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Happy Baby Day
🕑 Added 2020-03-21 08:23:13 +0000 UTCThis was written as an incredibly late Christmas gift commission for HofBondage, which I'm sharing here with their permission. The concept was a kinky parody of "Happy Death Day", with a diaper-themed twist. I hope you like it!
Day 27.
“I’m being stalked. I need your help.”
Cindi stared at me, blinking a few times in surprise. I had stepped into the lunch line a space behind her, cutting in front of a few students, but I had bigger things to worry about than ruffling some feathers. “Uh… hi, Jasmine. It is Jasmine, right?”
“Call me Jazz,” I replied, sticking out my hand to shake. “We’re roommates, but you haven’t had the chance to meet me yet. You got onto campus a day late, because your truck got a flat coming here.”
The uncertain stare continued, and I started to notice a hint of fear in her expression. Not good. If you scare her off, she won’t help you. She looked past me, towards the exit. “Yeah… look, now’s not a good time.”
I kept my hand extended, implacable. I knew she’d give in to my stubbornness, so I didn’t feel uncertain about being so forward with her. “Just hear me out, it’ll take five minutes. I’ll even buy your lunch. If you still think I’m crazy when I’m done, you can get up and leave.”
Cindi eyed me, still convinced I was off my rocker, but then she adjusted her grip on her lunch tray so she could shake my hand. “Deal. You said you’re being stalked?”
I nodded, stepping forward in the lunch line. “I’ll explain it once we’re sitting down.” I wasn’t really hungry, but I knew that if I didn’t eat now I wouldn’t get a chance later, so I took a cellophane-wrapped sandwich and an apple while Cindi filled her tray.
Two punches on my lunch card later, we were sitting across from each other, at a table I’d chosen so my back could be against a wall. “Sorry for all this being kind of weird, I just don’t have time to explain better and it’s… a lot.”
Watching me, Cindi popped the tab on a soda. “Just… start from the beginning, I guess.”
“It’s…” I flushed. I hadn’t practiced explaining this beforehand. “I woke up this morning, went about my day, and this freak in a baby mask grabbed me and pulled me off to some sort of… a bad place. I don’t want to talk about what they did, but… when they were done, I woke up back in my bed.”
My arms strain as I try to break free of the soft, silky straps holding me down, but I’m not strong enough.
“That sounds like a bad dream, Jazz,” Cindi said, skeptically. “Not a stalker.”
I look around, half expecting to see my abductor charging towards me, but the cafeteria hall is only populated by students. “Well, I thought that too, but… then it happened again.”
“The same dream?”
I shake my head. “The same day.”
Cindi frowned. “I don’t follow.”
I try to scream, but my mouth is gagged by a pacifier, its bulb inflated to fill my mouth, the guard strapped to my face.
“I woke up, and everything was the same. I got the same good-morning text from my dad, I bumped into the same person as I left our dorm room, the same songs were playing on the radio in the cafeteria when I got breakfast. I tried to brush it off as deja-vu, but then, that afternoon, they grabbed me again.”
Furrowing her brow, Cindi asked, “And… tortured you?”
“Yes. And then I woke up, and it all started over again.”
My legs are trembling, constantly reminded of the sodden padding and putrid muck taped around my waist and squelching between my thighs.
Cindi glanced at her phone, then at her mostly-unfinished lunch. “Look, it sounds like you need to go to the police. Or maybe a psychiatrist.”
“I tried that, the sixth time this happened,” I explained, shaking my head, imploring her not to leave. “They wouldn’t help. When I told them I’d been living the same day over and over, they thought I was crazy. When I tried going in and just telling them I was being stalked, they wouldn’t help me without evidence.”
My roommate stared at me, calculating, trying to determine if I was sincere, if I was pulling her leg, or if I’d just gone off the deep end.
Bound, gagged, forced to use a diaper to the point of leaking, my back arches in pleasure and sensation as the vibrator pulses once more and my captor whispers in my ear, “I know you like it.”
