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Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - Free Refill


Alisa was sure she had never pooped so much in her life, which made it all the more surprising when, after a few more minutes of feeling sorry for herself, she felt her diaper fill even more, the aftereffects of the enema sending a fresh batch of the mess into her already bulging pants. She felt rather sure that she had wet herself in the midst of her huge "accident" as well, since she felt no pressure on her bladder at all, but she couldn't recall that at all. It hardly mattered - her diaper was very well used, either way.

She had read, many times, of characters filling their diapers, and she'd thought she had already experienced that, but it wasn't until now that she felt like that really was true. Not just a figure of speech, but truly filling her Pampers almost to the point where she didn't think they could hold any more. She managed to get to her feet, but walking was even more of a challenge than it had been in just the double diaper, to the point where she was afraid with each step that the heavy diaper would fall off, or bust open, or at least leak. They didn't, but she was sure that wouldn't last too long. What was taking the room so long to change her? There was no way it hadn't noticed this.

"Hello?" she called, annoyed and embarrassed. She hated having to ask for it, but maybe that was what it was waiting for. She told herself that nobody could hear her, but she knew there were cameras watching her every move, and she wondered if Mommy would be treated to the show when she came to pick her up that afternoon. How much did the nursery show the parents? Especially when their "children" were grown-ups? "Can you please change me?" she asked finally.

"Your mommy has instructed that, should you use your diaper because of a punishment, you must stay in it for at least an hour," the electronic voice told her.

"No!" she cried automatically. "No way, I'll get a rash! That's no fair!" She stomped her foot angrily, having never felt more helpless in her life. It was even worse than the night before had been, because, despite having her hands free, she knew that any attempt to do anything with them to help herself would only make things worse for her.

"There is an alternative," the voice offered, once her tantrum had calmed a touch.

"Will it get me out of this diaper?" Alisa asked suspiciously.

"Yes, and you will not get a rash."

"Do it!" Alisa demanded. She didn't care what the other conditions were - there was no way they could be worse than spending an hour in such a messy diaper. The voice tried to say something else, but she was getting fed up already. "Now!" she yelled, stomping her foot again.

The hands popped out, picking her up and pushing her dress out of the way as they efficiently untaped her diapers and began the clean-up. Even with as many of them as there were, it still took them a little while, as Alisa fidgeted and blushed, glad it wasn't a real person cleaning up her filthy backside this time. A diaper pail grew out of the floor, though as soon as the diapers were tossed into it, she could hear a sucking noise as they were whisked away. She laid back, relieved to be out of them so soon, hoping she wouldn't have to go through anything like that again anytime soon.

She wasn't surprised to find herself taped back into two Pampers, but even that didn't feel so bad now that they were clean. The hands plucked her off the table and set her down, and for a brief, blissful moment, she thought that might be it. She didn't notice the hose snaking down from the ceiling. She felt a slight tug at the waistband of her diaper, but didn't think much about it until she felt something soft and warm and mushy being dumped into the back. At first, she was disbelieving, sure she couldn't be going again so soon, which was only confirmed when she realized her body didn't feel like it was behind this. She turned around, confused, to see the hose, but when she tried to grab it, instead of being able to pull it out, she only seemed to encourage it to pump faster.

"Stop it!" she yelled, pouting unhappily as her diaper was filled once again. "What are you doing?"

"What you requested. We changed your diaper. The substance in your diaper is designed not to give you a rash, and to heal any sign of a rash that has already begun. Your mommy instructed that you spend time in your messy diaper, but, if you chose so, she allowed for this to be what you diaper was filled with. However, in return for that, you must wear it for even longer."

Alisa groaned, squirming in her diaper, feeling the stuff that was already in there. It felt exactly like what she had just been changed out of, and knowing that it wasn't barely made it better. By the time the tube extracted itself, the diaper felt just as loaded as her last one had, and almost right away, a hand appeared from the floor to tug her out of her dress and put her into her crib.

"Nap time!" the voice announced, turning off the lights, the television, and the sun in the fake window.

"I'm not tired!" Alisa complained, wriggling around in the crib, feeling her diaper squish beneath her with every move. There was no answer. She looked down through the dim light from the fake moon at the huge diaper around her waist, seeming to strain under the weight of what was inside, whatever that was exactly. After a few minutes, she felt a rapidly growing twinge in her bladder. Unthinking, she reached down to press a hand to her diaper to try to help put off the inevitable for a moment or two. She thought better of it, trying to pull her hand away in time, but her skin had barely brushed the plastic before her hands and feet were grabbed by hands coming from the crib, each pulled and held in a different direction as the hands turned into soft cuffs. As she wet herself, she could feel something shifting in her diaper, and when she looked down at herself, the diaper seemed to be swelling out even more.

"Can't I go out on the playground?" she asked, grumpily tugging on her restraints. They had just enough slack in them that she thought the first couple times that she might be able to break free, but of course the nursery wasn't really going to allow that. She also knew that it wouldn't let her escape from there, and she didn't really want to be seen by the other subjects of the nursery, or anyone else who might be around, but at least she wouldn't be in this room for a little while, and maybe they'd change her beforehand.

"Your mommy has suspended your outside playtime privileges," the nursery informed her.

"Perfect," Alisa pouted. Maybe Mommy had thought there really was some danger of her being able to escape when she was outside, which just gave her more hope. "Then can I..." She was silenced by the return of the pacifier, as the room apparently finally tired of her complaining. She hardly noticed herself sucking angrily on it, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. After a time, the ceiling opened up, dangling a mobile over her head, one featuring the characters from the show she'd been watching all that morning, gently playing a slowed down version of the theme song as it twirled around and around above her. She had little choice but to watch it, her eyes getting heavier and heavier and the sucking on her pacifier slowing gradually as she drifted off to sleep.

She dreamed of the show again, which she blamed the mobile for, even more vividly than she had the night before. It was a rather unpleasant sensation to wake up to a very full diaper - one that, in fact, felt even fuller than it had been when she'd been put down for her nap. Had she messed herself in her sleep? The thought made her want to cry, until she remembered that her pre-nap wetting had seemed to make the fake mess expand, and that she was a bedwetter. She supposed the stuff did that to absorb the urine and keep it from irritating her skin, but that hardly made her feel better, since she couldn't even ask to be changed, with the pacifier in.

