The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 5

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 5

“I-I feel a lot better now!” Lucy insisted, squirming in the doll’s grasp. “W-We should keep going!”

The doll looked at her for a few moments, holding her up next to the wall, and the grasping leaves that brushed against her skin, making it crawl at the contact, then nodded. “All right,” she agreed, setting her back on the ground. “If you think you can keep going, I suppose we’d better.”

“I can!” Lucy nodded, unsure why she was feeling so anxious, why the sight of those leaves had made her so scared… As the doll had just reminded her, she had no reason not to trust it, yet, somehow, she felt like something was wrong, even beyond the massive mess squelching in between her legs with every step.

“Here we go!” the doll declared, taking another turn. “This is definitely it!”

Lucy knew she should trust it, and follow at around the corner… But, at the same time, her fear began to escalate, her thumb sliding into her mouth as she looked at the place the doll had gone. It was the big girl, the one who didn’t need diapers, who looked so tall and pretty and mature in a way that Lucy, in her little dress and huge diaper, never could… Lucy ought to be a good girl, and do as she was told…

“Are you coming, cutie?” the doll called. “Are you sure you don’t want to stop for a rest?”

Lucy whimpered, sucking harder on her thumb, caught between not wanting to let down the big girl looking after her, and her fear of what was on the other side of the corner. Tears began to sting her eyes as she stared down at her feet, then, blushing at the sight of the full, bulky diaper there, tilted her head upwards instead.

It was there that she saw the rainbow… She stared into the nearly glowing arc, the colors almost searing into her eyes, they looked so bright, compared to the dull world of cornstalks and mud she was surrounded by. She wasn’t sure why, but the idea of following the doll began to make her even more anxious.

“What are you doing?” the doll asked. “We’re supposed to go this way!”

“I-I did,” Lucy mumbled a lie from behind her thumb. “I went thewe, but I got scawed and came back out hewe.”

“Aww, poor thing,” the doll bent down, patting her on the head. Lucy froze, praying it would buy her story, that it wouldn’t make her go there anyway. “Well, I’m sure we can find a less spooky route.”

“Fank you,” Lucy sniffled.

“Sure thing,” the doll chuckled, patting the back of her diaper again. “I wouldn’t want you having another accident, after all… I’m not sure your diaper could handle it!”

Lucy’s cheeks reddened as she was reminded anew of what she’d done, how babyish that meant she really was… Any doubts she had about the doll began to fade again, looking up at her in her clearly non-infantile attire. She followed after the doll obediently, waddling and sucking her thumb like the little toddler she was, telling herself that this time, she wasn’t going to be too much of a chicken to follow wherever the doll led.

When they reached another fork in the path, however, Lucy still hesitated. Curiously, she glanced up at the sky, seeking out the rainbow… She wasn’t sure why, exactly, but she felt like she should try the other path, and, despite feeling naughty for not following the bigger girl’s example, she did just that.

Almost instantly, some of the fog that filled her mind blew away. She gulped as she looked down at herself again, finally recognizing the dress she was wearing now as the same thing the doll had been wearing when she first saw it… And, as the doll stepped back out from around the corner, she realized it was wearing the same thing she had when she’d come into this maze – or, rather, at one point it had been wearing the same thing… It had then gone beyond that, transforming those clothes into less childish versions.

In embarrassment, she started to yank her thumb out of her mouth, then stopped herself. Whether the doll had started doing it on purpose or not, there was no way it wouldn’t have noticed the same transformation… Most likely, she thought, it knew exactly what it was doing, and it was looking to replace her, leave her trapped here in the maze. It was bigger than her, and from how easily it had picked her up a few minutes ago, clearly stronger than her, so she couldn’t let it know that she had figured at least part of its scheme out.

“Where are you?!” the doll called out. Lucy looked down the long corridor of corn stretching out ahead of her, wondering if she could run fast enough to get out of sight in it before the doll figured out she’d gone down this path instead. Before she could decide, it was too late, the doll stepping into the entrance and glaring at her. Instantly, Lucy noticed that its shirt was a little longer, no longer showing off the thing’s midriff, and the shorts were a bit bigger as well. It no longer looked quite as cool and confident…

“What are you doing in here?” it asked.

“I-I forgot which way you went,” Lucy claimed with a shrug. “I-I thought it was this way… I’m sowwy…”

The doll walked closer, eyeing her suspiciously before grabbing her hand. “I suppose that’s what I get for letting a baby like you walk on her own… I guess I need to keep you right by my side, huh?”

Lucy nodded weakly. “Uh-huh.”

That wasn’t at all what Lucy had wanted, though, after the doll took her down the next corridor, she couldn’t quite recall why. She didn’t dare try to pull away from the doll’s hand, so, instead, she’d just gone along with it, staring up at the rainbow as she saw the dead end and felt the jolt that came with it.

After another couple of them, the doll asked, “How are you feeling?”

Lucy wasn’t really sure how to respond to that… The words barely registered in her mind, and when she opened her thumb-filled mouth to reply, the syllables that came out barely made sense one at a time, much less combined. “That’s what I thought,” the doll patted her on the head. Its clothes barely even counted as that anymore, the shirt having shortened enough to show off most of its well-toned stomach, the shorts almost looking more like panties, which she had to assume it wasn’t even bothering to wear underneath anymore.

When the doll turned around and started to head back the way they’d came, it almost didn’t register in Lucy’s mind, and while something about it felt wrong, she had no idea why. It was hard enough remembering how to walk, especially with her big, thick, full diaper between her legs… She really wanted to crawl instead, but then she couldn’t hold the doll’s hand.

“Do you remember this place?” the doll asked as they finally stepped out into a large, open room, with open doorways into many other parts of the maze. Lucy shook her head. “Of course not,” the doll chuckled, reaching down and wiping a little drool from the girl’s chin. “I should have expected as much from a brainless baby like you… Well, sweetie, that’s your home, right over there.” It pointed across the room, to a wall that Lucy had to admit did seem familiar. “That’s where you wanted to go, right? Home?”

Lucy nodded and babbled behind her thumb. Home did sound right… The doll smiled and nodded, starting to lead her across the room, only to stop partway through. “I’m sure you don’t remember how to get across here, either,” she said, and Lucy shook her head. “We have to be very careful here… You stay right here, sweetie, and I’ll show you how to do it, and then I’ll come back over and we’ll do it together… Then we’ll get you right where you belong, and I can go home, too. Won’t that be great?”

Lucy nodded, and the doll let go of her hand, taking a few steps forward. “We definitely don’t want to go any further than this,” it lectured. “It might look safe, but… Hey!”

Lucy bumbled forward, as quickly as she could manage, and shoved the doll with all of her might. It wobbled, glaring down at her. “And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?!” it demanded. “Do you need a spanking?!” Lucy frowned, pushing it again, hoping she had enough strength to make this work.

The doll had been right… For the most part. Most of her mind felt completely useless, making her at least feel brainless, and helpless… But, with the help of the rainbow, she’d been able to hold on to a few things. First, that she wasn’t meant to be dressed like this, in this frilly little pink dress, and that her companion wasn’t meant to be dressed as it was, either.

“You little brat!” the doll gasped as its foot slipped to the edge of the mud puddle, and, instantly, it began to be pulled under. Lucy stumbled, nearly falling in herself before she managed to stop herself, falling to the ground instead, diaper squishing beneath her.

Maybe that should have made her more scared, watching the doll struggling to pull itself back out of the mud that was sucking it in, that reminder that she was just a silly baby, stuck here on her own… Except, that was the second thing that she remembered. She hadn’t had an accident in her diaper after all, no matter how many times the doll tried to make her thing she had – successfully, for a while. That had been something else, and, while she couldn’t always remember what, she knew it wasn’t her fault, which made it all the more suspicious that the doll wanted her to think it was… Then, when they returned to this room, it helped her recall just enough to know how to get rid of the doll.

