Down. By: Long_Rifle
Well. Let’s see if I can get something short done… Shit, this blockage is killing me. A hundred stories I want to write, but I can’t. It’s like not taking a dump for two weeks, feeling that huge train wanting to let go, WANTING it to fucking start moving. But just not being able to pull yourself to the toilet and dropping it. Fuck, that was a horrible metaphor. This is a small turd. Something I squeezed out. It’s just a small piece of offal that will hopefully help break the main load loose. It’s dedicated to a certain young lady that told me “I’m a girl that wears diapers, who enjoys being reduced to a toddling little thing, and my idea of a romantic night with my significant other is cuddling up in her lap, suckling from her tits while I drop a fresh load of shit into the diaper.” Now who can argue with that? Your mileage may vary. (Update: fuck…. It went from 8k words to way to many, you lucky fucks)
It was just a picture. But Lyn couldn’t get her eyes off it. She flipped it over several times, looking at the back for some kind of info, and then flipped it over and stared at the image on the front. Over and over, hoping or expecting that somehow what she had seen dozens of times already wasn’t real. That the image would change to something normal, something she could remember. But it didn’t.
A ringing phone in the office next to her finally brought her back to reality. She hid the print on her chest and looked around her cubicle, wondering if anyone had seen. “But there’s no way they would have stayed quiet about seeing this…” She whispered. She was almost shaking. She could feel her pulse pounding in her body, actually hear it thrumming in her ears.
The flat four by six had been carefully placed in her top drawer, partially hidden by her red stapler. When she had moved it, she immediately noticed what it was hiding and went white with shock. “How… Who…. When…. What the hell?” Went through her mind at the exact same time. She softly whispered in shock, “It can’t be real.”, while slowly sliding it out and inspecting it. The picture looked real. It looked like it was recent as well. “But it has to be shopped. This can’t be real…” She reasoned.
But after staring at it for what felt like hours she knew what she was looking at, and was sure it wasn’t fake. It was her. Laying in a woman’s lap. Doing what she had always dreamed of. “I don’t remember this. It’s just not possible.” She whispered as she looked at it again. The look in her eyes in the photo was one of love and peace. The breast in her face full and flushed. The exposed nipple not in her mouth was engorged and had a single drop of something creamy and white running along it.
“A diaper… A real diaper….” She thought silently. In the picture she was in a diaper. An obviously used one. And her relaxed body posture made it look like she really needed it. The face of the person feeding her was not in the shot. And the floor beneath was to dark to see what it was. But no matter where it was, or who exactly was feeding her she could easily see that the photo version of her seemed to be living her greatest dream. “And I can’t remember a dam thing about it!” She almost felt like crying, at the same time she felt intense anger and shame that someone would try to expose her like this. She stood up from her chair and stared across the sea of cubicles. Hoping to see a lone face above the walls. Maybe have an immediate suspect. Someone to choke in the bathroom.
There was no one. Everyone was in their own world. Working, or at least competently faking it. She sat back down and dropped the photo back into the drawer. She blushed as she thought about what it must have felt like. She bit down on her bottom lip as the drawer slid closed with a soft thump. Lyn cleared her throat and then tried to get back to work. But every few minutes her eyes glanced back to the drawer, and the questions unanswered became more immediate and pressing.
She shook her head nervously, while trying to stare at her monitor. “Who did it? Do they know who I am?” Then the stupidity of the question hit her. “Of course they know me, they put the photo in my drawer!” She glanced behind her, wondering if maybe there was a camera watching. Then the next answer hit. “That means they were here! Holy shit, they could be here right now!” She prairie dogged again, and was again left at a loss when no suspects were obviously staring towards her. She sat back down feeling foolish, she had already checked. Already knew that the person must be in the office.
Twenty minutes later a nervous Lyn was speed walking to her car in the parking garage under her building. She had not been able to stop thinking and worrying about the picture, and what it meant. Lyn had stuffed it into her small purse, told her supervisor she felt sick, and walked out. The new LED lights cast a cool blue glow and the natural sun light coming through the side of the parking area warmed it. Lyn was reminded why she was so happy she worked the day shift. “There’s no way I could walk through here after dark now!” She kept her keys in her hand, several daggers of brass sticking out like teeth in case she was attacked. But she was almost to her car, and nothing had happened yet.
Lyn clicked her doors open and swung the drivers door wide before she slipped behind the wheel and quickly locked them behind her. The engine sputtered on and she grinned happily as it went into drive and moved. “Try shit now!” She said. “Let’s see if you can stop a two thousand pound car at fifty miles an hour!” The thought of being safe relaxed her, she had planned at first to drive straight home. But with her good spirits she changed course to the gym. She felt like working out her aggression. At a red light she clicked on her radio and waited for her CD to fire up.
Lullabies poured out from her speakers. Silly songs and verses meant more for bright tones then actual intelligent thought. Lyn’s fear returned with a vengeance, shock caused her to take her foot off the brake, before she caught herself and stomped back down on it. She started pushing buttons on her radio frantically. Hoping to hit the one that would pop the CD free, or at least stop it. But in her hysteria she couldn’t remember where they were, or what she should do. A honking horn behind her caused her to look up and see that the light had changed and she was free to drive. She hit the gas hard. When she saw a clear spot Lyn went for it, she turned across five lanes of traffic and headed straight home. Three songs later she had managed to turn the volume down to nil, and then in the relative quiet she relaxed enough to get the CD ejected and toss it still spinning out of the passenger window.
She barely managed to get home without crashing her car. She pulled into her drive with a squeak of tires as she slid to a stop and popped out. “Get inside, call mom. She’ll know what to do…” Was all she could think as she sprinted to her door, unlocked it, and ran inside. She used her entire body to push against it as she closed it behind her. Then twisted the locks closed and breathed a sigh of relief. “My house…. I’m safe from that asshole.” She took two steps from the door and dropped her purse on an end table. Her eyes drifted past her couch. First passing over the odd white thing laying on it. Then popping right back.
