Gawkers

“Look what I got!” Allie giggled as she held it up, giving it a shake. “Isn’t that cute? It’s looking right at you! It knows I’m going to win!”

She smirked as she saw her friend blush, staring at the adult diaper Allie had bought online, thick and crinkly and white, except for the set of eyes across the front of the landing strip that seemed to belong to a cartoony giraffe character. Tina, Allie had to assume, was feeling the same way about this that she had when the package had finally arrived and she’d opened it up and seen it for the first time. This whole thing was fun, plotting and scheming, but now it was starting to feel too real.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Tina asked uncertainly. “Maybe…”

“No way,” Allie cut her off. “I already bought this stupid thing! What else am I going to do with it?! Besides… What if we see somebody we know there?”

“Oh, my God!” Tina snickered. “I hadn’t even thought of that! Who do you think might be into this?”

Allie shrugged. “You never know. And we’ll never know, unless we stick with this.” Tina agreed, seemingly never suspecting the real reason Allie was so adamant about not backing out was that she was positive about winning the bet, which left Tina as the one with the more dangerous job… And the one who was actually going to have to wear the diaper.

It had all begun when Tina had stumbled across the post online, filled with weird abbreviations and things that looked like code words. They might have ignored it, except that there was a picture attached that intrigued them, since it was of a local park. They were curious, but didn’t want to just show up, in case it was some kind of drug deal or something like that, so they did a little digging, and a little Googling.

What they found was far better than they ever could have guessed. It was a get-together for AB/DLs… Adult Babies. They’d vaguely seen some stuff about them online, heard jokes about them, but wouldn’t have expected to find any right under their noses. As soon as they figured that out, they knew they had to see it, to gawk at it in person… To do that, however, without being suspicious, they were going to have to blend in, so at least one of them was going to need to be in diapers.

They were also going to need an invitation, so, to improve their chances, they’d both made accounts on the websites where they’d found the info on the event and individually started chatting up different people who seemed to be in charge, making a bet with each other that whoever achieved it first could be the caretaker in their ‘relationship’ and make the other be the baby for the sake of the get-together.

Neither had been making much headway; apparently, this thing was better vetted than they’d anticipated, and their recently made accounts made it hard to convince their chosen targets that they were genuine. They’d begun to consider crashing the meeting point and hoping for the best… But then Allie had thought of buying the diaper in advance – they were going to need it eventually anyway – and using that to prove she wasn’t faking… Even though she was.

She’d already taken a picture of it, along with one of her old teddy bears and the other supplies she’d bought to go with it, the baby wipes, the powder, the lotion, and put it on her profile, the only photo up there currently, since neither wanted to show their faces, to have their real identities associated with this. ‘Getting ready for bed,’ she captioned it, waiting for her contact to notice it.

“You’re right,” Tina told her. “The reason I was having second thoughts, though, is… I did it!” She grinned, bouncing in place. “I got the invitation!”

“You what?!” Allie squealed in excitement, hardly able to believe her ears. This was really happening! And then, a moment or two later, it hit her what that meant. This was really happening… And she’d lost the bet. That diaper she’d bought, thinking it would be her ace in the hole, her guarantee that she wouldn’t have to wear it, was going to be going on her, not Tina…

Escape Room – Chapter 14

Serena stared up at the closed gate of the playpen with a gulp, a shiver running down her spine as she realized she was trapped. The door was so big, and the walls around it so high… While she was stuck in there like this, forced to crawl because of her triple diapers, unable to use her hands thanks to the mittens, she really had no hope of getting out…

As that shiver moved lower, however, she began to recognize that it wasn’t entirely one of terror… It was one of excitement. She wiggled her bottom, letting out a groan as she felt the vibrator again, buzzing through the mushy mess she’d already deposited into the seat of her diapers, while her tummy churned, ready for another round.

She would never have admitted it out loud, certainly not to Alecia, but what had happened last time had felt so amazing, it had been hard to care too much when the cheerleader had overpowered her, had let the suppositories slither their way into her pants once again. It was hard to mind the squishy mass squelching behind her as she crawled when letting it out had been one of the most pleasurable experiences she’d ever had.

She really shouldn’t be looking forward to it happening again… She ought to be trying to find a way to escape… But how was she going to do that? She truly had been reduced to a baby now, essentially, and there was nothing she could do about it. Why shouldn’t she get to enjoy it a little?

The playpen wasn’t really so bad… The walls made it feel separate from the rest of the escape room, safe and cozy with all the blankets and pillows around. And there were plenty of toys, too, including one that really caught her eye. She crawled over to it, her heart beating a bit faster, barely able to believe what she was thinking, what she was planning on doing… She’d come to this place to prove how smart she was, to get the chance to experience an escape room…

Instead, practically drooling at the prospect, she pulled herself up over the leg of the oversized teddy bear, settling her messy bottom down on it and starting to rub. The feeling of her mess squishing around her throughout her diaper ought to be grossing her out, and her memories of running around this place in a dirty diaper, and how humiliating that had been, almost did it… And then she nestled down onto the bear’s leg a little harder, pushing the buzzing egg closer to her, and she forgot all about that.

