Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 26

Chapter 26 - Day in the Life


Alisa sucked anxiously on her thumb as she knelt down in the center of the dome-shaped jungle gym, staring out at the shapes of her tormenters as they waited outside, watching her. She knew she should take her thumb out of her mouth, that it was the cause of her current problem, but her predicament was making her nervous, which only made it harder to force herself to give up the comfort of her thumb. It was a vicious cycle, one that she had no doubt was intentional.

"Come on, Emily," Xavier, the leader of the little group, called in to her. "We know what you did!" Xavier was nearly six, which was impressive to the rest of his gang. Of course, normally, Alisa would barely have paid him any mind, but in this body, he was much bigger than her, and seemed to have taken a particular interest in tormenting her. While there were plenty of other kids still in diapers, it was her he had fixated on teasing about it.

It probably didn't help that she "talked funny", as he put it. She knew she didn't sound like any three year old she'd ever met, even the most precocious one, something she had never felt any shame about before now, but these kids didn't sound quite like children, either - something that was pretty common to the stories. That she still insisted on being called Alisa, while the grown-ups only used Emily to refer to her, likely only made things worse. Some of the other kids had given in to calling her by her real name, but not Xavier. Her biggest problem, however, was almost definitely that she had gotten upset the first time he had bothered her, losing her temper and calling him a little brat, and a baby, completely forgetting her own predicament until she finished and realized how much he towered over her despite his young age. As it turned out, he wasn't fond of being called a baby by someone apparently half his age, and took every chance he could to show that she was one instead of him.

He also seemed to have the strange and highly frustrating ability to find her at the worst possible time. Today, it had been partly her fault, she had to admit. Even though they were just a bunch of kids, she still felt the need to announce to them that she didn't really need her diapers whenever they saw her being taken away for a change, which wasn't the best idea. This time, she had just been standing there, sucking her thumb, minding her own business, when Xavier had popped up with a laugh.

"Look, the 'big girl's' going poopy in her diaper!" he had announced to his little minions, who all seemed to find it quite amusing.

"I am not!" Alisa shot back... Only to notice, once her thumb was out of her mouth, that she actually was. She hadn't even noticed the warm mush filling her diaper as she stood there, not until she had stopped sucking her thumb. Her diet had made her bowels more unpredictable, the results softer, and there had been times when she'd had genuine accidents, looking for someone to beg to take her to the potty, but this was the first time it had ever started without so much as a warning. She often came out of her thumb-sucking sessions much wetter than she went in, but it had never gone this far.

"Then let us see!" Yuriko, Xavier's main crony, a four year old with an obvious, and adorable, puppy crush on the bad boy, had insisted, reaching out for the hem of Alisa's dress. Alisa, bowels still emptying, had backed away quickly, almost running into the last member of the group, Zach, before managing to dart away, slipping between the bars of the jungle gym. As soon as she'd gotten there, she'd realized it hadn't exactly been the best choice for a safe spot, but by then, she was already surrounded.

If her count was correct - and it was hard to tell for sure, since the days all seemed to blend together in this place - it had only been a week. Not even a week that she'd been at the daycare, a week since coming to this dimension in the first place. Just one week ago, she'd been a confident, capable, professional, sexy if she did say so herself, and undeniably adult woman. Sure, she might wear diapers at home every once in a while, but nobody knew about that. Now she was a toddler, growing more incontinent by the day as the hypnosis scrambled her brain, bullied by a bunch of children, trapped in an extreme version of her own fantasy, but unable to fully enjoy it. She had lost everything, right down to her body, and everyone seemed determined to take her name as well.

"Just leave me alone, you brats!" she sulked. It seemed like every time she tried to do anything even slightly against the rules, or even thought about attempting escape, she was caught instantly, yet when Xavier and his friends picked on her, there was never anybody around to catch them. She'd been pushed around, teased, had sand dumped into the back of her diaper as she'd played in the sandbox, had finger-paintings vandalized, and not a single one of her tormenters had ever gotten in trouble for it, yet as soon as she tried to fight back, she was caught and sent to the time-out corner, most of the time after a spanking.

It was only then, with the removal of her thumb so she could talk clearing her senses slightly, that she heard the sound of someone sneaking up on her, and she realized Yuriko, who had been positioned behind her, had slid into the jungle gym while she'd been concentrating on the other two. She started to turn to face the girl, but Yuriko was already there, grabbing her and lifting her skirt, pushing a hand against the large, squishy lump in the back of her diaper. At this point, so many people had seen her in her diapers, had changed them, that it was hard to get too upset, at least until the girl loudly announced, "I knew you went poopy!"

"You still wear Pull-Ups!" Alisa snapped at the girl. It was so unfair, being teased for something she knew this kid had been doing herself not that long ago.

"I don't use them," Yuriko informed her haughtily, "because I'm not a baby." With that, she started to drag Alisa out from under the dome, toward the two boys. Alisa tried to struggle free, to stop her, but the rubber mulch beneath the jungle gym made it hard to get any traction, and she was quite a bit smaller than the other girl.

"I thought you didn't need diapers," Xavier said as Yuriko pulled the struggling girl out of her hiding spot, holding her in place. "Aren't you a big girl?"

"Yes," Alisa squeaked, cheeks flushing red as the boy lifted her skirt, showing off her drooping diaper.

"Big girls don't do that," Zach helpfully pointed out.

"Big girls don't wear diapers," Xavier expanded, "I know they don't use them!"

"She did!" Yuriko confirmed, nodding. To Alisa's horror, Xavier reached toward her, poking the thick padding of her diaper before stepping aside to let Zach do the same.

"Yes, she did," Xavier agreed. "And she didn't just pee. I don't think Emily's a big girl at all."

"I'm not Emily," Alisa pouted. "My name is Alisa!"

Xavier turned to Yuriko. "I think Emily," he said the name pointedly," wants to play." He gave her skirt a tug, bringing it to her knees, as Yuriko picked the struggling girl up so the boy could pull it the rest of the way off, tossing it under the jungle gym, leaving Alisa in just her shirt and dirty diaper. Alisa was mortified, staring around in horror, knowing her diaper was in full display.

"I think I know what she wants to play," Yuriko said, pulling Alisa across the playground with her. Alisa could hardly believe what was happening to her - how could the workers not notice this?! Yuriko led her over to the see-saw, forcing her down onto one end before going over to the other herself. Alisa whimpered, starting to get up, only to see Zach and Xavier hovering right behind her, knowing that they could easily catch her if she tried to escape.

"Come on," Alisa begged as Yuriko straddled the opposite seat. "Just leave me alone..." Her face flushed as the other girl sat down quickly, forcing Alisa's own seat up against her diaper, lifting her into the air, and spreading her mess out further as she squirmed in place, staring down at the trio, and then at the rest of the playground. It wasn't a huge see-saw, of course, but she still felt quite exposed there, held above the ground with nothing to cover her Pamper. "Let me down!" she demanded.

Yuriko looked at the boys for a moment, then smiled. "Okay!" she agreed cheerfully, hopping off her end, making Alisa's crash to the ground with a messy squish, though she was glad for the diaper in that moment to save her from a little of the impact. "Do you want to go again?"

"No!" Alisa glowered. "This is not funny, you little bitch, I..."

As soon as she'd said it, Alisa had already started to feel bad, cursing at a little kid, no matter what she had done. She felt even worse as she was interrupted by a familiar, adult voice. "Emily!" Ms. Wren appeared, looking down at her, disappointed. "Where did you hear that, young lady?"

"That's a bad word," Zach offered helpfully.

"Yes, it is," Wren agreed. "Come on, Emily, you need a punishment."

"But..." Alisa whined.

"And where is your skirt?" Wren shook her head. "Silly child." She took Alisa's hand, helping her to her feet, where she saw immediately the state of the girl's diaper. "Did you have an accident, sweetie? You should have come to get a change before playing."

"I wanted to..." Alisa tried to explain.

Yuriko broke in, "I think I saw her skirt by the jungle gym. I'll bring it in!"

"Thank you, dear," Wren smiled at her. "Though I don't think she'll get it back until after her time-out."

"You don't understand!" Alisa complained, but she was being dragged into the daycare anyway, through the rest of the students. They stopped off at the bathroom for a moment, just so Wren could grab a bar of soap, and then Alisa was taken to the naughty corner.

"You should know better than to say bad words like that, Emily," Wren lectured her. "You're to stay in this corner and think about what you did, do you understand?"

