Escape Room – Chapter 12

Serena could feel her breath growing shallow as she sat there, staring after the woman as she sauntered away, tingles shooting through her body. She swallowed and shook her head, doing her best to ignore those feelings, knowing that she couldn’t afford to let herself enjoy it, no matter how good it felt… She shouldn’t want to enjoy it, either, shouldn’t be so turned on by it, not with everything going on, certainly not with the situation she found herself in now, so helpless, minutes away from having this become her new life… Demoted from college, all the way back to daycare…

Face red, heart pounding, she shook her head again, clearing her head as best she could, pushing through the seductive buzzing between her legs. She wasn’t going to let that happen, not when she felt like she was so close… But she was going to need Alecia’s help if she was going to be able to test her theory about the diaper pail, and it probably wasn’t going to be easy to convince her… Especially if the woman was right, and Alecia had given up already.

She made one more attempt to stand, but it was completely useless; these diapers were far too thick for that, no matter what she did. The mittens guaranteed she had no hope of peeling the tapes off, either. Alecia still had the use of her fingers, though Serena suspected that wasn’t going to matter… There’s no way it would be that easy. Nothing in this place had been.

She crawled forward, massive diaper bobbing behind her, the skirt of her dress sliding down it, leaving it completely exposed, feeling more like a baby than ever. The playroom looked so huge and imposing, even more-so than before, from her hands and knees. Speaking of demotions, this place had been treating her like a toddler since they’d started, but now she wasn’t even that… At least toddlers could walk, however clumsily.

Her new mode of transportation slowed her down a bit, too, making her more certain than ever that she needed Alecia. If she couldn’t get the cheerleader to use her diapers for her – and then hop on the diaper pail since Serena was incapable of that now, too – she wasn’t fast enough to search the rest of the room herself for whatever else they might need to get away.

Unfortunately, the woman’s words were seeming awfully true as Serena approached the other girl. Alecia giggled and burbled, sounding scarily like a baby herself, and, as Serena watched in horror, she appeared to discover her feet, eyes fixing on them before she grabbed one with her hands, clumsily pushing the ankle sock off before pulling the foot to her mouth and starting to suck on her toes.

Serena wrinkled her nose in disgust. How could Alecia be this far gone?! That was something only a tiny baby would do! Alecia had seemed bummed after they’d escaped the TV, sure, but Serena hadn’t gotten the impression she was close enough to breaking that, over the course of a few minutes, she’d be reduced to this!

“Alecia?” Serena tried anxiously. “Are you okay?”

Alecia turned to look at her, eyes vacant, chin wet with drool, leg still bent up to her mouth, the flexibility of her cheerleading training really paying off, though likely not in the way Alecia would have anticipated. “Hi!” she chirped.

“H-Hi…” Serena frowned, brow furrowed. “Listen, I need your help with…”

Alecia interrupted her by blowing a raspberry, dissolving into giggles instantly afterwards. Serena had thought the girl was silly, and immature, and wasn’t going to take this seriously… But this was, obviously, too much even for her.

“Alecia?” she crept a little closer. Something must have done this to her… What, though? She was at the dollhouse now, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t stopped by somewhere before that, and been attracted to the toy after being turned into this…

Serena gasped, the vibrator suddenly feeling more intense, somehow, whether her movement had made it shift to a new spot, or her fear at what she was seeing had been enough to break through the resistances she’d been putting up to ignore it. This really was not the time for this! She had to figure out what had happened so she could save Alecia and bring her back… Or, at the very least, not fall into the same trap herself!

“Oh, God!” she moaned, heart beating faster as she reached down with one of her mittens, trying in vain to move the egg away, managing only to push it down, against the innermost layer, and her privates beneath. Without thinking, she plopped down onto the floor, but, of course, that did nothing to stop it, just made it more intense.