“I’ve had to live out this day twenty six times,” I say, going in for the kill. “And I can prove it. In about five seconds, a guy in a white t-shirt is going to drop his lunch tray.” I pointed towards an intersection of tables a few paces away.
Cindi raised an eyebrow, watching skeptically until a gangly freshman tripped on his shoelaces, staggered, and sent his meal skittering across the floor. She blinked in surprise, but tried to conceal it. “Maybe you paid him to do that.”
I could tell I had her then. Checking my phone for the time, I say, “Upstairs, in five minutes and seventeen seconds, someone’s going to put a nylon backpack in one of the dryers and it’ll melt and they’ll have to call maintenance. In twenty three minutes, our RA is going to text with information about the floor meeting tonight. Do I need to keep going?”
Shaking her head, Cindi said, “No, I believe you, but… why do you think I’m the person who has to help you?”
I moan into my gag, shame coloring my cheeks as the surging vibration makes me flush with sensation once more. My captor presses a hand into the seat of my diaper, pressing my mess into me as I groan in pleasure and humiliation.
“I trust you.” It would sound silly to her, given that she’d just met me, but I’d met her twenty six times and I had a good sense of her character. “You’ve been willing to hear me. You’re determined, you’re willing to take me at my word, and you’ve tried to help me before.”
“Right, when the day was repeating. What am I supposed to be helping with, exactly?”
“It’s… complicated,” I replied, blushing again. “Every time, the day ends and I wake up in bed after a certain thing that the stalker does to me. I think, if I can keep that thing from happening, then the day won’t start over.”
Cindi frowns, pushing her lunch tray to the side. “You want my help, but you’re not going to tell me any details?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
Tapping her fingers on the table, she said, “Well, if what you say is true, then either I’ll forget about this conversation, or you’ll break the cycle, which I think would be worth a little embarrassment.”
“It’s…” my face turned pink. I really, really didn’t want to get into the details of what my kidnapper had done to me for the past twenty six days, so I decided to give her as little information as I could. “Once they’ve grabbed me, they take me back to this room, and make me…”
The pleasure overwhelms the humiliation, and I begin to feel the heat and sensation rise as the vibrator thrums against my filthy diaper. Body arching in pleasure, I pant into my gag, pleasure building until-
I wake up in my dorm room bed, frustration mounting as I’m denied climax for the twenty-sixth time in a row.
Fuck.
Cindi read my expression, blinking in comprehension. “Oh. I mean, I guess it could be worse, then.”
I shook my head. “I don’t… that is, I wake up just before… never mind. Will you help me?”
Looking at her lunch tray, Cindi pushed it aside and stood, nodding. “Sure. What do you need me to do?”
Relief washed over me as she confirmed her willingness to lend a hand. “I think I know where this freak set everything up. It’s an abandoned building on the side of campus. If we can get there, and either find proof for the cops or just get the drop on them, they won’t be able to grab me and I won’t have to… that is, I won’t restart the day again.”
Cindi frowned. “What, the old Jefferson building? Nobody’s in there, they keep that place locked up.”
“That’s not entirely true.” I smiled, using a bit more of my knowledge of the day. “There’s a way in where we won’t be seen, if we leave here in just a minute, and the two times I’ve tried to explore it by myself, my stalker found me right away. If they weren’t already there, it’s one hell of a coincidence.”
“Unless they were just following you around, like stalkers are known to do,” Cindi pointed out, sounding skeptical. “It just seems like a longshot, if there was anywhere else you wanted to check out first.”
“If I’m wrong, we can try again when the day loops,” I pointed out, walking towards the exit. “But I’ve got a good gut feeling about this, and I need to stop this from going on without letting the day repeat any more than it already has.”
Holding the door for me, Cindi asked, “Why’s that?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Stepping out into the campus, I started following the sidewalk towards the far side of the college campus, trying not to rush too much. With Cindi’s help, I felt like I finally had a real chance at getting out of this without being grabbed, but I didn’t want to make a mistake in my haste.
