Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 31

Chapter 31 – An Appropriate Wardrobe

“My word, I can’t believe you wear these,” Bianca shook her head in disgust as she tossed another pair of underwear into the trash can. “Well, you certainly won’t be doing so in this house.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alisa groaned, too concerned with keeping her trainers clean to worry too much about the loss of her adult panties, since, more than likely, she’d have lost those anyway if she failed at her task.

“Do you have no decent underthings?” the woman sighed, giving Alisa a look of disapproval. “It’s a good thing you found my ad. You clearly need some guidance, and I think I’m just the person to give it to you.”

Alisa gritted her teeth and nodded her agreement, even though she knew the woman’s guidance would take her on a path that ended with her a foot tall, and back in diapers yet again. She had to agree, however, to keep Bianca happy and not suspicious, to give herself more time to search the house.

“Sit still!” Ms. Caldwell snapped, glaring at the girl. “Do you have ants in your pants or something? Someone your age should be capable of staying stationary for a couple minutes!”

“I’m sorry, I just…” Alisa tried to explain, to earn a reprieve from this to run to the bathroom, although she was afraid that it was already too late, that standing up would be all it would take to end her struggles, and not in the way she wanted.

“I don’t need excuses, young lady. Sit quietly and wait for me to try to find you something to wear. Once you’re dressed and ready for the day, then we can see to whatever concerns you have; you are not leaving this room dressed like that!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alisa squeaked, biting her bottom lip as she felt a thick, warm intruder in her pull-ups, right as the woman was staring her down. She didn’t even give her new instructions a second thought as she frantically began to press her backside against the mattress, trying to stem the flow to no avail. The fiber had done its work, bulking up the contents of her bowels and softening it enough that, at this point, holding it in was all but impossible. The fact that she was sitting was likely slowing its progress, but there was nothing she could do to completely stop it.

“You don’t listen, do you?” Bianca walked over to the blushing girl, smacking her thigh. “Stop fidgeting!”

“But…” Alisa whimpered, earning her a finger shook right in her face, reminding her that Bianca didn’t want to hear her excuse. The woman shook her head at Alisa, then walked over to a bookcase on one wall of the room, choosing what looked to be the largest, heaviest volume on the shelf.

“If you drop this,” she warned, “you’ll be getting a spanking this morning.” The woman lifted the book, laying it down on top of Alisa’s head. “And the same if I hear another word from your mouth unless I’ve asked you a direct question.” There was no question of whether Alisa understood, or even heard, Bianca simply turned back to the dresser to continue her search, confident that her tenant was sufficiently cowed.

For her part, Alisa was still busy filling her pants, now completely helpless to stem the flow. She wasn’t sure if her wiggling had done any good, but just doing something, no matter how simple, had let her believe it was helping, just a little. Now, if she tried that, the book was sure to fall – even just sitting there, she was sure she could feel it wobbling, almost falling off. She knew people could walk around with books balanced on their heads, but that wasn’t exactly a skill she had ever perfected herself. She took a bit of solace in the thought that even if she had gotten plenty of practice at it beforehand, even the best balancer was sure to have trouble maintaining their focus while in the middle of messing themselves.

Then, when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, the moment she’d been dreading arrived. “What are these?” Ms. Caldwell asked, turning to face her audience again, holding up a pair of training pants, tugging at the waistband slightly before squeezing the padding between two fingers. “Why do you have these, Alisa?”

“Well, they… I just…” Alisa wished Bianca would go back to wanting her to stay quiet, as she had no good excuses cooked up. She’d had time, as Bianca had been digging through her drawer, but she’d been too busy with other things to concentrate on that, unfortunately. “I don’t need them!” she lied, regretting it almost instantly.

“I should hope not. If so, you really should have told me about it when you moved in – I’ve let you sit on my good furniture, and sleep on my bed without a rubber sheet. However, if you don’t need them, why do you have them?” Alisa opened and closed her mouth a time or two before giving up with a shrug that nearly sent the book toppling from her head. “I think you’d better let me see what you’re wearing right now, young lady.”

As the woman took her first step, Alisa froze, too panicked to say a word. That clearly couldn’t last, since Bianca wasn’t far from her, and letting her discover the truth after her last fib would only cause her more grief. “I’m wearing one!” she admitted. “I kept trying to ask you to let me use the bathroom, but…”

“Did you wet yourself? Stand up!” Bianca snapped her fingers, leading to Alisa jumping to her feet, book sliding onto the bed behind her, though she hoped she wouldn’t get in trouble for it since the woman had told her to do it. The final bit of the mess pushed out of her at once as she stood, leaving her in very full pants as her landlady walked to the bed, running her hand over the spot Alisa had been sitting on. “At least it’s dry,” the woman nodded. “Now take off those ridiculous little shorts and let’s see how bad of an accident you had.”

Alisa’s face flushed, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want the woman to see her poopy pull-up, but it seemed pretty unlikely she could prevent that now. She also didn’t want to actually admit what she’d done, either, even though things might go a little better for her if she could summon the courage to do so. Instead, she just stood there, frozen, and when she didn’t move, Bianca stepped forward, grabbing the waistband of her shorts. Alisa reached up to try to stop her, which was the wrong thing to do, as it resulted in Ms. Caldwell spinning her around.

She expected a swat on the backside, but the woman paused as she saw the girl’s rear. “What is this?” she asked, as Alisa felt a hand roughly push against the back of her training pants, spreading their contents more across her bottom as she squirmed. It wasn’t the first time she’d regretted choosing such tight, revealing clothes, but she had a bad feeling it would be the last. When she didn’t answer immediately, she got what she had been dreading as the woman spanked her. “Well?!”

“I had an accident!” Alisa blurted out, finding it only slightly easier to say it even when she knew the woman was already aware of it. “You gave me all that Metamucil yesterday, and then you made me sit here…”

“And you couldn’t wait a few minutes until I had found you an outfit?” Alisa could hear the disappointment in the woman’s voice, and a moment later, she felt her shorts being tugged down from behind, fully revealing her droopy, lumpy underthings. “Look at this! This is no little accident!” Bianca turned the girl back around, forcing her chin up with her finger to make Alisa look into her eyes, rather than down at the shorts still around her ankles. “What did you do, young lady?”

“You know,” Alisa pouted, just wanting this over with, now that the woman knew the truth. There was only one way this was going to end – she supposed she should be grateful for her brief reprieve from diapers, even if it hadn’t lasted a full day.

“Are you being smart with me? Go get the hairbrush!”

“I’m sorry!” Alisa squeaked immediately. “I’m sorry, Ms. Caldwell! I pooped my pants!”

“Yes, you did, and now you’re getting a spanking. The longer it takes you, the longer your spanking will be.” The woman turned to look at the clock while Alisa frantically toddled out of the room and down the hall, slowed by the shorts still tangled on her legs, to the bathroom, where she found the large, wooden-handled hairbrush, clearly made for a giant. Like an obedient little girl, she returned to her room with it, where Bianca immediately took it, bent her over the bed, and went to work on her mushy backside. “I don’t know what this is, young lady, and I don’t care! Either you really need these things, and you should have told me so I could properly protect my furnishings, or you did this on purpose! Either way, you’re insane if you think I’d ever trust you in big girl panties, especially ones as skimpy as the ones you brought!”

“I’m sorry!” Alisa wailed, squirming and crying. “I’ll wear diapers, I’ll be a good girl!”

“Is that what you want?” Bianca asked, halting the spanking for a moment. “You want to be a little baby again?”

Alisa thought back to the tiny women in cages from earlier that morning, shivering. “N-No, but…”

“You said you’d wear diapers… Did your mommy make you wear diapers? Is that why you offered to wear them now? Is that why you ran away?” When Alisa didn’t answer, Bianca punctuated each question with another spank. “I honestly thought you were a little more mature than the others, but clearly I was wrong. Well, I’m sorry, Alisa, but I have plenty of babies. All of my girls turn out to be babies in the end. I wanted a good little girl, someone to play with them, and help guide them into being big girls again. But you aren’t ready for that, are you?”

“No, I can!” Alisa told her desperately, already able to tell that this was not going in a good direction, sure she could see a birdcage in her not-too-distant future. “I’m a big girl! I just thought that was what you wanted…”

“You’re the one who brought up diapers,” Bianca reminded her. “I didn’t even mention the word. I think that’s what you want, isn’t it? You had this little ‘accident’ to get my attention. Well, guess what, little girl? If you want diapers, you can have them… But you’re getting them on my terms. Now march on down to the kitchen.” One final spank was all the motivation Alisa needed to scurry off of the bed, nearly falling over her shorts, though when she reached down to finally pull them off her legs, Bianca barked, “Leave them!”

So, awkwardly, Alisa stumbled down the hall again, the opposite way this time, and down the stairs. With her pants acting as shackles, it was slow going, but when she took too long, Bianca was happy to encourage her to speed up with another swat. Once they were in the kitchen, Alisa could only stand and sniffle as she watched Bianca fill a large cup with water before measuring something out of two containers, mixing it up before handing it to the girl. “Drink up,” she commanded, leaving Alisa with little choice but to gulp down another large serving of Metamucil, while the results of the first batch was still smushed across her sore bottom. When she was finished, Bianca snatched the cup away, and, to Alisa’s dismay, filled it again.

Once the reluctant girl had drained the second cup, she was guided into the bathroom on the first floor, which Bianca had to unlock, where she was stripped out of her pajamas. Bianca threw them away, then took off her pull-up and tossed it into the same trash can before cleaning her up. After that, she sat on the toilet, pulled Alisa over her lap, and continued the spanking from before. Though she’d had plenty of experience with both over the last week, Alisa still wasn’t sure if it was better to be spanked on her bare bottom, or on her messy pants – the former hurt more, but the latter was more embarrassing. Getting both, however, in such quick succession was definitely the worst, and Bianca wasn’t going easy on her during this second go-round because of the first one. As it had been so often since coming to this world, her bottom quickly turned pink, then a bright shade of red, and all her experience wasn’t enough to keep her from crying through most of it.

After a while, Bianca pushed Alisa off her lap, guiding her over to the corner. As she stood there, Alisa could hear the bathtub begin to fill, and when Bianca turned her back around, she could see bubbles forming in the water. “You’re almost done,” Bianca informed her. “Once the tub is full, your spanking will be over.” With that, Alisa was hoisted back over the giant’s lap, this time with her head facing the bathtub so she could see the water slowly pouring from the faucet as the hairbrush continued to pound against her backside. She was sure Bianca must have set the water to flow as slow as possible, barely above a drip, as it felt like it would never finish, or that her bottom would burst into flames before it did.

Finally, Bianca stopped, lifting Alisa up and plopping her into the tub before reaching over and turning off the water. “Take a good look around,” Bianca instructed as she began to wash the girl thoroughly. “The only time you’ll be seeing the bathroom from now on is when I bathe you. You wanted diapers, so that’s what you’ll be using from now on. I’ll let you use a potty once a day to make your poopies, but if you need it any more than that, you’ll have to really beg.”

Alisa groaned, thinking of all the fiber she’d just been forced to ingest. “But…” she protested.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to help,” Bianca informed her. “Ugh… How unruly.” Alisa blushed as she realized the woman was now washing her privates, and scowling down through the bubbles at her pubic hair. “That will have to go, of course.” Alisa didn’t protest, but once the bath was over and she was spread out on a towel on the bathroom floor, watching as Bianca ran a razor over her now bare crotch, she couldn’t help feeling sad as that display of maturity was wiped away. Nobody had seen it but her, of course, but it was nice to know that, no matter how Ms. Caldwell had treated her, there was some vestige of adulthood left that couldn’t be touched. Except that now it had been, wiped out in a matter of minutes.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Bianca ordered, standing up once she finished that task. Alisa could hear the door locking once the woman had left, just to ensure she didn’t try to escape, but she wasn’t sure she’d have had the energy to run away anyway. She had lasted a little longer than she had in this world’s version of her body, but even as an indisputable young adult, she hadn’t even made it a whole day before landing back in diapers, spanked and shaved beneath them. The diapers Bianca returned with were huge, too, large mounds of cloth that the woman slid under Alisa’s bottom, raising it a few inches off the bathroom floor.

She was powdered and lotioned, as usual, but there was an extra step before the diapers were fastened, one that took her by surprise. “Stay still, Alisa,” Bianca told her, and, before she knew what was going on, she could feel something pressing against her backside. She groaned slightly, wiggling as she felt it pushing inward, too big to be a suppository or even an enema. It just kept coming, but by the time she realized how big it was, it was too late to stop it from invading her insides. She could feel it inside her, held in place, making her feel full despite having just emptied her bowels, while Bianca pulled the diapers into place, pinning them tightly around the girl’s waist before sliding a pair of rubber pants over top of them. They barely fit, squeaking slightly as they were tugged up over the bulging fabric, and once they were on Bianca tugged the waist and leg holes even tighter, securing a chain inside each with a tiny lock, ensuring that there was no escape.

Alisa felt about three feet tall as she was helped to her feet, barely able to stand with the thick diapers between her legs. Especially with the heat from her just spanked derriere, the diapers were sweltering already, and she could feel sweat forming beneath them. “I can tell from your clothes that you just want to show off that hot, young body of yours,” Bianca said, looming over the girl, “so that’s just what you can do. I tried to help you be a proper young lady, but you wouldn’t have any of it, so now you can be the baby you want to be – and since babies don’t care if they’re naked or not, you can run around like this until you convince me you’re ready for something else.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alisa replied meekly.

“As I said, you’re wearing diapers, but you’re wearing them on my terms. You are to come to me to ask permission before you wet them. If you do, you will be rewarded; if you don’t, I will be very cross with you. That plug will make sure you don’t make any messies without my permission. Like I told you before, you get one trip to the potty per day. I expect you to use it then. If you can convince me to let you go poopy more than once, I’ll remove your plug, and then you’ll have to wait fifteen minutes before I let you sit on the potty. If you have an accident in that time, you will be punished. If you don’t use the potty after all that, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alisa repeated.

“Good girl. Now, I’m sure you think you can outsmart me, so I’m going to demonstrate why that isn’t the case. Wet yourself.” Obediently, Alisa began to pee, only to feel a shock inside her diaper a moment before an alarm began to go off on something inside Bianca’s apron. The woman pulled a small device out of her pocket, pushing a button to silence it. “Pretty surprising, huh? It’s usually enough to stop any little accidents, at least at first. Of course, that won’t be your real punishment. Now, as for your reward…” She pushed another button on her device. “You now have my permission to continue.”

After that shock, Alisa was hesitant, but she had a feeling that Bianca would use her refusal as another excuse to punish her. She started peeing again, only this time once the urine began to soak into the cloth, something very different started to happen. The inner layer of fabric began to stiffen slightly, then, as she wet more and more, it began to vibrate, pulsing against her privates. After a week of forced chastity, she couldn’t help letting out a loud moan as the motion intensified, having to sit on the toilet, toes curling as the pleasure quickly built up inside of her. It was humiliating, letting this happen in front of Bianca, who looked like her teacher, knowing that she was the one in control, that it was only happening because Alisa was wetting herself like a baby, but she couldn’t help it.

As soon as it had started, Bianca ended it, pushing the button again and turning the diaper back into damp cloth, leaving Alisa frustrated and horny, on the verge of finally reaching an orgasm, yet unable to bring herself over that last hump. It was closer than she’d been all week, and, without thinking, she reached one hand down to her diaper frantically, which, of course, only caused her to start wetting again, shocking her and setting off Bianca’s alarm. She pulled her hand away quickly, but even in the brief amount of time she’d been touching it, she could tell that she wouldn’t have been able to feel anything through the thick diaper anyway.

“I’ll give you a pass this time,” Bianca said, turning off the alarm, “but only because I know that was a little cruel of me. You didn’t have to beg this time, however, so it seemed unfair to simply let you enjoy your full reward. Now, come along… Babies like you aren’t allowed in the bathroom.”