She peered up at the bear she was violating, blushing as she caught a reflection in its black, glass eyes, staring down at her. “L-Look at me,” she whimpered, not sure if she was talking to herself, or to the bear. “I’m such a little baby…”

Who else would have found themselves in this situation? Who else would be so enthusiastically humping a teddy bear in a messy diaper, looking forward to when, any time now, she made it even messier?

But the bear didn’t judge her. He didn’t care. “I-I’m a little baby,” she moaned again, grinding against the soft, fuzzy toy beneath her. “I’m a little baby…”

Already, she could tell she was getting close, in both ways. Were they going to sync up again? The thought brought a silly smile to her face, made her hump a bit faster, wanting to repeat that experience… Except… She tried to pause, to give herself a second to consider, to wonder if that was such a good idea. Alecia might still be able to pull this off, and, despite everything, she might try to save her… She should at least attempt to hold on, to try to remember what it was like to be a big girl, who didn’t enjoy this sort of thing… If the girl failed, there would be plenty of time for this later…

“Oh!” she gasped, head spinning as she felt her tummy begin to push again… And felt her toes curling in her shoes once more at the same time. “I did it!” she burbled, giggling as she stared up at the bear, drool dripping down her chin as she filled her diaper up further, another orgasm rocking her world at the same time. She knew this was probably bad, that she was irrevocably linking the two in her mind by letting this happen, that she was playing right into this place’s hands… But, by then, so no longer cared.

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“Fifteen?!” Alecia groaned, heart pounding. She knew the woman was just taunting her, wanting her to panic… But it was working. A part of her felt bad for trapping Serena like that; the rest of her was angry at Serena for trying to trick her, for wasting her time, for falling prey to this escape room’s traps… And leaving her all by herself to figure out how to get away.

“Oh, God,” she shook her head, looking around the room at all the places she hadn’t been yet, knowing that the final doll could be in any one of them… And there was a possibility, however slight, that she was wrong, that the dolls were a red herring and had nothing to do with opening the door. If she spent the last fifteen minutes searching for the last one, putting it into the dollhouse, and that wasn’t the key…

She shuddered. She hated to do it, especially knowing that Serena had asked for a change and used their only other one, but she had to get a hint. She had to know that she was doing the right thing, at the very least, and if she was lucky, maybe the woman would put her on the right track if she wasn’t. Perhaps the taunts had been because the woman knew that Alecia was barking up the wrong tree… Or perhaps they were because she knew that Alecia was on the right track, and wanted to distract her. Both seemed equally possible, and this was the only way to know for sure which it was.

“Excuse me?” she called, staring upwards, not knowing where the microphones, or whatever was being used to monitor them, was. “C-Could I get a hint?”

“Of course you can,” the answer came immediately from behind her, Alecia spinning around in surprise to find the woman towering over her smugly. “Finally ready to admit you don’t know what you’re doing, sweetie? Or are you ready to give up?”

Alecia blushed, looking up at her, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her state of undress again. She was proud of her figure, usually, and didn’t mind walking around in skimpy clothes… She didn’t typically go bare-chested, however, no matter how nice her breasts were… And doing so meant there was no way that the woman wasn’t aware of what Alecia could see from her vantage point, of how much better endowed the woman was. Her massive size helped, obviously, yet, even if Alecia hadn’t been shrunken down, the woman’s cleavage would have easily eclipsed her own. Alecia wrapped her arms around herself, feeling very much like a child next to her, even ignoring the wet diaper she was wearing.

“No!” Alecia shook her head quickly, not wanting any chance that the woman might mistake anything else she said for her agreeing to the latter. She wasn’t going to give up! She wasn’t going to let herself get stuck here! She wasn’t a baby!

“You’re sure about this?” the woman smirked, leaning down. “If you want another hint after this, or a change,” she gave Alecia’s diaper a pat, the girl blushing at the contact, “then you’re going to have to pay for it.”

Alecia hesitated. “P-Pay how?” she asked, staring up at the huge woman.

She chuckled. “That would ruin the surprise,” she teased. Alecia pouted, stomping her foot in frustration, then blushing as the woman simply laughed again. “How sweet,” she mocked. “Is that a yes, cutie?”

Alecia didn’t want it to be; she wanted to be defiant, to do this on her own… But she’d already decided she couldn’t do that. She’d made up her mind already, and she wasn’t going to back out now. “Yes, I’m sure,” she said, praying that she wouldn’t need any more help, and that she wouldn’t desperately need a diaper change in the next fifteen minutes. Normally, she wouldn’t have had to worry about that… Here, she wasn’t so certain. “Just tell me!”

“So impatient,” the woman cooed, as if she weren’t the one who had set the time limit, and kept reminding them about it. “Well… I’ll tell you this, little one. You and your friend,” her eyes turned to the playpen with amusement, “were both on the right track.”

Alecia’s eyes widened. “Wait… What?!” After all that, after she’d trapped Serena in the playpen… She’d been right?! She whimpered, a feeling of guilt starting to overwhelm her before reminding herself that, even if that was true, Serena shouldn’t have tried to force her to use her diapers the way she had… Not that it made her feel any better about what she’d done.

“You heard me,” the woman shrugged.