"Yes," Alisa answered grumpily. She understood perfectly well; that did't mean she was happy about it. In fact, the only thing keeping her from throwing a tantrum was knowing how it would end, and it was better to stand there in the corner with the soap than to do so while also nursing a freshly spanked bottom. "And my name is Alisa."

Wren shook her head as she pushed the bar of soap into Alisa's mouth, but Alisa couldn't help it. It had almost become a mantra to her, as if denying that she was Emily meant she could deny all this stuff that was happening to her, and if she could just get someone to believe her, that would be all she needed to break free of this new life she'd been thrust into. But for the moment, all she could do was stand in the corner, mouth full of soap and diaper full of poo and fully visible to anyone as she stood with her nose in the corner, just another naughty little toddler.

She felt a little better for a few seconds as her mouth began sucking on the bar of soap in her mouth, but it didn't take long for that comfort to turn to disgust as her saliva started to fill her mouth with bitter suds. Desperately, she tried to keep herself from swallowing any, which meant that, instead, she wound up drooling it down her chin and onto her shirt from around the soap. Even though it tasted awful, she had to reach up to hold the soap in her mouth to keep it from sliding out so she wouldn't get a spanking anyway. And yet her mouth kept on working at the bar of soap, unable, by now, to stop itself.

The whole situation was made worse by Wren's face. The Wren here acted completely different than her boss back home, but it was hard not to compare them. It would be even harder, if she ever made it home, to look the woman in the eye. Every time she had to go to her to tell her she was going to be a little late, she would be worried that she was going to be sent to the corner, perhaps with a sore bottom and a diaper. Maybe Wren would even spank and diaper her in front of the whole office, to set an example... Alisa squirmed, rubbing her thighs together as her frustrated mind built up the fantasy, knowing quite well she couldn't really enjoy it, or do anything about it.

Luckily, since Wren thought she was a toddler, the punishment didn't go on for too long before the woman came back and released her, taking her to the bathroom to help her rinse her mouth out and change her into the spare shirt Selena had packed for her. As Alisa stood there, swishing water around her mouth to try to break all the bits of soap caught behind her teeth loose, she stared sadly at the toilet, starting to wonder if she would ever have the chance to use one of those herself again. After a week in this world, ever having done so at all felt like a distant memory. But as she stood in front of the sink and stared at her diaper, she couldn't help but wonder if it had gotten a little more droopy since she'd been put in the corner, unsure if she'd wet herself as she'd stood there, mouth cleaning itself out.

Finally, when she was done in there, Wren led her by the hand, her messy diaper still on full display, back to the main room, where she was put onto the changing table and cleaned up. Her skirt was sitting there already, waiting for her, which set Alisa to pouting, sure it had been there before her trip to the bathroom. She managed again to hold her tantrum in check, just barely. It would be silly to do it before she got changed, or she might get stuck waiting out another punishment before getting a clean diaper.

"Don't pout, Emily, you know you deserved a time out." And before Alisa could deny it, Wren had plugged her up with a pacifier, leaving her speechless as her diaper was undone, and she was cleaned, powdered, and taped into a new one. "I hope you're going to be a good girl for the rest of the day," Wren said as she got Alisa off the table, helping her into her new skirt. "Now, come on, it's class time."

That thought was enough to cut through the sense of numbing calm the pacifier brought over her. She pointed up at her pacifier, but Wren was already busy leading her to another room, one with a collection of other three year olds and a chalkboard. Though she had grown up to be pretty normal sized, at least as a teenager, Emily had been a bit on the small side as a toddler, so it wasn't unusual for her to be put at the front of the group, as Wren did this time before going up to the board and writing two b's on it, in upper and lower case.

"What letter is this, children?"

Classes were always tedious, and the fact that she was at the front of the room meant she had to pay attention or she would be called out, even though they only talked about things she'd known for longer than she could even remember. But it was always worst when she had the stupid pacifier in her mouth, because that made it look like she didn't know the answer, like she really was just a preschooler, struggling with learning her letters and numbers and colors. And when she'd just gotten a punishment, Wren always paid close attention to her, so when Alisa didn't answer, with the other kids, she asked, "Do you remember what comes before the b, Emily?"

A week before, Alisa had been pretty sure nothing would make her feel more stupid than lying in a crib, struggling with a high schooler's homework. That was nothing compared to sitting in class, completely unable to answer such a basic question. She knew it, of course, but everybody else thought she didn't. Luckily, another little girl was all too happy to chime in with, "A!" before Wren could try to help her guess, but Alisa still felt utterly humiliated, and it only got worse as the class wore on and she was forced to stay mute, knowing full well that she had quite likely wet her diaper at least once as she sat there, completely unaware. This world's Wren never looked more like her own did than when she was giving Alisa a glance of disappointment as she failed to answer, which only added another layer of embarrassment to the ordeal.

Sure enough, once the lesson was over, Wren checked her first and declared her to be, "Soaked already, Emily? Maybe we should start doubling your diapers up all the time." Alisa shook her head, but could protest no more than that as she was changed another time, into a pair of diapers, though she hoped that was just because it was naptime, and not a new status quo - she could only imagine how amused Xavier would be at that.

"You need to think about being a good girl when you lay down," Wren instructed her. "So far today, I only have bad things to tell your mommy about how you acted today."

Obediently, Alisa nodded her head, letting herself get changed into her sleep shirt and taken by one of the assistants to the nap room, where she quickly found her mat. It was hard to miss - shaped and colored like a giant ladybug, with its head as the pillow. She quickly covered herself up, since the shirt left the crotch of her extra-thick nap diaper exposed, and laid her head down, wondering how her life could have come to this in just a week. She was in a toddler's body, as incontinent as one until someone else removed her pacifier, bullied by a bunch of kids barely out of diapers themselves, and, in the eyes of her teacher and classmates, struggling with her ABCs.

It was hard to reconcile her increasingly fuzzy memories of her real life with this one, but she had a ritual that helped, at least somewhat. She closed her eyes to make sure nobody bothered her, and, in her mind, started to recite. "A is for Alisa, that's who I really am. B is for Bremer, she sent me here in her lab. C is for Clara, I was her little doll. D is for Dolly, who I'm not. E is for Emily, and I'm not her, either. F is for Farber, she was my Mommy for a time. G is for Greta, who I wouldn't let myself become." She had more, but  as the days had wore on, she managed to get through less and less of it before drifting off. She worried that one day, she wouldn't even make it through A. If that happened, would she forget who she was? But that was a worry for another time, as she dozed off halfway through her internal, "H is for...", out like a light well before any of the other children.

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 25

Chapter 25 - The All-Seeing Eye


Alisa woke slowly, blinking once or twice before accepting that she really was seeing the bars of a crib in front of her, and that they were there to stay. Sometime during the night, her pacifier had fallen out, but her thumb had replaced it, meaning she could, with a little effort, take it out. Her diaper felt cold and clammy, leaving her with no doubt she was wet, though she wasn't sure just how much, since she couldn't reach down and check without making it worse, and she had gotten herself too tangled up in her blanket overnight to be able to see.

Drowsily, she started trying to extract herself from the blanket's grip, only to stop as her movements pulled the bunched up blanket against her padded crotch. Her eyes widened a little at the sensation, before hungrily, she went back for more, twisting the blanket up and tugging it tighter, thrusting her wet, diaper-clad nether regions against it. She had spent most of two days trapped in the middle of her deepest, darkest fantasies, only to land here, in the body of a toddler, where she might wind up stuck for the foreseeable future; she knew this wasn't helping things, but she had been denied her release time and time again, so she wasn't about to give up this chance. After all, she'd been tempted by the teddy bears in Isabella's house, and at least she'd never read anything about blankets coming to life for revenge.

But just as she felt herself growing warm and wet, not noticing or caring about the moans escaping from her lips, the door opened. Through her haze, she barely heard it, kept humping until she heard a stern voice above her say, "What do you think you're doing?"

She groaned, rolling over sheepishly to see Selena standing over her, arms crossed. "Umm..." Inwardly, she cursed, wanting nothing more than to throw a tantrum as, once again, her attempts at release were frustrated. She squeaked as Selena grabbed her from the crib, pulling away the blanket, and carried the girl into her own room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Even before her diaper came down, Alisa knew exactly what was happening, pleading, "No, please!" as she squirmed futilely in Selena's lap. In part, the denial only made things hotter, but if she never had a moment to herself to enjoy it, that only made it worse.

"You are a little girl!" Selena reminded her with a pair of hard spanks to emphasize the last two words before starting the spanking in earnest. "Good little girls do not do that, do they? Only naughty girls do, and they get punished! Is that what you want?"

