Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Humble Games Voting!

Hopefully you all remember The Humble Games, which I'm playing one of the characters in. It's been on hiatus for a while now, but there was just a new chapter posted a few days ago, and now the first round of voting has begun! So, go check it out. I don't want to say who I'm playing so I don't possibly sway the votes one way or the other, but I'm hoping you guys do vote. And enjoy!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 40

Chapter 40 - Which Dreamed It?

Alisa had been staying away from the AB/DL message boards since she'd gotten back, not feeling any great need to relive bits and pieces of her adventure in the stories there, but as she got more distance from it, she found herself checking them every now and then, catching up on what had been going on. She'd never been a particularly active member of the community, however she did follow a few artists and authors, and it was nice to see what they had been up to during her partially self-imposed exile.

She hadn't expected to come back to any big news, since there was so rarely any of that of any real consequence on the boards, and she wasn't disappointed. Even so, she was pleasantly surprised to see that a new AB diaper had come out, a particularly cute one, extra thick one, covered in infantile designs. Even in the pictures, she could tell that they weren't nearly as cute as any of the ones she'd worn in the diaper dimension, but they were better than any of the other diapers she'd seen in the real world. They'd gotten some good reviews, and the site selling them was running a special on them since they were new, so she took a chance on them. The best part about them, however, was the fact that it wasn't just diapers - there were also training pants, offered for both boys and girls.

Alisa wasn't sure she had ever seen pull-ups designed especially for ABs before, so it was an exciting find for her, especially considering how much she hated her current brand. She couldn't find as much information about them, but she was more than happy to order a package of them anyway, even if they were more expensive. She wasn't sure if she would wear them to work or not - they were probably more absorbent, since there didn't seem to be much that wasn't, but they were also pretty clearly not meant as a purely functional incontinence aid. It might be inappropriate, though she did actually need them, and Ms. Farber had basically suggested them... She was debating what she would do about them even before she even hit the Order button.

She was pleasantly surprised by just how quickly they arrived, especially considering she had gotten the cheapest shipping. Curiously, she looked at the return label, a bit shocked to see that they had come from the same city she lived in, from an address that sounded vaguely familiar, although she couldn't quite place it. It hardly mattered, of course, certainly not as much as the quandary she found herself in as to where it would be proper for her to actually wear them. That, too, wound up being easier to solve than she'd imagined after a close call at another interview that left her pull-up soaking wet, trickling stray urine down her legs as she shook in her boots, praying it wasn't bad enough for a damp spot to show on camera - luckily that didn't happen until the van ride home.

The diapers and pull-ups did their best to look like the baby versions, though of course they couldn't use copywrited characters. Instead, generic cutesie characters danced across the front of the diapers, which had only one surprisingly strong tape on each side, and the training pants had princesses, but not specifically Disney ones. They both had wetness indicators on the crotch, little hearts and stars on the diapers, and crowns and scepters and ponies on the pull-ups. The pull-ups even went the extra mile to act just like the smaller versions of themselves, and produced a cool sensation when wet. The website had said they planned on making some without that, too, to help bring the costs down, but for the moment they were unavailable.

As a whole, they were even higher quality than she had ever expected them to be, and there was no doubt that they were worth the money. The website hadn't looked all that advanced, so she was a little surprised to see that the packages had QR codes on them, and even more surprised when, curious, she'd scanned them with her phone and been taken to a product registration page, rather than just the normal webpage. She wasn't sure why anyone would feel the need to register diapers, since she was pretty sure all it would earn them was some extra spam mail, and yet, for the heck of it, she'd done it anyway, thinking that, at the very least, they might notify her when the non-cooling pull-ups were available. She used her AB e-mail, of course, and almost all she got there was already spam, so she doubted it would make too much of a difference. Besides, it wasn't as if the company didn't already have her information from her order in the first place.

The pull-ups were definitely thicker than the ones she had been using, though not enough to make them too difficult to hide under her regular clothes. If she weren't going to be on film, she would have felt comfortable wearing them with just about anything she owned, but she decided it would be best to play it a little safe for now, opting for a longer skirt than normal. They worked wonders, never coming close to leaking, or, as far as she knew, to being shown off inadvertently, although she had to admit that she wasn't a fan of the cooling. It was much more intense than she'd expected, stopping her mid-sentence the first time she'd felt it. She would definitely switch to the regular kind once they were available, but for the time being, these would do quite nicely.

That afternoon, she sat down at her desk, happy with herself as she checked her e-mail. She was surprised to find several more notifications for comments on her Facebook page, and a little scared to look at them, considering what had happened the last time. Yet, when she went to her page, there was nothing there. "Weird," she muttered to herself, squirming a little in her desk chair, tugging up on her skirt a little - she had apparently chosen clothes just a little too loose, to make sure that they were baggy enough to cover her trainers. Now that she had spent a little time in them, she felt much more comfortable, and less worried about them showing, making her with she had gone with something just a bit tighter.

She stared at her blank Facebook page for another minute, then, on a whim, decided to refresh it before she closed it. Shockingly, another comment popped up, this one a link to a Youtube video with the simple caption of "lol". It looked like a regular Youtube link, nothing that seemed likely to give her work computer a virus, so she clicked on it, then immediately switched back to her other tab, cheeks burning, as she saw a video of herself, in the middle of an interview, sucking her thumb. Frantically, she tried to delete the comment from her page, only to get an error message. When she refreshed the page, the comment was gone.

She looked around the office, making sure nobody was watching, then scooted as close to the screen as possible to try to block out any prying eyes, and went back to the video. As it turned out, it was a supercut of all her embarrassing moments, all of her thumbsucking, her accidents, everything. She got more and more mortified the longer she watched, and more furious. This had to be one of the jerks from editing, she knew, or one of her cameramen - the latter seemed even more likely as she saw the last clip, an off-kilter shot of her the day before, getting out of the van after the interview with a wet spot on her pants.

Furious, she sent Ms. Farber an e-mail with the video's url, then stomped to the woman's office. "This is completely unprofessional!" she raged as she made Ms. Farber watch the video. "Someone in the office is trying to humiliate me! It's not fair!"

"I'm very sorry this happened, dear," Ms. Farber told her calmly. "I promise you, I will look into it and make sure to take the proper disciplinary action."

"You'd better," Alisa pouted.

"You're new, I'm sure this is just hazing," Ms. Farber reassured her. "Still, they certainly should not have posted this in a public place like that. I'll see what I can do about getting it taken down, all right?"

Alisa nodded, thanked the woman, and, not knowing what else to do, left the office. She couldn't stand to look at her co-workers, however, and most of her work was done anyway, so she left, driving off to try to calm herself down. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but found herself pulling into an electronics store. She'd put off buying a new TV for a while, even almost considered staying without one, but that was just the sort of extravagant purchase she needed to make herself feel better. At least then she could watch herself, remind herself that, despite her little problems, things were working out, and maybe, eventually, she could look back on her trip to the other world and say that it was for the best. Her job was better, at least, and she was sure that, after enough time, all that hypnosis that had been used on her would wear off, and things would go back to normal.

Indeed, it was nice to watch herself on the news that evening, curled up in one of her new diapers - after being sure to empty her bladder so she wouldn't wet it right away when she attached the tapes - and her nice, comfy pajamas, proud of herself for making it through her segment without any incidents, mostly. She did catch the moment that she had her accident, and watched herself cower down a little, blushing, but she was sure nobody else could tell exactly what was going on there. Once the news was over, she flipped through the channels, since she had never heard of the next show on her network, and it didn't sound all that interesting. She'd canceled her cable when she'd first gotten back, since she had no TVs, which left her with only a few options, none of which had anything that seemed worth watching, so, rather than sitting around and continuing to fume about the Youtube video, she went to bed early yet again.

That night, however, she didn't stay asleep. She woke up a few hours later, feeling confused as she glanced outside her window and saw that it was still dark. She tried for a while to get back to sleep, but when that didn't work, she wandered back out to her living room, grabbing a banana for a midnight snack before turning the television back on. While she didn't enjoy insomnia, she saw it as a sign that her sleeping patterns might finally be going back to normal, a good sign that she was right, and everything else would eventually work out, back to how it used to be. She was also grateful for her impulse buy that day, to keep her entertained until she could drift off again, even if it did have only a few channels to offer at the moment.

After flipping through a few sets of commercials and an infomercial, she wound up back at her own network. She wasn't expecting anything much better, but she did have to admit she was curious as to what the channel actually showed, other than the news. It probably wasn't the best time to find out, she knew, yet given her other options it would just have to do. It was in the middle of a commercial break at the moment, so she cuddled up on the couch to wait through it, hardly paying attention to the shots of teenagers running around until the ad reached the end, flashing up a picture of a package of the diapers she'd just bought.

She sat up slightly, surprised. She'd never seen a diaper like those advertised except on the internet, and even there only among the diaper boards. It was definitely a strange, bold move, but then, she reasoned, the commercial had mostly just focused on people doing normal things, not emphasizing what it was about until the end, and not even mentioning the little design details that made them so desireable among her community. Plus, since it was still just a local network - though Ms. Farber talked all the time about their plans to expand - and the diapers were made somewhere near there as well, perhaps that was why they were getting some air time. Still, it was a bit strange.

