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Pamper Panic 2: Teacher Taught Terror
🕑 Added 2023-09-23 22:00:57 +0000 UTCPart 1: The Classroom
The slow scratching of chalk on the chalkboard elicited a squeak from the surface when Jackie attempted to jot down the math problem in front of her primary school class. She would never get used to the wretched high-pitched sound.
“Okay class, who can tell me what four plus four equals?” she asked.
The shuffling behind her sounded lackadaisical and uninterested at best, leaving her frustrated. “How the hell did I end up subbing for a bunch of primary schoolers…” she wondered, “Of course Aman— no, Eric— God was it Brit—… whoever it was, them getting sick and leaving me here is ridiculous. I should never have agreed to it.”
With a sigh she turned back to the class, looking out on the filled rows of desks. No hands were raised, and a whole lot of blank faces stared back at her. Just looking at them gave Jackie a spreading headache. She discerned that it was caused by the nuisance of having to teach first-years who didn’t even know the answer to a simple question.
“Big first years…” she thought. Now that she took a closer look, the crowd in front of her was really abnormal. In fact, she was facing a crowd of adults. Various men and women dressed in school uniforms, blazers, buttoned shirts, and slacks sat before her but not a single first year was among the crowd. All of them were imperceivable shadow blobs, in the shape of people but without features save for their unblinking eyes which only served to throw Jackie off even more.
Each and every one of them seemed to be looking at her like students paying attention to their teacher. It was off-putting, especially since twenty identical yellow eyes were staring back at her.
The flicker of worry in Jackie’s mind set her off and spread a vague panic through her.
“Wh-Why am I here?” she wondered.
She never remembered arriving or any moment before standing in front of the blackboard. She wasn’t even a teacher, so how could she sub for one?
She turned back to the board, and as soon as her eyes left the class so did her panic. It didn’t matter anymore. Her students were normal—the situation wasn’t at all strange.
“So nobody?” she asked. The hand with the chalk tapped the end of the equation she’d written, “Come on guys this is really simple. Anybody have the solution?”
The shuffling behind her remained nervous and silent, leaving her to make a mark on the board. “Fine, You should know this but whatever. Four plus four is six. What is Ms… Ms… what is your teacher even teaching you?”
Out of the four questions she’d asked, not a single attempt to answer any of them had been made by the gathered students. Seven times one equals seven. Six plus three equals nine. Five plus eight equals twelve and four plus four equals six. She’d had to show them each answer herself. Trying to impart the basic principles of math to people who actively didn’t care was starting to dishearten Jackie.
“Let’s try another shall we?”
Jackie’s hand was shaky as she pulled down the next number. She shivered because the symbol draw didn’t represent any numeric character she was familiar with. It started like a straight line. A one, one of the easy numbers that she for sure knew could be counted to on her fingers. But then the top split into a diagonal downward slope before coming back up. Like wriggling snakes on either side.
“I… What the hell is this…” Jackie wondered.
It reminded her of some kind of fucked up Y. Stranger still was that her hand kept going, filling the space on the blackboard with a series of esoteric circles and squiggles that vaguely looked like language but weren’t any that Jackie could even recognize.
“Wh-What does this mean?” she asked herself.
The answer came from the class behind her, a quick fwwwwshhhh sound that reminded her that she wasn’t alone.
She turned back to see the students all raising their hands. A scream rose in her throat, terror striking her. Shadowy blobs had become a pleasant memory compared to what she saw.
Most in front of her didn’t even have a human shape. Masses of writhing flesh, tumorous lumps of teeth and hair, and so many more eyes than she’d ever seen in one place all stared back at her.
Except then it was gone and she was looking at a collection of purple skin and horns, wide sinister smiles that preyed on her terror and those strange yellow eyes. But they were also her normal students, shadowy first years who seemed just a little too big for the desks they were crammed into.
She was seeing three images overlaid on top of one another, each threatening to overtake the other and confusing her. In just a few seconds Jackie’s head began to hurt, so she quickly covered her forehead with her hand, thus obscuring her vision as well.
When she looked back, the gathering of horrors deadset of making her question her sanity was gone, as was her terror of them. Even the memory of their terrible forms was gone. There one moment and gone the next, a fleeting fright that she couldn’t grasp for more than a mere second.
She was again faced with a wave of hands and all those yellow eyes staring back at her. “Uhh okay you, what’s the answer?”
She pointed to one of the women whose name she couldn’t remember but alternatively seemed to be the one most excited to respond. Whatever she said didn’t register in Jackie’s mind.
She could see the student’s lips move and even registered her speaking an answer, but the words were incomprehensible.
Not gibberish, just completely incomprehensible.
Even if it was gibberish, Jackie would have been able to process them at least slightly. What came out of that student's mouth was impossible for her to even process. it was like static in her mind.