Cindi stopped, a few paces behind me, and I looked over my shoulder at her. “What?”
“Are you…” She trailed off, and I realized that she was staring at my ass. My cheeks flushed, and she finished, “Are you wearing a diaper?”
Embarrassment filling me, I looked around to make sure nobody had heard her, tugging at the back of my shirt in alarm to hide the waistband poking up from beneath my jeans. “Shhh!” I implored, taking a couple steps closer. “It’s… just pullups.”
“You didn’t say anything about that on your roommate agreement,” Cindi pointed out, doing very little to keep her voice down. “I didn’t know you needed-”
“I don’t!” I snapped, before lowering my voice. “Since this groundhog day freaky shit started, though… I’ve just been having a little trouble. It’s no problem.”
Cindi smirked and started walking again, but she didn’t drop the topic, and she didn’t keep her voice down in the slightest. “So you’ve been peeing your pants?”
“No! Shut up! People can hear you.”
Looking around at the other students walking by, Cindi rolled her eyes. “Nobody’s listening to us. If you haven’t been having accidents, why would you need diapers?”
“Pullup,” I repeated, gritting my teeth. “The package from Wal-Mart said they were for ages twelve and up. And… it’s just been getting harder to hold it, and a couple times I haven’t made it, and…”
“And you peed your pants,” Cindi snickered.
I shoved her arm, just enough to make her step to the side. “Shut up!”
Covering her mouth to conceal a laugh, Cindi said, “You asked for my help, diaper girl.”
“I didn’t think you’d be an asshole about it.”
She frowned to one side, amusement still plain in her eyes. “Sorry. It’s just funny.”
I glared, but there was no heat to it. Cindi was the only person who’d agreed to help me so far, and I couldn’t risk losing her support. “Not for me.”
Cindi shrugged and we kept walking. I tried not to think about the subtle crinkle as my thin padding shifted between my legs, but now that Cindi had brought it up, it was hard to forget.
“So, have you used this to do anything useful?” Cindi asked me, filling the quiet time as we walked.
“Useful like what?” I replied, checking over my shoulder. The last time I’d come to this building, my stalker had found me before I could do any investigation. I was hoping that with my backup, they wouldn’t get another chance, but that didn’t make me less paranoid about an ambush.
Cindi shrugged. “Like, looking up the lottery numbers or something.”
“I haven’t had the chance,” I admitted. “They don’t draw the numbers today until the evening, and I have yet to make it past four or five before…”
“Before they get you?” Cindi looked around as well. “Hey, you’re with me now. Want to go wait at a coffee shop or something for a few hours until it gets dark, check the numbers, then come back here afterwards?”
“If this works, the day won’t loop again,” I pointed out. “And I’m not going to make it loop again on purpose. It’s been worse every time they get me, and no amount of money is worth that.”
“If you say so.” Cindi pointed as we rounded a bend in the sidewalk. “That’s the building, right?”
“Yeah.” The old arts building loomed over us, four stories of solid brick architecture with boarded-over windows. I’d found it a few repeated days prior when I was looking for places to hide a sex dungeon on campus, but I’d never gotten past the first floor before my stalker found me. Given how far aside from campus it was, with minimal security and no visibility to the inside from the outside, it’d be a great place for my stalker to set up.
Looking for an entrance, Cindi asked, “Think we’ll catch them off guard?”
“I think we’ve got a better shot than I have so far.” We walked up to it, and I led Cindi off to the north side, where we’d be out of view from the rest of campus.
Cindi scanned the side of the building, frowning skeptically. “So, what’s the plan to get in? Smash a window?”
“That’s one option,” I explained, smirking. “I checked the building out a few todays ago. There are a couple ways in, but the easiest is just to go in through the back door.” Pressing the handlebar, the door swung open, letting us into a long, unlit hallway.
“Oh.” Cindi peered in behind me, frowning. “It’s dark in there. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
I unslung my backpack from my shoulder, pulling out two brand new jumbo flashlights and passing one to Cindi. “I planned ahead.”