Her mouth dropped open, she could do nothing but stare at it. Finally she managed a low stutter, “A… A…. D… D… Diaper!” She kept her eyes on it as if she expected it to jump up and fly at her. When it didn’t move she stepped towards it and touched it. The plastic cover crinkled under her fingers. She pulled back, repulsed by the thing in front of her. It wasn’t just a diaper, it was a big one. “Big enough for me…” She said. A recent memory caused her to lunge for her purse and pull the photo out. “The same… It’s the same kind!” The picture drifted to the floor as another jolt of fear and shock hit her. “I should call the cops!” She thought. Lyn started to pull out her phone, but her curiosity kept her eyes on the diaper.
The diaper was obviously used, she could see that. She had her phone out now, and was punching in 911. “Why did they leave it?” She wondered. It had been laid out carefully, the tapes still attached to the front. As if it had been slid carefully down and off, then set down on its back side. Almost like a pair of panties laying out, ready to be slipped on. “What do I tell them?” She thought. “I don’t remember wearing a diaper and sucking from a woman’s tits? I don’t remember a used giant diaper in my house?” Her thumb stopped just before hitting send. Shame and embarrassment at what she would have to say to strangers started to override her good sense.
Then the answer hit her. “I’ve never worn a diaper before.” Lyn said. The power in her voice returning. “It’s not mine.” The reality and logic of her thinking pushed the fear she was feeling back and away. She stepped towards it and picked it up gingerly. It felt heavier then it should. The scent of its wet padding obvious now. Still she felt emboldened. "It’s not mine. This is all bull shit. I’ll check it, and since it’s not mine I don’t have the tell the cops about the picture. It will just be a trespasser, and a sick joke.
Standing alone, in her home. Holding something impossible, yet alluring to her anyway, she smiled. “It’s not mine, it won’t fit!” She had made her decision, that would be her proof. Her pants and shirt seemed to fly off as she stripped naked. “It won’t fit and that will be the end of this shit!” She said aloud to herself. She was down to her socks when another question stopped her cold. “But who knows? I’ve never told anyone. And how did it get inside my fucking house?” She set it down, as she started looking around her to see if anything else was missing or left behind. Lyn then grabbed a large umbrella next to her couch and did a quick check of every room. She had been scared at first, but every empty room emboldened her further. Till she had checked everywhere, and she was sure she was safe and alone. The thought of secret cameras was forgotten, and the idea of being behind locked doors started to comfort her again. “Probably tossed it in a window. Or I left a door unlocked and they got in and then left.” Her logic seemed flawless.
Lyn started back towards the couch and the diaper. Wondering again about who could know, and who brought it into her house. Not even her mother knew about her fetish. She had dreamed of wearing diapers for so much of her life, she blamed it on having a younger sibling. And wanting the attention her parents gave her. And then she had grown up, and her body had changed. Her odd urges adding a veneer of perversion to her sexual impulses. She couldn’t count the number of fantasies she had thought of as she rubbed and humped her frustrations away.
Naked now, she looked down at the off white plastic thing again. It seemed to mock her. “I’ll prove this isn’t mine.” She said again. Lyn grabbed it and carefully stepped into it. The cold plastic shell warmed rapidly as it touched her skin. She slid it up her legs slowly, it caught at her knees for a bit, and for just a split second she thought she had her proof, but a slight wiggle and it came free and slid farther up to her thighs.
She felt a tingle run up her back, and settle into the hairs of her neck as they stood on end. The crinkle of the plastic seemed to get louder as the elastic leg bands bit into her legs. “See. To tight, I knew it wasn’t mine.” She took a few halting steps towards a mirror and looked at herself. The diaper seemed lodged just below her inner thighs. Lyn wiggled again, and laughed. Electric tingles were coming from somewhere else now, she let out a soft moan. She slid a hand down and touched herself. Surprised at how wet she was.
“To bad. I always wondered what it would really feel like.” She purred. Not caring if she ripped it now she used her free hand to hook the right side of the diaper through the leg hole and pulled it up. She had expected it to dig into her thigh, giving her some needed stimulation. Instead it moved up a few inches and popped easily into place between her leg and crotch. The colour drained from her face as she took in what had happened. In near horror she she did the same thing to the other side as she watched in the mirror.
Lyn stared at the reflection now, there was no mistaking it. The diaper fit perfectly. She even felt the cool wet padding brushing against her hot lips, as it warmed slowly. She pulled her hand out of the diaper as she stared. “Impossible.” She said. But it was obvious from what she was looking at that she was wrong.
“I’m wearing a diaper!” She almost screamed. As the words left her mouth the mirror in front of her seemed to mist over, in a flash it was clear again. But the image it reflected was no longer reality. Lyn could see the room behind her now looked like a giants version of her own home. The furniture was huge, it made her feel like a small child. Then she caught her own reflection. The diaper hadn’t changed, but her body had. Her womanly curves remained, but her hair was cut much shorter, and it seemed wild and unkept. Her face stained, dirt was under her now chewed nails. She took her eyes from her reflection and looked at her hands in shock.
Her immaculate nails were indeed short and chewed. Filth was caked under them. She reached up with shaking hands and felt her hair. It was short. Much to short now. She looked back to the mirror and saw her regular, clean, and more importantly not diapered self looking at her with a shocked look on her face. The room behind her immaculate and regular sized. Lyn screamed. She took a step back and hooked her own foot, sending her crashing to the floor. She scrambled away from the mirror in shock. Getting to her feet and rushing towards the suddenly giant sized front door.