The room slowly came to life, switching the "outside" picture as it let her out of the crib, setting her on the floor with some blocks and turning the screen back on to the same old show. She had to admit that, while she still wasn't entirely sure what was going on in it, there was something slightly addictive about it that made her want to keep watching, even as she was force fed her lunch through her pacifier. Once that was done, to her surprise, she was put on the changing table, and strapped into two fresh Pampers. The pacifier was unhooked and removed, and she was dressed back in her dress and diaper cover before hand came from the hallway to drag her away.

It seemed strangely early - had she lost track of time as she'd been watching TV? Had her nap been extra long? The room had told her she wasn't allowed to play on the playground, so that was clearly not what this was. For a brief moment, she wondered if Dr. Bremer had changed her mind after all, and she was being taken to her lab to, finally, go home, but when her trip through the building halted, she was plopped down in front of Mommy, who was intently examining a screen in the wall.

"Only half a day, and you still managed to get punished," Mommy commented without turning around. "You are such a troublemaker, Dolly."

"I'm sorry," Alisa blushed, peeking around the giant woman to get a glimpse of a video of herself messing her diaper, which only made her more embarrassed. She'd already had to watch that once - she didn't need to see it again. It did remind her, after having spent most of the day so far in very messy diapers, just how nice a clean one felt. It would be nice to get to experience that for a while, though, of course, by the very nature of the garment she knew it wouldn't stay that way forever.

Mommy didn't respond right away, reaching up to interact with the screen, flicking away the report on Alisa's day and switching over to Clara's. She gave a little sigh as she looked at it, at last turning to face Alisa. "You're going to mess yourself," she announced.

"B-But..." Alisa whined, sniffling in surprise. "I just got changed! That's not fair!"

"Clara had an accident, so you are going to make her feel better. So far, you've hardly been any use, despite everything I've given you, but you are going to do what I took you in to do. Once Clara gets here, you will ask to use the potty, and then you will poop your Pampers. Do you understand?"

"But I..." Alisa whimpered.

Mommy grabbed her chin, forcing the girl's face up to meet her own glare. "Do you understand?" Alisa sniffled, but nodded grumpily. Mommy hit a button on the screen, and seconds later, Clara was standing in front of them, pouting almost as much as Alisa. Obviously, she had been coming here long enough to know that her mother already knew about her accident, and that she hadn't earned the big girl panties they'd brought for her in the diaper bag.

Mommy gave Alisa a pointed look. Alisa silenced a groan as she stared up at the woman, tugging on her skirt. "Mommy, can I go potty?" she asked.

"Silly Dolly! Why didn't you go potty in your room? All you had to do was ask!" Mommy turned from her to Clara, confiding in her, "She didn't ask even once! She just used her diaper like a little baby! At least you asked first, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Clara nodded, though she still sounded a little upset. "And I did make it all the other times..."

"Sometimes you get distracted, though, huh?" Mommy asked knowingly. "It's no big deal, sweetie. You'll get there." She turned to Alisa, giving her another glare.

Alisa pouted. Clara seemed to be feeling better already, there was no need for her to ruin her clean diaper already. "But..."

"All right, Dolly, let's go!" Mommy took her hand, bending over to whisper, "If you make it, you will regret it, little lady!" before taking Clara's hand as well. "Come on, Clara, we'd better get Dolly to the potty before she has another accident! We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?"

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 12

Chapter 12 - All Cleaned Out


Alisa whimpered helplessly at the rather uncomfortable feeling of being filled up from both ends at once. The relatively inoffensive banana baby food had been replaced with oatmeal as soon as the enema had begun, making her feel sure that Mommy had told the nursery to use that as a punishment. Considering she'd been too scared to even try messing her diaper regularly back in the real world, she had certainly never given herself an enema, and it was just as humiliating as the stories she'd read featuring them would suggest. She was pretty sure it had started out as just water, loosening her bowels up, but then it had changed to something else, something a little thicker and slower flowing, making her feel almost like both of the hoses going into her were carrying the same thing.

What was worse, however, was the fact that she was sure she had never read anything quite like what was happening to her now. It was not, however, the first time she'd considered the idea of being force fed and given an enema at the same time - it was one of those strange, naughty ideas she'd had and tucked away, just in case she happened to decide to write one of those stories herself. This place wasn't just based on stories, she realized, or even stories and art, it had drawn from the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind, and that was a very dangerous place to be.

As she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of thick, tasteless mush, squirming as she felt her tummy growing ever bigger as the concoction continued to be pumped into her backside, she found herself still staring up at the screen. Maybe it was just to take her mind off of what was happening - as if that was possible - or maybe it was just her giving up, since it wasn't like there was much else she could do at the moment. As she was staring, however, she was treated to a welcome sight as the screen blinked off and was replaced by Dr. Bremer's face.

"Oh," Dr. Bremer said, staring down from the screen at Alisa with a frown. "Well, this must not be right."

Alisa frantically tried to nod her head in agreement, but the doctor was turning to look at her own monitors, tapping away at her keyboard. Faintly, Alisa could hear her own voice over the speakers, as Dr. Bremer pursed her lips and stared back over at her. "It is the same room," the woman mused.

Alisa mumbled behind her pacifier, trying to get the scientist's attention. The hands were still holding her in place, so she couldn't even motion for her, and she doubted her protestations were even audible. She whimpered angrily, hardly able to believe that, yet again, she was so close to explaining things to the only person who could probably help her, only to find herself helpless to communicate, as the nursery's machines filled her up top and bottom.

"Hey, wait," Dr. Bremer said suddenly. "I remember you!" There was a little more typing. "You were my anomaly yesterday! Well, that's odd, isn't it?" She glanced between her screen and the live feed of Alisa, clearly conflicted. "You were claimed already, though, so that was just a bug in the system... Wasn't it?"