Turning around, she noticed the blank behind the scribbles was filled in. Whatever the equation was, it’d been completed.
“Uh… okay, next!” Jackie said, trying to wrangle herself back to a sense of normalcy. She started a new equation, actually writing a number this time. One.
“Ok-ay… One plus—” She stopped, counting on her fingers the next highest number she could think of, “…two…three…four…FOUR!”
She shouted the last number just a little too loud, a strange excitement overcoming her. She jotted down the number shakily before turning around.
“Okay! Who can tell me what this equals.”
A flicker looking at the class sent a shiver down her spine. For a silent minute, she was terrified but when it settled she couldn’t remember anything again, leaving her to miss the change inside her pants.
Jackie didn’t even notice when the cotton hiphuggers she was wearing puffed out a little, her attention so taken by the horrific sight of demons in front of her that the cotton strip of material thickening underneath her jeans and against her thighs hadn’t registered. The creeping feeling of plastic spreading across the exterior was normal to her anesthetized mind.
She was totally fine with her panties ballooning into a diaper under her pants because it seemed normal.
“Okay class, who can tell me what one plus f-four equals,” she asked.
The grasp she had on the second number felt tenuous—almost barely there if she was being honest—and adding one to it seemed impossible. She hoped for a hot second that her students actually knew this one.
While waiting for the answer her diaper grew from padded panties to a pull-up to a full-fledged nappy. Its bulk struggled against the denim of her pants, pushing against it but unable to stretch the material. That only meant that the padding had nowhere to go but inward, compressing Jackie’s waist and crotch with its fluffy interior.
Her cheeks grew red as she stared at the board, overtaken by a feeling she couldn’t really explain. Again no answers to her question came from the class but instead, a challenge rose up from one of the students behind her.
“Do you know what it is, Ms. Jackie?” somebody asked.
She stared at the equation and realized that it was just as incomprehensible as the scribbles above it, adding one to four seemed an insurmountable task. She counted up to four on her fingers, a process that was painstakingly slow after two. Three seemed to drift to her through an ocean of buried memories and four after it was almost gone.
Adding one more finger proved unhelpful because she still didn’t know what number to equate to that many fingers.
“It’s… It’s f—fuh—fuh—fuh…” She knew the first letter was an F. She was struggling to get out the rest, hoping that repeating the first letter would help her figure it out. She was struggling so hard with the sudden regression of information out of her head that her body’s internal tremors were ignored.
Jackie’s bowels and stomach were rumbling, shifting aggressively with contents that weren’t there seconds ago. Her stomach was bloating much like the diaper around her waist. Her gut filled, getting more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
“Fuh—fuh—fuh…”
Underneath her jeans Jackie’s pants puffed out, the shape of her diaper now completely visible through the material. She should have been glad it was there because the sudden fart that cut through the air shook her whole lower body. It was only muffled by the tightly compacted core of the nappy.
Resistance was non-existent in the next several seconds because the first log of shit was thicker than her forearm and rocketed into the back of her diaper explosively. The force should have decimated the plastic-shelled padding considering her jeans literally exploded around her diaper as it expanded to hold her bulky mess.
The tattered remains of her jean legs slipped down her legs, piling around her ankles. Without the barrier her diaper could expand freely. The normal—if not slightly thick—diaper was growing between her legs as her body voided an impossible amount of mass into the back.
A six-inch circumference became a foot, then two. Jackie grit her teeth through the whole process, feeling the heat pile up into the back of her pants. The growing weight of the nappy pulled at her hips, the mushy mass pressed against her bottom, and Jackie was standing on shaky legs. The process of shitting herself so violently left her body weak.
The assembled class burst into laughter around her sending deep humiliation through Jackie as she filled her pants. She looked at them with a grimace only to see warped smiles and mocking eyes.
“Uh oh, Ms. Jackie made a stinky!”
“Wow look at how big her diaper is getting.”
Everything wrong with the situation was starting to wash over her like a tidal wave. She didn’t know any teachers, she wasn’t qualified to sub and she was halfway sure that she hadn’t come in here in a diaper.
“She couldn’t even count to five!” somebody jeered.
“She thought so hard about counting to five that she shit herself. Dear god, she pushed her brain so hard she pushed a load into her pants!”
The words stung but were true. It was hard to deny the truth when she was filling out her diaper so violently and when five sounded like a completely foreign concept.
On top of the betrayal of her body and mind, she also had to deal with the return of the twisting visages of her students. She remembered the blip in her memory before, making her even more terrified. Forgetting such a horrifying mash of demons and teeth and eyes was extremely hard for her to believe.
She finished voiding just in time for her to wish she could shit herself in fear. Her body shook, tremors now unrelated to her bowels forcibly moving overtaking her. She looked between the various faces, trying to pick out the students among the flickering images of demonic and eldritch creatures.