Lyn could barely touch the knob, even standing on her toes. She gave it a wiggle, whatever had happened to her and her house, it was still locked. “Shit, shit, shit…” She turned around and stared across at an oddly giant sized world. The air was even different here, there was a smell to it, almost an electric ozone vibe. “The back door!” She yelped. She shielded her eyes as she walked past the mirror towards the only other exit. As she passed she put on real speed and ran. She was moving past her room when the smell really thickened to the point that she actually stopped, wondering what had changed inside. What was causing it.
She caught herself on the doorframe and looked carefully, though the changes were immediately obvious. “No way….” Her room was gone. In its place was something out of her darkest fantasies. She almost didn’t want to step inside. But the tingle from between her legs drove her on. “This might be some kind of acid trip, but dam!” She thought as she tip toed inside. The pinkish carpet looked worn in spots. Plastic toys were tossed in corners. She picked up a brightly coloured plastic cog. It had chew marks on it. Blushing, she put it up to her mouth and gently set her teeth in the dents. “They line up…” She thought. There was a large mirror, stretching from the floor to the ceiling dozens of feet up. Lyn walked towards it, wondering what it would show.
She cautiously stepped into view. “It’s just me….” She said. There was no distortion. It showed exactly what she looked like now, short hair, diaper, and the giant room behind her. “So what the hell is going on?” She wondered. “Am I crazy, drugged, or is this a really fucked up dream?” She ran her fingers through her much shorter hair. “It’s so stringy.” She looked closer. “And the ends are all fucked up like I’ve been chewing on it!” She brought the teether up to her face and again put it in her mouth, she could see her teeth and the marks easily lining up just like before; it was impossible. She knew it couldn’t be real. She had never been here before. Lyn let out a short nervous giggle as she took in the rest of her reflection. From her stained chest, to the drooping diaper between her legs. Her hand started to creep behind the taught top band again and into the moist padded interior. “I look so cute!” She giggled. As the adrenaline wore off she started to feel more relaxed and aroused. “It’s just a dream or something. It can’t be real.” She thought. The release from reality gave her the chance to really enjoy her surroundings.
Lyn’s finger was already teasing her mound when she started to toddle towards the changing table, and the stack of diapers under it. She stopped by an obscenely large diaper pail and cracked the lid. “Woah! That’s where that smell is coming from!” She threw the lid open and almost gagged. But it was the contents that she wanted a look at. She grabbed a balled up plastic wad and held it in her hands. “Like a real diaper change!” She said. “If only there was a giant mommy to change me here, this dream would be perfect…” She dropped the thing back inside the pail. But left it open. The idea that it was her stinky diapers making the infantile smell was really driving her on. She saw several tubes and containers of ointments next to the clean diapers. One of them looked well used. She popped it open, fumbling with its size with just one hand, then finally using both to squeeze some onto the shelf. The smell was pleasantly sweet, and remained her of lavender and lilies. Lyn’s body blushed as she had a naughty thought, she slid her hand from the diaper and hooked her fingers through the dab of cream.
“This should just about do it.” She said softly as she snaked her hand back inside and started working the cream in. “Oh…. Oh… That’s…. Oh…… Perfect…” She moaned as she leaned against the table and enjoyed the feelings and the scent of lily mixing with stale urine. Her knees buckled, she almost fell to the floor. She barely caught herself, managing to knock a few diapers to the floor, before she grinned and pounced forward. Literally jumping up into the crib.
The mattress was covered in a waterproof pad. It crinkled and popped as she lay back on it and spread her legs. Her speech degraded to soft moans and gurgles as she worked her slit harder and faster. She let her eyes wander and imagined herself stuck there forever. A sick twisted freak of a baby in a land of giants and perversion. She took in the diaper pail as she felt a final rise from her body. “I wish it was real. I wish I was just… A…. Big…… Bay…. Bee!” She came with a shudder and grunt that rocked the frame of the giant crib. The crinkle of her diaper caused several after shocks of pleasure. It seemed like hours passed, as she lay back and sucked her free thumb enjoying herself. Her other hand was still between her legs, in her diaper. Lyn felt better then she ever remembered, she smiled and cooed softly in the quiet of her room.
Several minutes or hours later she stared down her chest, between her twin sweaty lumps. “That was so worth it. Even if I have a mess to clean when I wake up from this dream!” She sat up and pulled her hand free. Wiping it on the sheets with a giggle. Her feet swung easily over the side, and with a final nudge she slid over, landing softly on her feet. The diaper flopped between her legs, the padding was starting to ball up. “Is 'tinky!” She cooed as the smell from the wet padding hit her. She laughed at herself. “It smells like lavender, piss, baby powder, and sex!” If she hadn’t just came, she would have started frigging herself right then. “Fuck, it. It stays on till I wake up….”
She slowly toddled out from the room, back on her mission towards the back door. But not to escape, only to find something to eat. Lyn was having to much fun. She was going to stay awhile. The fridge was huge. Scaled up to match the giant house. She grabbed the edge of the door and pulled. But the suction, and the magnetic tape held it tight. She tried again several times. But it wouldn’t budge. “Fuck.” She said. She looked up at where the sink was, and then at her kitchen chairs. “Water it is…”
Her chairs rolled. She had never been so happy about that before. She had one in front of the sink quickly. Then struggled to get up on the chair. In the end the French leather was clingy enough with her sweaty skin to allow her to get up, stand, and drink freely from the faucet. Lyn actually got down inside the sink, squatting next to the faucet above it and drank. When she got the cold water turned off she had the idea of taking a bath in the sink, like a real baby. “But I would really want a mommy to do that with me.” She said, as familiar urges rose within her. She stuck her thumb back in her mouth and sucked it as she wet herself again.
