Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 29

Chapter 29 - The Key Master


Her time in the corner wasn't too bad, with her thumbsucking bliss to distract her, though she did regret it once Bianca called to her and told her to come back to the table. She sat down in the large chair opposite the woman with a squish, blushing furiously as she realized that she'd just used up two of her pairs of trainers in one day. She supposed she should be glad she hadn't tried to wear real panties, but that was hardly much of a comfort. She was an adult now! She had nobody trying to keep her out of the bathroom! She shouldn't be having this problem! And yet here she was, sitting in a soggy pull-up. It didn't help that her feet couldn't quite reach the ground in that chair.

"I hope that you've learned a lesson about punctuality," Ms. Caldwell told her, shaking her head. "When I tell you to be on time, I expect you to be on time, if not early. That isn't too much to ask, now, is it?"

"No, ma'am," Alisa shook her head.

"I know you were unpacking today, but in the future, if it happens, I will demand that you explain yourself, and if I am unsatisfied with your answer, you will be running up to the bathroom to bring me a hairbrush. Do you understand?"

Alisa felt just like she was back in school again, though, of course, her teacher had never actually spanked her. She would have protested even then that she was too old, and she was very tempted to say the same thing now, except that she had no doubt that such a thing would only encourage the woman to demonstrate right away that she wasn't. Considering that Alisa was currently in a wet pull-up, that seemed like a very bad idea. "Yes, Ms. Caldwell," she said instead.

"Good girl," Bianca smiled gently. "Now, I can't let you eat dinner, but I did make you a little something to tide you over until breakfast."

Alisa noticed only then that there was a large glass sitting in front of her chair, filled with a dull orange liquid. She was hungry enough to be glad for most anything, at least until she took a sip, feeling the slightly grainy texture that she knew unmistakably as Metamucil. She almost gagged at first, though she knew she should have expected it, glancing over the top of her glass at Bianca. She wanted to stop, to say she wasn't thirsty, but she still didn't know exactly how strict the woman was, and that seemed a good way to earn a spanking.

So, despite herself, she kept drinking. The glass was huge, and even before she reached the bottom, she was sure she was starting to feel bloated. It only made sense that this stuff was more potent here, like everything else, and it was hard to tell just how much of the stuff the woman had put into the cup. She was glad for the available bathroom, but she also needed to remember to keep her thumbsucking to a minimum, or she'd just be begging for a worse accident than the ones she'd already had.

Bianca was looking a bit sour once she finished. "I would ask if you wanted more," she informed the girl, "but since you didn't even thank me for that, despite being late for your actual supper, I don't think you deserve any."

"Oh!" Alisa blushed, hardly able to believe she hadn't thought to do that. "Sorry, Ms. Caldwell.... Thank you, Ms. Caldwell." The latter stuck in her throat a bit, as she hated to idea of having to thank someone for making her drink something that would make it easier for her to have an accident, but she was undercover, and trying to avoid the spanking that Bianca kept threatening.

"You're welcome, dear," Ms. Caldwell replied. "But you have a long ways to go in becoming a proper young lady. I think we'd better get started early tomorrow. Breakfast is usually at 9, but tomorrow it will be at 8, and I expect you to be fully dressed and ready when you reach the dining room. Only small children eat in their pajamas. So, to ensure you are actually able to get up in time, and because of your rather dismal behavior today, I think you should go to bed immediately. I'll give you half an hour to get ready for bed, which should be more than enough, and after that, if I see the light on or your door closed, I will be very cross."

Alisa knew she should hold her tongue, but this latest indignity was too much for her. "That's barely even seven!" she complained. "I'm a grown woman, you can't send me to bed at seven!"

That was, of course, the wrong thing to say. Ms. Caldwell rose from her seat, glaring down at the girl. "You are living under my roof, young lady, and you will do what I say! If you don't like it, I suggest you pack your things and leave right now! I don't care if you're in bed or on the road, but either way, your room will be dark at seven, or you will regret it! Do you understand?!"

Alisa cowered, pretty sure she'd just felt her training pants grow a little damper. "Yes, ma'am!" she squeaked, scrambling up from her chair. She would have loved to just get in the car and leave, as it was pretty obvious where this woman's plans for her were going, but she knew that doing so would mean she'd go back to being a baby, so she would just have to endure it. "I'm sorry!"