“You help me right now!” the doll demanded, reaching out, grabbing for Lucy. The girl scrambled backwards, away from the grasping hands… She didn’t have to go far, since, with every passing second, they seemed to grow shorter and shorter as the doll sank further and further into the puddle. “You stupid baby! You’ll never get out of here!” it screamed. “You’re going to be stuck here anyway… You could have at least let me go free!”

And, with that, it sank under the surface, and silence filled the maze. Lucy had a hard time fully comprehending everything the doll had said, though it did make her shiver, anyway, for some reason. She really wasn’t sure where she was supposed to go, or where she wanted to wind up; she did know she didn’t like the mud, however.

She turned back towards the corridor they’d just emerged from, trying to remember how to get back up on her feet. She was sure she knew how, but it seemed so complicated now… Eventually, she decided to crawl instead, making her way into the maze. The walls felt so much higher now, stretching up far above her head, and so long ahead of her… Had she made a mistake? Had the doll really been trying to help her after all?

She really began to fret over that once she hit a split in the path. Without the doll there to hold her hand, to tell her which way to go, she had no idea what to choose. She sat there for a few moments, tears streaming down her cheeks, wanting to suck her thumb, only to see how filthy her hands had gotten from crawling. Just as she was about to start bawling, she glanced upwards, finding the rainbow there.

She no longer remembered the difference between right and left, but she felt a slight tug, leading her towards one of the two halls. With nothing else to go on, she followed it, and then again at the next choice, and the next… Slowly, her mind began clearing itself, each path reminding her of something else she’d known for a long time, yet somehow completely forgotten in this place. After a couple, she awkwardly climbed to her feet, then, after that, her hair began to darken again, her clothes transforming, splitting back to a shirt and shorts from the dress they had become.

They never went beyond where they’d started, never evolved to something that didn’t look like they’d come from a five year old’s closet, but it was still a comfort to be back in them, to be able to remember picking them out herself. There was even a small comfort in feeling how tight the shorts were against her diaper, even with the load of mud in them, making her feel filthy – though, to be fair, she likely would have anyway, since her knees and hands were now also covered in mud from crawling.

Had it really been this simple from the start? She could remember coming into the cornfield now, thinking how she could use the rainbow overhead to guide her way, despite how unusually tall the corn seemed to be today… Somehow, she’d forgotten all about that, and gotten herself hopelessly lost. If she’d just trusted it from the start, it apparently would have been quite simple.

As if to prove that, she glanced up at the sky one last time, took one more turn, and, at last, she stepped out of the maze to the other side of the field. She turned around, but as soon as she’d stepped out, the corn had began to grow again, blocking out the entrance, turning into a solid wall of green. She couldn’t even see through it to her house on the other side…

Part of her was scared by that, but mostly, she was glad. Even though she should probably turn back – it had taken her far, far longer than it should have to get through the field – she didn’t really have a choice now. She couldn’t get back through, so she’d just have to go forward, into the forest… At least the hardest part was over now… Wasn’t it?

 

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The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 4

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 4

Lucy stared at the doll, wishing there was somebody else there to talk to, to get their opinion… She looked behind herself, even though she knew there was nobody there – if she had seen anyone, it likely would have just made her more nervous – then turned back to the corn, and the doll stuck in it.

It didn’t look dangerous in the slightest, which made her feel even sillier for her reluctance. Clearly, as strange as this whole thing was, the doll was alive in some way, and in distress… Why wouldn’t she help it out? She was a good bit bigger than it, if something went wrong. Even if it didn’t help her, like it had promised, she doubted it could hinder her all that much.

“Okay,” she nodded, making her decision, stepping back towards the corn stalks. She grabbed for one of the leaves, wrapped around the doll’s leg. A small shock ran through her, making her yelp, but almost instantly the leaf uncurled itself, pulling back into the wall of corn. She pulled her hand back, too, surprised by the movement, then hesitantly touched the leaf around the other leg as well. This time, thankfully, there was no spark or sting, the leaf just shuddered and slid away.

In no time, the doll was free, the leaves that had held it captive putting up no resistance. Lucy easily caught the doll after the last leaf retreated, letting it hop down out of her arms and onto the ground, kneeling down to see it more easily.

“Fank yew so much!” the doll gave her a hug, its tiny arms barely wrapping around her leg. “I thought I’d be stuck thewe fowevew!”

“You’re welcome,” Lucy told it, deciding it was best to be polite. “Y-You can help me, can’t you? So that I’m not in this place forever? I’m not really supposed to be here, and I’m lost, and…”

“Oh, you poow baby,” the doll patted her knee condescendingly.

“I’m not a baby!” Lucy insisted, despite the damp diaper lurking, barely hidden, under her shorts.

“Sowwy, just an expwession,” the doll told her. “It’s a good thing you hewped me when you did… Neither of these paths lead out.”

“Really?” Lucy blushed, looking at the two openings she’d been running through over and over again. She wasn’t sure why she was surprised at this stage, considering she’d seen no evidence in her previous trips that either way was correct. “Then, what am I supposed to do?!”

“We hafta go thewe,” the doll pointed at the passages on the other side of the mud puddle.

Lucy squirmed, remembering watching the leaf get sucked down into the muck. “D-Do we have to?” she gulped.

“Don’t wowwy,” the doll smiled at her. “I know the way!”

It trotted off, Lucy trailing behind, heading towards the right side of the mud puddle, then hopping right in. Lucy gasped, half expecting it to sink instantly, despite how confident it had sounded; instead, it remained exactly where it had stepped, at least until it turned and beckoned to her. “Come on!”

Lucy bit down on her bottom lip, inching closer to the edge of the puddle, then stretching one foot out, gingerly lowering it right by the doll, half expecting the mud to come to life and rip it off her foot – maybe taking her whole leg with it. Instead, the ground felt solid, just as much as the rest of this maze. Holding her breath, she settled her weight down on that foot, following it with her other.

“Good job!” the doll complimented her. “Now, pay attention!” It hopped diagonally away, landing and staying on the surface in another spot. Lucy was still unsure, taking her time with that one, but when it didn’t dump her into the puddle, she began getting more and more confident, taking less time to step into the dirty abyss after the doll as it jumped to the side, forward, sometimes even backwards. Lucy felt sure they had to have crossed the whole thing at least once over, but the doll kept going… So, she followed. She had no clue what was happening, how this was working, so that seemed like the safest thing to do.

Finally, the doll hopped over to visibly solid ground on the other side, declaring, “Ta-da! That’s it!”

Lucy, glad to be done with this, did the same – too much so, it turned out. Instead of just stepping, she decided to jump as well, only for her foot to slip as it landed. With a gasp, she waved her arms, trying to regain her balance for a split second before falling backwards, right on her diapered backside.

It didn’t hurt – the diaper likely would have prevented most of that anyway – but that only made her worry more. There was very little impact when she hit the ground, as it seemed to ripple beneath her, and then try to suck her down, pulling her deeper into the puddle. Instantly, her slightly wet diaper flooded as she started to flail, her desperation growing all the worse when she felt warm mud flowing into her shorts, then past the legbands of her diaper, pouring inside, making her sink faster and faster.

“Help me!” she yelped, as if that little doll had any chance of doing anything for her.

It turned out, luckily enough, that she could. When Lucy’s panicked eyes turned to it, it was running back to her, a stalk of corn in its hands. Lucy grabbed at it, not even thinking that the most likely result of that would be her pulling the doll in with her, not until the exact opposite happened.

It wasn’t possible that something as small as the doll could be so brave – though, it wasn’t really any less possible than any of the other things that had occurred since she’d gone chasing after that rainbow. For a few moments, nothing happened, then she felt her body’s movement change direction. The mud resisted, trying to hold her tight, but, after a few tugs, Lucy nearly shot out of the puddle, tumbling forward, stumbling and falling onto her stomach with the sound of ripping.