Alisa got shakily to her feet, waddling out of the bathroom and standing by as she watched Bianca lock it. The woman then took her hand, leading her upstairs, where she made Alisa watch her lock that bathroom up tight as well. Alisa supposed she should be grateful that she at least hadn’t been shrunk yet, even if it felt that way from how humiliated she felt. Except, as she stared up at Bianca, she couldn’t help wondering whether that was really true. Had Ms. Caldwell always been that tall?

“Now, play in your room for a little while,” Bianca told her, patting her diaper as she pushed her into the room. “I have some things to take care of. Remember, no using your diaper without permission!”

Alisa nodded, barely able to wait for the woman to start heading down the staircase before toddling to her dresser. She pulled open the middle drawer, grabbing a shirt – she knew that none of her pants or skirts would fit correctly anyway with her diaper. Sure enough, when she pulled it over her head, it was too big. Not a lot – if she hadn’t gotten everything so tight, it might have been a little hard to tell – but there was definitely a change. She was deep in Ms. Caldwell’s clutches, and her transformation to just another living doll had already started without her even noticing. Anxiously, she popped her thumb into her mouth and began to suck, wondering if she’d already gotten herself in too far.

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 30

Chapter 30 – The Trail of Tears

The tiny woman in the birdcage stared up at Alisa with a look of confusion. “Do I know you?”

“Yes!” Alisa anxiously squeaked, suddenly afraid. For a moment, she’d thought that she finally had the ultimate leverage, that, as long as she managed to get her and this woman out of the house, she could force Dr. Bremer to let her go home at last. If the doctor didn’t recognize her, however, who knew how much she remembered about her inventions? Would she even be able to open the door? “I came here for you!” she tried to jog the woman’s memory desperately.

“Oh!” the woman’s eyes lit up. “My sister must have sent you! I knew she wouldn’t just abandon me here!”

Alisa nodded, though she had no idea what the other woman meant. Dr. Bremer had never mentioned a sister, much less a twin, as she must have been. She had mentioned that she’d tried to get Bianca’s technology – obviously, she meant the shrink ray, or whatever it was – before. Had she sent her own sister to do it, then left her there when she hadn’t returned? Alisa hadn’t even been told to look for her sister, much less try to rescue her, though she wasn’t about to tell her that after getting her hopes up like that.

“Yeah, she was worried about you,” Alisa lied. “Does Ms. Caldwell keep the key to the cage with these?” She held up the huge keyring she’d stolen, dreading the thought of having to rifle through it again when all she wanted to do was get it back into Bianca’s apron. Freeing the little woman probably wouldn’t do her any good anyway, she realized uneasily, since it wasn’t her twin that Dr. Bremer had ordered her to bring back, so Alisa would have to stick around anyway.

“Let me go, too!” another tiny woman begged from her cage on the floor. The others were stirring, too, getting out of their beds and staring up at her. The ones not in cages mostly stayed under their covers, but she could see that a good many of them were awake as well, and watching to see what she would do.

For her part, however, Dr. Bremer’s twin seemed to realize the truth of the situation as she watched Alisa’s face, sitting back down on her bed with a sigh. “You’re not here for me, are you?” she asked quietly.

“I am!” Alisa insisted, not quite sure why she was being so adamant about it. Perhaps she just didn’t want the woman to feel like she was going to abandon her. She’d spent a lot of time here trapped in hopeless situation not entirely unlike the people here, and she’d have given anything for somebody to help her out. “I’ll let you out, I just… I can’t really go back there with you yet.”

“She wants the shrink ray,” the woman shook her head. “Why would that have changed? Did she even tell you about me?”

“Yes,” Alisa fibbed, deciding to go out on a limb to try to prove it. “You’re Astra, right?” The woman seemed impressed, which made Alisa give out an inward sigh of relief. She’d had a hunch that this Bremer might have the same name as the one from her world, since her sister hadn’t, but there had, of course, been no way to be sure. “It’s just that she wants the ray, too. But maybe you can show me where she keeps it! Then we can get out of here! We can all get out of here!” She tilted her head down to adress the other shrunken women as they started to grumble about the unfairness of her plan.

“I don’t know exactly where she keeps it,” Astra sighed. “But it’s somewhere in her room.”

Alisa’s stomach fell at the news. All this time wasted searching other rooms, and it was in the first place she’d looked?! Of course, that was also the place she least wanted to spend time, considering there was a giant there who could make her the size of a doll at her whim. “I guess it would make sense she’d keep it close,” she shrugged, wondering why she hadn’t thought of it herself. “Maybe I can sneak in while she’s cooking or something tomorrow, and…”

“She always keeps her door locked,” Astra told her. “You’d have to steal her keys first, then get in and find it before she noticed they – or you – were missing.”

“Great,” Alisa groaned. Now what was she going to do? She thought back to her instructions, trying to find some loophole that would keep her from having to dive into the lion’s den. Actually stealing the device had been a last resort to begin with, but that was only because Dr. Bremer thought she was Emily, who could build a copy of the shrink ray herself. Alisa wouldn’t even know where to begin, but she somehow doubted Dr. Bremer would like that excuse. Of course, Dr. Bremer ought to be able to build her own machine with the plans, yet that hadn’t even sounded like an option – she seemed to think that Alisa ought to do it herself if she really wanted to earn her continued existence as an adult.

Maybe there was another solution. Alisa looked down at Astra, such a perfect duplicate of the woman from her own universe in miniature, at least on the outside. Did it go deeper? “Are you a scientist, too?” she asked.

“Yes,” Astra nodded.

“Do you think you could build a copy of the shrink ray if I found the plans? Or walk me through it, I guess… You probably can’t really build much yourself right now.” She wasn’t sure if this would be an acceptable solution for Vera or not, but it seemed like the only real way out of this mess.

“I can try,” Astra offered. “I don’t know for sure, though, since I haven’t seen them. I don’t even know where her lab is.”

“Oh.” Alisa stared down at the keys in her hand, starting to chew on her bottom lip. “I guess I can’t let you out yet, then. It’s getting late, and I need to get the keys back before she wakes up.”

“Yes, you do,” Astra agreed. “If she figures out you took them, you’ll be in here with us before you have another chance to look around. From what these guys have told me, she usually likes to take her time, but she caught me sneaking around and did this straight away.” She gestured down at herself. “You won’t do us any good if you’re trapped here, too.”

“All right.” That only made Alisa more anxious, especially knowing that she still had to get back downstairs and return the keys to the woman’s apron, right by her bed. “I’ll be back, though, I promise.” She crept back out of the room, making sure to switch off the light before closing the door, trying to ignore all the tiny, pleading eyes staring at her. She hated the idea of leaving them there, helpless, for Bianca to do whatever she wanted with for at least another day, but Astra had been right – she could only help them as long as she was full-sized, or at least somewhat close.

She crept back down the hall to the staircase, dreading the descent. Even without knowing that Ms. Caldwell kept her shrink ray close at hand in her room, so she could almost instantly use it on Alisa if she caught her in there, the thought of getting so close to her again was scary after seeing all those women she’d already targeted. What made her think that she would be able to escape when none of them had? Of course, she had no way of knowing if anybody ever actually had, but it seemed unlikely. And she was trapped out here in the middle of nowhere, at the mercy of the person who had done that to them. The thought made her stomach ache with worry, and it only got worse once she was on the ground floor and sneaking toward the woman’s room.

Bianca was in a different position than she had been when Alisa had come into the room the last time, but a few moments of observation seemed to reveal that she was, in fact, still sleeping. It was only a small comfort, though it was better than nothing as she moved slowly and silently across the room, right up to the side of the bed. Bianca was closer to the bed’s edge now, close enough that Alisa tried to stand a few feet away and reach for the apron’s pocket, only to find her arms weren’t long enough. She could have grabbed the apron itself and yanked it down, but she’d still need to put it back up if she didn’t want to raise suspicions, and it would be more difficult to do that without the keys jingling than just to put them in the pocket while it was hanging up.

She moved in toward the wall, keeping herself as far from Ms. Caldwell’s body as she could manage, gripping the key ring ever tighter in her fist as she inched her way forward. Finally, she was close enough, and she reached her hand up, wriggling it into the pocket and then pushing down deeper, making sure the keys were in the very bottom, so there was nowhere for them to fall once she let go of them. She gradually let out her breath as she uncurled her fingers, sure that she had managed to pull this off after all, and dreading the thought that she was going to have to do it at least one more time. If she got lucky and actually found the plans the next night, she wouldn’t need to worry about putting them back, but the house was huge, and she’d only checked a handful of rooms. It could take her a long time to go through them all, especially since her destination was bound to be one of the last places she looked.

Alisa let out a gasp, fingers opening early so she could jump away from the apron as, beside her, Bianca tossed in her sleep. The keys gave a bit of a rattle, and Alisa, startled, darted for the door, no longer worried about being quiet. At least now that the keys were back in place, she could pretend she’d come down here to ask for Bianca’s help with something – what exactly, she had no idea – though that didn’t keep her from hurrying out of the room once she saw that the woman was apparently still asleep. Her heart was thrumming wildly in her chest like a hummingbird as she traipsed back through the house and up the staircase. Each step calmed her a little, but it was only once she had made it about halfway to the second floor that she was thinking clearly enough to realize that she was feeling something wet dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Her cheeks turned bright red in the darkness, and for a minute or two, she just stood there, unsure of what to do. She must have had an accident when Bianca startled her, but when had the leak started? How bad was it? In her mind’s eye, she could imagine a wet trail, leading straight from Bianca’s room to her, and the idea was mortifying enough to leave her petrified for much longer than she would have liked before she realized that she would have to do something if she didn’t want Bianca to wake up and find her there.

She started back down the stairs, only to think about how she was still feeling that wetness, meaning she was probably still dripping. She turned around and hurried to the bathroom, where she stripped off her shorts and training pants, throwing the latter away and, unsure of what to do with the former, hanging them over the shower rod. The shorts were even wetter than she’d feared, leaving her pretty sure that they had been leaking since Bianca’s room. Maybe even before… Had she had a wet spot on her pants while she’d been talking to the captive women?

She shook off those humiliating thoughts and grabbed a washcloth, cleaning herself up before taking a large towel and drying to floor where she’d come in. She pushed the bathroom door open enough to let some light out, showing her the path she’d taken, or at least the last few steps, and got down on her hands and knees, crawling along the floor half naked to clean up her mess. When she reached her room, she took a detour inside to quickly put on another pair of pull-ups and shorts, and then went back to it.

The worst part about it was that she had no idea exactly how good she was doing at erasing the evidence. Even once her eyes had adjusted back to the darkness, she knew that it was possible she was missing a spot or two, or even more, or that the towel wasn’t doing a good enough job. The steps were especially hard, since there were so many and she couldn’t be sure where she’d been on each one – she would have assumed that would be the trickiest part of the clean-up until she made it back to Bianca’s room. She knew for a fact that she had been standing right beside the woman’s bed, which meant she had to crawl there now, praying that she was rubbing the towel over the right area, and doing so quietly enough not to wake the still slumbering giant.

Bianca was moving around a little more, though she still didn’t seem to be awake just yet, only getting close to it. Frustratingly, after such a short time dry, Alisa could feel her trainers grow damp as she knelt there by the bed, her nerves frayed almost to the breaking point. She knew the bedroom was the first place Bianca would see when she woke up, and thus the place with the least time to dry on its own, so she forced herself to turn around and crawl back out, going back over the same area she’d just cleaned to try to be extra sure that she hadn’t missed anything, at least as much as she could.

She crawled back through the door at last, pulling herself to her feet, to the protest of her aching back, before shutting it and making her way back up the stairs. She was going to be miserable that day, she had no doubt. After wasting all that time cleaning up after herself, she wasn’t even sure if she’d have time for a nap if she didn’t want to risk being late for breakfast. As if to confirm that, and to make her just a little more frantic, she was met with another surprise halfway up the staircase – this time, the sound of an alarm going off below her.

She scrambled up the last steps, caring more about getting to the top than making a little noise at that moment, since she could still hear the alarm, which she hoped meant Bianca wasn’t fully awake yet. As soon as she reached the top, she slowed back to a tip-toe to make the long trek to the bathroom, during which the clock was silenced. The towel joined the shorts on the shower rod, and she sat herself on the toilet, though, of course, after all that excitement there wasn’t anything left in her bladder. She washed her hands anyway, then trudged back to her room.

She sat down heavily on her bed, trying to decide what to do next. She really should get changed for breakfast, and maybe go down to see if Bianca needed any help – that seemed like a proper, appropriate sort of thing to do – but she really didn’t feel like facing the woman just yet, especially knowing that nothing she had to wear would be acceptable. Offering her assistance might assuage Ms. Caldwell somewhat, but she had no doubt there would be a lecture in her future anyway, and she didn’t want to have to deal with that.

She flopped back on the bed with a weary sigh, wondering if Bianca would insist on her taking a nap. She’d grown pretty used to them as a toddler, and today, especially, she wouldn’t mind being told to take one even as an adult. That meant she would still have to make it through part of the day, however, and the longer she stayed there in the dark, the less likely that seemed. Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a minute, she’d wake up and feel refreshed and ready to start her day. It couldn’t hurt, right? It was just for a minute…

When she opened her eyes, Ms. Caldwell was standing in front of her, hands on her hips. “It’s about time, young lady,” she shook her head. “Breakfast was two hours ago!”

That wasn’t Alisa’s only problem. The huge glass of fiber she’d drank for dinner the night before had caught up with her, leaving her tummy feeling very full, and quite urgently so. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked, starting to get up to rush to the bathroom. “I just…”

“No,” Bianca stopped her, the force of her words making the girl say back down on the edge of the bed. “This is unacceptable, little missy. I know for a fact you were up in time to be ready for breakfast, as I heard you in the bathroom, and yet you still went back to bed! That is unacceptable. And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t let you go traipsing around my house dressed like that. If you must wear that to bed, I suppose I can’t stop you, but you aren’t setting a foot outside this room in that get-up!”

“But I hafta…” Alisa protested, squirming desperately, every moment she was awake and not on the toilet bringing her closer to disaster.

“You can do whatever you need to do once you are dressed like a proper young woman,” Ms. Caldwell informed her. “So you had better hope that you have something a little more appropriate than what you wore yesterday, or you’ll be sitting there for a long time while I look through all of your clothes.”

“I can dress myself,” Alisa whimpered weakly.

“Evidently not,” the other woman shot back. “Just sit there quietly, or you’ll make me even more cross, and I don’t think you’d like that. Now, let’s see what you have.” Alisa watched in silent horror as the woman pulled open her underwear drawer and began to sift through them. Each pair that was rejected would bring Bianca slightly closer to finding the training pants – which Alisa was growing closer and closer to proving she needed as she fidgeted desperately on the bed – at the bottom of the drawer.

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 29

Chapter 29 – The Key Master

Her time in the corner wasn’t too bad, with her thumbsucking bliss to distract her, though she did regret it once Bianca called to her and told her to come back to the table. She sat down in the large chair opposite the woman with a squish, blushing furiously as she realized that she’d just used up two of her pairs of trainers in one day. She supposed she should be glad she hadn’t tried to wear real panties, but that was hardly much of a comfort. She was an adult now! She had nobody trying to keep her out of the bathroom! She shouldn’t be having this problem! And yet here she was, sitting in a soggy pull-up. It didn’t help that her feet couldn’t quite reach the ground in that chair.

“I hope that you’ve learned a lesson about punctuality,” Ms. Caldwell told her, shaking her head. “When I tell you to be on time, I expect you to be on time, if not early. That isn’t too much to ask, now, is it?”

“No, ma’am,” Alisa shook her head.

“I know you were unpacking today, but in the future, if it happens, I will demand that you explain yourself, and if I am unsatisfied with your answer, you will be running up to the bathroom to bring me a hairbrush. Do you understand?”

Alisa felt just like she was back in school again, though, of course, her teacher had never actually spanked her. She would have protested even then that she was too old, and she was very tempted to say the same thing now, except that she had no doubt that such a thing would only encourage the woman to demonstrate right away that she wasn’t. Considering that Alisa was currently in a wet pull-up, that seemed like a very bad idea. “Yes, Ms. Caldwell,” she said instead.