For a long moment, Dr. Bremer just stared at Alisa, as she tried to communicate through only her eyes, and then, to Alisa's surprise, she pressed something, and the oatmeal stopped. A second later, the gag was removed, though the hand holding it didn't go far, and she was stood on her feet. The enema continued, but it thinned back down to water, although this time it felt cool, instead of warm, making her squirm a bit in surprise. She felt miserable, and when she looked down at her tummy, she could see it bulging out, like her baby fat had all come back at once - or, like the stories tended to say, like she was pregnant.

Even so, she knew this might be her only shot. "Dr. Bremer, I know this is going to sound weird, but you have to listen to me!" she begged. The woman on the screen didn't say anything, but she didn't tell her to stop, either. "I don't know what the name on my file says - probably Dolly - but my name is Alisa. I'm not a baby, I'm twenty-five!"

Dr. Bremer rolled her eyes. "Well, of course you are!" she was starting to sound exasperated. "My sensors could tell that immediately. Do you really think you're the first of your kind to be sent here? If that's it..."

Alisa let out a squeal as she saw the pacifier moving toward her, and as a cramp wracked her guts. "No!" She wrapped her now free arms around her churning, stuffed stomach, trying to get the pain under control, and trying to make her mouth say something more than the frantic, "No!" it kept spouting as the pacifier drew closer and closer. This might be her last chance. If Dr. Bremer thought that was all she had to say, she might ignore anything else from her room, and then she would have no way of communicating with her at all!

"No, please, I..." she gasped, the tip of the pacifier pressing against her lips, threatening to condemn her to silence, and diapers, forever. "I'm not from this world!" She wasn't even sure if the woman heard it, or understood it, as the pacifier was already pushing its way into her mouth as she said it.

It stayed in for a long moment before Dr. Bremer typed something else, and it was taken out. "Are you trying to tell me you're an alien?" she asked skeptically.

"No, no!" Alisa shook her head. "Not another world, another dimension!"

Dr. Bremer leaned forward a little, scowling. "How did you know about that research? I stopped working on that months ago! You couldn't have just..." Dr. Bremer turned to her monitor and began typing away for a minute. "I thought you looked familiar!  It was hard to recognize you in those diapers... You're that bratty reporter who almost got that school shut down! Is that why you're here? Trying to make up some fake story about this place, too?! I'll have you know, I only do what the parents request, that's hardly my fault, is it? I fulfill a vital role in..."

"No!" Alisa felt like that was all she was saying lately. That was probably a bad thing, since saying that once she was back with Mommy would only get her in trouble, so she had better not get too used to it. "No, I got fired from that job! I'm not a reporter anymore!"

Dr. Bremer glared suspiciously at her, but another quick search verified it. "How do I know you didn't get a job at another station?"

"Well, you don't," Alisa had to admit. "But I haven't done a story at another station since then, have I? I mean... I guess I haven't. I don't really know, because, like I told you, I'm not from this dimension. In my dimension, I was interviewing you, and you showed me your machine, and it brought me here!"

"Then why do you need my help?" Dr. Bremer asked. "If it was another me who built this supposed machine, wouldn't I have configured a return door?"

Alisa blushed. "Well, uh... I kinda went through before you could do that..."

"Yeah, right," Dr. Bremer snorted. "Like I would be that careless. You know what I think, little one? I think you were researching me before you got fired, hoping to do your next story on me. Then, someone finally wised up that this was where you belonged, and now you're trying to use your knowledge to try to trick me into letting you go. Doesn't that make more sense than your silly little sci-fi story?"

"No, please!" Alisa sniffled. "It's true, please!" To her surprise, the enema stopped, and the hose was removed, followed by a hand tugging the double diaper back up over her bottom. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, considering how full her belly was, but that just meant that when the diaper did go over it, it just made her feel the need to go more urgently. The hand patted the back of her diaper, and sank into the floor, taking

"Give me one good reason I should think you're anything more than a silly little girl telling stories," Dr. Bremer said, crossing her arms and staring down at her. "Because that's all you look like to me right now. Maybe I should ask your mother if she'd like to help me test my new project - you seem like you're a handful."

"Well, I... I..." Alisa stammered, biting her bottom lip and squirming as an enormous cramp hit her. She couldn't help but remember the day before, when she'd been so skeptical of the other Dr. Bremer's accomplishments. If only she could go back and tell herself to think of something else...

"I'll tell you what," Dr. Bremer told her, "if you can keep that diaper of yours dry for ten minutes, I'll believe you're a big girl, telling the truth. How about that? Can you do that?"

Alisa honestly didn't know. Sure, in the stories, they never could, and she had no experience with this and felt on the verge of going right then and there, but she couldn't think of anything else to use as proof. Maybe if she'd been a little less focused on exposing Dr. Bremer's invention as a fake, she would have asked some more in-depth questions about the woman that she could have used as proof. Although, of course, there was no guarantee that what was true for the Dr. Bremer of her world would be true of the one here. Still, it could have given her something to work with. "O-Okay," she squeaked quietly.

An animated stopwatch appeared on the screen, counting down ten minutes. Alisa watched desperately as the numbers decreased, trying to will them to go faster. She had no real sense of time in this place, so Dr. Bremer could easily have cheated without it, but she still almost wished the timer would go away, because that made it worse, knowing how little time she'd already gone through, and how much she already felt like she needed to go.

She groaned as she felt another cramp, her hands automatically moving to the back of her diapers, trying to help stop herself, though she could barely feel them. She did feel the smack on the back of her thighs she received, however, and, what was worse, she felt a small rush of semi-liquid mess squirted out of her at the shock of that feeling. The timer stopped, confirming to her that the nursery could tell when she'd used her diaper without having to check. Her cheeks flushed red as she saw she hadn't even made it a full minute.

"That's not fair!" she whined, still fidgeting to avoid a much larger accident. "I wasn't expecting that!"

"A real grown-up could have held herself through that," Dr. Bremer lectured, "but I suppose I won't count it that time. It wasn't my fault, though, that was your Mommy's instructions. She said you know not to touch your diapers. I wouldn't do it again if I were you."