She laid there, heart thumping, for a few minutes before daring to get back to her feet. She gasped when, while slowly standing, a couple scraps of pink slid down her legs, reaching for her shorts. She grabbed for what should have been the middle of them; however, that part of them was gone, no doubt sucked into the depths of the mud. Parts of the legs fluttered to the ground, streaked with mud, leaving her with nothing to cover a diaper that now had quite the sag to it, since it had also collected an awful lot of mud.

“Gross!” she squealed, wriggling in place. How was she supposed to deal with this?! Her diaper had already been pretty obvious, and – if she had any shred of good luck – she wouldn’t be running into anyone other than the doll in this maze, but she didn’t want to have to walk around like this! She didn’t trust the tapes on her diaper to hold up to a retaping, however, and the one thing she wanted less than to waddle around with her pants full of squishy mud was running around in just a t-shirt.

“Awe you okay?” the doll fretted, pacing in front of her.

“No,” Lucy pouted, grabbing at the remains of her shorts. There was no way to fashion anything useful out of them, so, instead, she tried to wipe the mud off the outside of her diaper as well as she could, then tossed the scraps to the puddle, watching them get almost instantly sucked under. “Where to?” she asked with a sigh.

The doll turned to the right, then the left, before pointing back in the first direction. “This way!” it declared. “Come on!” Lucy followed, wrinkling her nose as she waddled through the entryway.

“What… Who are you?” Lucy asked, finally. It didn’t make as much of a difference now, since she’d already trusted the doll, and it had saved her from the mud; the path seemed to stretch on for quite a ways, though, and it would be nice to have something to talk about.

“I’m not suwe,” the doll replied. “It’s hawd to think stwaight in hewe.”

Lucy nodded in agreement for a moment before the implications of that hit her. “But… You do know the way out, don’t you?”

“Of couwse!” the doll nodded. “That’s the onwy thing I was thinking about whiwe I was stuck, getting out of hewe!”

“So, you came from the other side of the field?” Lucy surmised. “Is the forest still there? I mean, it should be, but this field isn’t supposed to be this big, and…” They turned a corner, only to find a blank wall of corn. “A-And…” Lucy shook her head, trying to keep talking and pretend nothing was wrong, until the cloud of fog washed over her mind, making it go blank for a long moment.

“Awe you all wight?” the doll asked, snapping her out of it. “I’m sowwy, maybe my memowy isn’t as good as I thought…”

“I-I’m fine,” Lucy nodded, looking down at the thing – though, maybe, not quite as far down? Or was that her imagination? “We know it isn’t this way now, at least…” She felt a little better, having someone else with her, especially someone who didn’t seem to be affected by whatever was happening to Lucy. She didn’t have to worry about trying to remember which way she’d been anymore, so hopefully that would allow her to find her way out of here…

Lucy opened her mouth as they started walking again, wanting to continue her conversation before they’d been stopped, but she couldn’t recall what they’d been speaking about, and was too embarrassed to ask her companion. Instead, she chose a different question: “How long have you been here?”

“I weally don’t know,” the doll said. “Too long. Oh, wait, this is it!”

She turned, and Lucy trailed behind, waiting to see if she heard anything that would indicate the doll had made another mistake. She felt a bit bad, but the doll didn’t seem to be any worse for the wear after that last dead end, so hopefully, if there was another one, she’d just let Lucy know, then turn around.

After a couple seconds, Lucy followed, taking the corner, and finding another corridor of corn, with the doll already halfway down it. “Hold on!” Lucy called, trying to walk a little faster – it was hard, with her already thick diaper, now full of mud. “Sorry, I just… had to rest…”

“Don’t you want out of hewe?” the doll asked, sounding somewhat annoyed for the first time.

“Sorry,” Lucy repeated, blushing. “Do you not get tired? You have such little legs, I would think…”

They turned again, just as Lucy caught up with the doll. This time, almost immediately, Lucy saw the end of the path, trying to duck away, pretend she hadn’t intended to go that way. She squeezed her eyes shut, leaning against the wall of corn as her brain seemed to scramble inside her skull again.

“This place is confusing, isn’t it?” the doll stepped out from the short, pointless branch it had chosen, shaking its head. “I didn’t remember all of this… But don’t you worry, I’ll get us out!”

“O-Okay,” Lucy nodded, turning as the doll marched past her, then kept going. Lucy glanced back, in the direction she’d been facing which seemed to keep going… Wasn’t that the way they’d been headed? It was all starting to look the same to her… Probably, she’d just gotten mixed up when she backed out of that dead end…

She caught back up with the doll, thinking again that it seemed bigger. When she’d seen it hanging up, it had looked like a regular doll, hadn’t it? Her memory wasn’t so great anymore, yet surely she would have noticed if it was something that reached up to her waist… Maybe even a little higher. She also could have sworn that the diaper under the doll’s shorts had been pushing out against the pink fabric more, filling them with a lot more bulk…

She shook head head; that was silly. She’d just been projecting, seeing a doll that had a similar outfit to her, then assuming that it must also have been just as thickly diapered as she was… That was all there was to it.

“Here we go!” the doll announced. “This is definitely it!”

Lucy wasn’t sure how the doll knew that, since the opening looked just the same as every other one they passed, but she was willing to believe her guide… Only to find herself face to face with another dead end once they actually went in. She gasped, quivering as her knees threatened to give out.

“Silly girl,” the doll scolded her, taking her hand and guiding her back onto the main path. “Why did you go that way?”

“I… I-I just…” Lucy pouted, sniffling. Something about that accusation seemed wrong, but she couldn’t place what. “Sowwy…” she stared down at her feet, embarrassed.

“Just listen to me,” the doll urged. “I’ll get you where you need to be. Trust me.”

“Okay,” Lucy nodded, toddling after it. That had been what she was doing all along, hadn’t it? Why had she gone ahead and chosen a path herself? That was pretty dumb of her… She stared up at the doll, admiring it… It seemed so big and strong… It was really no taller than her, yet it seemed larger, somehow, more competent… Why would she ever want to go in front of it? This place was so huge and scary, and the doll was definitely big enough to protect her from anything she might run into inside…

Lucy shook her head, flipping a few strands of brown hair out of her face. For a moment, she thought nothing of it, then she reached up and grabbed it, pulling it back around where she could see it. Her hair hadn’t always been that color… Had it? Her mind was so mixed up at this point, she honestly couldn’t recall, but it didn’t seem right…

“This wooks famiwiaw,” Lucy looked around at the walls of corn, frowning, both at them and at the trouble she was having controlling her own tongue.

“Doesn’t it all, though?” the doll asked, and Lucy had to nod.

“B-But that weawwy does,” Lucy whined, watching the doll choose a path.

“Don’t be a scaredy-cat,” the doll urged. “You’ll never get out of here like that…”

“I’m not!” Lucy insisted, stomping forward. A moment later, she stumbled back, reaching a hand up to wipe her suddenly wet chin, only to feel it dampen again after another second. Was she… drooling? She shook head head, shivering as she watched the doll, staring up at it.

“No time for dawdling,” it told her. A wave of relief washed over Lucy – she’d been so sure she was going to get in trouble, somehow, that she was happy to just trot after the doll when it wasn’t mad. She reached up, taking the doll’s hand, though it was a struggle to keep up with its longer pace, especially when, after every few steps, she had to wipe her mouth with her free hand.

“This ought to do it,” the doll declared. “I think once we go through here, we’ll both be exactly where we need to be…”

Lucy gulped, her confidence in her companion not exactly waning, despite her bravery doing just that. She didn’t like those dead ends, the way they made her feel, and she didn’t want to have to do that again. She stared down at her feet and asked quietly, “C-Could you go ahead fiwst and check? I just… My feet awe huwting, so I thought I’d…” She shrugged sheepishly.

“Don’t you trust me?” the doll looked down at her with its shiny black eyes, which somehow looked hurt despite not having actually changed. “Sure, I made a couple wrong turns, but this place is huge, and I’m trying my best, and…”

“I do!” Lucy promised. “I just need to west.”

“Poor baby,” the doll shook its head.

“I’m not a baby!” Lucy let go of the doll’s hand to cross her arms.