The already wet diaper swelled, the liquid pooled against her flesh, then a tiny river of pee ran down her right leg as her diaper finally leaked. “Oppsies.” She said. Then, still dripping she slowly got down, back onto the floor. “Let’s see what’s on the tube in dreamland. I bet it’s gonna be jacked!” She thought. Her gate was even worse then a toddle now. The diaper had swelled to near bursting. She could feel the padding inside squish and move as she walked. Liquid still leaked from it, dripping freely to the floor, or running down her legs.
In a moment of inspiration she flopped down onto the floor on all fours and crawled. With her huge diaper it was much easier then walking like a big girl. She made it down the hallway and was passing the mirror, she could tell there was something off about it again and decided to look even if it meant her dream might end.
Just her head was in view. She stared at its reflection. “I look normal now.” She said in confusion. She moved more of her body into the reflection and saw everything in it, including her and the obviously wet diaper was back to normal. She wondered if she looked behind her she would be back in her house, and everything would be normal again. She sat back on her haunches and slowly turned her head.
Everything was back to normal. It made her head spin when she saw it. She popped up off her butt, and almost lost her balance. “It’s still soaked!” She said. Before pulling the top away and getting a familiar whiff of baby powder, and sex. “And that’s the same too!” She reached up with her hands and felt her long clean hair was back and then looked at her nails. “Cleaned and manicured!” She said happily.
Lyn kept her back to the mirror. And looked at everything. Her purse was back. Her keys, she took a step to the door and tried the lock. It opened with ease. She laughed and hugged herself. Before finally wiggling and carefully pulling the giant soaked diaper free. It slid down her legs with a wet plop. Leaving a small, wet, smelly stain on her floor. She gingerly picked it up and carried it to her bathroom. She double bagged it and dumped it next to the small already filled garbage can.
“A shower… I need a hot shower!” Lyn had never ran her hot water out before. In The end it took her forty five minutes. She sighed as the water grew lukewarm as she finally took more then her water tank could heat. She stepped out dripping, feeling like a new woman. The hot steam had cleared her sinuses and now she could really smell the bagged diaper. She still felt an urge to put it on, but it’s stench was finally bad enough to disgust her more. “Fuck. That thing has to go!”
She hooked it with a finger and walked it towards the front door, this time as she passed she could tell out of the corner of her eyes that the reflection in the mirror was normal. She stopped and looked at herself. Nothing was different. It was her regular adult, non babified self. “Holding my wet, stinky, cummy diaper.” She thought as she blushed.
Lyn tossed the bagged diaper towards the door. It fell with a crinkly thump to the floor next to the wall. “Get dressed. Get that out of here… Go find a store and buy a little something for dinner….” She decided. All thoughts of finding out where the picture and diaper had come from were gone.
She tried to act natural as she walked outside later, dressed very casually. The bagged diaper seemed to weight twenty pounds as she opened the lid to her garbage can and tossed it inside. She turned to go to her car and jumped when she saw one of her friends standing literally inches behind her. “Fuck, don’t scare me like that Bridget!”
Bridget laughed. “What’s gotten into you? You’re never this jumpy.” She took in the wet hair, and the pinkish complexion of Lyn’s skin. She almost seemed to be glowing. Bridget put her hands to her shocked face. “You just fucked didn’t you?” Her answer was Lyn’s face growing an even brighter shade of red. “About fucking time! I thought that twat of yours had dried up and fallen off by now. Who was it? Who’s the lucky person?”
Lyn put her face down. “It’s not like that… It, it was just me…” She took a few steps from the can and walked back to her house. The trip to the store forgotten now. She just wanted to be alone. Away from nosey friends and stinky diapers.
“Oh… Well it must have been some toy, you look happily spent! Can I borrow it?” It was said as a joke.
Lyn shook her head. “You really wouldn’t understand Bridget.” She was finally at her door. She opened it enough to slip through, and spun on her heels to stop her friend from following her inside. “Look, it’s just not the time okay. I need to figure some shit out. I’ll call you later okay?”
Bridget nodded, there was an odd earthy smell coming from inside. “Sure… Sure… Just give me a call later.” She gave her a wave and stepped away. The door closed before she had even gotten off the porch. “Wow… Get laid and all of a sudden you don’t want to talk.” She looked towards the garbage can. And the oddly shaped bundle that she had seen Lyn drop inside. She pursed her lips. “And what are you really up to girly?”
Lyn breathed a sigh of relief. “Almost caught.” She stepped to the mirror, it was still normal. She pointed at her reflection. “That’s why I don’t do that kind of shit!” She almost laughed at herself. She sighed as she whipped out her phone and checked her local Chinese resteraunt’s menu. She was almost ready to order when there was a knock at her door. She ignored it. But the person knocked again. Then the voice of her friend came through.
“Lyn, open the door. We’ve got to talk.” Her tone was serious.
“Busy and tired at the same time. I’ll call you later.” She replied dryly.
“Lyn. Open this door or I swear I’ll hang this diaper on your mailbox. After taking pictures of it and posting them on line. Open the fucking door!”
The phone dropped from her hand as her world collapsed. Lyn could barely breath as the words sank in. After so long of repressing and hiding her urges, just one time and she was caught. She walked to the door and opened it to find Bridget standing there, the now open bag in her hand. The pungent smell obvious. She stepped aside to let her in. “I can explain…” She offered weakly.
Bridget rolled her eyes and waited until the door was closed behind her. She tossed the bag at Lyn, who caught it and held it in her numb hands. “Okay. I want to know what the fuck is going on. And don’t lie. I don’t know where you got that, but if you used it to that point you’ve got serious problems.”
“It’s not my fault!” Lyn protested. “Someone else started it, and I just kinda got into it.”
