to put myself in this huge diaper, in a strangers’ house. I never expected when I went exploring, or ever in my life for that matter.” She grabbed the lower tapes and tightly stuck them to the front of the diaper, before following it up with the top two. Sitting up, she was actually kind of strangely proud of how good a job she appeared to have done. Sarah started moving her butt around a bit, to test how her unusual underwear felt. She jumped off the table, took a few tentative steps and was surprised at how comfortable her new garment actually was. It was very noticeable to Sarah, sure. With every step the big, thick and pink plastic garment made itself known, but it was also warm and soft. It gave her a cozy feeling, like she was being protected, which she had absolutely not expected. After admiring the tape job she did, she buttoned up the loose flaps of the onesie. She had expected this to make it too tight, but it easily stretched over her enlarged butt, and the onesie was as comfortable as ever. “As if it was made for this” she sarcastically joked to herself. “Now that I have this humiliation out of the way, I guess I’ll have another bottle to make me feel better. I’m getting kind of thirsty anyway.” Sarah thought, not completely realizing how normal drinking from a baby bottle was starting to become for her. Walking towards the fridge, Sarah did notice she had to waddle a bit to accommodate the new bulk between her legs, but she didn’t mind it very much. Arriving at the fridge yet another time, her diaper happily crinkling the entire way, Sarah opened the fridge and eagerly grabbed another bottle. She was looking forward to drinking another one more than she cared to admit. She sat down, her diaper providing extra cushioning, and she started sucking on the large nipple. Almost immediately the comforting haze came over her again, she fully relaxed as she slumped down on her back, her worries about still being a prisoner of the nursery pushed completely to the back of her mind while nursing on the sweet elixir. Like before, Sarah had finished the bottle very quickly, and she was surprised at herself that she was sort of disappointed that it was empty already. She briefly considered drinking another one, but her belly was quite full, so she decided against it. Still sitting on her diapered behind, Sarah groggily looked around the room, wondering what she should do now. She realized there wasn’t much she really could do, the door still refused to budge and the wardrobe providing nothing for her. The playpen was an unexplored option, but she was afraid that the door would close if she went in there, trapping her just like the crib had done. That left only one more thing for her to distract herself with, or potentially find something to open the door with. The large, pink, wooden chest that was located against the wall. Virtually the only unexplored piece of furniture in the room, Sarah got curious about the chest, partly due to boredom and partly due to the slim hope she had that maybe the key to leaving this room was in there. She started walking up to it, noticing how her diaper noisily crinkled, and she was glad that no one could see or hear her now. She must look absolutely immature, she thought to herself, glancing down at her cute onesie and the thick diaper poking out the leg holes. Looking for something to distract herself from this mental image, she started lifting the large lid of the chest. The hinges of the chest creaked loudly while Sarah opened it, before revealing the insides. Sarah immediately saw that it was filled to the brim with stuffed animals and toys off all shapes and sizes. With a groan, she realized that, even if there would be a key in there, it would take an incredibly long time to find, full as the chest was. She picked up the closest toy, a large, colorful rattle that would probably only amuse the youngest children. She gave it a small shake before discarding it on the floor. The next thing she grabbed was a toy keyring, which failed to amuse Sarah equally as much. She pulled out blocks, stacking toys, teething rings, teddy bears and other plush animals and toys and put them all on the floor next to the chest. There seemed to be no end to the number of things in the chest, almost as if it was much larger on the inside, but that was probably just the frustration getting to Sarah. She wanted to find the bottom of the chest, getting more and more desperately hopeful she would find a key beneath the mountain of toys. Getting annoyed with her slow progress, she started sticking her hands deep in the chest, scooping entire armfuls of toys out at once. Scooping out a couple of armfuls of toys, the mountain of stuff next to the chest rapidly started to grow in size, and Sarah was convinced she saw the bottom of the chest. “One more scoop and I can search for a key!” she told herself happily, still harboring hope that a key which would solve all of her problems had to be in there. She stuck her arms in the pile all the way up to her armpits, when she felt something tight around both of her hands, not moving away from her while she pushed. Her forward momentum into the tightness forced her hands into fists, and Sarah quizzically pulled her hands back out to take look at them, while the tightness surrounded and followed her hands. When her hands came out of the pile and she gazed at them, she didn’t understand what she was looking at initially. Big, round, thick, and pink fingerless mittens of some kind surrounded her hands, causing her to be unable to open her fists. She tried to grab the left mitten with her right hand, but she couldn’t use her fingers to get a grip on it. Getting a bit alarmed, she tried to pull them off with her teeth, but they remained firmly and tightly stuck around her wrists. Breathing heavily and starting to panic, Sarah tried using her feet to remove the mittens, then to catch them on the edge of the chest, but nothing worked. Frantically, she tried to search everywhere for something sharp to cut them, but there was nothing in the chest or any of the cupboards. This increase in hopelessness was the last drop for Sarah, having never felt so frustrated and helpless in her entire life. For the first time since entering this cursed nursery, she planted herself on her butt, her diaper seemingly mocking her with a loud crinkle, and she actually started cry. After a feeling sorry for herself a while, Sarah started to calm down a bit again. Then, however, the realization of how much of an impediment the mittens actually were came over her, when Sarah’s bladder made her aware that she would need to pee, and soon. She immediately tried opening the buttons of her onesie, but she couldn’t undo any of them, the mittens much too thick to allow her to grasp anything so small. She couldn’t get them inside the fabric of the onesie either, no matter how long she wrestled with her garment. With despair, Sarah realized that, if she couldn’t even open her onesie, opening the four tapes on her diaper would be even more of an impossible task. “My diaper…” She bitterly thought. “I guess that must be true if I can’t even remove it to”. This realization hit her with overwhelming force, hardly being able to fathom that she would be stuck in a wet diaper when she inevitably couldn’t hold her bladder anymore. This caused her to renew her struggles with the entrapping garments again, but after a long while and having tired herself out with her struggling, Sarah realized with a howl of frustration that she was completely trapped in her clothes. The mittens ensured she couldn’t remove her onesie, which in turn made it impossible to even reach the diaper underneath, let alone remove it. She looked down at her babyish attire and felt like it was mocking her. The irony not being lost on Sarah that she had put herself in these clothes, but was she was now completely unable to take those clothes off again because of those damn mittens. She inspected them closely, identifying some sort of locking mechanism around her wrist. She figured that she would be able to open the locks if her fingers were free, but the state of her hands making her unable to test this. Sarah felt completely miserable, her current helpless state gave her very little hope of ever escaping this nursery, on top of her urgent need to pee. Refusing to give in, she looked at the toys scattered on the floor around the chest, hoping to find anything to take her mind of her aching bladder. She sat on the ground and tried to pick up anything, but even that was proving a very difficult task with her newly acquired mittens. She could pick up a rattle if she used both hands, but the simple toy couldn’t distract her from her bladder which had started to hurt. With tears in her eyes, she resigned herself to her fate, arguing with herself that a wet diaper would probably not be as bad as a hurting bladder. She sat up on her knees and tried to pee, but her body, despite having to go worse than she ever had to before, refused to let go. Feeling the thick diaper pressed up against her felt so unnatural that her potty training refused to give in. “I’ll imagine I’m sitting on a toilet, and that there’s not a diaper strapped to me right now.” Sarah thought to herself, trying to will her body to go. Suddenly, with an audible gasp escaping her mouth, it started working and she felt a small trickle of pee enter her diaper. With a deep sigh of relief, Sarah managed to relax more, and the small trickle turned into a steady stream, the thick diaper apparently having no problem with absorbing so rapidly. Sarah started to lightly panic that the diaper wouldn’t be able to handle this much and start to leak, so she tried to stop peeing, but now that she was finally going, there seemed to be no stopping it. Her bladder seemed too eager to relieve itself now that it finally got the chance. After what felt like multiple minutes of continuous peeing, and her sitting there frozen, Sarah felt the stream slowing down into a trickle, before completely stopping. Nervously she glanced at herself, expecting to be sitting in a puddle, but to her surprise the diaper had managed to absorb it all easily, but it had grown noticeably. She stood up on her feet and experimentally poked at the diaper with one of her mittens and was surprised at how thick her diaper had become. It was squishy and warm and had seemingly doubled in thickness, but still felt dry in many spots and looked like it could hold much more before it would be saturated. “These diapers can hold ludicrous amounts.” Sarah thought to herself, counting herself weirdly lucky for that, as she seemed to be stuck in it for an indeterminable amount of time. Thinking about her unfortunate and illogical situation, Sarah started to grow wary of this room and the entire house. Much of her situation was caused by what appeared to be coincidences and bad luck, but these mittens getting on her hands and locking like that made that hard to believe. That, particularly, felt like a trap somehow. Sarah didn’t understand how or why, but she felt like everything that had happened to her must have been caused by someone or something. Something that was trying to trap her in a nursery, and keep her in clothes befitting someone who would occupy a such a room. 9
mushy bottom Posted February 1 Posted February 1 Great chapter. Nice slow build, which is what a good horror story needs.