“Oh, no?” the doll smirked. “You’re wearing a diaper, sweetie.”

“S-So are you!” Lucy blushed.

“Such an imagination…” the doll shook its head. It turned to Lucy, and, for the first time in a while, Lucy really looked at it. Its shirt was yellow, tied at the bottom right under the thing’s breasts, which seemed much bigger than any toy’s should be, exposing the doll’s belly button. The shorts were pink, though a darker shade than Lucy thought they should have been, and even smaller and tighter, to the point where, even before the doll unbuttoned them and pulled them down, exposing the lacy, black panties beneath, it was obvious there was no diaper there.

“Big girls don’t wear diapers,” the doll told her. “And they definitely don’t make poopies in them.” She reached behind Lucy, giving the diaper a pat. Lucy whimpered and wiggled, wanting to argue, positive that it wasn’t her fault, but unable to think of what else could have caused that huge mass in her pants.

“Don’t look so sad,” the doll said, reaching to Lucy’s shoulder, pulling a blonde pigtail from behind her back and setting it gently agaist her chest. “That’s just what babies do…”

“B-But…” Lucy sniffled. “I-I’m not…”

“You know what?” the doll said, reaching down and easily scooping Lucy up. Lucy squealed in surprise, looking down at herself, noticing only then that her shirt seemed to have grown, somehow, stretching out – though just barely – into a dress, albeit one that left her diaper quite visible underneath. Or had she been wearing this all along? It was so cute and frilly, it certainly seemed like something a baby like her would wear, and the sight of it, along with her blonde hair, were ringing a bell somewhere deep in her mind, making her sure she’d seen that combination somewhere… “Maybe you are ready…”

The doll stepped closer to the wall of corn, then extended her arms, with Lucy in them, towards the stalks. “Don’t you worry,” the doll cooed. “It’s time to rest…”

Lucy didn’t give it much thought, just let her eyes start drifting closed obediently, until she saw four large leaves extending outwards, reaching for her arms and her legs…

 

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The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 3

The Other End of the Rainbow – Chapter 3

Lucy wondered, for a moment, if this was some sort of new security system that the farmer had installed, before reminding herself of just how absurd that thought was. She’d never seen the corn do anything like this; nobody had ever seen corn act this way, she was pretty certain. It almost seemed like the corn was growing before her eyes, getting taller and taller the longer she stood there.

She stared up at the sky, shivering, its dark color and almost green clouds making her feel uncomfortable now, despite the bright rainbow still blazing through them. Something was definitely wrong, but she had no idea what it was, or how she could fix it, if it was even something that could be repaired. Mostly, she just wanted to get away from it all, but she couldn’t get back to her house now.

So, instead, she gathered her courage and stepped forward into the corn maze. She heard a scratching sound behind her and spun around to see more corn had sprung up, sealing her inside. She shivered, skin crawling at the sight, confirming, once and for all, that this was no ordinary field, as if there could have been any doubt about that. Even stranger, there was a doll hanging on the new cornstalks, arms splayed wide like a tiny scarecrow, though she doubted it would scare anyone. It was pretty normal sized for a doll, with golden hair and a cute, frilly pink dress, so short that it left the diaper underneath perfectly visible. The only thing disturbing about it was the beady, black eyes – and the fact that it had apparently appeared out of nowhere, without a speck of dirt on it.

“H-Hello?” she called out, not sure if she really wanted an answer or not. She doubted the farmer would be happy to find her walking through his field, even if it had gone crazy, but at the same time, she didn’t really want to have to go into this thing blind… If there was somebody else in there, maybe they could tell her which way was the right one… But there was no answer.

She walked forward towards the paths branching out from the entryway, peeking around the corners to see if there was any indication of where they might lead. She was still feeling apprehensive, and moving slowly; that was very fortunate for her, since it gave her time to notice when her velcro shoe was being tugged on and pull back before stepping with full force.

She looked down to see the puddle of mud she’d half stepped in stretch up with her foot before letting go and splashing back to the ground. She jumped back, heart pounding, almost wondering if it was a monster of some kind in disguise. Turning and running away sounded like a good plan, however, there wasn’t really anywhere to go, and for all she knew, there were more of these things in the maze.

She turned to one of the walls and, with some effort, ripped off one of the longer leaves, then knelt down, gently placing it into the puddle. Almost immediately, the leaf began to sink as if it weighed a ton, instead of virtually nothing, like it was being yanked into the mud. In the few seconds Lucy spent watching in horror as it was swallowed up completely, the corn stalk had grown back its leaf.

Was it quicksand? Lucy was pretty sure that didn’t happen around here… Did it happen at all anymore? It looked a little thicker than what she was used to on TV, but that was television, not real life. Not that this felt like real life… Either way, no matter what it was, she was determined to watch her step from here on in.

The puddle actually made her choice a little easier, since it stretched across almost the whole width of the path, limiting her access to just two paths. She could probably squeeze past it and get to the passageways she saw beyond, but at this point, the two she could get to were just as good as any of those. If they both led her to dead ends, she could worry about getting to the others; for the moment, she chose to go to the right. She seemed to remember hearing something once about running one of your hands along one of the walls in a maze to find the way out, but she couldn’t remember which wall, or which hand… Maybe she should have paid more attention; she’d never actually expected to find herself somewhere that sort of knowledge would come in handy. Instead, she just had to make a choice.

She glanced behind herself at the doll hanging there in the corn, part of her wanting to go grab it to have some sort of companionship on this journey, the rest of her thinking alternately of how strange this all was, that doll’s appearance very much included. Besides, she was an adult… She didn’t need some stupid doll to keep her company.

She marched forward, keeping her eyes down on the ground to look for any other mud puddles so she could be sure to avoid them. The path rounded a corner almost immediately, then went straight for a very long time, almost far enough to make Lucy wonder if she’d chosen right the first time, and this was taking her straight through the field and to the forest. After a while, however, there was a sharp turn back into the heart of the field, then another, and then a dead end.

She stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw the solid wall of corn stalks in front of her, a wave of disappointment washing over her. Disappointment and… something else… Her mind swam for a moment as she stumbled backwards, legs tangling up in each other, nearly making her fall flat on her backside. As soon as her brain stopped shaking, she scrambled away, her pace quickening as she ran back down the long corridor to the entryway.

Maybe it had been nothing… Maybe it was just her imagination, or frustration at having chosen the wrong path, and gone so far before realizing that. It felt like something more than that, however… She wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it still made her shiver to think about it as she stepped back into that first corn ‘room’. It was oddly comforting, looking around to see that same mud puddle, that other path on the opposite wall, that doll, with its yellow dress hanging there, watching her…

She furrowed her brow as she took a second look at it, feeling like something was different, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it looked a little bigger? No, it had to be her mind playing tricks on her… Again, she felt a brief desire to go grab the doll and take it with her, only to brush it off and head for the other path. Surely this one would take her further in… Or, if not, she was going to have to squeeze past that puddle after all.

She took it as a good sign that, after one turn, she was faced with another pair of pathways to choose from. Obviously, that didn’t mean that either of these would take her to the exit, but it wasn’t a dead end. It was the left path that had brought her here, so perhaps she ought to stick with that, and go with the left at this branch as well… Then again, that could be a trap, and this choice might require her to go right.

Just like before, what she could see of both looked basically the same, so she decided to go left – why not stick with what had worked so far? After the initial turn, the path became much curvier than any of the others she had been down, almost as if it were leading her in a spiral, or circle, rather than the mostly straight lines she’d seen so far. That was probably good, right?

The curve ended in an abrupt right angle, and then an opening onto what looked like a pretty large room, another fissure in the wall of corn almost straight ahead, on the other side of the room. It seemed familiar… Then again, it was all just corn, so the whole place looked quite similar. She hesitated anyway, her stomach twisting with the sense that something was wrong. She could always go back and take the other path where she’d branched off… But she could do that even if she went into this room first. There could be some sort of a hint here, or potentially even the exit itself…

So, she stepped out of the doorway, and immediately gasped, feeling that same sensation she had when she’d hit the dead end. She put her head in her hands with a whimper, standing perfectly still there for a few moments before she could look up, glad that there hadn’t been anything, or anyone, here to attack her while she’d been standing there, incapacitated.