The fear pumping adrenaline straight through her body quickly made that a useless venture. She screamed, and on shaky legs with a diaper weighed down by almost five pounds of shit Jackie bolted for the door of the classroom. Her hand wrapped tightly around the metallic doorknob to the outer hallway and twisted it as she banged the rest of her body against the door in hopes of pushing it open.
It didn’t give. She was locked inside, trapped amongst the harsh voices of demonic torment that seemed to surround her. Any identifiers of who was who started to disappear from them turning into a cacophony of gravely growls.
“Pee-yew! She smells like a sewer, which makes sense given that she dumped a personal septic tank into her pants!”
“Ha look how big it makes her butt look too! It’s massive with that big ol’ saggy diaper around it.”
“I don’t think a big diaper baby like her should be teaching a class. She can’t even make it past five, maybe one of us should take over.”
She pushed against the door again, wishing desperately that she could escape the voices surrounding her.
Closing in.
Speaking to her directly through her thoughts.
At this point Jackie couldn’t distinguish sound from thought, it was so completely ubiquitous that she was losing herself within it. Her vision was fading, darkening at the edges as she herself felt like she was fading into the unending torrents of sound.
Beyond the glass sandwiching metal wire she couldn’t even see a hallway anyway. It didn’t exist beyond the confines of this increasingly claustrophobic room. Only darkness remained out there.
A universe where every single star had already faded out of existence, leaving a black void ready to swallow her even if she could open the door. Between that and the increasingly claustrophobic space around her, Jackie wasn’t sure which would be worse. She could either succumb to the sound attempting to vibrate her body into nothing or float endlessly, lost in dark nothing forever.
“Do you think she’ll realize it’s a pull door?”
It was a simple whisper behind her but it broke the spell Jackie had found herself under. All of a sudden she could feel her own body again which unfortunately opened her up to feel the rancid heat of her mess against her bottom. She cringed but at the same time found it incredibly grounding. It was a tangible tactile experience that she knew was real.
She had shit herself. That was reality.
She looked back to the class who all casually sat and laughed at her. The flickering forms remained, but their frequency lessened as she centered herself. “The… the door’s a pull?” she asked herself, cautiously turning the knob and bringing it toward her.
The door swung open as she moved her arm, revealing not the black abyss that she’d perceived before but rather a tiled hallway with blue-trimmed white walls. Above horrid fluorescents flickered, a sensory agony that normally would have made Jackie consider turning back but now there was no way she’d face worse out there than in here.
On the other side of the door, she saw the reason for the window’s altered perception was a black piece of construction paper blocking its view. It had a small sticky note attached.
Do not disturb
Testing in progress
-Mrs. T
Jackie wasn’t aware of any testing but she also wasn’t supposed to be a substitute teacher either so she was just going to chalk it up among the laundry list of strange little details that she could comfortably forget upon leaving this nightmare.
She almost walked through the doorway but turned one final time to the class behind her, regretting it immediately. They were all human again but each sat statue still at their desks, turned to face her with their piercing yellow eyes. Their expressions were blank, which was oddly worse than the mocking smiles they’d given her before.
The stares seemed purposeful, driven to commit every detail of Jackie’s self to memory before she could leave. She shuddered at the thought. Not only did she wish this whole thing could be quickly forgotten but she hoped these “students” would lose their memories of her too when she walked out of the room.
Unable to take any more she ran into the hallway, braving the draining hell of fluorescents over the prying eyes of her class.
Part 2: The Halls
Exiting the classroom immediately granted Jackie a clearer head. The air around her was stagnant but better than the latent miasma in the classroom that had been dulling her senses. She didn’t even need to focus on the disgusting messy heat in the back of her padding or the way the sliminess had slipped between her legs because of the sheer amount in there or the way it squelched and squished when she moved her legs…
Jackie shook her head and broke free of those thoughts, running away from the classroom in an attempt to escape her students in the event they tried to chase after her. She immediately ran into a problem however: her diaper’s weight and size.
Jackie hadn’t even been paying attention to the annoying change in her gait. The circumstances in the classroom kept her blinded to it before, but now she was acutely aware of how wide her legs had to be and just how annoying five pounds hanging from her waist actually was.
The bulk of her diaper squished against her leg as she tried to extend it to run, throwing off her balance and sending her toppling to the floor. Jackie fell sideways and landed on the leg that she’d attempted to extend out to run away.
She landed with an “oof”, hating the very existence of the terrible tile of this school’s hallway.
“Okay,” she said, pushing herself back up. “So this is going to require some finesse.”
Once back on her feet, Jackie toddled forward carefully, adjusting her walk to fit the weight of her padding. She moved to walk in the opposite direction of the class, finally ready to get away only to catch sight of the window as she turned. The black construction paper was gone and behind the glass and a cluster of eyes squished against each other so that they could look out at her.