The timer started back up. "Please," Alisa pouted, "can't you just try your machine? Just open it to the real world and ask yourself if my story is true!"

"This is the real world, silly," Dr. Bremer told her. "You're just making up stories, remember?"

It was then that Alisa realized that, to the people here, this was reality. "Well, find my real world, then," she whimpered.

"Even if you did come from another dimension, how would I find it? You told me this body of yours is from this world, so I can't trace it from there. Do you have some kind of map?"

"The other you found this world from my thoughts," Alisa explained, groaning through another series of cramps. "Just do that again!"

"From your thoughts?" Dr. Bremer scoffed, then paused. "I suppose that would be one way of doing, it, though... Using the brain itself as an initial sort of search filter, then simply finding a matching dimension... It would certainly help narrow the field, anyway."

"Yes!" Alisa nodded. "Yes, just do that!" She had no idea if that was what the other Dr. Bremer had actually done, but it did sound somewhat similar to what she'd been told on her tour. If only she had her notes, maybe she could have told her a little more clearly. If only she'd been paying a little more attention... Which she would have, if only she'd believed the woman.

"Of course, you could just be making stuff up," Dr. Bremer mused. "If you're from another world, why don't you tell me what it's like?"

"Well... Uh..." Alisa stammered, suddenly blushing. It was hard to describe what her reality was like, since she was so used to it just being there. More than that, however, she was embarrassed at the thought of the woman hearing about it, then asking why Alisa would have chosen to come here.

"Come on, then, little one," Dr. Bremer coaxed. "You're going to have to think about it if you expect to make it back there."

That brought up a whole other problem. Her thoughts had partially created this world, and there were apparently infinite worlds. How could she be sure she was getting the real world, and not just one that seemed a lot like it, but that her thoughts had altered somewhat? With as much as she was being treated like a baby here, would she be able to put that entirely out of her head? Or would she come out some dimension where she was just as bad off, if not worse, than here? She'd just assumed that it was a simple as opening a web browser and hitting the home button, but, for people here, this was home.

Another cramp washed over her, and with it, another little burst of messiness in her diaper. The timer stopped again, still not even at the halfway point. "But you don't have to worry about that, do you? Because you're already home. You're just a creative, snoopy little baby, aren't you? Did you just want to find a dimension where you hadn't gotten fired, where nobody had figured out that you're just an overgrown toddler and decided to treat you like one? Oops, there you go again!" Alisa's cheeks lit up as Dr. Bremer announced another little accident in her pants. "Well, there are infinite dimensions out there, so there's bound to be at least one... But I doubt there's much more than that."

"B-But..." Alisa whimpered, bending over a little as she felt another wet splat in the seat of her diaper. She was losing all control now - she was just barely keeping the worst of the mess contained, and the price of that was this little bit, leaking into her diaper bit by bit, soiling it nonetheless.

"No 'but's, Dolly. I mean, look at yourself." The screen changed, displaying a live video feed of Alisa, though at first she was sure it had to be some toddler. She looked so tiny, standing there, sweating, face red, in her cute little pink dress, diaper peeking cutely out from beneath the skirt. "In what world would let a little baby like you run around like a grown-up?"

In that moment, she lost control. She was so numb with shock that her first realization of that fact was the sight of her diaper ballooning out beneath her dress, a moment before she felt the soft, mushy mess pushing its way in. There was no stopping it now; all she could do was groan as she felt her body continue churning the stuff out and her diaper straining and stretching to hold it all, watching the whole thing in horror on the screen in front of her.

"Honestly," Dr. Bremer's voice chided her from behind her own reflection. "Five minutes and you're filling your diaper. And you're really filling it, aren't you? Well, your mommy wanted to make sure it was memorable. I bet it is, isn't it?" Alisa nodded weakly, wondering if it would never end, having changed from futilely trying to stop it, to bearing down harder in the hope that would make her finish more quickly. "You know what? I'm glad you called me so we could have this little chat. This has been quite amusing."

With that, the screen changed back to the cartoon. Finally, her body stopped, and, exhausted, she stumbled back, landing on her heavily swollen diaper, though she barely even noticed the messy squelch of the impact. She'd had her chance at escape right there... Had she blown it? If Dr. Bremer didn't believe her, how would she ever get home?

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 - A Brand New Day


"Because of your little bit of thievery yesterday, I've already had to pay for a separate room for you at the nursery for a week, so until that runs out, you'll be on your own. Which is good, since that should be plenty of time to train a weak-willed, naughty brat like you to be a good little girl.  After that, you'll be spending your time there with Clara. Anytime you notice her using her Pull-Up, you will do the same in your diaper. Anytime she looks like she might be about to have an accident, you will ask for the potty, then use your diaper. Anytime she tells you to use your diaper, if it's to show you off to her little friends during playtime, or just for fun, you will use your diaper. Clara will be in full control over when, what, and how much you eat and when, or if, you get changed at the nursery. If you don't obey her, or talk back, the nursery will punish you right away, and then tell me so I can punish you again at home. Do you understand?"

Alisa nodded frantically, the pacifier gag making it impossible for her to do much more as she cried and squirmed on the woman's giant lap, as the hairbrush crashed down again and again on her vulnerable backside. Mommy had started with her upper thighs, extended the red glow to where anyone could easily see it peeking out beneath her diaper. It had hurt, of course, but she had found herself growing more turned on anyway, feeling the wetness in her diaper that had started with her interrupted masturbation session growing. And then Mommy had tugged the diaper down and started the spanking in earnest. The very first spank on her already-sore butt had been enough to remind Alisa that this was a punishment, shocking her out of her state of arousal, and they had only gotten worse from there.

She wasn't sure if it was the humiliation of having spent part of the past day being treated like a toddler by this woman, or if it was the pain from her previous spankings, or if Mommy was just that rough, but she was sure this was the hardest, longest spanking she'd endured so far. What in the world had Emily said she'd done the night before to deserve this?!