She took the light, clicking it on. “I guess there’s no good excuse to back out then.”
“Hey, help me out here, and I’ll owe you one,” I pointed out. “Or, hell, if something goes wrong you won’t even remember, so no harm no foul.”
“Unless time-loop-icitis is infectious.” She chuckled, nervously, and we walked inside the building, letting the door thud shut behind us.
“We’ll stick together,” I explained, using my light to gesture at the doors. “Check the place out methodically. As long as we have each other’s backs, they won’t be able to grab us.”
Cindi shiverred, pointing her flashlight nervously into the first classroom on the right. “What if campus security finds us?”
“They won’t. I’ve been here before, remember?” I pointed down the hall, towards a T intersection. “We can skip this first hallway, I’ve already looked around here.”
“Whatever you say, Jazz.”
It was less creepy than the last time I’d explored the building. With Cindi at my side, I felt a lot safer, less anxious at every turn. We checked rooms one at a time, exploring just enough to ensure that there was no hidden bondage gear behind old desks and lecterns before moving on to the next.
Even as fast as we were moving, though, it took most of half an hour to clear the first floor and find the stairs up to the second.
“I don’t think we’re going to find anything,” Cindi said, as we headed up. “If I were a creepy stalker, I’d have gone for the first floor. Can you imagine hauling all that gear up the stairs? Makes me tired, just thinking about it.”
“There’s only a few floors, and I’m not giving up,” I insisted, as we rounded the stairwell. “If you want to take a break, that’s okay, but we’re not giving up.”
Cindi opened her mouth, then closed it, squinting and pointing her flashlight down the hall. “Did you see that?”
“See what?” I asked, frowning.
“Thought I saw something moving,” Cindi said, taking a few steps further. “It was probably just a weird shadow from your flashlight, though. I’m not worried about it.”
“If you… oh.” I paused, getting a sinking feeling in my belly. “Oh no.”
“Oh no?” Cindi’s voice was alarmed. “What’s wrong?”
“I gotta pee,” I said, looking around. “I… I don’t think this building has working plumbing.”
Sighing in relief, my partner in crime asked, “So? You’re wearing a diaper.”
“Pull-up,” I corrected, peering down the hall, shifting my weight back and forth in an anxious potty dance. “And that’s not the point. I’m still potty trained, and I’m damned sure that I’m not going to pee my pants.”
Cindi shrugged, looking back down the hall. “Suit yourself. I think the closest campus building with a toilet you could use was only a few minutes away. I guess we’re taking that break after all.”
“I… don’t know if I can hold it that long,” I conceded, leaning to look further down the hall. “I’m just going to find a toilet, I don’t care if it flushes.”
“Gross,” Cindi said, but she rolled her eyes and started walking down the hall. “Whatever you say, I guess.”
“Here, I think the bathrooms are this way.” I guided our walk with my flashlight, still mindful of my surroundings. “You sure you saw something earlier?”
Cindi walked backwards for a moment, checking behind us. “Like I said, it was probably a trick of the light.” Spinning to face forward, she pointed her flashlight at my backside and giggled. “That’s a cute potty dance.”
I blushed, realizing I was walking with my thighs pressed together to try and hold back the suddenly mounting pressure. “Shut up.”
“Just an observation. Y’know, if you wanted to hide your pullups, you should have worn a longer shirt.” Cindi’s tone was innocent, but her expression showed a broad smirk.
Groaning, I rounded the corner and pointed my flashlight towards the large ‘W’ mounted over a door. Feeling the pressure in my bladder surge at the sight of a bathroom, I hurried to it, trying the pull handle.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Cindi asked, walking up behind me and leaning against the wall by the door.
I pulled a second time, but it didn’t budge. “Locked.” Desperation mounting, I pressed a hand into my crotch, hopping back and forth on the balls of my feet.
Cindi frowned, and I half expected her to make a quip, but instead she pointed her light at a far office door. “Just… go piss in a trash can or something.”
