Usual themes for my stuff - forced diapering, adult baby play, unfair endings likely.
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Shipped Away
by AusDpr
Part 1 - The Writer
Clara dragged herself into her bedroom, exhausted after a long day at work. Groaning with dramatic flair, she kicked her heels against the wall and collapsed face first onto her bed.
After a moment she sighed and rolled onto her back, realising that she couldn't just fall asleep there, not still dressed as she was. It was dark out, but at least it was Friday she realised, and the thought gave her new energy as she smiled and sat back up. Loosening her tight pencil skirt and blouse, she sloppily made her way over to her computer, and collapsed into the chair in front of her desk.
She stared at her blank monitor for a long moment, before realising that she already knew exactly what she wanted to do. Within moments she had opened several browser tabs for her favourite fetish sites, and took a deep breath in anticipation. She was home alone, and nobody would interrupt her, but it always gave her a chill to access content so blatantly perverted, and she glanced around her room to make sure that all her curtains were definitely closed, that her door hadn't magically swung open.
She noticed one site which was being advertised as having been updated, a particularly perverted goldmine which rarely updated. She bit her lower lip and realised that she was smiling, she already knew that she would love whatever their new stuff was. Reaching for the water bottle which she kept on her desk, she began taking long sips out of habit as the page loaded.
A splash screen appeared and welcomed her back, addressing her by her login name which she used around the community. She wondered when they had added that or when she even had logged into that site, but shrugged it off as a gallery of thumbnails appeared before her. Her heart beat faster as she wore a subtle grin, as pictures of women in dark fetishtic scenarios lined her screen.
There was one of a girl yelling furiously as she lay naked draped across the knee of a larger woman in nanny attire, who was spanking her mercilessly - currently mid swing. The girl's bottom was glowing red, and she looked equal parts furious and helpless. They always managed such perfectly crafted scenes, thought Clara with her small grin.
In the next picture the same girl sat on a floor, surrounded by toys, naked except for what anybody would instantly recognise as a giant oversized baby diaper. Yellow and Pink frilled underwear covered the bulge around her intimates, and she sat with her arms folded covering her breasts in what looked like a perfect child's pout.
Clara was a little jealous, but it was all fictional, and she knew that she'd never want her liberty actually taken away and forced to act like a baby full-time like that - but still, the fantasy gnawed at her.
In another, a woman was on all fours, crawling up carpeted stairs in a sagging diaper, seemingly in search of somebody who would change her. The next picture had two girls blushing as they lay on their backs with their knees pulled above their chests, matching pink and yellow dresses flipped up, while a larger woman worked at their changing table to remove their soiled underthings. Both sucked on pacifiers while blushing beet red, seemingly trying to look anywhere but at each other or the woman changing their diaper, while an almost full diaper pail next to the table showed that this definitely wasn't the first change which had been done there lately.
Clara shook her head in amazement, wishing that they would put out content more frequently - they were definitely some of the best around. The scenes look so real, the embarrassment so real.
Her moment was interrupted when a chat popup window emerged from the lower right of the screen. Clara felt some tiredness creep back in, and noted with annoyance that they'd added one of those invasive chat bars. It was from somebody called "Admin" she realised, which piqued her interest. All it said however was "Fancy seeing you here.", which was rather boring, and Clara was in no mood to be chatting to anybody just then.
"Yeah.." she replied, "I was just heading off.", while she looked for a way to go into an offline mode with the chat.
"Before you go -" came a quick reply, "Do you have any suggestions for our site? We're pretty big fans of your dark stories here, we've recently thought about incorporating some of your scenes."
Clara stopped, realising that this could be interesting, though was throwing off her rhythm. She did indeed write some fairly twisted fetish stories, and knew that she had a few fans, but was a little surprised by such an offer out of the blue.
"Oh?" she asked, dumbfounded.
"Indeed" replied 'Admin', "You've written some fantastic fetishtic stuff - you have a very dirty mind."
Clara stared, unsure how to take it, when 'Admin' continued.
"For example," said the mysterious stranger, "We liked your stories about older women being babysat by stern teens who take complete authority - we've wanted to bring in some teen sitters, 18 year olds in school uniforms for example, to babysit our older girls, ordering them over for a diaper inspection, etcetera. We think that it'd be pretty hot."
"That does sound pretty good..." Clara replied, before realising that she sounded like a bedazzled simpleton. "Maybe you could do a few things like overnight naps in really messy diapers? Stuff like that too."
"Oh yes, we've done some of that internally," came the reply, "Though none of it has made it to the web so far."
Clara was a little surprised, it sounded like amazing content, and she wondered why they would be making such scenes which they didn't publish.
Clara was getting drowsy, and while she enjoyed the idea of getting to direct a little of the content, she also wished that she could have this conversation some other time when she was more awake.
The user called Admin broke the silence again. "How about a scene where a nerdy author of fetish stories gets forced into diapers? A little retribution for all that she's done to her characters."
Clara thought about it, and it didn't appeal to her for some reason - it was a little close to home. "I'm not sure," she replied, "you mean somebody like me?"
"Oh yes, you could do it. We had you in mind."
She blushed. "I um don't model." Clara replied, a little taken aback by the sudden offer. "It's just a fun fantasy, but I could never have my face on the web or anything, nothing like that"
"Oh it wouldn't be a willing scenario" Admin responded, "It wouldn't really work if it was." "No, we'd come get you."
She stared at the words, then rolled her eyes - was he roleplaying with her?
"Oh yeah?" she asked, "and what would you do?"
"You'd be put into the training program, along with another regular batch of girls, forced to become a full time baby like any of of the others.
Clara had to admit that the roleplay was kind of intriguing, but she wished she knew whether the earlier part about filming parts from her stories was still true or just part of the game. She waited for a moment, before responding. "You'd have to find where I live first."
"Oh we'd have tracked you down months before our move, waiting for when we decided that we were bored of your stories, and wanted you for the larger permanent step of our plan."
Clara was unsure what she was supposed to say at this point, and just let Admin continue. She was getting so tired.
"We'd plant webcams in your room. Analyse you naked and prepare everything for your measurements." the pervert said, but the idea tickled Clara.
"We'd even lace your water bottle on your desk, with a sleeping drug which would kick in when your heart rate increased."
Clara froze - how the hell did they know about her water bottle on her desk? Did she mention that in one of her stories? She must have, she decided, but still, she was suddenly wondering and a little nervous...
"And then after your long training we'd sell you to one of our richer clients - you'd be a very lucrative slave to own after all. We'd probably aim to put you with a particularly abusive mother type, to who you'd have to beg to get your diaper changed. You'd like that, wouldn't you Clara?"
At the mention of her name, her stomach leaped into her chest, or so it felt. Looking frantically around her room, she wondered whether somebody was messing with her - Surely they must have taken her name from some site sign up or IP record or such. She lifted the corner of her curtain, and saw for a second time the ominous removal truck which was silently parked outside of her house, which she now remembered seeing when she arrived - the truck seemingly doing nothing.
Still unsure whether it was a dream, she turned frantically looking for her phone - she wanted it on hand all the same right now in her sudden panic. But as her anxiety increased, she found herself getting drowsy. So drowsy. She let out several slurred cusses as she fell to her knees, and then was on her all fours, before laying down face first on the floor - falling into a deep welcoming slumber.
Part 2 - The Journey
Clara woke from a dreamless sleep. She was vaguely aware that she was swaying, ever so gently, but couldn't make sense of much.
She began to recognise that she was in near-darkness, but was sitting. Only a dim light emanated from a glow worm which lay beside her - a plastic toy perhaps.
Her head cleared suddenly and she realised that she was in a box - a large wooden box - and that she was half-sitting, half-laying, in a backwards-leaning bouncer seat. Her last moments at home before passing out came rushing back in a panic, and terrified, she began to struggle. Two straps went over each of her shoulders and arrived at her crotch, where they joined a buckle, which pulled a third strap up taut between her legs - over her enormous diaper, she realised, almost fainting. Her hands went instantly to the buckle over her padded crotch, but she discovered that they were in mittens which rendered them useless, and she could make out a small padlock on the buckle over her crotch anyway.
She was largely helpless as she lay there on her back, thickly diapered and bouncing slightly in the springy chair, realising that it was all really happening to her. A flannel onesie ran from short sleeves to a one piece catch over her diaper, her bare thighs and legs naked until the thick booties at her feet. She moaned, realising that she was unable to speak, and that a ring gag held her mouth open by her teeth, which had her drooling slightly. A few wild calls for help came out as muffled shrilled nonsense, and she already knew that nobody could hear her anyway.
Still struggling in futility, and hating herself for being just that little bit aroused - as her diaper, easily 5 or 6 layers thick with some soaker pads to boot, was pulled tightly against her privates, the taut third strap between her legs taking most of her body weight and transferring into her crotch. Futile kicks against the air in front of her achieved nothing, and she lay back panting, still thoroughly strapped into her seat.
Above her, hoses at the edge of the box hissed with air, and she realised that she was in an otherwise sealed container. Her eyes continued to adjust, and she noticed that to her right sat several comically oversized baby bottles, seemingly filled with water, and to her left were strewn various childish toys - a spring centipede, an animal noises machine, a rattle, a tambourine, and a potty training book.
She drooled helplessly and made another attempt at calling for help before giving up, hating how stupid she sounded. From far away she could hear the distant muffled sound of heavy machinery and surf. She was at sea, she realised, as her world continued to sway in various directions ever so slightly.
She was stuck, with no chance of getting herself out of the spring chair. After a time she cried, before finally deciding that that wasn't helping either.
Hours later, squirming on her thickly padded rump, she turned to take one of the giant baby bottles which sat alongside her. With her padded mittens she couldn't remove the lid of the bottle, despite her best efforts. She couldn't even bring her thighs together to hold the thing, she discovered, as the humiliating padding between her legs was just too thick - like a sandbag waiting for her to embarrass herself into. She took the nipple to her mouth and clumsily suckled, despite the ring gag holding her teeth apart, crying again after she finished, knowing what a stupid oversized baby she must have looked like.
She had no sense of time in her box, and didn't know when days began and ended, or how long she slept. The rocking of the seemingly giant cargo ship kept her constantly teased by the taut strap below, and she still refused to think about the part of herself that enjoyed it. It was just too humiliating to admit, and she was otherwise genuinely scared.
What could have been days passed, and she had to wet herself eventually. Despite her long struggle to hold out, the rocking of the ship got to her - along with the distant sound of surf, and the thirsty sand bag between her legs, which all conspired to have her humiliate herself thoroughly.
She cried herself to exhaustion for a time, but then lost control with a trickle, and then a flood. The diapers were thick, and happily took the heavy wetting, and she found herself desperately hoping that her captors had at least oiled her well down there, or else she might be in for a hell of a rash if she stayed here for much longer. The thought struck her with the sudden realisation that they must have touched her quite thoroughly down there, which made her blush anew with humiliation.
Still time went on, and in the dim light of her glow worm she took to poking at the childish toys, unsure what else she could really do with herself, bound in her chair and wet diaper as she was. She's hold the centipede toy and watch how it stretched under gravity and swayed against the movement of the ship, toyed with the animal noises board a few times, just to hear the deep mooing of cows, and even bounced the rattle against the thick bulge of her crotch a few times, tempted to masturbate, but too embarrassed to go through with it, considering her larger situation. Again she wet, and eventually with much despair, soiled herself. Clara soon found herself sitting in a thoroughly used diaper, staring helplessly at the roof, while drooling in silence from her gagged gaping mouth.
It could have been a week, or a month, for all she knew, but one day the ship came to an obvious final stop. The box shuddered as it was moved several times to various new spots, during which she tried to make a few pleaful attempts at calls for help to the outside world, but knew that nobody could hear her. Her box finally came to rest somewhere quiet and still, and she waited. Again she cried, dry snot caking her face, but tears wouldn't and couldn't help her, she knew, sniffling away like a helpless toddler.
Then quite unexpectedly, the tubes which had fed air into her container popped from one side, and an edge of the box was removed. Light appeared as the edge of the shipping container was pulled away, and Clara blinked against the sudden bright outside world, having to turn her head away. Kicking the air again and struggling against her bonds in her thick and soiled diapers, she moaned helplessly through her gag, hoping that it was, by some miracle, that somebody had come to rescue her, and not the more likely option of whoever had put her in the box was now there to claim her.
Pressure appeared on her crotch, and suddenly the tight straps relaxed as the buckle unclicked. The chair was tipped and she fell forward, still squinting with the new light, and something was attached from the rear waist of her onesie to the ankles of her booties, pulling tight and forcing her into a crawl position.
She turned desperate eyes against the light, and saw legs ending in army-like boots, which then stepped away, leaving her there on all fours in a heavily soiled diaper, drooling against her mouth ring, and squinting into the light. There were other noises, but they sounded distant outside of her box, and after a moment of recoiling away from the bright exit, she decided that all she wanted just then was a desperately needed diaper change.
She crawled weakly out of the box, arriving on concrete and feeling too exhausted to even look up, realising that she was in some sort of large shed or warehouse. Through the mess of her hair, she saw heels which led to a woman's legs above that. The feet turned and faced her, and then the legs crouched, bringing a striking regal middle-aged brunette into her vision, who looked at her without pity, and even a little contempt. After a moment of inspecting her, the woman slapped Clara on the face, lightly, and pointed behind her, simply ordering "crawl".
Clara moved one knee forward nervously, then stopped, unsure whether she wanted to obey this woman, but then let out a muffled yelp and moan as a huge paddle landed on her padded rear with a loud smack, also catching a bit of her exposed thigh.
"Crawl." repeated the woman's commanding voice.
With wide eyes, Clara began to crawl forward in a frenzy, slowing after a moment with small tears in her vision. It was then that she noticed the other opened shipping boxes.
Two more women were on all fours, thickly diapered and drooling from beneath the mess of their hair. One, a redhead, with the shredded remains of a small sexy dress, had a huge diapered butt in the air, and was panting while staring at the ground in exhaustion. The other, a brunette in the shredded remains of a powerful looking business suit, crawled slowly and seemed to be trying to say something to the man who watched over her. The men in heavy boots and army pants - possibly a militia, thought Clara - herded them into single file, and they soon were crawling purposefully towards the far wall.
Clara came second in their line. In front of her, the redhead had obviously soiled herself terribly, Clara saw with disgust. Her exposed diaper sagged around the girl's butt, and was visibly darker there too. She must have needed to go badly, even before the trip, Clara realised, and had stood no chance of making the journey unmessed. She knew that the third girl behind her must be getting a full view of her diapered rear too, but at least she had the onesie on to give her some privacy, but guessed that the stench was probably a telltale sign in itself.
The regal woman also noticed the redhead's soiled state, and halted the line by touching the girl's back. Reaching around to cup the girl's sagging diaper, she cooed to the shackled woman, with words which were inaudible or may have even been in another language for all that Clara could tell, while the wide-eyed redhead looked up in a fearful state. After a moment of sweet cooing and gentle stroking of the girl's face, the woman's demeanour suddenly hardened, and she delivered a stinging smack to the girl's bottom which got the line moving again.
As they began shuffling with the loud crinkling sounds of their diapers, Clara drooled while wondering whether this could truly be real, whether it was some joke or whether was her life now. She knew that it was the second, she suddenly knew where that fantastic site got all of its models, and why their twisted diaper training scenes look so realistic.
She was really going to go into a nightmareish diaper-slave program, likely to then be sold to domineering "parents" who would truly own her, like an oversized toddler pet.
They reached the wall, all struggling to look around now - bound as they were on all fours - and each clumsily turned so that their butts faced the wall, and they looked out into the warehouse. Clara got a good look at her surroundings then, and could see the three opened shipping crates - each with the oversized toddler bouncers in them, with bottles and toys laying vaguely visible in the deep shadows. Two men in militia like gear stood ready, looking entirely unfriendly, and the scowling woman in black had a large paddle attached to her belt.
"Sit" she ordered, glaring, and the girls looked side to side at each other in a panic, then moaned as they lowered their rears and privates to the concrete, now kneeling in their mess, with their hands still on the concrete.
The woman approached with a small doctor's instrument, and shone light into their mouths, ears, and eyes, and investigated each of them, while the girls sat on all fours and drooled hopelessly under the embarrassing investigation, almost as if they were pet merchandise.
When satisfied, the woman pointed further down the empty warehouse, and again ordered "crawl."