“That’s it?!” Alecia stomped her foot again, fuming. “That’s all you’re giving me?! That’s not fair! That’s barely a hint!”

“My, my,” the woman shook her head. “Don’t throw a fit.”

“I’m not!” Alecia folded her arms crossly, knowing that wasn’t entirely true.

“Whatever you say,” the woman replied, sounding unconvinced. She did continue, however, and, while Alecia was grateful for the clarification, it did make her feel a bit dirty, knowing how she’d gotten it, that, without even meaning to, she’d found herself acting like an unhappy child… “You do need to find all three dolls… And you do need to fill up the diaper pail. You won’t get out without doing both.”

At least Alecia knew now that she did need to figure out where the third doll was, though this didn’t put her any closer to finding it… And she knew that she had, indeed, locked Serena into the playpen when her suspicions had been correct. “But where is the doll?!” she demanded.

“It’s a toy,” the woman said. “Maybe you should look with other toys.”

Alecia rolled her eyes, looking around the room. “There’s other toys everywhere!” she complained, but the woman didn’t look likely to budge any further than that, prompting her to move on to the next part. “S-Serena used her diapers,” she pointed out. “Can’t you change her, and…?”

“She’d have to ask me, and I don’t think she’s going to be doing that,” the woman smirked, leaning down and picking Alecia up, lifting her up into the air so she could see over the walls of the playpen, watching in horror as Serena’s back arched, moaning in pleasure as the seat of her diaper expanded further, and she sank against an oversized teddy bear, looking quite happy and satisfied, considering what she’d just done, cuddling up happily as a blanket wrapped itself around her, tucking her in…

“Serena!” Alecia called desperately, kicking her feet, squirming in the woman’s grip. “Serena, you have to ask for another change!”

“Now, now,” the woman scolded, setting Alecia back down on the floor outside of the playpen and giving the back of her diaper a swat. “That’s cheating!”

“B-But I put her in there!” Alecia pouted. “I-I didn’t know… I-I didn’t think…”

“Besides,” the woman continued, “I think her diaper could take a little more, so she’s not quite ready…”

Alecia gulped, remembering what she’d just seen, how huge Serena’s diaper was, knowing that had happened when she’d gotten a change… But what else could she do? If this was what she needed to get out… “W-Would you change mine?”

“Of course!” the woman smiled. “Like I told you, it will cost you…”

Alecia didn’t like the sound of that… It couldn’t be worse than being stuck here forever, though. “O-Okay,” she nodded.

“And you’ll have to be ready for it,” the woman said, patting Alecia’s diaper again. “You’re soggy, but your diaper can take it. I don’t think you’ll be really ready for a fresh one until you mess.”

“M-Mess?” Alecia felt light-headed at the thought. She couldn’t do that! It had been bad enough, taking the form of Julianne’s doll, feeling its dirty diaper… There was no way she was going to do that herself!

“That’s right,” the woman cooed. “If you can be a good girl and make pushies, then I’ll change you… And not a second before.”

“No!” Alecia squealed, nose wrinkling. “I-I can’t do that!”

“Sure you can,” the woman encouraged her. “Your friends have both done it multiple times… I have no doubt you can do it, too…”

If Alecia was going to get out of here, she was going to have to fill her diaper… Or get Serena out of the playpen, and convince her to use her diaper another time, and then ask for a change… From what she’d seen, she suspected the girl wouldn’t mind the first part as much, but might not be as keen on the second. Or, if the state of Julianne’s doll’s diaper was accurate, she could go back there and free her and have her ask instead… But was she going to have time for that?! She still had to find the doll! And, while the woman had told her, when they switched rooms, that there was a way back, Alecia still hadn’t worked out what that was.

“H-How can I get back into the feeding room?” she asked.

“No,” the woman shook her head. “You’ve already gotten plenty of hints, little lady. If you want another, you’ll have to pay for that, too. Either way, whatever happens from here is your choice.”

She turned to walk away, leaving Alecia all alone to decide what to do. She did feel guilty for putting Serena into the playpen, but it really didn’t look like she was too bothered by it… Or had that been a trick of some kind? Had the woman shown her that to keep her from trying to rescue Serena? Alecia had escaped the playpen herself once, and maybe she could do it again if she wanted to get Serena out… If it wasn’t a trick, however, it was hard to tell if the girl would even want to come with her, and she didn’t have a lot of time to talk her into it and to look for the doll… And to decide if she was actually going to give in and poop her pants so she could get a diaper change.

“Okay,” she told herself, taking a deep breath, sorting out all of her options in her mind. “What am I going to do?”

Should she…

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 get Serena out of the playpen?
Mess her diaper and ask for a change?
Or ask for another hint?

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Escape Room – Chapter 13

Serena knew the diaper pail was the key to this; she was positive about it! Alecia was being stubborn, and maybe that was because all she wanted to do was sit and play with the dollhouse some more, like a dumb little baby. Fine… Serena would just have to figure something else out.

But… What? She was already sure she didn’t have time to use her diaper enough to earn a change of her own… And it didn’t seem fair that she’d have to do that again anyway. She’d messed herself twice since she’d arrived here… She’d say she’d done more than her fair share at this point. Why was Alecia so insistent on staying in her soggy diaper?