"N-No," Alisa shook her head, blushing as she was already at the point of tears. Whether it was from having her pleasure so quickly snatched away, or from being in the middle of a spanking when she was still sore from the last one, she wasn't sure.

"Are you sure? Because I told you yesterday afternoon, I can hear everything you do over my baby monitor. Did you really think you wouldn't be caught?" Alisa, of course, hadn't been there for that warning, but, while it brought a sinking feeling to her stomach, it was hardly a surprise. "I don't want to have to use the hairbrush on you when you're this little, but if that's what it takes, I will. You are going to be a sweet, well-behaved little girl, one who acts her age, whether you like it or not!"

It didn't take much more for Alisa to burst out into tears, which seemed to be all Selena was looking for that time. After just a few more punctuating thwaps on the girl's red backside, she picked her up and set her on the floor, taking her hand and leading her, diaper around her ankles, to the kitchen, where her nose was put in the corner. Selena didn't even have to bother to command her to stay there; Alisa knew the drill. As much as she wanted to rub her sore bottom, she didn't dare risk making a mess in the kitchen, since her diaper wasn't on, so she occupied her hand by sticking her thumb in her mouth instead as she wriggled uncomfortably in the corner, listening to Selena make breakfast, feeling every inch a real toddler.

After what felt like an eternity, her diaper was pulled back up over her red bottom securely, and she was picked up and strapped into a booster seat at the kitchen table, a bowl full of - what else? - oatmeal and a plastic spoon in front of her chair. The oatmeal looked a little thinner than what she had unfortunately gotten used to, and even more pasty and unappetizing, and she had a feeling it was actual baby cereal. Between that and the breastfeeding the night before, she was getting the feeling that Selena was feeding her more like an infant than a toddler, but she wasn't about to bring that up now, as she sat still squirming and whimpering from her latest spanking.

She was glad she would be able to feed herself, though she hardly wanted to eat what she had been given, and when she did pick up a spoonful, a moment later she saw some of the cereal dripping through the spoon back into the bowl. It didn't look like it was going over the sides, so, curiously, she emptied the spoon out and examined it, and saw that it had a hole through it. "Selena," she called, only to get a stern look in return.

"What did you call me, little girl?"

Alisa was confused for a moment. She assumed that Selena and Emily must have had this discussion, so she wasn't positive, but she had a feeling that Selena would prefer to be called "Mommy" or something like that. Doing so would only make her think of Ms. Farber, however, so, instead, she tried, "Momma?", hoping that would work.

Selena seemed satisfied with that. "What is it, Emmy?" she asked sweetly.

"My spoon is broken," Alisa held it up. "Can I have another one?"

Selena walked over and took it, examining it for a minute before handing it back. "It looks fine to me. Eat up, Emmy, so you can grow big and strong."

Alisa could feel a pout washing over her face as she realized the hole was intentional. She wasn't used to her body already, so she would likely be clumsy enough, but that would assure she either made a mess of herself as she ate, or require her to devour the pablum quickly, like she really enjoyed it. And she had no choice but to eat as much of it as Selena wanted her to. Her tiny, chubby legs came nowhere close to reaching the floor, and she was strapped tightly into the booster seat, which was attached quite securely to the chair, trapping her in place.

"Yes, Momma," she sighed, filling up her spoon and moving it to her mouth a little too slowly. The oatmeal dripped down her chin even as she swallowed the first bland mouthful and went back for the second. Selena was all too happy to watch Alisa eat, every now and then swooping in to clean her face, chastising her with a, "What a messy eater you are!" as she ran a washcloth over her chin and nightshirt. There wasn't as much as she had been forced to eat at Mommy's house, but here her stomach was much smaller, so what was there did just about as good a job of filling her up, and once she was done, she barely contained an unhappy sigh as she saw Selena opening her shirt, preparing for the next phase of Alisa's meal.

Disrobed, Selena reached down and yanked off Alisa's nightshirt, now encrusted with cereal drippings, setting it aside and undoing the strap to pick up the nearly naked girl, sitting down in one of the chairs and pushing her head against her bulging breast. Alisa was sure she was never going to get used to this feeling, her mouth taking over and sucking away, even though her mind felt like gagging at the very idea of what she was doing. The calming effect of the sucking motion kicked in even quicker, and, when halfway through, she felt a twinge in her bladder, she barely had time to think about it before she was wetting her diaper. Luckily, this feeding didn't last nearly as long as the one the night before, though it still left her tummy feeling plenty full.

"Good girl," Selena cooed, lowering her to the floor and covering herself back up. "Did you wet again, sweetie?" Alisa blushed, nodding bashfully as the woman reached down, patting her drooping diaper, before, to her surprise, untaping it. "You're soaked!" Selena announced, rolling the diaper up into itself while she stood, grabbing the washcloth she had cleaned Alisa's face with and taking it to the sink, rinsing it off before returning to Alisa and using it to wash her off, clearing her skin of the traces of urine clinging to it, right in the middle of the kitchen.

"There we go!" Selena announced when she finished, going back to the sink and rinsing the washcloth again, setting it aside before washing her hands and picking the used diaper back up. "Can you be a big girl and carry this to the nursery for me?" Alisa didn't particularly want to, but she wanted to disobey the woman even less, so she nodded, taking the soiled garment and following Selena through the house. She felt very silly indeed, running around completely naked, but there was nobody there, and even if there had been, it wasn't like there was anything for them to see.

"Good girl!" Selena praised her once they reached the nursery, taking the diaper and throwing it away before picking Alisa up and setting her on the changing table to get her diapered up, applying some more rash cream as she did so. Once the Pamper was safely in place, Selena happily dressed Alisa in a pair of bright yellow shorts and a pink dress that, on its own, would barely have covered the diaper, then slipped a pair of pink Disney Princess shoes on her feet. A pacifier in her mouth, with a leash clipped to the front of the dress, completed the outfit, and, though Alisa was sure the effect wasn't completely intended, ensured there would be no complaints about it.

Selena set Alisa back on the floor, then grabbed a diaper bag and another bag before herding Alisa through the house and out to the car, where she was strapped into a car seat. She couldn't ask where they were going, which made her a little nervous. Would she be taken back to the robo-nursery? For a moment, she worried that would lead to Mommy finding her again, only to remember just how difficult that would be, considering she wasn't in the same body. Still, she didn't want to give the place another chance at hypnotizing her further.

She hadn't seen any silver pacifiers on her clothes, however, and when the car ride ended, she was at another, more traditional daycare, one with plenty of kids running around on the playground outside. She had worried about this exact thing the night before, so it was hardly a surprise, though she still couldn't help but groan behind her paci. To her surprise, Selena actually seemed to hear it.

"Now, now, Emmy," Selena lectured, "it will be good for you to be around other kids your age. We had this argument when I put you back in high school, and you lost it then. Do you really think you can win it now?" Alisa shook her head, letting herself get taken out of the seat and toddling beside Selena into the building.

"What a little cutie!" exclaimed the woman Selena led her to, a giantess who, to Alisa's shock and embarrassment, looked exactly like her boss from the real world. "What's your name, sweetie?" Alisa was already blushing, and the pacifier prevented her from answering; even though it wasn't true, she couldn't blame the woman for assuming, "Are you bashful, hon?"

"She isn't usually," Selena answered for her. "Come on, Emmy, say hi." Alisa mumbled frustratedly behind her pacifer. "She really likes her paci," Selena explained with a cheerful chuckle. "I suppose I should start trying to move her off of it. Come on, Emily, take it out and answer the nice lady." Alisa, of course, couldn't do that, or anything more than groaning and pointing to the thing. "Yes, that. Just stop sucking for a minute to introduce yourself. You don't want to be rude, do you?"

Frustrated at her lack of ability to communicate, Alisa stomped her foot, which she knew immediately was the wrong thing to do. "What was that, little lady?" Selena fixed her with an icy glare. "Do you need another spanking already?" Alisa shook her head, on the brink of tears in frustration, when, finally, Selena unplugged her mouth, letting the pacifier dangle from its leash. "Are you going to apologize?" Selena asked expectantly.

"I'm sorry," Alisa squeaked.

"That's all right," the woman told her sweetly. It was a little strange to hear that voice sound so soothing - in the real world, it felt like she'd only ever heard it yelling, if not at her then at one of her coworkers. "It's okay to be a little shy, sweetie. Is your name Emily?"

