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Diapered by Daylight
🕑 Added 2022-01-07 22:01:15 +0000 UTC
The last thing Mikaela Ried remembered was floating above her bed, being surrounded by dark fog. She wasn’t sure what to expect–something supernatural to be sure but not a hardwood floor and faded pink walls. The redhead pushed herself up, adjusting her glasses. She hadn’t gone to bed fully dressed but was glad to be that way now given the creepy environment around her.
A set of double doors with windows on either side looked promisingly like an escape despite its decrepit appearance. Jagged boards filled the view through the windows, blocking any glimpses of the outside. She gripped the doors of the derelict building tightly and gave them a tug only to hear the jingling of metal links.
In her hurry to escape Mikaela hadn’t noticed the dangling chain secured by a padlock holding the doors tightly shut. Only a thin crack to the outside world appeared, giving only a fleeting hope of freedom.
“Damn!” Mikaela cursed, turning back to the lobby behind her. The finer details of the environment stuck out to her now that she was stuck in it. The front desk locked to the floor had a border of cartoon duck stickers, and the walls themselves were all a sickly faded pastel pink or blue, and the floor was littered with yellowing children’s drawings knocked to the floor after so many years of decaying tape.
“This place is… a daycare?” Mikaela asked herself, stepping forward and picking up a sign-in clipboard that confirmed her suspicions. “Moon Hill Daycare? What a creepy name…”
*Thump Thump*
The sound of nearby footsteps interrupted Mikaela’s investigation of her immediate surroundings. She focused in on the noise, noting that it wasn’t just a single set of footsteps but a myriad of them all at different distances throughout the space. Based just on the sound it seemed that this place was much bigger than she could have imagined.
A looming sense of dread fell over Mikaela and she stepped forward. Suddenly, she stopped and a second sight overtook her own, pushing the redhead’s perception away from her body. She was moving faster than she ever thought possible through the hallways of this strange dilapidated nursery.
She saw a myriad of unusual sights whiz by with blinking red lights on mechanical panels and lockers lining long hallways. Her zooming vision came to a stop in a room with four cribs in the center and a shining silver key sitting in a wooden chest nearby.
“That’s the key to the padlock!” she exclaimed before suddenly her vision pulled away from the object. In the rewind back to her own body Mikaela saw things different from the machines and lockers. She saw white rectangles unfurling and grasping people like wide-mouthed monsters. Among these stood a woman, tall in stature and wielding a dangling leash connected to a harness. On her head sat the face of a hare with eye holes so deep it was impossible to see her pupils.
Once Mikaela was back in her body, the clairvoyant episode having passed, she shuddered and knelt down to recover her senses. She started down the hallway slowly, dampening her footsteps by making them smaller. Based on her vision she had a long way to go and there was much to fear simply based on the ambient mood in the nursery’s halls.
She was slow, taking careful patient steps as she moved among the passages. All around her the thudding footsteps still filled the air and drowned out most other sounds, but Mikaela’s fear of the general aura of uneasiness made her step lightly trying to mask her own.
“Left. Left. Right. Left. Forward.” she said, making sure to keep track of the directions she chose to go at every crossroad or fork in the hallways path. For several minutes all she saw around her was faded pastel and the cartoon trim until one of the endless walls was interrupted by a wooden doorway.
“What’s this?” Mikaela asked nobody in particular. It was in fact a small utility closet. Metal shelves stocked with bottles of cleaning fluids sat to one side, and in the center of the space was what she could only guess to be a diesel generator.
Yellow paint chipped from the machine’s exterior and its pistons sat still, waiting for somebody to fire it up. Mikaela stood with her hands on her hips, wondering how much she could do in the short time she had. A quick press of the ignition caused a sputtering of smoke from the mechanical block, letting her know that it was likely out of service without major repairs.
“What does this even go to?” she asked herself, “Would turning it on be worth the risk?”