“Good girl,” Bianca smiled gently. “Now, I can’t let you eat dinner, but I did make you a little something to tide you over until breakfast.”

Alisa noticed only then that there was a large glass sitting in front of her chair, filled with a dull orange liquid. She was hungry enough to be glad for most anything, at least until she took a sip, feeling the slightly grainy texture that she knew unmistakably as Metamucil. She almost gagged at first, though she knew she should have expected it, glancing over the top of her glass at Bianca. She wanted to stop, to say she wasn’t thirsty, but she still didn’t know exactly how strict the woman was, and that seemed a good way to earn a spanking.

So, despite herself, she kept drinking. The glass was huge, and even before she reached the bottom, she was sure she was starting to feel bloated. It only made sense that this stuff was more potent here, like everything else, and it was hard to tell just how much of the stuff the woman had put into the cup. She was glad for the available bathroom, but she also needed to remember to keep her thumbsucking to a minimum, or she’d just be begging for a worse accident than the ones she’d already had.

Bianca was looking a bit sour once she finished. “I would ask if you wanted more,” she informed the girl, “but since you didn’t even thank me for that, despite being late for your actual supper, I don’t think you deserve any.”

“Oh!” Alisa blushed, hardly able to believe she hadn’t thought to do that. “Sorry, Ms. Caldwell…. Thank you, Ms. Caldwell.” The latter stuck in her throat a bit, as she hated to idea of having to thank someone for making her drink something that would make it easier for her to have an accident, but she was undercover, and trying to avoid the spanking that Bianca kept threatening.

“You’re welcome, dear,” Ms. Caldwell replied. “But you have a long ways to go in becoming a proper young lady. I think we’d better get started early tomorrow. Breakfast is usually at 9, but tomorrow it will be at 8, and I expect you to be fully dressed and ready when you reach the dining room. Only small children eat in their pajamas. So, to ensure you are actually able to get up in time, and because of your rather dismal behavior today, I think you should go to bed immediately. I’ll give you half an hour to get ready for bed, which should be more than enough, and after that, if I see the light on or your door closed, I will be very cross.”

Alisa knew she should hold her tongue, but this latest indignity was too much for her. “That’s barely even seven!” she complained. “I’m a grown woman, you can’t send me to bed at seven!”

That was, of course, the wrong thing to say. Ms. Caldwell rose from her seat, glaring down at the girl. “You are living under my roof, young lady, and you will do what I say! If you don’t like it, I suggest you pack your things and leave right now! I don’t care if you’re in bed or on the road, but either way, your room will be dark at seven, or you will regret it! Do you understand?!”

Alisa cowered, pretty sure she’d just felt her training pants grow a little damper. “Yes, ma’am!” she squeaked, scrambling up from her chair. She would have loved to just get in the car and leave, as it was pretty obvious where this woman’s plans for her were going, but she knew that doing so would mean she’d go back to being a baby, so she would just have to endure it. “I’m sorry!”

Bianca nodded, then beckoned the woman over to her. “You may say goodnight to me now,” she instructed, tapping her cheek.

Feeling a little ridiculous, Alisa got up on her toes, kissing the woman’s cheek. “Goodnight, Ms. Caldwell,” she said.

“Goodnight, Alisa, dear,” Bianca told her, giving her a hug. “If you need anything in the night, my room is right under yours, so you can come down and visit me… As long as it is something important. If I suspect you’re just trying to get out of going to sleep, I will be very cross. Also, there are some plastic cups in the cupboard behind the mirror over the sink in your bathroom, so if you need water, you can use those.”

Alisa nodded. “Thank you, Ms. Caldwell.”

Bianca smiled. “You’re welcome. Now, you’d better scoot along to bed.”

Alisa forced a smile in return, fuming as she replied, “Yes, ma’am.” She got up and slunk back up the stairs, stomach feeling full, yet still hungry at the same time. She brushed her teeth and used the toilet again, sighing as she saw the state of her pull-ups – even wetter than the last pair – before returning to her room. She was sure Bianca wouldn’t like the pajamas she’d brought along, but there was no need for the woman to see them, and she didn’t have much of a choice, anyway. She stripped out of her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her body. It was a little creepy, she supposed, considering the body actually belonged to somebody else, but she was in it now, so it was, essentially, hers.

She almost didn’t remember what she had looked like as an adult – she thought she looked a little sexier than this, but that could just be her memory playing tricks. It seemed especially odd to see pubic hair, when she’d spent so long seeing that area bald, when it wasn’t covered in a diaper. She pouted as she thought about the fact that she was still going to have to wear a pair of training pants over it, at least at night. It might take a little work, but she could probably eventually get to where she didn’t need them during the day any more. She hadn’t woken up dry in a week, however, and somehow she doubted that would change anytime soon. Twenty-something or not, she was still a bedwetter… She only hoped that, if she ever got home, that would finally stop.

With a sigh, she pulled on a fresh pair of training pants, a pair of thin, baby blue shorts, and a purple cami, then flopped down onto her bed, trying to process her day. It had started out like so many days lately, with no indication that it would end in any other way, and yet here she was, free of Wren, of Zach, Xavier and Yuriko, even free of diapers, at least for now. So why had she spent so long after her transformation still feeling like a little girl?

She really should have known better than to expect it, but she was still annoyed that Bianca refused to treat her like an adult. She was honestly beginning to wonder if anybody ever would again. Her only chance seemed to be finishing this mission, but how could she do that? Bianca kept the place locked up tight, and the keys were in her apron. Maybe if she could get to those, she’d have a chance, but surely the woman would keep them in her room while she was asleep. Maybe Alisa could sneak in then to get them… Of course, it was hard to tell how long it would take the woman to actually go to bed, whereas Alisa herself would have to lie there in the dark for much longer, running the risk of falling asleep first and missing her chance. A little light came from her window, but that wouldn’t last too long, and if she got up and moved around too much to try to keep herself occupied, Bianca might hear, especially once she was in her own room.

She squirmed a little, pushing her thighs together. Bianca could probably hear her, but Alisa couldn’t, so she wouldn’t know when the woman was there. She had a feeling that if she took a chance to enjoy her alone time, now that she was away from daycare and baby monitors, Bianca would still somehow know, and then she’d be in big trouble for being so unladylike. Some naughty part of her, deep down, that somehow hadn’t had enough spankings and diapers yet, almost wanted that, but the more rational section of her brain won out. If she tempted Bianca to punish her too soon, she might do something to make sure Alisa couldn’t sneak out of her room.

Alisa looked over at her clock, surprised to see that it was already almost seven. She hopped out of bed and turned off the light before she accidently went past her bedtime. It was only once she’d sat back down on her bed that she remembered the rest of Bianca’s instructions that she recalled that she was also supposed to keep her door open. That only pissed her off more, but she slunk over to the door and pulled it open a few inches anyway. That was probably Ms. Caldwell’s way to ensure that her lodgers didn’t do anything appropriate, like Alisa had just been considering. Unfortunately, considering the tiny shorts she had for PJs and the warm night that didn’t require blankets, it could also mean that the woman could easily look in on her and see her training pants.

She wished once more that Selena and Dr. Bremer had given her a little more warning before this mission, so she could have at least packed a longer t-shirt to wear with her shorts. The longest one she’d brought would barely reach the waistband of her shorts, which was no better than her cami. And if her pull-ups wound up not being thick enough, Ms. Caldwell would be able to just look in and see any wet spot a leak would make. Even now that she was no longer a toddler, she had no privacy. Frustrated, she flipped her light back on and shut the door, but her resistance only lasted until 6:59, and then she was back in bed, door open, light off.

She had planned to stay up for a while and watch the sun set outside her window, but after only a few minutes, Ms. Caldwell pushed her door open the rest of the way, walked through the room, and closed the heavy curtain. Alisa was terrified, wondering what else the woman would do, especially if she found out Alisa wasn’t asleep, but she just walked right back out, pausing only at the doorway to say, “There’s no need to pretend, dear, I know you aren’t asleep yet, but I hope you will be soon. Goodnight, Alisa.”

Alisa wasn’t sure if she should reply or not, but before she could, the woman was gone. Alisa listened to the sound of her footsteps going down the staircase, and then the lights outside the room went out, plunging her into darkness. Somewhere in the house, she could hear the faint sound of dishes clattering. She was determined to stay up as long as it took for Bianca to fall asleep, but it took only a few minutes of boredly staring into the black surrounding her before she blinked her eyes and saw that her clock read 3.

Groggily, she scrambled out of bed, wrinkling her nose as her training pants squished wetly between her legs. She listened for any noises, certain that Bianca had to be sleeping by now, and, sure enough, she heard nothing. She didn’t want to waste any time changing, so she crept slowly across her room, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness enough to avoid running into anything. She winced as the first step creaked beneath her foot, halting there for a few moments before moving on to the second. She hadn’t noticed how loud they were during the day, but now they all seemed loud as thunder to her anxious ears.

Luckily, even once she was on the ground floor, that was the only noise she had heard. There was no way of knowing for sure that Bianca hadn’t heard, wasn’t waiting in her room to pounce as soon as Alisa entered. She was a little worried she wouldn’t even be able to get into the woman’s room, until she remembered she had been told she could go in if she needed anything. She doubted this was what Bianca had meant, however.

She tried a couple locked doors before finding one that opened. It was frustrating that she got to sleep with her door closed, but Alisa supposed it was her right, since it was her house and all. She turned the doorknob, pushed the door in ever so slightly, keeping her ear open for any sounds of stirring from within before opening it just enough to slip in. Alisa’s eyes were adjusted enough to see Bianca’s sleeping form on her bed, still out cold. She tip-toed over to the woman’s desk, but the keys weren’t on the top, and she was too nervous to try to open the drawers just yet. Luckily, when she turned back around to search for any other possible place for the keys to be hiding, she spotted the apron hanging on a hook beside the bed.

She bit her bottom lip, glancing at the giant woman’s body again, then screwed up her courage. Every step closer to the bed made it just a little harder to breathe, and she was positive that she was wetting her already soaked underthings from fear. It only got worse when she reached into the pocket and came away with nothing. She held her breath, took a step closer to the bed, and tried the other pocket. She really did pee herself when she heard the jingle of the keys, freezing and turning to stare at Bianca, still unmoving and breathing gently.

Ever so slowly, she pulled the keys out of the apron, clenching them tightly in her fist to keep them quiet. As soon as she had them, she just wanted to run out of the room, but she forced herself to keep walking at a snail’s pace so as not to tempt fate. She wanted to try to doors downstairs first, but it seemed more likely that Bianca would hear her doing that, and she knew she could get them once she was done upstairs. Going back up the staircase was every bit as grueling as walking down it had been – worse, even, with the keys pressing against her fingers, as she still had a death grip on them to keep them quiet – but eventually, she did it.

She stopped at the first door and began trying key after key. She hadn’t realized just how many there were, since Bianca had known just the right one to use on both rooms she’d unlocked, but the keyring was huge, and she had no idea even where to start. This might take longer than she’d expected, she sighed as yet another key failed to open the door. She did finally find the right one, of course, but it made her stomach sink to think of how many more rooms she had to go.

She opened the door and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of a trio of people looming in the room. She squeaked and backed away, but when none of them said anything, she peeked inside again, grasping at the wall to find a lightswitch, which revealed that what she’d thought was three people was, instead, three sewing forms, each with a large, fancy dress in various states of creation on them. The largest had something quite elegant, like a fancier version of what Bianca had been wearing, while the other two were more juvenile looking, one a pink plaid jumper, the other blue with a pinafore. There was a sewing machine, cloth, thread, everything Alisa expected to find in a sewing room, and nothing that she would expect Dr. Bremer to want.

The next couple rooms were nothing special, more guest rooms, but after that, she found what looked like an old fashioned child’s room. There was a huge, ornate dollhouse that looked quite similar to the real house, at least from the outside. The bed was similar to the one in her own room, with four posts, however this one had a pink canopy rather than drapes, and rails. The closet was filled with dresses, and she had no doubt that Bianca had made all of them in her sewing room even if they were all much smaller than the ones she’d seen there; they all looked quite childish, some more than others. There were even some that were every bit as short as the clothes Bianca had disapproved of Alisa wearing, though they were also clearly meant for a very young child, so she supposed it was okay on them.

Was this it? It clearly wasn’t some strange new technology, but it could explain the woman’s nickname. The clothes all looked like something a doll would wear, more than anything a child nowadays would be caught dead in. Back in her body from this world, she probably could have fit into most of them. To be honest, she had been expecting something much worse when she’d heard ‘Doll Collector’, but if this was all there was to it, she wasn’t worried. The only clothes she’d seen that would fit her were the ones still in progress.

She felt much more relaxed as she continued her search, even though she was growing more and more certain that, unless she got lucky, it was going to take more than one night to finish her search. She had been hoping to find what she needed, then hop in the car and leave before Bianca was awake, but it was starting to look like she would have to return the keys after all, which meant she would have to stop soon so she could get that done in time. Since she had fallen asleep herself, she had no clue when the woman might wake up, and Alisa had a feeling it would be early. She told herself she’d just do one more, then give up until the next night, even if that meant going through a full day of living with Bianca telling her how unladylike she was.

She could see something swinging inside the room, but it looked small enough that she wasn’t too worried about it. What did worry her was the strange noises she heard in the silence, almost like breathing, except much quieter than normal. She didn’t see anything that looked like a bed, or a person, however, so she was sure she had to be imagining it, or at least mistaking it for something else. Still, she hesitated as she slid her hand up and down the wall, totally unsure of what she would see once she found the switch.

“Oh, shit…” she whimpered, not at all prepared for what the light revealed. There were, indeed, beds, but she hadn’t seen them because they were tiny, basically dolls beds. A few were inside cages, and each one held a tiny woman, some in nightgowns, some footed pajamas, all clearly wearing thick diapers. A few of them groggily began to shift in their beds, but only one was awake, and, considering she had been standing when the light went on, Alisa had a feeling the light hadn’t woken her. Her bed was in a birdcage, hanging on one side of the room, the source of the movement that Alisa had seen in the darkness.

It was that woman who shocked her the most, not because of her accommodations, but because of who she was. There was no way it could be, and yet there was no mistaking her face, either. She took another step into the room, blinking, looking down to be sure she didn’t step on anyone before staring back up at the cage, only to find that the occupant hadn’t changed. Finally, she found her voice, at least enough to gasp out a quiet, “Dr. Bremer?”

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 28

Chapter 28 – You Never Get A Second Chance At A First Impression

Alisa squirmed boredly as the car drove, starting to wonder if the thing was ever going to stop. It was still a shock every time she looked down to see an actual, mature, adult body there, and that made her feel all the more horny, despite, or perhaps because of, the danger she knew she was heading into. She had no doubt that she was being watched, however, so she did her best to contain herself, though she still wound up wriggling around like a bored child. More than once, she caught herself idly sucking her thumb and had to stop herself, not wanting to meet this woman with a wet pull-up on. She hoped she hadn’t already ruined that; it was hard to tell. She thought they might feel a little damp, but if actually reached down to check herself, she’d only make it worse.

Finally, the car slowed to a stop at a huge gate, opening its door automatically. Alisa was glad for the opportunity to stretch her legs, though the large, brick fence she was approaching was quite imposing, as was the immense Gothic style house she could see through the fence, looking larger with every step she took. This was not the kind of house where good things happened, she was sure. However, it might be her only chance out of this world. If she tried to go back now, she had no doubt she would be an infant before the car had even turned around, and by the time she was able to talk again, who knew what would happen to her mind? Would she even remember the real world? No, she had to complete her mission now, and then she could talk to Dr. Bremer, try to convince her.