DiaperArt Posted February 1 Author Posted February 1 Funny that you would call it a horror story, I never think of it that way. I guess you're right, though, that's technically what it is, especially to people who aren't into this. Thanks for your comments, btw!
Babypants Posted February 1 Posted February 1 Interesting story because we're well into it and still have no idea what's going on, and because the girl's actions don't make much sense. Once she knew she was trapped, why didn't she ransack the chest along with any other furniture in the room? Why wait? Of course, I expect that the mittens would have just laid there, as mittens normally do, if she wasn't in a diaper and onesie. Still, I'm looking forward to learning how the mittens crawled onto her hands and locked themselves. Occam's razor dictates that she did this to herself, which makes me wonder whether she is being fed an aerosol cocktail of hallucinogenic and other chemicals. Neat mystery story. 1
DiaperArt Posted February 9 Author Posted February 9 Thanks for you interest in this story! I guess she didn't expect anything useful to be in a toy chest, that's why she didn't check there immediately. I did intend for there to be a bit of mystery and not explain everything immediately, so I'm glad that that's working. Let me just say there aren't any aerosols involved Chapter 5 Still not having grown used to the wet and squishy bulk between her legs, Sarah noticed the diaper gave her a more pronounced waddle when she walked around, now that it was partially soaked. On top of that, her pee had started to cool down a bit, so wearing it became increasingly more uncomfortable for her. She felt ridiculous, being stuck in this nursery and a wet diaper, not even being able to change herself because of the mittens. She expected that she looked incredibly infantile and avoided eye contact with the mirror. Despite her awkward and embarrassing situation, and the creeping feeling that this house was haunted somehow, her boredom got the better of her again. Remembering she hadn’t explored the insides of the toy chest completely yet, she thought that might be wise to do next. Having grown thirsty and hungry yet again, she decided to stop by the fridge first and grab herself another bottle. Sarah expected that the tasty drink would improve her mood, having very little else to look forward to in this nursery. Coming up to the fridge, accompanied by loud crinkles, she saw that it was difficult to open with her hands encased in mittens, and she needed both hands to open the door. She threw the door open, and held it open with her bum, producing a squelching sound when it hit her diaper. Grumbling, Sarah figured she would need both her hands now to grab a bottle. She successfully grabbed one, although it took some concentration to safely hold it in her mittened hands and took it out of the fridge. When she stepped away and allowed the door to close, she wondered if the number of bottles in the fridge had actually decreased, as the fridge appeared equally as full as before. Unable to open the fridge door while needing both her hands to carry the bottle, she decided to investigate that mystery later. Sarah half-waddled to the chest, where she sat down on the ground with a wet squelch, which reminded her again about the current state of her diaper. Using her elbows to lean back on the floor, she put her head on a cute stuffed elephant toy and stuck the nipple in her mouth and began sucking. This immediately calmed her down, before the drink even reached her mouth, and again brought her into a hazy state when it did. Drinking this way started to feel natural to Sarah, and despite the immature nature of her behavior, she was enjoying herself immensely. Blinking in confusion, she came to herself an unknown amount of time later, and she noticed she was sucking on an empty bottle. Confused as to when she had emptied it, she sat up, plopped the bottle of out her mouth and put in on the ground next to her. Sarah felt immensely satisfied, faintly taking notice of the fact that that every subsequent bottle she drank seemingly had a stronger effect on her. Sarah sat up, still feeling hazy and out of it, noticing she felt really content and not really questioning why. With a silly grin on her face, Sarah looked over the toys and stuffed animals scattered about her, and she vaguely remembered that she was planning to do something. She used both hands to pick up the elephant, and she noticed that looking at the cute, pink animal filled her with joy. She gave it a big hug and used both hands to hop it across the floor in front of her. She then looked into the chest and saw even more plush objects, and her heart jumped with joy. One by one, she took them out, throwing them on the floor, and if she liked one especially much she gave it a kiss or a hug. Sarah had no idea how long she sat there, playing with stuffed animals, when she gradually woke up from her haze. Blinking confusedly, she looked down at herself and saw that she was holding a plush octopus. Suddenly embarrassed, she realized she had been playing with toys for god knows how long, while she had been planning to just search the chest. She did feel a bit tired, although, looking outside, she concluded that it couldn’t have been that late. “Those bottles have a strange effect on me” Sarah said out loud. “I felt completely out of it after drinking that last one, and time seemed to fly by, and, somehow, I feel thirsty and tired again already. I really should drink as few of those as possible, who knows what kind of effect drinking more of those will have on me.” She decided to fight against her thirst and tiredness for now, although she subtly felt the need to pee again. As a way to distract herself, Sarah started emptying out the chest even further, so that she could reach the bottom and see everything it contained. One by one, she removed every toy from it, fighting the odd new urge to play with them. It was slow and arduous project, mainly due to her mittened hands, but after a long time Sarah managed to mostly clear the chest, and she built a heap of toys and other plush objects around the chest. When she went to grab a toy soldier from the bottom, one of the last things still in the chest, she saw something small and sleek glimmering beneath it. She quickly shoved the toy soldier aside, and what she saw made her cheer with joy. It was a small, silver, ornate key, which looked like it would fit the lock of an old door perfectly. A door like the one that was trapping her here in this very nursery. Frantically, with a sudden burst of energy, she tried to grab the key, but her stiff mittens made it impossible to grab the delicate metal item. Convinced she had just found her means to finally escape this nightmare, Sarah knew she couldn’t give up now. She tried grabbing it again and again, but she only managed to push it around across the bottom of the chest. The mittens once again foiling her every attempt to improve her situation, Sarah grew more and more frustrated. Trying to keep a clear head, she figured her best option was to remove the remaining toys one by one, that would enable her to grab the key more easily. Doing exactly that, Sarah could hardly contain her excitement at finally having a real chance of escaping. Now, the only thing remaining in the chest was the key, which seemed to have a magical shimmer to it, calling out for Sarah to grab it. Trying to grab it with both of her mittened hands proved very difficult, even though it was the only thing left in the chest. She only managed to push the key away, and it got further and further from Sarah’s position, when she inadvertently had pushed it against the back wall of the chest. Sarah took a moment to step back and examine the situation and figured she would just be able to step into the chest, and although it looked quite innocent, it did look sturdy enough that Sarah would be unable to break it. Looking at the lid, she felt dread at the idea of it suddenly slamming shut, trapping Sarah inside the chest and leaving her no way to escape. Shivering at the mental image of being confined in such a small space in a wet diaper, she decided against that course of action. In order to reach the key, she would have to carefully lean on the edge with her belly. Being very cautious to not to accidentally fall forward, she leaned her body onto the edge, which put an uncomfortable amount of pressure on her already aching bladder. Straining more and more, reaching further and further with her arms to grab the key, the pressure on her bladder suddenly reached breaking point, and then many things seemed to happen at once. Sarah gasped loudly as suddenly her bladder gave way. Pee rushed out of her, into the waiting diaper, the shock of which caused her to almost fall forward, into the gaping maw of the chest. With a loud shriek, she reflexively pushed against the back of the chest and threw herself backwards. She thankfully quickly fell back, right on her butt, while the stream of pee escaping her still audibly soaked into her diaper. Looking up from her sitting position, she noticed, almost as if it was happening in slow-motion, that the lid of the chest was