Take One, Please

Take One, Please

Lolette smirked as she sauntered past a group of kids on their way up to the porch, knowing there were only a few pieces of candy left in the bowl there, labelled ‘Take One, Please’ – far less than there were people in the group. Maybe she should feel bad, or offer to share the couple handfuls she’d just taken from there with them… But she didn’t. She just kept walking, searching for the next house with the unattended stash of candy.

Besides, it wasn’t like she had a choice… Those kids could go up to any house and ask for candy, and they’d give it to them, no question. She could maybe do the same, especially if the person guarding the candy was a single guy, seeing her there in her naughty schoolgirl outfit, skirt short enough for her to flash her black panties at them if she thought they needed a little more persuasion, skirt unbuttoned low enough to show off a good bit of her matching black bra… But there was just as good a chance that she’d get a dirty look instead, a lecture on how she was way too old for trick or treating.

Sure, she could have gone and bought her own candy, and if she waited until tomorrow, it would all be on sale, so she could buy even more of it… It wasn’t the same, though. Halloween candy just didn’t taste as good if you got it for yourself! So, despite being well out of her teens – the beginning of which she knew a lot of people thought was when kids should stop trick or treating – and even out of college, she still dressed up and walked around to scavenge candy from wherever she could get it.

She paused at the next house where she didn’t see somebody waiting on the porch, trying to figure out if it had candy sitting out somewhere or not. She didn’t see a bowl, yet the light was on, and the yard was decorated quite festively, the gate standing wide open, inviting her in.

She shrugged, told herself it was worth a shot, and made her way through the faux graveyard, plastic skeleton arms reaching up from the ground, some of them wiggling around in what she had to admit was a pretty cool effect, even if the batteries on some of them were clearly starting to wear down. When she got closer to the porch, however, she could tell there was no candy bowl there, and also that the front door was open…

With a sigh, she nearly gave up, certain there was somebody inside, probably watching a scary movie, waiting to pop out and offer what they would assume was a child some candy. Maybe it was worth trying, probably not… Luckily, before she could turn back around, she spotted a plastic cauldron sitting on the floor, with a sign over it. It was too far away to read clearly, but she was sure there were just three words on it, three words she knew quite well…

It was strange that they were keeping the candy outside, and it made her a little anxious, yet she could tell, even from here, that the cauldron was still full, ripe for the taking. With a grin, she quickened her pace, slowing down only as she stepped up onto the porch, not wanting to give away that she was there. If the door was standing open, surely somebody was there in the house… Maybe they were having a party in another room, and wouldn’t be able to hear her anyway, or perhaps they had simply stepped to the bathroom for a minute, and would come rushing out at the sound of a trick or treater.

She didn’t hear any party sounds as she crept into the house, but, fortunately, she didn’t hear anything else, either. She walked over to the cauldron and grabbed a handful of the treats inside, stuffing them into her bag. Instantly, she felt a touch dizzy, but she tried to shake it off, glancing around to ensure nobody was watching before reaching in again, and again, not noticing her skirt lengthening, her shirt buttoning itself up chastely, before they both combined, colors changing from white and plaid to bright pastels.

It wasn’t until the skirt began to shorten again, joining up with itself between her legs, that she realized something was happening. She frowned, feeling something else changing, her formerly skimpy underwear growing, expanding, turning quite bulky and smooth between her legs, pushing her thighs apart… Then, as if to ensure she noticed, it began being pulled tighter to her crotch.

She bent down to take a look, only to lose her balance, falling flat on her stomach, knocking the candy cauldron over, spilling its contents all over the floor. She tried to get to her feet, but could remember how to do anything but squirm ineffectually, barely able to even turn herself over onto her back. Something was definitely wrong, yet, when she tried to call for help, she realized she couldn’t, because there was a huge, black pacifier in her mouth that refused to budge.

“Well, well, well,” Lolette looked up, her cheek reddening despite her hopefulness at the sound of somebody else’s voice, “what have we here?” The woman who stepped into the room was on the older side, looking like the sort of person who wouldn’t have approved of Lolette trick or treating.