Still, leaving seemed like an awfully good option as she stood there, staring at the speaker box attached to the gate.She bit her bottom lip nervously, glancing back at the waiting car, then up at the house, before sighing and lifting a shaking finger to the intercom button. “Hello?” she called, trying to sound as cool and confident as she had felt right after she’d been re-aged. “I have an appointment…”

There was no answer, but a moment later, the gate began to swing open. Alisa scampered back to the car, sliding in so it could drive her up the long driveway. At the end, it shut itself off, opening her door and the trunk, where she was able to grab her suitcases before the lid shut itself. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the car locked once she was out, though with a suitcase in each hand, she couldn’t exactly check for herself. This was it…

She walked up to the door, setting down one suitcase to anxiously ring the doorbell. Like the rest of the house, the door seemed huge, even to her now much taller frame, and the woman who answered it looked just as huge. She was a giant, maybe in her mid-forties, in a floor length, dark blue dress with an apron over it, and, just to make Alisa feel all the more uncomfortable, looked just like a particularly strict teacher she’d had way back in middle school. The name wasn’t the same, but she’d never learned her teachers’ first names back then, and it was possible Caldwell was her maiden name, Alisa supposed. The woman was just as intimidating as she had been in the real world – more, even, considering her size. Alisa was almost glad Emily had switched bodies with her now, since, in her own, she would have felt just like a toddler again, though, of course, without the switch, she wouldn’t have spent five days in daycare. But at least now she felt more like a tween than an infant in front of her.

The woman looked her over, raising an eyebrow. “You’re late,” she observed.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Alisa chuckled nervously. “I was just busy getting packed, and I lost track of the time, and…”

“You think you already have the room?” Bianca asked, glaring at the suitcases. Alisa briefly considered trying to hide them behind herself, but knew it would look ridiculous, even if the woman hadn’t already seen them. “I haven’t even met you yet.”

“I-I know,” Alisa blushed, cursing the stupid car for opening its trunk. She probably wouldn’t even have thought of taking her luggage out if it hadn’t done that. “It’s just… Well, I got kicked out of my last apartment, so I had to pack anyway, and I don’t really have a place to stay…”

That didn’t really explain why she’d gotten her suitcases out of the car, but while her mind was reeling, looking for an excuse for that, the woman moved on. “That’s not a very appropriate outfit for a young lady like yourself.”

“It’s not?” Alisa looked down at herself, realizing only then how much skin she was showing. That had been intentional, of course, but she hadn’t realized it could offend the woman. “Sorry,” she shrugged, smiling bashfully while inwardly she cursed. Why hadn’t Dr. Bremer warned her?! This was going to be over before it started! Her stomach churned as she dreaded the walk back down to her car, wondering just how far back she would be regressed. Would she even be able to walk? To sit up?

It was only when Bianca raised an eyebrow at her that Alisa realized she had her thumb in her mouth again, which only made her desire to suck it even stronger as her face turned bright red. She forced herself to take it out, hardly able to look the huge woman in the face afterwards. “A thumbsucker, eh?” Bianca shook her head. “Let me guess… That last ‘apartment’ you got kicked out of was your college, wasn’t it, dear? You were too immature to make it through your classes, and now you’re too embarrassed to go back home, so you’re looking for someplace else to stay. Is that it?”

Alisa made herself stare up at Bianca, trying to decipher whether that narrative was acceptable to her or not. After a few moments, she hazarded a cautious, “Yes?”

Luckily, that seemed to be the right answer, as she actually got a smile. “Good. I’m glad you were honest with me. I’m always happy to help a young girl like you start over. I must warn you, however, I only allow proper young ladies to board with me, and that outfit is not appropriate for one of those.”

“Oh, I know!” Alisa nodded. “I just wore this for traveling, ’cause it was pretty far, you know.”

The woman’s smile vanished. “A young lady must be proper at all times, even in the car,” she lectured, erasing Alisa’s sense of relief just as quickly as it had appeared. Luckily, it didn’t last long. “But I suppose there’s time to teach you all that later. Come in, dear, and let’s take a look at your new room. What did you say your name was, again?”

“Alisa,” she answered before thinking. Afterwards, she worried that Dr. Bremer had used Emily’s name when she’d made the appointment, but once she’d said it, she knew she couldn’t take it back without making herself look suspicious.

“That’s a lovely name,” Bianca nodded. “You may call me Ms. Caldwell.”

“Okay,” Alisa smiled, glad that, if she had slipped up with her name, the woman hadn’t noticed or didn’t care.

“Well?” The woman crossed her arms, staring down at Alisa in that way she always had in class when the girl didn’t know the answer.

“Okay, Ms. Caldwell?” Alisa fidgeted, unsure of what in the world the woman was looking for from her. She didn’t seem to be waiting for Alisa to go inside, since she was still standing firmly in the middle of the doorway.

That wasn’t it. Bianca sighed, shaking her head. “It looks like we’ll need to work on your manners as well as your dress,” she lamented. “I suppose that’s hardly a surprise. Aren’t you going to thank me, dear, for allowing you to stay with me despite the dismal first impression you gave me?”

“Oh!” Alisa blushed. “Umm… Thanks, Ms. Caldwell. I really do appreciate it.”

“Good girl,” Bianca said, taking one of her suitcases and starting inside. “Maybe you can learn yet.”

“I’m a good learner!” Alisa chimed in as she hurried after the woman, following her up the grand spiral staircase in the entryway to the second floor. There was a certain, immature part of her, probably inspired by this world, that wanted to try sliding down the banister. She’d never actually done anything like that before, but this seemed like a good one to start on… Though, of course, that hardly seemed like a proper thing to do, so she had no doubt Bianca wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Yes, that’s what they all say,” the woman replied dismissively. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” She stopped at a door, reaching into a pocket on her apron to take out a key to unlock it, revealing a large room, centered around an ornate four poster bed draped in pink. “This is your room,” Bianca announced, setting down the suitcase she’d picked up and signaling for Alisa to do the same. Once the girl had, she led her past another pair of doors before unlocking another. “This is the bathroom,” she explained, opening it. “I would ask that you not try to go into any of the other rooms for now – I haven’t cleaned them in some time, I’m afraid.”

Alisa had been hoping for something a little more helpful than that – one specific door she wasn’t allowed to go in would have been a pretty good indication that whatever the woman was hiding was in there. “I can help!” she offered, a little too quickly. “I-I’m good at cleaning, and maybe it would help make up for how rude I was,” she explained.

“We’ll see,” Bianca replied doubtfully. “If you can keep your own room clean, perhaps. I don’t want you going in and making a bigger mess, however.”

“I won’t,” Alisa promised, feeling a little offended that the woman thought she would, like some errant child. “Do I get a copy of the key to my room and the bathroom?”

“There’s no need for that,” Bianca told her. “I only lock them when I don’t have a tenant, and they’ll only lock with the key. This way, I know you won’t foolishly lock yourself into or out of one of them.”

“Okay,” Alisa agreed through a frozen grin, though she could feel the urge to throw a fit rising. What was this woman’s deal?! She was a woman, damn it! She even looked like one now! There was no doubt about it! So why was she still being treated like a little girl?! Back when she’d been in this universe’s version of her body, she’d assumed all this stuff kept happening to her because of it, because it was practically designed for that treatment, but now even this body wasn’t earning her the respect she knew she deserved. Sure, there were plenty of stories where an “average”, or beautiful, young adult got babied, but she’d seen plenty of those around who weren’t – even this body, in a younger version, had been in charge, except for the apparent occasional spanking. So why was it that now that she was in it, it was being treated like a little kid? Maybe it wasn’t the bodies after all, but her mind… Did she really deserve all of this?

“Good. Dinner is at six, exactly. If you’re not on time, you don’t eat. I may have you set the table in the future, but for today, I think you should concentrate on getting unpacked, and finding some a little more appropriate to wear, don’t you?”

Alisa nodded sullenly. “Yes, Ms. Caldwell.” She half expected to hear the door lock behind the woman as she left, but apparently she trusted Alisa enough to leave her alone, at least with the two rooms she’d unlocked. She gave the woman a few minutes to get down the stairs and into the kitchen before she snuck out of her room, heading to the bathroom. The furniture was made to fit giants, so it felt a little big to her, though that hardly mattered. It was just nice, after her time as a toddler, to be able to use the toilet again, even if doing so meant she got a look at her training pants and found them a bit damp. It was also a bit disconcerting to realize how easily Bianca could simply lock this door and leave her with no choice but to go to the bathroom in her pants.

On the way back to her room, she tried a few doors, in the hopes that at least one of them would be unlocked, to give her one more place to mark off her list of places she’d need to search to find whatever it was Dr. Bremer wanted. True to Bianca’s word, every one of them was locked tight, so she slunk back to her room, defeated, to do as the woman had suggested. Reluctantly, she pulled the training pants out of her suitcase and put them into her dresser, knowing that she would be needing them for a little longer at least. She left one aside to change into, then grabbed her real panties and her bras and put them in the drawer on top of the trainers, covering them up. At least when she looked in, she could pretend things were normal…

As she finished up the rest of her unpacking, she began to grow worried about the clothes she’d picked to bring with her. She’d been so excited about her new body that she’d mostly chosen things that would show it off, things that she doubted Bianca would approve of. She couldn’t believe Dr. Bremer and Selena had let her do that! Surely they must have known, which made her wonder if it was intentional. She did have one somewhat longer skirt that at least went down to her knees, and she chose the shirt that showed off the least cleavage to go with it – as well as changing her pull-ups – but she had a feeling that wasn’t going to be good enough for Bianca.

It turned out that was the least of her worries. By the time she got downstairs and wandered her way to the dining room, the woman was already sitting at the table, eating, and a glance at the grandfather clock in the room read 6:03. “I’m sorry, Ms. Caldwell, I just lost track of time getting my things unpacked!”

Bianca didn’t answer, or even acknowledge Alisa’s existence, just kept eating her soup. Alisa stood by awkwardly, wondering if she should just leave. Once she had finished the soup, Bianca set down her spoon, picked up her napkin, wiped her mouth, then, at last, turned to face her lodger. “I’m glad to see that you at least had the sense not to sit down. You’ll still be going to bed without supper, but perhaps you have some potential… Not that you could tell it from that outfit. I suppose it’s better than what you had on earlier, barely. Now, you’re going to stand in that corner over there until I’ve finished my meal.”

“Can’t I just..?” Alisa started to ask.

She regretted it almost immediately, as Bianca’s expression changed, even before the woman opened her mouth. “I was going to be satisfied with that as a punishment for you, but if you’d like to go fetch a hairbrush from the bathroom for me, just keep speaking, young lady.”

Alisa sighed, but, like a good girl, she turned and walked to the corner, stomach growling hungrily as she listened to Bianca eating behind her. She couldn’t believe how unfair this was… She was finally an adult again, and yet here she was, in the middle of a punishment she’d received plenty of times over the last week as a little girl! Without thinking, she sulkily began sucking her thumb, fuming inwardly as she waited for Ms. Caldwell to finish.

Diaper Dimension Fan Art – Part 2

Hey, everyone! I should hopefully have another chapter up tonight, or tomorrow morning, but until then, here’s another two pieces of fan-art by the talented Ausdpr! This is the story of how the good samaritan from back in chapter 15 may have ended up as we see her in chapter 27. Enjoy!

And now in color!

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 27

Chapter 27 – Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It

Alisa stood by awkwardly, sucking her thumb, as Wren and Selena talked a few feet away, knowing quite well that they were discussing her, worrying about just what was being said. Every now and then, Selena would glance over at her, but it was never long enough for Alisa to really read her expression. She had a bad feeling she was in for a spanking once they got home, and likely an even earlier than usual bedtime, which would only make the next day come all the sooner. She had a feeling it would look a lot like this day had, and the day before, and the day before…

Finally, the grown-ups stopped talking and Selena collected Alisa’s bags, slinging them over one shoulder before taking the girl’s hand and leading her out to the car. She was quiet as she strapped Alisa into her car seat, and it was a few minutes into the drive before she spoke. “What is your name?” she asked quietly.

Alisa hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a trick question. Selena had never asked her that before – she’d always just corrected her whenever she’d called herself Alisa, which led to Alisa insisting it was her real name, usually ending in Alisa losing her temper and getting punished. Alisa almost wondered if this was designed to do the same thing, to give Selena an excuse to do something horrible to her, but if that’s what she wanted, Wren had no doubt already given her enough excuses. “I’m Alisa,” she insisted, though she winced a little as she said it.

Sure enough, Selena countered with, “Emily, you’re not!” before calming herself down a little. “Emily, please, will you just tell me this is a trick? Just admit you’re trying to fool me with this silly lie. I won’t be mad, I promise.”

“It’s not!” Alisa whined. “Sel… Momma, I am not Emily! Emily tricked me into switching bodies with her with that wand thing! I keep telling you, but you won’t listen!”

“Emily, the wand didn’t do anything. I took it to Vera to test, and even she couldn’t make it do anything.” Selena sighed, looking at Alisa in the rear view mirror. “I thought that by now you’d at least drop the act while you were at daycare, but Ms. Wren tells me you haven’t. Vera seems to think you really believe it.”

“I do!” Alisa kicked her legs in frustration, though it didn’t do much, since they weren’t long enough to reach the back of the front seats. “I’m not Emily!”

Selena seemed to ignore that, for the time being, anyway. “She thinks it may be a side effect of regressing so much in such a short amount of time – your mind simply can’t handle how much you’ve changed so quickly. Her experiments with her new batch of test subjects hasn’t advanced that far yet, so we don’t know for sure, but she’s worried that might be the case. So she has a little proposal for you.” Selena didn’t sound entirely pleased by that fact, but she also seemed genuinely worried about Alisa, and that appeared to win out.

Alisa tried to keep her excitement in check – Vera was some kind of mad scientist, so it was hard to tell what she had cooked up, but it seemed pretty obvious to her what the solution should be, and after five days in the body of a toddler, she couldn’t wait. She stared out the window, squirming in anticipation, waiting to see some kind of lab or something approaching, anything to tell her they were getting close. At first, her heart sank when she saw the mechanical nursery building coming up, wondering if somehow Selena had figured out the truth and was taking her back there, until she remembered that Dr. Bremer ran it. She supposed it made sense that she was behind this, but back in the real world, Dr. Bremer’s first name hadn’t been Vera, it had been Astra. It must have been another difference between worlds, she decided.

Selena let her out of the car seat and took her hand, leading her into the building. She paused at the door, looking down at Alisa sadly. “You’re sure you aren’t faking?” she asked hopefully.

Alisa almost felt bad for her. All she really wanted was a little girl. Sure, she might have betrayed Emily’s trust to get one, but Emily was smart enough to figure out that would happen, so she should have been smart enough to prevent it. Selena really wasn’t a bad mother, either… Maybe a bit too eager with her spankings, but Alisa was pretty sure that was a problem of the world itself, not just her specifically. A part of her almost wanted to stay, but the thought of spending another couple years, at least, at that daycare was enough to prompt her to nod her head. “I’m sure.”

Selena sighed and opened the door, leading Alisa to a viewscreen, pulling up a hidden menu and punching in a code. As she waited, Alisa looked around, only to let out a quiet gasp, releasing a river of urine into her diaper at the shock as she noticed a pair of women standing at another screen, one an Amazon, the other a regular sized human, obviously heavily diapered beneath a pink babydoll dress. Just the sight of them wasn’t the surprise, but rather the fact that she recognized them. One was Mommy, and the other was the woman who had changed her in the salon, and allowed her to escape. Alisa had had no doubt that she wouldn’t succeed in diapering Mommy, but she hadn’t expected her to wind up in diapers herself. Alisa turned away quickly when the larger woman’s head began to turn towards her, though she remembered a moment later that Mommy wouldn’t recognize her in this body, at least not at this age.

Next to the viewscreen, a door slid open, and Selena pulled Alisa into it, guiding her down a long hallway, and into the lab she had been expecting. Despite having different first names, the Bremers had very similar labs, in that they were both a bit of a mess, machines in various states of assemly scattered around the room, with numerous computers scattered throughout, apparently monitoring progress. The biggest difference, however, was Robo-Nanny, sitting off to one side, attached to the wall by what looked to be a power cable. Again, Alisa felt herself growing scared before remembering that she wasn’t in her own body, so it wouldn’t be likely to recognize her, either.

