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The Letter
To whom it may concern,
My name is Phyllis. I was a Nurse for the City Hospital, working with patients who were experiencing difficulties conceiving a child. I say was because I quit...after the incident. Now I’m worried they might find me, so I’m keeping a record in case I go missing again...maybe someone could help me this time.
Let me start from the beginning.
About 6 months ago I had this couple I was aiding. They were both in impeccable shape, the husband Michael was about 6”3 and a bodybuilder. Mean looking dude with a big beard and a bald head, but respectful. The wife Vicki was like one of those women you see on the cover of fitness magazines, and not like Sports Illustrated, more like Women’s Physique World. She was tough, cold, and obviously use to getting her own way even if she had to bust your arm to do it.
So I saw this couple a few times a week for several weeks, checking on their progress as they attempted to have a baby.
Truthfully, I knew that she was not fertile. She had too many issues with her reproductive system that it was near impossible, but that didn’t stop them from trying.
It got to the point where no matter what they tried, nothing would work. The Doctors told them that it might be worth looking into adoption or a surrogate mother, and that was it. Vicki snapped, she was screaming and crying and throwing stuff everywhere, and Michael did nothing to stop her. She had to be dragged out by security, and on her way out she was dragged past me.
“This is all your fault you stupid bitch, I’ll get you for this!!” She screamed. I was shaken by it, but the security told me not to worry as if she ever came back to the hospital, she’d have to deal with the police.
I don’t know why she blamed me, I ran tests and what not but nothing out of the ordinary. I assumed she was just hurt and I was to be her target for blame. Sometimes people deal with grief better when they can be mad at someone instead of accepting there is nothing they can do.
Weeks went by and nothing happened, but one night I was walking home and something felt wrong. The same car had drove past me around 6 or 7 times, something I normally wouldn’t notice but I just couldn’t shake this uneasy feeling.
It wasn’t until I started walking into my neighborhood that I noticed they were following me. I stopped and turned around to look, the car stopped too. I turned around and started walking faster, I wasn’t too far from my condominium.
I never made it there. The next thing I remember was a cloth covering my face and then waking up somewhere awful.
When I woke, I couldn’t move. I tried to but I was tied up by my legs and wrists. The room was dark as there was not a single windows. I struggled and tried to scream, but I was gagged. The worst feeling was between my legs though, wet and cold…
Before they could even walk in I knew who my kidnappers were. I could hear there voices outside the door and their steps were as heavy as elephants.
Vicki and Michael.
At this point I was crying, and with my hands tied up I couldn’t wipe the tears out of my eyes. So through tears I saw the light come on, and looked up to Vicki as she veered into my cage.
“Awe did someone have an accident? Looks like you’re going to be my little baby after all!” She cooed. I was scared and very confused. I looked down at myself and saw how I was being held for the first time. The room was painted as a kids room, for a little girl. On the wall was “Baby Phyllis” in colorful block lettering, and there were stuffed animals and dolls all over the floor. Worst of all was my “cage” was actually an oversized crib, the biggest I’d ever seen and big enough to hold an adult even bigger than me. To top it off, I was completely nude except for one thing: A big adult diaper.
At least, it’s fit was for adults. the patterns on the front would make one think otherwise, but they were thick and white with animals on them...and very very wet.
I had wet myself while I was passed out, something I assumed at first was just an effect of the drug they used on me...but it was actually so much worse. Vicki said it like this:
“Since you can’t give us a baby of our own, you will BE the baby we own. You’re going to cry, coo, and pee and poop your diaper just like a little baby. And there’s nothing you can do, the process is already in motion”
She referred to my diapers.
“We got a head start and really made sure you would become our baby as soon as possible, so we played around with your nerves. You might remember I’m a self taught acupuncturist, turns out if you go deep enough, and precise enough, you can turn off signals to your brain with just a poke. So the first ones we turned off were you bladder and bowels to your brain. You’ll never feel the need again, you’ll just be helplessly wetting and messing your diapers with no control, like my baby girl would have if I could have one.”
At this point I was starting to doubt her, thought it all BS…but then I felt the back of my diaper fill up with warm mess, and knew she wasn’t kidding. She had really fucked up my brain, and it was permanent. Even after escaping, I still have to wear diapers.
It took me a while to escape. I lost track of the days since I had no natural light coming in to allow me to. Luckily, I got away before she was able to do more acupuncture to me. Her next step was limiting my ability to walk, making me have to crawl everywhere.
They had gone up for what I assumed was the night when I noticed one of my posts on the crip was loose. I figured that if one of them could be loosened, they all could. So I grabbed hold of the one I was cuffed to and started pulling it around, back and forth. It took a while but it started to give, and with one final push I popped it loose. I raised the cuff over and freed one hand, after that it was easy to get the rest.
I couldn’t find my clothes so I grabbed a blanket and snuck out. Before they could even realize, I was at the main road and able to wave someone down.
I went straight to the police, and when they went to the house it was empty. They still haven’t found them.
It’s been a few weeks now, as I said I quit my job and have moved out of town. I have to stay diapered 24/7, but in hindsight it isn't the worst thing to have to deal with compared to what could’ve been done to me had I stayed any longer.
I’m still nervous though, and I’m constantly looking over my shoulder for them. Sometimes I’ll think I see Vicki in a crowd and panic, usually resulting in a wet or messy diaper.
But hey, I have an interview at a new clinic so maybe my new life here won’t be so bad, the diapers are a new challenge, but honestly, I can’t be a baby about it.
So this is Phyllis, and if you’re reading this, assume the worst. I just hope I haven’t gone full baby by the time you find me...if you ever do.
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