“What?” I asked, caught off guard by the suggestion.”
“It’s not like the toilets would actually work. Unless you changed your mind about that whole ‘I’m a big girl, I don’t pee my pants’ speech you gave a minute ago.”
I considered it for a half second, deciding that anything was better than conceding the loss of my potty training. Waddling across the hall, I opened the door, stepped forward, then glanced back at Cindi. She was still leaning against the wall.
“Aren’t you coming?”
She chuckled. “To watch the “Jazz pisses in a trash can” show? Ew. I’ll wait out here, thanks.”
There was no time to argue. Rushing into the classroom, I let the door swing shut behind me, looking around for a trash bin, a janitor’s bucket, anything. Fiddling with my jeans’ snap, I shuffled over to the teacher’s desk, checking under it for-
Outside the door, Cindi screamed.
I spun in alarm, half expecting to see my stalker coming through the door in a baby mask, but instead I saw only a brief flash of light come from under the door, followed by darkness.
“Cindi!” I ran to the door and threw it open, looking around the hallway.
She was gone.
Also, the pressure on my bladder had vanished, replaced by a growing warmth around my crotch.
My attention was split between concern for Cindi, fear for myself, and frustrated humiliation as I soaked the thin padding of my Disney Princess pull-up.
I stepped into the hallway, shining my light around, but there was nobody in sight. Cindi was gone, vanishing like she’d never even been there.
Worse, I could feel wet warmth trickling down my thighs. I’d flooded my pullup, and looking down, I could see crescent-shaped marks highlighting the shape of my overwhelmed padding.
“Dammit.” I stepped back into the classroom, putting the door to my back. My bladder was just starting to trail off, and I could feel my socks squishing around my heels, suggesting that maybe I should have gotten incontinence protection for adults instead of the cheap children’s variety.
My stalker had gotten Cindi. I’d dragged her into this to protect myself, but I’d never considered how it might put her in danger. Now, she was about to be put through the same humiliations and torture that I’d been suffering.
A selfish part of me considered that, if I just left, my stalker might be content with only one victim. I could run away, be free, escape the time loop and never look back. I’d have to walk across the campus in soggy jeans, the outline of my pullup standing out like a spotlight, but I’d have escaped.
If I did that, though, Cindi might be held captive forever. She might not get the same chances I had, to try again over and over until she got a version where she didn’t get grabbed.
As much as I hated it, I couldn’t give up now. I had to find my stalker and free Cindi.
So, leaving wet footprints in my wake, I raised my flashlight, braced myself, and strode towards the door.
“Cindi!” I cried out, looking to my right, towards the stairs. “I’m coming to get you! Don’t worry!”
I moved carefully, mimicking how I’d seen spies move in action films. It was maybe a bad sign that I was basing my actions based off of outlandish fiction, but I didn’t have anything better to draw on. It also probably didn’t help that, instead of moving silently, my shoes were squelching and my sodden pullup was crinkling with every movement of my hips and thighs.
A felt a different kind of warmth that had nothing to do with temperature and stopped to get annoyed with myself. “Goddammit,” I said, directing my words between my legs. “No. We’re in peril here. I know it’s been a while, but now is not a good time.”
My sex-starved body disagreed. I couldn’t blame it, no matter how inconvenient the circumstances. I’d effectively been edged twenty six days in a row with no hope of release, and most of those times, I’d had some variety of soggy protection rubbing between my legs.
I tried not to let it worry me that I was being conditioned to get hot and bothered by dirty diapers.
“We get through this without getting grabbed, and I promise we’ll have some fun tomorrow,” I assured myself. “Normal fun. And I’ll get my potty training back, and put all this behind me, and-”
I didn’t hear the figure that had crept up behind me. I only knew they were there when a hand had snaked around my face, pressing a wet towel over my mouth and nose.
“Shh,” a voice said in my ear, such a low whisper that I couldn’t make out anything distinguishing about it. “Go to sleep.”