All of them were that sickly yellow she’d seen in the class and each iris focused directly on her. A scream caught in her throat as she restarted her waddling, moving as fast as her legs would carry her without falling again.
Toddling through the hall proved to be more worrisome than she thought. There wasn’t a single classroom door along the path, a fact she noticed only after getting clear of the demonic classroom and making several turns in her hurried panic.
She couldn’t even remember how far she’d actually come. Every corner led to a similar hallway with blue-trimmed walls and hard tile. If she’d been paying more attention Jackie might have considered finding her way back to the classroom she’d come from, but that would mean dealing with what she’d seen in there, a prospect she found less than tantalizing.
Instead she wandered on, vowing to make note of her turns mentally as she went. With nothing pursuing her, she could slow her pace, which was preferable given the swinging weight of her diaper.
“Left.”
“Left.”
“Right.”
Jackie’s steps echoed through the empty corridor.
The same empty corridor.
Every single one was the same, she’d make a turn only to see the exact same length of hallway. Exactly twenty feet long with a flickering fluorescent about a third of the way down. Each one terminated in a T-shaped junction with either direction looking exactly the same.
“Right.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
Three rights should have brought her back to her origin point. There weren’t any other doors to other classrooms. Even the one she’d left behind was long gone. She turned around, backtracked, and sighed. Nothing.
The only thing Jackie gained through her long walk was an increasingly pained bladder. The pressure in her abdomen increased with each passing second, earning a grimace as she contended with the internal sloshing of her bladder.
Her natural inclination was to find a bathroom but in a never-ending looping maze with no doors that was out of the question. She thought of the absurdity of her want when already she was wearing a diaper around her waist, the receptacle, while wholly disgusting to her, was designed for such a purpose.
“I…I can’t actually piss myself can I?”
She hadn’t had so much trouble pooping her diaper, but then again that hadn’t exactly been a voluntary release. If she could have stopped herself, she would have. Her only other option was to pee in the hallway itself. While distasteful, it wasn’t like anybody was around to see her.
It also provided a convenient excuse to rid herself of her diaper too. The damn thing was so heavy around her waist anyhow. Jackie couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought to do so sooner. Sure, having her bare ass on display wasn’t optimal, but neither was a five-pound sack of shit hanging from her hips.
With a new purpose she shifted her pink ruffle shirt up, fighting to get a grip on the fabric through the annoyingly thick flannel mitts around her hands.
“Ugggh! Why did I ever think these were a good idea?”
With growing irritation, Jackie pulled at the tapes of her diaper, at least with all the grip she could muster. Each tug only ended in an unsatisfying zip across the plastic, the soft material proving ungradable with her annoying locked mitts.
The metal padlock on each glove jingled obnoxiously against the interior chain cinched around her wrist. Even bending her hand to try and tug at the waistband was a useless endeavor, the diaper clinging too tightly to her waist while the mitts were just too thick.
She let the hem of her pastel pink skirtall drop, realizing she wasn’t going to get the diaper off no matter how hard she tried. All through her efforts the original pain in her bladder only got worse.
Jackie was going to pee whether she liked it or not. With a sigh she released her hold, letting the warm blast of urine re-heat the lukewarm nappy around her waist. If nothing else it was an intensely gratifying experience, a sense of relief she hadn’t felt since arriving.
With her bladder empty she resigned to continuing her trek through the endless labyrinth of the same hallway. Two steps in she found herself grumbling again. Even the small amount of liquid she’d let loose in her diaper was proving to make her walk more difficult.
Plus the booties she was wearing that were padded almost as thickly as her diaper made each step a gamble. “I don’t even know why I picked out this outfit.” Jackie thought, looking down at the pastel denim skirtall, the ruffly lace white shirt, and matching mittens and booties.
“It’s not at all optimal for teaching and I’ll be damned if I even remember buying it…”
Recognizing the outfit was weird made something click inside her head, a realization of how wrong it was. She wouldn’t have bought or put this on by choice—she hadn’t!
“I…I was wearing jeans earlier, what the hell happened to my jeans!?”
The shredded remnants of her pant legs were gone, lost somewhere in the new hellishly pink outfit that’d replaced her professional blouse. Once again she was doubting her perception of things, flicking her gaze nervously down the hallway. Had it been a transformation that occurred all at once, or was it a gradual change that she was only noticing now? She wondered what horrifying forces were at play and reassured herself that she hadn’t always been this dumb.
Or at least she hoped so.
Idly while her mind wandered, Jackie herself drifted down the hallway.
“Left.”
“Right.”
“Left.”
Walking was even starting to become a chore with the padding of the booties sending the brunette tumbling into the wall next to her several times and the weight of her padding really starting to wear on her body.