Alisa paused, biting her bottom lip as she considered the question. She knew she should say yes, but doing so meant accepting this new role, this new life. If she said yes now, that would only make it more difficult to convince Selena later that she really wasn't Emily. Yet, if she didn't do it, she knew there was a good chance she would be earning another punishment for herself. It was almost a surprise even to herself when she answered, "No. My name is Alisa."

Selena looked unhappy, but not as much as Alisa had expected. "Now, Emily, we talked about this yesterday. That's just make-believe. You know you really are Emily."

"No, I'm not!" Alisa insisted, doing her best not to push it too far, while still making sure Selena could tell she was serious.

"It's all right," the woman told both of them, "make believe can be fun sometimes, but you know it can't last forever, don't you, Emily?"

Alisa nodded reluctantly. "But it isn't..."

"Stop, Emily," Selena commanded sternly. Alisa pouted, but she could tell that any further argument right then would not end well for her already throbbing rear end.

"Well, Emily," the woman smiled at her, kneeling down and offering her hand, "my name is Miss Wren. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you," Alisa shook her hand, defeated for the moment.

"Good girl," Selena patted her head. "I'm going to have to run, but before I go, I thought I'd better tell you, I caught Emily here... playing with herself... this morning." Alisa thought she might die from humiliation right then and there, hardly able to believe the woman had brought that up. Selena looked a little embarrassed herself, but nothing like what Alisa felt.

Wren, for her part, took it in stride. "Children do that sometimes," she reassured Selena, barely even acknowledging Alisa, even though that was who was being discussed. "It's nothing to worry about. Rest assured, though, we'll be sure to keep an extra close eye on her to make sure it doesn't happen." Alisa's face found a darker shade of red to turn. There was no way she'd have tried that here, with all these actual kids around, anyway, but it was hardly comforting to know that all the workers were going to hear about her little misadventure that morning, so they could be sure to prevent any repeats.

"Thank you," Selena smiled. "Goodbye, Emily, I'll see you this afternoon." She bent down and kissed Alisa's forehead, then left.

"Come on, Emily," Wren took her hand, leading her back outside, "let's introduce you to the other children." Alisa nodded, feeling as shy as Wren had thought her to be before as the woman called everyone's attention to her. "Everyone, there's a new friend for you all to meet. Her name is Emily! Say hello, sweetie."

Alisa swallowed, staring out at all the little eyes staring at her. She knew they were just kids, that it should be pathetic to feel scared of them, but it seemed like there were so many of them... And, more importantly, many of them were bigger, and, physically at least, older than her. Despite its bright colors, its plastic slides and swingsets and sandboxes, the place suddenly felt more like a prison than anything. She wished she was sucking on her pacifier again, but, knowing that would leave her mute until someone else took it out, she did the next best thing and put her thumb into her mouth as she nervously waved with the other hand, not even noticing the trickle of pee that made its way into her diaper.

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 24

Chapter 24 - Pacified


Alisa listened for a few minutes, staying perfectly quiet until she was sure that Robo-Nanny and Emily were gone before she even dared to move again. Part of her regretted it, thinking that she should have at least tried to get the machine's attention so that maybe she would be taken with it, but what good would that have done? Other than getting her out of the crib, of course. But would anyone believe her if she told them what had happened? They never seemed to in the stories, so why would they now?

It was something she knew she should be more upset over, but it was hard to get herself worked up as she sat there, sucking on her pacifier. The longer she did it, the more calm she felt, the the point where, when she noticed she was in the middle of wetting herself, it barely even bothered her. She didn't even try to stop it. She knew her body was getting further and further away, possibly having terrible things done to it already, but what did that matter? She had felt the beginnings of this when she'd sucked her thumb earlier, but she'd been able to get over it by simply taking her thumb out of her mouth, no problem. With the pacifier, however, when she could even work up the motivation to try, her hands seemed completely incapable of so much as touching the thing, much less finding the strengh to pull it out. As long as it was in, it was in, and while it was, she was a blissful little baby.

She had no idea how long passed before, finally, she heard the sound of someone else in the house. Her hope that it was Emily, having escaped and come to switch them back, was quickly dashed by the sound of a clearly older voice shouting, "Is everything all right?!" It took her a moment through the haze of the pacifier's influence, but eventually she was able to identify the voice as belonging to the woman who had "hired" her as the babysitter, before it all had gone wrong. It was only a second or two later that the woman herself bustled into the nursery.

"Where did that babysitter go?" she wondered out loud, before turning to Alisa. "You didn't chase her off, did you?" Alisa shook her head, trying to mumble through her pacifier before finally just pointing to it, hoping to get Selena to remove it. "The place is a mess," the woman continued, not even seeming to notice. "Stuff everywhere! It didn't look like there was anything missing, though." She sighed, shaking her head. "I should have known better than to trust a dwarf with something like this, I suppose." It was then that she noticed the wand sitting on the changing table. Alisa's eyes lit up as Selena picked it up before looking back over at her.

"How did this get here?" she asked, glaring at Alisa. "Did you have her get you this?" Alisa pointed again to her pacifier, and this time, Selena reached in and pulled it out, smiling a little. "You're allowed to do that yourself, you know."

"I'm not Emily!" Alisa explained, the panic of the situation setting in quickly over her with the comfort of the pacifier gone. "I'm the babysitter! She used that thing to switch bodies, and now she's being taken off somewhere to have something horrible done to her! You have to go to Ms. Farber's house and stop it!"

Selena just laughed. "That's very creative, Emily. But don't you think I'm onto your tricks by now? You can't fool me that easily!"

"But..." Alisa whimpered. "It's true! You have to..."

Selena sniffed the air. "Emmy..." she cooed, setting the wand back on the changing table and reaching down to snatch Alisa up mid-sentence. "Didn't she change you, either? You poor thing! But I'm proud of you for making me a nice present! I was sure you were going to be a brat about it and make me help you. I hope you didn't get a rash from it, though... Oh, if you are, I'm going to give Theresa a piece of my mind for recommending that girl! I'll get her mother's name, too, and make sure she knows what its like to be left alone in a stinky diaper!"

With the pacifier out, she did notice her bottom felt a little itchy, but there were more pressing matters to be dealt with. "You don't understand!" she whined. "You have to help me! At least switch us back!" She whimpered a little as she was set on the table, flat on her mushy butt, then pushed gently down onto her back.

"I told you, you aren't fooling me for a second," Selena said, pushing Alisa's nightshirt up and untaping her diaper.

Alisa looked up and saw the wand sitting above her on the table. All she had to do was push the button, and she'd be back in her own body... But did she want that? Somehow, while she was sure Emily would prefer to be back here, she doubted the girl would bother to help her once she was, and she had no idea what was going on with her body now. It could already be in the middle of surgery.

She let out a sudden giggle, squirming as Selena tickled her stomach. "You made quite a mess for mommy, didn't you?" the woman teased. "I knew you would be a good baby, just as soon as you figured out how to make yourself into one!"

"I'm not!" Alisa pouted. "I told you, I'm not Emily! My name is Alisa!"

"I thought you told me you were the babysitter," Selena said. "You're usually better than this, Emmy."

"I am!" Alisa insisted.

"Emmy, your babysitter's name wasn't Alisa, it was Ursula. You aren't even close." Selena shook her head as she opened the diaper and started wiping Alisa clean. "And I think Ursula deserves a few days in diapers herself. For supposedly being such a great babysitter, she's not very responsible."

Alisa wrinkled her brow in confusion before remembering that Selena had thought she was someone else when she showed up at the door. Someone who had had car trouble, and, if Alisa didn't do anything, was about to have some potty training troubles as well. "No, that wasn't her!" she tried to explain. "I was just on the run from something, and you thought I was her, and I went along with it to try to hide!"

"Uh-huh," Selena nodded. "Nice try, Emmy. Next time, pay more attention to your babysitter's name."

"You don't understand!" Alisa whined. Selena, having finished with the clean-up, was now rolling up the diaper, turning to throw it away. It was clear that she wasn't going to believe Alisa's story, so, finally, Alisa decided to just go for it and scooted up on the table, grabbing the wand. She hesitated for a moment, debating on if it was better to be here, in the body of a toddler, or there, in a more adult one that might be getting modified into a permanent infantile state at that very moment, but before she could decide, it was snatched out of her hands.

"What are you doing?" Selena scolded her. "What is this thing, young lady?"

"It's what made us switch bodies!" Alisa tried to explain. "Just let me push the button!"

"Really? You think I'm going to let you play with one of your little toys without knowing what it really does?" Selena raised her eyebrow. "And here I thought you were going to be a good little girl for me."