But nowhere near as much as what came on the screen next. As soon as she heard the music, a cold chill ran through her body. It couldn't be... Could it? She was curious, but at the same time, she didn't want to know, started lifting her remote to change the channel, only to feel her hands grow clumsy, dropping the remote as a very familiar image popped on screen, making her begin sucking her thumb reflexively, drawn in, not so much by the actual story, but by the hypnotic messages she knew the thing was swarming with. She whimpered, unable to help herself, trying to work out how it could be here, what it could mean, at least until the calming effect of her finger in her mouth and the show numbed her enough that she stopped thinking about much of anything.

"Did you use your diapers, boys and girls?" Oliver asked her from the screen.

"That's what good girls and boys do!" Naomi was eager to add. "You know what else is fun? Bouncing!" The cartoon characters on the television began jumping up and down, and, like a puppet, Alisa felt her body sitting up, settling onto her padded bottom with a messy squish as she realized the consequences of her thumb-sucking, and then, unable to stop herself, begin to bounce up and down. She could feel her mess spreading all through her diaper, covering every inch of her skin down there as she tried futilely to stop herself, feeling both ridiculous and scared at the same time. At least in the other dimension, when this sort of thing happened, she had always had someone else to help her change - here, on the rare occasion she'd messed on accident, she'd always been careful not to move around too much if she could help it to make cleaning up easier. That wasn't going to be possible this time, obviously.

"Wasn't that fun?" Oliver inquired at last, as that segment ended, leaving Alisa to settle into the couch, disgusted, yet relieved. "It's a good thing mommy or daddy is there to clean you up, isn't it?"

"What if they don't have a mommy or daddy?" Naomi asked, eyes wide. "That would be so sad!"

"That is sad!" Oliver agreed. "It's a good thing the nursery is almost done! Then they can go there to be taken care of!"

"Yay!" Naomi jumped in the air. "That's great!"

Alisa's stomach churned. They couldn't mean... that... kind of nursery... Could they? She had a very bad feeling about all of this, and it was only made worse as the episode ended and the credits flashed by. She was sure she saw Bremer Enterprises on there, but since she didn't have any cable, she was also out of a DVR, so she couldn't rewind to check for herself. There was no way to miss the very last image, however - the logo for the NOW network, the one from the front of the building she went into every day, the letters rotating, then sliding down into a line, more letters sliding out of each of them to reveal the full name. Naomi and Oliver World.

Finally free of the hypnotic effect of the show, Alisa managed to yank her thumb free and hop off the couch, that bad feeling growing as she toddled over to her desk, shuffling through the papers there to find her last pay stub, and her notebook from her old job, then made her way to the kitchen, grabbing the box the diapers had come in, holding the stub against the return address label. Had she been back in the diaper dimension, she knew exactly what she would find - she wasn't entirely sure what it meant that she still found it anyway. The two addresses matched up. The same place that owned her network also made those diapers, and they both just happened to be at the same address as Dr. Bremer's lab.

This was wrong, there was no doubt about that. Whether she had created a whole new dimension with the device, or she'd brought back part of the diaper dimension with her, things were not as they should be. She suspected it was the first option, since the NOW network was a little older than her arrival back in this world, at least until she remembered that Selena had mentioned Vera Bremer had found some new spot to use as a testing ground. Either way, whether this was an old or a new universe, she had brought this here.

And, as she found out a moment later, she was caught in its trap just as much as the other unsuspecting citizens. Because when she looked back over at the television, she saw herself. At first, she thought it was the Youtube video, being broadcast for some reason, since it was showing her old pull-ups failing her time and time again, but cut into the images of her at work were videos of her at her apartment. Chills began to run down her spine as she saw herself opening the package of diapers just that morning, her letting the new pull-ups snap into place, and then her accident during the interview that day. Then a picture of the pull-ups, with the website address, flashed on screen.

They had made her into a spokeswoman for their diapers, without even telling her, and what was even more disturbing was that they had to have done it by having hidden cameras in her apartment. She didn't know how many there were, or where they are, but just the thought of them made her skin crawl, made her feel violated. She'd thought she was safe, finally, but nothing could have been further from the truth.

She wanted to change, yet after seeing those pictures of her here, she wasn't about to, not yet. She rushed to her bedroom, pulling out a suitcase and beginning to throw clothes into it, heart hammering away in her chest. Her cell phone rang, but she was too busy thinking to even consider answering. If Dr. Bremer was behind this, what did that mean? Was it the same Bremer she had interviewed, or had she been taken over by the consciousness of the Bremer from the diaper dimension? Had that Bremer made a deal with this one? Or, if this was a whole new world, was this a whole new Bremer, created from Alisa's mind, just as devious as the one from the diaper dimension? She knew the woman was her only ticket home, if this place wasn't it, but she couldn't imagine any of those options actually leading to a trip back through the door.

Instead, she just needed to get as far away from here as she could, and try to warn people about what she knew was coming. It seemed unlikely that there would be as many people here drawn to Naomi and Oliver, and the slippery slope of doom they represented, but there were still enough that Alisa knew she couldn't just let them walk into that danger blindly. She'd have to go into the forums, post some kind of a warning. She thought back to the diapers, and her pull-ups, and that strange cooling sensation they'd caused. In her mind, she replayed the video of herself during that interview. She thought she'd seen herself cower a little, embarrassed, but what if it had been more than that? Quickly, she stripped out of her pajamas and tried on another outfit, finding that, sure enough, despite having fit perfectly the last time she'd worn it. Dr. Bremer had found some way to alter Bianca's shocking diapers to make the initial effect a little less jarring, while keeping the secondary, much more worrying, one.

She needed to warn people to stay away from those as well. The fact that they were using her, without her permission, to advertise them made her feel even more queasy than it had before. How dare they do this to her? This may be her fault, but that didn't mean she endorsed it! In fact, she was going to do everything she could do stop it!

Her cell rang again, for what seemed like the hundredth time. Just to shut it up, she picked it up, cradling it against her shoulder as she began to closer her suitcase and leave. "Do you know what time it is?" she asked, annoyed.

"Do you?" asked Ms. Farber's voice. "Good little girls shouldn't be up this time of night, especially not watching TV."

"I know you're watching me!" Alisa shot back. "Well, watch this, bitch!" She stuck out her middle finger, circling it around her head since she wasn't quite sure where the cameras were. "Well, guess what? I quit! And you had better stop playing that commercial of me, or I will sue your pants off!"

"You will do no such thing," Ms. Farber told her simply. "You can't quit now - you're about to get your own show. We have the first few episodes already edited and ready to go. It's a thrilling little tale about a spunky little girl who's trying to make it in the news world despite a little... handicap. We're billing it as a mockumentary, though we know the truth about that, don't we? I think it will be a big it, almost as big as Naomi and Oliver. So why don't you put down that bag of yours, get yourself in a fresh diaper, and go back to bed. Otherwise, maybe you'll have to spend your nights at the nursery once that's up and running."

"I don't want your show. I don't want anything to do with you. I'm getting out of here, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Alisa hung up angrily, picking up her suitcase and marching through her apartment, knowing it would be better to get out before the woman found some way to demonstrate how wrong she was about that. She didn't particularly want to show up at a friend's place like she was now, in a messy diaper, so she'd probably have to spend the night at a hotel. From there, she could figure out where to go, and what exactly she was going to do.

But the night held one more surprise for her. As soon as she opened the door, ready to head out on her latest adventure, she found her path blocked by something large and metallic. Before she could react, a metal arm shot out, wrapping around her, circling her arms and pressing them against her body, making her drop her suitcase, winding up behind her, at a perfect angle to pull back her already slightly loose skirt and her diaper to give her a check. "What a messy girl," Robo-Nanny's mechanical voice observed. The hand continued to hold open the rear of her diaper, as she felt something slide into it, and a moment later she felt a thick goo being pumped into the already messy garment. "We wouldn't want you to get a rash."

Alisa opened her mouth, though she wasn't sure if she was going to scream for her or beg for mercy, only to lose the opportunity to do either as the robot pushed a large pacifier into her open, eager mouth. That hand then reached into Alisa's pocket and pulled out her cell phone, hitting a button before holding it up to the girl's ear.

"On second thought," Ms. Farber said, "maybe your show will be about a spunky little reporter, and the robot caretaker who makes sure she stays in line every minute she's not at work. How does that sound? Oh, I think it will be a hit. Everybody is going to be so jealous of you, Alisa! They'll want their own robot... At least until they get it. I'll see you at the office tomorrow, dear, bright and early."

Robo-Nanny turned off the phone, then, satisfied that the diaper was filled to the brim, stopped the flow of the goop before picking Alisa up so it could come inside, closing the door behind it. The thing carried her through the house, back to her bedroom, where it stripped off her clothes, put her in a nightshirt, and tucked her snugly into bed. "Night-night, Alisa," it told her, switching off the lights.

It didn't leave, however. In the dark, she could see it cleaning up the mess she had made while packing, then going through her clothes, picking out her normal panties and tucking them away inside its mechanical apron. Alisa had a strong suspicion she would never see them again. Once it was done, the robot came to a stop on the other side of the room, facing her bed, watching her. Always watching.