Finally, it ended, and Mommy pushed her up off of her knee, pulling the sodden diaper back up over her thoroughly-spanked backside while the girl stood there, bawling. She reached behind her, trying to rub her bottom through the diaper, but Mommy grabbed her hand and forced it away. "You are not to touch your diaper in any way, Dolly," Mommy told her sternly. Alisa quickly nodded her head, not wanting any hesitance to give the woman a chance to restart the spanking. Could that be it? Alisa wondered. Could Emily have somehow known about her little interrupted adventure the night before? Had Mommy somehow figured it out herself?

"You're a good girl after your spankies, aren't you?" Mommy smiled. "Maybe I should give you one every morning to make sure you stay in line. Is that what you need?" Alisa didn't want to risk further punishment by saying no or refusing to answer, so, despite herself, she nodded again, sniffling softly. "I thought so. I think I'll have you ask for it, too - and I'd better believe you really want it. Obviously, it's too late for that now, but you can still thank me." She reached behind Alisa's head, unlocking the pacifier gag and pulling it out of the girl's mouth.

"Th-Thank you for my sp-spanking, Mommy," Alisa mumbled through her tears.

"You're welcome, Dolly," Mommy told her, taking her hand. "Now it's time for breakfast, and I expect you to eat every bite."

"Y-Yes, Mommy," Alisa agreed meekly.

Mommy reached down, pressing her hand against the crotch of Alisa's diaper, thinking for a moment. "I think that's wet enough for now," she decided, before starting to walk. Alisa toddled alongside the woman, diaper sagging wetly between her legs, to the kitchen, where Clara was waiting.

"Morning, Dolly," Clara said, though she didn't sound particularly happy.

"I told you it's no big deal, sweetheart," Mommy told Clara, letting go of Alisa to give her daughter a hug. "It was just a little accident! Look how much Dolly went overnight! She's in a big nighttime diaper, and she's almost leaking, and you just went a little in your Pull-Ups!"

Clara had no problem waking over and poking Alisa's soaking diaper to see how wet it really was, which cheered her up. Alisa blushed, though she wasn't sure if it was more from the fact that Mommy was telling the truth because she really had wet herself that much in her sleep, or because everyone seemed to be allowed to touch and prod her diaper all they wanted except for her.

Breakfast was, unsurprisingly, more oatmeal, although this time it was dotted with large chunks of what Alisa immediately knew had to be prunes. Her stomach was already starting to feel full, signalling the imminent arrival of yet another messy diaper, before she even started eating, but she'd already promised she'd eat it all, and she really didn't want to find out what Mommy would do if she didn't. She was just glad Mommy did the feeding herself, as she was much quicker about it. While she didn't exactly love the feeling of eating a constant stream of the gooey gunk, it left much less time for her to lose control of her bowels in the chair like she had the night before.

After breakfast, with her tummy feeling quite bloated, all three of them went up to the nursery, where Mommy put her onto the changing table, instructing Clara to pick out an outfit while Mommy cleaned Alisa up. Alisa let out a little sigh of relief at that - it felt like ages since she'd been able to wear anything other than her diaper, and she wouldn't have been surprised if she'd been forced to go on the ride to the nursery mostly nude, either. It didn't take long for Clara to find something, and, in fact, she was back at her mother's side in time to be lifted up to tape Alisa's diaper securely in place as she was reminded, "Nice and tight, sweetie. Good girl! And, oh, what a pretty dress!"

Alisa was lifted down off the table and put into her new outfit - a pink sleeveless sailor dress, striped in white, with a big white bow on the front. Had she been in regular panties, the skirt would have been just barely long enough to cover them, but, of course, that ship had sailed, so her diaper was quite obvious. A small, silver pacifier was stitched on the collar, and there was a matching diaper cover on the hanger, with a pair of ruffles across the back, but they were a little loose.

"I know how to fix that!" Mommy declared, and before Alisa knew what was going on, she was back on the changing table, being strapped into a second diaper, which filled the panties out nicely. "She'll probably need it anyway," she confided in Clara. "She hasn't made her morning poopies yet, and she had a big supper last night, but these should hold it all!"

With a pat on the backside, Alisa was put back on the floor, where she wobbled clumsily for a moment, not used to so much bulk between her thighs. Clara and Mommy began packing a diaper bag as she stood there, a little stunned at the sensation. She'd never even dreamed of wearing a diaper this thick! When she took a couple experimental steps, she didn't even look like a toddler, she looked like a baby, still not used to walking at all. While Clara and Mommy were busy debating how many diapers and what toys to bring, she poked curiously at the massive diaper, and she couldn't feel it at all.

She did feel the smack on the back of her thighs as Mommy saw her, however. "No, silly Dolly!" Alisa was afraid she was about to get another spanking already, but Mommy took it easy on her. "I know these aren't your diapers," she said, tugging at the diaper cover and letting it snap back into place, "but you aren't allowed to touch it, either! I know you're just a silly baby and this is all confusing for you, so I won't punish you this time, but don't do it again, okay?"

Alisa nodded, barely noticing her thumb sneaking its way up to her mouth as she stood there, getting berated and feeling rather silly. "I'll make sure she doesn't, Mommy!" Clara volunteered happily. "I'll let you know if she touches her diaper!"

"Good girl!" Mommy praised her. "Now, let's go get you ready!" The two of them, carrying the diaper bag, left the room, leaving Alisa to waddle along behind them. They didn't seem concerned that she would try to escape, which, considering she could barely walk, made sense, Alisa supposed. She really didn't think she'd be able to make it down the stairs, not unless she just slid down on her padded bum. By the time she followed their voices to Clara's room, she found herself in the middle of a bit of an argument.

"I wanna wear my big girl panties!" Clara was pouting, stomping her foot. She was in a cute little yellow sundress, with its pacifier on one sleeve, and looking quite unhappy as her mother held out a pair of Pull-Ups. "I'm a big girl!"

"You are!" Mommy agreed patiently. "Especially compared to Dolly! But I just don't think you're ready for your big girl panties yet. Remember, you did have an accident yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but..." Clara conceded grumpily.