She was feeling a little queasy even before she saw the room. On her right, the room stretched onwards, a few openings in the corn visible, although she’d have to pass a large mud puddle, taking up almost the whole width of the area, to get to them. Straight ahead of her was the path she had seen even before stepping into the room… And on the left, she saw the doll.

She was sure it was the same, despite something not looking quite the same. Could it be bigger? She shook her head, which was feeling a bit fuzzy. She’d thought the same thing last time… The doll had its brown hair, its short yellow dress – or was it meant to be a shirt? It was so tiny it could have been either, she supposed – and pink diaper cover. That was what it had always been wearing… Wasn’t it?

As she was staring at it, she could have sworn she saw it start to shake. She backed away, trying to tell herself it was just the wind, despite not feeling any breeze. It had to have been her imagination, then… She made herself turn away from the doll, looking at the rest of the room instead.

This was the place she’d started, she was certain of that. She hadn’t seen the path she’d taken converge with the original one, yet somehow she’d gotten turned around anyway. This place was even more confusing than she’d thought… She turned around to head back in, knowing now that she had to take the right path when she hit the split, only to stop to survey her surroundings again.

She was back on the right side of the room… She shook her head, turning around in a circle, hoping to spot something that would tell her otherwise, but nothing had changed. How could that be possible? The hall she’d just come from was nothing like the one she’d seen when she’d gone to the right the first time…

She’d known there was something different, strange, off about this place from the beginning, but now she was starting to think she had underestimated all of that. Could these paths lead somewhere different every time? Normally, the answer would be ‘Of course not’, but now…

On one hand, the idea was disheartening, since it meant there was no real solution, that she’d just have to keep trying and trying until she got lucky; on the other, it also meant she wouldn’t have to worry about getting past the mud. She had two doors to choose from, and either one could potentially be correct.

To test her theory, she went back down the path she’d just come from. There was a turn, and then a very long, very straight corridor that looked a lot like it had the first time she’d explored this way. “What is going on?!” she stomped her foot in frustration.

Still, she had no way of knowing, for sure, that this was exactly the same, not without going a little further. She trudged on, and on, until she finally had to take a corner. A short ways ahead of her, she saw another turn, and as soon as she saw it, she knew, for sure, that there was nothing but a dead end beyond it, just like the first time.

She spun around, half angry at herself for wasting all that time, half desperate to get away from that wall of corn she knew lurked just a few feet away, even though she couldn’t see it. As soon as she took a step back down the corridor in the other way, however, the feeling hit her anyway, making her fall to her knees with a yelp.

She stayed down for a few moments, before she could, at last, find the strength to push herself back up onto her feet. For a moment, she turned back and forth blankly, unsure which way she was supposed to go, before her memory cleared up. She almost ran her way back to the first room, although there was only so fast she could go with the bulky diaper brushing against her thighs and pushing them apart. She sank to the ground once she was back, panting for air, tears burning her eyes. Was she ever going to find her way out of here?!

She noticed the sound almost right away, although it didn’t register with her for a few moments, and it took a few more before she realized it was a voice. At first, she pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to hide, not wanting anyone to see her like this, but then she remembered that – embarrassing outfit or not – she had wanted to find someone else, someone to help her find her way out. There was safety in numbers, and maybe whoever else it was knew their way around better than her.

“H-Hello?” She lifted her head, slowly getting to her feet. “Where are you?!”

“Wight hewe!” the other voice squeaked. “Hewp!”

Lucy’s heart sank a little. If this other person wanted help, she doubted they would be able to provide much for her… She looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, but all she saw was the doll.

It definitely hadn’t been that big before, she was pretty sure of that… It looked about half her size, if not bigger. It was still shaking, though now the movement seemed different somehow, more deliberate, it’s black hair – the same as Lucy’s – shifting back and forth as if the doll was shaking its head. Lucy squinted, wondering how she’d ever mistaken the pink shorts it was wearing for a diaper cover… They were small, sure, but it was obvious what they were meant to be, and she wasn’t really in the position to say much about the length of shorts, considering her own weren’t doing much to mask her diaper. She also hadn’t noticed that the picture of the puppy on the doll’s shirt was exactly the same as the one on her’s. How could she have missed that?

“Hewp!”

Lucy jumped back as she saw the doll’s mouth move, its head turning towards her, black, beady eyes staring straight at her. No… This couldn’t be happening… It was a doll! “I-I can’t!” she stammered, feeling a brief spray of wetness dribble its way into her diaper at the sight as she dashed for the other side of the room. “S-Sorry!” All she had to do was go in there, and then go the other way at the fork, and surely that would lead her out… Or at least further in, where she wouldn’t have to come back to this room again…

She stopped in her tracks just outside the door. She just had to choose the other path… But which one was that? It hadn’t been that long ago, so she ought to remember, and yet, when she thought about it, all she could see was fog. She didn’t want to go in there without being certain, or else she might take the wrong doorway again, or if she turned back early, this place might punish her again…

“Come on,” she whimpered, bouncing on her toes as she struggled to force herself to remember. She’d taken the left path to get to the branch, and then she’d either gone left again, since that had worked out, or right, assuming that the maze wasn’t so easy that she could just keep going the same way each time… But which was it?!

“No,” she heard the doll behind her. “Sowwy, I-I didn’t say it wight… I want to hewp you!”

“Huh?” Lucy sniffled, chewing on her bottom lip as she turned back to the doll. “What was that?”

“I want to hewp you!” the doll repeated, wriggling in place. “Pwease, hewp me down!”

Lucy saw now that the leaves from the corn stalks had grown around the doll’s limbs, and that was what was keeping it hanging there. The thing still gave her the creeps a little, but it looked like it was as much a victim of this place as she was, though… “I-I thought you said you were going to help me…”

“I will,” the doll nodded. “You just hafta get me down fiwst…”

Lucy knew she should help – it was always good to help – though she couldn’t help but wonder, “How can you help?”

“I know the way out of hewe! Pwease, wet me hewp, ow you’ww be stuck hewe fowevew!”

 

 

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“I’m very sorry,” Ami made herself say, scowling inside as she thought back to the lecture she’d just gotten from the principal. “I should have offered to help, not insulted you… I hope you can forgive me.”

Ami did her best not to show her disgust as she watched Krystal, the spoiled little rich girl, pretend to think about it. “Well, I might be able to do that…” she said finally. “If you really do want to help me.”

“Of course,” Ami forced a smile. “Whatever you need.”

“Perfect!” Krystal clapped her hands. “You can come over here every day, then, and tutor me…. I’ve always thought you were a good teacher, despite that little… outburst… but there are just so many other kids in class. I’m sure I’ll learn a lot more one on one.”

“Great,” Ami attempted to sound, if not enthusiastic, at least not as angry as she felt. Sure, what she’d said might have been a bit extreme, yet so was giving up her evenings to be a private tutor, something the girl’s parents could obviously afford without dragging her into this. Krystal’s family, however, had other things to spend their money on… Like funding a whole new wing for the school, which was exactly why Ami was being forced to try to make things right with their only child.

“We’ll start today,” Krystal declared. “My driver will take us both… I’d hate for your car to break down on the way there. Don’t worry, he won’t mind driving you back here to pick it up when you’re done.”

Ami could tell, from the girl’s tone, that she didn’t really have a choice here, so she sighed, nodded, and, after the school day ended, was escorted to a very nice car and driven to an even nicer mansion. Krystal led her to a fancy living room, then let Ami get set up while she fetched them some drinks.