Exhausted, they made their way, until they reached a waiting van which had its windows covered and its side door pulled open. One by one the girls let out small moans as their ankles were unbuckled from their waists, and they were led into the van where oversized baby seats awaited them. Each was strapped in tightly with no chance of escape - pressed well into their soiled diapers - and they watched wide eyed as the door was closed, taking them to their fate.
They sat facing the back of the van, the brunette moaning slightly and seemingly wetting herself yet again with a loud audible hiss. The vehicle began moving, and Clara sunk back into her seat and looked at the roof in resignation, listening to the third girl attempt to make some sort of request around her ringed gag, which made it all but impossible to vocalise anything useful.
The regal trainer woman took out a container, from which she produced three large needles, of which she began flicking their sides. "You are each going to learn to be the most obedient baby girls" was all that she said, before injecting the contents of the needles into their thighs, and one by one they drifted into another deep slumber.
Part 3 - Training
Clara awoke from another dreamless sleep. She was initially unsure of where she was, when somebody stirred beside her. With a start she realised that she was in a tall white crib, sleeping besides the naked forms of the other two women from the warehouse. Still gagged with the frustrating ring piece, she looked at herself and her crib partners in a panic. They were all naked, except for thick towelled diapers under translucent plastic pants, hand mittens, and the ring gags in their mouths, all pressed up against each other in a sleeping huddle. They each seemed to be waking at the same time, and were situated near the middle of an unexciting carpeted room with large high windows, and various cupboards and drawers lining the walls.
They were at least clean, Clara realised, nauseated at the knowledge that she had again been naked and thoroughly touched by the intruders while so. Their combined weight in the crib served to sink the mattress into a central dip which they now found themselves struggling to back out of and untangle themselves. None were enthusiastic to be pressed up against other's naked forms. It proved to be hopeless, and Clara took a slight blow to her stomach, while she found herself pressed up against somebody's bare breasts
They had almost untangled on the slippery plastic-covered mattress, when a door opened, and a flurry of women in nurse-nanny uniforms entered the room. Three women carried a short white babydoll sundress each, and Clara moaned knowing that she was in for training the same as all the others, despite well having written this scene herself. She was no more enthusiastic for it now that it had arrived, though still found herself a little horny, and could do nothing as the side of the crib was lowered and each of the mortified girls was removed from the crib by a large trainer.
The girls were dressed, moaning and glancing about with wide-eyed pleadings, and then sat in the laps of a nanny each, where they were given bottles of a warm milky substance. They were each fed by the loving woman who rocked them in her lap, each quite sure that she was going to die from embarrassment. They were burped, had their diapers checked, and were introduced to a world of toys, spankings, highchairs, bottles, crawling, and fulltime diapers - a life which quickly defeated each of them.
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Three weeks later, Clara stood against the wall of the nursery room which she had not yet left since arriving, her bottom aglow after a recent spanking, and her diaper around her ankles. The other two girls - who's names she still didn't know, as none of them could speak - were playing obediently on the floor behind her. The suckles of their pacifiers echoed in unison around the room, which had large enough nipples to fill their mouths and fit quite snugly despite the ring gags, which remained.
Clara herself just drooled, not missing her pacifier now that she was against the wall, but willed herself to stand there in complete obedient silence, as to not risk another enema. The girls behind her were sulking, all three of them always were, but not wanting spankings of their own, they played unenthusiastically, making small notes on a xylophone and with a shakeable rattle.
Finally the nanny nurse who had scolded Clara returned, pulling the shorter girl into a hug which buried her in the woman's large breasts. She cooed and forgave Clara for her earlier disobedience in the highchair, where she had thrown her bowl of food against the wall in a sudden fit of exhausted rage. Clara sniffed as the woman hugged her, before finally being released from the warm envelopment of the woman's bosom.
She allowed herself to be rediapered, and was ready to play obediently with the others. But instead of being set on the floor, she was put into the crib for an early bedtime. She knew not to moan or beg, but looked up sheepishly at the nanny, hoping that she would somehow change her mind - the sun was still up after all. Alas she was left there, forced to watch her partners play with their toys, a small bit of freedom which now seemed enviable. Clara learned not to throw her food from her highchair.
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At the end of the fourth week, after an enema, temperature taking, and bath, the three girls were finally led from the small nursery room which had been their life since arriving at the docks - wherever they were in the world. Blushing, they passed staff who they'd never seen, and waddled while in the grip of the hands of the nurse-nannies, finally stepping into a side office which looked like a minimal doctor's inspection room.
The stern woman, who they hadn't seen since their time at the warehouse, appeared, and each girl went weak at the knees, knowing that she emanated raw administrative power. Even the third woman in their group, the brunette, who had initially been a force of indignant pride and rage to be reckoned with, now stood meekly with the other two, eyes down and giving a small curtsey to the woman, revealing her pink princess pullup which they had miraculously been allowed to wear.
The regal woman seemed pleased - in that, she didn't immediately frown, but certainly didn't smile - and circled each of them several times, looking them up and down, grabbing their diapered crotches to see how they would react, and generally treating them either like stock or naughty children who had been well reprimanded.
For their part, Clara and her two companions stood silently with their hands on their heads, trying not to even breath too loudly in the presence of this frightening woman. Finally the woman stopped behind the brunette, and began undoing the poor girl's mouth gag, which had been there for over a month.
The brunette's shock was palpable, with the first time that she'd been able to move her jaw in weeks obviously coming as a long forgotten and difficult to control sensation.
The administrator circled the perky brunette, and took the weak-willed girl's chin in her hand.
"You gave us some trouble there, didn't you, but I think that we've tamed you - like so many strong-willed ones before you." She looked at the slave, as if still somewhat unimpressed, and then smirked, ordering "Kiss my feet."
The brunette grimaced, looked worried, but then awkwardly lowered herself to her hands and knees - thankfully only in the light pullup today - and with her butt in the air, she kissed the woman's feet.
The woman nodded in approval, while watching the grovelling form in front of her. "Good. Your group has passed the initiation stage." she said, as if they had any idea what that was. "You will each be advanced to the nursery proper now."
Clara and the redhead exchanged sidelong glances, hands still on their head and mouths still gaping from their gags, each with a hint of fear in their eyes.
The regal woman circled them, and removed both of their mouth rings as well, much to the sudden relief of Clara, who felt like she'd never closed her mouth in her life.
She was licking her lips in amazement, and so distracted that she didn't even notice that the regal woman had moved in front of her, and was standing there, expectantly waiting.
"Look at me when I am in your presence" the woman barked, causing Clara to jump. The woman smiled as Clara sheepishly met her gaze - quite sure that the woman could dole out something far worse than any of the combined spankings or enemas or early bed times of the past four weeks combined.
Grinning sadistically, the taller woman looked down her nose at the weakling diapered form of Clara, seemed to be happy with what she saw, and instructed "Thank me for turning you into a proper baby girl."
Clara could have fainted. She was already humiliated beyond all measures that she imagined, but still would prefer that the others never know about her past wishes and cravings for such treatments - she would take it all back now if she could. The mistress hadn't revealed it yet, but Clara knew that she was supposed to thank her for fulfilling her twisted submission fantasies.
"Say it." growled the regal woman, as Clara stood paralysed.
She found it hard to speak, and required a few murmuring false starts, but finally managed to croak out "Thank you for making me into a proper baby girl, mistress..."
The woman smiled her sadistic smile again, and kissed Clara once on the lips, before opening the office door and allowing the nanny-nurses to come fetch their defeated charges. They were lead away, and Clara sobbed silently a little, feeling herself being led away by grownups, who were truly in charge, as a weak willed child hoping for a chance to escape into some quiet shadow somewhere, and be her own boss.
Part 4-6 Continued Below.
Some various pictures from the training program, of girls unknown, though they may well be some of our protagonists.
Part 4 - The Nursery Proper
The girls returned to the wide halls of their captor's facility, and were taken in a new direction by their nannies, each girl pulled by reigns attached to a pink and yellow child harness strapped around her torso.
Clara found herself somehow missing the gag now - it at least gave her an excuse for being silent in that it gave her no option, now she had the option and realised that she had become too cowardly to use it, and was humiliated at the realisation of how much they had broken her.
Ahead of Clara, the redhead from her shipping and then nursery group was massaging her newly freed mouth, with a similarly confused and distant look on her face after the new-found freedom. Clara wondered not for the first time how it must seem for the other girls, who didn't even know about babification beforehand, as she had. Soiling their diaper, naps, highchair feedings - it must have been an overwhelming re-training experience, but it obviously worked. The centre produced many "well behaved" adult-childs crafted from previously-normal adult women.
Thinking about how she could ever explain her perverse desire to be here if any of the other girls found out, Clara had the sudden disturbing mental image of herself tied over a bondage horse, begging to be put in diapers and made into a baby while her rear was paddled mercilessly by the Warden woman. She shuddered at the thought, that type of thing used to be her wildest fantasy, but now seemed her full-time nightmare.
Clara glanced at the other girls, walking as they were in their baby doll dresses and revealing cute princess pullups with every step. Their initial month had largely been a timeless and blurred stupor of shocks and diaper changes, not much better than their horrific shipping experience, and so far had very little in the way of specific training, rather they had simply been broken, moulded to be trained.
But now Clara sensed that she was coming into her training proper, where she would perhaps - more humiliatingly - have to be a child in her own actions, instead of simply being forced by raw bondage. She found herself fearing how subservient and obedient she would probably turn out to be. She'd had a few hard spankings just for being disagreeable - but there was something worse about the upcoming expectation of actually being a child in a meaningful more normal life sense. She would probably be expected to take the initiative, finding things to colour in, toys to call her own, nurses to change her diaper - it was possibly an even more horrific thought than being stuck in that crib room, because there would be no excuses but her own cowardice now.
The thought of taking on a regressed adult mindset made her shudder, she wasn't ready to abandon her adulthood yet. She didn't have to affirm to herself that she was absolutely craving freedom from the diapers which clung to her butt, and the denial of simple adult freedoms such as toilets, rather than the seat of her pants.
Suddenly they were turning from the hall, entering another small side room, and each girl groaned as they saw the row of changing tables prepared with open thick diapers. The pullups had only been for their presentation to the headmistress, Clara realised with disappointment, and they were each now to be put back where they were beginning to learn that they "belonged".
The brunette seemed particularly unenthusiastic, and looked nervously at the laid out diapers - knowing full well what she had been doing in the seat of such in the past long blur of days. She began to negotiate in her best business voice, nervously quivering as she spoke.
"I don't think that I necessarily need to go back in -" she began, but was cut off with a resounding smack to her rear and upper thigh. She yelled and hopped, instantly going quiet and grabbing her bottom, knowing full well that the nannies could do worse. She stood with a trembling lip knowing that she shouldn't have taken the risk of talking back, as her matron towered over her wagging a finger in her face.
"I don't recall asking your opinion young lady, and I think that you just earned yourself a task of writing a poem describing why you love your diapers - how thankful you are for being put in them, and singing a little song about the freedom they provide - giving examples of when you went in them, and how lucky it was that they were there. Then, you can read your poem in front of all the other children, and better never forget how much you love your diapers, unless you want to go back into the private nursery for another round of familiarisation."
The brunette looked equal parts furious and horrified, but the Nanny only leaned closer, glaring into the brunette's face as she asked "Do I make myself clear?"
The girl stared back blankly, seemingly almost tempted to yell back in indigence, but then her face melted into subservient fear, and she meekly replied "Yes, Ma'am." - her face turning sick as she realised what she would have to do.
They were all miserable as they were hoisted backwards onto their changing tables, lain on their backs, and had their pullups pulled down. Clara sucked on her lower lip and tilted her head back to look at the wall behind her, while the stern Nanny applied new cream and powder to her charge's genitals and then rear, ensuring that it was all rubbed in quite properly.
"You are getting to become proper little ones now." the redhead's nanny began, "which means that you will learn etiquette, spend time in the nursery proper, and make friends. You will learn to report to the nannies anything which you think that they would want to know, such as whether other girls are up to no good."
"You will each be tested, and each of you better hope that she's the most proper little girl, or you could go back to a newborn group for far longer, and that's if you're lucky. The naughtiest little girls go into complete sensory deprivation in cribs for years on end, why we've had one girl who thought that just because her Daddy was a prince somewhere, she was somehow not required to act her new age like all the rest here. She has not left her crib, seen light, or heard sound, in over two years, and I hear that she now responds only to the touch of diaper changes in a desperate bucking, as if hoping to plead her way out. She'll be lucky if she gets another chance at the nursery before three years are up."
Clara heard the redhead gulp in nervousness after the story, and each lay terrified as their diapers were pulled up and then fastened tightly around their waists. Then another diaper came, and then another. Soon Clara realised that she couldn't possibly walk in the thickness that they were giving her, and looked to her side to see that the other girls were the same - giant mounds now rising above their privates waiting for a seeming heavy combination of wettings. It was the brunette's nurse who explained in an unnervingly sweet tone, as if it was entirely benign,
"All newcomers in the nursery proper are to be crawlers for a long stretch of time, which will allow the children to know who are the newest, and lowest. And because we know that you can't be trusted to do as we say yet, these thick diapers instead ensure that there's no chance of you being disobedient. There's no chance of you walking like naughty little girls when you shouldn't be, not when you're in these." she finished, smugly. Clara was horrified, but also still that slightest bit aroused, she noted miserably, and hoped that nobody could somehow read her mind and know that terribly embarrassing secret on top of all the other embarrassments. She saw the two girls next to her, and knew that nobody should be aroused in such a state. And yet she was.
They were helped down from their tables, finding that they indeed could not stand in what they were wearing - it was as thick as what she had been shipped in, during that long uncomfortable journey, and she silently prayed that the diaper changes wouldn't be as infrequent to match.
Ordered to crawl - with a light slap from a paddle on Clara's bottom - they made their way towards a secondary door from the one in which they had entered. To the trio's gut-wrenching horror, they found themselves emerging into a giant daycare room, full of adult women dressed as oversized babies and toddlers.
Clara was stunned. The others beside her audibly lost their breath. They all remained stupidly on all fours staring at the scene, while behind them, the door into the changing station closed, taking the nannies with it.
Clara saw one girl, dressed as an oversized messy toddler with loose t-shirt and giant disposable to match, sitting with her legs out to her sides as she banged on a collection of pots and pans in front of her with a wooden spoon, while sucking furiously on a pacifier.
Another woman, who Clara instantly suspected was one of the strongest willed in the group, sat in an oversized plastic baby swing, which was clearly vibrating furiously while she moaned into one of the dreaded ring gags, and seemed to be focusing nowhere as her eyes rolled from the torturous ecstasy, seemingly designed to inflame an erotic attachment to diapers.
Clara blushed knowing that she would need no such training.
Another two girls sat back to back, clad in the same giant diaper which pulled them tightly against each other - both seemed miserable, but sucked on their pacifiers and played with their toys obediently. They looked up at angrily at a girl who almost ran into them on a large plastic tricycle, which she was riding nervously as a Nanny stood nearby and encouraged her on a circuit around that part of the room.
The whole room was full of such noisy events, it was a mini catastrophe, and the three new entrants watched from near the wall, dumbfounded, on all fours in crawling positions, realising that their only option now was to crawl forward, into the nightmarish explosion of noise and colours.
They each were having a sickening and frightening realisation of just how large the operation was, and just how long-lasting their experience were going to be. Clara hated herself for knowing more than the others, and why. She almost wanted to go find a furniture post to hump her thickly diapered crotch against, but more than anything wanted to go hide in some impossibly dark corner, and disappear from the sheer realisation of how humiliating her life was about to become.
She didn't know how long they stayed there, all three equally stunned. Clara didn't even notice a nanny appear and check the brunette's diaper, commenting on that she was carrying a huge load, and needed a change. Clara realised that the girl must have literally **** herself from the sight of the scene before them. In retrospect, she realised, it was lucky that she hadn't done the same.
The brunette began to cry, but the nurse had no sympathy, and simply said "come along" and lead the crawling girl away.
The two remaining girls watched their crib partner crawl away in silence, and then the redhead let out an involuntary worried mewing sound, which she quickly silenced. After a moment of indecisiveness, she crawled away also, and Clara watched in fascination as the giant baby-woman crawled away in thick diapers, tantalised by the thought that she must look the same. Horrified again, she hated herself, and decided to set off in an opposite direction. After weeks of sleeping with those stranger girls, seeing each other's messy diaper changes, sharing naked baths with them - she felt the need to go find new companions who hadn't seen every humiliating angle of her.