In front of a different wall stood something very similar to the lab in the real world, however – a door. This one clearly wasn’t attached to a room, as it was just held in place by a series of supports and wires hanging from the ceiling a few feet in front of the wall, but there was no doubt that it was at least supposed to be the same thing, since there was a desk sitting in front of it with a computer and a metal cap, just like the one she’d used to summon up her passageway to this dimension. Alisa’s heart began to thump more quickly in her chest as she realized her way home was so close, after having almost grown convinced that it would never come.

“Funny, isn’t it?” Dr. Bremer asked, drawing Alisa’s attention away. “I spent so long working on that, trying to figure out a navigation system, and it was a patient in the nursery who finally gave me the idea that actually worked.”

“And it does?” Alisa’s heart beat even faster, making her feel almost faint. “Work?”

“It does,” Dr. Bremer smiled. “Didn’t Selena tell you?”

“What? I don’t…” Alisa paused, trying to remember what Selena had told her about Vera’s work. She usually tried to keep any reference to that quiet, apparently to get her used to the fact that wasn’t her life anymore, but she did remember one thing she had said. “That’s where you’re getting your test subjects?” she squeaked. The idea of people being plucked out of her own world to here, only to be regressed to infants, was terrifying, but, like so much of this world, a little hot as well. She could imagine herself, just walking down the street one day, only to find herself in the middle of a lab, having only moments to gain her bearings before her body began to shrink… Of course, it was hard to tell what dimension that door opened to, but that didn’t need to disrupt her fantasy too much.

“You’re smarter than you look,” Dr. Bremer chuckled. “But, then, you always were. And it’s funny how you seemed to know just what that invention did, ‘Alisa’…”

“That’s because I came from there!” Alisa exclaimed, pointing at the door. “I gave you the idea! I was in your nursery, and then Emily switched bodies with me!”

Dr. Bremer raised an eyebrow, then walked over to the computer, tapping at the keyboard. “Nope, I didn’t think so. I have no record of an Alisa staying here.”

“No, but…” Alisa protested, confused. It was only after Dr. Bremer started talking again that she realized the nursery, and thus Dr. Bremer, had known her as Dolly.

“Emily, that’s enough. I don’t have time to play these games with you. You’re here so I can make a proposition.” She hit another few keys on the keyboard, and a hand popped out of the floor to hand her what looked like a normal, everyday remote control. “Recognize this?”

Alisa shrugged. “Does it change the channel?”

Dr. Bremer and Selena exchanged a worried look, and for once, when the former spoke, it sounded like she had a little doubt about the mental identity of the person she was speaking to. “This is your regressor, Emily. And I’m willing to use it on you to take you all the way back to your original age… But you have to do something for me. There’s another scientist who has developed a technology that I’m interested in… acquiring, just in case this side effect of yours turns out to be real, and more widespread than just you. I’ve tried to negotiate with her, but she just won’t listen, so I need you to help me out.”

“You want me to talk to her?” Alisa frowned. “Why would she listen to me and not you?”

“Because you aren’t going to talk,” Dr. Bremer told her. “I want you to be my spy. Find her tech, figure out how it works, and build me a copy. Or, at the very least, steal it for me.”

“And what do I get if I do?” Alisa asked defiantly. In answer, hands sprouted from the floor and cieling, swarming around her to undress her, leaving her standing there, naked.

“Look at that,” Dr. Bremer mused, checking her screen. “Someone was a wet little girl. Even wetter than my sensors at the front door detected you as being. Maybe you’re too used to this age now.” Before Alisa could protest, Dr. Bremer had pointed the remote at her, hitting a series of buttons. At first, Alisa didn’t think it had done anything, until she noticed the ground beneath her seeming to fall slowly away. She gasped, staring down at herself, watching her body shed its baby fat as she grew like a weed, becoming an awkward, lanky preteen in a matter of seconds before her hips and breasts began to grow, puberty playing on fast forward as she continued to grow. She even shot past the age Emily had been when she’d first seen her, ending up, at last, as someone in her early twenties.

Even though the body wasn’t entirely familiar, she still couldn’t help but smile as she looked down on it. It was closer to her real self than anything she’d been in the past week. Emily was a little better endowed than her, though not by much, and a little younger, but she was a normal sized person, and now clearly not a toddler. She had been beginning to worry that it would be another decade and a half before she got to wear a body like this again. She was pretty sure she had never felt better in her life. She didn’t even care, for the moment, that she was naked in front of these two women.

“If you do what I ask, I’ll let you stay like this,” Dr. Bremer promised. A moment later, Alisa felt a sharp pain at her ankle, looking down just in time to see an arm with a large syringe attached slink back into the floor. “And I’ll remove that. Until I do that, however, if I even suspect you’re trying to escape, or not fulfill your mission, I can remotely regress you back as far as I want… Maybe far enough that we don’t have to listen to your little brain-switching stories anymore. Now… Are you going to help, or should I just change you back now?” She raised the remote toward Alisa.

“I’ll do it!” Alisa said quickly, marveling at how different she sounded now that just moments before. “But what am I looking for?”

“You’ll know it when you see it,” Dr. Bremer assured her. “Luckily for us, she’s looking for a boarder. I already made an appointment for you to meet with her in about an hour. Just pick an outfit and I’ll have a car ready to take you.” A few more keystrokes brought up a huge catalog of clothing on the computer screen, and Dr. Bremer moved away to allow Alisa to take a clumsy step forward to look at it. It would take her a little while to get used to her legs again, but she was more than happy to be able to do so.

She found a white shirt with purple zig-zag stripes that would show off her cleavage nicely – she was too excited about having some to show off again that she couldn’t resist – and a pair of short denim shorts to do the same with her legs. It was simple, but there would be no doubt, in that, that she was an adult, not a little kid. She picked out a pair of matching lavender heels, and a black lacy bra, but when she went for the panties to complete the set, Selena coughed behind her. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea, Emmy?”

Alisa wheeled around on her, gleeful to note that, at her full age, Emily was just the tiniest bit taller than Selena. Even being naked wasn’t enough to dampen Alisa’s confidence, now that she was a grown-up again. “I am not a baby anymore, Selena,” she was all too happy to point out, making sure to use the woman’s name and not ‘Momma’.

“I know,” Selena replied sadly. “But you have been having some accidents lately…”

“Well, that’s… because I was a toddler…” Alisa answered, though she couldn’t help but worry that wasn’t all there was to it. She had been talking here at the lab quite a bit, but even in just the amount of time it had taken her to find an outfit, she had nearly caught herself sticking her thumb in her mouth a couple times, and she hadn’t even been sucking on anything when she’d had the accident out in the lobby. Her body might be an adult, but her mind had just spent a week being treated like a baby, and being twisted by hypnosis. She stared longingly at the thin, lacy underwear on the screen in front of her, imagining just how freeing they would feel, after a week of thick diapers. She had to imagine now – she had taken them so for granted before, she couldn’t find a real memory of wearing them, other than her brief time in her Dora panties.

“I want big girl panties!” she pouted, stomping her foot angrily, and before she knew it, she was sucking her thumb sulkily. For so long, that had been her only recourse when things didn’t go her way that she didn’t think twice about it for a few seconds, until at last she forced herself to pull her thumb free, cheeks burning.

“Maybe you can take some with you to change into, once you’re used to the potty again,” Selena reassured her, stepping in to take over the computer. “But for now, I think these will be better.” She pulled up a picture of a pair of training pants Alisa hadn’t seen before. Like Pull-Ups, they were designed to look like real panties, but they had slightly more mature designs on them. “Don’t you agree, Emmy?”

“I guess,” Alisa sulked, pointing to a pink pair with a lace design printed on it, a picture of a bow at the front. “I want those ones.” Selena was happy to choose those for her, and hit the button to start up the hands, pulling her newly chosen outfit onto her body for her. Despite the pull-ups beneath her shorts, which luckily hid the bulk pretty well, she still felt quite grown-up and sexy in her new clothes as, at Dr. Bremer’s request, she chose some more clothes that the nursery packed into suitcases for her and put into her car. She begrudgingly picked a few more pairs of the training pants, at Selena’s suggestion, but made sure to also get more real panties than she could wear in a month, unable to resist from choosing every cute pair she saw.

“The car will drive you to her house,” Dr. Bremer informed her. “When you’re finished with your mission, hit the home button on the GPS and it will drive you back here. Other than that, it will not take you anywhere unless I unlock it remotely, and I won’t be doing that without a very good reason. There’s a video link in the dash that connects back here.”

Alisa nodded, ready to go, but not without one more question. “Who is this person, anyway?”

“Her name is Bianca Caldwell,” Dr. Bremer answered. “But her code name is the Doll Collector.”

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 26

Chapter 26 – Day in the Life

Alisa sucked anxiously on her thumb as she knelt down in the center of the dome-shaped jungle gym, staring out at the shapes of her tormenters as they waited outside, watching her. She knew she should take her thumb out of her mouth, that it was the cause of her current problem, but her predicament was making her nervous, which only made it harder to force herself to give up the comfort of her thumb. It was a vicious cycle, one that she had no doubt was intentional.

“Come on, Emily,” Xavier, the leader of the little group, called in to her. “We know what you did!” Xavier was nearly six, which was impressive to the rest of his gang. Of course, normally, Alisa would barely have paid him any mind, but in this body, he was much bigger than her, and seemed to have taken a particular interest in tormenting her. While there were plenty of other kids still in diapers, it was her he had fixated on teasing about it.

It probably didn’t help that she “talked funny”, as he put it. She knew she didn’t sound like any three year old she’d ever met, even the most precocious one, something she had never felt any shame about before now, but these kids didn’t sound quite like children, either – something that was pretty common to the stories. That she still insisted on being called Alisa, while the grown-ups only used Emily to refer to her, likely only made things worse. Some of the other kids had given in to calling her by her real name, but not Xavier. Her biggest problem, however, was almost definitely that she had gotten upset the first time he had bothered her, losing her temper and calling him a little brat, and a baby, completely forgetting her own predicament until she finished and realized how much he towered over her despite his young age. As it turned out, he wasn’t fond of being called a baby by someone apparently half his age, and took every chance he could to show that she was one instead of him.

He also seemed to have the strange and highly frustrating ability to find her at the worst possible time. Today, it had been partly her fault, she had to admit. Even though they were just a bunch of kids, she still felt the need to announce to them that she didn’t really need her diapers whenever they saw her being taken away for a change, which wasn’t the best idea. This time, she had just been standing there, sucking her thumb, minding her own business, when Xavier had popped up with a laugh.

“Look, the ‘big girl’s’ going poopy in her diaper!” he had announced to his little minions, who all seemed to find it quite amusing.

“I am not!” Alisa shot back… Only to notice, once her thumb was out of her mouth, that she actually was. She hadn’t even noticed the warm mush filling her diaper as she stood there, not until she had stopped sucking her thumb. Her diet had made her bowels more unpredictable, the results softer, and there had been times when she’d had genuine accidents, looking for someone to beg to take her to the potty, but this was the first time it had ever started without so much as a warning. She often came out of her thumb-sucking sessions much wetter than she went in, but it had never gone this far.

“Then let us see!” Yuriko, Xavier’s main crony, a four year old with an obvious, and adorable, puppy crush on the bad boy, had insisted, reaching out for the hem of Alisa’s dress. Alisa, bowels still emptying, had backed away quickly, almost running into the last member of the group, Zach, before managing to dart away, slipping between the bars of the jungle gym. As soon as she’d gotten there, she’d realized it hadn’t exactly been the best choice for a safe spot, but by then, she was already surrounded.

If her count was correct – and it was hard to tell for sure, since the days all seemed to blend together in this place – it had only been a week. Not even a week that she’d been at the daycare, a week since coming to this dimension in the first place. Just one week ago, she’d been a confident, capable, professional, sexy if she did say so herself, and undeniably adult woman. Sure, she might wear diapers at home every once in a while, but nobody knew about that. Now she was a toddler, growing more incontinent by the day as the hypnosis scrambled her brain, bullied by a bunch of children, trapped in an extreme version of her own fantasy, but unable to fully enjoy it. She had lost everything, right down to her body, and everyone seemed determined to take her name as well.

“Just leave me alone, you brats!” she sulked. It seemed like every time she tried to do anything even slightly against the rules, or even thought about attempting escape, she was caught instantly, yet when Xavier and his friends picked on her, there was never anybody around to catch them. She’d been pushed around, teased, had sand dumped into the back of her diaper as she’d played in the sandbox, had finger-paintings vandalized, and not a single one of her tormenters had ever gotten in trouble for it, yet as soon as she tried to fight back, she was caught and sent to the time-out corner, most of the time after a spanking.

It was only then, with the removal of her thumb so she could talk clearing her senses slightly, that she heard the sound of someone sneaking up on her, and she realized Yuriko, who had been positioned behind her, had slid into the jungle gym while she’d been concentrating on the other two. She started to turn to face the girl, but Yuriko was already there, grabbing her and lifting her skirt, pushing a hand against the large, squishy lump in the back of her diaper. At this point, so many people had seen her in her diapers, had changed them, that it was hard to get too upset, at least until the girl loudly announced, “I knew you went poopy!”

“You still wear Pull-Ups!” Alisa snapped at the girl. It was so unfair, being teased for something she knew this kid had been doing herself not that long ago.

“I don’t use them,” Yuriko informed her haughtily, “because I’m not a baby.” With that, she started to drag Alisa out from under the dome, toward the two boys. Alisa tried to struggle free, to stop her, but the rubber mulch beneath the jungle gym made it hard to get any traction, and she was quite a bit smaller than the other girl.

“I thought you didn’t need diapers,” Xavier said as Yuriko pulled the struggling girl out of her hiding spot, holding her in place. “Aren’t you a big girl?”

“Yes,” Alisa squeaked, cheeks flushing red as the boy lifted her skirt, showing off her drooping diaper.

“Big girls don’t do that,” Zach helpfully pointed out.

“Big girls don’t wear diapers,” Xavier expanded, “I know they don’t use them!”

“She did!” Yuriko confirmed, nodding. To Alisa’s horror, Xavier reached toward her, poking the thick padding of her diaper before stepping aside to let Zach do the same.

“Yes, she did,” Xavier agreed. “And she didn’t just pee. I don’t think Emily’s a big girl at all.”

“I’m not Emily,” Alisa pouted. “My name is Alisa!”

Xavier turned to Yuriko. “I think Emily,” he said the name pointedly,” wants to play.” He gave her skirt a tug, bringing it to her knees, as Yuriko picked the struggling girl up so the boy could pull it the rest of the way off, tossing it under the jungle gym, leaving Alisa in just her shirt and dirty diaper. Alisa was mortified, staring around in horror, knowing her diaper was in full display.

“I think I know what she wants to play,” Yuriko said, pulling Alisa across the playground with her. Alisa could hardly believe what was happening to her – how could the workers not notice this?! Yuriko led her over to the see-saw, forcing her down onto one end before going over to the other herself. Alisa whimpered, starting to get up, only to see Zach and Xavier hovering right behind her, knowing that they could easily catch her if she tried to escape.

“Come on,” Alisa begged as Yuriko straddled the opposite seat. “Just leave me alone…” Her face flushed as the other girl sat down quickly, forcing Alisa’s own seat up against her diaper, lifting her into the air, and spreading her mess out further as she squirmed in place, staring down at the trio, and then at the rest of the playground. It wasn’t a huge see-saw, of course, but she still felt quite exposed there, held above the ground with nothing to cover her Pamper. “Let me down!” she demanded.

Yuriko looked at the boys for a moment, then smiled. “Okay!” she agreed cheerfully, hopping off her end, making Alisa’s crash to the ground with a messy squish, though she was glad for the diaper in that moment to save her from a little of the impact. “Do you want to go again?”

“No!” Alisa glowered. “This is not funny, you little bitch, I…”

As soon as she’d said it, Alisa had already started to feel bad, cursing at a little kid, no matter what she had done. She felt even worse as she was interrupted by a familiar, adult voice. “Emily!” Ms. Wren appeared, looking down at her, disappointed. “Where did you hear that, young lady?”