Bridget shook her head. “I just caught you throwing out a pissy diaper that smells like a bitch in heat had it on. I need a little more then that.” Lyn nodded and started to tell her everything. At least everything that she could remember. Retrieving the picture, and showing her that as well. When she was done Bridget looked into the mirror herself. “This mirror?” She saw nothing different in it. But she had expected that. Though Lyn had sounded completely sincere as she explained an obvious delusion. "I think you’ve been stressed out. I think you need to relax. I think we need to get you some help, or maybe some medical supervision. " She said. Though in her mind she thought, “You need to be tossed in a rubber room and medicated for a fucking month!”
Lyn could see it in her eyes. She felt like crying. “But the picture! The diaper! It proves at least the stalker part is real!”
Bridget looked away. “Yeah… It could be I guess. Maybe you should go to the police, and file a report?” She wondered how she would take that. “Let them know they might have a serial diaperer on their hands.”
“Do you think they’ll take it seriously?” Lyn asked. She sounded like a young child asking if the tooth fairy was real.
“Lyn, as long as you leave out the freaky mirror sex thing, you have a shot. Just stay here… Let me check out what the rest of the house looks like. Try not to touch anything else.” Bridget sounded tired and annoyed.
Lyn was slightly offended by that. “What do you mean? You think there’s more in there! I told you it all changed back afterwards. Or… Or at least it never changed if it was all a delusion, I guess.”
But Bridget walked away shaking her head. “I think you have some serious sexual repression. And I want to make sure you’re being safe in here. Plus we might want to crack a window or two…” She said as she took in the smell in the hallway.
Lyn watched her walk away. She was left standing in front of the mirror. She looked in it again, and again there was nothing odd about it. “Do you think I’m repressed really?” She called out.
Bridget answered honestly, “I think you’ve been hiding this part of you. And I think you’re finding ways to let it out. I’m just glad you’re not making yourself sick over this. We can get you help. Actually we need to get you help. This kind of shit isn’t healthy, you could get a bad infection laying around in a diaper like that.”
A single tear fell from her eye. Lyn knew she was right. Nothing she had done earlier could be real. It had to be her mind. And that meant she needed real help. She picked the diaper out of the bag and held it in her hands, it felt slick where wet padding had touched the plastic. She looked up into the mirror again, and was not shocked to see her childish self back, dressed in bright pink pants and a dirty pale yellow ruffled shirt. The giant version of the room behind her seemed warm and comforting. “Do you think I’ll be okay?” Lyn asked. Almost not expecting an answer now that she was back in crazy land.
Bridget was still checking the kitchen. Everything looked clean and perfect. If Lyn was having a breakdown she caught it just in time. “You’ll be fine. I bet you won’t even miss that much work!”
Lyn didn’t take her eyes off her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself. Her perfect white teeth glistened in her mouth. “So I don’t look like a baby to you at all?”
Bridget laughed. She pulled a Coke from the fridge and popped it open. “Like a baby? You look perfectly fine!” She decided to try and explain why what she seeing had to be wrong. “None of that was real. You couldn’t have filled a pail with diapers. I mean that much time lived like a baby would probably fuck you up pretty bad.”
The smile on Lyn’s face faltered. “What do you mean? Babies are healthy.” Her nose felt blocked, she picked it with her finger. “They have to be to grow up you know. And they use diapers for like, years!” That sounded right to her.
The coke was ice cold. As soon as it popped open ice crystals had turned the top layer into mush. Bridget sipped it down and leaned against the sink. Enjoying the cool clean air from the window she had opened. “Babies are healthy. But an adult living like one wouldn’t be. Your body is different. You need different things. Hell, if you were so young you crawled that means formula or breast milk only, right?”
Lyn nodded to herself, remembering the picture. “Okay?”
“Well, if you don’t eat anything solid your whole digestion would change. You’d have near diarrhea like shits. You’d have to crap like eight times a day. Your teeth would get loose and sink into your gums.” That part was total bullshit, she had just made it up. But she wanted to scare her now. “You’d be a freak. Why would you do that to yourself?”
Lyn’s eyes bulged. She cracked open her mouth and grimaced when she saw her teeth. A slight itch had already started. She watched almost astonished as her teeth sort of started to wiggle. Then one after the other they started to lower farther into her gum line. Several at the same time seemed to be swallowed completely my her pink gums. Most stopped moving with just about half of the tooth still exposed. But some had really disappeared completely. A test with her tongue told her many of her molars were no longer exposed. “Wow…” Lyn thought. “These delusions are fucking crazy.” She smiled at herself, and giggled at the image her new teeth gave. She wondered if the teething cog she had played with before would still match. “Well I guess that’s not to bad though…” She said to herself.
But Bridget overheard her. “Yeah. Until your body reacted to the formula. It’s all regulated and filled with the right chemicals for little babies. Your entire body would be all fucked up. With no more signals to say otherwise your hips would just melt away, and your tits would probably end up a few sizes smaller right? I mean if you’re nursing why would your body think you needed tits and ass anyways? It would burn the extra fat as fuel to keep you warm.”
Her hands shot to her shirt and she squeezed at herself through the thin material. It was obvious from the reflection and what she could feel in her hands that it was true. She was really loosing a good chunk of her assets. “At least in baby land…” She whispered. At the same time her pants seemed to move and shift over her skin. She looked down at her reflected hips, or at least what was left of them. She grinned like a maniac. “What about body hair?” She asked her friend. Hoping for some good news.
She was almost done with her Coke. “Look Lyn. Just say bye bye to everything during and after puberty. I bet your slit would be bald and your pits and legs smooth as a babies ass. Do you really want that? To look like a little girl down there?” She tossed the can away. And started walking back towards Lyn and the mirror she was still standing in front of.
Lyn’s hand shot into her pants. She found her mound slick and smooth. It felt electric, no bumps, no ingrown hairs. Just perfect skin. Her hand tarried there as she watched herself in the mirror. “It’s so real…. I wish it was, I wish I could really be so tiny in a giant’s house.”