She decided against it, thinking it to be a waste of time, before moving on. She couldn’t afford to hang around especially if her vision was correct. Instead, she continued through the unending hallways of the nursery.
“Right. Straight. Left. Left. Straight.” The sheer size of the place was astonishing but she supposed it made sense with the otherworldly nature of the corridors she wandered. The atmosphere of the space felt wrong to her in a way she couldn’t describe as anything other than evil.
Another doorway came into view as Mikaela wandered about. This one led to a much larger room where off to one side a mesh playpen with pale toys scattered about inside. Her main focus however lay with the two people who occupied the space.
Backing up toward a vinyl topped table was a young woman with dyed blonde hair and a leather jacket. From what Mikaela could tell she looked tough, like some sort of street racer, though the terror in her eyes destroyed that illusion quickly.
Opposite the young woman, with their back to the door, was a massive figure that towered over both Mikaela and the other person by at least a foot, if not more. A black veil draped down the back of the figure’s head with two white ears extending upwards and adding to their impressive height. From the back, Mikaela recognized scraps of floral print fabric that reminded her a little of a Russian Sarafan dress but with multiple leather belts strapped across the waist and tears across the skirt.
The towering goliath took a step forward and the redhead watched on in horror as in one swift motion the figure scooped up the trembling woman by her collar, plopping her on the table she’d been cowering against with little to no effort.
The punkish girl kicked and struggled against the vinyl surface, held briefly by strong hands before straps shot up from the sides of the table. They cinched around her body and held her relatively still.
Mikaela gasped in shock, clutching the doorway tight. The straps confirmed her suspicions–this place wasn’t exactly bound by the rules of reality.
“Успокойся маленький кролик,” said the figure, her voicing coming out in a soft deep tone.
The phrase, which Mikaela could loosely identify as Slavic in origin, sounded almost sweet coming from the giantess standing over the squirming figure. Seconds after her palliative words the woman started humming. The tune wove and echoed through the air in a strange and haunting way, worming its way into Mikaela’s ears. She felt her head dip suddenly as a wave of exhaustion washed over her.
She righted herself to attention, fighting the pacifying hum that felt like a tinkling nursery rhyme. The redhead had looked up just in time to see the figure on the table slacken under the spell of the song, apparently not able to resist it because of their extremely close proximity.
From the leather straps around her waist, the towering figure grabbed something rectangular and white. All Mikaela could make out through her fluttering eyelids was the massive figure unfolding a rectangle methodically.
“Whatever this is, I can’t stay close to that woman, that song… I’m going to fall asleep if I stay any closer.” Mikaela thought, stepping away from the pair. She started continuing down the hallway, feeling slightly bad that she’d left the other victim to the whims of the masked giantess, but what could she do? She hardly stood a chance against such a force. Instead, she skulked away as silently as possible. Behind her whatever that rectangle was crinkled loudly through the doorway, the only noise besides the thudding footsteps elsewhere in the nursery.
However, as she moved the mystic made the rookie mistake of keeping her eyes locked on the doorframe behind her, just to make sure she wasn’t being followed away from the room. *CLATTTTER SHKA SHKA SHKA* All that effort to remain hidden proved to be wasted when her boot stuck a loose plastic rattle on the floor. Mikaela froze, praying that the figure in the other room hadn’t heard the sound. The fact that the crinkling noise was replaced by approaching footsteps let her know that she wouldn’t be so lucky.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, taking off down the halls. The redhead’s previous worries about tracking her path disappeared as her only preoccupation now was escaping the masked terror. She pumped her legs as hard as she could, railing down winding corridors and past countless doorways. Her only focus was on pressing forward to some semblance of safety.
Along the route, a bundle of wooden boards resting against the wall caught Mikaela’s attention. “It’s the perfect length to block the hallway, I just need to pull it down!” she thought.
The redhead spun on her heel, gripping the wooden board tightly before throwing her whole weight into it just to tip it over. The pallet rocked slightly for just a second before crashing down loudly, wedging itself in place diagonally across the span of the corridor.