"I'll tell you what," Mommy said, setting down the Pull-Ups and walking over to Clara's dresser, plucking out a pair of pink Dora the Explorer panties. Alisa was a little surprised to see them, as she thought perhaps all of this world's children's shows were different, like the one she'd seen at the nursery, but this Dora looked almost exactly like she remembered the one from her world. Maybe the show from the nursery was from home as well, and she just hadn't encountered it before. "We'll put these in the bag, and if, when I pick you up from daycare, I hear you haven't had an accident all day, you can wear them while we go to the hairdresser."

"All right," Clara nodded, watching as her mother tucked the underwear away into the diaper bag, then reluctantly stepping into the training pants.

Despite herself, Alisa couldn't help hoping that the girl would have an accident. Her situation was bad enough as it was, walking around thickly diapered, forced to wet or mess herself on demand, but to have some little toddler with her, in real panties, would only make her feel more helpless and infantile. Of course, since she was intended to help Clara potty train, the longer the girl spent in Pull-Ups, the longer she'd be in diapers, but she really doubted she was going to be let out of those, even once Clara had mastered the art of keeping her pants dry.

Mommy picked Alisa up, carrying her down to the car as Clara carried the diaper bag. There were now two car seats in the back of the car, and Alisa found herself being strapped into the smaller one. She wasn't sure if the strap would fasten over her double diaper, but, sure enough, it did, pressing the layers of stiff padding up against her crotch. Just sitting there, it was just enough that she could feel the pressure, but as the journey began, and the car began going over speedbump after speedbump. She began unconsciously sucking harder on the thumb still stuck in her mouth, while she very consciously forced her other hand to stay away from her diaper, knowing that Clara was watching her like a hawk. Even if she hadn't been, this was hardly the place for this, she knew, and she wasn't sure if she would have tried to loosen the strap, or reach in beneath it and her double diaper if she had dared to let her hand wander that far. All of these interruptions to her little private playtime were really starting to get to her.

Partway through the ride, as they left the road their house was on for a less bumpy one, she felt a pressure on her bladder, and, instinctively, she started to reach for her diaper, trying to put a little more pressure on it to stop the oncoming storm. "Mommy!" Clara shrieked, making Alisa draw her hand back quickly, and earning her a smack on the leg as Mommy turned around to glare at her.

"No touching, Dolly!"

Alisa nodded miserably, trying instead to cross her legs, though that, of course, was impossible. She could barely even press her legs together. The tightness of the strap did help a bit, but even so, it wasn't long before she had wet herself yet again. A minute later, they turned onto the nursery's road, going almost immediately over another speedbump. She moaned into her thumb, squirming in her carseat, hardly able to believe this was happening to her here. Of course, before anything could actually happen, but only after a few more bumps, the car stopped, and her bliss was interrupted yet again as she was carried into the nursery, sucking her thumb and feeling quite frustrated.

At the entrance, Clara was whisked off to her room with a happy, "Whee!" while Mommy began giving the nursery a new set of instructions for Dolly's care. Alisa sighed as she saw the hand coming for her, but, with Mommy right there, it seemed pointless to try to escape, so she let it wrap its fingers around her and pull her back through the building, to a nursery that might have been the same as she'd been in the day before, though she suspected they all looked mostly the same, at least for each age level. Though she was still feeling rather wet and antsy inside her diaper, she realized that this was another chance for her to get out of this world and back to her own.

She walked immediately to the part of the wall she remembered the screen flipping out of, knocking on it. "Dw. Bwemew, do you heaw me?" She furrowed her brow in confusion at her muffled speech, only then realizing with a blush that she was sucking her thumb. Her embarrassment only made her want to do it more, but she forced her hand out of her mouth anyway, and tried again. "Dr. Bremer, I really need to talk to you!" It was silly, probably, as she was pretty sure the cameras could see and hear her wherever she was in the room, but somehow going to the screen felt the most appropriate way to communicate to her.

Sure enough, after a moment, the screen slid into place. "Thank you! Now, listen, this might sound crazy, but..." she said quickly, wanting to tell the scientist as much as she could before the woman could decide she was just a child with an overactive imagination.

"Watch your show, dear," the room's mechanical voice told her, as the screen flickered to life with the same boring, insipid show as the day before. It could well have been the exact same episode, yet, somehow, Alisa found her eyes drawn to it, no matter how much she despised it.

After a few minutes, she remembered her mission, and tried to call out for the doctor again, only to be silenced with a pacifier gag. She stomped her foot, feeling angry at the futility of her plight, which was only making her feel more hot, though the moment she brushed a finger against the crotch of her diaper, a hand sprouted from the floor to slap it away. "Do not be naughty," the voice reminded her. "Your mommy has approved several new forms of punishment, and you are already on strike two."

She squirmed, most of her worried about what that meant, but part of her turned on further at how quickly and efficiently the place was, again, dominating her. She wasn't sure if the moan into her pacifier triggered it, or if Mommy had scheduled it, but a moment later, the feeding hose fell down from the cieling. Knowing what it was this time, she tried to bat it away, but that was, of course, not a good idea. An array of hands sprang up from the floor, pulling her down onto her stomach, as a portion of the floor near her midsection grew, raising her diapered bottom into the air, while her hands and legs were held in place to avoid any resistance.

She couldn't believe it - she'd barely gotten there, probably not even five minutes before, and already she'd earned a punishment. Her ass was still throbbing from Mommy's spanking, and the thought of another so soon made her start to sniffle as the hose was attached to her pacifier and began pumping her stomach even fuller, though at least this time it went with baby food, at least to start. As she swallowed the mashed bananas, however, she whimpered at the feeling of her double diapers being pulled down, wriggling as much as she could to try to get away.

Her eyes opened wide as she felt something being pushed into her bottom. It reminded her of the thermometer the day before, only bigger. For a moment, she was confused as to what it could be... And then she felt the water beginning to flow into her from it. She was getting an enema.

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - The Education of Dolly Alisa


For the first time since locking herself in the bathroom at that store, what felt like a hundred years ago, Alisa was alone - really alone. Even before she'd seen Dr. Bremer over the viewscreen and realized she could be seen as well, she'd never really felt like she was alone in the nursery, not with the hands there to thwart her every move. She hadn't felt alone earlier when she'd been left in the crib with her curlers, because she had no idea when Mommy would return. She didn't know now, either, she supposed, but at the very least, Clara would have to eat first, and then be gotten ready for bed. Emily seemed to think it would be enough time for her to finish her homework, too.