Bridget stared at her as she came down the hall. She almost screamed when she saw what she was doing. “Lyn! What the hell are you doing? Can’t you control yourself for ten dam minutes!” She felt embarrassed for her friend that was apparently masturbating right in front of her now. “You need help! You need to get to a doctor before you get worse!” She walked closer to Lyn, only to see her staring intently at her reflection and completely zoned out. Bridget looked at Lyn’s reflection herself, but everything was normal. “Look, I’m looking at it Lyn. It’s all normal to me. There’s nothing magic here. It’s just…. It’s just you need help. That’s all. We can get you treatment.”
Lyn looked her in the eyes via her reflection in the mirror. “It’s so cute over there. You don’t understand. It’s so much better. You just do what you want. That’s what she told me.” She seemed to be in a drug induced high.
“She? Who told you that?” Bridget hoped it was a clue, and maybe a breakthrough for her friend. “Who gave you the drugs Lyn?”
Lyn blew a kiss at her friend. “Mommie did silly.” She smiled at her, then attempted to wrap an arm around her. Bridget tried to squirm away before the diaper in her hand could slap against her. But it was to late. “Opps…. Sowwy.” Lyn said as the stinking plastic thing rubbed up against her friend.
But Bridget was no longer looking at her, or even paying her any attention. She was staring at the mirror and the scene it reflected. She had been sure there had been a flash or something bright that had overwhelmed the image. Then when it was gone, what was left behind was not normal. “Lyn!” She said, almost breathlessly. It wasn’t easy to talk. Shock overwhelmed her ability to cope as she took in Lyn’s changed reflection. She looked boyish now. Her hair ruffled and gangly. As was her almost curve-less body. The clothes she had on looked nothing like reality. Then in a moment of clarity Bridget shifted to her own reflection. Her mouth froze in a scream as she saw herself standing in a purple pair of short-alls, with a lite pink shirt under them. She looked away, back into the background, refusing to believe what was shown in the mirror but not able to turn completely away. Her eyes took in the reflection of a giant sized room and furniture. “Lyn… Lynn…. There’s something wrong. It’s… It can’t be real!”
Lyn could tell her friend was seeing the same thing as her. She suddenly felt more aware and alive then she had in her entire life. The idea that it wasn’t just her was comforting. The terror in Bridget’s eyes was easy to see, it made Lyn feel more mature, even if she was holding her own wet diaper. “It’s perfectly fine Bridget. It won’t hurt. And if you think that’s some crazy shit, turn around and really take a good look behind you.” She almost sounded like an older sister trying to make her younger sibling feel better.
Bridget took a breath and held it. Then slowly turned on her heels. For an instant she felt like fainting as she took in the impossible changes, now in front of her and not being reflected in glass. To adjust for that her body decided to keep standing and just scream instead. “AAHHHHHH! We got to get out of this!” She yelled as she ran for the door.
Lyn laughed. She had done that the last time. “Hey, I was worried too the last time. But I got out. I’m sure we can get out this time as well. So relax. Enjoy yourself.” The cute and bubbly Lyn was back in control.
Bridget was too busy trying to claw through the door. “We’re stuck in a fucking delusion Lyn! There could be gas, or radiation, or maybe that stalker is drugging us. We could be getting raped right now in the real world!” She started to hyperventilate. “We have to get out of here!”
Lynn sighed. She set the soaked diaper on the floor in front of the mirror and walked to the door and her spastic friend. “It’s okay. Whatever it is isn’t that bad. We just need to relax. The last time I was here I got out. Why don’t you just take a few minutes and settle down before you have some kind of accident and hurt yourself?”
Bridget turned and looked at her, “Are you insane! We need to get out of this shit. This isn’t normal. We could be dying on the outside!”
Lyn shook her head. “Whatever. I’m going to go get dressed. You can stay out here and waste your time. That door ain’t gonna open for us.”
“Dressed? You’re already fucking dressed. Get back here and help me break this door down!”
Lyn ignored her and walked back to her room. It was as she had left it. She hummed as she skipped to the changing table and pulled a diaper off the stack there. She had trouble at first as she tried to get her clothes off. But she soon figured out that she needed to undo the snaps going up the inside of her legs. Once the pants were off, the shirt came away easily, exposing her now reduced breasts. “Woah… Smawer…” She lisped, still not completely used to her new teeth. She was still staring at her tits when Bridget walked in, managing to look scared and pissed off at the same time. “Still here?” Lyn asked her.
Bridget stomped her foot. “It’s your fault dam it! I need your help out there, and you’re to busy playing stupid baby games.” She had been watching the naked girl’s backside since she stepped into the room. when Lyn didn’t respond she moved around to see what she was actually doing. “Is that another diaper Lyn! What the hell are you doing? This is serious shit, you need to realize that!”
Lynn didn’t stop. The diaper opened with loud crinkling. “Yes, it’s another diaper. And unless you want to be the big sister and put it on me then just shut up about it.” She said it with a mocking tone. But deep down she wanted her to do it. To wipe her down and diaper her.
Bridget watched Lyn first open the absurdly large disposable, then start to wipe herself down. “If you’re just going to piss yourself again, why waste the time cleaning? Didn’t you just shower anyway?” Lyn only ignored her and tossed the wipes into the can. Exposing Bridget to the smell inside it. “Holy balls! How fucking long were you trapped here?” She walked to it and saw it filled with used diapers. “You said you got right back out!”
Lyn had set the diaper out flat on the changing table, and was using the shelf as a step to get up on it. “It was a short time. That was already full. Like I was here before.” She sat down carefully on the puffy diaper. Then looked around the room again. She had a weird look on her face.