She had to stop this! She had too much to do, and there was no way she could feel this turned on here, certain that anything in this room might, at any moment, turn her into a mindless infant like Alecia, knowing she was mere minutes away from being stuck here forever… She felt her hips bucking, shifting, as she began to hump her diaper, right in the middle of the room, right in front of Alecia, unable to help herself…

She blushed, feeling a dampness on her face, dazedly reaching up, realizing she was drooling, too, just like Alecia, but for a very different reason. Maybe they did belong here… Maybe this was right where they belonged, swaddled up in diapers, dribbling all over themselves, helpless and completely at the mercy of whatever ‘adult’ might decide to take care of them, no control over what they did in a day, what they wore, what they ate, even when they used their diapers…

Her body shuddered with pleasure, mind flooding with humiliation as she realized what she was doing, too late to even think about stopping it now… And, even worse, how incredibly amazing it felt as she orgasmed in her diapers, collapsing into a happy, befuddled lump on the floor… Shamefully thinking only about how she really didn’t mind that the vibrator just kept going, ready to take her on a second round already…

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Alecia the potential keyhole one more time, but forced herself to turn away. It did seem like a way out, but something told her it wasn’t the only one… And it might not really work anyway, for all she knew. Perhaps it was only for show… Or only to entice victims like her, to get them searching for a key that didn’t exist, instead of figuring out whatever it was they were actually meant to do here.

The dollhouse was so huge, she knew there had to be plenty of other rooms she hadn’t seen yet, and, with any luck, at least one of them would let her get out of here, hopefully with a hint for the escape room outside, or another piece of the puzzle, or something. She toddled to the other door, bracing herself to face the images on the movie screen, her cheeks already starting to grow warm in anticipation as she pushed it open…

And stepped into what looked almost like a pet store. There were birdcages hanging from the ceiling, cages with cats in them, dogs on leashes, attached to poles driven into the floor. There was a cacophony of mews and barks and caws, all sounding artificial, not quite right… Which made sense, considering all of the animals she could see were plastic toys, standing perfectly still.

“Wait, but…” she frowned, turning back towards the door. That was the same one she’d come into the foyer from, wasn’t it? How had it led her somewhere other than the theater?! She wasn’t going to complain, obviously, in no rush to see herself being tormented by her squadmates, and demonstrating how stupid this place had made her… This did complicate her plan of exploring, however.

Should she go back, while she knew where the foyer was? Would it even still be there if she did? She hadn’t found anything that would help her open the door, or break the windows, so she wouldn’t be in any better a position to leave if she did return. And she didn’t know what she was looking for anyway, so perhaps this would make it quicker, not having to go back through the rooms she’d already seen before finding something new.

She was ready to move on to the door on the other side of the room when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. What exactly that was, she couldn’t say, since it was gone by the time she turned her head, but she was certain she’d caught a glimpse of movement.

Her skin crawled, glancing around the room at all the animal toys, staring blankly back at her, frozen in place. “H-Hello?” she whispered, not knowing if she wanted a reply or not. She didn’t think there was another person in here – whatever she’d seen had been too small for that – but what if it was one real animal, trapped here with the fake ones? She couldn’t leave it!

“Hello?” she crept in the direction she thought the object had been going, eyes widening as she saw it again. She still didn’t get a good look, but she had more of an idea of where it was, rushing towards it…

She stopped short as a collar came flying at her. It reached the end of the leash it was clipped to, falling short and tumbling to the ground. Alecia gulped, taking a step away, reaching up to rub her neck, where it had almost wrapped itself and fastened shut, grateful for the pole being just far enough away that the collar had failed… And that she’d reacted in time. She scurried out of the room as quickly as she could, stumbling through the door and into a football stadium. A football stadium she was very familiar with, seats filled with people.

Her immediate reaction was a panicked, “Oh, no…”, that video from the movie theater fresh in her mind. This was even worse, in its own way… This was where she always felt her most powerful, her coolest, as she did her cheers, everybody in the stands watching her, admiring her… If something like those things from the locker room happened here, she wasn’t sure she could take it…

But, of course, it wasn’t really the football field. It was a big room, bigger than any of the others she’d been to, however, it was still only a room, the walls painted to look like the sky, the bleachers and goals made of plastic, like most things here. And the people sitting there, staring, unblinking, were all dolls.

That didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking, though, feeling all those eyes on her as she stepped onto this facsimile of her field, her arms immediately crossing over her chest, not wanting them to see it, which meant, instead, they all got a perfect view of her wet diaper. She blushed, wanting to rush across the field to the door on the other side, what would have led to the opposing team’s locker room if this was real, but she found her eyes drawn instead to the sidelines, where she usually spent most of the games, hyping up the crowds, waiting for halftime so she could really show off…

And that was where she saw them. She easily could have missed them if she’d headed right for the exit, as she’d been tempted to do, but thankfully she’d resisted that urge. She shuffled over, bending down to find her pom-poms on the ground, waiting for her. They looked like any others, yet, somehow, she knew deep down that they were hers. After what had happened in the TV, they weren’t quite as comforting a presence as they might have otherwise been, however, they still felt correct in her hands…

She couldn’t say how, exactly, she knew what to do, but she couldn’t shake the thought once it had drifted through her mind. Blushing, she trotted to the center of the field, looking up to face all the dolls in the stands, watching her. “Ready?” she asked, more to herself than the usual shout. “Okay!” She gave the pom-poms a shake, then flung her arms wide, letting the whole stadium see her, in all her ‘glory’, wearing nothing more than a pair of ankle socks and a wet diaper.

And then, all of the sudden, she felt a tug, and then a whooshing, and, the next thing she knew, she was back in the escape room, foot in her mouth. “Ugh!” she pushed it away, spitting, further disgusted as she reached up to wipe her mouth, hand coming away far wetter than she’d expected. “What the hell?!”

“A-Alecia?!” she turned to see Serena sitting beside her, eyes wide, face very red, her mittened hands trying desperately to hide her massive diaper for some reason, as if they hadn’t both been wearing them this whole time. It definitely looked bigger now, though, by a long shot. “Y-You’re okay?”

“Yeah,” Alecia nodded. “I-I think so…” She looked over at the dollhouse, which was closed again, though, through one of the windows, she could see the doll version of herself, frozen in place, mid-cheer. That must have been right, if it had gotten her out of there… But what had it done? Or would it not do anything until all three dolls were in place?

“Listen,” Alecia told Serena, “I think the dolls are important… I think we need to find the one of you, and then put it and the one of Julianne in the house, and then…”

“Then what?” Serena asked. “And where are we supposed to find another doll? There are so many places to look! And does doing that mean we have to end up like…” She wrinkled her nose, looking down at Alecia’s discarded sock. Alecia blushed, snatching it up and pulling it back onto her foot.

“I don’t know,” Alecia admitted. “But I came back, didn’t I? And we found the other two dolls, so if we keep searching…”

“No,” Serena shook her head stubbornly. “We don’t have time for that!”

“Then what are we supposed to do?” Alecia rolled her eyes impatiently. “Do you have some other lead?”

“Yes!” Serena declared, looking proud of herself. “Diapers!”

Alecia frowned. “Diapers? What about them? We’ve been in them all along, I don’t see…”

“Yes, and now we have to get changed!” She glanced down at Alecia’s diaper, grinning at what she saw, as the cheerleader bashfully tried to hide the wet spot with her hands. “Good, you’re ready for one! Just ask for one, and then…!”

“I’m fine!” Alecia insisted. “I-It’s not that wet…”

“No, we hafta fill up the diaper pail!” Serena pouted. “I think if we do that, then you can reach the door handle from on top of the pail! But you have to be the one to do it, because…” She looked down at her own diapers shamefully. “I-I can’t soak through all of these, not in time…”

Alecia had never seen anyone so upset that they couldn’t use their diapers enough. She couldn’t help but think of what had happened in the TV, how desperate Serena had been to stay… She was pretty sure that was thanks to Mrs. Ariadne, and it had faded after they’d escaped… But what if she was wrong? What if Serena was still trying to get them to stay here, and this was all a part of that, somehow?

“I-I don’t know about that,” Alecia said uncertainly.

“But that’s why it’s so clever!” Serena insisted. “Of course we would try to avoid using our diapers, so having that be the solution to one of the puzzles…!”

“Did you get a change?” Alecia demanded, though she didn’t have to… She could smell that Serena wasn’t messy anymore. “Is that how you ended up like that?”

“W-Well, yeah,” Serena admitted. “B-But…”

“No way,” Alecia shook her head. She would have loved to be in dry pants, obviously, but she couldn’t risk it… If she got put in diapers that bulky, they’d both be slowed down significantly, and that would not be good… And she couldn’t shake the suspicion that might be exactly what Serena wanted, even as the thought made her skin crawl. Getting out of here was going to be hard enough as it was… If Serena was working against them, trying to make it harder, Alecia really didn’t know if she’d be able to do it all on her own.