falling forward. With a mighty and resolute bang it slammed shut, leaving Sarah sitting bewildered and wide-eyed in her rapidly warming diaper. Unable to comprehend what had just happened, Sarah remained sitting on the floor even after she had finally finished peeing. She stood up quickly and threw herself at the lid of the chest, but she was unable to pry it open with the mittens on her hand. There were no seams or handles or anything which would allow her to manipulate the chest, and slowly the truth sunk into Sarah. “No, no, no, I can’t believe it! I was so close! These damn mittens make everything impossible!” She cried, tears forming in her eyes, before slamming her hands on the chest. Even this didn’t give Sarah any satisfaction, as the soft padding of the mittens just resulted in a quiet thud. She tried pushing the chest over, an impossible task, as it probably weighed more than she did. She slammed her hand on the chest in defeat again and leaned against the wall. Slowly sinking down, her butt reached the floor with a very wet squelching sound, and Sarah noticed she sunk into something warm and squishy feeling. She suddenly remembered she had wet her diaper, again. She checked to see if she saw any leaks or wet spots, but the diaper seemed to have been able to contain her second massive accident. “At least I won’t have to worry about a leaking diaper.” She said to herself quietly, her voice dripping with cynicism. Having fully given up on ever leaving this room, Sarah decided to just grab another one of the bottles and go to sleep after, not caring anymore what time it was. Walking back to the fridge for what felt like the hundredth time, she noticed she had an even more pronounced waddle, caused by the large, soggy bulk contained by her onesie. The sides of the diaper stuck out of the leg holes even more than before, and the increase in thickness caused the onesie to have to stretch even more. While standing up, the onesie caused the bulky wetness to be held tight against Sarah’s privates, a feeling she didn’t enjoy but had involuntarily started to grow used to. She patted her backside and noticed it was very saturated, more so than the front, and in the back of her mind realized that it could probably contain a couple more ‘accidents’. Hardly caring about that anymore, having accepted her new, soggy reality, she grabbed another bottle. Deciding that the crib would be the most comfortable place to drink it anyway, she walked over to it and sat down on its edge. Laying down, she stuck the oversized nipple of a bottle in her mouth yet again and started drinking to forget her troubles. Staring up at the gently spinning mobile, Sarah had not even realized that she fell asleep when she did. Waking up in the dark, Sarah had no idea what time it was, but she did immediately realize she was still in the crib. She felt the need to pee and realized that, again, that was probably what had woken her up. Still feeling very hazy from the bottle, but hardly realizing how much so, she sat on her knees and pushed. Her bladder immediately gave way, and, with a somewhat satisfying feeling, Sarah started wetting her diaper yet again. This time, it appeared she had to go a bit less than before and her absorbent garments had absolutely no problem with thirstily soaking it all up. Still going a bit, Sarah poked at the front of the diaper, noticing it was swelling more at the front this time. She looked around lazily and saw the bottle she had brought into the crib with her, and saw she hadn’t completely drained it. “That’s a first.” Sarah thought with a tired and lazy grin, and before she questioned why, she grabbed it and finished the drink. The comforting effects were immediate, and as she leaned back on her butt, finally done peeing, the fact that the side of the crib was closed again didn’t even bother her, the only things she cared about were sleeping and finishing her lovely bottle. With her head on the pillow, she finished the leftover drink, when she spotted something next to her head, also on the pillow. It was the pink, heart-covered pacifier she had tried before. With a grin and a wet plop, she pulled the nipple of the bottle out of her mouth, and eagerly replaced it with the pacifier’s. Sucking on this even larger nipple instantly made Sarah drowsy, bringing an even bigger sense of comfort than the bottle had before. Through almost closed eyelids, Sarah took one last look at the pretty baby mobile above her, its gentle lullabies creating an atmosphere of peace. With the pacifier slowly and rhythmically bobbing up and down in her mouth, she fell asleep again, not a bit concerned about the rumbling coming from her belly. 10
Babypants Posted February 9 Posted February 9 Still an interesting read, but these large blocks of text (only 6 paragraphs) need some help. Let's take the first paragraph. When the action changes, a new paragraph is in order. So a new paragraph begins at "despite her awkward." "Coming up to the fridge," starts the third, and "unable to open" the fourth. One of the problems writing a story like this is the absence of paragraph breaks that come with dialogue. In its absence, I'd suggest giving her introspective moments (in italics), which are natural paragraph breaks. Something like this: Staring at the chest, seeing the key but unable to grab it, Sarah's anger flared. I can do this, damn it! There's got to be a way. Sarah reached out with her foot and nudged the chest, trying to gauge its weight. Maybe I can tip it over; after all, it's just a toy chest. Sarah knelt down, and put her shoulder to it. She tried sitting down and pushing it with her feet, but it wouldn't budge. See what I did here? I made five one line paragraphs that look like they are dialogue driven, but the dialogue takes the form of giving voice to her thoughts. This is the sort of thing that you have to do in one person scenes to avoid writing these long, run-on paragraphs. Hope this helps. 2
littlebopeeper Posted February 22 Posted February 22 On 2/18/2025 at 6:00 AM, Babyregressme said: Next chapter please soon! Please don't leave us hanging! 1
DiaperArt Posted February 23 Author Posted February 23 Hey guys, sorry it took me so long! I never imagined that people would look forward to reading my stuff so much! Thanks for the encouragement, it really helps. I formatted it different this time, let me know what you think. If everyone thinks it's better i'll (eventually) update the previous chapters too. Enjoy the read! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 6 Waking up, Sarah immediately noticed the thick bulk of the soaked diaper between her legs, forcing them apart. It had grown so much that it was hard to ignore, and it had cooled significantly during the night, making it feel even more gross and intrusive. Sarah did feel very well rested, however, noting how good she slept in this crib despite everything. “I sleep like a baby in here.” She said to herself, sarcastically. At least, she tried to say, for the large bulb of the pacifier was still in her mouth, and she had been gently sucking it without even realizing. Despite it bringing her a lot of comfort, she decided to spit it out, but the size of the bulb meant any effort to push it out with her tongue made her just suckle it instead. She tried grabbing it with her hands, like she had done before, but quickly met the harsh reminder that her hands were still encased in the mittens, leaving her unable to grasp the ring on the pacifier. Try as she might, Sarah was unable to grab hold of it at all, and with a shiver down her back she realized she was forced to keep it in. With a grumble that was inaudible, Sarah accepted defeat yet again and she exited the crib and sat on the edge of the mattress, her diaper squishing as she put her weight on it. She was relieved, but not too surprised, that the crib had somehow opened itself again, when she realized that her bladder felt full. Not having the willpower to fight it any longer, Sarah relented, squatting down next to the crib and started to pee in her diaper, again with surprising ease. Her body had apparently grown used to peeing this way rather quickly, and she was quite sure she did not like this development. Feeling incredibly small while peeing in this manner, she hardly noticed that she had started rhythmically sucking on her pacifier again. When she realized this, Sarah ashamedly stopped herself, but then she continued when she felt that it brought her some comfort at least. Having finished peeing, she inspected her diaper and realized that it must be nearing its limit. It had grown three times as thick, making walking normally quite a challenge, and on the inside it felt wet against her. She was at least relieved that it hadn’t started leaking. “Yet.” Sarah grimly thought to herself. While she was still squatting, her stomach suddenly rumbled loudly, and Sarah’s eyes grew wide. “Oh no, please no, not that!” Deep down, she had known that it was only a matter of time if she was stuck here, and in this diaper, but she couldn’t imagine actually doing that in her underwear. It would be the ultimate childish act, and Sarah couldn’t live with herself is she did that. “I wouldn’t even be able to