Lolette tried to explain that she’d just tripped and fallen while getting some candy for a sick younger cousin, and apparently hurt herself somehow so that she couldn’t get back up, only to be kept silent by the pacifier. She had no explanation for that, or the diaper and onesie her formerly sexy costume had morphed into, but she could always claim she’d dressed up as a baby, then hurry back home to change out of the humiliating things.

“Somebody can’t read, can they?” the woman shook her head, stepping past Lolette to the sign she’d completely ignored, and knocked over in her fall. “Let me give you a lesson, sweetie… ‘Take’… ‘One’… ‘Please’. Or maybe you don’t know how to count? That’s even simpler…” She held up a single finger. “One. There, that’s it!”

Lolette pouted, not able to say or do anything in response to all the condescension. She was stuck there, on her back, only able to wiggle her feet, wanting more and more to sink into the floor as, each time she did that, she heard a loud crinkling from her backside.


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It’s Only Milk

It’s Only Milk

“Now, now… Don’t be silly, baby,” Belle shook her head, having a hard time keeping a straight face, even while looking into the tearful eyes of her charge. “It’s only milk!”

“No!” Rhianna sniffled again, tears still streaming down her face from frustration. “You don’t understand… I’m not a baby! I don’t need these diapers! I don’t pee my pants, or drool all over myself if I don’t have my pacifier! I am an adult!”

Belle, of course, couldn’t understand the baby babble her mouth spit out instead; even if she could, she likely wouldn’t have taken the girl seriously. After all, she’d seen plenty of evidence to contradict all of that while taking care of her. She’d changed more than her fair share of diapers, spoon-fed mashed up peas and bananas to her, wiped her face for her, given her baths… Everything she would have done for a toddler.

What made it worse was that Rhianna could remember all of that. She could remember sitting in front of the TV, staring wide-eyed at the cartoon characters dancing across the screen, squirming just slightly, only to feel something oozing into her diaper, something she couldn’t quite recognize, but that was taking up all the empty space with its yucky squishiness. She was bawling even before the smell hit her, and she realized what it was; that just made her cry harder.

It had all been sort of fuzzy then, as she slept and played her days away in a happy haze… Now, it was all coming back in a horrifying, mortifying rush. So many people had seen her acting like a baby, oblivious to the world, using her diaper with abandon, sucking happily on her pacifier, or thumb.

Why was clarity coming to her now? She wasn’t sure how long, exactly, she’d been in that state, though it had to have been at least a couple months. The only thing she could think of was that, today, Belle had missed one of her bottles. They were all very carefully timed out, and usually, Rhianna, who was used to her schedule, would start crying if one was late, which also helped to remind her babysitter.

Today, however, Belle had decided it was a nice enough day that they ought to take a trip to the park. Rhianna had toddled around the playground, playing in the sandbox, going down the slide… When they got home, she’d been so tired, she’d slept right through her regular bottle time, and apparently Belle had decided it was better to let her nap than get her up to give it to her.

“Look, I’ll show you it’s okay,” Belle offered, looking around the nursery until she found a sippy cup, unscrewing the cap so she could pour some of the milk into it.

Rhianna calmed down a little, although she tried not to make it too obvious. What was she going to do? Could she really let Belle drink the milk? Maybe she was right, it was just milk, and her reawakening nothing more than a coincidence… Or maybe the milk was what had transformed her into such a helpless infant… There was really one one way to be certain.

At the same time, could she really let Belle try it, knowing what might happen? She had no idea if there was any real cure for this… Her thoughts were more adult again, but her brain still couldn’t force her tongue to spit out the real words she was formulating, and she’d felt her diaper re-warm itself in wet spurts several times already with no consent or knowledge from her. It might be better to just drink the milk and go back to obliviousness… Or, at the very least, knock it out of Belle’s hands before she did something stupid…


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“Fine, then… If you won’t believe me, I’ll just have to prove it!”

A normal woman might have just bought a security camera, hidden it, waited for the incriminating footage… Tabatha, however, was no normal woman. She was a witch, though her husband, of course, had no idea – there was really no need to tell a mortal about her powers, especially after seeing how much trouble it had caused her mother. She was sure, if she still lived near her mother, or talked to her on a regular basis, she would not be happy with the way Tabatha handled things, but that was a big part of why she’d moved so far away. Her mom had always lectured her about using magic to affect memories, but if it kept things pleasant and happy between her and her husband, she didn’t see any real harm in making a few adjustments.