There was so much activity in the playroom, and Clara didn't want anything to do with any of it. She avoided a group of three girls seemingly having naps on the floor - lying on their sides on mats, three white disposable diapered butts were visible under small blankets draped over three women's sleeping shoulders.
She almost bumped into another group, two girls in denim overall dresses and the always-visible diapers, playing with puzzle pieces. They looked at her for a long moment, before one of them said "You're new... Do you want to uh join in?"
Clara nervously sputtered "Uh, no, thanks" and crawled off as fast as she could, making an idiot of herself with her giant butt in the air.
Part 5 - The Girl in Black
Clara finally rounded an unused slippery slide, into a quiet section of the larger playroom, otherwise penned in by various cupboards quite well.
She came into the presence of one solitary diapered women - maybe a teen - sitting and playing with china dolls. She had shiny black hair with two white ribbons tied in, pale skin, and a perfect black and white lolita outfit. From mary janes on her feet, black and white leggings went up to her diaper, which was hidden under a stretched pair of blue and yellow teddy-bear-printed underwear - the only colour on her outfit. The underwear was half covered by many layers of white frills on various short petticoats which started higher on her waist than they probably should, giving her the illusion of wearing normally proportioned clothes which still revealed her diaper. Her jet black dress matched her shoes, hair, and nails, and even Clara was taken aback by how perfectly she was dressed and presented as a gothic doll.
The girl looked at Clara stunned for a moment, she had been crawling rather fast in her panic after all, and then sighed, saying "You probably have no idea what the fuck's going on, being new and all."
Clara remained gaping on all fours, until the girl pointed to a spot opposite her collection of dolls, saying "Sit" suggestively.
Clara nervously crawled over, and the girl looked her up and down in appraisal. "You should find a big sister," she said. "Some of the girls can be quite mean, even here, and when I was new I got sent off to deprivation treatment for a month for something which I didn't even do, but they pinned on me on my first day." She had a hint of sadness in her voice as she said that, but also a little toughened bitterness and resolve.
"If you want, I'll watch out for you. I have angel status now - I haven't done anything naughty in over a year."
"You've... been here for over a year?" Clara asked gaping, looking at the girl worryingly. It occurred to her with a pang that she had seen pictures of this girl, had... masturbated to her. Now she realised that she was one of those very babies herself.
"Yeah." said the girl matter of factly, "I don't know if you know, but they auction us off, and I've already been sold to some sicko priest. It's only a matter of months until he gets out of prison for some crime from years ago, and then, I'm his."
She spoke matter of factly, as if completely resigned to her fate. "Then I'll probably be sucking his dick and begging his wife for a diaper change, and will otherwise be the perfect dolled daughter for them."
Clara switched to sitting on her own padded rear, legs awkwardly splayed, as she listened to the girl's story, seeing where she was going with it.
"They've already told me that my crib will lie against a one way mirror into their master bedroom, that they want to watch me in there as they fall asleep every night." "And you know what?" the girl asked.
"..What?" Clara responded, not sure if she actually wanted to know.
"I'll do it all, obediently, as you eventually will too, when your time to be adopted comes." she said, staring deadpan at Clara.
"The grownups here -" she continued, gesturing around, "Are all true grownups, we are not - you will eventually understand this. They do what they want because grownups do what they want, and we absolutely don't do what we want, we do as we're told - and what they want is to train us to act as they see fit, and they'll succeed. You can fight it, you can deny it, but if you're here, it's because you don't have what they have, you don't have true adulthood in you. They'll make you see, and soon you'll be wishing for a Mommy to hold your hand and spank you when you're naughty."
Clara looked at her like she was crazy, but knew enough to also think that she just might be right.
"That's how we all come to see it anyway," the girl finished miserably. "It's hard to explain - but you, and whoever else you came in with, are all going to be oversized children like the rest of us, soon enough. It's about spirit as much as true age, and I sure as hell am never going back to paying bills, looking after myself, or somehow learning to be potty trained again if that's possible. I don't even know if I could sleep without the bars of a crib now."
Clara looked at her in mortified horror, quite sure that what the girl said was true, and that in time, she would no longer be able to say that she thought of herself as a grownup and still be speaking honestly.
"They picked us well," the raven-haired girl said, gesturing once more. "We're all the types who are suited for this sort of thing, and each discover it in the end."
Clara sat stunned at the harsh introduction. "What's your name?" she whispered.
"Sarah Jane Emily" replied the girl, "Or at least it is now."
"They wanted me to have a pretty girly name." she added, seeing Clara's confusion.
"I'm uh Clara. And I don't think that I'm going to let them turn me into a kid." she said defiantly.
Sarah Jane Emily snorted, and picked up one of her dolls.
"Have you seen the grownups?" she asked curiously.
"Yes." replied Clara.
Sarah Jane laughed, "See. You think of them as grownups already."
Clara's brow furrowed, "No, that's not what I meant, they just call themselves that, and it kind of sinks in - it's all tricks."
"You won't get out of here until you think - understand - that it's the truth. And they know when you understand, you can't fake it."
"So.. what.." Clara began angrily, "You think that you're actually a little girl, even knowing that you're not?"
"No." Sarah Jane explained quietly. "I know that I'm a big girl, who has been turned into a little girl for all intents and purposes, and have realised that I can't just turn back now." "You will see." she added simply. Clara decided not to push it.
Sarah Jane Emily held out a doll for Clara, and Clara blushed as she took it, feeling somehow more childish instantly for the act, yet trying to deny what Sarah Jane could ever be right.
"So, do they um, potty train anybody if they're lucky, or anything?" asked Clara, hopeful.
"I haven't used a toilet once since I got here" Sarah said dryly, looking away, unable to meet Clara's eyes when she said it. "There's no choice, it's just all diapers now. All the time. For everything."
"But they can't!" said Clara exasperatedly, "They just can't."
Sarah Jane smirked.
"They have boys too, somewhere else, or maybe it's a different facility from which they visited here once. But I had to do a sort of old fashioned family portrait set with a boy once, who was dressed in a schoolboy's sailor uniform, with tiny shorts and a little hat to match the schoolgirl outfit which I was wearing. And he was diapered all the same - it was poking out everywhere.
When it was over, he left with some huge guy, who was his caretaker or owner I think - he threatened the guy in diapers - who was maybe in his twenties - with a spanking for poor posture, and he shot right back to attention. There's really no escaping that being a kid is about how you react to people who say that they are grownups and hold the authority, as much as anything else."
Clara frowned, Emily Jane seemed almost as if she needed to justify to herself that she had surrendered. But if every other girl that had come before them had done the same, what chance did Clara have?
"Anyway" said Emily, as if shrugging off the previous conversation, "If you're going to be my little sister, there's a few other things that you should know.
Unless you have angel status like me, then when you poo you have to tell a nanny immediately - if they find you without a changing note post-it, you'll regret it."
"Post its..?" asked Clara.
"Yeah, it says when you were found in a messy diaper, and they then mark a time on the note until you can be changed, and stick it on the back of your diaper, and then other nurses check you later, you can't ever demand that they rush it, it's always their call.
It supposedly ensures that you're fully accustomed to diaper dependency and all it entails, and don't expect to just get out of a messed diaper immediately as some prissy girls have in the past. Why, there was a leggy blonde once that was so entitled... Anyway, they fixed her and I think sold her to a woman with a crazy elaborate scat fetish, so don't let them know what embarrasses you most."
Clara thought back to her many stories, which described in detail the embarrassing things which she eroticised more than anything else. She felt nauseous.
"And don't think that you can game the system. If you don't have a changing note by three hours before bedtime, you're **** out of luck - you'll have to wait until morning for a change. The schedule for bedtime randomly changes for each person each day, so don't take the risk of trying to go at a certain time to try to get a shorter wait from night-time changes, it could turn into a much much longer wait, and for most everybody who has tried, it backfired so many times that they stopped."
"Two." continued Sarah Jane, "You can usually request who you share your crib with, they only really deny it when somebody's getting punished. Unless you're a lesbo, I suggest avoiding a few girls, as they're pretty strong and the nannies turn a blind eye to being raped in your own crib - in fact, I think that they film it."
Clara touched her lips, remembering where the warden had kissed her less than an hour earlier, and didn't doubt it. She tried to imagine forceful sex in diapers in her crib late at night, and then shook the thought from her mind.
"Three. Because I'm your big sister, you take the fall for me if it's ever needed. But it probably won't, I'm an angel. But remember that other girls may have little sisters who could do so if you ever get into a fight with one of them."
Clara tried to imagine a complex social order in a land of diapered oversized babies, and realised that her situation was going to be a lot more complicated than she ever thought. Really, she realised, anywhere people are kept together like this, such hierarchies emerge, and she'd better get used to it.
"There are more things that you should know, but those are probably the most pressing." finished Sarah Jane.
Clara pondered for a moment, before asking "Are... Are we ever breastfed?"
"Yes" replied Sarah Jane Emily, "But not regularly. How did you know?" she asked, looking at Clara curiously.
Clara didn't want to blow her cover - she couldn't imagine if they ever knew that she fetishized all of this before coming, it would be too humiliating. She'd be "the baby who wanted it", when she really didn't any more than anybody else - she just got off on it, and didn't know why.
"It uh just seemed obvious that they might do such things, I suppose" she responded, not needing to fake her convincing downcast attitude.
Sarah Jane went back to playing with her dolls, evidentially putting them all in an alternative assortment of clothes, while Clara sat at a loss, not touching the dolls in front of her.
Sarah eventually pointed out into the larger playroom, which was visible from their fairly private vantage point between a children's slide and some large warddrobes.
Following the line of Sarah's finger, Clara watched as a vaguely Asian girl crawled up to a nanny, tugged on her skirt, and said something pleading while bouncing on her hands and knees The nanny checked the girl's diaper by pulling back the band, wrote on a piece of paper, then stuck the oversized post-it note to the rear of the girl's diaper. The girl then crawled away, not looking up and seemingly hoping that no eyes were on her, with the embarrassing slip bouncing on her rear letting the whole world know the state of her diaper.
Clara went pale. "I'll have to do that..?"
"Whenever you mess your diapers" explained Sarah Jane, obviously more embarrassed about it than she was trying to let show.
Clara liked Sarah, she decided, as much as she could like an oversized gothic doll who advocated surrendering to diaper dependency. She at least warned her about the cribs.
"Look, I'm almost done here" Sarah said, "And the nannies can make it a bit of a torment if you're not seen active semi-regularly, if you want to stay safe on your first day, you should at least probably crawl around a bit, or you might get some "encouragement" to do some baby activity which you don't want to do. Find something which suits you, or which annoys you less than all the other options."
Clara could think of nothing that she wanted to do, especially crawling around as an obvious newcomer in giant diapers, not even able to stand.
"Will they really.." Clara begun.
"Yes." cut in Sarah Jane, "As your big sister, I'm just watching out for you. You should go be active for a bit."
Clara sighed and heaved herself onto all fours, and looked out at the larger nursery nervously. She decided that she would go find Red from the crib, she suspected that the girl could use a sister as good as Sarah Jane.
Part 6 - Encounter with a brat
Clara crawled, but found herself too embarrassed to show her face, and thus had been crawling with her head down - which was not so uncommon in a daycare full of adult women kept in diapers against their will and constantly humiliated for it - but the problem was that she didn't really watch where she was going, and ended up right in the midsts of a large group of girls. She realised that she was in trouble when she found herself being teased by what looked like toddlers, jeering and asking if the new baby was lost.
One girl in blonde pigtails - and what Clara thought were particularly adorable toddler shoes - still managed to make herself seem menacing, as she approached Clara and towered over her, seemingly rubbing in her ability to walk upright. Clara began to wonder if she wasn't effectively in some horrific women's prison, she would expect such gangs as this there as well.
"Hey, new girl" the blonde grinned sadistically, "You're going to be my new little sister, got it? Which means that you're going to sleep in my crib, and do what I say. In return, I'm going to protect you, which means that nobody else touches those pretty little cheeks unless I give permission first."
Clara gaped, not knowing what to say, and after a moment, realised that she was wetting herself. She didn't handle conflict well.
The toddler-punk in front of her suddenly stopped the jeering and went silent, before her face split into a grin.
"New girl is pissing her pants at the sight of me!" she laughed, which a few others joined in.
Clara found herself wondering how the fuck these people existed here, and realised that anywhere that people were imprisoned by stronger people, there were still the bitchy rulers of the prison kingdom. She tried to stop herself peeing but barely managed amongst all the frightening jeering, before it started up again. Clara suddenly started sniffling, as tears ran down her face.
"Daw, I didn't mean to make the wittle baby cry" teased the bully standing over her, "Would you like Mommy to kiss you and make it all better?" she teased, but Clara sensed that it was also a literal question, or threat.
Another girl nearby boldly called "You cry plenty when you're spanked, Gem" which caused the girl standing over Clara to turn furious, and bunch her fists.
"Don't talk about that here Anna you idiot, you know that nobody speaks about that to me."
Anna clearly wasn't frightened, perhaps she was a contending leader of her own, and simply rolled her eyes and said "Later Gem, have fun with the new girl" and then wandered off, with the slightest bit of a waddle which made it seem somehow comical, like a scene from some rugrats episode.
Gem was angry, but seem mollified by Anna leaving. She returned her attentions to Clara. Crouching, she took the tear-moistened chin of the girl on all fours in her hand, and lifted Clara's face.
"Look at me" Gem said.
Clara wondered if this Gem girl might not be better suited for a nanny job, and began to doubt Sarah Jane's claim that they were all picked for being appropriate for being babies. Then she began to wonder whether Gem was picked especially for being appropriate for being a bully type of baby to make the experience hell for the other girls, and Clara instantly knew that this girl could turn into a sweetheart when the "grownups" appeared, and suspected that they probably even know about it, and encouraged it. Clara realised that in such a situation, she'd have a much harder time than she expected to not regress, there were childish stresses here worse than what she had even imagined.
"Look at me" Gem growled, and Clara loooked up, wishing that she wasn't stuck in this stupid crawling position with her giant diaper marking her as bait.
"What's your name?" Gem asked, her eyes like fierce cinders.
"Clara" she whimpered, but then blurt out "L-Look... I already have a big sister, Sarah.. Jane.. um, Emily."
"Oh? You have a sister? And you have to think about it to remember her full name?" Gem asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, no uh.. It's just that I'm ne-"
"What's my name?" Gem interrupted, gripping Clara tighter, so that she spat out "Gem!" before even thinking about it.
"That's right, I'm Gem, and see, you know my name, so that's you are better off being my little sister. So when the nannies ask whose crib you want to sleep in, if you somehow end up there early looking to get a choice, you can say 'Gem'. Not that stupid China-Doll's plaything - she'd probably want to dress you up like her other toys."
Clara began to wonder if these women - diapered and forcefully babified as they were - really actually had such discernible traits, whether Sarah was playing with the dolls not just for something to do, but because those were the toys which she gravitated towards. Clara wondered if they had a writing crayon station or similar - she liked writing - Then her attention was snapped back to Gem, who was gripping Clara tighter.
"I'll say it again - say that you will be my little sister."
Clara realised that she hadn't even heard the first time, lost in her train of thought.
"Say it." spat Gem."
"But I already -"
"No you don't. Now say it."
Clara tried to back away then, to get out of Gem's grip on her chin in her awkward state. It was like backing a boat with a blindfold, and she found herself trapped.
"But-"
Clara saw a nurse walking past, and suddenly called "Nurse! Nanny! Ma'am!"
The nurse turned, and Gem had already released Clara's face.
To her horror, she saw Gem become an instantaneous sweetheart, rocking on her heels with her hands behind her back.
Before Clara even thought to say anything, Gem was on it, obviously well trained in her new toddler role. "Miss Sandra, this new girl - Clara here - just asked me to be her new big sister, and I said yes! Isn't that wonderful?"
"No! I-" began Clara, but withered under the gaze of the tall nurse in heels looking down her nose at her, and the presence of the powerful Gem standing next to her. Clara found herself then staring up the nurse's short dress, suddenly enormously envious of the perfect white panties that she saw there, now completely lost in her overwhelming situation and simply staring.