What should Serena do?

Look at the ring toys?
Investigate the toy box?
Check out the coloring books?
Investigate the jack in the box?
Go down the slide?
Climb into the tunnels?
Try to find something at changing table to help Alecia use her diapers more so she’ll want a change?
Or ask for a hint?

And what should Alecia do?

Try to place Julianne’s doll in the dollhouse?
Look at the ring toys?
Investigate the toy box?
Check out the coloring books?
Investigate the jack in the box?
Go down the slide?
Climb into the tunnels?
Or ask for a hint?

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A Bedwetting Problem

“Come on, Ami,” Joye groaned. “This isn’t what she meant, and you know it!”

“I don’t know,” her little sister giggled. “That’s what it sounded like to me…”

“Ami!” Joye glared at her, her heart thumping as she felt another cramp in her tummy, reminding her that she was quickly running out of time. “This isn’t funny! Look, I said I was sorry, okay? There’s no reason for you to be so mean!”

“I didn’t believe you,” Ami sniffed. “And neither did mom, so…”

“Well, I am!” Joye snapped, wrapping her arms around her stomach, flinching as she felt them brush against the waistband of the diaper she was wearing, the crinkle of plastic making her skin crawl. That was, after all, what had started all this, what had landed her in this situation…

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“Morning, sleepyhead,” she’d giggled, taking a sip of her coffee as Ami stumbled into the kitchen, hair a mess. “I forgot how adorable you are first thing!”

Ami had grumbled, sticking her tongue out at her. “Can I have some of that?”

“No way,” Joye had shaken her head. “It’ll stunt your growth.”

“You drink it!” Ami had whined.

Joye had nodded sagely. “Exactly… And look where that got me.” Here she was, on the verge of twenty-one, on her final summer break from college, and she was barely any taller than her baby sister.

“Hmph!” Ami had pouted, plopping down at the kitchen table… And that had been when Joye had heard it.

It was a sound she was familiar with, although she hadn’t thought about it for quite a while, thanks to having been away at school. She’d almost forgotten about it, yet all it took was one hint of it to bring it all rushing back. “Ami!” she’d chuckled, staring at the younger girl in disbelief. “Are you seriously still wetting the bed? I thought you’d gotten over that!”

Ami had turned bright red, fidgeting in her seat, which only confirmed Joye’s suspicions further, hearing the plastic rustle with every move, beneath the girl’s thin nightshirt, even as Ami had shaken her head and stammered, “N-No, of course not…”

“If you say so,” Joye had said, seeing visible relief cross over her sister’s face as she appeared to let it go. “Want a Pop Tart?” Joye had thrown one into the toaster, then took it over to the table, giving Ami a chance to let her guard down before, after setting the plate down, Joye grabbed the hem of Ami’s nightshirt, yanking it up.

“Ami!” she’d scolded. “You’re starting a new school in the fall! How can this still be happening?”

Ami had looked horrified, yanking her shirt out of Joye’s hands. “It’s not my fault! I-It did stop for a while, but then it came back, and…”

“You see, this is why nobody trusts you to babysit,” Joye had teased, knowing that was a sore spot for Ami, who had wanted so badly to be able to do that. “Who would trust someone who still needs diapers themselves with their baby?”

“I don’t need them!” Ami had stood up in a fury, stomping her feet. “It’s only at night, and it isn’t even all the time, and…!”

“Okay, okay,” Joye had patted her on the head, which only stirred the girl up more. “Whatever you say, soggy-butt.”

She might have let it go at that, if Ami hadn’t run to their mother as soon as she got back from work and told her the whole story. “You know she’s sensitive about this,” Joye’s mom had told her that evening. “Even more-so now that she’s older.”

“She should be,” Joye had commented, glaring at Ami from across the dinner table. “Still peeing her pants at her age…”

“I can’t help it!” Ami had huffed. “I’m asleep when it happens!”

“And it’s more common than you might think,” their mother had cut in. “So there’s no need to make fun of her for it. She’ll get over it in time.”

“That’s what I thought when she was eight,” Joye had smirked. “And yet, here we are…”

“Mommy!” Ami had pouted, making Joye roll her eyes. It was so obvious she was manipulating their mom, calling her that, looking up at her, eyes wide and watery. There was no way that still worked on the woman… She must be able to see through it by now…

“You’re the older sister,” Joye’s mom lectured her. “You should be mature about this, and help her see that it isn’t a big deal.”