She got what seemed like an answer a few moments later, as the girl went back to playing with her dolls, her expression going vacant and infantile again, the way it had been the last time Serena had seen her with the dollhouse. Her fears had to be right… Alecia did want this. It was a scary thought, one that made her feel very alone… However, it wasn’t the end of the world. If she was really was right about the diaper pail, perhaps she could find a way to take advantage of it even without Alecia’s help.

In order to do that, though, at least one more person was going to need a change, and Alecia would be the easiest. If she could be sneaky enough, maybe she could find a way to help her along while she was distracted… She had no doubt the changing table would have plenty of things like that somewhere on its shelves, if she looked hard enough. Whether she’d be able to use them with her mittens on was another story, but she could worry about that when the time came.

She crawled her way back towards the changing table. What she needed was going to have to be on the bottom shelves for her to get to it, so that’s where she began, pawing clumsily through bottles of baby powder and lotion and peering in at what was behind them, doing her best to ignore the constant buzzing in her diaper as she wiggled her bottom, searching desperately…

She looked back just in time to see the diaper that was floating behind her, unfolded and splayed out, like a mouth ready to close on her already heavily padded behind. She squeaked and rolled away, the diaper snapping shut on the open air a second later, fastening itself into a closed bundle and falling the the floor. She let out a sigh of relief as she pushed herself back up onto all fours. She should have known there would be some kind of trap here… It was a good thing she’d avoided it; she had a hard enough time getting around with only three diapers!

She assumed she was safe, now that the diaper was lying still on the floor, but she didn’t want to get too close anyway, just in case, looking at the bottom shelf on the other end of the table, then, when she didn’t find anything there, getting up onto her knees to try the next shelf up. “Ah-ha!” she declared, seeing something beyond the boxes of baby wipes. She brushed those aside, stretching back, trying to clasp her mittened hand around one of the jars of suppositories she saw there.

How she was going to use them, she didn’t know yet, but she knew from experience that, after Alecia had messed herself, she wouldn’t be able to resist asking for a clean diaper. It was hard to believe she’d waited as long as she had, and she doubted Alecia would be as resilient as her, no matter how dedicated she was to acting like a toddler.

Getting them off the shelf was the first challenge, and even that was proving too much for her, the mittens not wanting to close enough to grab onto the container. She had to reach in with both hands in an attempt to capture it between them, and, even then, she wound up knocking it over, sending tiny, white bullets scattering across the shelf.

With a frustrated sigh, she brushed them aside, trying for another one of the jars, so focused that she didn’t noticed the loose suppositories wriggling on the shelf, starting to move on their own, rolling to the edge of the shelf and then dropping off, floating in the air as they circled behind her…

She did feel something on her leg, reaching back to swat it away, assuming it was a bug, even though she hadn’t seen any others in this place since she’d arrived. It didn’t fly away… Instead, she felt it continue to move next to her skin, slithering under the legband of her diaper. “Get out!” she poked at the bulky padding uselessly, freaked out a little at the sensation of the thing continuing to creep along, moving between her legs and then…

“H-Hey!” Her eyes widened as it pushed itself into her bottom. She wiggled in place, trying to make it go away, only to feel it moving further inside… And then, at last, she realized what it was, as she felt the process beginning again. She looked down in time at the initial contact to see another suppository slip into the legband of her diaper, vanishing inside before she could try to stop it.

“Oh, no…” This couldn’t be happening! She wasn’t supposed to be getting set up for yet another dirty diaper! She didn’t even know how she could have anything else inside her stomach, however, she could already feel the pain starting, even before the second suppository inevitably inserted itself. Now that she knew what she was looking for, she was able to spot the next one in time, swatting it out of the air, pinning it beneath one mitten, while her attention returned to the shelf they were coming from, seeing more ready to begin their journey. She blocked them with her other mitten, nibbling her bottom lip as she sat there, wondering about how she was going to deal with this.

Or… Maybe this was for the best. She didn’t know if she’d be able to get a change with just another messy diaper – and, like it or not, that seemed impossible to avoid now. These things seemed to have a mind of their own, however… If she could just get them over to Alecia, they ought to finish the job for her.

She scooped as many of them between her mittens as she could, holding her hands together as tightly as she could. The one she’d been pinning to the floor got loose, and quickly made its way into her diaper, but she got most of the ones from the shelf trapped. She looked over at the dollhouse, and the cheerleader staring blankly at it and drooling. It wouldn’t be easy, scooting her way over there on her knees… Especially because that meant letting her diaper drag along the ground, which, in turn, would make the vibrator so much harder to ignore as it was pushed more firmly up against the innermost layer of her diapers… She’d gotten this far, though, and she wasn’t about to give up now.

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The dolls were definitely a more promising lead than Serena’s suggestion, by far. She didn’t get the sense that Serena was willing to help her look for the final one, which would have been a big help, but if Alecia was going to have to do this on her own, she’d have to place Julianne’s doll eventually anyway… It would have been nice to have Serena working on the outside while she did that, of course, though, since that wasn’t happening, she’d just do it all herself.