For the first time, she hoped she hadn't found her way home after all, that she hadn't doomed the real world to being taken over by Dr. Bremer. Of course, if it wasn't, it meant she had created a whole new dimension that seemed to exist for that sole reason, while it was possible the same thing was happening back in her home dimension, if that truly had been where Vera was running her tests. Of course, the beauty of alternate dimensions is that she knew that, somewhere, there was a place where this wasn't happening, where she was free, an adult who perhaps occasionally enjoyed wearing a diaper.

Maybe that version of her would dream about her reality that night, would wish that she could live in a world like this one. Maybe someday, she'd even get that wish granted, to find that it wasn't as much fun as she'd hoped - or maybe it would be. Maybe that version belonged here as much as Alisa wanted to be there. Maybe one day, she'd find a way back through that door, and this time it would open to that world.

But for now, she didn't even dare try to make it to her own bedroom door, not wanting to give Ms. Farber any footage of her being spanked by Robo-Nanny for her show, though she had a feeling that wouldn't last for long. It never seemed to, no matter what world she was in.

The End

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone for reading, and sticking with this story for so long! It's my longest so far by quite a bit - by comparison, the original Alice's Adventures in Wonderland AND Through the Looking Glass are about 57,250 words long, or about 160 pages of just text. This story is 195 pages, and about 119,400 words. Thank you all for your words of encouragement, and your suggestions, whether I used them or not.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 39

Chapter 39 - Down the Rabbit Hole

"How long have you been doing this?" Alisa asked, smiling brightly as she gave a look to the camera, waiting for a response. Behind her milled a cheerleading squad who was on their way to a national competition, warming up for practice while she spoke to their captain.

She had to admit, she'd felt a little nervous agreeing to the interview, and even now - it was still difficult to accept that she was back in reality, and that, most likely, the cheerleaders weren't going to try to diaper her for some strange reason. In the stories, they always seemed to be the bad guys, except for the one team member who wound up in diapers herself, but she wasn't in one of those stories, not anymore. At least, she was pretty sure she wasn't.

It was hard to know for sure, of course. Everything had seemed to be normal when she'd arrived, finding herself back in her apartment. The place almost looked as if it had been robbed, since her televisions, microwave, and various other electronics had been dismantled, parts taken from them and made into a variety of strange devices that were strewn around the place with no indication as to what they were meant to do, but that only made her feel a little more certain that she was in the right place. No doubt that was the work of Emily, trying to do God only knew what with the technology available to her. She had been a little scared to touch any of the things the girl had built, at least until she had smashed them all.

Part of her felt a little sad as she'd destroyed them, wondering if they could possibly have been some great new invention to this world, something that would let her earn a fortune - which she would need, considering the voicemails waiting for her from the office, asking where she was, and then finally firing her - but she knew it wasn't worth the risk to actually test them herself. She might have escaped the other dimension, but another fugitive from it had built them, so there was no telling what they might do, if they were even in working condition. She felt much better once they were out of her apartment, even though it now seemed awfully bare with so many of her electronics gone.

She'd spent the first few hours back terrified that she would be pulled back into the other dimension at any moment as the other her stepped through the door to try to take her place. The fact that she wasn't made her feel suspicious that she hadn't wound up in the right place after all, though everything else seemed to be right. She even called Dr. Bremer, claiming she was thanking the woman for the interview - and lying when she said that it would be published soon - just so she could inconspicuously as possible ask if the woman happened to have a twin, and confirm the spelling of her first name, just to be safe. She knew that probably made her look like an idiot, since there weren't that many ways to spell 'Astra', but it seemed less embarrassing than simply asking for the woman's name straight out. It was also a relief to know that Astra Bremer did exist in this world, even in the off chance it wasn't Alisa's, and that she was working on the same thing that the other Dr. Bremers had been.

She was still a bit afraid that she could wind up in the diaper dimension at a moment's notice, but the longer she managed to stay put, the less it worried her. With everything that was going on, it was certainly possible that the other her had been stopped from walking through the door, maybe even by Emily, who probably wasn't very happy to find herself back home in a body that was suddenly a couple feet shorter than it should have been, and in a messy pair of training pants. Or the door might only work for one trip before needing its destination recalibrated. She really had no idea, which made her wish she'd stuck around a little longer, to try to find out a little more about it before she went through. She had known that was quite possibly her only chance, however, so she'd had to take it, and take it right then. She hated to think what Emily, brought back into the other Alisa's body, would have done to her if she'd seen what Alisa had done to her body.

The whole thing had left her feeling rather disoriented, like a very long, very bizarre dream that felt intensely real in the moment, until you look back on it the next morning. Already, parts of it seemed to be slipping away, details muddying when she tried to recall them, forcing her to write as much of it as she could down. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it, but it seemed like something too big for her to simply let vanish into the mists of her mind completely. Some days, she suspected that it really had been a dream, some strange hallucination cooked up by Dr. Bremer to mask the fact that her machine didn't really work.

The only evidence she had to the contrary was in her mind. On the days she felt especially anxious about being replaced by the other her, she found herself unable to stop herself from sucking her thumb, something that, unfortunately, produced the same result here as it had in the other world. She also had to be very careful when she got dressed, or went to the bathroom, as the slightest brush of her hand against the wrong part of herself resulted in an accident - she always had to make sure she used the bathroom before she took a shower. Even though she'd been thrilled to be able to wear real panties again when she'd first gotten home, it wasn't long before she started wearing pull-up style diapers instead, just to be safe. They were nowhere near as comfortable here, or as thick, and they didn't do nearly as good a job, but she refused to go back to full-blown diapers all the time.

There were definitely times when she re-thought that decision, however. "Umm... Ma'am?" the captain gave her a strange look, blushing a little empathetically. "I think maybe..."

Despite her experience in the other world, where her actions would have earned her an almost immediate diapering, she still couldn't help herself from immediately uttering a frustrated, "Not again!" as she looked down at her crotch before the girl could even suggest what she was talking about. Sure enough, there was a wet spot forming on the crotch of her pants there, much to her dismay. The sight of it only frazzled her nerves further, making it all the more difficult for her to get her muscles back under control. By the time she managed it, her bladder was so close to empty that there was almost no point in stopping, though she did it anyway.

Alisa blushed furiously, giving the cut off signal to her cameraman before turning to the cheerleader, trying to hold her hand in front of the wet spot without getting too close to it. "I'm so sorry, dear."

"It's all right." The girl seemed fairly confused by it all, but not at all malicious as she offered, "Let me take you somewhere you can get cleaned up."

"Thank you," Alisa nodded, handing over her microphone and grabbing her purse before hurrying after the cheerleader, trying to keep as many of the girl's squadmates from seeing her as she could as she hustled into the locker room. She always kept a spare pull-up in her purse, since she went through quite a few considering how un-absorbent they were, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do about her pants.

"Here's a towel... I don't have any spare clothes, or I'd let you borrow some," the girl she'd been interviewing minutes before worried. "Uh... Why don't you get cleaned up, and I'll see what the school nurse has that you can use?"

Before Alisa could protest, the girl was gone, leaving her there in her wet pants. She was moments away from being discovered by a much meaner cheerleader than the captain, and if that didn't happen, she was sure the school nurse would be along, waiting for her after her shower with a thick diaper, and quite possibly a thermometer to see if she was sick, and a paddle to use on her if she wasn't, and had just peed her pants because she was a lazy little brat. Then the cheerleaders would adopt her as their mascot, taking her to the competition with them in her own version of their uniform, one with a much shorter skirt that showed off her thick, thirsty diapers, a little red peeking out from beneath them from where they'd had to punish her for saying she didn't want to go on TV like that with the rest of the team...

But her quick shower went rather uneventfully, and when she came out, there was a black skirt - not even particularly short, just a bit old looking - and even a pair of underwear waiting for her. She slipped on another one of her thin, all but useless diapers, then put the panties on over it before getting into the skirt, reasoning that it would help mask what she was wearing in case of a strong burst of wind that might come as she walked back out onto the field in the middle of practice to continue her interviews.

There was no wind. None of the other cheerleaders seemed to think of her as anything more than another adult as she spoke to them - in fact, most of them seemed more scare of her than she was of them. Certainly none of them seemed like they were going to try to track her down and treat her like the pant-wetting baby she had acted like. The captain, having had a little time to process what had happened, seemed a little more bemused once Alisa finished her interview with her, and she had no doubt the girl would get a good laugh out of it with her friends later, but it was pretty clear that, in this world, nothing more was going to come of it. It was quite a relief, and, though she hated to admit it, a little disappointing at the same time.

"Boss wants to see you," she was told almost as soon as she stepped out of the news van once they were back at the NOW network. Alisa winced a little, but it was hard to be surprised after what had happened. She knew her cameraman had caught at least a little of the accident, probably even before the cheerleader had, and of course he hadn't bothered to tell her, the jerk.

"Thanks," Alisa sighed, dropping her things off at her desk before making her way to the boss's office, knocking once before opening the door to find Ms. Farber seated inside.

It still took her by surprise sometimes, seeing the woman's face. The first time it had happened, she'd wet herself right then and there, and it had taken a valiant struggle to keep her thumb out of her mouth - as soon as she'd gotten home, she'd spent most of the night sucking it, trying to calm herself down, telling herself that she wouldn't take the job even if it was offered. It was only the fact that the other her had been on TV that had inspired her to even try to get a job at the new network, since the newspaper refused to take her back after she'd vanished for no reason or warning for more than a week.