“Yeah,” Joye had grinned. “I’ll be sure to do that…”

Escape Room – Chapter 11

As Alecia glanced around the room, she immediately felt stupid; the dollhouse! Of course that was where she ought to look for more dolls! Scooping up the two she’d already found, she waddled over to the dollhouse, falling down onto her knees in front of it like an eager toddler, ready to play.

They were just dolls, she assumed – or hoped, really, considering all the weirdness that had happened in this place, and especially in the TV – but she couldn’t help being careful when she set them down, not wanting to break them. Whether they were connected to the people they looked like or not, she was sure they were important, and she didn’t want to not be able to solve whatever puzzle they were needed for because she’d been too clumsy with one.

The dollhouse was absolutely huge, and closed, so she worried it would be difficult to get into at all, but once she’d flipped open the latch holding it shut, it swung open easily, revealing an almost overwhelming number of rooms of all kinds. “Whoa,” she whispered, sitting down with a soggy crinkle, taking it all in. It was three floors, and each of them seemed to sprawl on and on, going from libraries to gyms to nurseries with seemingly little sense of flow or continuity.

It was nearly too much to take in, though she did immediately spot one thing that seemed out of place. She leaned forward, picking it up, turning it over in her hands. It was the corner of a wooden puzzle, and, after turning it around every way a couple times, she was able to deduce that it was the lower left piece, since it had the back legs of what appeared to be a cat on it. She nibbled lip, feeling like this was probably important, too, in some way, but setting it aside for the moment. She already had two dolls, after all, and a dollhouse… She was sure she was much closer with this.

Was the third doll, the little Serena, there already? She would have assumed that would be easy to tell, yet, with so many rooms, she wasn’t so certain… She tried to scan the house, room by room, finding herself leaning in closer to examine it, and closer and closer… She blushed, shook her head, reminding herself that, if the doll was the same size as the others, it wouldn’t be that difficult…

Except… She couldn’t help it. She tried to lean back, to pull away, only to find herself seeming to lean in more, the house getting nearer, and bigger in her vision, as she squeaked in fright, attempting to scoot back, to avoid it. The dollhouse was big, yes, but it wasn’t anywhere near big enough for her… Right? And yet, the more it pulled her forward, sliding her across the floor towards it, the less positive she was of that, the tiny rooms appearing larger and larger, and, if she didn’t know any better, she’d think it was from something more than just her perspective on them changing…

And then, suddenly, she wasn’t sitting on the floor of the escape room anymore; she was sitting in the middle of a dining room, staring up at a large table looming over her, made of pink plastic. “Wh-What?” she frowned, confused, turning to look around, flinching instinctively as she saw the daycare outside, even more gigantic than it had been before, and something huge swinging towards her rapidly. She ducked down, covering her head, whimpering.

Even from that position, she could see everything getting dark, and then lighting back up. When she dared to lift her head again, there was no sign of the daycare at all, just the dining room, filled with plastic furniture, lit by what she could see now appeared to be a bulb from a strand of Christmas tree lights. “No way,” she gasped, eyes widening as she scrambled to her feet, her hands feeling the plastic beneath them as she pushed herself up. When she was standing, she could see that the food on the table was all plastic, too.

She was inside the dollhouse! She looked down at herself quickly, running her hands over her bare skin, ensuring that she hadn’t been turned into a doll herself. The idea seemed absurd… But was it really any less likely than any of the rest of this? Thankfully, she could feel flesh there, although it wasn’t much of a comfort when she was trapped inside this place. Clearly, the dollhouse had been closed, and she suspected the latch was shut again… Not that it mattered much, since there was no way, at her current size, she’d be pushing open half of a three story building.

Frantically, she waddled over to the window, throwing aside the curtains and peering out the clear, plastic window. On the other side, she saw… herself. She was sitting there, looming large over the closed dollhouse, thumb in her mouth, staring vacantly down at the floor. “Hey!” she called, banging on the window, half hoping that it would pop out. “Hey, let me out!”