The footsteps pursuing Mikaela grew closer as she pressed on, and once again she dared to look back while jolting forward. She was stopped suddenly when her body collided with something. The redhead was knocked back about a foot from her original position.
“Ooof, hey!” said a voice next to Mikaela after dual thuds of both parties falling to the floor sounded out.
With the expectation that she’d have to fight, Mikaela balled up her hands and turned her attention toward whoever had knocked her over. However, rather than some maniac with a knife in their hand, the redhead was surprised to see a young woman about her height on the ground a couple of feet away.
The young woman had sandy blond hair and was wearing a white vest. Her sunken, heavily bagged eyes stared back at Mikaela indignantly, displeased about the lack of attention she’d been paying while running.
*THWUMP THWUMP THWUMP*
The sound of heavy blows landing against wood pulled the pair’s attention behind Mikaela and the blonde girl gave up her grudge against the woman who’d ran into her.
“Crap, we need to run!” Mikaela exclaimed, scrambling up and offering a hand to the young woman, “That crazy masked lady is coming and the pallet I dropped in her way won’t last for long.”
There was a slight moment of hesitation from the white-vested girl but around the fourth sound of splintering wood, she took the offered hand. With a frown across her face, the blonde introduced herself as Mikaela pulled her up. “I’m Cheryl.”
“Mikaela,” the redhead responded, orienting herself down another hallway, “good luck.” She took off immediately after, with Cheryl following only a few paces behind. The imminent dread of the tall Huntress in the rabbit mask pursuing them only loomed closer.
“I just need to disappear…” Mikaela said breathily, struggling to maintain the aggressive pace she’d taken, “I can disappear, all I’ve got to do is stick to the shadows and cover my tracks.” As if the words activated some sort of innate magic the redhead’s footsteps dampened, becoming almost silent as she stepped forward.
Three sets of footsteps became two. After a second she noticed that one set of footsteps behind her had begun moving away from her. She looked back to see that Cheryl had split off at some point leaving the mystic to run alone. Immediately in front of her at the end of the hallway waited a large metal locker with its door hanging open.
“That’s the perfect spot to hide!” Mikaela thought, cracking open the locker and peeking inside. While dark and small, it looked to be secure and discreet. She could wait for her pursuer to pass before continuing to look for the key.
She stepped into the locker, closing herself in. The door let out a slight creak before it clicked shut, Mikaela hidden inside. She allowed herself a sigh of relief, looking through the small slits at the hallway beyond the metal door.
The thudding footsteps of the pursuer approached closer causing Mikaela to tense, then she heard that same lullaby again and her body unconsciously relaxed. Down the hallway, she watched close while fighting the calming effects of the song.
She’d expected to see the masked huntress step around the corner at any moment. Instead, she watched Cheryl run from one corridor to the other only coming into sight for a brief moment. Even with the briefest of glimpses, Mikaela caught the panicked look portrayed in the young woman’s sunken eyes as she passed.
“Беги, сколько хочешь, Маленький кролик, я тебя поймаю”
Still the figure didn’t step out into view, but Mikaela could hear her words clear as day nearby. Then across the gap that spanned the crossroads of the corridor something flew forward. All she could make out was a web of leather straps connected to a taut leash moving with inhuman speed.
“AHHHHH!” A scream filled the air, the leather cord remaining tight across the span of the visible hallway. Then Cheryl appeared back into view, pulled from her length of corridor toward the maw of the other by the leash. The thing on the end was apparently a harness and had latched onto her. She kicked and struggled weakly as she disappeared across toward the other side. There was another weaker scream and then only the hum of the Huntress remained.
“Oh my goddess…” Mikaela said, backing up a little into the locker until her hand met the back wall of the small space. A flash of red light illuminated under Mikaela’s hand and she gasped, looking back to see a small glowing sigil on the wall. From the runes poured a bevy of black fog, darkening the entirety of the small container in a matter of seconds.