I sucked in a panicked breath, which was the wrong decision. The chloroform kicked in instantly, and I didn’t even feel it when my body hit the ground.
…
It was hard to tell when exactly I came to, because the world was still black. Something was pulled over my face, covering my head from the neck up, blocking my vision and distorting my hearing. My mouth was open, held that way by something metallic and cold, so that I couldn’t help but gape.
I was lying down. I tried to get up, to pry the hood from over my face, but my wrists were strapped down by my side, and my ankles were similarly fastened down. Judging by the cold air I could feel, the rest of my body was naked.
Fingers touched me, running down the side of my body gently. I tensed, as though my captor wouldn’t be able to see me if I held perfectly still.
“The baby’s awake,” they whispered, quiet and toneless. I identified them at once as my captor, doing their signature affectation to make their voice unrecognizable. Gender, age, and accent were all lost to me. “It was sweet of you to bring me another plaything, but she’s a little occupied right now, so we can play together instead.”
Fear for Cindi’s wellbeing fizzled and died at the back of my mind. I wanted to care about my friend, but as soon as the day reset, none of this would matter to her. I, on the other hand, would remember every detail and lose even more potty training as soon as this was over.
“I’m not sure what you were doing on that side of campus, but it was an interesting challenge having to carry you all the way over here.” The fingers reached my hips and trailed over my thighs, then stopped. “I was going to have so much fun making you wet your diapers for the first time since you were a baby, but I guess you beat me to that. It was so cute watching you have your little potty accident.”
They could see me? My blood turned cold and I shivered again, except that this time it had nothing to do with the cold.
Their hand left my body and I could barely hear footsteps through my hood, leaving me alone for a moment. Though I was sure it was futile, I tested my restraints one more time, tugging at the cuffs and hoping for an unprecedented mistake that would let me slip free and run while they were a few paces away.
I had no luck, and before I could try anything else, I heard them return, little caster wheels rattling on the floor as they dragged something over with them.
“After an accident like that, little baby, you have to be dehydrated,” they said, and I felt my stomach sink as I realized what they’d dragged over.
My mouth was still held open, and there was nothing I could do as they leaned over me, fixing a rubber hose to the opening in my hood. I was forced to breathe through my nose, little airholes ensuring that I didn’t pass out from oxygen deprivation.
I expected a flood of some sort of fluids, be it baby formula or prune juice, but no such sensation came, and the footsteps echoed away for a second time. I held still, trying to puzzle out why my captor hadn’t gone through with the force-feeding, but they returned a moment later, the sound of more casters following them.
“Hold still,” they warned, and I knew better than to disobey. I had an idea what was coming, and I didn’t want them to spank my ass raw first.
With no vision and only muted hearing, I could only shiver in anticipation and wait, deprived of any senses that would let me know what was coming next.
A cold, slippery something pressed against my back door, with enough force to slip in quickly. It felt obtrusive, but it wasn’t anything close to the largest plug that had been used inside me these past few weeks.
“Can you breathe?” they asked, stepping back.
I inhaled through my nose in reflex. It smelled like dust and leather, but I could, and I nodded. Lying to my captor was a bad idea.
“Good.”
I received no warning before a stream of chalky baby formula filled my mouth, tasting like something had been mixed in with it, filling my mouth and threatening to choke me if I didn’t swallow it down.
At the same time, warm water flooded into my other end, as the enema nozzle pushed water up my body.
I twisted in discomfort, but the hose was placed securely inside me, and it was all I could do to gulp down the formula and squirm. My captor laughed mirthlessly, taking delight in watching my helpless discomfort as I was filled with fluids from both ends.
With no way of knowing how much she meant to feed me or the size of the enema being pumped inside my body, I had to brace myself for the worst, choking down the formula and trying not to think about what drugs were being fed to me. I could feel my bowels swelling as they were filled to the brim, painfully full with the water, as well as… the stuff that had already been in there.
Only when I was certain I was about to burst from being so full did the floods both stop, in almost exactly the same moment. A second later, the feeding hose was unclipped from the hood, and the brace holding my mouth open was taken away.