"Then you push it!" Alisa pleaded. She was a little worried about what Emily had said before, about not being able to get everybody back in the right body if there was another switch, but maybe that was what she'd have to do. At least with Emily in Selena's body, and there with her, they had a chance of figuring the whole thing out together.

"I'm not falling for that, either." Selena walked over to the dresser, setting the wand on top before returning to the changing table and pulling out another diaper, slipping it under Alisa before getting out a tub of thick, gooey diaper rash cream to massage on her before taping the garment in place.

"Please," Alisa sniffled. "Just let me push it! I promise, its not a bomb or anything!" She found it hard to figure out why Emily would design the thing how she had, so the victim had to be the one to press the button. She supposed it was because Emily knew that, eventually, curiosity woul win out over someone, or maybe it was so she could "use" it herself, prove it was harmless, then pass it off to her victim. Or it could just be about control. Setting it up that way meant that, no matter whose body she jumped into, when she got there, she'd have ahold of the device.

"That's very encouraging," Selena smiled. "Just calm down, sweetie. I know you're worried about the side effects of regressing this far, but I promise, I'll take good care of you. And Vera has found a new place to do trials, so you won't be the only one. Don't worry, Emily, it will be okay."

"No, it won't!" Alisa insisted. "I'm not Emily!"

"I've had enough of this game, Emily. Come on, I'll give you a little snack, and then I think it's time for you to go to bed." Selena picked up the pouting little girl, carrying her through the house, but not to the kitchen or dining room, like Alisa expected. "I really need to get a rocking chair for your nursery," Selena said, sitting down instead in a large easy chair, setting Emily on her lap before starting to unbutton her shirt.

Alisa stared at her in horror as it slowly dawned on her just what was about to happen. "No!" she squeaked. She had made it this far in this world without being breastfed, surely she could go a little longer.

Selena had other plans, however. "Yes," she countered sternly. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to be small enough to do this, Emmy. I told you earlier, you are my baby now, and you are going to behave. I did you a favor leaving you big enough to do some things for yourself, but if you refuse to be a good girl, I can make you younger. Before I do that, though, you know I'll spank you, and I bet it'll hurt a lot more now that you're so much smaller. Is that what you want?"

"No," Alisa answered, but as the woman unclipped her nursing bra and then pushed the girl toward her large, heavy breasts, Alisa tried to squirm away anyway.

In only a matter of seconds, Alisa was laid out over the woman's lap, diaper pushed down, given just enough time to process her situation before Selena gave her bottom the first smack. Selena wasn't nearly as big as Mommy had been, but Alisa had also been a lot bigger when Mommy had spanked her. Relatively speaking, she was pretty sure she was even smaller now, and Selena seemed even more eager in her punishment, as if that alone was what stood between her and her own obedient little toddler.

Alisa made herself cry as quickly as she could, hoping that would get Selena to stop, but the woman was used to Emily's tricks, and didn't even slow down until her half-fake tears became real. Once she started really sobbing, there were a few more, softer, spanks, and then the diaper was slid back into place, with a final pat. "Are you going to be a good girl?" Selena asked.

"Y-Yes," Alisa nodded. It didn't seem she had much choice. She was in a toddler's body, diapered, spanked, and about to be breastfed, as she was pulled into a hug, and then pushed over toward the woman's breast. She sniffled softly, rubbing her sore backside without thinking about it, only to let out a small gasp as she felt her tummy cramp and immediately begin trying to fill her so-recently changed diaper. She fought to stop it, but she couldn't stop it and the feeding at the same time, so, despite herself, she opened her mouth, letting it be filled by the woman's slightly sweaty flesh.

She just sat there, squirming, unable to completely stop the mess, but letting out as little as she could, for a couple seconds before another swat on her diapered bottom forced her to start sucking, slowly at first, then, as that did little good, harder and harder. She was surprised as the milk first gushed into her mouth, warm and strangely sweet - she wasn't sure what she was expecting it to taste like, but not this - enough that she lost control of her other end for a moment, right as Selena cradled her, holding her tiny body, her large hand right on the seat of Alisa's diaper. Alisa's cheeks flushed even redder as she felt the woman move her hand slightly, as if not sure what she was feeling at first.

"Oh, my," Selena chuckled. "Making me another present already?"

Alisa squirmed, feeling her mouth fill with the milk, and her diaper continue to fill as she tried in vain to control either one. Just as it had with her thumb and the pacifier, once her mouth started the sucking motion, she found it nearly impossible to stop on her own, and the fact that she knew she would be punished if she actually could only encouraged her not to try even more. So, feeling completely helpless, and unsure of what else she could do, she simply gave in. As her stomach filled with the milk, and Selena switched her to the other side, she could feel herself growing sleepy, yet once she started sucking again, she couldn't make herself stop until, at last, Selena pulled her free, straddling the slightly dazed girl across her knee as she re-fastened her bra, and buttoned her shirt back up.

"Is that better?" Selena asked, bouncing her leg a little against Alisa's squishy diaper once she was dressed again. "Is your tummy nice and full?" Alisa nodded, getting another hug for it before being taken back to the nursery and changed before being placed in her crib once again. "Now, are you done with your silly little game?" Alisa looked up at Selena in confusion. "Are you done pretending not to be Emily?"

"I'm not," Alisa insisted, though now her voice sounded as meek as she felt after what had just happened.

"I'll tell you what," Selena said, sighing. "Do you really want to push the button?" She walked over to the dresser, picking up the wand. "If you promise me nothing bad will happen, I'll let you do it this once." She walked to the crib, but held the wand out of Alisa's reach. "And know that if this is a trick, I'll make you even younger. Got it?" Alisa nodded, reaching up for the thing, desperate for some way out of this. She might not wind up in a much better position at the other end of the switch, but at least Mommy didn't seem interested in re-living her breastfeeding days.

Selena lowered the wand, letting Alisa snatch it before grabbing it again briefly. "Calm down. I can take it back." Alisa nodded, pulling it away gently, though her hands were shaking slightly as the woman stepped away, warning, "Don't aim it at me."

Alisa held her breath, bracing herself for the feeling of the switch, and for whatever awful scenario she was going to open her eyes to on the other side, as she closed them on Emily's nursery, finger hovering over the button. She paused for another second, then pressed it, felt the button go down. She thought that seemed strange, as she didn't remember that from the last time she'd done it - the change had happened even before the button had fully pushed in - but she tried to tell herself it didn't mean anything.

She attempted to convince herself that it felt like she was somewhere new, as well, yet she only had to open her eyes a crack to see the bars of her crib, and Selena standing beyond them. "It didn't work!" Alisa wailed, tapping the button again and again, growing more frustrated as each time produced the same non-result. Why wasn't she switching back? What did it mean?

"So, what did it do?" Selena asked curiously, reaching in to pull it away. Alisa grabbed for it, but the woman easily tugged it away from her prying fingers. "I told you you could do it once," Selena lectured. "I'm guessing it didn't work, huh? That's okay, sweetie. When you grow up again, I'm sure you'll build all kinds of stuff even better than... whatever this is."

"No!" Alisa wailed. "Give it back! I hafta get my old body back!"

Instead, Selena gave her the pacifier, instantly calming her down. "You will get it," she said, soothingly. "You just have to grow back into it." Alisa tried to explain that wasn't what she meant, but it was all wordless babble behind her pacifier, that quickly faded away as she started to suck. "Night-night, baby girl." Selena bent down, kissing the top of Alisa's head, then left the room, switching on a nightlight before turning off the other lights, leaving Alisa alone as the girl curled up in her crib and drifted off to sleep, dreaming, once again, about Naomi and Oliver's brightly colored adventures.

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 23

Chapter 23 - Phone Home


"God, what were you wearing?" Emily asked in disgust, staring down at herself. "Is this a shirt?"

Alisa squirmed as she watched her own body start to undress itself, untying the ribbon and unbuttoning the shirt before getting to the shorts beneath and tugging them out. "Oh, my God," Emily giggled. "Well, I guess these count as big girl panties... Barely. Where did you get these?"

"I was in a hurry," Alisa mumbled, whimpering as she felt another cramp from the enema. The enema she'd given to this body, before taping the diaper onto it. And since she was now in this body, she'd essentially done that to herself. She really regretted deciding to get revenge, even though, clearly, Emily had been lying to her after all.