"Are you looking up my dress young lady?!" the nurse suddenly bellowed, snapping Clara out of her daze, and turning quite a few heads nearby, despite most of Gem's group having scattered when the nurse arrived.
"No, I... don't know.." Clara said, beginning to tear up again.
The nurse seemed to hear Clara say 'Yes', and continued on as if so. "That is a very naughty and disgusting thing. Newcomers here often have such poor manners as you, but we have ways to fix it!"
Clara was trying not to break into a full tear bawling while so many eyes were on her, and remained frozen as the Nanny took a reign from her belt, and clipped it to Clara's top.
"Come" the nanny ordered, ironically now giving Clara a fuller view of up the woman's skirt as she turned and pulled her along.
She looked around in silent desperation, hoping that somebody in this wretched place might save her, but then felt the tug of the leash, and began crawling after the "true grown up", as Sarah Jane would say, and was proving to be right.
In a small side-room, half an hour later, Clara lay sobbing on her back, while her many diapers lay unfastened under her, and a soapy enema nozzle was finally inserted into her waiting rectum. As she swelled up, she began to make delirious pleas, about how she wasn't suitable for baby material, and should just be sent home. Neither the nanny nor the brutish woman who staffed the enema room listened, and after the long ordeal, Clara was finally taped back into her diaper, not even letting her enema be released into a potty as they had done in the training room.
She cried for some time, but was soon being helped off of the bench, and then was forced to crawl back into the nursery, feeling small squirts escaping her rectum. A door was closed behind her, and she burst into louder tears as she found herself with nowhere to go, and let loose into her diaper then and there at the blank wall of the nursery. Thankfully nobody hung around a door which an angry nurse had disappeared into, but she was still quite sure that various people saw and heard her loudly filling her diaper.
Finally finished, and still sobbing, she looked around, realising that she had to avoid Gem again, and then realised with a wave of sickness that she'd have to find a nanny to give her a messy diaper change slip also. With the determination of the truly desperate, she set off, crawling in her giant and now very uncomfortable diaper, keeping an eye out for diaper bullies, and wondering why the fuck she had ever wished for any of this.
To be continued...
A possible Sarah Jane Emily..
Part 7 - The Playhouse
Looking ahead, Clara took a breath and mustered her courage, and then started crawling towards the nurse who she had spotted walking by.
She felt so ashamed, crawling, while the woman stood, bringing a messy diaper behind her which she was going to need to ask to be changed.
The nurse was writing something or other on her clipboard. Her strong thighs allowed her to stand like a normal adult person, which intimidated Clara, driving home what she was no longer old enough to be.
"Um, miss?" she asked nervously, once she was close enough, feeling a twist in her stomach as she spoke to and interrupted an "adult".
The nurse looked down, raised an eyebrow, and then beamed. "Well hello cutie" she cooed, "You must be new here, being so adorable in your crawler diaper like that."
"Y-Yeah.." Clara agreed, on all fours, doing her best not to look up this nurse's skirt after her previous lesson.
"And what's your name honey-bun?" asked the nurse as if she was speaking to a genuine small child.
"C-Clara.." stuttered the girl, "I was wondering... um... about a diaper change.."
The nurse looked over Clara's crawling form, seeing the faintly visible signs of the expulsion of her enormous enema - hidden, despite itself, due to the sheer size of Clara's crawler diaper, and sniffed the air.
"Oh honey, of course. First you'll have to tell me what you've done, to ensure that you are honest about your actions like a big girl, and don't just expect to be changed by slave grownups who are there to serve you. Can you tell me that you've done a poo in your diaper? And ask for a change?"
Clara grit her teeth, but knew that she was hopelessly desperate for a change, and would say anything. "Y-Yes.. I've gone.. I did.. a poo in my diaper" she admitted, craving a change more than her pride right now. "Can I... um... please have a diaper change?"
The nurse smiled. "See? Isn't honesty and politeness nice? Now of course, I'll write you a note which will schedule you a change, and then you can get right back to having fun. Is that what you wanted sweetie?"
Clara cast her eyes down, "Yes ma'am" was all that she could say. She felt relief at that it was at least almost over, and that she could stop dealing with "grownups" after this.
The nurse circle Clara, and lay a hand on the edge of her diaper at her thigh. She lifted a leg band, investigating the stinking girl's state. "Oh, and were you punished with an enema young lady?"
Clara felt a pang of embarrassment run through her. "Y-Yes... ma'am..."
"Hrm, and why was that? Have you been acting up today?"
Clara winced, she hadn't wanted to ever mention what had happened again. "I was, well, I was um looking up a grown up's skirt miss. I was staring, but I did learn my lesson!" she insisted, with a flashback to herself moaning and squealing as she had been spanked over the nurse's knee not half an hour earlier, being lectured for looking up a grown up's skirt while she sobbed that she was sorry over and over, until the nurse was finally appeased. Clara truly did feel naughty and that she had learned her lesson.
The nanny kept inspecting her diaper and made a thinking hrm, clearly disapproving of the naughty perverted girl's earlier actions. She stood and made a show of placing one hand on her hip unimpressed, while she used the other to ensure that her skirt line was not showing anything to the crawling pervert before her.
The nanny shook her head at Clara, and asked "That was very naughty wasn't it? Looking up a grown up's clothes?"
"Y-Yes.. ma'am..." Clara replied, hating having to discuss all this, just wanting her change slip, and now fearing that she might not even get one.
"It was very naughty. I learned my lesson with a spanking and enema, and apologised, and we even had... a hug time after... and I told her that I would be good from now on." Clara remembered sitting in the woman's lap, sniffling while being told that it was all for her own good, that the nannies weren't monsters but merely wanted to ensure that she was raised right. She hated herself for half believing it.
The nurse's expression softened. "Well, you seem to have learned your lesson" she smiled, and patted Clara's bulging stinking bottom.
"Now, I think that given that you're a crawler, and have obviously been given the enema to be punished, you should wait... hrm... at least ten hours to be changed."
Clara shifted uncomfortably, an enema was proving to be particularly bad - it was so squishy and slimy, and ten hours seemed like an eternity right then.
"Which -" continued the nurse, "puts your change past bedtime. Do you understand what that means? Has one of the other children explained it to you?"
Clara's heart sank. "Y-Yes, ma'am. Sarah Jane Emily told me."
"Oh, what a good girl she is." beamed the nurse. "So you will wait until tomorrow morning for a change, and will almost certainly learn not to be a naughty girl again for it now will you?" cooed the nurse.
"But I -" began Clara hopelessly,
The nanny's brow furrowed, and she clasped her palms together between her thighs while leaning forward to look Clara directly in the eyes. "Oh? Do you think that it's not a fair punishment? For what you've done? Looking up a grownup's skirt is a very serious offence Clara, you wouldn't understand being in diapers, but for those of us who are mature enough to be out of diapers and wear underwear, that's a very private area, and grownups have what is called sexual thoughts about such places."
Clara was at a loss for words, she knew that she couldn't dare argue her case. She was vaguely distracted by the deep arrousal that seemed to be building in her loins when she was being talked to this way, receiving such unexpected humiliation. She wasn't sure if she was luckier or worse off than the other girls for feeling this way, it was distracting and only made her blush.
She hung her head, and whimpered "N-No, it's fair ma'am, thankyou ma'am."
The nanny smiled and stood back up, beaming down at the obedient cutie in the giant diaper. "In time you will come to understand. You're new here, and need to learn to act your age, but we're here to help you along. It's all for your own good, even if you don't yet understand it."
"Yes ma'am." whimpered Clara.
The nanny took a pencil and paper from her belt, and wrote what Clara knew must signify that she wouldn't be getting a change until tomorrow morning. After a long moment of scribbling with the pen, the nanny walked around Clara and stuck the slip onto her diapered rear - rubbing it and then giving a hard spank to ensure that it stuck.
The woman stood back up and inspected the large bouncing sticker which now sat on the rear of Clara's diaper. "And what do we say?" she asked sweetly.
Clara stared, and then realised. "Thankyou... ma'am."
The nanny beamed. "Good girl. If you act like that, and you will be much happier here, rather then going around looking up big people's clothes."
Clara quivered with humiliation. She quipped one final "Yes Ma'am", and then slowly turned, and crawled away, knowing that the dirty changing slip was bouncing on her butt, advertising to the world what she had done in her diaper.
She crawled for some time, hoping to find some hidden shadow into which to sob and fade away forever in.
Rounding a corner, she saw Gem and her gang further down in the play room, standing around a small plastic table seemingly bored as they discussed something or other. Clara sneered quietly as she thought about how ultimately goofy they looked, like giant toddlers trying to act as if they were still in control somehow, and rolled her eyes before crawling away in the opposite direction.
She continued in single-minded desperation for some time, before discovering an oversized toddler playhouse. It was a a simple plastic building, with four walls in a square, a roof, a few windows, and a large open doorway in the front. There was an abandoned tea party set up at a plastic table outside, but she continued past the chairs and crawled into the opening, intending to hide in here until the end of time, or at least a few hours.
She reached the door and crawled through clumsily, cursing the fact that she was bound as a crawler. She was halfway inside the simple playhouse when she noticed that somebody else was already in there. Looking up, she saw Red from her nursery group, huddled against the far wall with an angry scowl on her face.
The girl looked up at Clara, recognising her. "You.." she said simply, seeing Clara frozen in the doorway. "You may as well come in." she said, gesturing with a wave.
Clara nervously entered the room, remember all the times which the girls had spent being bathed together, being moved onto all fours at times and staring directly into each other's privates as they were cleaned in a row, or the times in which they had seen the other's thoroughly soiled diapers being opened for a change - their many soiled diapers sharing a full diaper pail together - or the times when they had slept together in a half naked tangle, their plastic underpants crinkling and rubbing against each other in their confining crib.
"I'm Clara" she introduced herself, embarrassed at finally being able to talk to her previous companion from the hell month initiation.
"Y-Yeah.." the redhead responded, "One of those... nurses... called you that in the bath once."
"Oh" Clara blushed, hating being reminded of their intimate time spent together mewling against their mouth gags while they were washed mercilessly. She sighed, crawled further into the small playhouse, and sat on her rump with a squish.
"I'm Danni." the redhead explained, "We must have come in on the same ship together, in those... bouncer chairs..." She looked angry at the world, as she pulled her knees up and huddled in the semi-dark of the playhouse, yet didn't seem a particularly strong-willed girl, Clara had always thought, rather the brunette in their group had always put up the most fight.
Danni sniffed the air, "Did you..?"
Clara blushed. "They made me!" she blurted out, then went silent, feeling stupid.
Danni relaxed, and sighed. "Is this what we are going to be now? Like they said? Just giant babies who do what we're told, and get treated this way?" Her face hardened into a look of determination, "I won't be a baby, they can try but it won't work. I'll give them hell."
Clara felt a momentary urge to point out that at least what an amazingly perfect giant baby Danni made, with bows in her red hair and her giant diaper showing under her baby doll dress, but then stopped herself, knowing that it may not be appreciated. Instead she suddenly froze as as a final small spurt of her enema noisily escaped into her diaper, and she momentarily squeaked with embarrassment.
Danni said nothing, simply glowered at the wall. After a long moment she asked "did you see the girl... woman, though it's hard to tell... riding around on the tricycle? She almost looked like she was enjoying it. I still don't know whether she was faking it, or whether they can turn us into 'kids' with enough time and humiliation..."
"They've got tons of experience..." said Clara miserably, "So I doubt that we're going to be a particular challenge if so..." She shuddered suddenly and violently then, an act which Danni might have taken as a moment of embarrassment - which it was - but which Clara experienced as a sudden racking of deep arousal. The thought of being broken in as a kid, to the point where she actually giggled as she did it, was utterly humiliating, yet oddly arousing. Why did she have to be turned on that way?
Even thinking about it now was causing her to grow aroused in her diaper, wetting it in a slightly different way. Very slightly, she started rubbing her crotch back and forth on the floor, as she sat on all fours in the playhouse.
It wasn't going to work, she couldn't masturbate in front of Danni. She sighed and stopped.
"Listen, there's some things that you need to know..." explained Clara. "I met another girl out there, who you should talk to too. Even amongst... the girls... the babies... there's gangs and teams, and some of them are pretty tough. I already met a lesbo who wanted me to share her crib with her, which was pretty crazy. You have to come with me to find Sarah Jane, she can help."
Danni stared, her nose twitching as she processed the new information, a new form of indignation looming, and nodded. Neither girl could believe that she was about to willingly crawl again, but found themselves doing it, and Danni was soon following Clara in silence as the two girls made their stupid crawl out of the playhouse and into the nursery.
The nursery was huge, and crawling in the giant diapers was exhausting. They had to take breaks, just to catch their breath, from time to time. The nursery playroom was huge and almost like a maze with all the various dressers and stacks of toy chests and the like.
They passed a mirror, and both blushed as they looked at themselves. And later passed the girl who Clara had seen locked in the vibrating bouncer earlier, now lying exhausted on her back, her giant diaper showing under her denim overall dress, seemingly in a daze as she stared at the roof with a gaping mouth.
Finally the two crawlers spotted Sarah Jane sitting on a rocking horse, looking like her mind was elsewhere as she rocked gently on the toy. The loud rustling of their diapers alerted Sarah to the two approaching, and they blushed knowing how stupid they must look slowly making their way towards her on all fours like that.
She sighed and threw her leg over the side of the rocking horse, then waddled over to meet them, saving them from the final humiliating part of the crawl. She saw the slip bouncing on Clara's bottom, and raised an eyebrow, wondering how Clara had gotten herself into such a situation so quickly, when she had sent her off on a crawl maybe an hour earlier.
With a thump, Sarah Jane Emily sat on her own padded rear, her coloured diaper standing out amusingly in her otherwise black and white gothic uniform.
Clara sighed, relieved after their long search, her slimy diaper becoming too much for such things. She attempted to kneel around her diaper while preventing her full weight from pressing down into her mess, but found it impossible in the giant oversized piece, and had to eventually sink into her own embarrassing filth. Sitting there like that, the dull horniness began to make a creeping return, and she bit her lip as she found herself wanting to rub and masturbate herself to an orgasm again right there.
Sarah Jane looked at Danni, panting with exhaustion after their long crawl around the nursery.
"You must be new too. Welcome to the playroom" she said in a sarcastic tour sing song voice, somehow still keeping her usual monotone style which so matched her outfit.
Clara watched her redhead companion sit down in relief after their long crawl, and explained to Sarah Jane. "This is Danni, I tried to tell her some of the stuff which you told me, but... figured that she could probably use a big sister too."
Sarah Jane nodded towards Danni.
"I, um, ran into 'Gem'", Clara continued, "and realised how fucked up this place can be... It's almost like a prison..."
Sarah Jane's eyes widened a little, "Gem? ****.. Did she take a liking to you?"
Clara blushed, feeling strange at having had the affection doted on her. "A little... She wanted me to be her little sister, but I said no."
Sarah Jane looked at her strangely. "Gem's not really the type to take 'no' for an answer..."
"Well" Clara said, blushing as she explained, "I got in trouble with a nanny, and think that I got out of it, which is why... well... I got an enema, and now, this" she said while gesturing towards the flapping sticker on her butt.
Danni looked worried, "Who's this Gem?"
Clara nearly cried as she explained her encounter from before, where Gem had threatened to own her, sexually, and lend her out for favours. Danni turned pink with embarrassment.
"She can't do that!" Danni exclaimed. "She's a baby like all the rest of us!"
"She's a manipulative bitch" Sarah Jane cut in, "and she's the type who you don't want to be spending a night with stuck in a crib. She knows how to act when the grownups are around though."
"Grownups?" cut in Danni, sharply, clearly not approving of referring to their captors that way.
Sarah Jane sighed. "Yeah, grownups, you'll fucking see in time."
Danni pouted, she was clearly in Clara's camp on that one. There was no way in hell she was ever going to think of these people as "the grownups", or so she thought.
"Anyway," continued Sarah, "Gem likes to take new girls into her crib at night. I don't know if she was even a lesbian before coming here, but she sure as hell is one now. And, well, it's not where you want to be."
Danni looked incredulous. "But wouldn't the staff people.. the... the grownups...?"
Sarah Jane shook her head.
Clara added. "Remember how the warden mistress woman kissed me.. Before we left the inspection room.."
Danni blushed, and squirmed in her diaper for a moment.