In an effort to give her limbs a rest, Jackie dropped to her knees. “Might as well crawl.” she thought. “I already look and smell like a damn baby.” Shuffling her knees across the tile proved to be slower than toddling her way to each corridor junction.
“Wow. Ms. Jackie just gave up on being our teacher huh?”
The phrase came out of nowhere, causing Jackie to look around in confusion.
She was still alone as far as she could tell, but a hollow, echoey laugh trailed from the corner she’d just come from. The insult sounded like it’d come from right next to her though. Like somebody was standing over her and mocking her.
The more she thought about it the more she considered that she wasn’t alone, a creeping presence drifting above her. Feeling creeped out, Jackie shuffled down the hallway, crawling as fast as she could to escape the judgemental words and terrifying laughter.
Rounding a corner only meant she’d just escaped the oncoming swarm of chuckles because they were always so close behind her. Just out of sight but she was certain they were there.
“Haha she even crawls! How pathetic, she can’t even walk anymore.”
“And what’s with this outfit? At least it actually matches her better now! Like, seriously? A skirtall? That’s so preschool.”
“Not really my first choice either.” Jackie grumbled to herself as she hurried along, giving up on the prospect of keeping her dignity.
Her urge to flee grew as she shuffled along, the laughter feeling like it was closing in on her and as fast as she could she was careening around corners.
The jeering laughs were almost as loud as when she’d experienced it in the classroom. Just as her legs were starting to give out, a break in the endless hallways appeared. A rectangular monolith extending out of the floor offered at least some reprieve from the monotony of the endless hallway and the horrid teasing from her class.
Dealing with the fact that it was freestanding in the middle of the hallway or that a neon glow from the top hinted at some words that she couldn’t read from her position on the floor was beyond her at this point. She just wanted to escape and an impossible door was better than crawling around an infinite hallway while continuously getting mocked.
With immense effort, Jackie clawed her way up the door, discovering in the process that even kneeling was a difficult prospect for her. The booties had made it hard to walk before, but now her muscles felt atrophied like she hadn’t used them in a long time. Just reaching her mitted hands up to the knob left her thighs shaking, struggling through the simple effort.
She slipped her hands over the ornate brass knob only to have them slip off. She tried again, this time applying extra pressure to the knob through her mittens. She hoped her palms gripping it tighter would at least have a chance at counteracting the slippery flannel against polished brass.
She tried to give the handle another manic turn only for them to slip again. The laughter sounded like it’d finally turned the corner and was closing in directly behind her. She dared not look back.
For some reason, she couldn’t name why the prospect of seeing her students terrified her.
Jackie tried one final time to grip the doorknob, throwing all her weight into it. Her hands hurt slightly but she felt the brass knob move under them, finally giving against her grip. The door opened inward, taking Jackie with it as it went and she was sent tumbling through.
Part 3: The New Girl
The sound of the nursery door opening pulled Lavenia out of her desperate spiral. Her turn teaching that hellish class left her pissed but wandering the endless hallway broke her spirit, especially when she’d ended up here.
The door only opened when a new arrival came in, leaving few opportunities for escape actually available. The last time it’d happened she’d been unlucky enough to be under a babyish trance, her mind not able to fight off the succubus’s sweet nursery rhyme that lulled her into a regressed state.
She always came back though, returning to a state of mental soundness that left her able to plot. Her experiences with what happened in the Alpha House made sure of that. She sipped at her bottle, trying to look as glassy-eyed and docile as the rest of her nursery mates when she watched the girl in pastel pink shortalls crash into the room, her eyes panicked and her hair wild.
The carer demon was quick to snatch her up, taking the quaking addition in her arms and cooing to her, using her song to soothe the new baby she’d trapped in whatever the hell this pocket dimension, abyssal plane, diaper purgatory was.
Behind her, the door to the nursery remained open, a yawning invitation to freedom calling Lavenia to it. She’d weighed the pros and cons: while the endless hallways were bad she figured there was enough occult knowledge left in her head to try and control the realm and get free.
She may not know her ABCs or how to count past three anymore, but a unicursal hexagram was still very much possible for her. After making sure the abyssal nanny was far enough from the door and looking away, Lavenia crawled forward, dragging behind her a bean bag chair-sized diaper that she was determined not to let slow her down.
She was just at the threshold, about to pass her hand over when she stopped short. Something had her and by the feeling of it, it was keeping a hold on her hips. A creeping fear ran up her spine upon realizing that she’d been caught.
With a slow blink, Lavenia looked back. From her hips a big green ring extended, connected right at the hip by two nylon-looking straps. The back of her diaper had a similarly colored cloth extending around it, cradling its bulk like a seat.
There was just enough time to see the smile on the nanny’s face before she was pulled into an upright position.