Bianca nodded, then beckoned the woman over to her. "You may say goodnight to me now," she instructed, tapping her cheek.

Feeling a little ridiculous, Alisa got up on her toes, kissing the woman's cheek. "Goodnight, Ms. Caldwell," she said.

"Goodnight, Alisa, dear," Bianca told her, giving her a hug. "If you need anything in the night, my room is right under yours, so you can come down and visit me... As long as it is something important. If I suspect you're just trying to get out of going to sleep, I will be very cross. Also, there are some plastic cups in the cupboard behind the mirror over the sink in your bathroom, so if you need water, you can use those."

Alisa nodded. "Thank you, Ms. Caldwell."

Bianca smiled. "You're welcome. Now, you'd better scoot along to bed."

Alisa forced a smile in return, fuming as she replied, "Yes, ma'am." She got up and slunk back up the stairs, stomach feeling full, yet still hungry at the same time. She brushed her teeth and used the toilet again, sighing as she saw the state of her pull-ups - even wetter than the last pair - before returning to her room. She was sure Bianca wouldn't like the pajamas she'd brought along, but there was no need for the woman to see them, and she didn't have much of a choice, anyway. She stripped out of her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her body. It was a little creepy, she supposed, considering the body actually belonged to somebody else, but she was in it now, so it was, essentially, hers.

She almost didn't remember what she had looked like as an adult - she thought she looked a little sexier than this, but that could just be her memory playing tricks. It seemed especially odd to see pubic hair, when she'd spent so long seeing that area bald, when it wasn't covered in a diaper. She pouted as she thought about the fact that she was still going to have to wear a pair of training pants over it, at least at night. It might take a little work, but she could probably eventually get to where she didn't need them during the day any more. She hadn't woken up dry in a week, however, and somehow she doubted that would change anytime soon. Twenty-something or not, she was still a bedwetter... She only hoped that, if she ever got home, that would finally stop.

With a sigh, she pulled on a fresh pair of training pants, a pair of thin, baby blue shorts, and a purple cami, then flopped down onto her bed, trying to process her day. It had started out like so many days lately, with no indication that it would end in any other way, and yet here she was, free of Wren, of Zach, Xavier and Yuriko, even free of diapers, at least for now. So why had she spent so long after her transformation still feeling like a little girl?

She really should have known better than to expect it, but she was still annoyed that Bianca refused to treat her like an adult. She was honestly beginning to wonder if anybody ever would again. Her only chance seemed to be finishing this mission, but how could she do that? Bianca kept the place locked up tight, and the keys were in her apron. Maybe if she could get to those, she'd have a chance, but surely the woman would keep them in her room while she was asleep. Maybe Alisa could sneak in then to get them... Of course, it was hard to tell how long it would take the woman to actually go to bed, whereas Alisa herself would have to lie there in the dark for much longer, running the risk of falling asleep first and missing her chance. A little light came from her window, but that wouldn't last too long, and if she got up and moved around too much to try to keep herself occupied, Bianca might hear, especially once she was in her own room.

She squirmed a little, pushing her thighs together. Bianca could probably hear her, but Alisa couldn't, so she wouldn't know when the woman was there. She had a feeling that if she took a chance to enjoy her alone time, now that she was away from daycare and baby monitors, Bianca would still somehow know, and then she'd be in big trouble for being so unladylike. Some naughty part of her, deep down, that somehow hadn't had enough spankings and diapers yet, almost wanted that, but the more rational section of her brain won out. If she tempted Bianca to punish her too soon, she might do something to make sure Alisa couldn't sneak out of her room.

Alisa looked over at her clock, surprised to see that it was already almost seven. She hopped out of bed and turned off the light before she accidently went past her bedtime. It was only once she'd sat back down on her bed that she remembered the rest of Bianca's instructions that she recalled that she was also supposed to keep her door open. That only pissed her off more, but she slunk over to the door and pulled it open a few inches anyway. That was probably Ms. Caldwell's way to ensure that her lodgers didn't do anything appropriate, like Alisa had just been considering. Unfortunately, considering the tiny shorts she had for PJs and the warm night that didn't require blankets, it could also mean that the woman could easily look in on her and see her training pants.