“That’s a bad word,” Zach offered helpfully.

“Yes, it is,” Wren agreed. “Come on, Emily, you need a punishment.”

“But…” Alisa whined.

“And where is your skirt?” Wren shook her head. “Silly child.” She took Alisa’s hand, helping her to her feet, where she saw immediately the state of the girl’s diaper. “Did you have an accident, sweetie? You should have come to get a change before playing.”

“I wanted to…” Alisa tried to explain.

Yuriko broke in, “I think I saw her skirt by the jungle gym. I’ll bring it in!”

“Thank you, dear,” Wren smiled at her. “Though I don’t think she’ll get it back until after her time-out.”

“You don’t understand!” Alisa complained, but she was being dragged into the daycare anyway, through the rest of the students. They stopped off at the bathroom for a moment, just so Wren could grab a bar of soap, and then Alisa was taken to the naughty corner.

“You should know better than to say bad words like that, Emily,” Wren lectured her. “You’re to stay in this corner and think about what you did, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Alisa answered grumpily. She understood perfectly well; that did’t mean she was happy about it. In fact, the only thing keeping her from throwing a tantrum was knowing how it would end, and it was better to stand there in the corner with the soap than to do so while also nursing a freshly spanked bottom. “And my name is Alisa.”

Wren shook her head as she pushed the bar of soap into Alisa’s mouth, but Alisa couldn’t help it. It had almost become a mantra to her, as if denying that she was Emily meant she could deny all this stuff that was happening to her, and if she could just get someone to believe her, that would be all she needed to break free of this new life she’d been thrust into. But for the moment, all she could do was stand in the corner, mouth full of soap and diaper full of poo and fully visible to anyone as she stood with her nose in the corner, just another naughty little toddler.

She felt a little better for a few seconds as her mouth began sucking on the bar of soap in her mouth, but it didn’t take long for that comfort to turn to disgust as her saliva started to fill her mouth with bitter suds. Desperately, she tried to keep herself from swallowing any, which meant that, instead, she wound up drooling it down her chin and onto her shirt from around the soap. Even though it tasted awful, she had to reach up to hold the soap in her mouth to keep it from sliding out so she wouldn’t get a spanking anyway. And yet her mouth kept on working at the bar of soap, unable, by now, to stop itself.

The whole situation was made worse by Wren’s face. The Wren here acted completely different than her boss back home, but it was hard not to compare them. It would be even harder, if she ever made it home, to look the woman in the eye. Every time she had to go to her to tell her she was going to be a little late, she would be worried that she was going to be sent to the corner, perhaps with a sore bottom and a diaper. Maybe Wren would even spank and diaper her in front of the whole office, to set an example… Alisa squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as her frustrated mind built up the fantasy, knowing quite well she couldn’t really enjoy it, or do anything about it.

Luckily, since Wren thought she was a toddler, the punishment didn’t go on for too long before the woman came back and released her, taking her to the bathroom to help her rinse her mouth out and change her into the spare shirt Selena had packed for her. As Alisa stood there, swishing water around her mouth to try to break all the bits of soap caught behind her teeth loose, she stared sadly at the toilet, starting to wonder if she would ever have the chance to use one of those herself again. After a week in this world, ever having done so at all felt like a distant memory. But as she stood in front of the sink and stared at her diaper, she couldn’t help but wonder if it had gotten a little more droopy since she’d been put in the corner, unsure if she’d wet herself as she’d stood there, mouth cleaning itself out.

Finally, when she was done in there, Wren led her by the hand, her messy diaper still on full display, back to the main room, where she was put onto the changing table and cleaned up. Her skirt was sitting there already, waiting for her, which set Alisa to pouting, sure it had been there before her trip to the bathroom. She managed again to hold her tantrum in check, just barely. It would be silly to do it before she got changed, or she might get stuck waiting out another punishment before getting a clean diaper.

“Don’t pout, Emily, you know you deserved a time out.” And before Alisa could deny it, Wren had plugged her up with a pacifier, leaving her speechless as her diaper was undone, and she was cleaned, powdered, and taped into a new one. “I hope you’re going to be a good girl for the rest of the day,” Wren said as she got Alisa off the table, helping her into her new skirt. “Now, come on, it’s class time.”

That thought was enough to cut through the sense of numbing calm the pacifier brought over her. She pointed up at her pacifier, but Wren was already busy leading her to another room, one with a collection of other three year olds and a chalkboard. Though she had grown up to be pretty normal sized, at least as a teenager, Emily had been a bit on the small side as a toddler, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be put at the front of the group, as Wren did this time before going up to the board and writing two b’s on it, in upper and lower case.

“What letter is this, children?”

Classes were always tedious, and the fact that she was at the front of the room meant she had to pay attention or she would be called out, even though they only talked about things she’d known for longer than she could even remember. But it was always worst when she had the stupid pacifier in her mouth, because that made it look like she didn’t know the answer, like she really was just a preschooler, struggling with learning her letters and numbers and colors. And when she’d just gotten a punishment, Wren always paid close attention to her, so when Alisa didn’t answer, with the other kids, she asked, “Do you remember what comes before the b, Emily?”

A week before, Alisa had been pretty sure nothing would make her feel more stupid than lying in a crib, struggling with a high schooler’s homework. That was nothing compared to sitting in class, completely unable to answer such a basic question. She knew it, of course, but everybody else thought she didn’t. Luckily, another little girl was all too happy to chime in with, “A!” before Wren could try to help her guess, but Alisa still felt utterly humiliated, and it only got worse as the class wore on and she was forced to stay mute, knowing full well that she had quite likely wet her diaper at least once as she sat there, completely unaware. This world’s Wren never looked more like her own did than when she was giving Alisa a glance of disappointment as she failed to answer, which only added another layer of embarrassment to the ordeal.

Sure enough, once the lesson was over, Wren checked her first and declared her to be, “Soaked already, Emily? Maybe we should start doubling your diapers up all the time.” Alisa shook her head, but could protest no more than that as she was changed another time, into a pair of diapers, though she hoped that was just because it was naptime, and not a new status quo – she could only imagine how amused Xavier would be at that.

“You need to think about being a good girl when you lay down,” Wren instructed her. “So far today, I only have bad things to tell your mommy about how you acted today.”

Obediently, Alisa nodded her head, letting herself get changed into her sleep shirt and taken by one of the assistants to the nap room, where she quickly found her mat. It was hard to miss – shaped and colored like a giant ladybug, with its head as the pillow. She quickly covered herself up, since the shirt left the crotch of her extra-thick nap diaper exposed, and laid her head down, wondering how her life could have come to this in just a week. She was in a toddler’s body, as incontinent as one until someone else removed her pacifier, bullied by a bunch of kids barely out of diapers themselves, and, in the eyes of her teacher and classmates, struggling with her ABCs.

It was hard to reconcile her increasingly fuzzy memories of her real life with this one, but she had a ritual that helped, at least somewhat. She closed her eyes to make sure nobody bothered her, and, in her mind, started to recite. “A is for Alisa, that’s who I really am. B is for Bremer, she sent me here in her lab. C is for Clara, I was her little doll. D is for Dolly, who I’m not. E is for Emily, and I’m not her, either. F is for Farber, she was my Mommy for a time. G is for Greta, who I wouldn’t let myself become.” She had more, but  as the days had wore on, she managed to get through less and less of it before drifting off. She worried that one day, she wouldn’t even make it through A. If that happened, would she forget who she was? But that was a worry for another time, as she dozed off halfway through her internal, “H is for…”, out like a light well before any of the other children.

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 25

Chapter 25 – The All-Seeing Eye

Alisa woke slowly, blinking once or twice before accepting that she really was seeing the bars of a crib in front of her, and that they were there to stay. Sometime during the night, her pacifier had fallen out, but her thumb had replaced it, meaning she could, with a little effort, take it out. Her diaper felt cold and clammy, leaving her with no doubt she was wet, though she wasn’t sure just how much, since she couldn’t reach down and check without making it worse, and she had gotten herself too tangled up in her blanket overnight to be able to see.

Drowsily, she started trying to extract herself from the blanket’s grip, only to stop as her movements pulled the bunched up blanket against her padded crotch. Her eyes widened a little at the sensation, before hungrily, she went back for more, twisting the blanket up and tugging it tighter, thrusting her wet, diaper-clad nether regions against it. She had spent most of two days trapped in the middle of her deepest, darkest fantasies, only to land here, in the body of a toddler, where she might wind up stuck for the foreseeable future; she knew this wasn’t helping things, but she had been denied her release time and time again, so she wasn’t about to give up this chance. After all, she’d been tempted by the teddy bears in Isabella’s house, and at least she’d never read anything about blankets coming to life for revenge.

But just as she felt herself growing warm and wet, not noticing or caring about the moans escaping from her lips, the door opened. Through her haze, she barely heard it, kept humping until she heard a stern voice above her say, “What do you think you’re doing?”

She groaned, rolling over sheepishly to see Selena standing over her, arms crossed. “Umm…” Inwardly, she cursed, wanting nothing more than to throw a tantrum as, once again, her attempts at release were frustrated. She squeaked as Selena grabbed her from the crib, pulling away the blanket, and carried the girl into her own room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Even before her diaper came down, Alisa knew exactly what was happening, pleading, “No, please!” as she squirmed futilely in Selena’s lap. In part, the denial only made things hotter, but if she never had a moment to herself to enjoy it, that only made it worse.

“You are a little girl!” Selena reminded her with a pair of hard spanks to emphasize the last two words before starting the spanking in earnest. “Good little girls do not do that, do they? Only naughty girls do, and they get punished! Is that what you want?”

“N-No,” Alisa shook her head, blushing as she was already at the point of tears. Whether it was from having her pleasure so quickly snatched away, or from being in the middle of a spanking when she was still sore from the last one, she wasn’t sure.

“Are you sure? Because I told you yesterday afternoon, I can hear everything you do over my baby monitor. Did you really think you wouldn’t be caught?” Alisa, of course, hadn’t been there for that warning, but, while it brought a sinking feeling to her stomach, it was hardly a surprise. “I don’t want to have to use the hairbrush on you when you’re this little, but if that’s what it takes, I will. You are going to be a sweet, well-behaved little girl, one who acts her age, whether you like it or not!”

It didn’t take much more for Alisa to burst out into tears, which seemed to be all Selena was looking for that time. After just a few more punctuating thwaps on the girl’s red backside, she picked her up and set her on the floor, taking her hand and leading her, diaper around her ankles, to the kitchen, where her nose was put in the corner. Selena didn’t even have to bother to command her to stay there; Alisa knew the drill. As much as she wanted to rub her sore bottom, she didn’t dare risk making a mess in the kitchen, since her diaper wasn’t on, so she occupied her hand by sticking her thumb in her mouth instead as she wriggled uncomfortably in the corner, listening to Selena make breakfast, feeling every inch a real toddler.

After what felt like an eternity, her diaper was pulled back up over her red bottom securely, and she was picked up and strapped into a booster seat at the kitchen table, a bowl full of – what else? – oatmeal and a plastic spoon in front of her chair. The oatmeal looked a little thinner than what she had unfortunately gotten used to, and even more pasty and unappetizing, and she had a feeling it was actual baby cereal. Between that and the breastfeeding the night before, she was getting the feeling that Selena was feeding her more like an infant than a toddler, but she wasn’t about to bring that up now, as she sat still squirming and whimpering from her latest spanking.

She was glad she would be able to feed herself, though she hardly wanted to eat what she had been given, and when she did pick up a spoonful, a moment later she saw some of the cereal dripping through the spoon back into the bowl. It didn’t look like it was going over the sides, so, curiously, she emptied the spoon out and examined it, and saw that it had a hole through it. “Selena,” she called, only to get a stern look in return.

“What did you call me, little girl?”

Alisa was confused for a moment. She assumed that Selena and Emily must have had this discussion, so she wasn’t positive, but she had a feeling that Selena would prefer to be called “Mommy” or something like that. Doing so would only make her think of Ms. Farber, however, so, instead, she tried, “Momma?”, hoping that would work.

Selena seemed satisfied with that. “What is it, Emmy?” she asked sweetly.

“My spoon is broken,” Alisa held it up. “Can I have another one?”

Selena walked over and took it, examining it for a minute before handing it back. “It looks fine to me. Eat up, Emmy, so you can grow big and strong.”

Alisa could feel a pout washing over her face as she realized the hole was intentional. She wasn’t used to her body already, so she would likely be clumsy enough, but that would assure she either made a mess of herself as she ate, or require her to devour the pablum quickly, like she really enjoyed it. And she had no choice but to eat as much of it as Selena wanted her to. Her tiny, chubby legs came nowhere close to reaching the floor, and she was strapped tightly into the booster seat, which was attached quite securely to the chair, trapping her in place.

“Yes, Momma,” she sighed, filling up her spoon and moving it to her mouth a little too slowly. The oatmeal dripped down her chin even as she swallowed the first bland mouthful and went back for the second. Selena was all too happy to watch Alisa eat, every now and then swooping in to clean her face, chastising her with a, “What a messy eater you are!” as she ran a washcloth over her chin and nightshirt. There wasn’t as much as she had been forced to eat at Mommy’s house, but here her stomach was much smaller, so what was there did just about as good a job of filling her up, and once she was done, she barely contained an unhappy sigh as she saw Selena opening her shirt, preparing for the next phase of Alisa’s meal.

Disrobed, Selena reached down and yanked off Alisa’s nightshirt, now encrusted with cereal drippings, setting it aside and undoing the strap to pick up the nearly naked girl, sitting down in one of the chairs and pushing her head against her bulging breast. Alisa was sure she was never going to get used to this feeling, her mouth taking over and sucking away, even though her mind felt like gagging at the very idea of what she was doing. The calming effect of the sucking motion kicked in even quicker, and, when halfway through, she felt a twinge in her bladder, she barely had time to think about it before she was wetting her diaper. Luckily, this feeding didn’t last nearly as long as the one the night before, though it still left her tummy feeling plenty full.

“Good girl,” Selena cooed, lowering her to the floor and covering herself back up. “Did you wet again, sweetie?” Alisa blushed, nodding bashfully as the woman reached down, patting her drooping diaper, before, to her surprise, untaping it. “You’re soaked!” Selena announced, rolling the diaper up into itself while she stood, grabbing the washcloth she had cleaned Alisa’s face with and taking it to the sink, rinsing it off before returning to Alisa and using it to wash her off, clearing her skin of the traces of urine clinging to it, right in the middle of the kitchen.

“There we go!” Selena announced when she finished, going back to the sink and rinsing the washcloth again, setting it aside before washing her hands and picking the used diaper back up. “Can you be a big girl and carry this to the nursery for me?” Alisa didn’t particularly want to, but she wanted to disobey the woman even less, so she nodded, taking the soiled garment and following Selena through the house. She felt very silly indeed, running around completely naked, but there was nobody there, and even if there had been, it wasn’t like there was anything for them to see.

“Good girl!” Selena praised her once they reached the nursery, taking the diaper and throwing it away before picking Alisa up and setting her on the changing table to get her diapered up, applying some more rash cream as she did so. Once the Pamper was safely in place, Selena happily dressed Alisa in a pair of bright yellow shorts and a pink dress that, on its own, would barely have covered the diaper, then slipped a pair of pink Disney Princess shoes on her feet. A pacifier in her mouth, with a leash clipped to the front of the dress, completed the outfit, and, though Alisa was sure the effect wasn’t completely intended, ensured there would be no complaints about it.

Selena set Alisa back on the floor, then grabbed a diaper bag and another bag before herding Alisa through the house and out to the car, where she was strapped into a car seat. She couldn’t ask where they were going, which made her a little nervous. Would she be taken back to the robo-nursery? For a moment, she worried that would lead to Mommy finding her again, only to remember just how difficult that would be, considering she wasn’t in the same body. Still, she didn’t want to give the place another chance at hypnotizing her further.