Scary as that first encounter had been, it had also helped her to remember that her trip to the other dimension wasn't a dream, probably. There was the possibility that she had seen Ms. Farber's picture in the paper before she left, or even seen her on television, but she had no recollection of that. And yet, here she was, very clearly not the same one from the other world since she was just normal sized, only an inch or two taller than Alisa, and hadn't once tried to drag Alisa to some back alley surgeon to take away her muscle control.

By the time the job offer actually came, she was desperate enough to give it a try, and she had to admit that she was very glad she had. The real Ms. Farber was actually a very nice person, and very understanding about Alisa's little quirks. Alisa was still somewhat nervous with her new job, and hadn't managed to make it through her first couple stories without sucking her thumb for a moment or two, and today wasn't the first leak that had been caught on camera. Ms. Farber was always willing to cut around that footage, however, letting Alisa review what was going to air before actually broadcasting it. Of course, that meant Alisa was out of the running when it came to reporting live, but, for now, she was all right with that, since that would be an awful lot of pressure.

"Look, Alisa," Ms. Farber said, once she'd invited the woman to take a seat, "I like you. I do. But I really think you need some help. I know a very good therapist who I'm sure can help you with your oral fixation. She used hypnotism to help me quit smoking, and I haven't touched a cigarette in three years."

"No," Alisa told her firmly. "No hypnosis."

Ms. Farber looked like she wanted to push it, only to relent. "All right. But something's going to have to be done eventually. You should've been back half an hour earlier."

"I know," Alisa looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"At least go to the doctor, make sure you don't have some infection or something. And, I hate to say it, but... Have you thought about, you know, protection?"

Alisa blushed. "Well, I..."

"I'm just saying," Ms. Farber shrugged. "We barely had time to get the story edited together."

"It already went out?" Alisa squeaked. It wasn't like it mattered that much, since, by then, she trusted Ms. Farber and her editing team, but she still liked to watch it anyway, especially since it was the only chance she had, having still not replaced the TVs Emily had dismantled in her apartment.

"We didn't have a choice, it was too close to air time," Ms. Farber told her. "I'm sorry, but you didn't give me a choice. Do you want to see it now?"

"No, it's okay," Alisa sighed. She just hoped that there weren't too many people who noticed her pants switching to a skirt partway through the interview, or that, at least, they assumed it was filmed on different days or something. "It's my fault. Thanks for trying to help, it's just..."

"Yeah, yeah. You're just lucky you're so cute. Get out of here." Ms. Farber waved her out, dismissing her to scurry back to her desk and start packing up to head home. Before she left, she did one last check of her e-mail, and was pleased to find that someone had posted on her Facebook fan page. She was still new enough that she rarely even got any visitors, so a comment was enough to cheer her up after her little incident.

At least, it was until she actually loaded the page and her sole comment blinked to life in front of her. "Maybe you should do a story on a daycare next," it suggested. "They could give you some potty training tips."

Quickly, she erased it, cheeks burning as she looked around, making sure nobody had been looking over her shoulder. She wished she had looked at how long ago it had been posted before getting rid of it, but she hoped it hadn't been long enough for anyone but her to actually see it. She had been sure to open the perpetrator's profile in another tab before deleting the comment, but the name didn't ring any bells, the profile picture was a shot of flowers, and the rest of the profile was set to private.

It hardly mattered, especially now that it was gone, yet it still shook her up a little. She suspected one of the cheerleaders wasn't as innocent as she'd suspected, but she restrained herself from looking up the full squad roster - it wasn't like she was going to go hunt some teenager down because of one comment. Still, it was enough to make her hurry home and get herself into a proper diaper for a good thumb-sucking session to try to forget all about it, curling up on her bed and falling fast asleep before the sun had even finished setting.

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 38

Chapter 38 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Alisa took a deep breath, clutching the bag closer to her. While she'd found her old clothes at Ms. Caldwell's house, they had, of course, not fit, leaving her with little to choose from but the various dresses the woman had sewn. Her best option had wound up being a short pink dress with a ruffle-lined bib taking up the entire chest, doing its best to hide her mature figure, making her look all the more like any other little girl being sent off to daycare. Bianca hadn't had any tiny panties for her to wear, so she'd had to wear a pair of thick cloth training pants that she suspected the woman had also made, though she had no real excuse for the white cotton tights she put on over them other than the fact that she knew they would look cute, especially with her black Mary-Janes.

She had to admit, there was a part of her that would miss all of this. Most of the time she'd had no choice, but on the rare occasion she had, there was always plenty of choices of cute things to wear, all the diapers, in various colors and designs, she could ever want. Back home, if you wanted a really cute diaper, you had to pay for it, and they were usually quite expensive, and frankly still not quite as adorable as most of the ones she'd found herself in. But there was more to life than diapers, and it was time to get back to all the rest of that.

She sighed, walking through the doors and into the robo-nursery's lobby, calling Dr. Bremer on one of the screens to let her into the lab. "I've been expecting you," the woman told her before her picture blinked out and the door opened. Alisa couldn't help feeling anxious as she made her way through the facility, having to stop her thumb on its way to her mouth several times, knowing that wouldn't help her to concentrate, or, really, to do anything but use her training pants.

Dr. Bremer didn't seem very impressed with her as she stepped into the lab, looking her up and down. "If this is a joke, Emily, I can call Selena up right now and tell her to get your crib ready again."

"It's not!" Alisa insisted. "I know the ray looks like a toy, but I promise, it's the real thing!"

"And can it not work in reverse?" Vera raised an eyebrow. "It won't do me very much good if it only goes one way."

"It's a little more complicated than that..." Alisa said, reaching into her bag to pull out the diaper control device, showing it off for a moment before slipping it back inside. "But I'm not going to explain it to you until you take this thing out of my ankle."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Dr. Bremer asked, giving the girl a look. Alisa looked down, blushing at the sight of the tights she'd put on herself, having not even thought about that. "You know, for all your protests, I can't help but think there's a part of you that wants to be a baby again. Isn't that right?"

"Maybe," Alisa admitted. "But not right now." She started to kick off her shoes, only to gain a helping hand from the ceiling and floor, one raising her up while another pulled off her shoes and a third reached under her skirt to pull down her tights.

Dr. Bremer halted their progress there, walking over to the girl, suspended in mid-air by the silver arms, lifting up her short skirt to reveal the trainers underneath. "I thought you looked a little padded," she mused, slipping a pair of fingers in through the leg holes. "And a little damp, I see... And you really mean to tell me that you don't want this?"

"It's not my fault!" Alisa blushed. "It was your stupid show!"

"My show?" Vera raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! Naomi and Oliver!" Alisa squirmed. "You showed that stupid thing to me while I was in the nursery, and it's been working on me ever since!"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Dr. Bremer asked. "That is our show, Emily - you helped me design it. You made it so it wouldn't affect you. And you have never been in this nursery, not as a client, anyway."

"That's what I tried to tell you before! I am not Emily! My name is Alisa, but I'm probably in your stupid system as Dolly! Emily switched bodies with me, and then you sent her back to my own world!"

Dr. Bremer didn't say anything, simply walked over to one of the computers and began typing. After a moment, a red light scanned Alisa, conjuring up an image on one of the monitors, which was quickly cross-referenced with a picture on the screen beside it. "I'll be damned," Dr. Bremer shook her head. "I can't believe she pulled that off... I didn't even think to check." She turned to Alisa, suddenly apologetic. "I used your suggestions to finish my dimensional doorway device, and I tested it with a scan of your neural pathways that the nursery automatically took, and when it actually led somewhere, I sent my prototype robot nanny to find you and bring you back so you could go home. But I guess it wasn't you, huh?"

"No, it wasn't!" Alisa declared, moments before letting out a yelp as she felt a sharp pain at her ankle. By the time she looked down, another arm was putting a bandage over the spot where the device had been injected, and now extracted, from her, before the other hands went to work re-dressing her, finally setting her back down on the floor.

"I am sorry about all of this," Dr. Bremer shook her head, getting up from her computer. "I had no idea that she was actually capable of this sort of thing."

"I tried to tell you," Alisa pouted. "But nobody believes me!"

"I'm sorry," Dr. Bremer said again, walking over to her. "Would you like to go back home?"

"Yes!" Alisa told her eagerly.

"Well, then, just hand over what you got from Bianca, and this can all be over for you." Vera reached for the bag, but Alisa found herself pulling away despite herself. "Come on, now, you brought it all the way here... And you know I can just take it from you anyway. I'm just being nice."

"What do you want with it?" Alisa asked suspiciously.

"Why do you care? You're going back home anyway." It was hardly a comforting answer, though the scientist chuckled at Alisa's uneasy expression. "Oh, don't worry, it's nothing bad. We're just drumming up some more business for the diaper companies, and my nurseries... We're helping, really. The show only works on people who want to be babies again in the first place, and we're here to help them experience that. Of course, at a certain point, it might get to be a little more than they bargained for, but they're adults, at least mentally - if they want to grow up again, we just need a little donation, or else we can keep them here in the nursery until they grow tired of it and cough it up. And, really, since we know the regressor doesn't cause psychotic breaks after all, seeing as you really weren't who we thought you were, I don't even need Bianca's tech. I'm just a little curious."