Ami was surprised at that – maybe the girl wasn’t as snobby as she’d thought, not to make one of the servants Ami was certain was there do it for her – until she actually picked up the glass of lemonade she’d been given. Krystal had already bustled back out of the room with some strange, quickly thought-up excuse… Ami found out why as she tilted the glass to her lips, and found out it was some silly prank glass, as the liquid all drained out of tiny holes in the pattern she hadn’t noticed, dumping the contents on her lap.

“What did you do?!” Krystal squealed. “Do you have any idea how much my parents paid for that sofa?!” She whipped out her cell phone, snapping photos before Ami could protest that she knew that the girl had set this up. “Nanny!” she yelled.

“Stop it,” Ami rolled her eyes. “This isn’t fooling anyone… I know what you’re trying to do, but…”

She gulped as a large, slightly older, but far larger, woman appeared, eyeing her. “What do we have here?” she asked, staring Ami right in the eyes, making the teacher squirm despite knowing she hadn’t done anything.

“This is that mean girl who made fun of me yesterday, Nanny!” Krystal announced. “She said I didn’t belong out of diapers, and now look what she did!”

“No!” Ami shook her head. “I’m not a girl, I’m her teacher, and I told her that with how little effort she puts into her work, I’m surprised she passed potty training, much less…” She gasped as Nanny grabbed her by the arm, yanking her off the sofa.

“Miss Krystal doesn’t lie,” the woman declared. “I taught her better than that… So, you are exactly who she says you are, young lady, and I’m not about to let you run around soiling any more furniture!”

“I’ll clean up here,” Krystal offered angelically. “Why don’t you put her in one of my old play uniforms? I bet that would fit her!”

Despite Ami trying to explain what had happened, and beg for the woman to stop, she was dragged into the bathroom, where she was stripped, put into the tub, and scrubbed clean, while the Nanny lectured her on bullying, even if it was just to try to cover up her own insecurities. Being seen by some stranger naked was bad enough; being bathed by her ratcheted the humiliation up even higher; then, to top it off, when Nanny finally took Ami out of the bath and patted her dry, she opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the biggest, thickest diaper Ami had ever seen.

“Miss Krystal hasn’t needed her nighttime protection in some time now… But it’s a good thing I saved them, isn’t it?” Ami wilted under the woman’s gaze, wiggling helplessly as she begged and pleaded not to be put into a diaper… Not that it helped. She could hardly believe how huge and bulky it was, her mind spinning at the very idea that she, an adult in her twenties, had just been diapered like a baby, and about to be seen like that by her student… Then, to add insult to injury, Nanny took her through the house in just her diaper to a large, empty bedroom, pulling a schoolgirl uniform out of the closet. “She hasn’t worn this in quite some time, either, but I believe she’s right that it will fit you… And you’d better thank her for letting you use it. Clearly, you need some lessons in manners… I hope you come around more often, so I can give them to you.”

Krystal was beside herself when Ami finally waddled back into the living room, Nanny trailing behind her. “She’s so cute! Thanks so much, Nanny!” She grinned, snapping another picture before hugging Ami and ‘forgiving’ her for her accident, watching the other woman walk away. “Now,” she giggled, “Do you know where this uniform is really from?” Ami, still stunned at the insane turn this afternoon had taken, shook her head. “My parents give a lot of money to another school… A boarding school for troubled little girls… Like you.” She smiled when Ami looked up at her, somehow even more confused. “My parents have been bugging me to do some volunteer work and junk… So, as far as they’re concerned, you’re a student there, and I’ve taken you under my wing to tutor you. You’ll come home with me every day and work on my… I mean, ‘your’ homework. You’ll get it all done, correctly, and you’ll do everything I say… Like peeing yourself right now.”

Ami gasped as she felt Krystal put a hand right on her diaper. “N-No,” she shook her head. “No, I’m the tutor, not you… And…”

“You’re going to do everything I say,” Krystal repeated. “Because every night, I’m going to walk you out to the car, like a good friend… And I’ll tell the driver whether to take you back to your car, so you can go home… Or to the school this uniform belongs to. They’ve got a nice file with your name on it there… You’re a bad girl, Ami… Once the driver takes you to the Headmistress, she’ll keep you on close watch to make sure you never run away again… And you’ll be staying in your diapers full time, because there are so many failed potty training attempts on your record… Poor thing… I bet it’ll be years before they bother to try again… Probably not until you’re almost ready to graduate in, oh, four years,” Krystal stared Ami right in the eyes. “Now… Wet yourself, or you’ll be going there tonight.”

Ami whimpered and squirmed, but, in the end, she had to give up, looking down at her feet as she felt the warm liquid starting to spread through the thick padding between her legs, as Krystal pushed harder against her diaper, giggling as she felt the woman give in. “Nanny!” she called when Ami was almost done. “She did it again!” She chuckled as Ami gave her a panicked look, cheeks burning. “I sure hope you didn’t tell her you don’t need diapers…” she said, in a tone that made it obvious she knew Ami had done just the opposite. “She doesn’t like liars… I bet she’ll get out the hairbrush… Maybe you should hide.”

Ami stared at her in disbelief, almost sure that she had to be joking, until she thought about everything else that had happened. She took off as quickly as she could manage with the bulky diaper slowing her down, but she had barely made it into the dining room when she heard the Nanny’s heavy footsteps. She gulped, turning slowly, hoping against hope she wouldn’t see what she feared there, behind her…

She was an adult, a teacher… She shouldn’t have been forced to apologize to a student for saying she wasn’t working hard enough… She certainly shouldn’t be about to be given a bare-bottom spanking and diaper change, before being sent back to the living room to do her student’s homework as if it were her own, all so she could avoid spending the next few years as a diapered schoolgirl… As opposed to just spending her afternoons that way. She gulped, feeling her diaper grow a little wetter as saw a large form fill the doorway, and she wished she’d just been a little more sincere with her apology…

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“Would you care to explain yourself, young lady?”

Claire really didn’t have an answer… She was just as confused as the woman she was babysitting for, to be honest. One moment, she’d been trying to help potty-train the woman’s daughter, telling her about just how fun and exciting it was to wear big girl panties instead of diapers; the next, she was sitting on the floor, naked, on a large, adult diaper, as the girl’s mother stared down at her.

“I-It wasn’t me!” Claire gasped, scrambling to cover herself as best she could. “I-I didn’t do anything!”

“I hired you to help teach my daughter to get out of diapers, not to parade around in them yourself!” the woman told her sternly, grabbing Claire’s hand, and, much to the girl’s dismay, pulling her down over her lap.

No way… She couldn’t be… Claire yelped as she felt the woman’s hand slap down across her backside, almost definitely leaving a pink mark on her tender flesh. “N-no!” she cried. “It’s not my fault!”

“Then whose is it?” the woman demanded, giving Claire’s bottom another spank. “I can’t believe you would expose my daughter to… whatever this is!”

“I-I wasn’t! I didn’t! I was just…” Claire whimpered, squirming on the woman’s lap as she began the spanking in earnest, unable to do anything to escape, or block, the blows.

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It had been child’s play… Mia almost felt like she was cheating.

And, in a way, she was… She’d seen the woman’s fiance and decided that she wanted him, that she’d do whatever it took to get him. He’d been a good boy, resisting her advances, but only after she’d invited herself into his place. He’d even told her that he was engaged, and showed her a picture… She’d pretended to back down, gushing over how adorable the other woman – Anastasia – was. She borrowed his phone, saying her own had run out of battery, and she was tipsy enough to need to call for a ride home, and found Ana’s number.

Adorable, Mia had decided, was the perfect word for the girl. She looked so young, so innocent, so immature… She definitely wasn’t what he needed. She sent Ana a text from her own phone, attaching a file that she claimed had a picture she’d find quite interesting, claiming that he’d had to get a new phone.

If she questioned it, or didn’t open the file, then it was over… It was a test, in a way, to see if maybe Mia had been wrong about the girl, that she really was fit to marry the man she’d somehow managed to catch the attention of.

She’d bought the lie hook, line, and sinker. Judging by how quickly she’d replied, she didn’t even think twice about it… Clearly, it was a good thing Mia had stepped in… It was for everyone’s own good.