She picked up Julianne’s doll, turning it over in her hand, feeling bad as she looked at it. Obviously, now that she was stuck in only her diaper and socks, she took the cake; before that, however, she’d say that Julianne had been given the most babyish outfit, with her bib, bonnet, diaper cover, and booties, all pink, and she’d been in it from the start. And she’d been trapped in that high chair from the start, too… The diaper cover kept her from getting a good view of the diaper underneath, so it wasn’t as easy to tell as it had been with her own doll, yet she was pretty certain the back of it was looking pretty lumpy…

They still needed to find a way to get back to the first part of the escape room, to free Julianne. She had no clue how they were going to do that, if they were going to have time… She didn’t want to leave her friend behind, but, at the same time, she didn’t want to risk winding up here forever… For now, all she could do was keep doing what she knew, and hope it would lead them to be reunited, or show her how to do that…

“Okay,” she took a deep breath, scooting in a little closer to the dollhouse. “Here we go…” She attempted open it up while staying back far enough to avoid the pull of the toy, to observe from a distance so she could try to work out what room the doll was meant to go in… But she felt the same pull as before, the dollhouse appearing to grow as she was sucked in towards it, diaper crinkling as she frantically scooted backwards uselessly, until…

“Wait, what?” Alecia blinked, a sense of deja vu washing over her. She knew this room she’d found herself in… She might not have spent a ton of time in it, but that time had certainly been memorable… She was right back in the feeding room, the first part of the escape room… And she was sitting in the high chair, where she’d left Julianne.

That was all that was familiar, however… She looked down at herself, head spinning as she saw a completely different body than the one she was used to, that she’d only seen from the outside before, frowning as she lifted up its hands, turning them over… As she shifted in her seat, she became aware of another new sensation as well.

“Oh, gross!” she groaned, wrinkling her nose, knowing immediately that she’d been right about what the seat of the doll’s pants looked like, and what the warm, mushy mass in her diaper was. She’d managed to avoid it so far, had looked down on Serena for doing it, and yet, she’d wound up in a messy diaper after all. It wasn’t even her fault! She shouldn’t have to deal with this! It was so squishy, so humiliating, so babyish… All she wanted to do was to get out of it…

In a way, though, didn’t she deserve this? If she’d been able to get Julianne out of the high chair, this probably wouldn’t have happened, at least not so quickly… And, while she had offered to be the ‘leader’ at the start of the game, she hadn’t pushed that hard for it, which was why Julianne was the one who had ended up in this position…

She was so distracted, she almost didn’t notice the baby food jars that began to float towards her. Like everything else here, they seemed doll-sized, so she had no idea of there was any baby food in them… But she didn’t want to find out, either. Her heart began to pound, remembering how she’d tried, and failed, to open the lock on the tray in the real room, wondering if there was going to be a repeat here, if she was going to end up trapped in the exact same way Julianne was…

When she gave the tray over her lap a shove, however, using all of her strength, it popped off, clattering to the floor, the plastic it was made of clearly nowhere near as strong as what the real thing was made out of. She ducked the incoming jars, hopping down from the chair and scrambling away, nose wrinkling as the movement made the mass in her diaper shift and squelch, ignoring it as best she could as she hurried towards the open baby gate that, in this escape room, had led her to the playroom…

In the dollhouse, however, you could never tell where the rooms would connect. She hadn’t really expected to find herself in another playroom there, with, perhaps, another, tinier, dollhouse in it, but she also didn’t expect to discover a jail cell, brick walls stretching up all around her, with a small, barred window on one of them. She spun around towards the baby gate she’d just come in through, and found that it seemingly grown, transforming into the cell door. She grabbed the bars, giving them a shake, whimpering in fear. Had she screwed up? Was there no way out of here now? Would she have been better off sticking with the feeding room after all?

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, though she nearly gagged as she caught a whiff of her diaper at the same time. There had to be something she could do… She looked around the room, and she could see things written on the walls, spotted a deck of cards strewn across the floor in front of the tiny cot in there… And, to her surprise, she saw another door, off in a dark corner.

She waddled over to it, reaching out for the doorknob, only to stop herself short. There was something written above it, too… Unfortunately, like the things scrawled on the wall, she couldn’t read it. It did strike her as odd that a jail cell would have another door in it like this, however… What was the point of it? It seemed to odd, so artificial…. Obviously, this wasn’t a real jail, but why even have it in the dollhouse if it was that easy to get out of?

Unless… It wasn’t a jail cell at all, really, and that wasn’t what it was going for. It looked like one, of course… But it was almost like it was there solely for her to figure out how to open the cell door. Like it was an escape room.

“This is it!” she declared out loud. She didn’t know a ton about escape rooms, but she had heard some of her other friends talk about them, including Julianne, and she knew this was a theme that had come up more than once. It made sense… What better place to try to ‘escape’ from than jail? And Julianne was into these things, so it was an awfully big coincidence for this room to have shown up in the dollhouse while she was in Julianne’s doll form… This must be Julianne’s equivalent of the football field for her!

She wasn’t going back to her body, however, now that she was here. She must have to do something else, like she’d done the cheer for herself… And the only real thing that made sense to do in an escape room was to escape… Except… How was she going to do that?! All those things on the wall must be clues, she was certain… She couldn’t read them, though, so she had no way of solving whatever puzzle they were presenting her with.