Clara had found herself unable to refer to the warden as "that bitch", despite intending to. She had suddenly become terrified of any such words somehow making it back to the woman.
"However..." continued Sarah, causing the girls to look at her nervously, "I can't have two little sisters. I don't think. It's normally two sisters to a crib, and that's bad enough as it is."
"Wait.. we have to share a crib?" Clara asked, not having known that earlier.
"Yeah, but it's better than random nights with just anybody, which I've been doing for a while. Trust me." Sarah Jane insisted.
Clara blushed, thinking that Sarah Jane Emily was a being of pure elegance, and that it seemed strange to contemplate sleeping alongside such a perfect doll. She felt embarrassed at the knowledge that even the sight of Sarah Jane - making the perfect adult baby as she did - sent tingles of arousal through Clara, and each night could be its own kind of embarrassed torture as she tried to deny her arousal.
"So what do I do?" asked Danni, her face turning white.
"There's other girls, aside from Gem, who don't have a sister at the moment" Sarah said. "We should find you one now. There's one I know of, who's, uh, also a lesbo, but she's not half as bad. She'll just stroke you a bit, and maybe kiss a little, but nothing beyond that. She's gentle."
Sarah Jane blushed as she explained, "I, um, have spent a few nights with her lately, which is how I know. There were, uh, a few hands down my diaper at night, when she was insatiable and would get her way, but other than that..."
Danni for her part looked disgusted.
"There are other girls too" continued Sarah Jane, "I just don't really know them as well." She looked around and added, "It's getting late. You two came in after lunch time, and missed the morning recess in the play yard outside. We should probably find you somebody soon Danni."
Danni obviously wasn't enthusiastic, but nodded anyway, getting onto all fours.
Sarah Jane clumsily got to her feet, legs wobbling under her bulky diaper. "Come on" she said, and began waddling off.
Danni and Clara exchanged glances, and then set off in a crawl together after the brightly coloured back side of Sarah Jane's teddy bear underwear, standing out in her otherwise black and white outfit.
Clara was beginning to think that she'd beg for a change by now, there was no way that she could last until morning. Her normally solid soilings on the ship and in her hell month were bad enough, but this enema was something else. It was outright gross, and starting to itch.
"Is there..." Clara began, panting as they crawled like idiots. "Is there any way to speed up a diaper change? I'm getting really fucking, um, itchy and gross, below."
"Not that I know of," answered Sarah Jane from ahead, "and uh be careful with language where the nurses might hear you, I only speak like that in small groups away from any corners or toy stacks which people could hear from nearby without me seeing."
Clara sulked, and continued after Sarah Jane, feeling the slight bounce of the sticker on her rear as it flapped up and down with each crawl.
They were further into the playroom, when a sneering voice called "Look at the goth dolly and her two lover babies". Clara tensed up, looking around with worried eyes. It was Gem, the blonde in pigtails was approaching with a dark grin.
Sarah Jane looked around to check for staff, then glared back at the pigtailed blonde, who for her part looked half-toddler, half-woman.
"Fuck off Gem." Sarah Jane half spat.
"Oohh language" taunted Gem, "You're lucky I don't report you to the adults. I know how much time they spent cleaning out your mouth before you became such a sweet little thing."
Gem approached and loomed in front of Sarah Jane, trying to intimidate their guide. She sneered right in the face of their raven haired protector, and then smiled.
"You know," Gem said, with a certain sadistic look on her face now, "You don't have a sister either now since yours left. I could just make you my plaything." She reached out and brushed Sarah Jane's cheek with the back of her hand, grinning.
Sarah Jane looked her dead in the eye, she was pretty brave Clara realised - much braver then herself, who had literally pissed herself under Gem's stare.
Sarah Jane yelled "like hell" and pushed the blonde backwards, surprising them all.
Gem stumbled, and fell backwards onto her padded butt, clearly surprised. She was stunned for a moment, and then scowled, kicking Sarah Jane at her ankles and bringing the goth girl down too. In a flash they were suddenly pulling at each other's hair, kicking mary jane clad feet at each other, trying to each back away while their bulky diaper preventing them from making any effective kicks, and ultimately squealing like two embarrassingly large children.
"Oh.. ****.." Clara whispered, backing away a bit.
A male voice boomed.
"Gemma!"
"Sarah.Jane.Emily!"
Clara looked up, newly terrified, as a male trainer marched in from nowhere, looking like a hugely buff gym coach for all she could tell. The guy was huge, and in an instant had the girls separated. He had one of their wrists in a hand of his each, and all four girls were visible cowering under the man's presence now.
Gem tried to steal the moment "Sir, see what happened.." she began, her normally confident voice revealing a hint of fear.
She was cut off however, as he bellowed "I don't want to hear it." Other heads watched from around the playroom, more were arriving and watching at a distance from behind stacks of toys.
The man, who looked like a body builder Clara thought, as she sank lower into her diaper in nervous fear, cast his glance around the room, looking at the other girls.
He spotted one who had seen the whole thing. "Amelia." he said crossly, nodding for her to walk over to stand in front of him, while he held the other two girls' wrists in his hands still.
A blushing woman with freckles and glasses walked over sheepishly, a slight waddle evidence of the diaper under her green overalls.
"Amelia. Did you see what happened?" asked the man in his no-nonsense booming voice.
Amelia looked nervous, glancing at Gem and quite obviously not wanting to be on her bad side, but fearing the man even more.
"Well, Mister Stevens sir, they were fighing over who got which little sister, I think." she said, pointing towards the two crawling girls who had been right there in the midst of it, but who Mr Stevens had entirely ignored, as if they weren't even significant enough to look at while such juniors.
The man named Mr Stevens looked down at the two long-term nursery girls who he held by the wrists. Is this true children?" he asked, yanking them both by the arms as he did so.
"Y-Yessir." they both cried in unison, even though it wasn't quite what had ended up happening, but was partly responsible. Amelia must have overheard Clara's confrontation with Gem earlier and filled in the gaps.
The looming man looked at the Danni and then Clara. The two felt themselves almost melt under his stern gaze.
After a moment of silence, he bellowed "I don't care who wanted which little sister. You will each share the girls, being big sisters to each on alternating schedules."
Clara could have fainted, she wanted to speak up then and there and beg not to be assigned to Gem even part time, but wouldn't dare argue with this man in a thousand years. Danni seemed to be having a similar reaction.
"Sarah Jane Emily can have her pick of first girl, as she has angel status" the man explained, turning his gaze to the raven haired baby girl.
Sarah seemed to visibly pale as he looked at her.
"Uhm.. Clara... I'll start with Clara..." she half whispered.
"Clara?" the man asked, unsure who was who, or at least seeming to.
"Yes sir!" Clara said almost automatically, leaning forward and presenting herself, only hoping to not somehow get caught up in all of this."
"Clara. You will start as Sarah Jane Emily's little sister." "You -" he nodded towards Danni, "Will start as Gem's little sister. That's final, for the both of you." Clara realised that she wasn't breathing, and had to force herself to.
"And as for you two" he said, his voice growing harsh as he turned his gaze to the two girls who he held by the wrist. "You are coming with me."
With that he scooped them both up under one of his arms each, carrying them with their diapered rears sticking out behind him and their arms pinned to their sides. Clara didn't see their faces, but would have easily believed that even those two girls would be reduced to fearful babies in such a state. He marched away, easily carrying them, and in a moment was gone, leaving Clara and Danni sitting in shocked silence.
"...Holy ****" whispered Danni, after a time.
Clara punctuated the moment by releasing another small residue of her enema, the terror having unsettled her. The loud fart punctuated the playroom, and she sat their stunned for a moment.
At the same moment, both girls began to tear up, moisture running from their eyes and snot snivelling from their nose, and with that, silently began to crawl off to find somewhere to hide away from the world, again.
"Let's go back to the playhouse." Clara suggested miserably.
"Yeah..." Danni agreed, and together they set off.
An hour later, they were sitting in the dark fuming. They couldn't be treated this way, in principle, and yet it seemed that they could, in harsh reality.
They filled the time by talking about their lives before their entire ordeal of the past month and more, when they had been grown ups, and had no reason to doubt it.
Clara found herself needing to be careful with what she said, explaining how she got taken and why, lying in simply saying that they had drugged at home, and she had woken in her shipping container, where she had spent the days - or weeks or month for all she could tell - in the bouncer chair, learning to use her diapers as her only option.
Danni nodded and explained nervously that she had been out of work, and that she had been reading an erotic novel which was wildly popular at the moment - the first time that she had encountered bdsm, and she found herself intrigued. Clara knew the book, and remembered thinking that it was positively vanilla compared to her type of writing, but kept it to herself, blushing at the remembrance of all her fantasies which were as bad as she was now in.
Danni had followed up on her intrigue by starting to date online, never having ventured from her conservative upbringing she said, and trying to make herself feel like the adult which she didn't seem to be, ironically enough. She had ended up arranging a blind date with a guy who seemed like the character from her book, getting excited, and had dressed up for the occasion - her poor dress which had been torn to make room for her diaper sometime later on. "He", or whoever she had been talking to online, had sent a limo to pick her up, and she'd sat alone in the back, nervous beyond all reckoning, sipping a glass of water, heading towards her date. Then she had fallen asleep.
She had awoken the same way as Clara, locked in one of those dreaded bouncer chairs, with no idea what was going on. She soon realised that the baby toys, the nippled bottles, the diaper, the bouncer - they all tied together, and was trapped as a baby. She'd tried harder than Clara to escape, trying everything, and tearing up her dress more in the process. She'd been quite desperate, needing to go to the bathroom quite badly... Before long, she had been spending her trip in a delerious state in an overly soiled diaper, moaning againt the dreaded ring gags which the girls had worn until their inspection earlier.
She wiped snot from her face as she finished her explanation, sniffing that this was perhaps at least a little better than their hell month in the nursery crib, which had just been an extended initiation no better than her time in the box.
They both wiped their noses, feeling no better for it, if anything they found that they felt more resigned to their fates after having realised the inevitable and hopeless state of it all. How easily the both of them were taken on this wild wide.
"I don't even know what country we're in." said Danni, and Clara had shaken her head and said that she didn't either.
Thinking about Danni's story, Clara wondered whether Danni being a virgin and finding an interest in BDSM had anything to do with her having been chosen. Whether they took girls who had some measure of interest in being submissive. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who found some arousal in all this nightmare, though she doubted that Danni had the same specific kink.
"We'll get out of this, somehow." Clara said, with false confidence, but placing her hand on Danni's where it rested on the girl's knee beneath her chin.
Danni stared at the wall. "Right now I just want to get out of the locks on this diaper. I really need to pee..."
"You're not... used to it by now?" Clara asked, knowing that it was a pointless question. She sure as hell wasn't used to it herself, even after their hell initiation.
"No" glowered Danni, "And it's somehow worse now... Because once it's done I'll have to ask for a change..."
Clara understood, she had thought the same. "Remember what Sarah Jane Emily said? About them not changing us before bedtime if we didn't have a slip?" Clara asked, a little worried at the reminder of how her own situation was seemingly going to have to wait until morning.
Danni's eyes widened at the realisation. "She did say that it was getting late before - I have no clue what time it is any more really. Weren't the changing slips just for... um... soiled diapers though?"
"I don't know" said Clara worriedly, "But you better go now."
"And what? Find a nanny to give me one of those changing slips? Honestly, I don't know if I can..."
"It'll be better this way then the alternative" Clara said, unsure if it was actually true, but it seemed right.
Danni sighed and nodded, shifted herself to her feet in a squat, blushed in silence for a minute, before the slow trickle of pee could be heard, building into a loud stream. Clara realised that she still had her hand on Danni as an act of support, and blushed, realising that she had the terrible secret of also getting off on seeing Danni doing this, and had just encouraged the girl to put on this display. She hoped that her babydoll top wouldn't show her nipples growing hard, but was frozen until Danni finished her humiliating act, not wanting to remove her hand mid-moment in this nightmare.
Finally Danni gasped, letting out one final stream, and collapsed onto her butt. Clara heard a distinct squish.
"It's all... everywhere" Danni sighed, frowning. "I hate this."
"Me too.." Clara said - meaning it, and yet knowing that she was loving it at the same time. She covered her chest just in case her arousal was evident.
"You should probably get a changing slip..." Clara encouraged, looking out into the now quiet nursery.
"Now...?" asked Danni trepidatiously, clearly not very keen.
"Better to do it earlier..." Clara reminded her, suspecting that it was already too late, and that Danni was in that diaper for the night.
The redhead's face turned into one of determination, and she pulled herself onto all fours, making for the doorway and squeezing past Clara.
"You're not coming?" she asked as she was about to crawl outside.
Clara shook her head, "I already had to get a slip once and am honestly just too exhausted sorry. But I'll be here when you're done though."
Danni nodded, steeled herself once more, and crawled out into the nursery, with the noisy diaper crinkling and squishing as she went.
Clara peaked out after a long moment, made sure that she was gone and that nobody else was around, and threw herself onto her back. She began rubbing the front of her diaper furiously, like she had gone mad, suddenly masturbating away weeks of pent up frustration. It was difficult at first, she wasn't as horny now as she had been earlier in the day, but then it all came back to her, and she kicked her legs stupidly in the air playing at being a baby while she rubbed and rubbed her diaper. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she orgasmed into her diaper, in a half satisfied event which was robbed by the fear and nervousness which she felt.
She sat on her diaper and went again, rubbing her crotch back and forth along the ground, soon taking a toy block from just outside the playhouse and holding that in front of her and humping that too. She orgasmed again, and finally gave up, lying back and feeling somewhat satisfied.
She lay panting, and Clara knew then and there that this would be her life now, stealing moments of privacy to masturbate wherever she could, and hoped that the playhouse would often be this empty. She lay there and began one more time, slowly stroking the front of her diaper, smiling ever so slightly for the first time in a month, as she sank into her own filth, and began bucking her hips against her hand.
"Young lady!" a woman's voice suddenly bellowed from the door, and she froze.
To be continued.
Clara's masturbation style.
Part 8 - Clara's First Sister
A nanny was looming at the doorway of the playhouse, where she was crouching and clearly furious at having caught Clara masturbating.
Clara for her part lay on her back, mouth agape, as she looked behind her in shock. She remained frozen as she was when caught, her hands stupidly parked square in the middle of her diaper, where she had been furiously rubbing herself to orgasm.
"Out. Now." the woman boomed, taking Clara by the ear, and dragging her out as she scrambled to get on all fours and follow the painful grip out into the playroom.
"I wasn't - " Clara began in protest, as she stumbled and tripped her way over the plastic doorway.
"You weren't what?" the nanny boomed, and Clara realised that she had just admitted her guilt before even being accused. "Damnit" she thought to herself, scrambling as the woman dragged her fully out.
The nanny let go of Clara's ear, much to the girl's relief, but then the woman turned, and instantly began delivering fast hard swats to Clara's bottom.
"Don't think that I don't know what you were doing young lady" she bellowed, "You were caught playing with yourself, that is very naughty!"
She delivered a harder smack and repeated "Naughty!"
Clara moaned and closed her eyes, knowing that denial would be pointless at this point. Worse, despite her fear, she was still horny as hell right there, and found herself wanting to masturbate as the woman spanked her, despite simultaneously being humiliated and outraged. She mewled quietly as the swats continued, wondering how anybody could get turned on by such a hellish treatment.
The nanny delivered one final swat and then stopped, standing and catching her breath after the hard punishment. "Admit what you were caught doing girl" she growled, "And then apologise for lying. Your punishment may not be as terrible as it could be if you manage that right, but believe me when I say that even then you are going to be one sorry little girl who will second guess being naughty ever again."
Clara felt sick, and gaped while looking at the ground in desperation, wondering if the nanny meant the sensory deprivation cribs, or worse. Suddenly she grew fearful that they might completely prevent her from masturbating somehow, and became desperate to appease this woman who had complete power over her right then.
"I-I was playing with myself miss!" she admitted loudly. "I was playing with myself, and then... then lied. I lied and it was very naughty miss."
Clara glanced up and saw the nanny standing over her crossly, with her arms folded. She huffed and nodded at Clara's response. "And do you think that such behaviour is at all acceptable?" she asked coldly.
Clara shook her head quickly in an almost comical fashion, sending a few tears flying from her moistening eyes. "No miss!" she answered, feeling stupidly like a child talking to a school teacher. "No it was very naughty miss... Please... please punish me miss!"