She wished once more that Selena and Dr. Bremer had given her a little more warning before this mission, so she could have at least packed a longer t-shirt to wear with her shorts. The longest one she'd brought would barely reach the waistband of her shorts, which was no better than her cami. And if her pull-ups wound up not being thick enough, Ms. Caldwell would be able to just look in and see any wet spot a leak would make. Even now that she was no longer a toddler, she had no privacy. Frustrated, she flipped her light back on and shut the door, but her resistance only lasted until 6:59, and then she was back in bed, door open, light off.

She had planned to stay up for a while and watch the sun set outside her window, but after only a few minutes, Ms. Caldwell pushed her door open the rest of the way, walked through the room, and closed the heavy curtain. Alisa was terrified, wondering what else the woman would do, especially if she found out Alisa wasn't asleep, but she just walked right back out, pausing only at the doorway to say, "There's no need to pretend, dear, I know you aren't asleep yet, but I hope you will be soon. Goodnight, Alisa."

Alisa wasn't sure if she should reply or not, but before she could, the woman was gone. Alisa listened to the sound of her footsteps going down the staircase, and then the lights outside the room went out, plunging her into darkness. Somewhere in the house, she could hear the faint sound of dishes clattering. She was determined to stay up as long as it took for Bianca to fall asleep, but it took only a few minutes of boredly staring into the black surrounding her before she blinked her eyes and saw that her clock read 3.

Groggily, she scrambled out of bed, wrinkling her nose as her training pants squished wetly between her legs. She listened for any noises, certain that Bianca had to be sleeping by now, and, sure enough, she heard nothing. She didn't want to waste any time changing, so she crept slowly across her room, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness enough to avoid running into anything. She winced as the first step creaked beneath her foot, halting there for a few moments before moving on to the second. She hadn't noticed how loud they were during the day, but now they all seemed loud as thunder to her anxious ears.

Luckily, even once she was on the ground floor, that was the only noise she had heard. There was no way of knowing for sure that Bianca hadn't heard, wasn't waiting in her room to pounce as soon as Alisa entered. She was a little worried she wouldn't even be able to get into the woman's room, until she remembered she had been told she could go in if she needed anything. She doubted this was what Bianca had meant, however.

She tried a couple locked doors before finding one that opened. It was frustrating that she got to sleep with her door closed, but Alisa supposed it was her right, since it was her house and all. She turned the doorknob, pushed the door in ever so slightly, keeping her ear open for any sounds of stirring from within before opening it just enough to slip in. Alisa's eyes were adjusted enough to see Bianca's sleeping form on her bed, still out cold. She tip-toed over to the woman's desk, but the keys weren't on the top, and she was too nervous to try to open the drawers just yet. Luckily, when she turned back around to search for any other possible place for the keys to be hiding, she spotted the apron hanging on a hook beside the bed.

She bit her bottom lip, glancing at the giant woman's body again, then screwed up her courage. Every step closer to the bed made it just a little harder to breathe, and she was positive that she was wetting her already soaked underthings from fear. It only got worse when she reached into the pocket and came away with nothing. She held her breath, took a step closer to the bed, and tried the other pocket. She really did pee herself when she heard the jingle of the keys, freezing and turning to stare at Bianca, still unmoving and breathing gently.

Ever so slowly, she pulled the keys out of the apron, clenching them tightly in her fist to keep them quiet. As soon as she had them, she just wanted to run out of the room, but she forced herself to keep walking at a snail's pace so as not to tempt fate. She wanted to try to doors downstairs first, but it seemed more likely that Bianca would hear her doing that, and she knew she could get them once she was done upstairs. Going back up the staircase was every bit as grueling as walking down it had been - worse, even, with the keys pressing against her fingers, as she still had a death grip on them to keep them quiet - but eventually, she did it.

She stopped at the first door and began trying key after key. She hadn't realized just how many there were, since Bianca had known just the right one to use on both rooms she'd unlocked, but the keyring was huge, and she had no idea even where to start. This might take longer than she'd expected, she sighed as yet another key failed to open the door. She did finally find the right one, of course, but it made her stomach sink to think of how many more rooms she had to go.