“This isn’t fair!” she whined, crossing her arms. Had this whole thing been for nothing?! Was she going to have to go back and convinced Alecia to help after all? She couldn’t even guarantee that Alecia would be able to find this room if she went in… She’d gotten incredibly lucky getting here so quickly herself!

There had to be something else she could do… She scanned the room again, frantically, flopping down onto her knees by the cot to look at the cards, careful to keep her bottom above the floor. They didn’t mean anything to her, either, unfortunately… Frustrated, she tossed her head back and groaned, just to bump it against something behind her.

“Ow!” She rubbed her head, turning her head with a frown. The mattress on the cot was thin, but it hadn’t looked so bad that she ought to have felt the bedframe so obviously through it… And that was, she realized after a moment, because that wasn’t what had poked her. She lifted up the mattress and found part of a broken broom handle under there, poking out ever so slightly.

“Okay,” she mumbled to herself, picking it up and looking at it. “What can I do with this?” Other than the window, she didn’t see anything high up on the walls that it seemed like she should be trying to reach… And, even with the broom handle, the window was way too far off. Maybe if she moved the bed underneath the window and climbed on top… But what would she be trying to reach out there?

Handle in hand, she took a quick waddle around the cell one more time, praying that inspiration would strike… And, as she got close to the cell door, that’s exactly what happened. Beyond the bars was mostly darkness… Mostly. She could see a little of the outside of the cell’s wall, however, and, just beyond where she would have been able to reach on her own, she spotted a light switch.

She fed the broom handle out from between the bars, swatting at the switch until she managed to turn it off. The cell was immediately plunged into darkness, proving that there was nothing outside the window after all, no light coming in through it. There was nothing…

Except for a small light on the ground. She kept her grip on the broom handle firm, not wanting to drop it and lose it, shuffling across the pitch black, bending over to investigate. One of the symbols on one of the cards had a faint green glow to it. She didn’t know what it was, even whether it was a letter or a number, but she added it to her little collection of objects, turning around and stumbling back across the cell, fumbling to hit the light switch outside again.

She got lucky, only missing a few times before it worked. She blinked, getting used to the light again, peering down at the card and seeing that it was the Queen. She traced the symbol in the corner of the card that had been glowing, making one more round of the cell, looking at the graffiti, comparing it all to what was on the card until she found a match, tentatively reaching out, giving the brick it was on a push…

The brick slid into the wall, revealing a space carved into the brick beneath it. Nestled inside that was a large, metal key, exactly the kind she’d expect to open the cell door. “I did it!” she squealed. Despite everything, despite how dumb this place had made her, despite how much of a baby it had been treating her like, she’d solved it, all on her own.

Maybe, she thought to herself with a smile, things weren’t as hopeless as she’d thought… She’d always felt so ditzy next to Julianne… But maybe she wasn’t as stupid as she’d assumed, if she was still capable of this, despite everything the nursery had done to her…

Her fingers closed around the key and she picked it up proudly, lifting it into the air, and she felt another tug as she whooshed back out of the doll’s body, back to her own…

Serena turned around, wiping her damp chin, blushing, knowing she must have been drooling all over herself, although she was very grateful to be back in a diaper that was only wet. Her head felt so much clearer now… In fact, as she got her bearings back, she glanced down at her diaper, the warmth in her cheeks intensifying as she saw, at last, what they said.

‘Brainless Baby Brat.’ It was, she supposed, not entirely inaccurate… Or, it hadn’t been. There was definitely still some fog in her mind, so she didn’t think she was fully restored by any means, but at least she could read again… And, presumably, her potty training was back, too, in that case. She didn’t want to get too cocky about it, knowing how easy it would be to lose all that again if she got lured into another trap here, yet it felt like a major victory in the moment.

And then she saw Serena, awkwardly pulling herself across the floor, hands clasped tightly together. “What, uh…?” Alecia frowned. “What are you doing? Did you get your mittens glued together or something?”

She wasn’t sure what did it, if those same instincts would have kicked in if she hadn’t broken through part of the curse that had drained her brain, but, as she was now, there was no mistaking the look of panic that came over the girl. “Serena,” Alecia’s eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Serena shook her head, starting to open up her hands. “I’m just doing what I have to do…”

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Serena was holding on by a thread, knowing she was moments away from having another orgasm, and that, if it happened before she got close enough to Alecia, those suppositories were probably all going to target her. So there really was no time to explain, to try to make Alecia see reason… All she could do was let them go and scamper away, and hope the cheerleader was distracted enough by all that not to see her getting off…

Unfortunately, Alecia was faster than her, lunging forward, clamping her hands on either side of the mittens, keeping them closed. “Serena!” she scolded. “What is going on?!”

“Just let me do it!” Serena moaned, trying to thrash free of Alecia’s grip, only for the girl to push her backwards, sending her toppling onto her back, following her and sitting down right on her stomach to pin her in place.