She wasn't sure if that would work, but it seemed the right thing to say in her desperate moment.
The nanny snorted, "that's a start" she said approvingly. She checked the slip on the back of Clara's diaper, and grew cross. "I see that you're -already- being punished for being naughy earlier today. Tsk, you are a naughty one, aren't you little girl?"
"Yes miss." Clara agreed, nodding her head. She was exhausted after the day of trouble, trouble which she had gotten herself into, and would do anything to appease the woman right then.
The nurse was one of the older staff members - whereas the leggy blonde who's skirt Clara had been caught looking up earlier was perhaps in her 20s - this woman was seemingly in her 40s, and the age difference made Clara feel even younger, and stupider, before her, having been caught masturbating.
The nanny for her part looked at the messy girl, clearly exhausted on her hands and knees, and shook her head at the disobedient naughty thing. Taking a harness and reign from her belt, she clasped it around Clara's shoulders, and then began pulling her along into the playroom.
"Come." she commanded, "nearly all the other girls are in bed. I was collecting naughty stragglers, but you can't have known."
The woman had some mercy in her, Clara felt. "Thank you miss..." she said in a near whisper, as she began crawling.
"Since you're already being punished, your punishment for that disgusting act will be delayed, and you can spent tonight thinking about what a naughty child you are."
"Yes... miss..." Clara agreed, in a trance of exhaustion.
As they went, she realised that Danni must have already been taken to bed when she went in search of a change before. Clara herself was an exhausted mess with hair on her face and new snot caking dry above her top lip.
They finally reached an open double doorway at the tall end of the nursery, and Clara was ready to collapse. The crawl in her enema-laden diaper had taken her last bit of energy out of her, and she just wanted to sleep and hide from the world at that point, even if it meant in a crib again, she'd welcome it right now.
Another nurse took Clara's reign-leash at the door. She had been cleaning up a changing table beside the open door on the nursery side. Clara looked up to see a large diaper pail filled to the brim with taped up disposable diapers, and realised that most of the girls had been changed before bed here. She took one look, and wanted to gag. Dozens of otherwise adult women had soaked and soiled those diapers, and now she was one of them.
The nanny who had brought her over gestured to her pathetic form on the floor. "This little one has gotten herself into a whole lot of trouble, on her first day too," she explained, "No changes until tomorrow morning."
The second younger nanny nodded, "She's the last" she stated, "that's all of them."
She tugged the reigns and lead Clara through the double doors, and looked down at the exhausted girl. "Do you have a big sister yet, little one? Or am I going to have to put you with one of the unpaired girls?
Clara took a moment to find her words after her exhausting crawl. "Sarah Jane Emily" she said in a pant, "I'm sleeping with Sarah Jane Emily tonight."
The woman nodded and turned, and led Clara into a room which she was just too tired to much look at. It was a curved lobby of sorts, with halls leading off in a semi circle of directions - where all the babies slept, Clara guessed.
They stopped at a small sink basin against the wall. Clara, in her tired state, remained obedient while the nanny ushered the girl onto her diapered derrière, after which she brushed Clara's teeth, cooing and coaxing the entire time, and at least being quite gentle about it with the poor worn out slave girl. She knew that if she were disobedient, this nanny would absolutely have Clara over a knee and being spanked within an instant, but for now she let herself bask in the kindness she was receiving when obedient.
When her teeth were brushed, Clara was lead down one of the halls, passing several closed doorways along the way. Each had various crayon drawings and finger paintings stuck to them, and Clara realised that she was looking at the art of the various baby women who were right now sleeping and diapered in those rooms. She sighed, feeling how effective the program was at breaking and regressing them. In the long hall, her rustling diaper was now annoyingly loud, and it crinkled and shifted while she followed the nanny's tapping heels and ankles.
They approached a door which stood open, and turned into the room, thankfully shifting from tiles back onto carpet again. The room was a soft yellow, and had a large breezy feeling about it. It wasn't so bad, Clara thought. A large high window sat against slowly drifting drapes, and in the centre a white crib loomed - tall and thin - in which Sarah Jane Emily sat, a yellow nightie visible with her lower half under the covers, while she stared off into space and bounced a rattle gently on her lap.
Sarah Jane glanced over as the rustling new girl crawled into the room, looking exhausted and a mess. She noticed with a grimace that Clara still had her changing slip on her butt, and realised that she was going to be sleeping in that messy diaper. Sarah herself had a glowing bottom from a major spanking only a few hours before, but sleeping next to the enema filled diaper was something else.
The nurse lead the exhausted girl to the middle of the room, unclasped the child's harness, and then yanked her simple babydoll dress over her head. Clara was too worn out to care much about her now semi-naked state, and made a token effort of covering her breasts while shivering - worn out by the overwhelming day more so than any particular cold.
The nanny dumped Clara's top down a linen chute, and returned with a small white t-shirt which she had taken from one of the many drawers. She pulled the top over the now-obedient Clara's head, which seemed to only really serve as a night bra to protect her breasts - otherwise being so tight that it was essentially see through and pointless.
Watching from the crib, Sarah Jane decided to speak up, against her better judgement. "Um, miss..." she began nervously, "Since Clara is on her first day, and um, probably needs a good night's rest - and is probably really sorry by now - is she perhaps deserving of an early change..?"
The nanny smiled, and looked at Sarah Jane, "Honey, I know that you're an angel, but second guess an adult's decision again and you will join Clara in spending the night in an enema filled diaper."
Sarah Jane froze stiff.
"In fact," pondered the nanny, "Maybe we should, we wouldn't want your sister to feel out of place on her first night now would we? And I heard that you were quite the naughty girl this afternoon, getting into a fight with Gemma and almost losing your angel status."
Sarah Jane rubbed her bottom at the memory, and went silent, glancing back down at the rattle in her lap. "No miss, I'm sorry miss, Clara deserves to be punished and needs to learn her lesson. We all need the grown ups' guidance and decisions miss, I won't forget again."
The nanny smiled, and returned her attentions to Clara, who sat in her own little daze, drooling slightly, no longer caring about anything at this point. The nanny helped her up into the waiting crib, and then helped her crawl over Sarah Jane Emily's legs, after which Clara collapsed onto her stomach in the other side of the crib, completely exhausted, and laying on top of the blankets.
The nurse raised the edge of their prison bed then, sealed a small lock near the top, and walked out without a word.
After a moment of silence, Clara turned on the spot, adjusting onto her back. "Th-Thanks... For trying..." she said sadly.
Sarah Jane nodded. "Almost backfired..." she sighed, "I got an incredible spanking from the teacher after I saw you before, and, I definitely don't need any more today..."
Clara whimpered, her diaper growing clammy after the enema, sweat, and orgasms, and used her last remaining energy to crawl under the blankets. The warmth would probably build up down there, she thought, and would probably keep it a sloppy nightmare. Still, in the morning she would get a change, she thought to herself, not so long now.
The crib was thin, and made it a squeeze for the two of them. Under the blanket she realised that she was crammed against Sarah Jane's thighs, and tried to scoot away a little but found that there was simply no more room.
At least in your crawler diaper there's almost no smell" noted Sarah Jane as if such things counted as positives in this place.
Clara began to fall asleep and was interrupted as Sarah shook her shoulder, and pointed towards the still open-door. "Wait..." she said.
They waited in silence until another nanny entered the room, carrying two oversized baby bottles, each filled with water.
Clara realised that she hadn't eaten or drank anything since before the inspection, and took the bottle in a suddenly thirsty state. She suckled and soon found the nurse cooing to her, stroking her cheek and forehead, and could only look at the woman with desperate adorable eyes.
Finally the two girls suckled their bottles dry, long squelching noises coming as air rushed into the bottles with the final drops. The woman stroked both of their faces and smiled at them, calling them "two little angels" and left again, closing the door behind her.
Finally Sarah Jane sighed, and lowered herself to also join Clara under the covers, with the two girls now only visible from their chins up.
"It's better to sleep on our sides" explained Sarah, "it takes up less room, and... I dunno... you can sort of at least be off in your own little world then..."
Clara thought about it and nodded, with some difficulty turning onto her side. It was hard in her diaper, but she finally managed, and found herself back to back with Sarah, their padded butts inevitably having to press against each other, but finally feeling like she off in her own private little world as she stared at a wall. After a time, she realised that she almost felt alone, and decided that Sarah Jane had been right right.
"Night Clara..." muttered Sarah.
"Night..." answered Clara, staring at the wall in silence. This was better, she thought, then the month spent stuck in a crib and gagged - three girls mewling and never being able to get comfortable - now she almost felt like she had a home in this room. It didn't take long, and her eyes became heavily, and suddenly she was drifting off into a deep exhausted sleep.
She awoke sometime in the the night, it could have been early morning for all she could tell, it was now very dark. She realised that she had basically passed out before, so exhausted from the day, but now had a part of her mind back.
Behind her, Sarah Jane was sleeping quietly, the faint rhythm of her breathing evident to Clara.
Clara's diaper was very warm, she noted, but so long as she didn't move she wasn't reminded too much of just how disgusting it was. She had woken due to a need to pee, she realised. She sighed and didn't even resist, she'd been in diapers for a month, and she barely had to strain to get going, and was soon flooding her diaper.
Four weeks in diapers had reduced her to such a pathetic state, she thought, as her diaper slowly expanded while it drank the seemingly endless torrent of urine. She knew that not even holding back was weakening her - that it had been what had caused her to wet herself so easily when confronted with by Gem - but found it hard to care about potty training now, she could no longer pretend that she believed that she would ever be out of diapers.
Thinking of wetting herself involuntarily, and then thinking of Gem, she squirmed, and then sighed. Gem was to be her other sister, and even now Danni was in a crib with her, somewhere, probably having her sanity fucked out by the strong blonde. She decided that for now she had to steal whatever moment of peace she could with Sarah Jane, and returned to staring at the wall, trying to imagine a fictional grown up life, of all things.
In her fantasy she wore adult underwear and clothes, talked to other adults as equals, and went where she felt like when she wanted. She watched tv late into the night, had showers and used the toilet like a big person, masturbated as she felt like and then got to walk away from any thoughts of diapers.
Instead she was still in a diaper in a crib even after masturbating, she didn't get to just put it behind her, it was her life now. Her fantasy of her adult life drifted into a dream, and suddenly was taken over by a nightmare, as her adult self suddenly wet herself standing on a train. Clara awoke from her daze with a start, and groaned, realising that her toddler life was creeping even into the memory of adult life.
She pouted, and managed to return to sleep after a time. As she drifted away, she noted with some wry amusement that it had used to be her adult self that fantasized about being in a crib in diapers before falling asleep, once upon a time, yet now it was quite the other way around.
Part 9 - Regarding Young Ladies Who Are Caught Playing With Themselves
Morning came, and Clara awoke to find Sarah Jane sitting in bed, reading a simple children's book on "manners", which she must have read a thousand times.
Clara groaned and sat up herself, willing herself to simply wait for her diaper change, which mustn't be so far off now, she figured.
She looked around for something to do, realising that she was bored, and then glanced at the book in Sarah Jane's hands.
Sarah Jane sensed her glance, and passed it to her. "Here. I know every word, but... It's something to do which is better then nothing, somehow... You know?"
Clara nodded, tried to read the book, and then found it impossibly demeaning. It was written for real children, with simple shape characters with arms and legs and faces, learning "manners" in a variety of situations. The banality of it gnawed at Clara's pride, and she handed it back to Sarah Jane after a moment.
"Maybe another time.." she said, suddenly re-motivated to find a way out of this. She wouldn't become like like Sarah Jane, she thought, who for her part took the book and was re-reading it again, as if she were the target age group. They were really regressing in various ways, Clara realised, out of sheer overexposure to a baby life.
She almost smiled - almost - when two nannies entered the room and lowered the side of the crib. She was finally going to get changed, she thought with relief and anticipation.
Sarah Jane climbed out first, and Clara saw that the back of the girl's diaper was soaked with a strong yellow colour which ran from beneath her legs and then up her rear. There was something embarrassing about seeing that elegant girl also be a diaper-using adult baby just like the rest of them, and it caused Clara to blush.
Both girls were stripped down to only their diapers in silence. Clara was put in another child harness, realising then that they were both going out topless, which made her a little nervous. After a moment she found herself dumbly staring at Sarah Jane Emily's breasts, seemingly out of a stupid compulsion to see what was normally hidden, and blushed as she quickly looked away.
Sarah Jane's nurse fetched a bundle of clothes from the cupboard, and draped them over her arm, and then took Sarah Jane out and down the hall by the hand. Sarah Jane parted by saying "um, I'll see you in the playroom Clara..." to which Clara grunted, and then followed her Nanny down the opposite direction in the hall, crawling in her now abysmally dirty diaper used in all three ways which Clara knew how.
They entered a large tiled bathroom, where all the hallways joined again, and Clara noted several other girls were sitting in tubs filled with bubbles or clear water, while nannies scrubbed them everywhere - some sat in a tub by themselves, while others shared tubs in pairs or even one small group. One pair was even being made to wash each other while a nanny supervised and gave instructions.
Clara for her part was led to her own tub, thankfully, and was lain on her back. She finally had her giant stinking diaper untaped, and several layers fell to the floor with a plop. Her nanny took a large wet cloth and wiped her down, holding her above her messy diaper by her ankles, and wiping every which way underneath her. Finally the horrible diaper was rolled up and deposited in a large cloth bin nearby, which by the shadows cast on its side appeared to have several similarly soiled diapers already piled in it. She wasn't even unique, for having a soiled diaper, Clara realised, and realised that every girl in there was probably the same.
The nanny took Clara's hands and pulled her up, then her her stand. Clara was almost shocked by the returned sense of freedom between her legs. She was walked to her tub nearby - naked in front of everybody, not that many were watching - and helped into her bath. She gingerly lowered her butt and privates into the warm water, feeling a sting against her rash. After a moment she was under, and let herself lay back as the strong nanny woman got to work on cleaning her thoroughly.
Clara had been bathed by nannies before, and it never got any better, but this time, in its own way, it seemed almost like visiting a spa resort. Except that she could be spanked at any instant, had a large strong-bristled brush going everywhere, and was only needing to be cleaned so thoroughly because she had been forced into a terrible enema-filled diaper for a day and night, and would be going back into diapers after this. She sighed. Well, it had been a momentary sense of optimism amongst it all. The nanny ordered her onto all fours and began cleaning her again between her legs.
She began watching the others being led naked out of the room, and realised that she was the last there. Finally they were finished, and she left her bath room, watching the water swirl away down the drain.
The nanny dried her all over with a towel, and then said "come," having Clara crawl naked after her back down the hall.
They went back to Clara and Sarah Jane Emily's room, where the nanny fetched an armful of clothes, and then lead the girl naked and crawling out into the playroom. She blushed but allowed herself to be led stark naked in front of many of the other girls, some were naked themselves, and she wasn't risking another enema by being at all disobedient any time soon. She was soon in a queue for the changing tables, the last there, staring at the naked girl standing in front of her, and parked on all fours with her rear end flashing the whole playroom behind her.
She tried to tell herself that they had seen it all before, but still kept her legs closed, and crawled forward between changes.
Soon it was her turn, finally on the changing table, where she was powered, had cream massaged gently into her privates and then rear, and put back into a clean crawler-sized diaper. The nanny blew kisses on her stomach suddenly then, and Clara couldn't help but burst into sudden laughter, which she then tried desperately to stifle, terrified that others in the nursery would see her giggling like a baby girl. She lay on her back not daring to look into into the nursery after that, not that she could see much more than the nanny in front of her, who had just been lifting her butt to the world anyway while she wiped in cream.
After the kissing and blowing causing her to humiliate herself by laughing, she began to sulk, and frowned while being dressed in the clothes which her nanny had fetched. A small yellow t-shirt was pulled over head, followed by denim overalls with buckles, which was snapped over her diaper and had the faintest extrusion of denim shorts at her thighs. Finally her hair was put into braided pigtails, and she was placed on the floor, exhausted all over again, knowing that she must be painfully cute, and was sent off with a playful slap on her rear.
She was facing the nursery playroom once again, and sighed, realising that she already thought of it as 'home'. With a heave she lifted her diapered crotch off of the floor where she had been sitting, and set off in a crawl, looking for her friends Sarah Jane Emily and Danni with nothing better to do.