“Crap, a trap!?”
Her first instinct was to rush out of the container, already having put a hand on the latch to swing open the door, but through the visible slits she spotted a different danger: the masked giantess standing in the middle of the four-way crossroads.
The redhead jumped in the locker, surprised by the figure’s sudden appearance. To stifle a yelp from escaping her mouth she threw a hand in front of her lips, trapping the sound.
“Damn, I can’t go out there now but who knows what kind of magic this trap is leaking in here. I don’t think I’d be able to get away from her, not at this distance…”
The rabbit masked Huntress approached the locker slowly. She'd stopped humming, leaving only her footsteps to be heard. Mikaela tensed, keeping her hand locked over her mouth to lessen the noises of panic.
The swirling smoke wrapped around her and began emanating magic. She could feel it permeating her clothes and then changing them gradually. The long shawl she’d been wearing disappeared as did her jeans, soaking into other pieces of her clothes. Despite being obscured by the smoke she could feel her camisole morphing into something more akin to a loose-fitting t-shirt.
The shifting between her legs was more distressing though, as the material of her pants dissipated from her legs, leaving them bare, She could feel her underwear… expanding?
With her confusion overtaking the fear she was feeling Mikaela threw her free hand down to her crotch, gripping the quickly swelling bulk of her undergarments. It elicited a loud crinkle that startled her. Soft cotton had become a plastic shell stuffed to the brim with what felt like a dense fluffy core.
Despite its newly puffy nature the garment was in no way loose. It actually clung tightly to her waist with the plasticy substance climbing up her hips and abdomen for a more secure hold to support the padding now compressed by her thighs.
On the other side of the locker door, The Huntress cocked her head, the black pits of her mask’s eyes locked with Mikaela’s through the locker’s slits.
“Oh god, she knows I’m here! I’m fucked!”
Luckily, she was wrong and with zero warning the tall pursuer turned away from the metal container, moving on to her next target. Mikaela breathed in a deep sigh of relief, remaining hidden for several minutes before stepping out of the smoke-filled container back into the hallways of the derelict daycare.
If she was honest with herself Mikaela had predicted that the magical aura of the daycare would do strange things, but she never could have expected the change to her outfit that the booby-trapped locker had.
Her stylish camisole had been replaced by an oversized purple t-shirt with a curled-up cartoon black cat, above it were scrawled the words “little witch”. Sticking out from the hem of her new top was the distressing bulk her pants had morphed into. It was a thick diaper, obviously sized for an adult that dipped its poofy core halfway down her thighs.
“Well, this is going to slow me down…” Mikaela groaned, testing her new waddling gait as she moved down the hallway, “It’s so loud too–that crinkle is going to give me away immediately.”
Waddling forward, the redhead peeked around the corner, double-checking to make sure The Huntress was nowhere nearby before she continued delving deeper toward the key waiting at the end of her vision. She was surprised to see not the Huntress but instead the young woman with sandy blonde hair, Cheryl.
Mikaela approached slowly, her eyes scanning over the massive baby rocker she’d been strapped into. The seat of the contraption encircled the glossy-eyed girl in white, almost pristine fabric that clashed with the derelict state of the building around her. The whole thing rocked back and forth gently on curved crescent legs.
She barely even registered Mikaela as she approached but even as Cheryl looked up at her there were no words shared between the two. She just lay reclined in the chair quietly, strapped in by a harness across her chest. Underneath the straps, the redhead noticed her fellow survivor’s outfit had been replaced by an orange onesie of material similar to the sleeveless turtleneck she’d been wearing before. Beneath the snap crotch of said onesie, the bulge of a diaper was clearly visible, with the white of its core peeking out of the bands encircling Cheryl’s lower body due to how tightly it clung to her padding.
“Hey,” Mikaela said tentatively, “are you okay? What happened?”