"That's your grand plan?" Alisa scoffed. "You're just blackmailing people?"

"See?" Vera smiled. "Harmless, right? Of course, we'll also have to charge them rent for while they're in the nursery. That can be kind of expensive, but we're willing to work with them! We'll even age them back up and let them go home if they can't afford it, though we'll have to send one of our robot nannies with them to ensure they follow all of our rules until they've earned enough money to pay us off. And you wouldn't believe some of the people who have gotten hooked on our show. But don't worry, we have special nurseries we're getting ready for any CEOs or world leaders that might fall into our little trap, and even more special robots to follow them home and make sure they do what they're told, like good little boys and girls."

"You'd think with all that power and money you're planning on getting, you would have enough to share," interrupted another voice that sounded suspiciously like Vera's. "But you were just perfectly content to leave me to rot, weren't you?"

"Astra?" Vera gasped, turning to see her twin walk into the lab, arms folded. Behind her, to Alisa's surprise, stood the other Alisa. "I thought..."

"You thought you'd gotten rid of me," Astra said. "You never expected Caldwell to negotiate with me, did you? You were just trying to get rid of me so you could turn my mechanical nursery into... this." The other woman opened her mouth, but Astra cut her off. "Don't even try to deny it. The building didn't accept my entrance code, but did you really think I hadn't built in any back doors? I designed this place!" Astra pulled out a small rectangular device from her pocket which quickly unfolded into a portable keyboard with a screen attached, hitting a few keys, causing a hand to shoot from out of the floor, yanking one of Vera's arms away from her own keyboard.

"Welcome home, Mistress," the nursery's voice chimed in as the floor in the middle of the room began to change, growing into a changing table.

"No!" Vera yelped, seeing what was coming all too clearly. With her free hand, she tapped out a command of her own, and, off in one corner of the lab, the Robo-Nanny sprang to life, turning its head toward Astra.

"That is not a toy, silly baby," the robot intoned, rushing forward and shooting one arm out to knock the keyboard out of the woman's hands. Astra ducked out of the way of the robot's other hand, diving for her device, only for the first arm to catch her mid-jump, coiling around her stomach before grabbing the rear of her pants, yanking them down. "Incorrect undergarments," the robot declared. Vera was having her own problems, as the room's hands grabbed her other wrist, then her ankles, lifting her into the air and stripping her naked as she was moved, spread-eagled, toward the changing table, forced face down onto it, bottom fully exposed for the hose that began to drop down from the ceiling. On the other side of the room, the robot was drawing closer to Astra, free hand reaching into the pocket of its apron and pulling out a thick, disposable diaper.

Alisa wasn't sure what to do, other than dodge the many mechanical arms shooting around the room, hoping none of them decided to pull her into this ordeal. It was a human hand that wound up grabbing hers, however, pulling her across the middle of it all. "What are you doing here?" Alisa asked her other self. "I told you, this nursery has a record of you! It could be dangerous."

"I couldn't let you face all this alone," Alt-Alisa told her. "You are me, after all."

"Yeah," Alisa smiled. "I guess so."

"Now," Alt-Alisa said, yanked Alisa to the computer closest to the door, "do you know how to turn this on?"

"What? I can't leave now! We have to help Astra!"

"How? What do you think you can do?"

Alisa had to admit that she really had no idea how she could assist, but she felt like she had to try. If Vera succeeded, she'd be condemning her other self to a world ruled by that maniacal mastermind. "I don't know, I guess..." Suddenly, she remembered the bag she was carrying. Reaching into it, she pulled out the shrink ray, aiming it at Vera, who was struggling valiantly, trying to keep her bottom from being invaded by the enema nozzle. "At least I can even the odds a little for her," she declared before firing the gun off.

It did, indeed, shrink the woman, but Alisa hadn't thought about the fact that doing so meant that Vera's hands and feet would also become smaller, allowing her to break free from the nursery's grip. The woman took advantage of the freedom before the machine could react, hopping down off the table and running to a computer, dodging more arms as they sprouted all around her. Her key presses set off an alarm, causing a strange rumbling just as her movements became a little too slow, and a hand grabbed her ankle again, yanking her away from the keyboard. A moment later, however, one of the walls split open, revealing a small army of Robo-Nannies, one of which darted forward, using its own arm to try to pry Vera free.

"Shrink me, too!" Astra yelled.

"But..." Alisa protested.

"It's only temporary! Just get me fr-!" She was silenced by a pacifier, one that remained connected to the original Robo-Nanny by a hose that immediately began pumping something into the woman's mouth while the robot's other hand continued taping the diaper into place. Alisa fumbled with the controls, trying to help Astra out by leaving her at least a little bigger than her sister, but another muffled shout from behind the pacifier urged her to just shoot, shrinking the woman enough for her to slip out of the machine's arms, and her own clothes, and grab the keyboard she had dropped, typing in a quick command to set the room's arms to try to contain the nearest Robo-Nanny.

Before Alisa could reverse the shrink ray's effects, however, Vera, whose robots had managed to free her momentarily, tackled her sister, wrestling her to the ground as she tried to pull the keyboard away. The two shrunken twins rolled on the floor, wrestling while above them, the robots and arms did the same, knocking over tables and computer monitors.

"Come on!" Alt-Alisa insisted. "They're going to wreck this place, and then you'll never get home!"

Alisa held the gun on the fighting women for a moment longer, but she knew there was no way to ensure that she would hit the right one. She stuffed the ray back into the bag, dropping the bag onto the ground as she moved over to the computer, not quite sure how to make heads or tails of it. "I really don't know..." she bit her bottom lip, staring at the complex screen. "She said she used some kind of neural... thing... to..." Suddenly, she remembered the metal cap, scurrying over to grab it and place it on her head before returning to the keyboard to hit the icon on the screen that looked the most like it would start the process.

She had no idea if it was working or not, but if it was, she knew she had to think about the real world as hard as she could, try to block out the mayhem erupting all around her, to forget the insanity she'd been through since she'd come here, to try to do her best to make sure she made it back to the right dimension. She wasn't sure how she would know if she'd succeeded or not, but when a series of lights began to turn on from the supports suspending the door from the ceiling, she knew that it must be connected somewhere - she could only hope that it was the right place.

"Is that it?" Alt-Alisa asked, staring at the door in awe.

"Yeah, I think so..." Alisa answered. Before she'd even finished, the other her took off for the door. Quickly, Alisa yanked off the hat, racing after Alt-Alisa, managing to grab her by the waistband of her jeans, and the pull-up she felt beneath, and pull her backwards away from the door.

"Let me go!" Alt-Alisa insisted. "You like this stuff! You belong in this world!"

"No, I want..." Alisa tried to explain, only for Alt-Alisa to wheel around, grabbing Alisa's hand and forcing it backwards. At first, Alisa thought the girl was just trying to restrain her, until she pressed the hand against her butt. Alisa suddenly wished she hadn't shared that bit of her experience with the girl as her eyes widened, and she felt her body suddenly begin pushing, filling her training pants as she stood there, unable to stop herself. Alt-Alisa watched for a split second, then headed for the door again. Alisa grunted helplessly, realizing she was about to lose her ticket home, unable to force herself to do anything as her body did its nasty work. "S-stop!" she whined, though, luckily, when that didn't work, she realized she had one other option.

"Wh-What's wrong, cutie-pie?" she asked, stopping Alt-Alisa in her tracks. She knew what it was like to have her hypnosis used against her, and she felt a little bad about exploiting it, but, then again, the girl had just done the same thing to her. Alt-Alisa whimpered, stopping just inches from the door, her outstretched hand moving instead to her backside, though she couldn't stop what was happening back there.

"I'm sorry," Alisa told her, pushing past her. The girl, still wrinkling her nose and grunting, took a step forward, but when Alisa said, "Just look at how cute you are," the girl's hands moved to her crotch as she bit her lip. "You should probably get out of the nursery," Alisa smiled sadly. "And watch out for Ms. Farber, seriously."

With that, Alisa reached up, turned the doorknob, and stepped through the door.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 37

Chapter 37 - ...On Every Golden Scale

Alisa waited anxiously, hoping for the best. After dinner, she'd been trundled off immediately to bed, just as Bianca had warned. She'd expected to wind up back in the bed with rails, but now that the other Alisa was here, Ms. Caldwell seemed to have changed her mind, saying that room was closer to the bathroom, so it was better for the girl who actually had a shot at using it to be in it. Alisa was back in the room she'd slept in the night before, but instead of the bed, she had been put in a playpen that Bianca had set up there, claiming she was afraid Ali would roll off the bed in her sleep and hurt herself, since it was now so tall, compared to the girl's size.