She shivered slightly as she saw the giant version of herself bend down, obviously hearing her, only to let out a giggle, and nothing more. Maybe that was for the best, she supposed… Who knew what it would do if it got its hands on her, and she wasn’t sure it was clever enough for her to communicate to it to open the dollhouse to let her out. But… How else was she going to get out of here?!

She gave the window another tap, finding it just as solid as before. There didn’t appear to be any way to open it, either. “Okay,” she sighed, trying to calm herself down. “There has to be something else…”

She scanned the dining room, scurrying over to the table to grab one of the plastic knives sitting next to the plates, waiting for the fake food to be served on them. It was nice, being large enough again that she could do that, since she had no doubt that any table back in the escape room would be so huge to her that she’d have to climb onto a chair first to even think about reaching the top, but the scale was still off, the utensils bigger than they ought to be in comparison to her, likely so they’d be big enough for anyone playing with the dollhouse to be able to pick up.

She shuddered at that thought, and at the sight of herself outside. That version of her was the size of a toddler, she knew… Which meant she was positively tiny now, more than small enough for that thing to pick her up and pop her in its mouth, if it wanted, and, as blank as its expression was, she wouldn’t have been surprised if it tried it, like a real toddler might have.

She jabbed at the window with the knife, but the ‘blade’ quickly bent, doing no damage whatsoever to the window. She threw it down in disgust, giving up on the window and toddling away from the room, trying in vain to remember the layout of the house to lead her to the front door, hoping she’d have better luck with that than a window.

The next room she went into, however, certainly wasn’t the foyer. Instead, it appeared to be an aquarium, the walls covered by stacks of plastic cubes filled with tiny, plastic fish, floating in what looked like real water. They were stacked so high, she had to get up on her tiptoes to reach into the top one and discover that, indeed, she was right. “Well, I guess I won’t die of dehydration here, anyway,” she mumbled. Beyond that, though, she wasn’t sure what to do here, and kept going through the door to find herself in a movie theater.

It didn’t look like a home theater, either – other than everything being made out of plastic, it looked like a screen at a proper theater, with cloth curtains hanging on the walls, the dim lighting making it difficult to see where she was going, and a large screen on one wall that lit up once she was halfway across the room, showing…

Another image of herself. She tried to look away, but the bright lights were too much for her to resist, and she felt her legs stop moving as she turned, cheeks blazing as she recognized what she was seeing. It was what had happened while she was in the TV! There she was, in her diaper and sneakers, stumbling awkwardly through her alphabet, surrounded by the rest of her squad.

She blushed, covering her face with her hands in mortification. It had felt real then, too, but, somehow, seeing it now, from the outside, looking at how utterly infantile she really did look, so clearly and almost immediately lost, so vapid and clueless… Maybe there was no point in trying to get out of this escape room. Maybe this was where she belonged… She was just a weak, pathetic, brainless little baby…

She hardly even realized she was starting to sit until she felt the squish of her wet diaper beneath her. Thankfully, that was enough to snap her out of it, to make her hop up off of the theater seat, to keep from continuing to wallow in her humiliation. She stared down at her feet, clamping her hands over her ears to muffle the sound of her own voice, and the laughter of the other cheerleaders, and stumbled forward, to the next door…

And there, to her great relief, was the foyer. She toddled straight to the front door, grabbing at the handle… And, of course, finding it locked. Or was it molded shut? She hadn’t tried it out, obviously, when she was bigger, so she had no idea if it was for show, or if it was actually functional. It definitely wasn’t budging now, even when she threw her whole weight against it. Part of her wished she’d brought one of the knives from the dining room, if only to try to slide the blade between the door and the frame, to see if it was all one piece or not… But what that worth going back there to try out?

She did, she noted, see a hole in the door handle, where a key might go… She had never heard of a dollhouse that locked, but she’d also never heard of one that sucked those playing with it inside, either, so who knew? It might be worth searching for that… Though, that would take time, and she didn’t have a ton of that left. There were more windows in this room, too, letting her see the huge room outside. They felt the same as the one from the dining room, and had no way to open, either; could she find something to break them somewhere in this place? She couldn’t afford to be trapped in here for too long, with time still ticking away outside… Unfortunately, she thought with a gulp, she might not have much in that matter…

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Serena looked down at her sagging diaper with a blush, but she couldn’t shake the idea that it was the key… At least to this particular ‘puzzle’, such as it was. Was this escape room really set up so that the way for them to get out was to force them to use their diapers?! She squirmed at the thought, though, in a way, it was almost a comfort… It meant that it had probably been inevitable, that it wasn’t really her fault, that she would have had to do it eventually…

For now, however, she had to decide what she was going to do about it. The changing table was right there, of course, and there were plenty of supplies… Did she really feel up to climbing up it again? To trying to haul those supplies up with her? And, to be honest, she didn’t have a ton of experience changing diapers at all, and none with changing herself… Starting with a messy diaper didn’t seem like a good idea… And, if she was right about this being necessary… Well, it would be worth using up one of their hints, right?