“How are you feeling, baby? A little less thirsty?” my captor crooned, taunting me.
I knew better than to respond with any sort of venom. If I chewed them out, yelled insults or swear words, they would have no problem making my tortures infinitely worse. Helplessly, I gave in to what they wanted. “Yes.”
Standing at the end of the table, they pushed my legs open. “I’m going to take out the nozzle. If you have an accident before I give you permission, I’ll fill you up again with twice as much.”
The threat was genuine. I clamped down, struggling to keep everything inside me as the lubed-up nozzle was removed. I expected to have a diaper wrapped around me a moment later, but instead, the nozzle was replaced by another object, something longer and much, much wider, pressed hard enough to slide inside me and then stay there.
Even as full as I was already, the plug managed to feel massive inside me, making the cramps in my belly grow worse. Only then, with the plug firmly lodged inside my body, did I smell a puff of baby powder and hear an all-too-familiar crinkle.
Knowing the orders that were about to follow, I lifted up, using the tiny bit of leverage I had to raise my body so that they could slide the diaper under my waist without having to be told. There was a surprised pause before my captor slid the protection in place.
“You knew what was coming next,” they commented, applying enough sweetly-scented baby powder that it made me cough. “Is my baby secretly enjoying herself? Am I stirring up fantasies you’ve kept hidden from everyone, of being a pathetic little diaper slut?”
I shook my head. I could have lied, but acting as though I had wanted this all along had only made things worse when I’d tried it before.
“I don’t believe you,” they taunted. “How else would you be so good at getting your diaper changed? You must have been desperate for someone to make you into the little diapered plaything you so clearly are meant to be.”
There was no use trying to explain that I’d done this a couple dozen times already, even if it was possible that they would believe me, so I kept my mouth shut.
They didn’t linger on the topic. “It doesn’t matter, but I suppose since you’re being such an obedient baby, I just might have to reward you.”
I knew that was a lie, or that the ‘reward’ would be something I would hate, but I didn’t say as much as the comically thick diaper was folded over my body and taped snugly in place.
Only then did my captor walk to the head of the bed, release two straps, and pull the hood away from my face.
I looked at them, looming over me, loose clothes and a disturbing baby mask covering their body and face. I’d seen this costume far too many times, but it still made me shiver in fear as I looked into the mask’s lifeless eyes.
“Now, baby, let’s see if you really are a good girl,” they whispered. Even without the hood, their voice still sounded strange. I wasn’t sure if they were just good at voice acting, or if the mask had something installed to warp their voice like Batman in the movies, but the result was the same. “If you want something, you’re going to have to ask me nicely for it.”
We’d done this before. My captor was about to produce a vibrator, or another toy, and tease me until I begged for climax. It was humiliating, but now that I knew the rules, it was simpler to just obey and ask immediately. The day would reset, and-
“I’ve filled your enema with a few little surprises,” they said. “It’s going to start getting uncomfortable, very quickly, but with that plug you’ll never be able to release it. If you want to use your diaper, you’ll have to ask for it.”
As if on cue, another cramp racked my body. I drew in a sharp breath, grunting in discomfort as the enema reminded me of its presence.
“Go ahead, baby,” they taunted, moving to my side and placing a hand over my midsection. “Ask. Beg. Tell me you want to fill up your diapers like a little baby.”
Color rose in my cheeks, and my instincts told me to fight it. I could hold it off, ride out the cramps, and I wouldn’t have to-
I groaned in pain as another surge of discomfort rose up from inside me. Loathing myself, I whispered, “P-please.”
They leaned in, ever so slightly, applying a bit of weight down on my belly. I squirmed as the pressure redoubled, squeezing against the plug that stayed firmly in place. “Please, what? Be specific, baby.”
“I… I want to use my diaper,” I whimpered, face flush with humiliation. “Please let me use my diaper.”