Lavenia yelped as her body ricocheted across the room, pulled on elastic ropes to one wall away from everyone else. The nanny stood with her hand on her hip, the other holding the new girl, whose eyes looked as glassy as everyone else's.
A glob of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth, probably to make room for the flannel mitt she’d shoved in there to suckle on.
“I am unimpressed with you Ms. Armitage.” the nanny sighed, “You thought I hadn’t noticed your intelligence? Seen you watching that door? You can’t trick me.”
A rude retort and a slew of curses came to Lavenia’s lips but she couldn’t get them out. Her brain’s mental processes were slowing down, the twitch of a muscle was exhausting, and blinking an eye felt like a day's worth of effort.
“Don’t strain yourself dear.” The Nanny taunted. “You’re little better than food now, the bouncer will be there to deal with all that potential.”
“T-The…bouncer?”
Lavenia had to wonder just what exactly she was sitting in and despite the Nanny’s warning made the extremely tiring move to look up and see where the green elastic led.
She immediately wished she hadn’t.
The straps disappeared into a dark hole, filled with gnashing teeth, and piercing eyes, and wriggling appendages that defied what she thought to be logical movements.
Her gaze focused beyond all those horrors to one spot of darkness where she watched a star collapse, but she saw herself within it, every part of her collapsing into a black hole.
Lavenia’s bowel movements had not been under her control for quite a while now, but when she felt a new load push into the back of her diaper she could swear she was shitting herself out of fear rather than any automatic reaction.
Every part of herself was disappearing into that mouth of void, collapsing in to become the perfect metaphysical morsel for whatever this thing was. Her adulthood, her potential, her future— all of it was being taken from her in a quick blink of an eye while she added another ten pounds of mush to her ever-expanding, plastic-backed prison.
Part 4: The Nursery
Being in the tall woman’s arms felt heavenly to Jackie, soothing and calming after the terrifying time she’d had in the hallway. That was, until she watched another woman get snatched up by magic ceiling straps.
The tall woman said a lot of words but she hardly processed any of them. The soothing song she'd hummed moments ago kept Jackie pacified. Any room for thought she had was taken up by the simple four-note tune.
Jackie only broke out of humming it to herself when the girl in the bouncer let out a weak whimper upon looking upward. Her diaper was growing bigger by the second and already it was like a trash bag filled with oatmeal taped around her waist. Her eyes were wide, and her face a mask of abject terror. However, that mask was slipping away.
Jackie was limp in this woman’s arms, leaning against her torso while two of her four limbs cradled her. She didn’t remember doing it but Jackie’s gloved hand had found its way to her mouth, and she was subsequently soaking the flannel material with saliva.
She was terrified somewhere in the back of her mind but that fear couldn’t swim up to the forefront of her thoughts, it was drowning in a saccharinely sweet flood of tranquilizing serenity.
“I-I’m cared for, no need to fight.”
The nearly nine-foot-tall entity holding her didn’t support this thought, but Jackie felt safe in its arms despite the purple skin and too many eyes it had. Something primal told her she was safe with the entity, keeping her calm while she sat on its hip.
The mucky interior of her diaper smushed up against the thing’s waist and each step bobbed Jackie against the protrusion, coaxing a little moan from her throat with each bouncing step.
The woman turned away from the bouncer, taking Jackie’s eyes off of it while she crossed the room. She wanted to look back but that meant pulling her head away from the woman’s chest and breaking the comforting contact she had. She couldn’t have that.
Her attention was instead directed to a window on another wall. The glass was slightly foggy and its edges wavered in and out of reality like it was unstable. It was what existed on the other side that caught Jackie’s attention though, a familiar sight that she’d hoped not to see again.
The classroom she’d escaped earlier was on the other side with all the waving forms of her students staring straight ahead at the blackboard.
“You did wonderful, dear.” the tall woman said, addressing Jackie. These words came through clearly, making her wonder if the woman could make the decision to cut through her own placating lullaby or not.
“Your maturity was a wonderful snack for my shadow spawn. They ate it all up like the greedy demons they are and it was enough to make at least one emissary to your world.”
Jackie wasn’t sure what that actually meant, but she watched as one of the wavering forms solidified, going from eldritch horror to demon and finally one that seemed familiar. Like a menacing mirror, she was watching herself get up from a seat and walk up to where she was being held.
A near-exact replica of Jackie herself was staring back at her. It wasn’t wearing a babyish outfit or anything—there was no puffiness that signified a diaper’s presence beneath the jeans she’d had on. It was her adult self, a perfect simulacrum save for the yellow eyes burning behind her glasses with their slit demonic pupils.
“Now my love has a body to go out and make your world ready for me. The perfect cover, a life to inhabit, a home to return to, and groups of family and friends to make into big babies just like you.”