It was going to take more than that, however, to fix this problem… And, while she was doing that, she could also take care of another little problem. She wanted a baby, as did her husband, yet things with her career were so hectic, going through a pregnancy and then those crazy first few months would be nearly impossible. To be honest, perhaps that was why she’d been so suspicious, almost like she was searching for an excuse to do this…

She really did think their housekeeper was up to no good, however. There was always just enough of the house clean when she got home to make it look like the woman had done something, but it was never spotless… And she was positive that pieces of her jewelry were going missing. So, the solution was simple: set a trap to prove the maid had sticky fingers, then… Well, then she could take care of her other problem.

She considered enchanting her jewelry box itself; that seemed dangerous. It wasn’t a constant stream of jewelry vanishing, so it might take a few days before the woman struck next, and until then, Tabatha wouldn’t be able to open the box herself, which would be a pain. She could take all the actual jewelry out and hide it elsewhere, but if the maid stumbled across that stash, she’d have no reason to go to the box.

Instead, Tabatha chose one bracelet and began to weave spells into it, first to expose and humiliate the maid, then to ensure that, of everything in the box, it would be the thing the woman chose to steal next. It was the perfect plan…

At least, until, a week or so later, she opened the box herself to choose a piece of jewelry to wear to work. She’d been sticking with the same stuff since setting her trap, but now she was starting to get bored with it, so, assuming that she’d be fine, she decided to look for something to switch it up a little.

The spell was more powerful than she’d expected, however, after lying in wait for a week. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the bracelet, and, despite knowing what it was, she couldn’t resist picking it up. After all, that was what the magic had been intended to do – make it irresistible. Even though she knew better, she just had to see what it looked like on her wrist…

As soon as the clasp closed, she realized what a huge mistake she’d made. Instantly, the other magic on the object kicked in, making the bracelet grow and stretch, covering her hand in a thick, heavy mitten, ensuring she couldn’t steal anything else. She gasped, looking down at it, and the twin appearing on her other hand, opened her mouth to try to stop it, to cancel the spell, hoping she could be faster than it…

She wasn’t. As soon as her mouth opened, just as planned, a bar of soap from the bathroom whizzed into the room, jamming itself into her mouth, to keep her – or, ideally, the maid – from spouting any excuses, or saying anything to make Tabatha’s husband question what was going on before the next stage of the magic hit. She looked up in a panic at the vanity mirror, watching helplessly as her clothes melted away, leaving her in only her panties, before they began to expand, ballooning outwards into a diaper before, as a final touch, a maid headband appeared on her head, just to make sure her husband would know who this was.

She almost didn’t notice she was moving until she realized her reflection was getting further away – only then did she feel her feet shuffling backwards, dragging her out of her bedroom, to the living room to put herself on display. She groaned and cursed behind the soap, but its job was to keep her silent, and unless she could manage to bite through the whole bar, it wasn’t going to fail. Her mother had been able to cast spells with the twitch of her nose, yet that was a trick she’d never quite been able to master, needing words to use her magic… It had been a nuisance before, though never as much of one as now, while she climbed up onto the coffee table to wait to be discovered.


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A Little Help

A Little Help

“No, I don’t want to do that!” Lucy fumed, pushing her agent’s tablet, and – more importantly – the pictures on it, away. “That stuff is ugly… I want to model cute things, like I used to.”

“It isn’t that bad,” her agent told her, scrolling to the next picture. “Look, this one is…”

“No!” Lucy knocked it aside again, more forcefully. “They’re all gross! Why are you even showing me this?! Why can’t I work with…?” She paused, thinking back through the list of designers she’d modelled for in the past, trying to come up with one who hadn’t gotten angry at her at the photo shoots for trying to be a little creative.

“Listen,” the agent sighed, “I know this is tough, but you have to accept it: in this business, you’re just getting a little…”

“Don’t you say it!” Lucy shook her head. “I am not old!”

“No, you aren’t,” her agent agreed. “Not really. But in this job, there’s always someone younger coming along, and… Well, like it or not, you can’t help aging, not without some… help.”