change it…” She said softly to herself with horror, but the pacifier still muffled her speec, ensuring no sounds were recognizable. What had started as a light grumble in her stomach, quickly grew to a painful urge. Sarah’s insides were protesting, and she realized with dread that she was running out of time. She had to find a way out of this room, or her clothes at least, and she had to find it right now. Never having an urge grow this fast, this bad before, she realized there must have been something in those bottles she had been drinking. This revelation was, unfortunately, useless to Sarah currently. With haste, Sarah attempted to run to the closed chest, but her large and squishy diaper turned her gait into an awkward waddle. Sarah hardly heard the squelching sounds her diaper the entire way, focused as she was on her target. She had to keep her mind of the growing problem in her belly, while actively clenching hard to ensure she didn’t mess herself. Sarah inspected the lid of the chest, pondering the absurdity of the situation that she was almost accidentally messing herself, in a huge and wet diaper. She told herself to focus on other things, while desperately trying to open the chest again. Her attempts were as futile as they were before, and she realized there was only a single place that might bring her salvation. With a growing sense of apprehension, she looked at the last large piece of furniture that she had not yet explored. She didn’t want to go in there, but she was getting more and more desperate, and completely running out of options. The playpen loomed menacingly over Sarah as she walked up to it, while she nervously sucked on her pacifier. The opaque mesh walls were taller than she was, but not as tall as the bars of the crib. She figured that she might have been able to climb over it, were it not for her heavy and soaked diaper and the mittens on her hands. Looking at its door, invitingly open, she had the ominous feeling it would slam shut the moment she entered, trapping her within, drastically reducing what remaining freedom she had even more. What she saw inside of the playpen, now that she was standing in the entrance, was a giant baby walker she had been unable to see from further away. It was, as she had come to expect of everything here, very large and very pink. It had a large, wide ring as its base, on six wheels, and on four beams on top of that a smaller ring, decorated with things that would amuse a baby. In its center, it had a cloth seat that would probably fit someone her size. The entire contraption came a bit above Sarah’s waist, and she figured that she could walk if she sat in it, but she was certain that it would never come to that. Looking at the large, pink baby walker, and back at the high-up windows, she suddenly had an idea. If she could push the contraption underneath the window, she could use it to climb up to the ledge of the window and escape! “I can use the vines on the walls outside to climb down!” Sarah thought to herself “Or maybe even signal someone for help.” She figured she could squeeze between the bars outside the window, as she wasn’t that big, but her eyes landed on her large, diapered butt, figuring that squeezing that between the bars might be a problem. “I have to try, though!” Sarah said to herself, the still pacifier garbling her words. With a possible escape plan in her mind and renewed determination, she took a tentative single step on the plastic floor on the inside of the playpen. She took a careful second step, making sure she could jump out of the playpen the second she saw the door move, and then took a third step. When she took another step, she was certain that this would be her doom, but the door showed no sign of moving. She was halfway across the playpen already, and was almost at the baby walker, and she reached our her mittened hand to touch it. She kept looking back at the entrance, and felt relieved that it still didn’t move, when she suddenly felt her foot slip on something soft. Her leg suddenly moving out from under her, Sarah lost her balance, unsuccessfully grasping at the baby walker to maintain her balance, and she fell flat on her butt. Her diaper cushioned the fall somewhat, grossing her out with its wet and squishy interior. She quickly looked at the door with apprehension, but it was still very much open, and she let out a huge sigh of relief, convinced that if the door would close, it would have done so already. She saw that she had slipped on a stuffed animal, brushed it aside and managed to get herself back on her feet. No easy task, as balancing with a heavy, soaked diaper between her legs was somewhat new to her, and her stomach protested against her sudden fall by painfully and loudly gurgling. Sarah had to clench harder and harder to control her bowels, sucking hard on her pacifier for comfort, and with sweat on her brow waddled around the baby walker and started pushing it towards the open door. It was heavier than she anticipated and required her to put her weight into it, and push with both hands to get it to move, but she eventually made her way out of the playpen with the baby walker. Feeling relieved that her escape plan seemed to be working so far, she kept pushing the walker towards the window. When the wheels of the walker hit the thick carpet outside the playpen, however, she had to put a lot more effort in pushing it forwards, the extra strain putting a lot more pressure on her already tortured stomach. Sarah was afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer with this extra strain, but she clenched with all her might while pushing, getting closer and closer to freedom. After a lot of effort, Sarah managed to finally reach the window with the baby walker, when the cramps got so intense she wrapped her arms around her stomach. “I’ve never had to go this badly ever before, I can’t hold it much longer.” Sarah anxiously thought to herself, clenching her teeth on the oversized nipple in her mouth, which at least gave her something else to focus on. She parked the baby walker under the window and figured she would be able to reach the ledge if she was standing on upper part of it. She looked at the wheels, but couldn’t find any brakes of any kind, and Sarah worried that it could start rolling if she climbed on top of it. She was generally a bit apprehensive about the entire contraption and she was unsure if she really should be climbing on top of it. Feeling like she had no other choice, and not ready to give up now that she was so close, Sarah started to cautiously climb the baby walker. She stood on the lower ring easily enough but had to put a lot of effort into getting a foot on the upper part. She had to hug the contraption awkwardly with her arms, as her hands were useless for climbing while contained in the mittens, and her well-used diaper added a lot of weight that seemed intent on dragging her down. Pulling herself up using most of her strength, her poor stomach almost couldn’t hold it anymore, and as she pulled up her second leg, she felt her stomach cramp up and a loud fart escaped into her diaper. Sarah blushed, but kept climbing, now with both feet planted on top of the baby walker. She looked at the ground, feeling a little vertigo, and then at the window. She could now reach it but wasn’t sure if she could put her feet anywhere on there. She stood on the upper ring and tried throwing her leg on the windowsill, but quickly realized that this was too much. Suddenly, she couldn’t hold it anymore and Sarah felt her tormented bowels finally give way with a loud and disgusting noise. Sarah gasped and froze, completely in shock, standing slightly hunched over on the top of the baby walker, stabilizing herself against the wall as she felt the thick, warm mess rapidly escape into her diaper, completely filling what little space had remained in there. It kept on coming, adding even more weight into her diaper and making it heavily sag in the back. Sarah felt disgusted and mortified, and could only stand there, unable to stop messing herself. The mess just kept on coming, and she was shocked at how much it was. Her diaper started sagging lower and lower, barely able to keep the load contained. Sarah was so gripped in this foreign, horrible sensation she hardly noticed that she had also started peeing. The smell emanating from her rear disgusted her, and tears started to form in her eyes, having never in her entire life felt so immature. When the flow finally stopped, Sarah was still frozen and needed a moment to catch her breath. She sucked softly on the pacifier, the only thing that brought her comfort now. She stood still for a while, unable to will herself to move and to feel the mess shift in her diapers. Steeling her nerves, she decided she had no choice and still had to escape, no matter how disgusting her very soaked and messy diapers now felt. Sarah tried to carefully swing her foot up to the windowsill, but the huge load now present in the back of her diaper shifted, causing her to lose her balance. She tried stepping backwards to regain solid footing, right into the opening of the baby walker. She fell straight down, while she tried grasping at the windowsill