The tall woman punctuated the statement by booping Jackie on the nose. She felt teased by her playful tone but also felt a spike of worry shoot through her.
The faces of everyone she knew flew through her mind—the people she cared for. Each and every one of them would be subjected to this treatment, ending up in a full diaper with an empty head.
She squirmed on the woman’s hip, prompting the demonic nurse to shift her. Each of the being’s four arms grabbed Jackie, holding her directly outward from her body. She squirmed even though the extra limbs proved beneficial to holding her still. The flannel mitt finally exited her mouth only to splat ineffectively against the woman’s muscular arm, strings of her own spittle flying back to hit her in the face
Even whipping her head about wasn’t enough to keep her gaze from focusing on any one aspect of the nursery entity. She’d catch half of its six burning eyes or see the twisted horns built of screaming faces or the purple flesh that shifted on its own, lurching in and out of its own existence.
“It seems like you have just as much fight in you as Ms. Lavenia, don’t you Jackie?” she asked. “It’s okay, you don’t have to struggle. It’s too late anyway. You’re linked. You act as the anchor for her in your world, as well as dealing with all those awful toxins.”
“T-Toxwins?” Jackie asked.
“Oh yes, maintaining a physical form is very taxing for me and my shadow spawn in your world. Not to mention how all that pesky air can ruin our bodies—that is, unless they have an appropriate receptacle to filter it for us.”
“R-Rec-cep—” Jackie couldn’t get the rest of the word out, earning a laugh from the demon.
“Don’t worry dear, you’ll learn soon enough. in fact, she’s about to head out the door, meaning…”
As if on cue Jackie’s stomach gurgled lightly, a strange little rumble that would have been the signal for her to get to the bathroom sometime in the next twenty or so minutes. None of this however was normal and the little rumble was quickly followed by a more powerful quake that shook her whole body.
It was like a tremor, though the shaking was entirely localized on her clenching bowels and stomach.
“It looks like it’s started!” the demoness said, still keeping Jackie held in the air. “Oh, I bet big baby Jackie is going to make a great big poopy!”
Jackie wanted to struggle free but she could hardly move. The cramps in her stomach were sapping all of her strength. She dropped her hands to her stomach which had inexplicably grown and lifted up the hem of her skirtall.
She was bloated, stuffed full, and about to eject all that new weight into the back of her diaper.
She moaned just before the weight of her stomach’s contents rocketed through her moving bowels and through her sphincter, forcing her butthole impossibly wide to make room for the first wave of semi-solid shit—all five pounds of it.
That weight dropped into the back of her pants, forcing the size of her diaper to double in the first initial push. The crotch of the padding slipped between her knees, forcing her legs open wider due to the growing circumference of her padding. Going from the size of a beach ball to a mushy half-filled garbage bag was no joke and within seconds Jackie was panting with exhaustion.
She would have called out for a break but all she could do was babble weekly as she processed pounds of shit like a human cement mixer, churning it in her over-bloated stomach before dumping it into the back of her continuously growing padding.
“Oh goodness dear, we’re going to have to get you more acquainted with messing. You’re going far too slow, you must be holding it in!”
Jackie could hardly believe that was even possible. Her stomach was already working to push out the mountain of mess as fast as it could but looking down she kind of understood what the demoness meant. Her bulbous belly hadn’t shrunk with her production; it'd grown. Her stomach was filling faster than she could shit out its contents.
Two of the four hands shifted under Jackie’s armpits while the other two wrapped around her distended stomach. She hadn’t even realized just how big those demonic hands were until they were fully engulfing her stomach, surrounding them in powerful digits.
“Uh Wha—?”
She couldn’t get the words out with the pressure started. The demoness tightened her hands around Jackie’s stomach and forcefully flattened it. The force of her voiding tripled and caused her diaper to crinkle and expand as an explosive barrage of squelching farts and aggressive crinkles filled the nursery.
The last thing Jackie remembered before passing out was the weight of her diaper tugging at her hips and the laughter of the nanny as she was squeezed empty like a tube of toothpaste.
Part 5: Baby Life
When she came to, Jackie was on the floor surrounded by other women in onesies and diapers, each in varying states of use. Hers was the smallest and resembled an utterly packed bean bag chair. She wondered how big they actually got before the nursery demon would decide to change them.
Looking around revealed that there were in fact no changing tables in the room. Other than the plethora of cribs, high-chairs and bouncers, there was nothing to change any of the ridiculously massive diapers.
Her first instinct was to try and talk to some of the women around her. It was a great amazing idea until she realized her capacity for language was gone. She’d gone full mushmouth, spewing consonants and vowels in a random spew. Non-verbal communication didn’t work either because everyone else around her did little else but cry, coo, and groan.