Alisa supposed she should be glad she hadn't been moved to an actual nursery, which she suspected the house must have somewhere, or even into the room with all the doll-women.She suspected at least one of those moves were coming, but Bianca wasn't quite done toying with her yet. Either way, she was just as trapped like this, as the playpen was a bit too high for her to climb out of herself, and even if it hadn't been, she'd heard Ms. Caldwell lock the bedroom door on her way out - after all, she didn't have to worry about getting to the bathroom. Of course, Alisa suspected there was more to it than that. If she was right in her suspicion that Bianca had meant for her to find the shrunken women, that meant she knew Alisa had been out the night before, and perhaps she didn't want her to do it again. Or she may not have known about Alisa's exploits the previous night beforehand, but the women could have tattled on her, since it seemed likely that Ms. Caldwell visited them at least once a day.

If finding them had all been a part of Bianca's plan, then she could have hypnotized Alt-Alisa to do the same thing, or she might have decided that showing off Alisa in doll size was good enough as a warning. It was hard to tell. Either way, Alisa knew she was trapped without her counterpart's help, and, as much as she hoped for it, she couldn't know for certain that she would be getting it. They had discussed it in Alt-Alisa's room before Bianca had come up and found them there, but Alisa knew there was no guarantee that Alt-Alisa wouldn't just get the keys from the apron, where Alisa had told her they would be, and escape on her own. She had no real reason to help, other than avoiding the feeling of guilt that would likely come from abandoning an alternate dimension version of yourself in her time of need. And even that might not be as strong a motivation, now that Bianca had felt the need to share her theory that Alisa enjoyed this treatment.

Alisa couldn't say that she would blame the other her if that was the case. She had probably spent her entire life in and out of diapers, or narrowly avoiding them. She was probably better at it than Alisa was, since she had been brought up in this place, but Alisa didn't doubt that she had at least a few unpleasant memories. To hear that there was a version of herself that actually enjoyed the very thing she'd spent so long trying to escape from, that seemingly the whole world seemed convinced she deserved just for being slightly different than them, had to be disheartening, to say the least.

But, thankfully, after drifting in and out of sleep a few times, she was woken by the sound of the key, and when the door opened, Alt-Alisa stepped into the room. She was dressed in her pajamas, a pink t-shirt and shorts, and was very obviously diapered beneath them. She blushed as she saw Alisa looking at the bulge around her waist, trying futilely to hide it with her hands. "I didn't have an accident," she mumbled defensively, "She just put me in them 'just in case'. She said that if I did have an accident, she wouldn't hold that against my potty training record."

"She probably hypnotized you to wet your bed," Alisa said, unsure if that bit of information would really be helpful to the girl or not, though if she had happened to fall asleep and woke up wet, it could have been comforting to her to know it wasn't her fault... Maybe. Given this world, however, Alisa couldn't help but wonder if Bianca had actually needed to give her any push to get that result. "Of course, sometimes it happens anyway, so there's no need..."

"I know," Alt-Alisa snapped. "I didn't fall asleep because I knew she might have done that... And I am not a bedwetter normally, thank you very much."

Alisa blushed, letting her other self help her out of the playpen. "Are you ready for this?"

"I think so," Alt-Alisa nodded. "You're sure this is the best plan? Shouldn't we get those other women you told me about to help?"

Alisa shook her head. "It's too risky. There's no telling what Bianca has done to their minds. Once we have her out of the way, then we can get them out."

"Okay." The other girl sounded uncertain, but that had been the plan all along. "She seemed to be sleeping pretty soundly, but..."

"We can do it," Alisa encouraged her. "Did you find everything?"

"Yeah," Alt-Alisa said. "We just have to stop by my room." The two of them quietly shuffled down the hall into the other bedroom, where the supply of cloth diapers was. The dresser drawer they were in squeaked rather loudly, scaring both of them at first, but when they didn't hear any stirring beneath them after a minute or two, they continued opening it, more slowly. "You're sure there's going to be one big enough?"

"I hope so." Alisa could see the woman keeping a variety of sizes, but at the same time, she could also imagine her using a similar excuse to the one that had landed Alisa at the desk, coloring, all morning, saying that they were too small, so the wearer would just have to shrink a little for them to fit. "I don't know that they actually have to go on anyway."

"We'd better hope not," Alt-Alisa grumbled. "These are definitely all way too small."

"Yeah," Alisa agreed, staring down into the drawer. "Well, we have to try, don't we?"

Alt-Alisa didn't look quite so sure. "I guess..."

"I promise, this is for the best. I know she has your memory all screwed up, but believe me, you do not belong in some reform school, and especially not that one. They will eat you alive." Alisa stared into the other her's eyes until Alt-Alisa nodded, grabbing the biggest size diaper she could find, laying it out on the floor. "Can I see the device?"

The other girl handed her the diaper control device and she looked it over, trying to make heads or tails of it. It didn't look too dissimilar to Emily's wand, except with more buttons and dials, none of which were labeled in any way. Alisa knew there had to be some way to tune it to a certain diaper, but it wasn't obvious. She didn't want to just start pressing buttons, either, since for all she knew doing so could affect her. "All right," she said after a moment, "change of plans."

She left Alt-Alisa there, taking the keys and heading further into the house, counting doors until she found the right one. It took a bit of key shuffling until she found the right one again, and then she slipped inside, giving her eyes a little more time to adjust so she could try to slip in among the little beds and cages without waking too many of the occupants. She believed what she'd told Alt-Alisa about not being able to trust all of them, but there was one who she was pretty sure she could count on.

In the darkness, she could see that woman's form, sitting up in her bed in the birdcage. "Shh," Alisa shushed her. "I need your help."

Luckily, it wasn't quite as hard to find the birdcage's key as it might have been, since she rightly assumed that she could limit her search to the smaller keys on the ring. She didn't manage to find it without waking a few of the others, however, meaning that it wasn't long before her work was punctuated by tiny voices saying, "What are you doing? Let me out, too! I've been here longer!", no matter how many times she tried to hush them. By the time she got the birdcage open, the women on the doll beds outside of the cages were waking, too.

"You aren't Ms. Caldwell!" one of them observed accusingly. "Get out of here!"

"You can't let her go, she's a troublemaker!" another yelled, and before Alisa knew it, as soon as she picked Astra up from out of the cage, she was being swarmed by the little women. She didn't want to hurt them, since she knew they were only acting this way because they had been brainwashed, but they had no problem with attacking her bare legs, doing their best to stop her.

She let out a yelp of pain as one of them kicked her in the ankle, making her wobble slightly, almost losing balance. That was all she needed, she mused - getting knocked over and captured by a bunch of tiny women in diapers, held there until their "mistress" could wake up and find her. It probably wouldn't even be all that difficult anymore, as much as she'd shrunk that day. As gently as she could, she kicked the little nuisances out of her way, hurrying through them before more could wake up and join the fight, or before they could block the door to trap her in there with them.

She narrowly managed to slide out of the door and pull it shut, making sure to lock it just in case. She didn't see how they could reach the knob, but that didn't mean they couldn't, and she didn't want one of them to run downstairs to warn Bianca while she, the other her, and Astra put the finishing touches on their plan. She carried Astra back to Alt-Alisa's room, showing her the diaper and the device before becoming the little woman's hands, doing whatever the scientist told her to. She still couldn't help but feel nervous about playing with the thing, but she did feel a little better having Astra in charge of it, and, sure enough, after some work, they seemed to get the device synched up with the diaper.

Astra elected to stay behind as the other two went to carry out the plot, since her small size meant there wasn't much she could really help with, especially if things went south. On the ground floor of the house, the Alisas had to split up for a minute. Neither wanted the hard job of actually going into Bianca's room, but Alt-Alisa wound up with it, since she was bigger. Alisa went to the kitchen, closing the door behind her to help minimize noise before searching through the cabinets for containers and starting to fill them with water. She couldn't help being a little worried that her sound dampening worked both ways, and it would be harder to hear if Bianca woke up, but that was nothing a little thumbsucking couldn't help her overcome.

The next thing she knew, she was being shaken, her thumb yanked out of her mouth by a rather annoyed looking Alt-Alisa. "What the hell are you doing?" the girl hissed. "I've been waiting for you for ages!"

"Oh, I..." Alisa blushed, squirming in place on the stool in front of the sink, a little shocked to feel a rather large, mushy mass in the seat of her diapers. "I just..."

"I know what you were doing," Alt-Alisa grumbled. "But some of us actually want to get out of here."

"So do I!" Alisa protested. "I can't help it, I told you, I've been getting hypnotized since I came here, I'm all messed up."

"Yeah, you are," Alt-Alisa agreed. "You'd better not screw this up."

"Sorry." Feeling chastised, Alisa moved a milk jug, which had filled up long ago and had been overflowing for who knows how long, out from under the faucet, putting a pitcher there instead. "I can't help it." Alt-Alisa didn't answer, but Alisa could tell the girl didn't fully buy that. The thought made Alisa feel anxious, enough that she almost began sucking her thumb again, but she managed to stop herself.

Finally, after the girls thought they had enough, they lugged the containers to Bianca's room. It was definitely risky, especially since Astra hadn't been able to figure out how to disable the shock, but the girls had decided that it was best to just get it over with, instead of searching the room in the dark and simply hoping that Bianca wouldn't wake and catch them before they could start their plan. This way, they knew they could get at least one hit in while she was unconscious. Alt-Alisa grabbed a large, glass measuring bowl, lifting it up and tip-toeing over to the woman's bed, Alisa following close behind with the milk jug. Alt-Alisa stopped at Bianca's bedside, nodding toward the woman's arm, which she had pinned the diaper around, waiting for Alisa to nod back to signal that she'd seen it.