"Whatever," Emily rolled her eyes. "Maybe some of my old clothes will fit." She turned, starting to walk back out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Alisa pleaded, watching herself walk away. "You can't leave me like this!" She couldn't help but wonder if Emily had been playing her all along, and all that talk about losing her memories had been to make Alisa feel sorry for her... But if she hadn't, would the same rules apply to someone who had been mind-switched to a regressed person's body?

"Believe me, I'd rather not," Emily scoffed, looking down at her new body again. "But if I can't find where that bitch hid my regressor, this is better than that, at least until I find something new." She laughed at the confused look on Alisa's face. "Oh, sweetie... You don't get it, do you? Well, I suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. That woman you saw earlier isn't my mother. That was Selena, my supposed assistant. I came up with the idea for the regressor beam in college, but after an accident, I ended up as a teenager again. Of course, nobody at the school believed that was what happened, and they kicked me out, thinking I was just some kid pretending to be me. I wasn't about to go back home like I was, and I couldn't even try to get my own place looking like I did, so I thought I was lucky when I heard from someone interested in helping me continue development.

"She hooked me up with Selena, someone to pretend to be my mother while I worked. Of course, Selena decided that, to fit in, I'd have to act like a normal teenager, which meant school, and babysitting, and... ugh, like it wasn't bad enough going through all that the first time! I had a lot more important things to worry about than homework, which is why I pawned it off on you. I wouldn't have even bothered, but Selena is big into playing her role, and if my teachers told her I didn't turn in my homework, she would punish me. It was ridiculous! And it was my first clue that something wasn't right.

"That's why, while I was trying to perfect the regressor, I was also working on the 'wand'. I had a feeling that, once I was done with it, Selena wouldn't hesitate to use the regressor on me so she could keep me as her child, so I built something that I never let her see, in the hopes that, when she found it while searching my things after she did... that..." she gestured towards her old body, stuck in the crib, "...to me, she'd be curious enough to press the button, which would open a path to let my consciousness switch places with hers. Unfortunately, it turned out she was smarter than I assumed. So it was lucky for me that you weren't."

"But I..." Alisa started to protest, only to be stopped as one final cramp hit, and, in one large rush, her body evacuated the contents of its bowels, gushing out into the seat of her diaper.

"That's kinda creepy to watch," Emily wrinkled her nose, staring at her old body as it did its work. "Look, just sit tight, and hopefully I'll be able to switch us back before long, okay? And if you're a good girl, maybe I won't call Ms. Farber before I do, though if this is how you dress yourself on your own, it's pretty clear you need someone to take care of you. I just hope Selena isn't turning the machine over right now..."

"Don't go!" Alisa begged, wrapping her hands around the bars and watching helplessly as Emily went back out into the hall. "Don't leave me like this!" This time, she meant more the state of her diaper, than the body, though of course she would rather have gotten both fixed if she thought Emily would actually do it. Just like the night before, she was being left in a crib, in a messy diaper, by Emily, except this time, she was supposed to be the babysitter. At least this time she didn't have any homework she was being forced to do, though even if she had, what would it be? At Emily's new age, she'd be lucky to be working on her numbers, maybe her ABCs.

If Selena was so into treating her like her physical age, and Emily didn't switch them back before the woman got home, did that mean Alisa was going to be spending her time at daycare now, sitting among actual toddlers and being treated like one, "learning" basic things she'd known for longer than she could even remember? Even if the regressing didn't sap her mind back to that age on its own, she had a feeling that a few weeks, or months, of that would leave her feeling like a real toddler anyway. After all that time being treated like a baby, now she really was one.

She paced across the crib a couple times before getting bored, not to mention tired. Emily must have had a long day, she reasoned, what with going to school and finishing up her invention and then being turned into a toddler. She didn't really want to sit down, for obvious reasons, so instead she laid down on her stomach, continuing to watch the door, waiting for some sign that Emily's search had been fruitful, and she could go back to her own - from this world, anyway - body. It felt extra frustrating for her to be stuck here when, finally, she'd made her way back to real underwear. She had been so certain it wouldn't happen... She supposed she should have known something would happen before long to undo it. It would have been nice to have been able to wait a little longer before messing herself, though. It felt like she was spending more time in full diapers than clean ones lately.

She sighed boredly as she looked around. Suddenly, she didn't mind the whole homework thing from the evening before as much, because at least it was something to do. Now, all she had was the toy phone she had put in there herself, and she wouldn't be caught dead playing with that. Though, as the minutes ticked on, and Emily didn't return, she found her eyes returning to it again and again. She reached out once to put the receiver back in place, which only drew her attention to it more. It looked rather old, though that might have been because it had a rotary dial. She stuck her finger into one of the holes, pushing it slightly before letting go with a sudden thought.

In the stories, she had seen all kinds of different devices used to regress people. Ray guns, remote controls, huge machines, all sorts of things. She couldn't remember anyone ever using a phone, but there was no reason it couldn't work, was there? It would be a pretty brilliant place to hide it. All you'd have to do was dial in the age you wanted and pick up the receiver. Perhaps Emily had done that to hide it from Selena. Of course, that didn't make much sense considering Emily was now scouring the house for something else, when Alisa had dropped the phone right in there with her.

Alisa had assumed that Emily made up the whole thing about the mind regressing gradually to the age of the body to garner sympathy, but what if she hadn't? What if the process had already started in Emily and she hadn't realized it, and didn't remember that her device had been right in front of her? The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Things usually happened for a reason in stories, sometimes more than one. She had put the phone in there to be mean, sure, but what if there had been another, more grand, reason that she herself hadn't been aware of until now?

She reached out her finger, pushing it into the 9 hole, just as a test. If nothing else, that should be plenty old enough that she could open the crib and grab the wand. Then she could go back in the crib, lock it up, regress herself back down, and use the wand to pull Emily back into her own body, trapping her there. It was all laid out perfectly, so much that she was becoming more and more certain that she had to be right. Slowly, heart pounding, she dragged the dial around to the stopper, then let it go, listening to it click nine times as it spun back around to its original position. Nervously, she reached out to grab the receiver, closing her hand around the plastic toy and picking it up, hand shaking slightly as she brought it to her ear, closing her eyes.

"Hello?"

There was no answer, but she hadn't really expected one - the receiver was a solid piece of plastic with some dents at both ends, no actual holes. She kept her eyes shut, trying to tell if she could feel anything changing, wondering if she would, doing her best to stay perfectly still so as not to mess anything up. For a few moments, she could almost believe she felt a tingle, something, but after a little while, she knew she was just fooling herself. She opened her eyes slowly, still holding out a tiny bit of hope that she'd see a more mature hand holding the phone, but, sure enough, nothing had changed.

She sighed and hung up. Some things were just coincidence, she supposed. Besides, Selena probably would have been suspicious if she'd noticed the teenage Emily playing with a toddler's toy phone and wouldn't have just left it there with the other toys. Still, before completely giving up, she pulled the toy closer to her, looking it over for some kind of switch or something that might turn its secret capabilities on. It was possible that she had to put in some code through the dial before it activated, but with no way of knowing what it was, or even how long it would be, if that really was the case, it might as well not exist.

"Having fun?" Alisa jumped a little at the sound of her voice - since coming to this world, she had known it sounded different, but only now, hearing it from the outside, and comparing it to memories of her own voice on the recorder she used to tape interviews, did she realize just how high and squeaky it had become. It was just as strange to see exactly how much more petite her body had become in this world, which was easier to tell now that Emily had changed it into a pair of denim shorts that seemed to be meant to be just a little shorter, and a t-shirt that almost fit. "That does seem like the sort of thing you'd like. Right at your maturity level."

Alisa glowered up at Emily, starting to get annoyed by the brat's constant insinuation that she was stupid. Sure, she might have gotten tricked into this body switch, but that was only because she was trying to be nice. What was wrong with that?

"Oh, don't pout. You know I'm just playing." Alisa didn't know that, and Emily's chuckle made her even less sure of it. "Listen, we might have a little problem... I'm not seeing it anywhere, so you might need to stay like that for a little longer. I'm going to look again, just in case, but if it doesn't come up, Selena has probably already turned it in, so I'd need to borrow your body to sneak into my partner's lab."

"I can get it for you!" Alisa offered. "Please, just switch us back, I'll go wherever you want!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you would," Emily smirked. "No way you'd just take off when you had the chance and leave me stranded here."

"I wouldn't! I promise!" But even Alisa knew there was no way Emily would take her seriously. She supposed she couldn't really blame the girl.

"Thanks, but I can handle it myself," Emily said, walking toward the changing table. "Look, I'm going to do my best to get this done in your body, but if it comes down to it, I might have to try to switch again, which might make things... messy. I'm not really sure what would happen, especially when I try to get back into my own body. So, no hard feelings, okay?"