She hadn't gotten very far when a nurse standing at a doorway spotted her and asked "Have you checked in for breakfast yet sweetie? You're new aren't you?"
Clara shook her head dumbly, and followed the woman's gesture. She crawled past her into a tiled room, and saw highchairs sitting against three of the four walls, filled with girls being spoonfed and facing each other in the half circle. Most of the girls from her time in the bath were here she realised, they were the latecomers. The nanny from the door came behind her, and ushered her over to a waiting highchair. Clara was helped up, and then strapped in, and sat there dumbly after being left along.
She sat there for some time, watching the scene around her, and being thankful for the clean diaper under her denim overalls.
She bit her lip, and then slowly began grinding ever so slightly against the taut straps which held her in place. She wasn't even trying to orgasm, she couldn't reach such a state here, but still felt an almost automatic urge to rub against the pressure come over her.
Trying not to give herself away, she glanced around, fairly sure that nobody eye's were even focused on her, and sped up the grinding, suddenly having to suppress a small sudden moan.
It was about to get out of hand when a young nanny arrived and placed a bowl of milk and cereal down on her highchair and beamed at her. Clara blushed and stopped her subtle grinding, and looked at the floor beside her.
The woman was an experienced expert at feeding babies it turned out, and had a bib around the unenthusiastic Clara in no time, and then began cooing various things about aeroplanes and trains while bringing the plastic spoon up and down and to Clara's mouth.
The bowl of kids cereal wasn't so bad, Clara thought, despite the fact that it was being fucking spoonfed to her while she was cooed at, but otherwise not so bad. The milk tasted weird, probably had things in it which she didn't want to know about, but it was a big improvement over the terrible mush which they had been spoonfed during her hell month.
When it was over, Clara felt the smallest bit proud despite herself with all of he nanny's congratulations being thrown her way for having finished her bowl.
She realised then that the hell month was perhaps largely about setting the bar low, so that this seemed a veritable improvement, despite being absolutely pitiful and embarrassing compared to her normal adult standards. It also sat as a constant threat of what she could return to, if she misbehaved.
She was handed a bottle of dark green vegetable juice, and drank it in silence, watching the few remaining girls there doing the same. She made eye contact with one doing he same, and blushed, and looked down to focus on her own bottle. It was a bit foul, but still not quite so bad. Finally she finished that too, and leaned back, burping once and staring at the roof. She was pretty full, she realised.
Clara sat there for a time, almost feeling good about herself - at least compared to her recent month - when the nanny from the day before, who had caught her masturbating in the playhouse, showed up.
She saw Clara, and scowled. Clara squirted a tiny bit of pee into her diaper, and sat terrified.
She tried to sink into her highchair and disappear, and only managed to make herself look like a coward and an idiot - both of which she was, she decided - as the woman approached, and then towered over her.
"You." the woman bellowed.
"Yes ma'am..." Clara responded automatically, which is all that she had said over and over again to the woman at the end of their discussion the day before. Suddenly the relief of her sleep and diaper change seemed to have disappeared into long forgotten memory.
The woman huffed in her increasingly familiar manner, and lifted the tray of the highchair, then unstrapped the taut straps over Clara's diaper which had been holding her in place.
The trembling fetish writer turned diaper slave was helped down from the highchair, and then strapped into a new child's harness while on all fours.
They stopped at a sink basin near the door, and Clara had her teeth brushed with a disposable tooth brush. The scowling nurse was far less gentle than the cooing and caring nanny from the night before, and Clara realised that she had tears in her eyes yet again. She wasn't looking forward to whatever punishment was coming.
"Oh don't think that a sulk show is going to get you out of this young lady." the woman said in a no-nonsense tone reserved for children. Clara didn't doubt that the woman actually believed she was a child, and was soon crawling after her in the child's harness with a nervous pit in her stomach and the faintest spark of arousal in her crotch. They arrived back at the changing tables where Clara had been dressed before breakfast, and Clara was again helped up and then lain on her back.
She felt her diaper re-opened and her privates exposed to the cool air, and squirmed, which only earned her a hard single spank. She lay there wondering what the hell the woman was going to do to her - there were no enema stations here at least. She worried about some sort of chastity device, some metal contraption which would sit in her diaper and make her all the more uncomfortable.
The woman reached under the table, and then produced another baby-powder canister. She began to sprinkle it all over Clara's crotch and then rear, holding the girl up by her ankle's. The nanny shoved her hand into a plastic glove, and then rubbed the powder into Clara thoroughly, even working it into her anus.
Finally Clara was dropped back onto her diaper - realised that she had been holding her breath - and was taped back into her crinkling children's underwear. Her denim overall was attached back over it, and she was re-lowered to the floor.
"Now." the woman ordered angrily, "Go play, and don't you dare think about being a naughty girl again."
Clara sat on all fours, confused, but took the opportunity to crawl away, quickly, picking up speed and not caring how stupid she looked waving her giant diaper behind her as she crawled.
She began to sweat as she got further away, but kept her fast crawling pace until she had put a distance between herself and the nanny, and found a quiet area of the playroom to catch her breath in. It was there that the sweat in her diaper began to combine with the mysterious powder, and Clara suddenly found that she itched like all hell down there. She squirmed for a moment, and then yelped, suddenly realising that she had been covered in itching powder down there, everywhere, and that it had even been worked into her anus.
Suddenly she was desperate, and crawled a little more, stopped, kicked and spasmed a little on all fours, and then dropped to her stomach and began rubbing her diaper on the floor.
She couldn't get aroused like this, everything was just burning too much, and she began rolling every which way and rubbing furiously at her diaper, laying on her back and lifting her butt off the floor to look at her bulky denim crotch with wide eyed hopelessness.
"Fuck... Jesus..." she whimpered, and began bouncing on her butt, dragging herself along the floor but finding no relief.
A nanny walked past, and Clara called out "Miss!" to her, which all that she could manage in her sweating state.
The nanny looked at Clara sitting and leaning back on her hands, rubbing her diapered butt on the floor and then quickly trying to rub the front also. "What on earth are you doing young lady?" the woman asked, a little amused.
Clara simply gasped and pointed to her crotch. "Punish... powder.." she said, "please..."
The woman smiled and shook her head.
"Somebody has a lesson to learn about playing with herself I think. And really, on your first day - you must be a desperate one mustn't you."
Clara moaned, and began to unsnap her denim overalls.
In a flash the nanny was there, and slapped Clara's hands hard.
"You touch your diaper young lady, and you will get enemas for a fortnight. Do you know what those are?"
Clara nodded her head, and then fell to her back and began wriggling, kicking her legs in the air in a desperate attempt to find what might help.
The woman looked at her crossly. "You can't be away from supervision - not when in trouble for playing with yourself, and especially not when you've just tried to undress yourself. Do you understand?"
"Yesss ma'am..." Clara breathed out between her itching agony.
The nanny clipped a reign to Clara's denim overalls, and started to pull her along.
"Come along, you are to stay in a group of other girls for a bit honey" she said.
"Noooo" Clara moaned, not wanting to make a spastic display of herself in front of the other girls like this.
"Now young lady" the woman growled, "Do you know how to behave?"
Clara nodded desperately, and got to all fours, then crawled in her diaper and denim after the woman, shuddering every so often and spasming a leg out to the side.
By the time they arrived at a group of girls - who were playing with a rolling ball - Clara was able to suppress her physical spasms a little, but was sweating terribly.
"Girls" the woman said, "This is Clara." waving her hand at the pitiful diapered form below her.
"She's not allowed to be unsupervised or alone for now, and I'd like you lot to play with her, and make sure that she doesn't run off. If you lose her, it will be spankings for all of you."
The girls nodded, and looked at Clara. She was clearly new in her crawler diaper, which sometimes meant trouble as she hadn't settled into the order of things here, and could drag a bunch of settled people into her storm - like the two girls yesterday, Sarah Jane and Gem, who had got into some sort of mega spanking because of a new girl.
"Yes ma'am." several of them said, nodding to the woman. They motioned for Clara to join them, sitting in a circle, and resumed their game of rolling a ball around, and, once the nanny had left, talking gossip. Unfortunately their topic today had been the new girls, Gem apparently had one of them herself now, and it seemed best not to talk about all that in front of this crawler.
She spent half an hour there, sitting in itching agony and trying to hide her squirming in her diaper, while she rolled the ball around the group, thinking that at least most eyes were on the ball instead of her denim crotch, which was wriggling back and forth on the carpet ever so slightly.
The girl's had been talking about one of the new male trainers, one had blushed and admitted that she thought that she was kind of cute, the others had scoffed and said that the girl thought that anybody who spanked her was cute, which surprised Clara, but she was beginning to get used to such bdsm centric talk in such a place.
They were interrupted when two nannies approached with a bunch of school uniforms folded over their arms. One had white blouses and blue skirts, and the other had chequered one-pieces.
"Classroom time girls. Hurry up. Time to get ready for school." they ordered, and the girls of the group groaned, but then all held up their arms. Each was undressed, including Clara to her discomfort.
"You shouldn't groan dears" smiled one of the nannies, "a proper education will help you with your future."
They were each redressed in one of the two styles of uniforms. Clara and the other crawlers were put in the more juvenile one-pieces, as well as some of the walkers, while a few of the most senior girls were put in the white blouses and navy skirts.
Clara noticed other groups walking past now, all in school uniform, the whole playroom was going. And there, she saw, went the brunette from her shipping group, following a senior girl in a blouse and skirt. Clara guessed that she had found a "big sister" herself also.
The group of girls now either stood - which was always awkward while diapered - or got onto all fours, and began waddling and crawling.
The diapered schoolgirls began off down the nursery in a loud group, and Clara realised that she was behind, while a nanny tapped her foot impatiently. She set off after them in a quick and clumsy crawl, not wanting to risk any further punishments.
The itching was driving her mad, but she soon caught up to her group. With that she set off after the wall of diapered and school uniforms, or pouring into a room which had a sign above, reading "Little Tots School Rooms", from in which the noise was rising to a crescendo.
to be continued...
A pair of girls in their crib at night.
Getting ready for school.
Part 10 - Back to School
Clara crawled along with the noisy surge of diapered half regressed women in school uniforms. She noticed with some discomfort that she partially felt like she really was going back to school, crawling frantically in her diaper to keep up, and cursed the slave centre once again for their effective regression techniques. The waddling 'senior' girls passed her by while she felt particularly stupid and juvenile down on the floor, crawling stupidly in her thick diaper filled with itching powder.
As the crowd slowed she found herself looking around for other crawlers, if only to gravitate towards, but could only see a sea of thighs, diapers, skirts. The whole thing felt just like a flock of noisy school children, and Clara found herself longing for a group, a clique, and new that it was a regressionary thought, and raged at herself. Yet she couldn't help it, right now she didn't want to be there alone amongst the 'senior' girls, and with the new indignation she found herself wanting to sob, wet her diaper, and orgasm, all at once.
They were waiting in a larger wooden foyer room now, and Clara looked around, seeing a larger variety of uniforms in navy, maroon, or black skirts and dresses, and she began wondering what they all meant.
There was a squeal in front of her, and a teenager or girl in her early twenties fell back and landed a diapered bottom right into Clara's face. She blushed and apologised, then chased off after whoever had pushed her. Clara watched the school skirt and diaper bobbing away, and found herself disturbed for how easily some of these girls had fallen into nasty schoolgirl roles. hey were like a gaggle of loud toddlers waddling to their next preschool class, and Clara wondered how long it would take to reduce her to one of them too. One senior, in a slightly more mature skirt and blouse uniform, even waited around looking disinterested while one of the changing slips bounced visibly on the rear of her diaper, seemingly barely put out by the fact that she was standing around in public with soiled pants. She scowled and lifted one leg, reaching around to scratch herself or readjust things a little, but then went back to waddling around on the spot.
Clara blushed at the sight and glanced down, staring at the polished wooden floor now. Yet standing there on all fours in a crowd was its own torture, as her vagina and rear burned with the itching powder which they had forced throughout her diaper as punishment for masturbating. She was half lost in the distracting agony when a voice called out to her.
"Clara?"
She turned and saw a tangle of red hair, and realised that Danni was crawling towards her. She felt some relief at finally having company, at least now she wouldn't have to feel so uniquely pathetic down there on the floor, below that sea of waddling diapers.
"Hey..." Clara said miserably, and Danni simply nodded and pulled in beside her, clad in a similar short dress uniform. They stared around in silence for awhile, unable to see much over the standing slaves.
"I can't believe we're going back to school..." whispered Clara.
Danni raised an eyebrow, "As opposed to the diapers and cribs and **** that we've been using for the last month?" she asked slightly bemused, but also scowling a little as she mentioned the very disturbing fact that they were wearing and used diapers.
"Oh. Right." blushed Clara, realising that she was probably the only one with prior expectations of this place, which hadn't included going to school, whereas for Danni it was all as equally confusing. She should have seen it coming, Clara realised, she had seen pictures after all... Masturbated to them, after all...
She glanced at Danni, sometimes quite worried that they might one day have the unfortunate ability to read her mind, hearing her thoughts about how this had all been her fantasies...
She had grown slightly wet, and it re-triggered the itching powder, and her line of thought was broken as she winced and tried to alternate lifting her legs behind her off of the ground in alternating order.
Danni thankfully didn't catch the display, and seemed to be on the lookout fo something more worrisome. Clara suddenly remembered Danni's inevitable night with Gem, having not seen her since encouraging her to go find a change at the playhouse the afternoon before.
She was about to ask her redhead slave companion about it, when doors swung open, and the crowd surged again. The two girls looked around in confusion and were overtaken by most of the girls, looking at various options of open doorways. A staff member - a nurse in black heels and a tight teacher's dress - appeared and scowled at them, directing them towards one of the open doors with a swat on each of their backsides and instructions to hurry up. The redhead and the fetishist-turned-slave-girl moaned and began into a crawl, Clara felt moist tears and snot forming yet again but forced herself to hold it in - she wasn't going into this room as a bawling baby.
They entered a large classroom, in which heavy wooden desks were lined up with the senior girls all sitting themselves down into them. Clara looked at them worryingly, thinking of having to sit still on such a surface with the itching powder in her diaper, but then a male teacher who was sitting on a desk in front of the blackboard boomed, "Crawlers, into the playpen!" and Clara and Danni bumped into each other as they crawled desperately for a colourful playpen on the opposite wall, situated in the open space between the student's desks and the teacher's.
Several other crawlers were there, still making their way in, and all had a silent nervousness about them which Clara was sure that she recognised from school, as students going into a frightening teacher's classroom and waiting for him to start and have the worst of it over with. Clara for her part only hoped that being in the playpen kept her largely out of any spotlight, needing terrible to thrash and rub at her diaper now. Not that she would make much progress on the surface of the puffed up slippery disposable plastic surface.
"Sasha" the teacher said then, nodding towards the playpen, and a senior girl sitting at the desk closest to the playpen heaved herself up, waddled over, and closed it on the crawlers. Clara blushed, feeling like like a one year old being put away by a two year old.
From the playpen she had a view up all of the skirts under the desks of the senior girls, and rows upon rows of diapers were evident. For many a subtle hand was creeping down and rubbing or scratching, and Clara wondered if a great deal of them might not also be getting off on this to some extent, unless they were just itchy. Who knows what months or years could do somebody in this place, she thought. They all otherwise sat like teenage schoolgirls, seemingly so easily regressed with just the presence of a teacher, classroom, desks, and a blackboard. Looking at some of the pigtailed forms, she wondered if they might not actually be children, but knew that it wasn't true - dressing petite women this way and treating them as such was able to easily accomplish that effect however, and Clara could already imagine many of them being dragged to restaurants by their slave owner parents, where they would be humiliated while being given kids meals, made to talk to the waiters and waitresses politely, and everything else, once they could no longer really believe that they were free willed adults.
Not all of the crawlers were there, she realised, the third from their crib group wasn't after all, nor some of the crawlers from her recent playgroup. The classes must be run split into sizeable rooms, she realised, and she wondered how she would know which room to go to in the future...
The teacher interrupted everybody's thoughts as he slammed a ruler down on his desk. "Now," he bellowed, "I gave each of you homework during the last lesson for coming up with an original nursery rhyme describing your favourite part of being a mommy's or daddy's little angel."
Most of the girls blushed and shifted, none seemed to meet his gaze, but then he slammed his ruler again and they all gripped their desks and stared straight up at him.