“I don’t wanna wear old people stuff! I want to go back to the way things used to be! This crap is going to make me look, like… Thirty!” Lucy whined, looking again at the photos of the outfits. She’d never honestly considered doing anything to enhance her natural beauty – she’d considered it cheating, almost – but maybe her agent was right… Maybe, if she wanted to stay competitive, she had to cheat, just a bit. “If I was to get some… help… how would I do that?”

“I know the perfect person,” her agent smiled. “I’ll make you an appointment…”

Two days later, Lucy was waiting anxiously outside the doctor’s office, foot tapping against the floor as she wondered if this was really the right thing to do, or if she should just walk out the door. She was a natural beauty, that was what everyone told her, and had ever since she was a kid. She shouldn’t have to do any of this, and yet…

Maybe it was time to give up, to find another line of work. But… What would she do? She’d been modeling for as long as she could remember, and never had any other sort of job. She’d barely bothered to finish high school, had certainly never went to college – she’d never even applied, though, if she had, she doubted, with her grades, she would have been accepted. What else could she do?

Finally, before she could make up her mind to leave, her name was called, and the nurse led her back to an examination room. “All right, go ahead and strip, please.”

“O-Okay…” Lucy waited for a few moments, only to see that the nurse wasn’t moving. “Right now?”

“The sooner the better,” the nurse replied. Lucy sighed and began to undress, pausing after every item of clothing to glance up, only to see the nurse still watching her, still nodding her encouragement to go on. When she was done, she expected to be given a gown; instead, the nurse had her lie down, still naked, on the exam table.

Lucy was hesitant, expecting to have to endure hearing the doctor – once he or she arrived – talk about which parts of her weren’t good enough anymore, what they would need to change… She was so worked up, she hardly noticed what the woman was doing, until she felt something closing around her ankle… By then, it was too late, as the nurse locked the cuff into place. “Hey!” Lucy tried to jerk her foot free of the restraint, while the nurse fastened the other one in place, then moved on to the girl’s hands.

Then, the nurse pulled out something thick and white, decorated with pink teddy bears, letting off a soft crinkling sound whenever the woman’s grip on it shifted. Lucy had no idea what it was until the nurse unfolded it, sliding it under her backside. “H-Hey!” she gasped. “No… I don’t need diapers!”

“No,” the nurse agreed, quickly and expertly taping Lucy into the loud, bulky thing. “Not yet. The doctor will be in shortly.”

Then, she left, leaving Lucy struggling against the restraints, her cheeks darkening with every pull, as her diapered bottom crinkled beneath her, sliding on the padded surface of the examination table. She was there for what felt like hours before the door finally opened again. For a moment, she felt relieved; then she remembered how she looked, and was mortified at the thought of being seen this way.

“Your nurse is crazy!” she yelled as the doctor stepped in. “Get me out of these things!”

The doctor looked down at the chart she was holding, shaking her head. “She was right, you are an annoying one… No matter…” Lucy’s eyes widened as the woman picked something up, something she didn’t recognize until the woman began to push it towards her mouth. She tried to protest, which simply made it easier for the doctor to force the pacifier into her mouth, before locking the strap behind her head. “That’s better. Now, you want to get the sort of jobs you got when you were younger, correct?”

Lucy, overwhelmed, and a little scared, nodded slowly. “All right, then…” the doctor turned pages on the chart. “Well, here’s the picture your agent sent over… We’d better get to work. We have a lot to do…” Lucy gasped behind her pacifier as she saw the photo, trying in vain to be heard – or, at least, understood – before it was too late.


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Growing Pains – Part 2

Growing Pains – Part 2

Part 1


Emma sometimes still dreamt about the mall… About her heart pounding as she walked down the steps, unsure whether she should just book it, run as fast as she could to get this ordeal over with as soon as possible, or try to go slow, normal-paced, not draw any undue attention to herself, but give people more time to notice what was so clearly visible under her skirt.

Every step reminded her of it, both with the awkward gait it forced upon her, and the noises she heard emanating from it with every slight movement, announcing her presence. She could remember seeing her younger sister, Maggie, wearing them to bed, teasing her about it… Now, Maggie had taped her into one, and if she didn’t win this bet, she would be wearing them to bed every night… She was determined to make it out of the mall, to prove her bratty sister wrong so that she would have to acknowledge, once again, that Emma was the big sister.