"What? No!" Alisa sat up, wrinkling her nose as her bottom landed in the squishy mess in her diaper. "I don't want to be stuck in some random person's body!"

"That might not happen," Emily shrugged, reaching for the wand. "But I'm sure it would be better than being stuck as a toddler, wouldn't...?"

The sound of the doorbell cut her off, the two girls looking toward the front of the house in unison. "Are you expecting someone?" Alisa asked. Selena wouldn't be ringing the bell, surely, which meant it had to be someone else. But who? A neighbor? The police? Alisa glanced over at Emily, noting again just how small and innocent she looked. It was no surprise everyone she had met had seemed to think she belonged in diapers; she had a bad feeling that anyone on the other side of the door would think the same way.

"No," Emily shook her head. "I can't imagine you would have a boyfriend or anything you were going to have meet you here?"

"I could," Alisa sulked. "...But no. I don't think you should answer it."

"Oh, really?" Emily rolled her eyes. "Please tell me you were smart enough to lock the door when you came in."

"Yes, I was!" Alisa snapped. "I'm not an idiot, you know! Just because I'm not some genius like you doesn't mean..."

This time it was her that was silenced by the doorbell, followed by a very familiar voice. "Please let me in," it boomed, louder than any normal voice, sounding just slightly mechanical. "I am searching for a lost child."

Alisa's heart jumped a beat. The Robo-Nanny had followed her here! Her eyes darted over to Emily, in her body. Part of her was tempted to tell the girl to let the robot in, to let her catch the brunt of whatever it intended for her, but that was obviously a bad idea. The thing knew her as Dolly, which meant that it was probably connected to Mommy somehow. And if Mommy was desperate enough to use that to bring her back, it seemed very unlikely that she would give "Alisa" another chance to get away. Emily might be smart, but surely even she would have trouble escaping with her fine motor skills and voice disabled.

But when Alisa looked at Emily, she saw a similar panic in the girl's eyes. "She's coming for me... you..." She bit her bottom lip as she glanced around the room, thinking. "Selena has to have turned it over, and now she doesn't need me anymore. Damn it, I knew I couldn't trust her! I don't know what she's going to do..." She closed her eyes for a second, until the doorbell rang again. "Just stay here, okay? Don't make a noise. I'll find some way to get rid of it. I'll tell it you... I... whatever... went off... Gah!" Emily stomped her foot. "Where would I be going? She knows I'm just a baby now!"

"You can't tell it anything!" Alisa told her. "Emily, it isn't after you, it's after me! You can't let it find my body! You have no idea what its going to do!"

"I got sick," Emily mused out loud. "I got sick, and my babysitter had to call someone to take me to the doctor, and then the babysitter stayed here to watch the house. That makes sense, I guess... It might buy us a little time to get away."

"No!" Alisa yelled, getting to her feet. "Emily, you can't go out there!"

"Oh, shut up!" Emily glared at her, grabbing a pacifier from the changing table and shoved it through the bars into Alisa's mouth. Instinctively, Alisa began to suck on it, calming down instantly. It was even more potent than sucking her thumb had been, and she found herself sinking down to her mushy backside again as she got caught up in it. "Who would want you? Now just stay quiet and I'll be back in a minute."

Alisa watched Emily go, mumbling incoherently through her pacifier. She tried to reach up, to take it out, but for some reason, she found that she simply couldn't. At first she thought it was this body's reaction, somehow, but then she recalled that she hadn't had a pacifier since the last time she'd seen the show... And she had been sucking her thumb quite a bit since then. This could be another side effect of the hypnosis, exhibiting itself at the worst possible time, as was fairly normal in the stories.

Desperately, fighting past the overwhelming sense of calm the pacifier was bringing her, she got back to her feet, shaking the bars of the crib desperately. They didn't budge, and didn't make any noise, so instead she grabbed the toy phone and tried to throw it over the rail, hoping it would land on the floor and break loudly. It barely made it halfway up the bars before hitting with a small thud and then landing quietly back on the mattress.

Across the house, she heard a faint noise like a door opening, and her own voice saying, "Hello?" And then there was silence.

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 22

Chapter 22 - Adventures in Babysitting (Through the Looking Glass)


The sound of Emily's voice was still similar enough to what it used to be to make Alisa fidget in place for a moment, not to mention the use of her former alias, but a quick look at the adorable tyke her former tormentor had been turned into was enough to calm her down enough for a smile to begin to form on her face.

"Don't you laugh at me!" Emily insisted angrily. "This should be happening to you, not me! You're the baby!"

Alisa knew she should be mature about the situation, but it was hard to resist the urge to rub Emily's face in their new situation, considering everything the girl had done to her the last time she'd seen her. "I'm the baby?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you should look over at that mirror. Look at those chubby little cheeks, those little arms and legs, and, oh yeah, those Pampers!" Alisa reached between the bars of the crib, patting the crotch of the girl's diaper, surprised to feel a warmth there. "What is this? Are you wet?"

"It was a long naptime," Emily pouted grumpily, pushing Alisa's hand away with a blush, having to use both hands. Alisa only smiled wider. It was a good thing Emily was just a normal sized human, rather than one of the Amazons, or their size difference wouldn't have been nearly as pronounced, and while Alisa still might have preferred someone Emily's new age to be even smaller in comparison to her, she still had no doubt she could pick her up, and pretty much do whatever she wanted.

"So, what happened, Em?" she asked, staring into the crib. "Is this what your mommy always does to you? Does she make you a toddler every night when you aren't off babysitting so you can't get into trouble?"

"What? No! That's ridiculous!" Emily rolled her eyes. "I told you, this should be happening to you! It's your fault!"

"My fault?" Alisa snorted. "I didn't regress you! I..." She paused as she remembered what she had done the last time she'd seen Emily, when she'd been forced to do most of the girl's homework.

"You screwed me, you idiot! You failed every single one of those assignments, and my mom was so pissed, she decided to take me back even further and start over from preschool!" Emily raged, glaring up at Alisa. "I thought maybe you'd be smart enough to do one subject right, but I guess I was wrong!"

"That's what you get for passing your homework off on a 'baby'," Alisa snapped back defensively, before something else the girl had said caught her attention. "Wait, even further? Was she going to regress you anyway?"

"No, she already had," Emily sighed. "I used to be twenty, and off in college, but I was partying too much, and having trouble with my grades, so my mom decided I needed to go through high school again so I could be better prepared or something. And then, because of you, I couldn't even do that!"

Alisa wanted to point out that if one homework assignment made that much of a difference, she couldn't have been doing that well in the first place, but considering some of the stories she'd read, sometimes that was all it took to incite this sort of punishment. Instead, she asked, "If you were already in college, shouldn't your high school work have been really easy?"

"It was, in the beginning," Emily admitted. "But the longer you stay regressed, the more your brain conforms to your new age. I can vaguelly remember being in college, but anything from classes or anything specific like that is pretty much all gone." She looked sad, and, despite how the girl had treated her the night before, Alisa couldn't helping feeling bad for her. This new body of hers meant that almost everything about her was going to be erased, sealed away in her mind like a distant dream, leaving her a helpless toddler.

"That's horrible," Alisa shook her head.

"Yeah, but it's nothing compared to what Ms. Farber is going to do to you when I tell her you're here! And it doesn't even look like you're in your diapers! I hope she lets me watch her spank the living daylights out of you!"

Alisa sighed. It was hard to feel sorry for her when she continued to insist this was her fault. Part of her almost bought into it, but she had to remind herself that, had Emily not forced her to do her homework for her, it probably wouldn't have happened. "How are you going to tell her?" she asked. "You're trapped in a crib. I don't see any phones in there with you, either?" She looked around the room, walking over to a pile of old baby toys that she assumed had belonged to Emily the first time she'd been through toddlerhood, grabbing a toy telephone. "Is this what you want? Are you going to call her on this?"

She spotted a small footstool and dragged it over to the crib, climbing up on it and then getting up on her toes to drop the pink, plastic toy over the side. "There you go!" she teased. "Call her!"

"Shut up," Emily sulked.

"I don't think I like you talking to me that way," Alisa said, staying up on the footstool for a minute, liking the extra height it gave her, making her feel all the more superior to her tiny prey. "I think you still don't understand the situation, little lady. I think you're still under the impression that you're in charge, but guess what? Now I'm the babysitter, not you. You are the baby. If you're having trouble remembering that, just look down at your wet little diaper. The only way you're getting out of it is if I decide to change you!"