but was unable to grab anything to stop her momentum, as she fell right into the opening of the baby walker with both legs. She tried to yell as she fell, and it felt to her if everything happened in slow-motion. First her feet, then her legs, went smoothly into the openings of the seat, and before Sarah could try to catch herself on anything, with a sickening squelch, the diaper made contact with the cloth seat and Sarah’s momentum caused her to sink deep into own mess. She felt it spread everywhere within her diaper, every space that still might have been clean was now certainly covered in her own filth. The large, pink diaper miraculously managed to contain everything, but that fact couldn’t cheer Sarah up at the moment. She looked down at herself in shock, realizing she was now even more helpless. Embarrassed, dressed like a baby in a completely soiled diaper, unable to speak, her hands were useless and even walking would now be problematic. She tried lifting herself out, but her arms were far too short, and even when she extended them fully while placing her hands on the top of the walker, her legs were still mostly through the leg holes, and she was unable to pull them out. Her mittened hands slipped on the smooth plastic surface, and she plopped back down on her diaper again, a feeling that disgusted Sarah no less than when it happened before. Her feet could hardly made contact with the ground, causing her entire weight to be resting on her rear in her messy and bloated diaper. She tried walking but had to put a lot of effort into moving just a tiny bit and having to drag the huge and heavy walker along with her, her diaper loudly and disgustingly squelching every time she took a single step. Sarah’s eyes started tearing up as she hated every moment of being here. It felt so unfair, how could this be happening to her? She only wanted to explore an abandoned house, and now she was stuck in this horrible, infantile situation of her own making. Her only hope was walking towards the crib, maybe she could put her foot on it and climb out of this oversized baby walker that way, but Sarah knew even getting there would be a huge task in itself. She wasn’t ready to give up now, and despite how gross the squelching of her diaper made her feel, she started to make her way towards the crib. She made slow progress, every step reminding her of her huge accident in her diapers as she used both feet to propel herself tiny distances. The thick carpet made it hard for her to roll the walker any amount of distance. After what felt like hours, Sarah was exhausted, humiliated and she felt disgusting, sitting in her own filth, when she finally reached the crib. She tried stretching her leg towards it, but the underside of the walker was wide enough so that she was unable to reach anything. If she couldn’t put her feet on anything, she had no hope of climbing out of this baby walker. Sarah realized she was actually, completely, stuck, sitting in her messy, overfilled diapers, unable to do anything but suck on her pacifier and to unsuccessfully try to distract herself from the reality of her situation with the toys on baby walker. Over the sound of her crinkling diaper and her own quiet sobs, Sarah almost didn’t notice a sound she had been longing to hear for days now. Sarah instantly whipped her head around as, suddenly, a loud click was heard from the hallway door, and it started swinging open. 14
Babypants Posted February 23 Posted February 23 Terrific chapter, and the paragraph breaks fall just as they should. What I notice reading it is that breaking up the text this way draws attention to the fact that this is an action chapter. If this had been constructed like chapter 5, I suspect that much of the tension would have been lost. Well done. 2
Eliza1993 Posted March 3 Posted March 3 This has been a really enjoyable story to read! Great work, and I hope you continue! 1
DiaperArt Posted March 4 Author Posted March 4 Hi everyone, next chapter is here! Thank you all for the kind words, i'm really happy to see that so many people seem to be enjoying my work. As i said before, this is the first time i've ever really done creative writing, so that gives me a lot of encouragement! Enjoy the read. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 Being stuck in this room and wearing these embarrassing clothes with a fully loaded diaper was bad enough, but being by herself for so long made it feel like it was could almost have been a surreal dream. Now, embarrassment came fully crashing down on Sarah, as she met the gaze of this tall, beautiful woman, who entered the nursery while humming and looking at Sarah with a warm smile. Her mature dress contrasted harshly with Sarah’s own incredibly childish attire, a stark reminder of the reality of her situation. A 26-year-old grown woman, sitting here in a very wet and very messy diaper, stuck in a baby walker in a nursery, completely helpless to get herself out. It gave her the shameful feeling like she actually belonged here, as if this was actually her room. She was even unable to communicate with the woman, the huge pacifier gagging her every word, turning her pleas for help into babyish gibberish. Feeling a strange mix of embarrassment but also relief that she was finally no longer alone, she looked with apprehension at the woman, who continued humming a strange and hauntingly beautiful melody. She slowly walked into the room, softly closing the door behind her. The woman was wearing an old-fashioned, beautiful and long dress with an apron, effortlessly walking in a pair of red high heels. She looked at Sarah, stuck in her baby walker, then at the toy chest with its contents scattered all over the floor, before saying: “Well, well, well, it seems like a little baby made a big mess in here.” She then sniffed the air and with a slight chuckle added: “And I guess in more ways than one.” Sarah gulped as felt the woman’s gaze falling upon her soaked and messy underwear. “I guess there’s a little girl in need of a change in here.” She said as she walked towards Sarah. Sarah tried to protest the fact that she was a little girl, but the pacifier turned her words into nonsense, hindering her attempts at seeming mature and making her look like she was enjoying sucking on the dummy in her mouth. The woman then picked Sarah up under her armpits and lifted her out of the walker, with surprising ease. Despite the initial shock, Sarah felt immense relief, not being squished into her dirty diaper anymore. She didn’t even put up a struggle, but her eyes turned wide as the woman deposited her on her butt on the changing table, her diaper once again loudly squishing against her in a disgusting manner. Sarah tried to sit up, but the woman used one hand to gently push her down on her back. With her other hand she guided Sarah’s arms up above her head, when suddenly Sarah heard a click, followed by another click. She tried to sit up again, but her hands were held back, and when she looked over at them, she noticed with shock that the woman had attached a strap to each of her mittens, trapping her there on the changing table. I didn’t see those before! Sarah thought in horror. Sarah struggled weakly, her diaper crinkly loudly, the straps having no trouble holding her arms down, when she saw the woman pull a strap from the side of the table across her chest, forcing her down on the table. “Just for your own safety, sweetheart, I wouldn’t want you to fall now.” The woman told her with a sweet and motherly smile, but it also slightly intimidated Sarah. The power dynamics between them were painfully obvious to her, as she was lying there, helplessly on her back. Sarah tried once again to communicate with the woman, but when Sarah tried to get words past her pacifier to get her attention, the woman just softly hummed to herself, seemingly completely ignoring Sarah’s mumbled words, while opening the buttons of her onesie. Sarah felt like she was being treated as if she was actually just a baby that was incapable of taking care of herself. Sarah felt humiliated, being helplessly strapped down to a changing table, ignored and treated as if she was just an unruly child, but she did feel a sense of relief that at least she was finally going to get out of this dirty, overfilled diaper that she had been stuck in for so long. When the woman opened the buttons of her onesie, Sarah blushed as her discolored, messy diaper was exposed. The woman held up Sarah’s legs with one hand and patted her well-used underwear on the butt with her other hand. “My, my, you sure used those diapers to the fullest. Such a good baby girl.” The woman told Sarah, her tone still as sweet as honey. Sarah couldn’t stand the humiliation, being dressed and treated like a baby, and she closed her eyes, too mortified to make eye contact with the woman whom she didn’t know, and who was about to change her dirty diapers as if she was just a baby. Sarah was just hoping the woman would take out her pacifier soon, so she could explain the situation, and tell her she didn’t even need diapers. Her speech was useless now, though, and the combination of the mittens and straps made her unable to gesture at the woman either, how she didn’t