Unfortunately, she still hadn’t decided on a plan of attack, so she froze on the staircase, looking down at all the people on the floor below her. There had to be a way to do this… She was still pondering what that could be when she heard the voice behind her.

She spun, cheeks burning, not thinking that she was exposing her diaper to everyone below her as she looked up at the mall cop who had approached her. Anxiously, she fumbled with the pins in her skirt, hoping that somehow the cop hadn’t seen what was underneath while he questioned her, asking where her mother was, if she’d gotten lost. She said no to the latter, but there was no answer to the former without explaining her situation, which she didn’t want to do, especially knowing that he likely knew she was diapered, making it much harder to buy that she was an adult on a bet.

She expected Maggie to swoop in at any moment, to gloat about how she’d won… Instead, the officer took her hand, leading her around to the families walking the mall one by one before finally taking her to the security office, where Emma sat, humiliated, with a coloring book they’d provided in front of her, for what felt like an eternity before Maggie showed up to ‘ask for help’ finding her.

Every time she had that dream, the people in the crowd changed… Sometimes they were her professors from college, sometimes her friends, sometimes Maggie’s friends… In real life, she hadn’t known any of them – not that it had made things much less mortifying – but she still woke up from the dream in a wet diaper every time.

Then again, she was starting to wake up wet more and more often. It was hard not to… Maggie set her bedtime, which was often right after supper, and then locked the bathroom door on their side of the house. Sure, Emma could go to the other bathroom, but she’d have to pass by Maggie’s bedroom, knowing her sister kept her door open now and would get mad that Emma was out of her room when she should be asleep – or that she’d probably have put on some pants or shorts or something to cover the diaper first, since Maggie always tucked her in wearing just a PJ top and diaper, and had taken all her PJ bottoms and longer night-clothes – or risk running across her parents on the journey and them noticing the bulk of the diaper under whatever she’d tried to cover it with. She always tried to finish eating first, and run to the bathroom before Maggie could excuse herself from the table, but it didn’t always work, nor did it always matter.

She dreaded hearing Maggie’s car pull into the driveway each afternoon, knowing it meant the girl was home from school, and she was about to have all her homework dumped on her to finish before supper – and then bedtime – while Maggie just laid around on her bed and played on her phone. If she didn’t finish, Maggie would put her into a fresh diaper the next morning, and expect her to stay in it – and use it – as well as assigning her hundreds of lines to write out in her punishment notebook and turn in when she begged her little sister for a change once she got home from school.

And, just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, fall break came around. Her parents announced they were going on a second honeymoon and leaving the girls alone for the week. Emma prayed they would say she was in charge – not that it meant Maggie would listen – but instead they said, “You’re both old enough and responsible enough to be left alone… Just don’t make a mess, or we’ll rethink that for next time.”

The first morning after they left, Maggie didn’t give Emma back her underwear – or any pants. In fact, once she had put Emma in a new diaper, she emptied out her older sister’s underwear drawer while she watched, taking them all the her own room before leading the whining girl to the living room. “I got a B on my last Biology assignment,” she told Emma as they walked. “You graduated from college… You should be able to do better than that!”

When Emma opened her mouth to protest, Maggie surprised her with a pacifier, one that seemed much larger than a baby’s, filling her entire mouth with its silicon bulb, making it difficult to speak. “To make sure you try harder from now on, you’re spending fall break as a real baby sister. Aren’t you glad Mom is such a packrat?” Emma paled as they entered the living room to the sight of their old playpen set up in one corner, stuffed animals inside. “Come on, let’s get you inside so I can make you some breakfast…”

Emma could have easily stepped out of the playpen, but Maggie was bigger than her, stronger than her, faster than her… Even if she could make it back to her room and change into some real clothes – after retrieving her real panties from Maggie’s room – her little sister would just force her to change back, and probably be even more upset with her. She had little choice but to sit there, sucking on her paci, and play with her old toys.