Bridget noticed. “What? What’s that look for? You need your mommy or something?” Then she remembered something that Lyn had said when she was zoned out in the mirror. “Lyn, when you were looking in the mirror before we got here you said a woman had talked to you. Had told you stuff. Do you remember that at all?”
Lyn cocked her head as she tried to remember, then shook it. "No. I don’t really remember that. I mean I had to have been here before because of the picture and the diaper, right? But something was still bothering the woman. She was in a strange place. She didn’t know if it was real, or some kind of hologram. But as she took everything in she felt comforted. Almost as if she was at home. But there was also a nervousness under it. A feeling of anxiety that something was going to happen. Or already did. “It’s like I have been here before, I can feel it.”
“Well, yeah… You were here before I got here earlier, or do you think you remember more now?” Bridget said, nervous about the sudden memory, and what it could mean.
Lyn shook her head. “No, I mean more then that. The first time I came here. I mean just before you caught me. When I came here wearing the already used diaper I walked in here and I saw that diaper pail and immediately thought they could be mine. Though at that time I thought that I’d never been here before. But the picture… The diaper…. The CD in the car. I think I had to have been here before then. And I was here much longer. And I just forgot.” She was busy rubbing the cream on her slit. There was new wetness forming. And the sight of a witness to her shame was making it worse.
Bridget could see her friend was taking a little to much time greasing up. She even caught Lyn staring at her chest and sucking her bottom lip as she rubbed it in. “Alright. You can stop that. Just put that thing on and let me out of here. You can play baby all you want. I need real sex.”
Lyn blushed at the reply. Then grabbed the powder. “You don’t understand. It’s so good. It’s better then anything. If I could, I’d stay so much longer. Especially if I had a real baby sitter, or a mommy.” She said. The last part was an obvious plea to her friend to at least hang out and take care of her for a while.
“Look at us!” Bridget said as her friend puffed the powder on. The sweet smell contrasted, then mixed with the used diaper stink. She pinched her shortalls and pulled it away from her under shirt. “We are dressed like we go to fucking preschool. This is not sexy. It’s not fun. It’s sick and crazy! Look what it did to you! You look like a little boy, what about your tits? And your teeth! You want to be giving gum jobs when this is all over? What if you get worse? We need to get the fuck out of here! Right now! And to do that I need your help at the door, please!”
Lyn shook her head. “I am going to enjoy this. You don’t have to. But I am. When I’m done we can go.” She finally started to pull the diaper over her hips. She noticed how slim they were, her little bubble butt was almost completely gone. She smiled and looked at Bridget. “Do you think you can diaper me just this once?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. If it gets us out of here faster.” She stepped closer and used the bottom shelf to get high enough the handle the diaper. She pulled the front tight and grabbed at the flap furthest from her. “Shit. This thing is huge.” She mumbled as she pulled it over, the Velcro tab ripped loudly as she pulled it free and positioned it on the front panel. “This is just sick. Who makes giant baby diapers? Who orders them?” The other flap was easier to handle. The tab opened and was pushed on. “There. Now wet this thing and we can go home!”
Lyn waited for Bridget to move away, then got down herself. “Wow… It’s way thicker then the other one.” She said standing with her knees bowed out. “I can barely walk.”
“Then crawl! What’s the plan baby? Wait here till you wet yourself?” She sounded disgusted. “Want me to spank you? Maybe let you hump my leg?”
Lyn’s ears burned red. But it was too close to what she really wanted for her to deny it. She wiggled her diapered tush. “I’m already wet. I’m thinking a bottle first and then a spanking mommy.” It didn’t feel right to call her friend mommy. But it felt normal. Like she had said it to another person here before. It actually excited her to think of it.
“What the hell do you mean you’re already wet! You already pissed!” Bridget stared hard at Lyn’s crotch. “It looks dry to me-” She looked up at the woman’s face and saw a look she was very familiar with. “Oh… Sick… Being in a diaper is making you horny?”
Lyn stepped forward, the thick padding pushing at her legs. “I told you. It’s amazing. You don’t have to worry about nothing. It’s just…. Perfect.”
Bridget threw her arms up and turned away. “I’m stuck in a giant nursery because you want to cum in a messy diaper.” She felt sick to her stomach. “Fuck it. I’m gonna take a piss, like a grown woman and leave without you.” She walked out into the hall and towards where the bathroom would be if it was still Lyn’s real house.
Lyn was left speechless. The smells surrounding her seemed to make her nether lips pulse and twitch. She tried humping her hands, but the dry padding was too thick. She squatted down and pushed. But she only managed a weak spritz before she was empty again. She finally flopped down onto her hands and knees and crawled to one of the piles of toys. When she did a pink and blue plastic orb caught her eye. “Oh… I remember what that does…” She grabbed it and wedged it under her diaper. Then lay down on her belly. The weight suddenly brought the toy to life. First it tried to roll away, but when that failed it started to pulse and vibrate. Lyn closed her eyes and relaxed. It wasn’t as good as before. But it would do till she could have a proper piss.
Bridget had found the bathroom. She had expected a change. But seeing a toilet almost to her waist was just to much. She stared at it, till a twinge from her bladder pulled her back. “Wow… Okay. I can do this. There should be a potty seat somewhere…” She remembered there was a towel rack behind the door, she moved it just enough to see the rack. And a large padded plastic ring hanging from it. It wasn’t light, but she was able to put it on the bowl. “And a step stool should be in here too.” She said out loud, finding it on the other side of the toilet.
Bridget dragged it forward and placed it as close as she could, she had hopped Lyn would see reason and join her. But when she didn’t show Bridget waited a few extra minutes, shrugged, and went on with her business. The clasps on her short-alls seemed tighter then normal. “What the fuck…” She said. With a grunt she managed to get them open, and the purple nightmare dropped to her feet leaving her in underwear and her shirt. She frowned at the butterfly patterns on her panties, pulled them down, then picked them up to look at them closer when they looked odd. Once in her hands it was obvious. They were thicker then normal panties. “Trainers… Fuck…” She tossed them at the door, managing to hook them on the the door knob. The extra weight was enough to cause the door to start slowly swinging closed with an annoying creak.