The nanny was oblivious to her wants, or at least pretended to be. She would just smile and nod as Jackie struggled to try and make her needs known. All she’d get back was a head pat, a diaper rub, or a bottle full of strange-tasting milk.
She tried to focus on the door but remembered what going for it would earn her time in the bouncer. The goth girl who’d gone for it before had left the bouncer sometime in the night. Jackie had woken up in her crib to see she was missing.
While the fearsome demon nanny was scary, the thing Jackie feared most was the bouncer. Besides the girl who tried to escape, she watched two others be placed in them, their diapers stretching the cloth seat more and more as they bounced away day by day.
It was always the girls with the biggest diapers who went into the bouncer, giving Jackie a metric to see how long she had before she too ended up there. She hated seeing her padding grow. Nothing was near as bad as that first initial stomach inflation but multiple times a day she found herself adding several pounds to a diaper that was beginning to rival her in weight.
The nursery offered little in the way of entertainment, though after a few days Jackie figured out that it was a tactic to dullen the minds of its inhabitants. She tried to keep herself occupied, counting as high as she could, singing the ABCs or spelling simple words.
She could never get far and even worse, day by day she was losing the capacity to perform each activity. ‘Snake’ was too difficult of a word, ‘O’ was as far as she could get in her alphabet song, and she still couldn’t count any further than four.
Besides practicing those basic skills and drinking from bottles holding two literal liters of liquid, there was the TV.
While Jackie feared going into the bouncer, the TV was torturous in its own way. Once per day she’d pick you up and rest you in front of the screen so you could see through the eyes of your double and what they were doing in your stead. Everyone in the nursery got a turn daily. However, Jackie figured out that unless the Nanny turned it to your channel all you saw was static, only the person in front of it really got to see anything.
Everybody Jackie knew was susceptible to the same treatment she’d been subjected to, although their transformations were more drawn out. Jackie’s double was a master of manipulation apparently, easily tapping into the insecurities and fears of her family and friends to babify and sissify them.
She started relationships with several of them to turn them toward a diaper kink, using it as a pathway to go wear them 24/7. Others she’d straight bully into the padding, taking them into a growing collective of babyfied people.
Jackie was horrified, not only by the growing perversion of the life she’d worked to build but also by seeing how easily so many of the people she loved fell into the trap of joining what was growing into a cult.
Using the money from the people she’d taken in Shadow Jackie bought a building and had her babyish followers build a shrine to the Nanny creature. With the rapid progression on the TV, she wondered how long she’d actually been here.
Counting the days was impossible considering that every three days she’d have to start over. She tried to do the same with new arrivals but again after three women rushed through the door looking similar to how Jackie must have been she gave up and lost count.
Eventually, she was the oldest inhabitant of the nursery. She didn’t remember how it’d happened but she remembered drinking her bottle of milk one day and noticing she had the largest diaper of the bunch. A massive pamper that must have been almost three-hundred pounds.
A cursory test of her faculties proved that one was in fact the only number she knew anymore and it only came to her after a rather intense spell of second guessing and contemplation. Spelling too was far beyond what she was capable of anymore. She was a husk, left behind and no smarter than a baby.
Epilogue
Waking up one morning had the Nanny standing over Jackie, her many eyes narrowed at her.
“Wha?”
She picked up the confused hypermesser into her arms and carried her over to the TV. “Your double did very well,” she explained. “too bad it seems the scope of your life has stopped providing me with worshipers. She has reached the end of her usefulness and now must return.”
“Jackie didn’t understand what she meant until there was a flash on the screen and the demonic version of her was gone, leaving the various babified worshipers alone.
“But what will happen to them!?” she blurted out before covering her mouth in surprise. She could speak again! The feeling in her limbs had retreated. She was back to her full strength again.
“Oh ,one of the members will likely rise up to be the cult’s mommy. They know my doctrine now. It can even spread on its own. Don’t worry Jackie, that’s not your problem.”
“Th-Then what happens now?” she asked.
“Well, you’ve done so well I think you’ve earned bouncy time!”
“NO! FUCK NO!”
“Oh don’t be scared,” she cooed, “It’s just because I’m hungry. It'll feed me all your potential so I can rebirth you as one of my shadow spawn. Soon enough you’ll be back in the classroom and I’ll be full again.”
Jackie pushed and struggled in the thing’s arms trying to break free, yet even with her full strength she couldn’t break free. She easily slipped into the bouncer on the wall despite the hole beneath her in no way being capable of taking in the massive size of her diaper.
She made a few experimental bounces, feeling her regained strength drained and subject to the time dilation that slowed her mind.
She looked up to see what so many before her had, knowing it’d drawn those weak screams from their throats. She told herself she wouldn’t but the endless expanse of void in the teeth of the thing devouring her potential future was too horrifying.
Jackie screamed and…