So, at last, Alisa gave herself a minute to think. Things had certainly gone further than she would have liked - take, for example, her still-throbbing bottom, which would be receiving another punishment in the morning, and the large load of mush in the rear of her diaper, making her stand all the more bow-legged in her crib - and there was definitely some fear that she might not ever find her way home, but it was hard to deny that there was something naughtily fun about all this. She'd always seen those stories as absurd little fantasies, certainly nothing that could ever happen... But that was part of what made it so fun! And yet, here she was, right in the middle of one, or, rather, a whole host of them!

It was hard not to think of all the times she'd read them, squirming as she took in the delicious humiliation of it, feeling herself growing wet, reaching down, between her legs... She shivered at the memories, in a not entirely unpleasant way. She'd been too busy trying to get away to truly appreciate her situation before, but there was no getting away now, and there was nothing but time. She always tried to imagine she was the one in the stories; that was much easier this time. However, she did have to use her imagination to pretend she was back home reading about herself, and just having a very, very elaborate fantasy. Part of her felt guilty about what she was trying to do, but she told herself it was natural, that it would help calm herself down so she could come up with a way out. If anything, she thought she should be commended for waiting so long. After all, the main reason she read those stories was how hot she found the idea of them, and here she was, smack dab in the middle of it all. Sure, the reality of it was significantly less hot than the thought, but, while she was alone, she could let herself forget about most of the more negative parts.

She was being a bad girl, she told herself. If she got caught, she'd be in big - well, bigger - trouble. That thought only made it hotter, and she leaned against the bars of the crib, biting on the bulb of her pacifier, as she reached down between her legs, sliding her hand across her bulging Pamper, and began to rub. Nothing happened. She whimpered a little, trying to rub harder, but the padding of her diaper, along with the extra layer of filth inside, was just too thick, and she couldn't feel anything. She pouted, starting to feel quite frustrated as she tried one more time, to no avail. There was no way she was going to reach inside there, if she even could considering how tight Mommy had made it, and taking it off would be just as messy, or more, and would probably earn her even more of a spanking. Whether she had meant to or not, Mommy had thwarted her yet again, and the thought of these diapers being used not only for their normal purpose, but also as a chastity device, only made her more horny.

She slid to the floor of the crib, pouting under her paci. Her bottom sinking into the pile of poo did kill the mood somewhat, but she was still annoyed enough to grab the nearest stuffed animal and try to throw it at the stupid changing table, full of plenty more diapers for her to wear. She didn't even make it over the bars, which only angered her more. Slowly, reality began breaking through the haze she'd willingly fogged her mind with. This wasn't some fun little fantasy - she was trapped here, in the nursery of someone who wanted her to be a baby so her toddler daughter would feel better about her own accidents, enrolled in a mechanical nursery that thought she was an infant, babysat by a sadistic teenager, on the run from a boarding school that thought she'd tried to have them shut down. She had been spanked twice, with another on its way, made to fill her pants twice, with God only knew how many more of those upcoming, force fed, made to wet herself on command, kept in Pampers. And, right now, she had more important things to worry about than her failed attempts to masturbate her worries away.

She had homework to do. It had been years since she'd had to do that, which, despite her efforts, was also kind of a hot thought. Not wanting to sit in her own mess the whole time, she laid down on her stomach, pulling the backpack toward her and pulling out the books inside. It was probably because she was smaller, but the books all looked much larger than any of the ones she had been forced to use when she was in school, and upon opening them up, they looked far more complex, too. She'd assumed that anything some fifteen year old had to do in school would be a piece of cake her for, but it was pretty clear now that she was in over her head.

With the pacifier in, she couldn't call out to Emily to try to explain that - as if she'd want to admit that she couldn't do work intended for someone a decade younger than her. She had no guarantee that Emily would take the gag out when she came to check on her, either. There was a good chance she'd come in, find Alisa hadn't done any work, and get very mad, which was a state in which Alisa had no desire to see her. So she got to work, sweating out piles of homework that weren't even hers, legs crossing and uncrossing above her as the questions got harder and easier.

A couple times, she felt the urge to pee; at first, she tried to hold it, only to remind herself how little point there was in that. It just distracted her, and even if she could get Emily's attention, there was no way she'd let her use the bathroom. Then, she just gave in, finding it easier each time as yet another warm rush of liquid poured out into her diaper, making it just a little warmer, and expanding it just a tad each time as it absorbed the liquid. It wasn't until she'd done that a couple times that she realized this was exactly what it was like for people in stories. They gave up because there was no hope of potty time, and as it got easier for them to use their diapers, they were weakening their bladder muscles more and more. In the real world, she doubted a time or two would make much difference, but here... She shivered at the thought, hoping she hadn't already done too much permanent damage.

It didn't help that their math was run on a base 60 system, rather than the base 10 she was used to. She seemed to remember reading once that Babylonians did the same thing - and it wasn't too bad if she was doing something fairly simple - but that wasn't much comfort when she was in the middle of a long problem. History, of course, was way different as well, seeing as there were basically three species of people to deal with. She couldn't help but wonder if that had something to do with why the math was different as well. Either way, she had to do an awful lot of flipping through the textbook, trying to figure out who people were, considering she hadn't heard most of the names on the worksheet before. Three different, but very similar, anatomies also made Biology quite a pain as well, especially as she had to look for the tiny ways, other than size, in which they were different.

Since she worked with words every day, she had been hoping for some English work, to make herself feel a little smarter, since that should have been a snap for her. Unfortunately, Emily seemed to have finished that herself, or had a merciful teacher in that subject when it came to assigning homework, so she didn't even have that to reassure herself that she wasn't a complete idiot, something she'd never felt more like that now, lying in a crib in a messy diaper, having worlds of trouble with basic high school subjects. At least, not until she felt another rumbling in her tummy. She had felt somewhat proud of herself for having deduced that her smaller body digested food more quickly before having read that in the Biology book, but that wasn't much comfort now, nor was the fact that she didn't know just how quickly, or how many times she could expect this to happen in a day. She could remember some particularly bad stories where it seemed to happen every twenty minutes or so, which she supposed she was lucky wasn't happening here, but it was starting to feel not far off from that.