She opened the door and nearly had a heart attack at the sight of a trio of people looming in the room. She squeaked and backed away, but when none of them said anything, she peeked inside again, grasping at the wall to find a lightswitch, which revealed that what she'd thought was three people was, instead, three sewing forms, each with a large, fancy dress in various states of creation on them. The largest had something quite elegant, like a fancier version of what Bianca had been wearing, while the other two were more juvenile looking, one a pink plaid jumper, the other blue with a pinafore. There was a sewing machine, cloth, thread, everything Alisa expected to find in a sewing room, and nothing that she would expect Dr. Bremer to want.

The next couple rooms were nothing special, more guest rooms, but after that, she found what looked like an old fashioned child's room. There was a huge, ornate dollhouse that looked quite similar to the real house, at least from the outside. The bed was similar to the one in her own room, with four posts, however this one had a pink canopy rather than drapes, and rails. The closet was filled with dresses, and she had no doubt that Bianca had made all of them in her sewing room even if they were all much smaller than the ones she'd seen there; they all looked quite childish, some more than others. There were even some that were every bit as short as the clothes Bianca had disapproved of Alisa wearing, though they were also clearly meant for a very young child, so she supposed it was okay on them.

Was this it? It clearly wasn't some strange new technology, but it could explain the woman's nickname. The clothes all looked like something a doll would wear, more than anything a child nowadays would be caught dead in. Back in her body from this world, she probably could have fit into most of them. To be honest, she had been expecting something much worse when she'd heard 'Doll Collector', but if this was all there was to it, she wasn't worried. The only clothes she'd seen that would fit her were the ones still in progress.

She felt much more relaxed as she continued her search, even though she was growing more and more certain that, unless she got lucky, it was going to take more than one night to finish her search. She had been hoping to find what she needed, then hop in the car and leave before Bianca was awake, but it was starting to look like she would have to return the keys after all, which meant she would have to stop soon so she could get that done in time. Since she had fallen asleep herself, she had no clue when the woman might wake up, and Alisa had a feeling it would be early. She told herself she'd just do one more, then give up until the next night, even if that meant going through a full day of living with Bianca telling her how unladylike she was.

She could see something swinging inside the room, but it looked small enough that she wasn't too worried about it. What did worry her was the strange noises she heard in the silence, almost like breathing, except much quieter than normal. She didn't see anything that looked like a bed, or a person, however, so she was sure she had to be imagining it, or at least mistaking it for something else. Still, she hesitated as she slid her hand up and down the wall, totally unsure of what she would see once she found the switch.

"Oh, shit..." she whimpered, not at all prepared for what the light revealed. There were, indeed, beds, but she hadn't seen them because they were tiny, basically dolls beds. A few were inside cages, and each one held a tiny woman, some in nightgowns, some footed pajamas, all clearly wearing thick diapers. A few of them groggily began to shift in their beds, but only one was awake, and, considering she had been standing when the light went on, Alisa had a feeling the light hadn't woken her. Her bed was in a birdcage, hanging on one side of the room, the source of the movement that Alisa had seen in the darkness.

It was that woman who shocked her the most, not because of her accommodations, but because of who she was. There was no way it could be, and yet there was no mistaking her face, either. She took another step into the room, blinking, looking down to be sure she didn't step on anyone before staring back up at the cage, only to find that the occupant hadn't changed. Finally, she found her voice, at least enough to gasp out a quiet, "Dr. Bremer?"

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 28

Chapter 28 - You Never Get A Second Chance At A First Impression


Alisa squirmed boredly as the car drove, starting to wonder if the thing was ever going to stop. It was still a shock every time she looked down to see an actual, mature, adult body there, and that made her feel all the more horny, despite, or perhaps because of, the danger she knew she was heading into. She had no doubt that she was being watched, however, so she did her best to contain herself, though she still wound up wriggling around like a bored child. More than once, she caught herself idly sucking her thumb and had to stop herself, not wanting to meet this woman with a wet pull-up on. She hoped she hadn't already ruined that; it was hard to tell. She thought they might feel a little damp, but if actually reached down to check herself, she'd only make it worse.

Finally, the car slowed to a stop at a huge gate, opening its door automatically. Alisa was glad for the opportunity to stretch her legs, though the large, brick fence she was approaching was quite imposing, as was the immense Gothic style house she could see through the fence, looking larger with every step she took. This was not the kind of house where good things happened, she was sure. However, it might be her only chance out of this world. If she tried to go back now, she had no doubt she would be an infant before the car had even turned around, and by the time she was able to talk again, who knew what would happen to her mind? Would she even remember the real world? No, she had to complete her mission now, and then she could talk to Dr. Bremer, try to convince her.