Cheryl’s almost dead stare didn’t change, nor did she answer the redhead. Instead, she suckled on the black plastic pacifier in her mouth more vigorously.
Mikaela opened her mouth again, about to ask if she could hear her while reaching toward the harnesses holding Cheryl down. She’d meant to help her out of the rocker and see if she could help her escape. She stopped when she noticed the blonde’s face scrunch like she was suddenly uncomfortable.
Mikaela didn’t even have a chance to ask what was wrong, her answer came from a rude trumpeting from Cheryl’s bottom followed by the crinkle of a plastic shell unfurling due to a weight being pushed into it. The snap crotch of the onesie pushed out along with the diaper under it, the mounding mess within causing the padding to strain.
Mikaela cringed, blushing at Cheryl’s shameless display of messing herself. “It’s like I’m not even here…” she said, “Oof, and that smell!” The wafting stench of Cheryl’s accident reached Mikaela’s nose and caused her to step back away from the rocker in an attempt to escape.
Even at this distance, she watched in astonishment as Cheryl’s flatulence was replaced with the lewd squelching of her mess struggling to find available room in the still-expanding padding. The snap crotch of her onesie strained a little, threatening to pop open due to lack of space. Through the widening holes visible between snaps and around the leg bands of the onesie Mikaela could see the previously pristine white turn lumpy and stain brown.
“This is what happens when she gets you…” the redhead said to herself feeling the spreading fear of her situation. She looked down her own diaper, wondering if it would be better to rid herself of the padding altogether. “No,” she said, “it’s better than being naked at least.”
Mikaela took one last look at Cheryl in the rocker, considering whether or not to help her. At this point, her face had relaxed, and she was back to rocking gently in the contraption with a blissed-out expression.
“She’s totally gone,” Mikaela said, recognizing it was probably more of a hindrance to help Cheryl. Instead the only thing she could think may make the blonde more comfortable by reaching forward and grabbing the snaps on the bottom of the onesie.
The smell still proved to be distracting and as Mikaela’s hand approached she could feel the heat of Cheryl's mess through the padding but she ignored her initial disgust, unsnapping the bottom of the garment to leave the full diaper more room. The crotch popped open easily, with the lumpy crotch of the diaper surging forward without the support of the stretchy onesie.
Mikaela left her messy companion behind, moving towards the place her vision had told her the literal key to her escape waited. The rest of the journey remained uneventful, with even The Huntress’s haunting song absent from the halls.
She could still hear other footprints off in the distance but took solace in the fact that they seemed to be nowhere near her. It did however allow Mikaela to focus her anxiety on the amount of noise the crinkly thing around her waist made.
No matter how she adjusted or walked, the core of the diaper sagged awkwardly. She wanted to pretend it didn’t bother her but the rounded crotch’s weight threw off her natural gait in a way that Mikaela had no time to get used to nor did she want to. She hoped that after this experience she’d never again have to deal with this annoying bulk spreading her thighs apart.
She felt like she’d been waddling forever when she reached a large doorway and just past it a set of stairs led downward. Mikaela hesitated, feeling the crushing aura of evil emanating from below. Despite this, she knew her vision was correct and she’d need the key below to escape. With a tentative step, Mikaela descended.
The room she entered into was like the others with pinkish wallpaper all trimmed with cartoon animals but all over the walls were covered in fissures. Menacing red light peaked through the cracks in the drywall, an otherworldly illumination bathing the space. In the center, four cribs were arranged in an x shape, exactly like she'd seen in her vision. She did her best to ignore them, focusing her attention instead on the chest at the far end of the room and ignoring the barred beds and the myriad of toys littering the floor.
“That key has to be here…” she said quietly, stepping off the first step and into the twisted basement playroom.
Somewhere else...