“E-Excuse me?” she fidgeted, feeling very much like a toddler in the moment, knowing what she was about to do. “C-Could I have a… a ch-change, please?”

“What’s wrong?” Serena jumped at the sound of the woman’s voice, starting to turn to face it, only to feel a huge hand reaching down, giving the seat of her diaper a pat. “Uh-oh,” the woman teased, running her hand up the girl’s lumpy backside, hooking a finger into the waistband, tugging it out. “I thought so,” she smirked, as if she hadn’t already known. “Did you make a messy, sweetie?”

“N-No!” Serena answered automatically, feeling suddenly bashful with the woman looming over her, looking so smug.

“Oh, you didn’t?” the woman raised an eyebrow. “I guess you don’t need a change after all, then. I’d better get going…”

“N-No!” Serena repeated, grabbing the hem of the woman’s dress. “N-No, you’re right… I-I did…”

“You did what?” the woman smiled, kneeling down in front of her. “What did you do, Serena?”

Serena groaned, face burning. “I-I… m-made a messy…” she stammered.

“Where?” the woman demanded. “Where did you make your messy, Serena?”

In a way, having to admit it, to say it out loud, was almost as bad as doing it in the first place… Almost. “I-I made a messy i-in my d-diaper,” she whimpered.

“Yes, you did,” the woman agreed. “And right in front of all your classmates, too… How embarrassing! But… Not too embarrassing, I suppose, because you waited this long to ask for a change. What’s wrong, sweetie? Do you like running around in poopy Pampers?”

“N-No!” Serena shook her head, letting out a yelp as the woman picked her up, laying her down on the top of the changing table. Immediately, the woman reached for something, and, almost before she could process it, Serena felt something soft being wrapped around her wrist. “H-Hey!” her eyes widened, but it was already too late, as she heard a click. She gave a tug, heart lurching when she reached the end of the strap attached to the wristcuff. She hadn’t seen that when she was up there before; now, the woman was already wrapping another around her other wrist. “Y-You don’t have to do that!”

“I don’t want you to fall off and hurt yourself,” the woman claimed, securing the other cuff, then moving on to Serena’s ankles, easily avoiding her kicks as she strapped her down, leaving her completely at her mercy. “Now, then,” she grinned down at the helpless, shrunken young woman in front of her, “let’s see what I can do for you…”

Serena blushed bright red as she watched the woman tear open the tapes on her diaper, revealing the icky mess inside. “My, my,” she teased, waving a hand in front of her nose. “You really did make a messy, didn’t you?”

Serena couldn’t bring herself to answer, even though the answer was very obvious to both of them at the moment. She stayed silent, mortified, as the woman cleaned her off, wiping her down until, finally, she felt clean again. The woman balled the diaper up, taping it into a bundle, and carried it over to the diaper pail. The lid lifted, moving upwards this down, rather than down into itself, and the woman dropped the diaper into it, the lid closing again. Serena squirmed, craning her neck in her restraints, trying to peek inside. Fortunately, she was at just the right angle to catch a glimpse and see that, while the pail was certainly not full, the diaper had taken up a fair amount of space inside. It would probably only take a couple more, she estimated… Hopefully, she wasn’t going to have to provide all of those herself, though, the last she’d seen, Alecia’s diaper was still perfectly fine.

Almost as if she was reading her mind – and, after everything else, it wouldn’t have surprised Serena that much – the woman pulled a fresh diaper up from the shelves below the girl, setting it down… And then grabbing another. “You really did fill that one up, didn’t you?” she mocked. “So much, in fact, that I think it would be a good idea to double you up.”