Bridget felt a sudden stab of fear that having the door close would be bad. “What if it sticks closed like the front door?!” She shouted to herself. She hopped off the toilet and lunged for it. “Got it!” She yelled as she snagged the knob with her hands. She still had to pee so she pushed the small rug from in front of the sink into the door frame, and let the door gently settle against it. It stopped with an inch of space before it could fully settle in the frame and latch closed. “Back to business.” She said as she turned around.
A female voice suddenly boomed from behind her, “And what business is that little lady?”
Bridget flew into the tub against the far wall, beside the toilet, not caring that she was pissing on herself at the same time. She caught sight of a giant woman standing in the door before she pulled her head down to hide.
There was a much gentler sounding laugh from the same area, but still fairly loud. “And who do we have here? One of Lynnies little friends playing big girl? It looks like you didn’t make it. Why don’t you come over here and let mommy fix you right up.”
Bridget didn’t move. She couldn’t. She stayed still and tried not to make a sound, the room filled with the dripping of her accident down the drain. “Not real… Not real…. Not real…” She moaned in her thoughts.
The giant sighed. “It’s okay if you’re embarrassed honey. But you need to clean up or you’re going to smell all day. Why don’t you go into the nursery and get some wipies? Then maybe I’ll put a diaper on you. It’s plain to see you aren’t quite ready for the potty. And that’s okay. You can take all the time you need, mommy will take good care of her babies.”
The idea of being diapered made Bridget forget her fear. Her anger returned with a vengeance. She sat up in the tub and finally noticed that the woman was trapped behind the glass of the mirror. When Bridget studied it she couldn’t even see anything reflected. It was as if it was a window into another world. “I am not a child! I do not need to be diapered! And I don’t have accidents, I had to pee and you scared me!” She stood up and stepped carefully out of the tub. “Now why don’t you tell me how to get out of this hell hole before I start breaking shit!”
The woman sneered at her. “You might think you’re a big girl where you’re from, but over here you’re just a little toe muncher. I can see that. I bet you’re even more immature then Lynnie aren’t you? I wonder if you’ll be able to walk or talk when this is all over, I might have to get you a nice little cot to lay in, do you think you’d like that?” She pushed her breasts together under her shirt, “Two at once… Twice as much fun!” She mocked.
Bridget flipped her off. “Whatever you sick bitch. How the hell did she get out of here the last time? Tell me! I’ll leave her here if you want her. She’s probably already more baby then adult anyways. You can let her suck your tits all day, I don’t care.”
The giant laughed. “She was mine when I let her go. I told her what would happen if she kept the mirror. I warned her. And then she used the key and here you two are.” Her features took on a softer tone as the lighting seemed to change. “Two babies of my own. I can’t wait to nurse you both. Did she tell you how much she enjoyed herself? Suckling at my breast, filling her little diapers? She was so cute. Then she asked to go back, and I agreed. I knew she couldn’t stay away. Even if the rift made her forget. She’d be back. Her little fetish guaranteed that. But you…. You’re a bonus! And you’re already pissing your pants! I bet you’ll regress before her!” She finished with a lilting high pitch to her voice, attractive to babies, annoying to adults.
Bridget walked up to the mirror and pointed her finger close to the glass. “I ain’t no baby! And I will not wear diapers! Go fuck yourself!”
“Awwwww…” Again with the high pitched lilt. “Is baby Bridget gonna cry? Maybe you need your diapees?” She laughed and stood up. “You don’t have much time. Every minute in this rift will change you. That’s what it’s for you know. To make little adjustments till you’re ready to have us changing your crinkly diapers for real. Can’t you feel it? The urge to just relax and go with the flow. Maybe slip on a little protection just to see what it’s like? You’re starting to look the part at least…” The mirror misted, becoming foggy, then her own reflection finally reappeared. When she saw herself Bridget pulled away in shock. Her shirt looked unchanged, still to cute, still lite pink. But her hair and face looked foreign to her. She got closer and looked at herself closer. Taking stock of the changes. The giant woman smiled, now more of a shadow then anything else. “You and Lyn aren’t going anywhere. I gave her the key. And if she’s really any farther along then you, I can assure you she isn’t going to feel like leaving. Why don’t you just wear your diaper and get it over with? You saw how happy she was.”
Bridget felt it. The tension in her body seemed to rise. An urge built within her. There was a tinkling sound that caused her to look down. “I’m going pee pee on da fwor.” She said dumbly. Then what she said hit her and she shook her head to clear it. She came to, seeming to swim up from haze into clarity. As if from a dream. “Awww… Fuck……” She said as she lifted a foot off the floor and out of a puddle. “No, I’m not going to go out like her, like some kind of infantile toy.”
“Still fighting it? Why don’t we try something else?” The woman said, her voice changed as if she was moving closer.
Bridget had another idea, she screamed and lunged at the door. She managed to hook an arm behind it and slam it open. She heard the glass crack and fall to the floor as she tore off down the hall. She almost gagged at the smell when she entered the nursery. The pail had been left open again, and Lyn was just laying on the carpet, moaning and thrusting her pelvis at the floor. “Get the fuck up, we got to get out of here now!” She screamed. But Lyn didn’t appear to notice her. Bridget moved closer but stopped when she heard a low buzzing. “Lyn? Get up! It’s a trap!” This time she punctuated her speech with a soft kick that rolled the woman onto her back. Bridget watched an oversized baby toy skitter away, still buzzing. Then looked back to see Lyn still humping at the air.
She got down and put her hand