Elsewhere in the nursery, a woman wearing a rabbit mask hummed to herself, stalking the halls and following the sounds of footsteps. Two of the four prey still eluded her, much to her aggravation. She stopped, bending down to read the footprints pressed into the dust of the floor, but the person who’d made it was long gone.
Her trail was going cold from what she could tell. However, just as she was about to let her frustration take over, the sound of a step rang out all around her, echoing in her mind. She looked toward the sound’s origin and cocked her head. Almost 30 meters away and slightly lower than her, she could see the outline of a creeping figure clear as day through the walls of the building. A spectral target for her to follow.
“Один из маленьких кроликов вторгся на мою территорию.” she said, standing up. It wouldn’t take her long to go and collect the prey now that she knew exactly where it was.
Back in the basement...
In the basement below the rest of the nursery, impatience ran rampant through Mikaela’s mind. She could feel how close she actually was to escaping from the Moon Hill daycare. All she had to do was crack open the chest and find her way back to the entrance. The redhead rushed forward, kicking aside discarded stuffed animals and abandoning any notion of caution as she reached for the lid of the trunk.
*TWANNGGG*
The cost of her impatience once again caught her off guard as the sound of an elastic snap emanated from beneath her. She didn’t have time to look down before whatever trap she’d triggered ensnared her but she could feel it happen. Something slipped up around her bare legs, covering her padding in a thick cloth seat. This covering pushed against Mikaela’s padding, forcing her upwards suddenly, with four elastic straps extending upwards toward the ceiling, lifting her off the ground along with the soft polyester seat.
It took the redhead a moment to process what happened. The surprise of being practically launched into the air thoroughly startled her and she didn’t quite understand why she never returned to the ground below either.
“It’s a giant baby swing?!” she exclaimed, giving a few quick test bounces to experiment with her range of movement. Mikaela was at least a foot and a half off the ground now and with the spreader plastic on the bottom of the seat, her reach was severely reduced. Her feet were too far away from the floor to gain any sort of purchase. Not wanting to give up, Mikaela twisted and struggled against the bouncer, fighting to escape the punishing seat but only managing to repeatedly drive her padding against herself, practically grinding against the plastic unintentionally. In the end, all her struggles had simply turned her towards the door, giving her a better view of the stairway past the altar of cribs.
It was the perfect vantage point to see the rabbit masked Huntress appear, humming her haunting lullaby. Mikaela tensed as the figure approached, feeling the adrenaline of fear course through her. Her mind struggled for a solution while her body did the one thing it felt right to do at that moment, panic.
Without even realizing she had to go Mikaela felt her body release, flooding her compressed diaper with a wild spray of fear-induced urine. She was wetting herself uncontrollably, and while mentally she begged her body to stop it wouldn’t respond to her brain's commands. The warmth of her accident soaked and spread through the soft core, turning it into a squishy pulp against her groin.
Gradually her thoughts clicked into gear and she could feel herself regain control of her limbs as the tide of hot urine slowed. The masked woman approached and Mikaela started screaming mentally at her limbs to move. Finally, she started struggling once again in the bouncer, forcing herself down as far as she could to try and get her feet onto the ground and push herself off the hard floor of the basement. If she was lucky she could maybe jump out of the contraption itself and make a break for it.
Around her waist, the now warm, soaked padding squished and squelched against Mikaela with each rebound in the rig. No matter how hard she tried though she could never find enough force to meet the ground, futilely struggling right up to the moment The Huntress reached her and pulled her from the bouncer.
Mikaela kicked and fought against the strong arms pulling her out of the contraption though because of the tinkling tune invading her mind. It was a rather pathetic effort compared to the strength of the woman lifting her. In fact, as she was hoisted up the redhead was struggling just to keep her eyes open at that point.
Within moments she was pacified, her muscles tired and her brain fogged over from the music. It was almost nice the way the woman in the mask cradled her in her strong arms, gifting Mikaela with a level of affection she’d been sorely missing as of late anyway. Why fight against it: Cheryl had seemed so happy after all.