Still, leaving seemed like an awfully good option as she stood there, staring at the speaker box attached to the gate.She bit her bottom lip nervously, glancing back at the waiting car, then up at the house, before sighing and lifting a shaking finger to the intercom button. "Hello?" she called, trying to sound as cool and confident as she had felt right after she'd been re-aged. "I have an appointment..."

There was no answer, but a moment later, the gate began to swing open. Alisa scampered back to the car, sliding in so it could drive her up the long driveway. At the end, it shut itself off, opening her door and the trunk, where she was able to grab her suitcases before the lid shut itself. She wouldn't have been surprised if the car locked once she was out, though with a suitcase in each hand, she couldn't exactly check for herself. This was it...

She walked up to the door, setting down one suitcase to anxiously ring the doorbell. Like the rest of the house, the door seemed huge, even to her now much taller frame, and the woman who answered it looked just as huge. She was a giant, maybe in her mid-forties, in a floor length, dark blue dress with an apron over it, and, just to make Alisa feel all the more uncomfortable, looked just like a particularly strict teacher she'd had way back in middle school. The name wasn't the same, but she'd never learned her teachers' first names back then, and it was possible Caldwell was her maiden name, Alisa supposed. The woman was just as intimidating as she had been in the real world - more, even, considering her size. Alisa was almost glad Emily had switched bodies with her now, since, in her own, she would have felt just like a toddler again, though, of course, without the switch, she wouldn't have spent five days in daycare. But at least now she felt more like a tween than an infant in front of her.

The woman looked her over, raising an eyebrow. "You're late," she observed.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Alisa chuckled nervously. "I was just busy getting packed, and I lost track of the time, and..."

"You think you already have the room?" Bianca asked, glaring at the suitcases. Alisa briefly considered trying to hide them behind herself, but knew it would look ridiculous, even if the woman hadn't already seen them. "I haven't even met you yet."

"I-I know," Alisa blushed, cursing the stupid car for opening its trunk. She probably wouldn't even have thought of taking her luggage out if it hadn't done that. "It's just... Well, I got kicked out of my last apartment, so I had to pack anyway, and I don't really have a place to stay..."

That didn't really explain why she'd gotten her suitcases out of the car, but while her mind was reeling, looking for an excuse for that, the woman moved on. "That's not a very appropriate outfit for a young lady like yourself."

"It's not?" Alisa looked down at herself, realizing only then how much skin she was showing. That had been intentional, of course, but she hadn't realized it could offend the woman. "Sorry," she shrugged, smiling bashfully while inwardly she cursed. Why hadn't Dr. Bremer warned her?! This was going to be over before it started! Her stomach churned as she dreaded the walk back down to her car, wondering just how far back she would be regressed. Would she even be able to walk? To sit up?

It was only when Bianca raised an eyebrow at her that Alisa realized she had her thumb in her mouth again, which only made her desire to suck it even stronger as her face turned bright red. She forced herself to take it out, hardly able to look the huge woman in the face afterwards. "A thumbsucker, eh?" Bianca shook her head. "Let me guess... That last 'apartment' you got kicked out of was your college, wasn't it, dear? You were too immature to make it through your classes, and now you're too embarrassed to go back home, so you're looking for someplace else to stay. Is that it?"

Alisa made herself stare up at Bianca, trying to decipher whether that narrative was acceptable to her or not. After a few moments, she hazarded a cautious, "Yes?"

Luckily, that seemed to be the right answer, as she actually got a smile. "Good. I'm glad you were honest with me. I'm always happy to help a young girl like you start over. I must warn you, however, I only allow proper young ladies to board with me, and that outfit is not appropriate for one of those."

"Oh, I know!" Alisa nodded. "I just wore this for traveling, 'cause it was pretty far, you know."

The woman's smile vanished. "A young lady must be proper at all times, even in the car," she lectured, erasing Alisa's sense of relief just as quickly as it had appeared. Luckily, it didn't last long. "But I suppose there's time to teach you all that later. Come in, dear, and let's take a look at your new room. What did you say your name was, again?"