“D-Double?!” Serena thrashed uselessly in her bonds. It had been hard enough toddling around in one of those diapers… How much harder would it be with two?! She hoped she’d be able to walk, but she wasn’t sure… At the very least, it was definitely going to slow her down, which was not good, with as fast as time was running out for her to get out of this escape room. “I-I don’t need…”

“You’re right,” the woman nodded. “After a mess like that, you really need three.”

“Th-Three?!” Serena squealed, head spinning.

“That’s right,” the woman patted her on the head, setting a third diaper on the pile, Serena gulping as she saw how big and bulky it was. “You’re really going to have to work to fill these,” she gave the stack a pat, “up enough to deserve another change.”

“B-But… Th-That’s not fair!” Serena whined. She’d just figured out she what she needed to do, and now… How was she going to use her diapers enough now, when there were so many layers?! She thumped her mittened hands, and her Mary Jane clad feet, against the padded, crinkly surface of the changing table in frustration, while the woman opened up the first of the diapers, sliding it under her bottom, sprinkling on a bit of powder before taping it snugly into place.

“Poor baby,” the woman tickled her under the chin. “I bet I know what will make you feel better…”

She reached under the table one more time, this time producing what seemed to be a plastic egg, pink, of course. Serena furrowed her brow, confused until the second diaper was spread out beneath her, and the egg placed inside it, tucked snugly into just the right spot, the woman turning it on with a smirk right before she pulled the front of the diaper up, guaranteeing it would stay perfectly in place as it began to vibrate.

“Oh!” Serena gasped, her toes curling inside her Mary Janes as the motion took her by surprise. She hated to admit it, but it felt incredible, reverberating through the padding of her diaper… She had to remind herself that wasn’t a good thing, that this was hardly the time or place… She’d done some embarrassing things in her diapers already, but, somehow, that seemed like it would be the worst…

“Th-This isn’t fair!” she whimpered again, wiggling her bottom, unable to escape the vibrations while the woman prepared the third layer. “H-How am I supposed to concentrate on getting out of here, with…”

“Oh, sweetie,” the woman chuckled condescendingly. “You’re not going to get out of here.”

“Y-Yes, I am!” Serena insisted.

“Come on, Serena,” the woman shook her head. “You don’t even want to. I saw what happened on the TV… Everyone saw. We all know you want to stay here, in your big, thick diapers, and your sweet little dress, like the adorable baby you are. And look at your friend. It looks like she’s given up. Why don’t you, too?”

Serena bit her bottom lip, turning her head to look at Alecia. It certainly looked like the woman was telling the truth… The cheerleader was sitting there, in front of the dollhouse, staring at it. She wasn’t even playing with it, just sucking her thumb, a vacant look on her face. “Wh-What did you do to her?!”

“I didn’t do anything,” the woman said, taping up the final diaper and finally undoing the straps, lifting Serena down and setting her on the floor on her hugely padded bottom. Serena attempted to pull herself up onto her feet, but the diapers were too big, guaranteeing that she wouldn’t be able to do anything more than crawl… She groaned, pawing at her diapers, trying to push the vibrator away, to keep it from distracting her, her mittens keeping her from being able to do that, either.

“And you don’t have to do anything either,” the woman told her. “You can just sit here and enjoy yourself for your last twenty minutes… Nobody will blame you.”

“Tw-Twenty minutes?” Serena stared up at her nervously. Was that all that was left?! And here she was, stuck crawling, unable to use her hands, constantly distracted by the vibrator, both determined not to let herself have an orgasm in such a humiliating circumstance, and, in the back of her mind, wanting nothing more, after only a minute or two of feeling the buzz of the egg… She wasn’t even sure she could do all of the things in the room now, despite them being designed for toddlers.

“That’s right,” the woman grinned. “Twenty minutes, and all three of you are mine forever…”

What should Alecia do?

Keep exploring the dollhouse?
Look for a key for door?
Go back for knife?
Look for something to break down door or window?
Try asking for a change in here?
Or try asking for a hint?

And what should Serena do?

Look at the ring toys?
Investigate the toy box?
Go check on Alecia at the dollhouse?
Check out the coloring books?
Investigate the jack in the box?
Go down the slide?
Climb into the tunnels?
Or ask for a hint?

This decision has already been made, but if you’d like to catch up on the story, and help decide where it goes next, you can find it, and other exclusive stories, at my Patreon!