“Hmm,” my captor mused, applying more weight onto me, heightening the pressure to torturous levels. I wriggled as the cramps hit me again. Facing me from behind the mask, they said, “That’s not good enough, baby. Ask me properly.”
Tears were starting to well up in my eyes, but there was no relief unless I gave into their demands and admitted what I wanted. Laying on a toddlerish lisp to try and put myself in their good graces, I looked their baby mask in the face.
“Pwease,” I whimpered, crossing my fingers that they would be generous if I went above and beyond, trying to think of the words that they wanted to hear. “Pwease wet me fiww up my diapers. I want dem to b-be squishy, and smewwy, and… I wanna be a diaper baby!”
There was a second of pause as the mask stared back at me, expressionless. Then, my captor laughed, their voice full of mirth and mockery. “Good baby! You really do know what it takes to make me happy, don’t you?”
Still standing by my side, my captor reached their hand down through the front of my diaper, one finger hooking the handle of the plug and pulling sharply. There was a moment of pressure as the plug resisted being removed. Then, in an instant, it was free and they’d pulled their hand away, leaving the plug in the seat of my diaper rather than try to fish it out.
Even had I wanted to, there was no holding it in any longer. The enema rushed out, flooding my diaper with warmth. The padding, as absorbant and thick as it was, could barely hold it all in and was sagging within a second, the moisture being wicked up to soak the front of the diaper, squelching between my legs and up against my sex.
My captor wasted no time. Even as I was still filling up my diaper, the water giving way to foul-smelling mush, they pressed the end of a wand to the front of my diaper and kicked it up to full.
Sensations of discomfort and humiliation were pushed aside as my sex-starved body registered the sensation. Grunts and whimpers were interrupted by an involuntary moan, pleasure making my body tense and relax all over.
They laughed again, pressing the wand harder into my swollen padding, and as the smell of my mess hit me I moaned again, back arching in pleasure as they took advantage of my helpless humiliation.
“Tell me you like it,” They instructed, as my full, heavy diaper rumbled against me. “Tell me-”
“I like it!” I cried out, moaning loudly. “I love… i...” My words were cut off by another moan as they adjusted the wand, so that it was closer than ever to my most sensitive parts. Heat and pleasure were building, growing up to a precipice of pleasure and-
I sat up in bed, the pleasure vanishing to be replaced by frustration so intense that it made me miss being tied to that bed.
I was still wet between my legs, but as I looked down, I saw that it wasn’t because of anything fun. For the first time in any of the repeat days, I’d wet the bed.
…
Cindi stood in line at the cafeteria, minding her own business, planning out the rest of her day. She was tired from the day before, having had to do a whole lot of setup and preparation without being seen, but now excitement was overcoming her fatigue.
Someone cut into line behind her and she spun, surprised to see her roommate, Jasmine. Just the person that Cindi wanted to see, though she hadn’t been expecting to run into her this early in the day. She didn’t have any of her supplies on hand, and they were too public. She would just have to play this off for now.
“Uh… hi, Jasmine. It is Jasmine, right?” Cindi said, uncertainly, trying to act as though she hadn’t recognized her roommate immediately.
“Call me Jazz,” Jazz replied, sticking out her hand to shake. “We’re roommates, but you haven’t had the chance to meet me yet. You got onto campus a day late, because your truck got a flat coming here. I’m being stalked, and I need your help.”
Cindi felt cold and afraid, thinking she’d been found out. How did she know about that?
Looking at the exit, half expecting the cops to come bursting through the door to come to Jazz’s aid, she tried to play dumb and innocent. “Yeah… look, now’s not a good time.”
Jazz kept her hand extended, implacable, practically forcing Cindi to take it. “Just hear me out, it’ll take five minutes. I need your help, so that neither of us get grabbed this time. Can I buy you lunch?”
What the hell is she talking about? Cindi thought, frowning. As she thought about it, though, she realized it didn’t matter. She doesn’t know anything. If I go along with this, it might end up working better than I’d even planned.
If Cindi had her way, she’d have her roommate moaning in diapers before the end of the day.