“Serena, you are going to tell me what you’re up to right this minute,” Alecia demanded, “or else…”

But it was too late. The extra pressure on Serena’s tummy was too much, and she let out a gasp as she felt her diaper starting to fill again… And, as her attention turned to that, she stopped concentrating on resisting the vibrator’s siren call, another, far more pleasant, sensation coming over her at the same time, her mind confused, not knowing how to react, what to do, as it was caught in the middle of the humiliation of pooping her pants, and the ecstasy of an orgasm, all at the same time, her moans and grunts melting into one another as she writhed on the floor…

“Serena!” Alecia looked disgusted, hopping off of her. “Oh, my God!”

Which did she realize Serena was doing, or did she know it was both? Serena wasn’t sure which possibility was worse… And this was bad, right? She felt like it should be… But, if she was being honest with herself, that wasn’t how it felt… If anything, this felt even better than the first time she’d succumbed to the vibrator… That couldn’t be right, though… What was this place doing to her?!

In Alecia’s hurry to get away from her, she’d forgotten about what Serena was hiding… And Serena almost did, too, to be fair, thanks to her distractions. As she panted and blushed, however, she caught sight of her hands, and, with a giggle, she opened them up, watching the suppositories take flight, zooming towards the cheerleader.

“Whoa, what are..?” Alecia ducked out of the way, squinting. “What the hell are those?!”

Serena couldn’t have answered even if she wanted to, in the throes of passion and mortification, barely able to register what was going on as she got to see Alecia swatting aside one of the suppositories as it headed for the waistband of her diaper. “Get away from there!” she ordered, stepping back, trying to keep an eye on all of them as they buzzed around her. “Serena, what are these things? Why do they want in my diaper?!”

Being able to stand up, and having full use of her hands, did help Alecia as she dodged them, but Serena knew it wouldn’t last forever… They seemed to be learned, splitting up, a couple flying behind the girl while they thought she was paying attention only to the two in front of her. Serena could see Alecia’s gaze flickering back towards her, and her diaper, putting together what was happening there with what she saw attacking her…

“Seriously, Alecia?!” she fumed. “I told you, I don’t want to get my diaper changed! Maybe you’re happy being like that, but I’m going home!”

“I-It’s not so bad…” Serena managed to gasp out as she finished up, too tired to get up or try to explain herself yet.

“Yeah, I’m sure you don’t think so…” Alecia eyed her. “But I don’t want this! I don’t want to stay here!”

Serena didn’t either, of course… Or she didn’t think she did, anyway… She hadn’t, would have never even considered it, until this… Now, there was definitely a part of her that wondered what she’d been missing out on… That was glad that, despite how full her diaper was feeling, it seemed clear, looking at it from the outside, that they weren’t going to be considered full enough to earn her a change yet…

Alecia side-stepped the suppositories again, then dived back towards Serena, sitting down on her stomach again. Serena blushed as her vision was filled with the sight of the girl’s soggy diaper, completely blocking her view of what Alecia was doing. She did feel the girl’s hands closing around the waistband of all three layers of her diaper, however, giving them a tug…

“There!” Alecia shouted. “If you want to go in a diaper, go in there!”

And, sure enough, they did, following the path of least resistance, zooming their way into the easiest diaper they had access to, while Serena was pinned beneath Alecia, unable to do anything about it. “Alecia!” she wailed, kicking her feet, feeling the suppositories wriggle their way inside of her bottom… But she couldn’t deny that there was a warmth building between her legs at the thought that she might be not that far off from a repeat performance…

“No!” Alecia snapped, standing up and rolling Serena over onto her stomach with her foot before grabbing her by the ear, hauling her onto all fours with it. “I’ve had enough of you… I don’t know what you’re up to, but I clearly can’t trust you, and I can’t afford to let you try to sabotage me again!”

“I-I wasn’t…” Serena pouted, helplessly struggling to crawl fast enough to keep up with Alecia’s pace, her eyes widening as she saw they were headed towards the playpen, the gate swinging open invitingly as they approached. “I-If you’d listen…”

“I don’t think so,” Alecia told her, shoving her through the gate. “You can stay in here until I figure out how to get out of this place, and then if you want to stay here and be a baby forever, you can… But I’m going home.”

“Alecia!” Serena gasped, scrambling frantically forward, her massive, messy diaper slowing her down too much to make it before the gate swung closed, latching itself automatically, trapping her inside.

“Good luck with that,” the woman’s voice chuckled from overhead. “You’re down to fifteen minutes now, little ones… Do you really think that’s enough time to get away on your own?”

What should Alecia 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?
Or ask for a hint?

And what should Serena do?

Try to find a way out of the playpen?
Enjoy her diapers a little more in the privacy of the playpen?
Try to ask for a change to see if the woman will take mercy on her?
Or ask for a hint?

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A Normal Mission

“Wait,” Nyx frowned. “You mean THAT Mommy?”

The Leviathan nodded sadly, shaking his head. “We think so… We should have looked into her more before we invited her in, but after we saw what she did to Aphrodite… We assumed we could trust her. And then she let slip one of the other groups she worked for after that, and they’ve all vanished. In fact, everyone we can find any record of having worked with her fell off the map afterwards, in one way or another.”