The huntress carried Mikaela to a corner of the room where a rocking chair waited. She lowered herself into the wooden seat slowly, bringing the redhead down onto her lap as she went.
“Was… was this here before?” Mikaela asked, fighting the urge to pass out from her captor’s lullaby.
The woman in the mask tsked at Mikaela in response and then lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts to the diapered redhead. As unexpected as the sudden exposure was, Mikaela found herself more taken aback by the slight bead of white liquid that formed on the pink nipples that tipped each round breast.
“Тише, зайчик, позволь мамочке Анне тебя накормить,”
There was no way for Mikaela to understand the words directed at her but the physical instruction to bring her head toward the lactating nipple was direction enough and in her exhausted state there was no fight left in her. She formed a ring with her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to draw in the sweet milk of her pursuer. An explosion of creamy liquid filled Mikaela’s mouth. While she drank, a hand wandered down to her wet diaper, pressing the sodden padding against her sensitive crotch in a way that elicited a moan. That was all she could remember before drifting off to the humming from The Huntress while she nursed.
Somewhere in the Daycare...
Jill Valentine descended the steps towards the basement of Moon Hill Daycare, expecting that it was where the final part to escaping the hellish nursery remained. Using all of her training from S.T.A.R.S. she’d navigated the hallways with ease, avoiding the obvious traps of seals and the plodding steps of the tall woman in the mask.
Based on the diary page she’d discovered when she awoke she’d come to understand that escape was a two-fold process: she’d need to repair and activate the five generators around the labyrinth and then find the key to the door. With all five generators up and running (fixed by her expert technical skills) all that remained was to descend the stairs into what she assumed was a basement and retrieve the key. Jill had deliberately saved that room for last, feeling uneasy near it.
When she entered the basement the sights of the cracked walls with unearthly light pouring in seemed odd, but she was more concerned with the writhing forms in three of the cribs that occupied the center of the room. She approached cautiously, noting the figures inside were unarmed before she got any closer.
In fact, they were more than unarmed: each of them was bound with heavy leather mitts around their hands and a pacifier gag strapped to their face. Two of the figures, both females with blonde hair, didn’t even bother looking at Jill as she approached, simply cooing through their gags and tossed a little. Each of them had a stained, messy diaper around their waist.
The third woman however eyed Jill with an intensely panicked expression, recognition lighting up her face. While her diaper was yellow-stained and swollen with urine she lacked the distinct lumpiness the other two shared. Around her neck lay a silver key on a chain.
Through Mikaela’s eyes…
When Mikaela saw Jill approach from the doorway she felt a feeling of relief run through her. “Four cribs means four survivors. She can still get us out of here!” she thought, muttering through her pacifier gag.
Jill looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Do you want help out of there?” she asked, reaching a hand into the crib.
Mikaela nodded feverishly, reaching her mitted hand out to grasp her last hope of escape. However, Jill was interrupted by something–a sound was permeating the room. It was that same humming lullaby. Mikaela’s eyes widened and her stomach cramped. She couldn’t quite explain it but it felt like the notes of the tune weren’t putting her to sleep anymore, they were driving her bowels into overtime.
“Do you hear that?” Jill asked, letting a yawn escape her lips.
Mikaela screamed through the gag in her mouth, trying to warn Jill of the impending danger approaching her. At the same time, her abdomen gurgled, signaling the inevitable push she could feel barreling toward her sphincter.
Mikaela watched The Huntress silently stalk from behind her one hope, drawing a finger up to her mask’s lip. The giantess extended a hand towards Jill who was fighting to keep from nodding off just as Mikaela’s control gave out. Her last hope of escape fell into her captor’s arms as a wave of mush pushed into the back of her diaper, causing the back to bloat out.
Mikaela groaned, feeling the squishy gunk shift to occupy any available space. She didn’t need to have another vision to know that she’d better get used to that feeling. This was the first of many packed pampers.