need diapers and wanted out of these clothes. All that her efforts to communicate resulted in was her ineffectively squirming on the changing table and mumbling in her pacifier. Although, if she was being honest with herself, Sarah didn’t even know if the woman would believe her if she had been able to tell her she doesn’t need diapers, given the state of the one she was currently wearing. Sarah didn’t even know if she would have believed it herself, if someone in a similar state as her would claim they didn’t need diapers. “But, what’s this?” the woman suddenly said, while Sarah was lost in her own little world of humiliation, making her quickly pay attention. “Have you been a naughty girl that took her diapers off by herself?” Sarah’s eyes opened in shock, her heart racing, what was that woman talking about? She followed the woman’s disapproving gaze, and it landed on the two diapers she had peed on earlier and had carelessly thrown into the corner. “I thought you were a good girl, but I guess I was wrong, wasn’t I?” The woman rhetorically asked Sarah, her gaze still friendly, but there was a scary and intimidating look to her as well. Sarah gulped, as the woman continued: “I think this baby needs to learn a lesson to not be wasteful.” While she walked over to the pair of used, discarded diapers. She picked them up and brought them back to Sarah, putting them beside them beside her on the plastic surface of the changing table. Mortified, Sarah thought: “What the hell is this woman going to do? I thought she would take this messy one off!” What the woman did do, though, made Sarah struggle as hard as she could. “No, no, no!!!” Sarah tried to yell, but once again not a lot of sound escaped her lips past the huge bulb of the pacifier. The woman unfolded both of the wet diapers and slipped them under Sarah’s butt, as Sarah struggled uselessly in her bonds, unable to even slow down the woman’s plans, only succeeding in tiring herself out. “Now, now, lie still and be a good girl for me, you wouldn’t want me to give you a spanking, would you?” Sarah eyes went wide as she froze. Would this impossibly strong woman actually spank her? “Besides, you deserve this for having taken them off in the first place.” Sarah didn’t know how to react. That’s not true! She thought. She never even actually wore those diapers in the first place, although she doubted this lady would care for those tiny nuances. The woman tightly pulled up the first diaper over her already messy one, its contents pressing hard against Sarah as she winced. Sarah tried struggling again, with renewed vigor, but it did nothing to deter the woman from taping the first diaper up, over her already messy diaper. “Be a good girl and stop squirming, little one. This is your punishment, and you’ll only be making it worse for yourself.” The woman said, while easily taping up the third diaper as well. Sarah tried yelling that she hadn’t even worn those diapers, and kicking at the woman, but she easily grabbed her ankles with one hand, apparently very used to dealing with resisting little ones. She gave one hard smack on Sarah’s behind, making her stop squirming, but she hardly felt it through the thick layers of padding on her butt. It did result in a loud crinkly noise, deeply humiliating Sarah as she began to realize how enormously thick her new poofy, padded prison was. Then she did up the buttons of her onesie again with the other hand, pulling the triple diapers even closer to Sarah’s body. “I think this moody baby girl deserves a time out in her lovely crib.” She undid Sarah’s restraints and carried her over to the crib, one hand under Sarah’s enormously thick diapers and the other on her back. Sarah struggling the entire way, but she proved to be no match at all for the unnaturally strong woman, who hardly seemed to notice her efforts. She gently put Sarah down on the mattress before pulling the side of the crib up, once again trapping Sarah inside of the infantile cage. She then said: “Now, be a good girl and take a nap, then afterwards we can see if you can behave better and earn yourself a change. Those diapers should last a while, even for someone who needs them as much as you.” After that, she began walking out of the room and started humming, leaving Sarah sitting there, flabbergasted and frustrated at what had just happened. Sarah had expected that the woman would rescue her, or at least change her dirty diaper, but she had basically done the opposite and only made her situation much worse. Why had the woman not taken out her pacifier? She was treating her as a child, while she was obviously an adult, despite her clothes indicating otherwise. She glanced up at the door, and, to her great frustration, saw that the woman had left the door open this time. Sarah sighed in defeat as she realized that this was of no use to her, trapped as she was in this crib. It was still daytime, and Sarah wasn’t very tired. She looked down at her new triple-layered diapers and sighed. It just gets worse and worse in this place. She thought. The newly added layers felt like an entire pillow, making her completely unable to close her legs, and she figured walking would be almost impossible now. She pressed against the onesie covering her diaper, and she hardly felt anything on the inside. She was sitting on her butt, but there was at least a foot of distance between her and the mattress. Sarah tried to stand up, with her legs spread far apart, but the bulk made it impossible to keep balance, and she fell backwards. She landed on her thickly covered butt and the bulk of the triple-thick diapers caused her to roll onto her back, unable to keep herself upright and feeling even more babyish, hardly believing that that was still a possibility. Sarah couldn’t even bring her thighs together, and she was unable to sit back up again, due to the sheer excessiveness of the bulk between her legs and the soft mattress she was lying on. The outer two diapers felt cold against her, because of her own day-old pee in them, so she tried covering herself with the blanket as much as she could and resigned to just try to sleep to pass the time. She awkwardly crawled over to the pillow and put her head on it, as she found herself staring at the door which had trapped her in this room for so long, now invitingly open. It was a cruel twist of fate that it wasn’t closed now, seemingly mocking her. She hoped that woman would soon return and free her from the thick, bulky torment between her legs. After she sighed in frustration and closed her eyes, she heard the gentle tunes of the mobile, happily spinning above her, its melody oddly familiar. Sarah suddenly woke up, not having realized she had fallen asleep to begin with, and the first thing she noticed was the presence of the extreme bulk between her legs. Her bladder felt like bursting again, and Sarah noticed she had to pee unnaturally often, immediately blaming the bottles, which she reasoned were probably the cause. She tried sitting up, but the softness of the mattress which caused her bulbous diaper to deeply sink into it, combined with her useless hands on the slippery mattress, made sitting up impossible. She struggled on her back, but couldn’t find purchase with her hands, her legs were spread far enough apart that she couldn’t get them under her or roll over. She felt frustrated, stuck on her back, feeling as helpless as a newborn. She just let go of her bladder, tired of putting up a useless struggle, and wet herself as she was lying there, sucking on her pacifier, her triple diapers easily absorbing all her pee, despite how much she needed to go again. They feel warmer again now, that’s at least a bit more comfortable. Sarah thought to herself, realizing how absurd it sounded. I’m actually sort of happy that I wet my diapers? I must be losing my mind. She checked the side of the crib, but it had not opened this time, so there was nothing for Sarah to do but just lie on her back, gazing up at the spinning mobile and suck on her pacifier as a distraction. She was hoping the woman would soon return and actually change her this time, out of these absurdly thick diapers. Sarah was unsure how much time had passed while she was lying there, helpless and on her back, gently suckling and unable to ignore the massive thickness of her triple diapers, focusing on the strangely hypnotic qualities of the spinning mobile with its accompanying tunes because there was nothing else to do. “It seems this babygirl has finally calmed down a bit. I see you are looking much happier now than before, sucking on your paci like a good little girl.” Sarah was startled to find out that the woman was leaning on the top of the crib with her arms crossed, smiling down at her. Sarah hadn’t even heard her come in! She looked at the door and saw that the woman hadn’t closed it behind her. The woman opened the side of the crib, and Sarah tried to take this opportunity to jump out of it and escape this room, but her thick diapers made it so she couldn’t even sit up, let alone run to the door. All her efforts just resulted in her pathetically struggling, like a turtle on its back. I might not even be able to crawl anywhere wearing such thick