She held on as long as she could, but lying on her stomach made it much harder, and she was starting to worry about finishing up in time, so she didn't dare waste time trying to find another position that would help that situation and let her work on the homework efficiently at the same time. Holding it in was so difficult that she had trouble concentrating anyway, however, and, to her disgust at herself, before long she was bearing down, grunting into her pacifier as she intentionally pooped her already messy diaper, feeling the fresh load inch its way out as she whimpered and pouted, lost in her own world. Unlike the last time, it came out quite slowly, as her diaper was already pretty full, which made it all the more maddening.

She didn't even hear the door open, or notice the approaching figure, until she felt a hand pushing down on the backside of her diaper, pushing the ever increasing mess more tightly against her sore backside. "Oh, my," Emily giggled, pushing down a little harder as Alisa squirmed below her, trying to no avail to stop herself, "are you going again? You are just pooping yourself silly tonight, aren't you? It's a good thing I waited to change you, huh? That would have been pointless!" Alisa would have liked to have disputed that, but, with the pacifier gag, all she could do was mumble incoherently.

Emily finally moved her hand, walking over to the closet and pulling out a large, pink rocking horse. Alisa whimpered at the sight, but Emily was having none of it. "You clearly aren't done yet," she pointed out. "I told you you were supposed to be done by the time I came back." She reached down and plucked Alisa out of the crib, forcing her down onto the seat of the horse. Alisa whined as the mushy mass in her pants was again forcefully pressed against her skin, as she continued adding to it. "What are you waiting for? Rock," Emily commanded, making Alisa press down harder on the seat to set the thing in motion while her babysitter gathered up the homework and began flipping through it.

Alisa watched anxiously as she sat there, rocking and pooping and unconsciously sucking her pacifier without even noticing, sure Emily would be mad at the job she had done, but luckily the girl just seemed to be looking through the pages to see how much she had done, rather than examining each answer closely. "Well, you didn't do too badly, I guess," she conceded finally, gathering her supplies up and pushing them back into her backpack. "Just most of one page to go, and I guess I can do that on the bus tomorrow. So, I suppose you only have to ride the horsie for most of an hour."

Emily laughed at Alisa panicked expression and urgent groaning from behind her pacifier. "Oh, I'm kidding, you big baby. I think ten more minutes will do. But only if you do it right." She walked over to the horse, putting her foot on the end of the rocker and pushing down on it hard, then letting go quickly, repeating it over and over, giving Alisa a much faster, harder ride than she had been expecting. Every now and then, Emily would say, "Now you try," but she was never satisfied with Alisa's efforts. "I told Mrs. Farber she should have gotten one of those mechanized horses," Emily lamented. "Babies just can't do it right themselves."

Finally, the messing and the rocking stopped, leaving Alisa blushing and feeling thoroughly disgusting as she clumsily climbed off, diaper drooping quite dramatically beneath her, and, as she saw in the room's mirror, bulging out quite a bit behind her as well in an almost unnatural way. "Yeah, look at what a mess you made," Emily teased as she caught the girl staring in shock at her own image, one that seemed to show a toddler in a very full diaper, not a mature, worldly newswoman. "It's a good thing Pampers are so nice and stretchy. They'll hold even your biggest oopsie."

That thought was not encouraging. How could any mess be bigger than this, she wondered. Then she thought of some diaper art she'd seen - what was it called, hyper messing? - and shivered. That couldn't be real, even here, could it? Had she happened to be thinking of drawings, too, when she made this place? It seemed like so long ago, she had no idea, but it gave her something new to worry about as Emily changed her, putting her into a new Pamper at last, one that seemed a little thicker than usual. It must be an overnight one, she mused, glancing toward the nursery's window to see that there was still sunlight leaking in around the edges of the curtain.

But, sure enough, she was put right back in her crib. "Night-night, Dolly!" Emily chanted, grabbing her backpack. "And you'd better be asleep when I come to check on you!"

After a few attempts at sneaking her hand into her diaper, which was just as tight as the last one, and even thicker, Alisa settled down, curling up in her crib. Even though she'd had a nap already that day, enough had happened that, despite the early hour, she had to admit that she was feeling pretty tired again already, and before long, she fell into a deep sleep. She expected to dream of her old life, or maybe more possibilities of what this new one could hold for her, but instead, her dreams consisted almost entirely of images from that show she'd been forced to watch at the mechanical nursery.

She awoke feeling groggy and wet, reaching down unhappily to feel the diaper between her legs, almost impressed at just how much she'd managed to wet it overnight. This body really was a bedwetter, there were no two ways about that. The wetting had softened the padding, and she found that, if she pressed hard enough, and just right, she could feel it. Feeling only slightly guilty about it - this time she didn't have nearly as much bad to ignore, and waking up in a thick, wet diaper, which had been dry when she went to sleep, in a massive crib wasn't bad as turn-ons went - she began to rub, moaning into her pacifier gag. After all, this was her fantasy, if a rather twisted, extreme version of it. She ought to get some enjoyment out of it.

But she should have known that it wouldn't last, as she was interrupted before she could finish by the door swinging open. Automatically, if reluctantly, she moved her hand away, her whole body squirming, wanting her to go on just a little longer, turning to look at the door, where she saw Mommy standing, a large wooden hairbrush in her hands. At first, she thought the woman had somehow found out what she was doing, but then she remembered that she'd already had a spanking scheduled for the morning.

She closed her eyes, trying to lie still as the woman walked over to the crib, looming over her, but the woman still said, "Don't bother pretending, Dolly. You know what time it is." Almost right away, barely even thinking about it, Alisa opened her eyes again, staring up at the huge woman, feeling especially small. "Emily told me what a naughty girl you were last night, so I hope you don't think I'll be going easy on you."