She hadn’t seen any silver pacifiers on her clothes, however, and when the car ride ended, she was at another, more traditional daycare, one with plenty of kids running around on the playground outside. She had worried about this exact thing the night before, so it was hardly a surprise, though she still couldn’t help but groan behind her paci. To her surprise, Selena actually seemed to hear it.

“Now, now, Emmy,” Selena lectured, “it will be good for you to be around other kids your age. We had this argument when I put you back in high school, and you lost it then. Do you really think you can win it now?” Alisa shook her head, letting herself get taken out of the seat and toddling beside Selena into the building.

“What a little cutie!” exclaimed the woman Selena led her to, a giantess who, to Alisa’s shock and embarrassment, looked exactly like her boss from the real world. “What’s your name, sweetie?” Alisa was already blushing, and the pacifier prevented her from answering; even though it wasn’t true, she couldn’t blame the woman for assuming, “Are you bashful, hon?”

“She isn’t usually,” Selena answered for her. “Come on, Emmy, say hi.” Alisa mumbled frustratedly behind her pacifer. “She really likes her paci,” Selena explained with a cheerful chuckle. “I suppose I should start trying to move her off of it. Come on, Emily, take it out and answer the nice lady.” Alisa, of course, couldn’t do that, or anything more than groaning and pointing to the thing. “Yes, that. Just stop sucking for a minute to introduce yourself. You don’t want to be rude, do you?”

Frustrated at her lack of ability to communicate, Alisa stomped her foot, which she knew immediately was the wrong thing to do. “What was that, little lady?” Selena fixed her with an icy glare. “Do you need another spanking already?” Alisa shook her head, on the brink of tears in frustration, when, finally, Selena unplugged her mouth, letting the pacifier dangle from its leash. “Are you going to apologize?” Selena asked expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” Alisa squeaked.

“That’s all right,” the woman told her sweetly. It was a little strange to hear that voice sound so soothing – in the real world, it felt like she’d only ever heard it yelling, if not at her then at one of her coworkers. “It’s okay to be a little shy, sweetie. Is your name Emily?”

Alisa paused, biting her bottom lip as she considered the question. She knew she should say yes, but doing so meant accepting this new role, this new life. If she said yes now, that would only make it more difficult to convince Selena later that she really wasn’t Emily. Yet, if she didn’t do it, she knew there was a good chance she would be earning another punishment for herself. It was almost a surprise even to herself when she answered, “No. My name is Alisa.”

Selena looked unhappy, but not as much as Alisa had expected. “Now, Emily, we talked about this yesterday. That’s just make-believe. You know you really are Emily.”

“No, I’m not!” Alisa insisted, doing her best not to push it too far, while still making sure Selena could tell she was serious.

“It’s all right,” the woman told both of them, “make believe can be fun sometimes, but you know it can’t last forever, don’t you, Emily?”

Alisa nodded reluctantly. “But it isn’t…”

“Stop, Emily,” Selena commanded sternly. Alisa pouted, but she could tell that any further argument right then would not end well for her already throbbing rear end.

“Well, Emily,” the woman smiled at her, kneeling down and offering her hand, “my name is Miss Wren. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alisa shook her hand, defeated for the moment.

“Good girl,” Selena patted her head. “I’m going to have to run, but before I go, I thought I’d better tell you, I caught Emily here… playing with herself… this morning.” Alisa thought she might die from humiliation right then and there, hardly able to believe the woman had brought that up. Selena looked a little embarrassed herself, but nothing like what Alisa felt.

Wren, for her part, took it in stride. “Children do that sometimes,” she reassured Selena, barely even acknowledging Alisa, even though that was who was being discussed. “It’s nothing to worry about. Rest assured, though, we’ll be sure to keep an extra close eye on her to make sure it doesn’t happen.” Alisa’s face found a darker shade of red to turn. There was no way she’d have tried that here, with all these actual kids around, anyway, but it was hardly comforting to know that all the workers were going to hear about her little misadventure that morning, so they could be sure to prevent any repeats.

“Thank you,” Selena smiled. “Goodbye, Emily, I’ll see you this afternoon.” She bent down and kissed Alisa’s forehead, then left.

“Come on, Emily,” Wren took her hand, leading her back outside, “let’s introduce you to the other children.” Alisa nodded, feeling as shy as Wren had thought her to be before as the woman called everyone’s attention to her. “Everyone, there’s a new friend for you all to meet. Her name is Emily! Say hello, sweetie.”

Alisa swallowed, staring out at all the little eyes staring at her. She knew they were just kids, that it should be pathetic to feel scared of them, but it seemed like there were so many of them… And, more importantly, many of them were bigger, and, physically at least, older than her. Despite its bright colors, its plastic slides and swingsets and sandboxes, the place suddenly felt more like a prison than anything. She wished she was sucking on her pacifier again, but, knowing that would leave her mute until someone else took it out, she did the next best thing and put her thumb into her mouth as she nervously waved with the other hand, not even noticing the trickle of pee that made its way into her diaper.

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 24

Chapter 24 – Pacified

Alisa listened for a few minutes, staying perfectly quiet until she was sure that Robo-Nanny and Emily were gone before she even dared to move again. Part of her regretted it, thinking that she should have at least tried to get the machine’s attention so that maybe she would be taken with it, but what good would that have done? Other than getting her out of the crib, of course. But would anyone believe her if she told them what had happened? They never seemed to in the stories, so why would they now?

It was something she knew she should be more upset over, but it was hard to get herself worked up as she sat there, sucking on her pacifier. The longer she did it, the more calm she felt, the the point where, when she noticed she was in the middle of wetting herself, it barely even bothered her. She didn’t even try to stop it. She knew her body was getting further and further away, possibly having terrible things done to it already, but what did that matter? She had felt the beginnings of this when she’d sucked her thumb earlier, but she’d been able to get over it by simply taking her thumb out of her mouth, no problem. With the pacifier, however, when she could even work up the motivation to try, her hands seemed completely incapable of so much as touching the thing, much less finding the strengh to pull it out. As long as it was in, it was in, and while it was, she was a blissful little baby.

She had no idea how long passed before, finally, she heard the sound of someone else in the house. Her hope that it was Emily, having escaped and come to switch them back, was quickly dashed by the sound of a clearly older voice shouting, “Is everything all right?!” It took her a moment through the haze of the pacifier’s influence, but eventually she was able to identify the voice as belonging to the woman who had “hired” her as the babysitter, before it all had gone wrong. It was only a second or two later that the woman herself bustled into the nursery.

“Where did that babysitter go?” she wondered out loud, before turning to Alisa. “You didn’t chase her off, did you?” Alisa shook her head, trying to mumble through her pacifier before finally just pointing to it, hoping to get Selena to remove it. “The place is a mess,” the woman continued, not even seeming to notice. “Stuff everywhere! It didn’t look like there was anything missing, though.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I should have known better than to trust a dwarf with something like this, I suppose.” It was then that she noticed the wand sitting on the changing table. Alisa’s eyes lit up as Selena picked it up before looking back over at her.

“How did this get here?” she asked, glaring at Alisa. “Did you have her get you this?” Alisa pointed again to her pacifier, and this time, Selena reached in and pulled it out, smiling a little. “You’re allowed to do that yourself, you know.”

“I’m not Emily!” Alisa explained, the panic of the situation setting in quickly over her with the comfort of the pacifier gone. “I’m the babysitter! She used that thing to switch bodies, and now she’s being taken off somewhere to have something horrible done to her! You have to go to Ms. Farber’s house and stop it!”

Selena just laughed. “That’s very creative, Emily. But don’t you think I’m onto your tricks by now? You can’t fool me that easily!”

“But…” Alisa whimpered. “It’s true! You have to…”

Selena sniffed the air. “Emmy…” she cooed, setting the wand back on the changing table and reaching down to snatch Alisa up mid-sentence. “Didn’t she change you, either? You poor thing! But I’m proud of you for making me a nice present! I was sure you were going to be a brat about it and make me help you. I hope you didn’t get a rash from it, though… Oh, if you are, I’m going to give Theresa a piece of my mind for recommending that girl! I’ll get her mother’s name, too, and make sure she knows what its like to be left alone in a stinky diaper!”

With the pacifier out, she did notice her bottom felt a little itchy, but there were more pressing matters to be dealt with. “You don’t understand!” she whined. “You have to help me! At least switch us back!” She whimpered a little as she was set on the table, flat on her mushy butt, then pushed gently down onto her back.

“I told you, you aren’t fooling me for a second,” Selena said, pushing Alisa’s nightshirt up and untaping her diaper.

Alisa looked up and saw the wand sitting above her on the table. All she had to do was push the button, and she’d be back in her own body… But did she want that? Somehow, while she was sure Emily would prefer to be back here, she doubted the girl would bother to help her once she was, and she had no idea what was going on with her body now. It could already be in the middle of surgery.

She let out a sudden giggle, squirming as Selena tickled her stomach. “You made quite a mess for mommy, didn’t you?” the woman teased. “I knew you would be a good baby, just as soon as you figured out how to make yourself into one!”

“I’m not!” Alisa pouted. “I told you, I’m not Emily! My name is Alisa!”

“I thought you told me you were the babysitter,” Selena said. “You’re usually better than this, Emmy.”

“I am!” Alisa insisted.

“Emmy, your babysitter’s name wasn’t Alisa, it was Ursula. You aren’t even close.” Selena shook her head as she opened the diaper and started wiping Alisa clean. “And I think Ursula deserves a few days in diapers herself. For supposedly being such a great babysitter, she’s not very responsible.”

Alisa wrinkled her brow in confusion before remembering that Selena had thought she was someone else when she showed up at the door. Someone who had had car trouble, and, if Alisa didn’t do anything, was about to have some potty training troubles as well. “No, that wasn’t her!” she tried to explain. “I was just on the run from something, and you thought I was her, and I went along with it to try to hide!”

“Uh-huh,” Selena nodded. “Nice try, Emmy. Next time, pay more attention to your babysitter’s name.”

“You don’t understand!” Alisa whined. Selena, having finished with the clean-up, was now rolling up the diaper, turning to throw it away. It was clear that she wasn’t going to believe Alisa’s story, so, finally, Alisa decided to just go for it and scooted up on the table, grabbing the wand. She hesitated for a moment, debating on if it was better to be here, in the body of a toddler, or there, in a more adult one that might be getting modified into a permanent infantile state at that very moment, but before she could decide, it was snatched out of her hands.

“What are you doing?” Selena scolded her. “What is this thing, young lady?”

“It’s what made us switch bodies!” Alisa tried to explain. “Just let me push the button!”

“Really? You think I’m going to let you play with one of your little toys without knowing what it really does?” Selena raised her eyebrow. “And here I thought you were going to be a good little girl for me.”

“Then you push it!” Alisa pleaded. She was a little worried about what Emily had said before, about not being able to get everybody back in the right body if there was another switch, but maybe that was what she’d have to do. At least with Emily in Selena’s body, and there with her, they had a chance of figuring the whole thing out together.

“I’m not falling for that, either.” Selena walked over to the dresser, setting the wand on top before returning to the changing table and pulling out another diaper, slipping it under Alisa before getting out a tub of thick, gooey diaper rash cream to massage on her before taping the garment in place.

“Please,” Alisa sniffled. “Just let me push it! I promise, its not a bomb or anything!” She found it hard to figure out why Emily would design the thing how she had, so the victim had to be the one to press the button. She supposed it was because Emily knew that, eventually, curiosity woul win out over someone, or maybe it was so she could “use” it herself, prove it was harmless, then pass it off to her victim. Or it could just be about control. Setting it up that way meant that, no matter whose body she jumped into, when she got there, she’d have ahold of the device.

“That’s very encouraging,” Selena smiled. “Just calm down, sweetie. I know you’re worried about the side effects of regressing this far, but I promise, I’ll take good care of you. And Vera has found a new place to do trials, so you won’t be the only one. Don’t worry, Emily, it will be okay.”

“No, it won’t!” Alisa insisted. “I’m not Emily!”

“I’ve had enough of this game, Emily. Come on, I’ll give you a little snack, and then I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” Selena picked up the pouting little girl, carrying her through the house, but not to the kitchen or dining room, like Alisa expected. “I really need to get a rocking chair for your nursery,” Selena said, sitting down instead in a large easy chair, setting Emily on her lap before starting to unbutton her shirt.

Alisa stared at her in horror as it slowly dawned on her just what was about to happen. “No!” she squeaked. She had made it this far in this world without being breastfed, surely she could go a little longer.

Selena had other plans, however. “Yes,” she countered sternly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to be small enough to do this, Emmy. I told you earlier, you are my baby now, and you are going to behave. I did you a favor leaving you big enough to do some things for yourself, but if you refuse to be a good girl, I can make you younger. Before I do that, though, you know I’ll spank you, and I bet it’ll hurt a lot more now that you’re so much smaller. Is that what you want?”

“No,” Alisa answered, but as the woman unclipped her nursing bra and then pushed the girl toward her large, heavy breasts, Alisa tried to squirm away anyway.

In only a matter of seconds, Alisa was laid out over the woman’s lap, diaper pushed down, given just enough time to process her situation before Selena gave her bottom the first smack. Selena wasn’t nearly as big as Mommy had been, but Alisa had also been a lot bigger when Mommy had spanked her. Relatively speaking, she was pretty sure she was even smaller now, and Selena seemed even more eager in her punishment, as if that alone was what stood between her and her own obedient little toddler.

Alisa made herself cry as quickly as she could, hoping that would get Selena to stop, but the woman was used to Emily’s tricks, and didn’t even slow down until her half-fake tears became real. Once she started really sobbing, there were a few more, softer, spanks, and then the diaper was slid back into place, with a final pat. “Are you going to be a good girl?” Selena asked.

“Y-Yes,” Alisa nodded. It didn’t seem she had much choice. She was in a toddler’s body, diapered, spanked, and about to be breastfed, as she was pulled into a hug, and then pushed over toward the woman’s breast. She sniffled softly, rubbing her sore backside without thinking about it, only to let out a small gasp as she felt her tummy cramp and immediately begin trying to fill her so-recently changed diaper. She fought to stop it, but she couldn’t stop it and the feeding at the same time, so, despite herself, she opened her mouth, letting it be filled by the woman’s slightly sweaty flesh.

She just sat there, squirming, unable to completely stop the mess, but letting out as little as she could, for a couple seconds before another swat on her diapered bottom forced her to start sucking, slowly at first, then, as that did little good, harder and harder. She was surprised as the milk first gushed into her mouth, warm and strangely sweet – she wasn’t sure what she was expecting it to taste like, but not this – enough that she lost control of her other end for a moment, right as Selena cradled her, holding her tiny body, her large hand right on the seat of Alisa’s diaper. Alisa’s cheeks flushed even redder as she felt the woman move her hand slightly, as if not sure what she was feeling at first.

“Oh, my,” Selena chuckled. “Making me another present already?”

Alisa squirmed, feeling her mouth fill with the milk, and her diaper continue to fill as she tried in vain to control either one. Just as it had with her thumb and the pacifier, once her mouth started the sucking motion, she found it nearly impossible to stop on her own, and the fact that she knew she would be punished if she actually could only encouraged her not to try even more. So, feeling completely helpless, and unsure of what else she could do, she simply gave in. As her stomach filled with the milk, and Selena switched her to the other side, she could feel herself growing sleepy, yet once she started sucking again, she couldn’t make herself stop until, at last, Selena pulled her free, straddling the slightly dazed girl across her knee as she re-fastened her bra, and buttoned her shirt back up.

“Is that better?” Selena asked, bouncing her leg a little against Alisa’s squishy diaper once she was dressed again. “Is your tummy nice and full?” Alisa nodded, getting another hug for it before being taken back to the nursery and changed before being placed in her crib once again. “Now, are you done with your silly little game?” Alisa looked up at Selena in confusion. “Are you done pretending not to be Emily?”

“I’m not,” Alisa insisted, though now her voice sounded as meek as she felt after what had just happened.