diapers. Sarah thought to herself, miserably, after failing to even sit up to begin getting out of the crib. “You must be hungry.” The woman said, when looking at Sarah with a warm smile. She grabbed the ring on the front of Sarah’s pacifier and started to gently pull it from her mouth. Finally! Sarah excitedly thought, Now I can tell her I don’t belong here, or in diapers for that matter! When the pacifier left her mouth with a wet ‘plop’, Sarah flexed her jaw, glad that she could finally freely move it again. Sarah began to say: “Listen, lady, I really don’t –” but she was interrupted as out of nowhere the nipple of a baby bottle was pushed in her open mouth. Immediately, out of reflex, she started sucking it again, just like she had before. “Good girl.” The woman whispered, while gently stroking her hair. Sarah felt herself starting to fall under the familiar calming effects of the drink again, as she greedily nursed from the bottle the woman was holding. “If you clean up the mess you made, you’ll earn a reward.” The woman said softly, as she grabbed Sarah’s hands one by one and made her hold the bottle herself. “I’ll be back to check on you later, sweety.” She said while Sarah peacefully drank from the bottle. She stood there for a while, looking down at Sarah with a gently smile, softly stroking her hair and humming that haunting melody. Then, the tall woman turned and left the room again, closing the door behind her with a loud click. Sarah, however, was hardly aware of any of this, as she once again became lost in the drink-induced haze. 10 1
Babypants Posted March 4 Posted March 4 Well done. You found a way to move the story along without telling us what's going on, so the tension remains at a very high level. This guarantees that your readers will be coming back for more. I'll be interested to see how you finesse the reveal. 1
CDfm Posted March 5 Posted March 5 I have recently started following this story and I have to say you are doing a very good job with it. I was pleased to see you took the advice of one reader and started breaking up the text some. It makes reading so much easier. Sarah is paying a high price for breaking and entering. I think she would have almost been happier to have the police find her and take her in. In the long run, and I don’t see her escaping anytime soon, I think she’s going to start to like the treatment. I will be looking forward to seeing more. 1 1
DiaperArt Posted March 13 Author Posted March 13 New chapter! Sorry they're taking so long. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know what you think Happy reading! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8 When Sarah looked around, she was confused at what happened. She blinked a few times, still feeling hazy, as she tried to assess her situation. She was no longer in the crib, the last place she remembered being. She now found herself sitting on the floor, right on her swollen diaper, in the middle of the pile of toys surrounding the toy chest, while holding a plushy with both of her mittened hands, which she had apparently being playing with. The last thing she could vaguely recall was having her diaper changed by that beautiful and tall woman that had suddenly appeared. Wait, she didn’t really change my diaper, did she? Sarah looked down, and saw she was indeed still wearing the triple thick diaper, and she could tell by the smell alone that she indeed had not received a proper change. It also seemed to have grown even more, the outer diaper seemed to be squishier than the last time she could remember. I don’t recall having gone so much. Sarah thought, worriedly. Frustrated, and desperate for a cleanup, she threw the toy she was holding on the floor. “I really want a change, I would even wear another diaper, just to get out of these ridiculously thick layers. I don’t even know how long I’ve been sitting in my own mess right now.” Sarah bitterly mumbled to herself. “Wait, what? I can talk again!” Sarah suddenly realized with a smile. “Finally, that damn pacifier is gone!” She said out loud, enjoying the fact she finally could again. “That’s a start, at least, if only I could get rid of the rest of these restrictive clothes.” she said, while looking at the mittens she was wearing. Then she remembered what the woman had told her about cleaning up. “Maybe if I put all these toys in the chest, she’ll give me a change. Besides, this time I will actually be able to talk to her and tell her I want to leave. And that I don’t need diapers at all!” With renewed energy, she began by picking up stuffed animals with both hands and throwing them in the chest. She frowned while looking at it. “Wasn’t this closed before?” Sarah questioned. “I guess that woman must have opened it for me.” She looked inside, but oddly enough there seemed to be no trace of the key she had seen earlier. With a sigh, Sarah resigned and began by picking up the toys within reach one by one and throwing them in the chest. The mittens made it hard to grab smaller toys, and her diapers made moving around incredibly clumsy and difficult. They were big and heavy, and even hindered her movements when she had to slowly crawl over to the toys further out. It was impossible to get on her feet, and every time she tried her legs would be so far apart and unstable, she would just fall on her butt. Landing on the gross mess inside her diapers quickly discouraged Sarah from trying again. She couldn’t even bring her thighs close together because of the squishy bulk. She really started to hate her diapers for making her feel so slow and clumsy. Sarah realized how much she must look like a baby, cleaning up all her toys in a big and bulky diaper, like a child that had to do their chores. She noticed she had to pee again, and almost without thinking she let go nearly immediately. Her body hardly protested at all against her going in her pants. She had been doing it so much now, it almost became a habit and hardly seemed strange to her anymore. A part of Sarah blamed her callousness about peeing herself on the fact that she was still very hazy from the bottle she drank not so long ago, and she told herself that this would just be temporary. Her diapers had no problem absorbing all her pee again, although even the outer one started to get pretty soaked now, Sarah noticed. “I hope she comes back soon to change me.” she sighed. She hated how she felt so helpless and dependent on this woman she had only just met, in these extremely embarrassing circumstances. When she finally deposited the last toys into the chest after what felt like hours, Sarah looked around, feeling almost proud of herself. She had done her chores, doing exactly what the woman wanted of her. She hoped she would have earned a change now. What is wrong with me, I’m reasoning like a little kid! Sarah thought. “If she comes in again, I will just demand that she removes these diapers and clothes! I won’t let anyone dictate what I wear, I’m a damn adult!” Sarah said out loud, feeling her confidence returning to her now that the effects of the bottle were wearing off, despite her embarrassing outfit. “My my, it seems like this little girl has quite an attitude.” A voice suddenly sounded from right behind Sarah. Shocked, Sarah quickly turned around, spotting the same woman standing right behind her. How have I not heard her come in and sneak up on me? Before she could stammer out a flustered response, the woman said: “You have done a good job though, so I guess you have earned a proper change this time.” She said with a cheerful tone, before lifting Sarah up on her hip, placing a hand on her padded behind. Her wet padding sank deeply into the woman’s leg, as she squished Sarah’s soaked diapers with her hand while carrying over to the changing table again. “My gosh, I didn’t know such a little girl could go so much!” She cheerfully said to a blushing Sarah. “That’s because you left me in these diapers for so long!” Sarah protested, finding renewed courage. The woman paid her no mind, while putting Sarah’s behind on the changing table. Sarah felt herself sink deeply into her own mess, as her diapers compressed under her weight while crinkling loudly. The woman proceeded to grab the strap of the changing table and pulled it across Sarah’s belly, humming that tune again. “Stop! That’s not necessary!” Sarah protested while trying to push the woman’s hands away, afraid of being bound to the changing table again, but she was ultimately helpless to resist whatever this intimidating woman had planned. “Do you not want a change, then?” She coyly asked Sarah. “I guess your pampers can hold on for a little while longer, if you insist. Or I could add even more layers if you like?” This panicked Sarah. “No, no, that’s not what I mean, I do want a change!” She was so flustered she had hardly noticed that the woman had again brought both her arms up, and when she heard the two clicks it was already too late. She had attached both mittens to the straps already, leaving her completely at the mercy of this amazonian woman again. The woman looked down at Sarah with a smile. “So, what do you want me to do, sweety?” Sarah blushed, she knew what this woman wanted from her and decided to humor her, if