Emily sat down, folding her arms and pouting, not saying anything. Alisa sighed as she watched her, having to admit that she did feel kind of bad for yelling at her. Whatever Emily had done to her, it probably wasn't really fair to take advantage of this opportunity to get revenge. She knew if she was in the same situation, she would be terrified. She stared at the girl for a few moments, then reached up, undoing the latches on the side of the crib and lowering it so she could reach in and pick up the little girl.

"What are you doing?" Emily squirmed in her grip, almost making Alisa drop her.

"I'm changing you!" Alisa said. "I don't want you to get a rash." With the stool, she could have reached the top of the changing table, but for someone her size, lifting Emily up onto it would have been pretty difficult, so she set her down on the floor. "Just hold still for a minute."

She just watched Emily for a couple seconds, making sure the girl didn't try anything, before stepping off the stool and pushing it over to the changing table. Emily, in turn, was watching her suspiciously, as if she was sure she couldn't just be doing this to be nice, that she had to have some sort of angle. Alisa gathered up the supplies and set them down, spreading out a changing pad in front of the crib and then giving Emily an expectant look.

"I can do it myself," Emily grumbled, but she seemed to already know that wouldn't work, since she laid down anyway.

After having so many of her own diapers changed here, it was a little odd for Alisa to find herself being the one doing the changing. She untaped Emily's Pamper, cleaning the girl up before sliding a fresh one beneath her. She spent a moment contemplating getting her revenge, before Emily whined, "What's taking so long?!"

Alisa didn't answer, she just began sprinkling the baby powder, then grabbing a mini-enema she'd happened to see among the other supplies and slipping it into the girl's backside. Emily squeaked and squirmed, which only prompted Alisa to squeeze the bulb, not wanting the girl to pull it out with her movements. Quickly, Alisa pulled the front of the diaper shut and taped it tightly in place, unable to stop herself from grinning down at Emily.

"Why did you do that?!" Emily sniffled, pulling herself into a seated position before stumbling to her feet. "You little bitch!"

"A sweet girl like you shouldn't use language like that," Alisa explained, trying to sound patient. "And you're the little one now. Besides, you made me stay in my messy diaper all evening yesterday; I think it's only fair you get to feel what that was like, for however long I decide is appropriate."

"That is not fair!" Emily stomped her foot, face getting red. "I'm already becoming a baby, why are you rubbing it in? Why are you being so mean to me?"

Alisa was surprised to see Emily start to cry, suddenly feeling bad for her little act of revenge. "I just... It's just because... Yesterday, you..." She bit her bottom lip, thinking back to what Emily had said before about what happened when she got regressed. Did she even remember the day before? Was it really fair to punish her for something she didn't recall doing?

"I don't wanna go poopy in my diaper!" Emily wailed, making Alisa feel even worse about herself.

"I'm sorry!" she said. "I didn't think.." She stopped herself short of asking the girl if she wanted to use the potty, to try to smooth things over, reminding herself just how coherent Emily had been before the diaper change. It seemed like a pretty strange coincidence, her mental regression kicking in right then, right when Emily wanted to get out of doing something. Alisa had gotten the feeling before that the mental degradation was more of a gradual thing, but now, it just seemed to happen all at once. The little monster was playing her!

...Or was she? She didn't really know how it worked. She hated to think she was being cruel to someone who was effectively just three years old just because one version of her had been mean to her. It was probably like how she'd felt, getting blamed for everything the her in this world had done, except Emily wasn't even really old enough to process it all, if she wasn't pretending. In fact, the only reason she had to think that Emily would be losing her memories was the girl's own words, and who was to say that she hadn't lied about that?

As she stood there and watched, Emily began to fidget, clamping her hands to the back of her diaper and doing a potty dance, but never once seeming to think to ask to use the bathroom. Did that mean she was faking or not? Alisa's brain was hurting from trying to figure it out, and finally, she picked up the wiggly toddler and put her back in the crib, locking the side back in place as she did her best to ignore the girl's pitiful face.

"Meanie!" Emily called her, tears trickling from her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Alisa said. "I just..." She shook her head, feeling more sure that Emily was manipulating her. "No. Emily, you aren't fooling me! You know you deserve this for yesterday, and for what you did to Ms. Farber's poor niece! This is only fair, and you aren't..."

But Emily just kept crying. "You're mean! I didn't do anything! I'm a big girl, I don't wanna use my diaper! Please, I want my wand!"

Alisa began doubting herself again, just enough that she took a few steps towards the pile of toys, looking for some kind of fairy princess wand the girl might like to play with. "I don't see any wand," she told her, shrugging. "Do you want your little stuffed kitty? That's kind of..."

"No! I want my wand!" Emily wailed.

"I don't see it," Alisa told her, looking around for any other stashes of toys and finding none. "I'm not sure..."

"Mommy took it!" Emily sniffled. "I want it!"

That made Alisa a little nervous, but she knew it didn't necessarily mean anything. Her mother might have just thought it wasn't appropriate for someone Emily's new age, or she might have taken it back when Emily had been this age the first time around. Either way, if it would calm her down, Alisa supposed it couldn't hurt to go look. After all, Emily was safely in her crib, and if this "wand" looked dangerous, she could always say no.

"I'll be back in a minute," Alisa said, walking out of the nursery and back down the hall, part of her wondering just what kind of a wand she was looking for. She had assumed it was some toy the girl had an attachment to, but as she thought about it, she remembered that there were also certain vibrators that were called wands. Her mother confiscating one of those would make sense, and it was possible that her regressing mind simply remembered the good feeling it brought without realizing what it actually was. There was no way she'd give that to a child, of course, but after her various adventures, she couldn't deny that she found the idea of it appealing herself. She might not be able to touch herself there, but surely it wouldn't count if she used a machine...

But she found neither of those things in Emily's mother's room. She looked first in the woman's desk, then poked around her closet, but there was nothing. She did see some kind of metal contraption in the bottom desk drawer, looking like it had been cobbled together from bits and pieces of some high tech devices she'd never seen before, but she brushed past it during her initial search, and it was only once the closet proved fruitless that her mind wandered back to it.

She went back to the desk and pulled the thing out, looking at it. It was sort of long and thin, sort of like a wand, she supposed, but otherwise looked nothing like one. Surely there was no way this was what the girl had meant, was there? What could she want with it? There was no way she'd let an actual child play with it - there were too many exposed circuits and wires - and if the still adult Emily wanted it, she was just as hesitant to hand it over. It occurred to her that she'd never actually been told how Emily had been regressed. After her adventures in the robo-nursery, and with Robo-Nanny, she'd just assumed that the regression had been done technologically as well, but there were just as many stories about witches using magic to de-age people as there were about mysterious machines doing the same thing. The thing in her hand looked easily like it could fit into either category.

Was this what had zapped away more than a decade of Emily's age? It would make sense that she'd want it if that were the case, since surely there was a way to reverse the process... But should she help Emily with that? It had seemed like an awfully harsh punishment, and a scary fate for anyone, despite what they had done to her. She didn't like the idea of leaving her like that, but if she did re-age her, who was to say that she wouldn't call Mommy after all. Back at her full age, she could easily keep Alisa there until Mommy got there, and given the woman's plans for her, Alisa had no desire to return.

Of course, all of that was moot if this wasn't the right thing after all. She turned it over in her hands, searching for some kind of label, something to tell her what it was, or what it did. All she found was a single, red button. There was no setting for advancing or reversing time, or one to choose a particular age. Unless it really was part magic, it seemed very unlikely to be behind Emily's regression. Nonetheless, she wasn't about to just hand it over. She set it down on the top of the desk, making sure neither point was aiming at her, since she wasn't sure which was the front, and, with only the slightest hesitation, pushed the button.

It felt a lot like going through the door had, though it was over even faster. She was left feeling just as disoriented, however, as she found herself suddenly in a different place, staring out at a set of very tall wooden bars. She reached out for them, only to see that her hands seemed to have changed, looking much shorter and chubbier, much more like a toddler's hands. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach that had nothing to do with the cramp that hit her a moment later, nor the fact that, a moment after that, she saw her own body walk through the door of the nursery, holding the "wand".

"Boy, you really are stupid, aren't you?" Emily marveled, looking down at her new body. "Well, I guess this is a little better, anyway." She smiled at Alisa, now trapped in the crib, and inside her own old body, and walked over to her, setting the wand on top of the changing table before looking in at her. "Now, what was that you were saying about being in charge?"