“I’ll tell you what,” Selena said, sighing. “Do you really want to push the button?” She walked over to the dresser, picking up the wand. “If you promise me nothing bad will happen, I’ll let you do it this once.” She walked to the crib, but held the wand out of Alisa’s reach. “And know that if this is a trick, I’ll make you even younger. Got it?” Alisa nodded, reaching up for the thing, desperate for some way out of this. She might not wind up in a much better position at the other end of the switch, but at least Mommy didn’t seem interested in re-living her breastfeeding days.

Selena lowered the wand, letting Alisa snatch it before grabbing it again briefly. “Calm down. I can take it back.” Alisa nodded, pulling it away gently, though her hands were shaking slightly as the woman stepped away, warning, “Don’t aim it at me.”

Alisa held her breath, bracing herself for the feeling of the switch, and for whatever awful scenario she was going to open her eyes to on the other side, as she closed them on Emily’s nursery, finger hovering over the button. She paused for another second, then pressed it, felt the button go down. She thought that seemed strange, as she didn’t remember that from the last time she’d done it – the change had happened even before the button had fully pushed in – but she tried to tell herself it didn’t mean anything.

She attempted to convince herself that it felt like she was somewhere new, as well, yet she only had to open her eyes a crack to see the bars of her crib, and Selena standing beyond them. “It didn’t work!” Alisa wailed, tapping the button again and again, growing more frustrated as each time produced the same non-result. Why wasn’t she switching back? What did it mean?

“So, what did it do?” Selena asked curiously, reaching in to pull it away. Alisa grabbed for it, but the woman easily tugged it away from her prying fingers. “I told you you could do it once,” Selena lectured. “I’m guessing it didn’t work, huh? That’s okay, sweetie. When you grow up again, I’m sure you’ll build all kinds of stuff even better than… whatever this is.”

“No!” Alisa wailed. “Give it back! I hafta get my old body back!”

Instead, Selena gave her the pacifier, instantly calming her down. “You will get it,” she said, soothingly. “You just have to grow back into it.” Alisa tried to explain that wasn’t what she meant, but it was all wordless babble behind her pacifier, that quickly faded away as she started to suck. “Night-night, baby girl.” Selena bent down, kissing the top of Alisa’s head, then left the room, switching on a nightlight before turning off the other lights, leaving Alisa alone as the girl curled up in her crib and drifted off to sleep, dreaming, once again, about Naomi and Oliver’s brightly colored adventures.

Alisa’s Adventures in the Diaper Dimension – Chapter 23

Chapter 23 – Phone Home

“God, what were you wearing?” Emily asked in disgust, staring down at herself. “Is this a shirt?”

Alisa squirmed as she watched her own body start to undress itself, untying the ribbon and unbuttoning the shirt before getting to the shorts beneath and tugging them out. “Oh, my God,” Emily giggled. “Well, I guess these count as big girl panties… Barely. Where did you get these?”

“I was in a hurry,” Alisa mumbled, whimpering as she felt another cramp from the enema. The enema she’d given to this body, before taping the diaper onto it. And since she was now in this body, she’d essentially done that to herself. She really regretted deciding to get revenge, even though, clearly, Emily had been lying to her after all.

“Whatever,” Emily rolled her eyes. “Maybe some of my old clothes will fit.” She turned, starting to walk back out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Alisa pleaded, watching herself walk away. “You can’t leave me like this!” She couldn’t help but wonder if Emily had been playing her all along, and all that talk about losing her memories had been to make Alisa feel sorry for her… But if she hadn’t, would the same rules apply to someone who had been mind-switched to a regressed person’s body?

“Believe me, I’d rather not,” Emily scoffed, looking down at her new body again. “But if I can’t find where that bitch hid my regressor, this is better than that, at least until I find something new.” She laughed at the confused look on Alisa’s face. “Oh, sweetie… You don’t get it, do you? Well, I suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. That woman you saw earlier isn’t my mother. That was Selena, my supposed assistant. I came up with the idea for the regressor beam in college, but after an accident, I ended up as a teenager again. Of course, nobody at the school believed that was what happened, and they kicked me out, thinking I was just some kid pretending to be me. I wasn’t about to go back home like I was, and I couldn’t even try to get my own place looking like I did, so I thought I was lucky when I heard from someone interested in helping me continue development.

“She hooked me up with Selena, someone to pretend to be my mother while I worked. Of course, Selena decided that, to fit in, I’d have to act like a normal teenager, which meant school, and babysitting, and… ugh, like it wasn’t bad enough going through all that the first time! I had a lot more important things to worry about than homework, which is why I pawned it off on you. I wouldn’t have even bothered, but Selena is big into playing her role, and if my teachers told her I didn’t turn in my homework, she would punish me. It was ridiculous! And it was my first clue that something wasn’t right.

“That’s why, while I was trying to perfect the regressor, I was also working on the ‘wand’. I had a feeling that, once I was done with it, Selena wouldn’t hesitate to use the regressor on me so she could keep me as her child, so I built something that I never let her see, in the hopes that, when she found it while searching my things after she did… that…” she gestured towards her old body, stuck in the crib, “…to me, she’d be curious enough to press the button, which would open a path to let my consciousness switch places with hers. Unfortunately, it turned out she was smarter than I assumed. So it was lucky for me that you weren’t.”

“But I…” Alisa started to protest, only to be stopped as one final cramp hit, and, in one large rush, her body evacuated the contents of its bowels, gushing out into the seat of her diaper.

“That’s kinda creepy to watch,” Emily wrinkled her nose, staring at her old body as it did its work. “Look, just sit tight, and hopefully I’ll be able to switch us back before long, okay? And if you’re a good girl, maybe I won’t call Ms. Farber before I do, though if this is how you dress yourself on your own, it’s pretty clear you need someone to take care of you. I just hope Selena isn’t turning the machine over right now…”

“Don’t go!” Alisa begged, wrapping her hands around the bars and watching helplessly as Emily went back out into the hall. “Don’t leave me like this!” This time, she meant more the state of her diaper, than the body, though of course she would rather have gotten both fixed if she thought Emily would actually do it. Just like the night before, she was being left in a crib, in a messy diaper, by Emily, except this time, she was supposed to be the babysitter. At least this time she didn’t have any homework she was being forced to do, though even if she had, what would it be? At Emily’s new age, she’d be lucky to be working on her numbers, maybe her ABCs.

If Selena was so into treating her like her physical age, and Emily didn’t switch them back before the woman got home, did that mean Alisa was going to be spending her time at daycare now, sitting among actual toddlers and being treated like one, “learning” basic things she’d known for longer than she could even remember? Even if the regressing didn’t sap her mind back to that age on its own, she had a feeling that a few weeks, or months, of that would leave her feeling like a real toddler anyway. After all that time being treated like a baby, now she really was one.

She paced across the crib a couple times before getting bored, not to mention tired. Emily must have had a long day, she reasoned, what with going to school and finishing up her invention and then being turned into a toddler. She didn’t really want to sit down, for obvious reasons, so instead she laid down on her stomach, continuing to watch the door, waiting for some sign that Emily’s search had been fruitful, and she could go back to her own – from this world, anyway – body. It felt extra frustrating for her to be stuck here when, finally, she’d made her way back to real underwear. She had been so certain it wouldn’t happen… She supposed she should have known something would happen before long to undo it. It would have been nice to have been able to wait a little longer before messing herself, though. It felt like she was spending more time in full diapers than clean ones lately.

She sighed boredly as she looked around. Suddenly, she didn’t mind the whole homework thing from the evening before as much, because at least it was something to do. Now, all she had was the toy phone she had put in there herself, and she wouldn’t be caught dead playing with that. Though, as the minutes ticked on, and Emily didn’t return, she found her eyes returning to it again and again. She reached out once to put the receiver back in place, which only drew her attention to it more. It looked rather old, though that might have been because it had a rotary dial. She stuck her finger into one of the holes, pushing it slightly before letting go with a sudden thought.

In the stories, she had seen all kinds of different devices used to regress people. Ray guns, remote controls, huge machines, all sorts of things. She couldn’t remember anyone ever using a phone, but there was no reason it couldn’t work, was there? It would be a pretty brilliant place to hide it. All you’d have to do was dial in the age you wanted and pick up the receiver. Perhaps Emily had done that to hide it from Selena. Of course, that didn’t make much sense considering Emily was now scouring the house for something else, when Alisa had dropped the phone right in there with her.

Alisa had assumed that Emily made up the whole thing about the mind regressing gradually to the age of the body to garner sympathy, but what if she hadn’t? What if the process had already started in Emily and she hadn’t realized it, and didn’t remember that her device had been right in front of her? The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Things usually happened for a reason in stories, sometimes more than one. She had put the phone in there to be mean, sure, but what if there had been another, more grand, reason that she herself hadn’t been aware of until now?

She reached out her finger, pushing it into the 9 hole, just as a test. If nothing else, that should be plenty old enough that she could open the crib and grab the wand. Then she could go back in the crib, lock it up, regress herself back down, and use the wand to pull Emily back into her own body, trapping her there. It was all laid out perfectly, so much that she was becoming more and more certain that she had to be right. Slowly, heart pounding, she dragged the dial around to the stopper, then let it go, listening to it click nine times as it spun back around to its original position. Nervously, she reached out to grab the receiver, closing her hand around the plastic toy and picking it up, hand shaking slightly as she brought it to her ear, closing her eyes.

“Hello?”

There was no answer, but she hadn’t really expected one – the receiver was a solid piece of plastic with some dents at both ends, no actual holes. She kept her eyes shut, trying to tell if she could feel anything changing, wondering if she would, doing her best to stay perfectly still so as not to mess anything up. For a few moments, she could almost believe she felt a tingle, something, but after a little while, she knew she was just fooling herself. She opened her eyes slowly, still holding out a tiny bit of hope that she’d see a more mature hand holding the phone, but, sure enough, nothing had changed.

She sighed and hung up. Some things were just coincidence, she supposed. Besides, Selena probably would have been suspicious if she’d noticed the teenage Emily playing with a toddler’s toy phone and wouldn’t have just left it there with the other toys. Still, before completely giving up, she pulled the toy closer to her, looking it over for some kind of switch or something that might turn its secret capabilities on. It was possible that she had to put in some code through the dial before it activated, but with no way of knowing what it was, or even how long it would be, if that really was the case, it might as well not exist.

“Having fun?” Alisa jumped a little at the sound of her voice – since coming to this world, she had known it sounded different, but only now, hearing it from the outside, and comparing it to memories of her own voice on the recorder she used to tape interviews, did she realize just how high and squeaky it had become. It was just as strange to see exactly how much more petite her body had become in this world, which was easier to tell now that Emily had changed it into a pair of denim shorts that seemed to be meant to be just a little shorter, and a t-shirt that almost fit. “That does seem like the sort of thing you’d like. Right at your maturity level.”

Alisa glowered up at Emily, starting to get annoyed by the brat’s constant insinuation that she was stupid. Sure, she might have gotten tricked into this body switch, but that was only because she was trying to be nice. What was wrong with that?

“Oh, don’t pout. You know I’m just playing.” Alisa didn’t know that, and Emily’s chuckle made her even less sure of it. “Listen, we might have a little problem… I’m not seeing it anywhere, so you might need to stay like that for a little longer. I’m going to look again, just in case, but if it doesn’t come up, Selena has probably already turned it in, so I’d need to borrow your body to sneak into my partner’s lab.”

“I can get it for you!” Alisa offered. “Please, just switch us back, I’ll go wherever you want!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you would,” Emily smirked. “No way you’d just take off when you had the chance and leave me stranded here.”

“I wouldn’t! I promise!” But even Alisa knew there was no way Emily would take her seriously. She supposed she couldn’t really blame the girl.

“Thanks, but I can handle it myself,” Emily said, walking toward the changing table. “Look, I’m going to do my best to get this done in your body, but if it comes down to it, I might have to try to switch again, which might make things… messy. I’m not really sure what would happen, especially when I try to get back into my own body. So, no hard feelings, okay?”

“What? No!” Alisa sat up, wrinkling her nose as her bottom landed in the squishy mess in her diaper. “I don’t want to be stuck in some random person’s body!”

“That might not happen,” Emily shrugged, reaching for the wand. “But I’m sure it would be better than being stuck as a toddler, wouldn’t…?”

The sound of the doorbell cut her off, the two girls looking toward the front of the house in unison. “Are you expecting someone?” Alisa asked. Selena wouldn’t be ringing the bell, surely, which meant it had to be someone else. But who? A neighbor? The police? Alisa glanced over at Emily, noting again just how small and innocent she looked. It was no surprise everyone she had met had seemed to think she belonged in diapers; she had a bad feeling that anyone on the other side of the door would think the same way.

“No,” Emily shook her head. “I can’t imagine you would have a boyfriend or anything you were going to have meet you here?”

“I could,” Alisa sulked. “…But no. I don’t think you should answer it.”

“Oh, really?” Emily rolled her eyes. “Please tell me you were smart enough to lock the door when you came in.”

“Yes, I was!” Alisa snapped. “I’m not an idiot, you know! Just because I’m not some genius like you doesn’t mean…”

This time it was her that was silenced by the doorbell, followed by a very familiar voice. “Please let me in,” it boomed, louder than any normal voice, sounding just slightly mechanical. “I am searching for a lost child.”

Alisa’s heart jumped a beat. The Robo-Nanny had followed her here! Her eyes darted over to Emily, in her body. Part of her was tempted to tell the girl to let the robot in, to let her catch the brunt of whatever it intended for her, but that was obviously a bad idea. The thing knew her as Dolly, which meant that it was probably connected to Mommy somehow. And if Mommy was desperate enough to use that to bring her back, it seemed very unlikely that she would give “Alisa” another chance to get away. Emily might be smart, but surely even she would have trouble escaping with her fine motor skills and voice disabled.

But when Alisa looked at Emily, she saw a similar panic in the girl’s eyes. “She’s coming for me… you…” She bit her bottom lip as she glanced around the room, thinking. “Selena has to have turned it over, and now she doesn’t need me anymore. Damn it, I knew I couldn’t trust her! I don’t know what she’s going to do…” She closed her eyes for a second, until the doorbell rang again. “Just stay here, okay? Don’t make a noise. I’ll find some way to get rid of it. I’ll tell it you… I… whatever… went off… Gah!” Emily stomped her foot. “Where would I be going? She knows I’m just a baby now!”

“You can’t tell it anything!” Alisa told her. “Emily, it isn’t after you, it’s after me! You can’t let it find my body! You have no idea what its going to do!”

“I got sick,” Emily mused out loud. “I got sick, and my babysitter had to call someone to take me to the doctor, and then the babysitter stayed here to watch the house. That makes sense, I guess… It might buy us a little time to get away.”

“No!” Alisa yelled, getting to her feet. “Emily, you can’t go out there!”

“Oh, shut up!” Emily glared at her, grabbing a pacifier from the changing table and shoved it through the bars into Alisa’s mouth. Instinctively, Alisa began to suck on it, calming down instantly. It was even more potent than sucking her thumb had been, and she found herself sinking down to her mushy backside again as she got caught up in it. “Who would want you? Now just stay quiet and I’ll be back in a minute.”

Alisa watched Emily go, mumbling incoherently through her pacifier. She tried to reach up, to take it out, but for some reason, she found that she simply couldn’t. At first she thought it was this body’s reaction, somehow, but then she recalled that she hadn’t had a pacifier since the last time she’d seen the show… And she had been sucking her thumb quite a bit since then. This could be another side effect of the hypnosis, exhibiting itself at the worst possible time, as was fairly normal in the stories.

Desperately, fighting past the overwhelming sense of calm the pacifier was bringing her, she got back to her feet, shaking the bars of the crib desperately. They didn’t budge, and didn’t make any noise, so instead she grabbed the toy phone and tried to throw it over the rail, hoping it would land on the floor and break loudly. It barely made it halfway up the bars before hitting with a small thud and then landing quietly back on the mattress.

Across the house, she heard a faint noise like a door opening, and her own voice saying, “Hello?” And then there was silence.