Alisa watched her other self gather her courage, give a quiet sigh, and then start pouring the water. They'd only used a single layer of diaper, since they didn't want it to be too thick, but it still took a moment for the moisture to soak through and set off the sensor. Astra had been a little worried that the diapers were advanced enough to know the difference between water and urine, but apparently she was wrong, as the woman's body jolted as the diaper sent a shock into her arm, and, before the girls' eyes, the woman shrank, just a little. Encouraged by this, Alt-Alisa hit the diaper with another splash of water while Bianca was still waking up, doing her best to even the odds before she could figure out what was going on.

"What is going on?" Ms. Caldwell shrieked, fumbling for her bedside lamp, only to find that her arm wasn't quite long enough to reach it. As she started moving, it became more difficult for Alt-Alisa to aim, but it turned out that wasn't necessary  - tossing a splash of water at the woman's arm was enough to make her yelp in pain and lose a little more height.

"I'm out!" Alt-Alisa declared, ducking out of the way and letting Alisa step up while she scurried to grab another container, flipping on the room's lights as she did, the brightness further disorienting their prey.

By then, Bianca had figured out what was going on, and was fumbling at her arm to try to un-pin the diaper until Alisa managed to hit her with the water again, the shock making the woman's hand jump back. The woman's mattress was getting soaked by then, and her nightgown was starting to billow out around her, looking like an ever-growing puddle itself. "Stop this, you little brat!" Bianca growled at Alisa. "You're not going to get away with this! The next spanking I give you is going to make your first one feel like a hug!"

"Don't let her talk!" Alt-Alisa shouted a reminder as she came to Alisa's side. They had talked about gagging the woman, but that didn't seem very realistic, since it wouldn't shrink with her, and so would just keep dropping off as she got smaller and smaller. Instead, they kept her quiet by giving her as little time between jolts as possible, though they had to wait for each to subside to make sure that the diaper counted the next as a separate "accident".

She managed to get out a desperate, "What's wrong, cutie pie?", which seemed strange to Alisa until she saw her counterpart stop cold, the seat of her shorts bulging outward as her hypnotic trigger activated. Alisa kept up the attack, however, until Alt-Alisa had finished and could start back in, all the more resolved to get her revenge. As Bianca's arm disappeared into the sleeve of her nightgown, they kept going, soaking through the nightgown's fabric, pouring the water on until they ran out, leaving Bianca small enough for Alt-Alisa to lift her out of the neck hole of her nightgown, the only stitch of clothing on her the diaper, still pinned around her tiny arm. She looked even smaller than the doll women, and when Alt-Alisa put her on top of her own dresser, there was no way for her to get down on her own.

Now that she was a stable size, they were able to keep her quiet, gagging her with a piece of Kleenex tied around her head. They weren't sure how long that would last, but since Bianca didn't have any clothes small enough to do that job, it would have to do. As the former Amazon watched them, still soaking wet and quivering with rage, they began ransacking her room until, at last, they found the shrink ray.

Even the loyalists among the doll women calmed down considerably when they saw their mistress being held in one of Alt-Alisa's hands, and then stuck in Astra's bird cage. "She's stuck that size," Alisa explained to them, "Not even her shrink ray will help her now. You can either stay here with her, or we'll restore you to your original size and you can be on your way. Your choice." A few chose the first option, but, unsurprisingly, most were all too happy to have the chance to grow up again.

Since she had already been sure to unlock the front door, and her and Alt-Alisa's rubber pants, Alisa gave some of the women from in the cages the keys, letting them go exploring until they came up with Bianca's stockpile of clothes she'd taken from her former tennants when she'd declared them unladylike. Most of their cars seemed to be gone, likely sold, but a few remained, and before long, the women who wanted to do so were gone, headed back to their old lives, a little shorter, and likely a bit more incontinent than they had been when they had arrived.

Alisa left a note for Ms. Dabney, taping it to the front door, which she left unlocked, not wanting to leave the tiny women who remained completely trapped. "Thanks for sticking around," she told Alt-Alisa with a bashful smile, surprised to see that she was still there.

"No problem," the other her shrugged. "The other cars were pretty full anyway."

"Yeah, I guess. You could have taken yours, though."

Alt-Alisa gave her a look of confusion. "I can't drive... Oh." She blushed, realizing that she must have been hypnotized to think just that, to help prevent her from being able to escape. She'd seen a number of the other women go through the same thing, and it had never occurred to her that she was in the same position, though luckily there were enough who did still know how to do it to take the others back home. One of the two remaining cars looked awfully familiar to her, but even just sitting down in the driver's seat made her feel anxious, and she couldn't make heads or tails of any of the controls. "I can't," she shook her head.

"It's okay," Alisa told her with a smile. "You can come with us." She'd already shown the shrink ray to her own car's camera, to keep the device in her ankle from regressing her into a baby, and it was now just waiting for her to give the word to drive her back to the nursery, and Vera's lab. "I can't really control where it goes, so I can't drop you off anywhere, but I'm sure there's somewhere around there where you can use a phone to call a taxi or something. You probably shouldn't actually go in, though. And watch out for any Amazons named Ms. Farber."

Alt-Alisa nodded slowly. "And where are you going after you hand over the shrink ray?"

It almost didn't seem real. She had been hoping, and planning, for that moment a long time, but there had always been a myriad of obstacles between her and it, to the point where she had been starting to believe she'd never get there. Even when she had thought she was almost there, there was always something in her way, something to remind her that it was still a long ways odd. But it had never felt as close as it did now.

Alisa gave a little smile as she said, "Home."

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 36

Chapter 36 - Double Trouble

"What on earth are you doing?" Bianca asked as she burst into the bedroom, looking around to find the two Alisas sitting on the floor, looking at one another.

"What is that, Auntie?" Alt-Alisa asked, hopping up and scurrying over to the woman.

"That's not a 'what', dear, it's a 'who'. Her name is actually Alisa, too, isn't that funny? Why don't we call her Ali, though, to make it less confusing? She's smaller, so she deserves a smaller name, don't you think?" Ms. Caldwell smiled down at her two charges, obviously pleased that everything seemed to be working out just as well, if not better, than she'd hoped for.

"But why is she so small?" Alt-Alisa whined. "She jumped out of the dollhouse when I tried to play with it and scared me!"

"Oh, did she?" Bianca raised an eyebrow, reaching down to tug up the girl's skirt, shaking her head as she found a wet spot on the training pants.

Alt-Alisa blushed, squirming as she meekly pulled on her skirt. "Yeah, she did..."

"Didn't you tell me you didn't have accidents anymore? I told you your mommy said you did, but you assured me she was wrong. And now what is this, young lady?" Bianca kept her grip on the skirt, keeping the girl's wet underthings on display.

"But she scared me! It's not my fault!" Alt-Alisa pouted.

"That's hardly an excuse for a big girl like you," Ms. Caldwell sniffed, finally dropping the skirt, letting the girl smooth it back into position. "Getting scared by a tiny little thing like her... Silly girl. She had just been naughty, that's all, and so she deserved a little time out, and I decided that was the best place for her. But I suppose it's time for her to get back to normal size."

Alisa was a little surprised to hear that last part - the first, less so, since it seemed the sort of explanation the woman would come up with. She was still certain that the real reason she had been put there was as a warning, and this re-growth was probably a part of that, demonstrating that Bianca had the power to change peoples' sizes, and so it was best to stay on her good side. "You look awfully cute in your little doll clothes, Ali, but I'm afraid they're going to have to come off." Ms. Caldwell bent down, carefully undressing the tiny girl, putting the dress away in the closet before picking Alisa up and plunking her down in the middle of the floor. "Your diaper is specially made," Bianca explained, "so it will change size with you, but your other clothes won't."

With that, the woman pulled the shrink ray out of her apron, firing it at Alisa. It was just as strange feeling herself grow again as it had been to shrink, but, just as she'd enjoyed getting aged, unshrinking was quite pleasant. It was nice to see the dollhouse transform from something big enough for her to live in to something obviously a toy, even if she still felt strange looking at it, thinking about how easily she'd fit in there, and believed, if only for a minute, that it was the real thing. Unfortunately, her growth seemed to stop short, freezing before she even got as tall as Alt-Alisa.

She held her tongue for a few seconds, hoping there was a second wave of transformation that would come over her if she just did that, but nothing continued to happen as she stood there, only her annoyance growing. "This isn't normal size!" she protested.

"It is now," Bianca informed her.

She knew it was stupid, tempting fate, but Alisa couldn't help herself. "This isn't fair!" she stomped her foot. Clearly Bianca could control what her 'normal size' was at her will, but after everything she'd been through, all that time as someone so tiny, only to finally get into a regular size body, losing it again was devastating. "Change me back!"

"I can't," Bianca told her firmly. "Ali, those diapers of yours are special, you know that. But they're even more special than you realize. You know those shocks you get when you use them without permission? They're not just to try to teach you to hold yourself better - they're actually rewriting your DNA. When I said that was your normal size now, I didn't mean that I stopped the reversal process early, I meant that this is as far as it goes now. My shrink ray can only make you this tall; it isn't a growth ray. I must say, you've lost more height than any of my other test subjects have ever before. You may be the first to shrink yourself down to doll size permanently."