“Do you really think I’d look good in them?” Anastasia texted back.

“Of course!” Mia had replied. “They’re the newest trend in lingerie.”

The file hadn’t just been a picture of sexy, yet cute, underwear, however, even if that was how Ana had seen it – it was a hypnotic video, one designed to make sure she didn’t question why her fiance was texting her from two different numbers, or why that underwear her fiance was so eager to see her in had been in such an odd aisle, or came in such strange packaging… Fashion was a strange thing, after all.

If the strange looks the cashier gave her when purchasing them made her worry, it was only because she thought the other woman didn’t think she was mature enough to pull the look off, which made her even more determined to do so. By that time, they’d been on her mind so much – helped along by her compulsion to stare at that “image” she’d been sent as often as possible – that she could hardly wait to get home to try them on, sure that they were going to make her look so hot…

And, in her mind, they did… It was difficult to figure out how to put them on at first, though she managed. Her heart was beating, a heat rising between her legs, even before she looked at herself in the mirror, and the sight of what she saw as skimpy lingerie, the kind she’d never dared to try on before, sure her body wasn’t right for it, made her immediately begin to rub the front, not caring about the strange crinkling noises that made, only how wonderful it made her feel.

Mia had burst out laughing when the girl sent her a selfie, hardly able to believe how well, and how quickly, it had worked. She sent the girl a new girl, partially to instruct her to text her fiance’s real number and tell him that there was a surprise waiting for him that night.

Another rest of the file got her even more attached to her new underwear, to the point where she wanted to wear it all the time, never take it off… For anything. Of course, she felt anxious that first time she went into the bathroom, needing to pee, yet not wanting to take off her lingerie… To her surprise, despite how sheer and skimpy it was, after her bladder had given up, her underwear still looked good as new. No… It actually looked even better, somehow.

She was confused, certainly, when her fiance got home that day and looked confused and worried when she’d proudly done a striptease for him, asking why she was wearing them. “Because I love them!” she’d pouted. “I need them!”

It definitely looked that way to him, seeing as they were soaked, nearly leaking. He tried to get her to take them off, at least to change, but that sent her into a temper tantrum that he had no idea how to handle… At least, until he remembered that woman he’d met at the bar, who had told him she was a psychologist… He wasn’t sure why he was thinking of her, but for some reason, he thought she might have some insight into this strangeness.

As soon as Mia walked in, Anastasia was enthralled, just as she’d been instructed. Even though she felt very grown-up in her new underwear, Mia was clearly way more of an adult than her, someone she should listen to and look up to, and obey no matter what. Mia spoke to her sternly, and she ran off to clean herself up and change, too scared to disobey.

Mia had shrugged, telling the girl’s fiance that he just had to be firm. That didn’t work for him, however… As the days went on, and Ana kept wearing diapers, and refusing to use the toilet, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t stop, or change herself, unless he called Mia over to make her.

It was Ana who finally suggested it… She’d stopped sleeping in the same bed as her fiance, no longer able to see why she would want to… He took up too much of the bed, and that feeling she could barely remember he’d used to give her was now provided by her underwear. One night, after Mia had been called in, she’d said, “Why don’t you just stay here?”

“Don’t be silly,” Mia had smiled at her. “Where would I stay? You’re in the guest room…”

“Just sleep in Daddy’s bed,” she said – she didn’t even seem to notice she was calling her fiance that now, more often than not – “I’m sure he won’t mind!”

The man had looked a little sheepish at that. “I-I could sleep on the couch if you want,” he offered. “It would make sense, though, for you to stay here… You’re the only one she’ll listen to…”

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“You are just going to be the most beautiful bride ever!” Mia gushed as she watched Anastasia march out of the fitting room in what was clearly – to everyone except the girl wearing it – a flower girl’s dress.

“Thank you!” Ana grinned. “I can’t believe it’s finally happening!”

“Now, you remember the most important part of a bride’s job, right?” Mia asked. The girl nodded, but Mia gestured anyway. “Show me, sweetie!”

“If I see anything on the ground, I pick it up!” Ana exclaimed, bending over at the waist, flashing her diaper quite obviously, not thinking twice as Mia, smiling, lifted her skirt even more.

“I think you might need a change,” Mia told her. “Are you ready?”

“No!” Ana shook her head. “I want to practice more! I gotta get it right!”

“Good girl,” Mia smiled. “And what else do you have to do?”

“I throw the flower petals!” Anastasia said, bouncing in excitement, seemingly seeing no conflict between those two things.

“Good girl!” Mia beamed. It would be adorable, watching Ana with her basket of flower petals, tossing them up in the air before bending down to pick them up… Mia would make sure to feed the girl plenty of fiber that day, too, just to give the marriage guests even more to gawk at.

That ought to keep the girl busy while Mia, the actual bride, married her husband. It was possible that the sight of Mia, in a wedding dress, kissing the girl’s former fiance at the altar would snap her out of it, at last… But by then, what could she do? She’d still be there, at what should have been her wedding, the flower girl in the messy diaper, who had brought all of this about by inviting, even encouraging, Mia to stay with them, and spending her nights masturbating in her diapers, totally oblivious to the sounds of her fiance and Mia in the other room.

Either way, Anastasia was her’s. Even if she broke the hypnosis, she was still surely incontinent by now, and, at the slightest hypnotic urge from Mia, had given up her job and her savings account to spend more time at home lounging around in her “sexy underwear”, and begged Mia to adopt her. It had felt a bit silly, watching the girl whine and plead about it, but Mia had made sure Ana would make a scene about it, so that the fiance wouldn’t think it was Mia’s idea.

Mia wasn’t sure which she’d prefer – an oblivious, brainless girl, thinking she was married to Mia’s husband, with no concept of what that meant; or an angry, but ultimately helpless, woman, totally dependent on the woman who had stolen her fiance, though seemingly only at Ana’s own insistence. It didn’t really matter either way… She’d take what she would get, and either way, she knew the girl would be utterly adorable. It was what she was best at, after all.

 

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A Visit to Auntie’s

A Visit to Auntie’s

Ella always hated going to visit her aunt Charlotte. The woman was nice enough, sure, especially when Ella’s parents were around, but she always treated Ella like a little kid… Especially after Ella’s parents dropped her off and left her alone.

It was always, “Are you sure you’re old enough to watch that?” or “Do you need any help with that?” or “You’re too little for that,” all of which annoyed Ella, generally making her sulk until Charlotte said, “If you’re going to act like a pouty baby, I’m going to treat you like one! That’s the way things work in this house, young lady!”

Then Ella would get marched to the nursery, where she spent most of the rest of her stay. Charlotte always told her it was only for the rest of the day, as long as she could show she was mature enough to handle being a big girl again, yet, somehow, Ella always found herself having accidents – despite being perfectly potty trained otherwise – in the diapers she was taped into, making Charlotte shake her head and say she obviously needed another day.

Ella was a late bloomer, so the game went on for quite a while, much to her dismay. When she finally started to grow too big for the baby furniture, she was thrilled, certain this meant that things would be normal, that whenever her parents shipped her off there for a long weekend, or her annual week-long summer stay, Charlotte would just treat her like a big kid.

She was wrong. While she did her best to control her emotions, being told she still wasn’t old enough to flip the channel to anything more mature than Disney Junior made her more angry than ever, and she found herself being escorted back to the nursery, protesting that she was too big for it… Only to find that her aunt had replaced all of the baby furniture with larger versions.

That was when Ella realized that it would never stop… Not unless she did something about it. She’d long suspected that Charlotte had to be doing something to make her have accidents once the baby treatment started, but she’d never quite been able to figure out what. She was determined to discover the secret, planned on sneaking out of her crib to investigate – after being put to bed early, of course, and then waiting to hear her aunt retreat to her own bedroom – yet, to her dismay, this new crib was tall enough to keep her safely inside all night long, and during the day, Charlotte watched her like a hawk, always eager to find some new infraction to extend the punishment.