Breakfast was a large bowl of tasteless oatmeal, spoon-fed to her by Maggie, who seemed to delight in missing her mouth and smearing it all over her face – though more than enough made its way to her tummy, which was feeling extremely full by the time the meal was done. Then it was right back to the playpen, as her belly began to grumble inside her. She knew what that meant… She doubted Maggie was going to make her do that in her diaper, but the idea of having to ask to use the toilet was humiliating enough, and she also had her doubts that Maggie would let her do so too often, or for too long, so she wanted to wait until she absolutely had to go.

She’d just reached that point, and worked up the courage to reach up and start pulling out the pacifier, when the doorbell rang. She jumped, then reassured herself that it was just the mailman or something, but after Maggie went to answer the door, she returned with one of her friends. The other girl saw Emma sitting there in her playpen, diaper fully visible under her cute top, and giggled.

“I know, right?” Maggie smirked down at her ‘big’ sister. “Her bedwetting problem has just been getting worse lately… Mom and Dad think it might be intentional, like she’s doing it to get attention or something. So, we’re giving her the full treatment this week. Don’t worry, she goes to bed super early, and has to take a couple nice, long naps in the middle of the day, so we’ll all have plenty of time to have some real fun. We just have to do some babysitting, too.”

“No problem,” Maggie’s friend ruffled Emma’s hair, while the older girl sat there, stunned. “She’s such a cutie, I’m sure none of the girls will mind looking after her.”

Emma looked over at Maggie, wanting to tell her to stop this, that it wasn’t funny, only for the doorbell to ring again. Emma gulped, sliding the pacifier back into her mouth as her tummy rumbled. It would have been hard enough getting around Maggie this week, but now her friends – all of whom were bigger than the petite Emma, all of whom genuinely thought Emma was the younger of the two – were coming, too. And she had a bad feeling that she knew exactly what Maggie meant when she said, “Full treatment”… Like it or not, she was definitely the baby sister now.

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The Investigation – Part 2

The Investigation – Part 2

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“What do you have there, young lady?”

Odette froze at the voice, a fearful trickle of pee-pee squirting into the training pants she’d worked so hard to get back into. She closed the coloring book, clasping it to her chest as she got to her knees. “N-Nuffin’,” she mumbled behind her pacifier, cursing herself for getting complacent enough to be snuck up on like this. Of course, it was surprising that she was able to think clearly enough to do this in the first place at all…

Mere weeks ago, she’d been a reporter… Smart, brave, and undeniably an adult… Then she’d investigated something she shouldn’t, and found herself being brainwashed into a baby slave, to be sold off to the highest bidder. It had seemed hopeless for a while, sitting at her desk, being indoctrinated, feeling a mixture of horror and pleasure – knowing that it meant she was a good girl, which her mind told her she should be – as she began getting less and less of a warning before she used her diapers.

Then, one day after class, she was held back while the other students toddled off to eat. At first, she’d been terrified, quaking in her Pampers at the thought that she’d done something wrong, earned herself a spanking, or one of the even worse punishments they doled out here. Instead, the teacher called her up to her desk and told her, “I’m afraid you’re being pulled out of my class.”

“Huh?” Odette stared at the woman, confusedly sucking on her ever-present pacifier. Had someone from her paper seen through the e-mail the hypnosis had forced her to send, claiming she quit?

The teacher shrugged. “You’re just too strong for us,” she said. “You haven’t been making any real progress for quite some time, and you’re taking up a seat we need. So, we’ve decided to pull you out of class until we can develop a hypnosis program powerful enough to finish your training.”

Odette was shocked, though clearly overjoyed. This gave her more time to figure out how to get out of this mess… She’d known all along they couldn’t just make her into a baby! She was too mature, too intelligent to let that happen! Sure, the teacher claimed she’d gotten through the first step of the training quicker than anyone else – or so her teacher claimed, although she suspected that was a tactic to try to break her confidence – and sure, her bladder and bowel control were quite weak, and could be turned off completely, at least temporarily, with a simple command, but at least it hadn’t gone any further than that!

She was even given her own room, away from the rows of institutional, lidded cribs in the main dorm room where she’d been staying. It wasn’t even all that babyish, aside from the toys put in there to “entertain” her… Not that she would ever stoop so low as to actually play with them, of course.


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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?


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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