Nyx frowned. “That is troubling,” she admitted. “I just wouldn’t expect that from someone with… that gimmick.” Of all the ways that someone could deal with a supervillain, Mommy’s methods did seem relatively innocent – or at least nonviolent – but certainly strange. “Can’t you just ask to tour her base?”

“We already accepted her,” The Leviathan shrugged. “And if we’re wrong, we don’t want to offend her… That’s why we need you. You’re the only one on the team she isn’t aware of.”

Of course she wasn’t; most of the team didn’t know about her. The Leviathan did, since he’d hired her, and a couple of his right hand men and women had been told in the past, when it was necessary. Nyx was a spy, however, and that required a level of secrecy that not every member could be trusted with.

“Okay,” she told him. “I’ll go take a look around.”

“Thank you,” he sighed. “I hate to do this, but… We need to know.”

“Of course,” she agreed. “Better safe than sorry.”

“And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this…” he began, the same way he did before every mission.

“I’ll be careful,” she finished for him. “And discrete. She’ll never know I was there.”

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That proved more difficult than Nyx had anticipated. Nyx did a few reconnaissance runs, checking out Mommy’s base from the outside, but it seemed very secure. There did appear to be plenty of people working there, however, so that was her way in.

She felt very silly, going on a job in a cute little pink skirt, and a puffy-sleeved button-up shirt, rather than her usual catsuit, however, she knew that would help her blend in more. It seemed to fit the aesthetic of the nurses who worked there fairly well, as did the hair extensions she had put in to lengthen her normally closely cropped hair. She always kept it just long enough so she could pull that trick, since, otherwise, she’d have been happy to keep it as short as possible.

She was glad she had in this case… As soon as she walked in, she could feel the nurses staring at her, judging her… She wasn’t sure a wig would have done the trick, and even clip-in extensions might have been too obvious if they were paying too much attention to her. The more permanent one she’d had applied were far more expensive, and had taken a long time to get applied, but they blended in perfectly, despite how odd it was to her to suddenly have hair almost all the way down her back.

“Hi!” she smiled cheerfully, the hair, at the very least, making it more easy for her to get into character as someone more girly, more chipper, than her real self. “I was just wondering if maybe I could get a job interview?”

The nurses looked at one another in confusion, which sent a shiver of worry down Nyx’s spine. Had she guessed wrong? Villains almost always had very high turnover rate with their henchpeople, so she’d assumed they’d always be looking for new recruits… Or maybe The Leviathan was wrong in the first place, and Mommy truly was the hero she claimed to be.

“Of course,” one of the nurses said after a moment. “Our boss is out for the moment, so you’ll have to wait, I’m afraid, unless you’d like to come back later.”

Nyx hid a grin; she’d waited until Mommy was gone to an emergency meeting she’d had The Leviathan call for the team for just this purpose. “I’d be happy to wait!” she offered, already having eyed the lobby, picked out the perfect seat to sit in where she could wait and watch the nurses, waiting for the perfect moment to slip back through the door into the rest of the facility, when they weren’t looking…

“We have a waiting room inside, in that case,” a nurse told her. “Come right this way.”

“Oh,” Nyx blinked, shocked at her good fortune. “Sure!” She followed the woman eagerly, letting herself be led to a small room. The nurse asked if she wanted anything to drink while she was waiting, and she shook her head. “I’m fine!” she exclaimed. “You’ve been a huge help already!”

The last thing she wanted was to give any of the nurses a reason to return to the room. It was perfect here, past their reception desk… All she had to do was wait for this nurse to leave, and she could sneak out and have free reign!

“I’m afraid I will have to confiscate your purse, however,” the nurse said.

Nyx shifted in place, resisting the urge to react. How had she known what was in there?! Had she passed through a scanner on her way here, coming in the front door, or past the reception desk? Was there one in this room? If that was the case, where was the nurse seeing the results? Or was she guessing that Nyx could have something hidden in there? She did, of course, plenty of disguised spy equipment, along with a knife so she could cut her hair quickly if she needed, to give herself a secondary disguise once she was this far, if it came to that, if she thought she was going to be caught and didn’t want them to recognize her as the woman who had shown up asking for an interview…

“Is that really necessary?” Nyx asked. “Th-There’s not a lot to do here, so I was gonna play on my phone, or…”

“It is,” the nurse replied. “You’ll get it back after the interview.”

She probably could have gotten the knife out before the nurse could react, but she had no idea if Mommy was evil or not at this point, or if the nurse had anything to do with that, so she didn’t want to kill her, and taking her hostage would potentially cause a huge scene… “Okay,” she handed the purse over reluctantly. She could still take a look around, without planting any bugs, or hidden cameras…

That did mean, though, that she needed another disguise while she investigated. If possible, she wanted to be able to do what she needed to do, then go back to the waiting room as if nothing had happened. Obviously, cutting her hair would have made that difficult anyway, but it was always meant to be a last resort… And, at the time, she’d assumed she would be able to keep her things. She could have left at any point then, rather than having to decide between doing that and abandoning her purse, hoping nobody was able to trace anything in it back to her real identity, or having to wait for her interview so she could get it returned to her. She did want to at least change her outfit, however… And, while she might not have been happy about what it was, the first room she made her way into, after sliding out of the waiting room, provided her with something very, very different to wear…