Alisa froze, staring down at her body in fright. Of course, it shouldn't matter that much. With any luck, she'd be out of here before long, and Emily would have this body back. It would serve the girl right to be even smaller than the dwarves she seemed to take so much joy in tormenting. She hadn't escaped yet, however, and there was always the chance that she wouldn't, so she still felt nervous as she thought about what she'd just heard, wondering if the woman was making this up, or if she was telling the truth. It would definitely be a good scare tactic, for both girls - for Ali to keep her working harder not to use her diapers, and for Alisa to keep her fighting to stay out of them in the first place - but that didn't necessarily mean it wasn't true.

"Let's get you two changed," Ms. Caldwell announced, once the news had time to sink in. Alisa was changed first, and, much to her dismay, the butt plug was slipped back into place before her thick diapers were pinned. Alt-Alisa looked increasingly anxious as she watched the ordeal, squirming in her wet trainers, which Alisa had to assume was the whole point.

"All right, young lady, your turn," Bianca turned to Alt-Alisa, beckoning the girl over to her. She hesitated for a moment, but, seeming to decide that she would only get herself in more trouble if she refused, walked over anyway, letting out a tiny yelp as her skirt was yanked off, leaving her training pants fully exposed. "You did quite a number on these," Bianca shook her head, running her hands over the sodden garment, shaking her head. "I don't know if I can trust you in these. I simply will not allow you to leak all over my furniture."

"I won't!" Alt-Alisa promised. "I told you, I just got surprised, I don't usually have accidents! Please, don't make me wear diapers!"

"Hmm..." Bianca considered, looking from Alisa's bulky waist to the other girl's. "I suppose I can give you one more chance, but that's it. After that, I'll have to diaper you, you understand?" Alt-Alisa nodded eagerly, enough to make Ms. Caldwell chuckle. "Oh, don't worry, dear... That plug and the shock I mentioned, I wouldn't do that to my little niece, not unless she was very naughty. Ali here is a very bad girl, that's why she has it. But you aren't, are you? No, I didn't think so. Don't feel bad for Ali, sweetie. She actually likes all this, don't you?"

Alisa blushed, not expecting to be put on the spot like that. Alt-Alisa gave her a look of surprise - that was one of the few things Alisa hadn't shared with her when she'd told her the almost-whole story. Alisa wanted to assure her it wasn't true, but she was afraid of what Bianca would do to her if she did, so she stayed quiet, staring down at her feet.

"Don't worry, you'll see," Ms. Caldwell told Alt-Alisa. "Just wait until she wets herself." Luckily, Bianca seemed to lose interest in Alisa after that, though her words did remind the girl that she had to be mindful of when she used her diaper again, since she was sure the alarm was back on. Bianca turned her attention to Alt-Alisa, helping her back into her skirt before running her hand through the girl's blond, curly hair. "You look so cute like this," she commented. "I almost didn't recognize you at first!"

Alt-Alisa had heard the story of how her hair had gotten that way, though that didn't make her any less self-conscious about that sudden change she'd come back to this world to find. "Umm... Thanks," she mumbled, squirming in place as Bianca walked over to the dresser, getting a brush and a pair of scrunchies.

"I'm sure all the girls at school will be jealous of how adorable you look," Bianca said, starting to brush the girl's hair, pulling it into a pair of ponytails. "I'm sure they'll all look at you and say, 'Just look at how cute you are!'"

As soon as Bianca said it, Alisa could see the other her's squirming change, turning into an obvious pee-pee dance. Alisa had no doubt that Alt-Alisa had just been triggered, that the devious Bianca had programmed her to wet herself, or at least become quite desperate to do so, when she heard those words. Alisa could also tell that her counterpart had no idea what was going on, that she likely thought the need had just come out of nowhere, and from the red flooding into her cheeks, she was probably too embarrassed to do anything about it just yet, since she'd just been changed.

"Ms. Caldwell, can I please use my diaper?" Alisa asked instead, drawing the woman's attention onto herself. "I had to hold it the whole time I was in time out in the doll house," she lied by way of explanation.

"Let me think," Bianca sighed, though she cheered up substantially as she came up with an idea. "Alisa, do you need to go, too?" Alt-Alisa, free of the burden of having to bring it up herself, nodded eagerly. "All right, you two, come on." She held out her hands, leading the two girls downstairs, straight to the potty chair. "All right, Alisa, here you go."

Alisa blanched at the idea of using a potty chair, especially one right in the middle of the dining room. "Can't I go to the bathroom?" she asked hopefully.

"No," Bianca told her simply. "You will either use the potty, or you'll go in your pants. The bathroom is for big girls who never go pee-pee in their pants. Neither of you qualify. This potty is the best either of you can hope for until you can prove to me that you deserve better, and that will take a very long time. Now, are you going to use it, or should I get a diaper ready for you?"

Alt-Alisa blushed furiously, but she lowered her skirt to her knees, then slowly began to tug down her pull-ups. Bianca then smiled down at Alisa. "Now, Ali, what did you want to ask me?"

"N-Nothing," Alisa squeaked, realizing a moment too late her mistake. If Bianca knew she didn't really have a desperate need to use the bathroom, she might suspect that she had asked permission for Alt-Alisa's sake, and the girls didn't want her to have any reason to suspect they were working together. "I-I mean... Don't make me go in front of her," she pouted, trying to cover her fumble.

"You'll go in front of her, or not at all," Bianca said. "If you want to shrink youself further, go right ahead. I'm sure Alisa here would like a doll."

Alisa blushed, fidgeting. She did have to go a little, and, much as she hated to, she knew it would look suspicious if she didn't go through with it. "Ms. Caldwell, may I please use my diaper?"

"Yes, you may," Bianca smiled, picking her up and positioning her right in front of her other self, who was settling down on the potty, pull-up around her knees. "There you go, you two. Go pee-pee like the little girl and the baby that you are. Watch her, Alisa... I want you to see what a baby she is, how much she likes peeing her pants. And you watch her, Ali, see what it's like to be potty trained, because that's something you'll never experience on your own again." Both girls bashfully averted their eyes from each other, but Bianca wasn't having that. "Hurry up, you two. If you don't go, I'll take both of you over my knee right now!"

Even with the threat, Alisa had a hard time forcing herself to go, knowing that doing so would mean letting her other self see her at her most private, her most vulnerable. In a strange way, it was like admitting to herself how much she did like this. After a few seconds, she heard a trickle, glancing up to see Alt-Alisa's blush darken, and she realized the girl hadn't been able to hold it any longer. Bianca nodded in approval, then turned her attention on Alisa, who now had no choice. For once, she actually had to force herself to go a little, as her bladder wasn't at the bursting point, though once she started the stream came rather quickly and steadily, as did the accompanying motion in her diaper.

It felt even more intense this time. She'd thought that maybe she could try to hide it from Alt-Alisa, but it was too much for her, and it took only a matter of minutes before she was sitting on the floor, panting, satisfied and mortified at the same time as a version of her own face stared down at her from the potty's seat, seemingly unsure of what to make of what she'd just seen. Bianca let them sit there for a few minutes before wheeling out a baby walker, putting the still weak at the knees Alisa into it. Alisa wasn't pleased to note that she'd fit in quite well without any further shrinking, nor in the fact that the seat pressed the wet fabric of her diaper, and the butt plug under it, more firmly against her tender skin.

"Pull up your pants, Alisa," Bianca instructed. "You can help me with dinner once you wash your hands. Ali here needs to get to bed before too long, so we'd better get started with the cooking." Alt-Alisa stood up uncertainly, re-dressing herself and following Ms. Caldwell into the kitchen. Bianca stopped at the door, turning to Alisa. "Come along, Ali, we can't leave you along unsupervised, now can we?"

Alisa feet barely reached the floor, but she was able to get just enough traction to get the thing rolling, following after the other two. Bianca set a new coloring book and crayons on the tray of the walker, then got to work, giving Alt-Alisa easy jobs like measuring out flour and stirring dough. Even though she'd grown rather sick of coloring that morning, Alisa had nothing better to do, since the various other toys on the tray were far too infantile to keep her attention for more than a second or two, so she decided to work on a picture.

It had been her intention to really work on it, to do a good job, really take her time and make it look nice, but no matter how much she concentrated, she found that she couldn't keep her colors inside the lines. She knew that was what she was supposed to do, and yet somehow her crayon always seemed to slip outside the bounds. In a matter of moments, she'd filled in one page, but it looked as messy as an actual toddler's attempt, just as bad as the last few pictures she'd done as part of her assignment that morning. Worriedly, she turned to the next page, trying to concentrate even harder, but it turned out just as bad, and getting so absorbed in her work meant that she was unable to keep herself from having a little accident, earning a shock, a shrink, and an alarm, which Bianca was more than happy to explain to Alt-Alisa.

"Can you believe she wet again already?" the woman asked with a faux sigh. "I'm glad I have one little girl who can keep her pants dry." The "for now" went unspoken, but at least one of the Alisas could practically hear it anyway, even before the woman reached down to check Alt-Alisa's pull-up, confirming that was still true, at least for the moment.