"We are now going to do recitals of our poems before the class," he explained, "starting in alphabetical order."
The girls groaned, and the teacher called "Abbie."
A sheepish Asian girl stood and waddled to the front of the room, turned and looked at the class. She blushed and looked down away from the crowd, then glanced at the teacher, realised that he was more scary than public speaking, and turned back to begin her recitation of her poem while hopping from foot to foot in her diaper.
"Ribbons in my hair," she began, stating the name of her poem.
"I love ribbons in my hair,
they flow here, there, and everywhere.
Some are pink, some are yellow.
Some are fun, some are...
Um... some are..."
She stuttered, suddenly looking panicked as she seemed to have forgotten the next bit of her simple rhyme.
She furrowed her brow and quickly began again. "Some are pink, some are yellow. Some are fun, some are..."
The teacher began tapping his foot, and she turned white. Glancing up, she cringed as she explained "Mister Nedrick sir... I can't remember the next bit of my poem..."
He crossed his arms and glared at her, then shook his head. "When I set homework, I expect it to be done. Do you understand that?"
"Yes sir" she replied.
"Did your other teachers give you too much homework so that you had no time for my class?"
"No sir" she said, hopping from foot to foot.
"Did you have plenty of free time for such a simple task between then and now?"
"I-I did sir." she replied.
"Did you somehow forget that I had explicitly set homework to be done by this week?"
"No sir..." she whispered, now barely audible.
"Speak up!" he barked.
"No sir!" she shouted. "I didn't forget."
He shook his head at her. "Then why do you not remember your poem? Were you just too lazy to remember it?"
She trembled a little. "I... I guess I must have been sir..." she admitted bitterly.
He smacked his ruler on his desk, and everybody jumped, but she just looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. "Please sir, I've been naughty sir, I need your guidance. Please punish me sir."
Clara thought that she could hear Danni's jaw hit the floor, and she wasn't doing much better. The diapered girl had just begged for a punishment, and now silently placed her hands on the teacher's desk and bent herself over. The large man approached and lifted her skirt, picked up a large paddle from his desk, and then started reigning down smacks hard on her padded rear, and occasionally her thighs.
The girl let out muffled cries with some of the blows, but was otherwise still and obedient. She was becoming the perfect slave, Clara realised, and that was the end point of their time in this horrible regression centre, where they were forced to crawl in diapers which they soiled most completely. She tried to imagine herself ever being able to so sincerely beg for a punishment, but just couldn't see it, yet knew deep down that they all probably started off resistant yet ended up there. She glanced at Danni who was watching the spanking while stunned, and could already see how Danni would one day make an excellent slave girl, curling up in her adopted mommy's lap, suckling a bottle, waiting for her wet diaper to be checked, and then mewling happily as she was set down for a nap in a crib. Clara didn't know how many years it would take, but that was there future, she knew then.
Finally the spanking stopped, the girl stood on weak legs which were bright red near the top, and had tears running down her face. She threw herself into a hug with the teacher, and thanked him for teaching her, to which he leant down and kissed her on the forehead, and sent her back to sit at her desk.
Clara was rubbing her diaper against the floor now, masturbating even despite the itching powder, and knew that she wanted all of that for herself too. She wanted to be spanked over the teacher's desk, humiliated and hugged and kissed, and sent back to her own school desk in a room of diapered girls. Even now, here in this nightmarish centre, her fantasies were too strong to ignore, and she had to stifle a small moan which emanated deep inside her, hoping that the other crawlers only took it as a moan about the nightmarish scene in front of them, rather than Clara being brought to near orgasm wishing that it would happen to her. She knew that when it arrived, she wouldn't want it at all, yet while it was still beyond reach for her, it seemed so deliciously tantalising.
From the front of the room, the teacher boomed. "Being able to invent a cute poem for your future parents is an important part of being a perfect little angel," he explained. "Each of you will emerge from this place able to do so with a genuine smile and a curtsy, before your mommy or daddy's guests if need be, do you all understand?"
"Yes Sir." they all answered obediently, while pigtailed heads nodded around the room. Even one of the crawlers had responded, darting to cover her hands with her mouth when she realised that her group wasn't being spoken to, but being so taken in by the teacher's frightening demand for an answer.
Danni crawled to the back, and Clara looked over to see the redhead sitting on the bulk of the diaper between her legs, forward on her hands and looking desperately miserable. She crawled over to join her, and Danni simply whispered "That's going to be us, isn't it?" to which Clara nodded her head in silence, then watched as the next girl rose to read her poem.
--
Eventually the whole senior class had gone up to the front of the room and humiliated themselves. Two more earned spankings from the man, but most recited cute little poems on what they loved about their second baby life. There were odes to rattles and dollies, morning highchair feedings and loving bathtimes, talks of how they had been freed from their past false life, which the teacher nodded most vigorously for. Those confused girls - who had perhaps been originally faking it and then accidentally started to believe it - would make excellent slaves, fearing the mythical adulthood and being unsure about even calling for help in public, not knowing whether they wanted truly to return there. A girl got up and waddled by with one of the changing slips on the back of her diaper, and read her poem all the same, not distracted by what must have been an early morning poop.
Watching the show, Danni had whispered to Clara, "We have to get out of here." Clara only nodded.
Clara was distracted with a toy block which she had found, which she was now subtely grinding against trying to solve her itching powder situation, thankfully which was somehow better now - or which Clara had perhaps just gotten used to.
The teacher had eventually reached G in his alphabetical list, and suddenly called out "Gemma."
Clara and Danni came to instant attention, glad to be hiding down in the crawler pen at the front side of the classroom.
The blonde waddled down the aisles smiling, pigtails swinging as she went. Reaching the front of the room, she looked up with trained wide eyed innocence at her teacher, and stated "I have two poems! I had one prepared, which I think is really good, but just thought of another one then."
The teacher nodded, and Gem beamed, then moved to recite her poem to the entire room.
"My little sister Danni" she beamed.
Danni whispered "Oh fuck me... She wouldn't..."
Gem didn't hear, nor even looked over, and continued with her poem.
"My little sister Danni,
is such a little treat.
We played all last night,
building quite a heat.
I let her play,
a few silly little games,
And even showed her some new ones,
which left her amazed.
All in all,
I think I made my mark.
She's my little sister,
with a special place in my heart."
Gem grinned and a few of the senior girls smirked, while Danni hid at the back of the playpen and was glowing bright red.
The teacher looked at Gem curiously. "Does that mean that you two were up all night playing, instead of sleeping sweetly as you're supposed to do at light' out?"
"Oh no sir" Gemma smiled. "It was me... me... metamaphoremorical sir" she said, showing her excellent toddler abilities. "We played early on, but I slept really well once lights were out."
The teacher nodded and Gem then went back to her original peom, having made her point regarding having claimed ownership of Danni through the raw act of sexual conquest.
"Mister Nedricks' Class" began Gem, with a huge angelic grin.
"I love Mister Nedricks' class,
whether it is held inside or out on the grass.
He teaches us manners,
and all the right grammars,
And with it he shall help us all pass."
She smiled and looked at Mr Nedricks, who nodded but wasn't too impressed, and sent the blonde bully and suckup bouncing gleefully back to her desk.
Clara shuddered and sunk further into the back of the playpen, deciding that she had seen enough.
--
Following Mr Nedricks' class, the girls switched rooms with another set, and had a session with Miss Cagstein. She marched around the room with a cane, while the girls stood in an open classroom this time, staring ahead at the wall.
"Yes Mommy." they all said in unison, practising the brainwashing line.
"Yes Daddy."
"Whatever you say, Mommy and Daddy."
"I love my mommy or daddy, so very very much!"
"I was very naughty mommy!"
"Yes daddy, I need a spanking for my own good."
"I love you daddy!"
"Yes daddy, up my bottom is ok."
"I want it there daddy."
"Mommy, please, let the nurse put it up there."
"Please mommy, I love you so much, I can't bear to be without you!"
"Mommy? Boob drink?"
The indoctrination went on the full hour, girls occasionally screaming as they received a caning for messing it up in some way. Clara realised that she would have to learn how to do this just from watching the senior toddlers before she was finally one of them, or would be in for a lot of punishments from Miss Cagtein herself. Glancing at the earlier crawlers, she saw that some of them were staring and whispering along with the standing girls, trying to learn the lines. Clara glanced nervously at the militia men who stood imposingly against the opposite wall, watching the slave women, and shuddered. She focused on the girls repeating their brainwashing lines, and began whispering each one in repetition a moment after the group.
"Yes Mommy..." she found herself saying. "Please Nanny, I've been very naughty, I need a spanking."
The chants grew into situational relevant lines, and Clara realised that that they were practising with what to say to strangers should they be separated from their slave owner.
"Sir.. Ma'am.. I've lost my Mommy or Daddy, and am not old enough to wander on my own."
"I'm just a little girl"
"I'm tall for my age."
"Please sir, ma'am, I was just being dramatic, ignore what I said before, I tell stories like that all the time."
"No ma'am I was just throwing a tantrum, really, I'm sorry. Please help me find my Mommy and Daddy, I don't know what came over me. That trapped in diapers thing is just one of my silly stories."
"Yes ma'am, I am quite a handful"
"No sir, I was just being naughty with my imagination, please talk to my daddy about it first, he will explain."
"Mommy! Daddy! I missed you!"
It seemed like a lifetime later when the chants finally ended. When it was over, Clara feared that she would still be able to hear the words echoing in her head at every moment from then on. She could already picture herself, lying in her crib at night, whispering the lines in practice until she was as good as them.
Danni whispered to Clara, "There's no way that this would work on me..."
"Try saying it over and over for months or years" replied Clara, sulking. "Combined with everything else here..."
Danni looked concerned, then defeated, then nodded.
Clara had no doubt that this centre knew exactly how to reprogram its slave women this way, and that every single crawler had thought that she wouldn't be affected by it, that she could fake it without ever actually making it. But Clara knew better, and already began to picture what it would be like when she was truly broken, and would come bounding up to the cruel mommy who her captors had promised, right back at the beginning.
Some of the girls were tested on individual chants now - one empathetically begged a fictional stranger not to take her story about being an adult woman in diapers seriously, that it was all dramatic, and even started crying as she begged the invisible civilian not to believe any of it and to just take her back to her mommy and daddy, suddenly fearing their wrath would be even worse if she didn't at least try to undo her mistake.
Finally the stern woman's class was over and the whole group was reunited in a large dancing hall for ballet. The crawlers were put in leotards and tutus all the same, but looked like ridiculous babies as the pink and white leotards stretched over their giant diapers, while they were unable to stand and could simply crawl in their special group getting pre-ballet training. Clara made a few leg kicks, winced against the itching powder, and felt herself running wet from arousal during the whole thing. The standing girls waddled around in their tutus looking cute, performing a variety of pretty dance manoeuvres that so many buyers would like to see their new daughters making.
Some of the girls seemed to even be having genuine fun, as they showed off dance moves to each other and seemed to have lost their ability to see their own indignant new selves at times any more. Clara remembered Sarah Jane Emily's words, about how all of them were picked for being suitable for this, and suspected that there was some truth to that. She spotted Sarah Jane, in a black tutu with white leggings, logging like a goth china doll as ever, and doing high kicks for a teacher while her face wore a complete deadpan expression.
Finally they were released, emerging out into sunshine in high-walled play yard for a recess. Clara could only hope that there wouldn't be more school after this, it was making it extra difficult to rub away at her diaper which was all that she wanted to do any more, though for entirely different reasons to the erotic afternoon before.
Back in her school dress, she entered the yard late, and crawled around on the grass until she found Danni. The girls had filled a variety of sandpits, shady tree spots, and seats along the side of the building where drink taps were available.
"Clara" Danni asked carefully, "Do you think that I could pass for a little girl? In public I mean?"
Clara looked away, already knowing the answer. "Not in that comically thick diaper no, but, like, in a dress and overalls, with pigtails or something, yeah, probably. Not everybody here will be in public though" she said hopefully, realising after that it wasn't really any help.
Danni sat silently. "And I'd have to play along to some mommy or daddy? I wouldn't even be able to help it."
"Pretty much, I think" Clara answered gloomily. "They'll know when we're truly broken, they've done this before, and then we'll go squealing to some mommy or daddy and load our diapers and blush, but I think that deep down we'll still know exactly what's wrong, but will by then just be unable to stop ourselves any more.
"Just surrendered..." thought Danni out loud.
"Yeah... It's already so hard to imagine trying to go back to my adult life after this... Explaining this... It almost seems easier to just play along from here on out now. At least nobody outside of this will ever know about my humiliation then..."
Danni nodded, knowing that it was foolish defeatist logic, but knowing that it spoke to her.
"By the way..." began Clara nervously, wondering how best to broach the question, "How was, um, Gem, in a crib last night?"
Danni turned beat red and instantly looked away. "Let's talk about something else" she said quickly.
Clara nodded slowly, not feeling any more enthusiastic about he night ahead now. She sighed and shifted in her itchy diaper, began scratching at it having long since given up trying to hide it now, and decided that she wanted to whine about it more than keep it secret at this point. "Fuck..." she whispered, "They put itching powder in my diaper, and it's been driving me mad all day..."
Danni looked down at Clara's puffy humiliation pants, mortified. "Why'd they put itching powder in your diaper?" she asked, gaping.
"I, uh..." Clara stumbled, realising that eventually Danni would now find out that itching powder was used on girls who masturbated, and then would realise that Clara was masturbating in her enema filled diaper on her first day, and then... well, Clara just hoped that Danni wouldn't put two and two together beyond that, and only presume that Clara was just an overly horny individual, rather than being a huge secret fetishist for all of this, and possibly having written some of the horrific scenarios which they themselves were encountering.
"I um got in trouble" she simplified, leaving it at that.
"****, there she is" Danni said, suddenly distracted.
Clara glanced up in confusion, and then spotted Gem and three other girls waddling about.
"Let's face the other way." she suggested.
"We'll stick out in these uniforms" Danni reminded Clara, "We should go join some of the other crawlers in a sandpit, at least then we can't be cornered alone like jail toys for those girls."
Clara nodded, and they both began quickly crawling for the sandpit. She looked around, and finally saw Sarah Jane talking to some other senior girls, sitting in the shade on a small ledge of the large outer wall around their play area. She wanted to go there for help, but suddenly felt too babyish, being a crawler and all, and felt that Sarah Jane was her big sister but even that didn't let her cross school social bounds.
'Oh, poor little fetish girl' she mocked herself, 'Trapped in her sexual fantasy and oh so horrified.'
They reached the pit and were exhausted, and Clara wondered how long it would be until they stopped being crawlers. There were other crawlers here, and yet only Clara's group was considered new, so she realised with some disappointment that it would be weeks, if not months, before she walked - or waddled - again.
Perhaps if she put on an angel act, she thought, she might be able to speed things up. The thought struck her then, that such thinking was likely exactly what had caused some of the other girls to fall into their baby states - thinking that they could fake being regressed angels, but then it backfiring as it became natural for them. But to not be a crawler, she thought, might be worth meeting that inevitable regressed state anyway...
They found protection from Gem in the sandpit, but then suddenly seemed out of place there. Clara and Danni took positions and joined in the construction of the waterway which the girls were building to entertain themselves, seemingly long since having gotten over the shocking realisation that this was incredibly childish.
"The river is going to go from there to here" explained one girl, pointing.
"Oh," Clara replied nodding, and began digging her section. She found it harder to grind her diaper for relief on the sand, but couldn't bring herself to just awkwardly get back up and leave the sandpit now.
Soon one of the girls picked up the bucket of water which sat at the end of the pit, and poured it into the beginning of their combined river. They all watched in fascination as their work was put to the test, and the water ran through the snaking path which they had dug, passing between the small sand-pile "buildings" which lined the banks.
Clara stared, and felt relief when her section working out ok. She realised that she was happy for having done well in a preschool sandpit, and wanted to kick herself, but was too tired to care for long. Instead she simply watched the water continue to see how the other girls' sections did, and joined in a bit of communal sense of triumph when the whole river worked from end to end.
They were interrupted by a teacher's call. "Lunchtime girls!" came a woman's voice, and they all looked up, staring hungrily at small tables covered with triangle sandwiches which had their crusts cut off. Together they started crawling towards the preschool lunch, and Clara wondered what she had become.
To be continued...
The confusing lives of diapered adult school girls...
 