So, once she was back home, Ella had to find more excuses to visit her aunt, making her trips there – and then, inevitably, back into diapers – more frequent. She did her best to stay unpunished for as long as possible, to keep her freedom so she could snoop around in those rare instances she was left alone… It was slow work, until, one day, she noticed a strange, unmarked bottle at the back of Charlotte’s fridge. She’d seen it before, always overlooking it, but this time, she decided to open it up. Was it something Charlotte had just forgotten about? Ella had never seen the woman cook with it, or do anything with it… It was just always there.

She sniffed it, then, praying it hadn’t gone bad, took a swig. At first, nothing seemed different, but a little while later, after assuming it was nothing special after all and retreating to the living room, Ella was shocked to feel a sudden dampness begin to spread throughout her panties. She glanced down, curious, then gasped and leaped up, just in time to see the crotch of her pants soak and drip, wetness starting to flow down her thighs while she watched, helpless.

That got her back in diapers straight away, certainly, along with a spanking and some time scrubbing Charlotte’s couch, where she’d been sitting… It also got her a plan.

She waited through a few more long weekends, not wanting to cancel now that she knew the truth, and risk her aunt getting suspicious. She waited for the summer trip, then held off as long as she could before offering to grab Charlotte something to drink from the kitchen while she got herself a soda.

Less than an hour later, she saw the wet spot appear, even before Charlotte could start to look panicked, could try to dart to the bathroom, for all the good that would do her. She protested, but fair was fair… And Ella was just as tall as her now. In no time, Charlotte was diapered up, dolled up in one of the outfits she’d bought for Ella, and playing in the nursery.

Like a good caretaker, Ella made sure to keep her well-hydrated… And, like a good caretaker, she asked her often how her diaper was doing, making her lift the skirt of her dress to show her, savoring the blush on her cheeks every time she refused to answer out loud, raising her skirt anyway as Ella threatened to go grab the hairbrush she’d used after Charlotte’s accident.

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Charlotte knew what was happening, of course; she wasn’t stupid. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean there was anything she could do about it. It was her house, her rules… And that was the problem. She’d always told Ella that she didn’t tolerate such childish behavior under her roof from anyone unless they were a baby.

Well… Now, she was the baby. She didn’t know how Ella had figured it out, but after the third bottle, and second wet diaper, she knew she had to have. There was no way she’d have peed herself multiple times in one day without it… Right? She squirmed, cheeks flushing. That had to be it… She wasn’t even noticing it while it happened, just felt a warm, wet squish as she fidgeted while playing on the floor. She was terrified that she’d say she was dry during one of her checks, then get proven wrong without even realizing she was lying, and give Ella an excuse to punish her further.

She tried to refuse the bottles, but that was seen as a tantrum, earning her time in the corner… Then she got angry enough to remind Ella this was her house, letting a simple ‘damn’ slip out, and her time-out followed a mouth-soaping, with the bar of soap still firmly in place as she wiggled and sniffled in the corner, feeling absolutely ridiculous.

She was put to bed even earlier than Ella’s punishment bedtime, with a night-time bottle and double-thick diapers. “The guest bedroom is all right,” Ella told her, standing at the light switch, smiling smugly, “but your bed is so much bigger and nicer… I think I’ll stay in there.”

With that, she flipped off the light, leaving Charlotte trapped in a crib while she went off to the woman’s queen sized bed. Charlotte growled and cursed to herself, thinking of the brat splayed out, watching the TV in her bedroom, while she sat in her crib, illuminated by her nightlight, and fought to keep from drinking more of the bottle than she had to. Unfortunately, one of the side effects of the drug was increased thirst, which encouraged the victim to keep hydrated, and also meant that, while she was trapped in there overnight with nothing else to drink, she eventually had little choice but to suck down more of it.

Even worse, she could feel a pressure building inside her… She’d made Ella do that a couple times, but generally the clean-up was more than she liked to deal with, so it was only when the girl really insisted she was too old for this, just to show her who was in charge. Could she really want Charlotte to do it?

Charlotte squirmed uncomfortably, staring up at the bars around her. Why had she gotten them made so high? The drug was a muscle relaxant, mostly targeting the bladder, but also weakening the victim’s legs and arms, making sure that fighting back, or trying to climb out of something like a giant crib, was extra difficult. Ella had been giving her much more than Charlotte ever gave her, and already Charlotte’s gait had grown more wide and wobbly, and as she reluctantly lifted the bottle to her mouth, she had to use both hands to keep ahold of it.

It also meant that, as the pressure in her stomach began to build, she felt an involuntary push. Her eyes widened, a gooey gush of mush sliding into her pants before she could stop it. “E-Ella!” she called desperately. “Ella, please, let me use the potty! I’m sorry about all of this, I really am! Please, just…!”

In her panic, she leapt to her feet without thinking, wanting to tug on the bars and try to escape… Instead, she froze as she felt the disgusting mass inside of her begin to force itself the rest of the way out, exploding out into her diaper in a humiliating mudslide that only got worse as she lost her balance and fell back onto her backside. She sat there, stunned and mortified, for a long moment before bursting into tears.

After being discovered in her full diaper the next morning, there was no hope of convincing Ella that Charlotte was the adult… For several days, Charlotte was fed more and more of the drug, leaving her weaker and weaker, until she was reduced to crawling around her own house on all fours, helplessly pooping her diaper, often several times a day as Ella began feeding her plenty of baby food, preferring bean, pea, banana, and prune.

She lost track of time until, finally, Ella giggled, “Aren’t you going to be embarrassed for my parents to come here and find you like that?” Charlotte’s eyes widened… She always teased Ella with that, threatening to let her parents see her in her diaper, or tell them about all her accidents… She never did, of course, since she doubted they would approve, but it was cute to watch the girl struggling even harder than usual to keep her pants dry for the last day or two of her trip.

On the other side, however, it was much more frantic, praying for the drug to wear off enough to be able to pretend none of this had happened when her sister and brother-in-law showed up to pick Ella up… Ella refused to tell her how long she had, making each failed attempt at walking without holding onto the wall, each accident in her diapers, even more terrifying. She couldn’t let herself be seen like this, she just couldn’t! Yet… Did she even have a chance? She had no clue if Ella was still dosing her with the drug or not. She felt like she was getting better and controlling her bladder and bowels, but did that mean the drug was wearing off, or that she was just getting a bit of a tolerance for it? Would Ella really be cruel enough not to even give her a shot?

She got her answer one day as she struggled to make her klutzy fingers work correctly again. She was concentrating hard, which made her feel a little less bad about not realizing she was messing herself until she felt her onesie grow a little tighter as her diaper began to expand, but, sure enough, with some work, she was able to get the plastic wrapper off. Then, as a further victory, she was even able to keep hold of the stick with only one hand!

“I did it!” she exclaimed, relief starting to wash over her, sure that Ella really had decided to take mercy on her. If she worked at it just as hard, she was certain she’d be able to walk somewhat decently in an hour or two as well!

“Oh, you are home!” Her blood froze as she heard her sister’s voice. “Ella told us you had to run into work… What did you do?”

Her eyes widened. Was today the day? She wriggled in fear as she heard footsteps approaching as she lay there on her tummy, in her onesie and her dirty diaper, surrounded by oversized baby furniture, toys, and clothes… “Oh, maybe she meant she was working in her home office… It was just a quick note, I might have misunderstood. She spends an awful lot of time in there… We barely had time to do anything this trip. She must be super busy…”

“We won’t take up too much of your time!” Charlotte’s sister called, her voice sounding almost right outside the door. “I just want to poke my head in and say hi to my little sister before we head back home!”

“N-No!” Charlotte gasped, eyes widening as she saw the doorknob start to turn. “I-I…”

“It’ll be just a second! I have to thank you for taking care of my daughter all week!”

“B-But…” Charlotte whimpered, watching helplessly as the door opened, cheeks already beet red as she futilely tried to think up an explanation for what was happening here.

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