it sped up the process of finally getting into some clean underwear. She looked at the woman with blushing cheeks and asked: “Could you please change me?” “Change what?” The woman asked with an amused smile. Sarah blushed. “Could you change my diapers please?” “And why do you need your diapers changed, little lady?” Sarah groaned. She felt humiliated, but knew she had no choice but to concede. Defeated, she asked: “Could you please change my diapers, because I made an accident in them.” She couldn’t bear to look the woman in the eyes while she uttered the infantile statement. “Of course I’ll change your soaking wet and messy diapers, little girl! All you had to do was properly ask.” The woman said happily, and she began undoing the tapes of the outer diaper. When the woman opened her inner diapers, the smell increased a lot, but the fresh air on Sarah’s backside brought a lot of fresh relief on her poor, abused skin. “My, my, you made an even bigger mess than I thought! I’m glad you were wearing so much protection. You clearly need it.” Sarah looked away and didn’t respond. she couldn’t bear to see her shame exposed. She gasped as suddenly she felt a cold wipe on her backside, as the woman started to clean her up. Many, many wipes later, Sarah finally felt clean again for the first time in ages. The woman deposited the wipes in her triple diapers before rolling all three into a ball and closing it with the tapes of the diaper, before placing the bundle on the floor. Then, she squeezed some cream from a bottle into her hands, before gently massaging Sarah’s backside with it. “We wouldn’t want baby to get a rash, now, would we?” She asked, without expecting an answer. Sarah was humiliated, but she did have to admit that the cooling cream felt amazing on her skin as the woman massaged it into her. Sarah even started to enjoy the feeling of the gentle massage on her bottom. She gasped as she suddenly felt the cream being massaged into her privates and she looked at the woman in shock. “We have to be thorough to ensure baby’s health.” Was the answer she got, as the woman continued as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Sarah blushed. No woman had ever touched her there before, and it was bringing a strange sense of warmth to her cheeks. She could hardly contain a moan as her excitement build, but then, abruptly, the intimate massage stopped, leaving Sarah feeling almost a little bit disappointed. Then, she heard some rustling that shook her out of her distractions and saw that the woman had grabbed a fresh, pink and thick diaper. “No, please, I don’t need that!” Sarah anxiously told the woman, uselessly renewing her struggles against her bonds. The woman looked at the discarded diapers and then at Sarah. “I’m sure you have tried your best, dear, but the evidence doesn’t lie. You have used those diapers to their fullest, and I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt by putting you in only one for now. Now, be a good girl and accept that, because every time you argue with me, I’ll layer another one on top of this one.” She said resolutely. Sarah believed her threat, and didn’t want to anger her, so she kept her mouth shut and lifted her hips when the woman told her to and cooperated. After a quick and liberal dusting of sweet-smelling baby powder, the woman neatly and quickly taped the fresh diaper on her, showcasing her expertise. “Now, I think you’ll need a change of outfit, it’s daytime and you have been in that onesie far too long, even though you look adorable in it.” “Can’t you just let me go?” Sarah finally built up the courage to ask. “I don’t want to be here and I should really be going home now.” “Let you go?” The woman responded, amused. “I’m not keeping you here, silly girl. You are free to leave anytime you want! I am just the one who got lucky enough to be chosen to change your diapers if you make messies, sweetheart.” And then she sinisterly added with a slight smile: “And to punish you if you misbehave.” Sarah gulped, she didn’t know what answer she was expecting, but certainly not that. Before she could say anything in response, the woman had already disappeared into the closet, leaving Sarah lying there helplessly by herself, wondering what the woman had meant. When she came back out of the closet, she was carrying a pink, cutesy dress with lots of ruffles that would definitely be too short to cover Sarah’s diaper in one hand, and in the other hand she was carrying what seemed to be a pink plastic bag. “I found the perfect little outfit for such a darling little girl!” The woman said with joy. “I don’t want to wear that childish dress!” Sarah angrily protested. “Just let me go, right now! I want to leave this-” Sarah said, before suddenly she found a pacifier inserted in her mouth. “Don’t be so grumpy, little lady, or I’ll have to punish you again.” She threatened. “A little baby like you making demands from adults is completely unbecoming. Now, suck on your paci and be a good girl.” Sarah tried in vain to protest, but the woman easily unbuttoned the onesie and unlocked her restraints. She lifted Sarah off the table and in one smooth movement removed the onesie and deposited her on her feet, leaving Sarah mostly naked. The only thing she had left from her own, original outfit she had been wearing before coming into this cursed house, was her bra. The woman gave it a look and said: “I don’t think you have much need for that.” While easily opening the final piece of adult clothing and pulling it off Sarah’s body. Despite her bra also being pink and slightly childish, it was the only piece of clothing that was actually hers, so she tried to grab it and take it back from the woman. She didn’t want to part with the only adult thing that was a reminder of her actual age, in contrast to all these babyish clothes. Before she could even really attempt to grab hold of it and pull it back, the woman, with seemingly no effort, pulled the ruffled dress over Sarah’s head. She did it with such speed and efficiency that it dazzled Sarah, giving her no room to try and stop her. “Lift up your foot” The woman said, and Sarah knew she had no options but to obey while obediently sucking on her pacifier. She was much shorter than the woman, and she knew that resisting her would ultimately be completely futile. She also completely lost track of where the woman had left her bra. She wasn’t holding it anymore, and she couldn’t spot it anywhere else either. The woman guided Sarah’s foot into the pink plastic mass, before getting her to step into it with her other foot too. The woman pulled the loudly crinkling mass up, as it turned out to be a pair of thick, translucent pink plastic panties, which were quickly pulled over her diapers. While the woman was standing behind her, Sarah heard a soft click, but before she could identify what it was the woman turned Sarah around and grabbed her mittens. With a smooth motion Sarah was unable to follow, she easily opened the locks on them and pulled them off her hands. Sarah was ecstatic, she finally had the freedom to use her hands again! The woman grabbed a cord and clicked the ring of her pacifier to it, before clipping it to the front of her dress. She took a step back and said: “You look adorable. The perfect baby girl.” She said with a smile. Then, she got a much more serious expression on her face, before saying: “Now, I need you to listen carefully, little one. It is your responsibility to dispose of the diapers you soiled. You will find a diaper pail in some of the other rooms. If I find your diapers somewhere they shouldn’t be, you’ll be in for a very rough punishment indeed, baby. Trust me. I’ll know it would have been you.” She said authoritatively, with a hint of menace in her voice. “Furthermore,” She added, in a business-like tone “If you think a little girl like you really can take care of herself, and you so desperately want to leave, you can just use the front doors you came in. I will miss you dearly if you choose to go, but alas, it is not my choice to make.” Sarah’s ears perked up, she could just leave this place after all? She got very excited at hearing this news, not even noticing that she had started to happily suck on her pacifier in her delight. “I’ll just have to add one more thing though.” The woman said, as Sarah paid close attention. “You might want to slow down how much you eat and drink here if you plan on leaving, it might have some effects on you.” This statement caused Sarah some distress. She had drunk more bottles than she could count since being here. What kind of effects was this woman talking about? “Don’t worry too much about it, though, sweety. I’ll always be here to take care of you and I will find you to change your little diapees when you mess them again.” Sarah blushed. She was sure she wouldn’t do that again now that she knew she could just leave this place right away, although the woman clearly thought otherwise. “Aww, you are so cute when you blush like that. Just try not to be too cute, or the mansion might grow too fond of you, and you will find yourself unable to leave after all.” She ultimately added in a very foreboding tone. 13
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