"Alisa," she answered before thinking. Afterwards, she worried that Dr. Bremer had used Emily's name when she'd made the appointment, but once she'd said it, she knew she couldn't take it back without making herself look suspicious.

"That's a lovely name," Bianca nodded. "You may call me Ms. Caldwell."

"Okay," Alisa smiled, glad that, if she had slipped up with her name, the woman hadn't noticed or didn't care.

"Well?" The woman crossed her arms, staring down at Alisa in that way she always had in class when the girl didn't know the answer.

"Okay, Ms. Caldwell?" Alisa fidgeted, unsure of what in the world the woman was looking for from her. She didn't seem to be waiting for Alisa to go inside, since she was still standing firmly in the middle of the doorway.

That wasn't it. Bianca sighed, shaking her head. "It looks like we'll need to work on your manners as well as your dress," she lamented. "I suppose that's hardly a surprise. Aren't you going to thank me, dear, for allowing you to stay with me despite the dismal first impression you gave me?"

"Oh!" Alisa blushed. "Umm... Thanks, Ms. Caldwell. I really do appreciate it."

"Good girl," Bianca said, taking one of her suitcases and starting inside. "Maybe you can learn yet."

"I'm a good learner!" Alisa chimed in as she hurried after the woman, following her up the grand spiral staircase in the entryway to the second floor. There was a certain, immature part of her, probably inspired by this world, that wanted to try sliding down the banister. She'd never actually done anything like that before, but this seemed like a good one to start on... Though, of course, that hardly seemed like a proper thing to do, so she had no doubt Bianca wouldn't appreciate it.

"Yes, that's what they all say," the woman replied dismissively. "We'll see about that, won't we?" She stopped at a door, reaching into a pocket on her apron to take out a key to unlock it, revealing a large room, centered around an ornate four poster bed draped in pink. "This is your room," Bianca announced, setting down the suitcase she'd picked up and signaling for Alisa to do the same. Once the girl had, she led her past another pair of doors before unlocking another. "This is the bathroom," she explained, opening it. "I would ask that you not try to go into any of the other rooms for now - I haven't cleaned them in some time, I'm afraid."

Alisa had been hoping for something a little more helpful than that - one specific door she wasn't allowed to go in would have been a pretty good indication that whatever the woman was hiding was in there. "I can help!" she offered, a little too quickly. "I-I'm good at cleaning, and maybe it would help make up for how rude I was," she explained.

"We'll see," Bianca replied doubtfully. "If you can keep your own room clean, perhaps. I don't want you going in and making a bigger mess, however."

"I won't," Alisa promised, feeling a little offended that the woman thought she would, like some errant child. "Do I get a copy of the key to my room and the bathroom?"

"There's no need for that," Bianca told her. "I only lock them when I don't have a tenant, and they'll only lock with the key. This way, I know you won't foolishly lock yourself into or out of one of them."

"Okay," Alisa agreed through a frozen grin, though she could feel the urge to throw a fit rising. What was this woman's deal?! She was a woman, damn it! She even looked like one now! There was no doubt about it! So why was she still being treated like a little girl?! Back when she'd been in this universe's version of her body, she'd assumed all this stuff kept happening to her because of it, because it was practically designed for that treatment, but now even this body wasn't earning her the respect she knew she deserved. Sure, there were plenty of stories where an "average", or beautiful, young adult got babied, but she'd seen plenty of those around who weren't - even this body, in a younger version, had been in charge, except for the apparent occasional spanking. So why was it that now that she was in it, it was being treated like a little kid? Maybe it wasn't the bodies after all, but her mind... Did she really deserve all of this?

"Good. Dinner is at six, exactly. If you're not on time, you don't eat. I may have you set the table in the future, but for today, I think you should concentrate on getting unpacked, and finding some a little more appropriate to wear, don't you?"

Alisa nodded sullenly. "Yes, Ms. Caldwell." She half expected to hear the door lock behind the woman as she left, but apparently she trusted Alisa enough to leave her alone, at least with the two rooms she'd unlocked. She gave the woman a few minutes to get down the stairs and into the kitchen before she snuck out of her room, heading to the bathroom. The furniture was made to fit giants, so it felt a little big to her, though that hardly mattered. It was just nice, after her time as a toddler, to be able to use the toilet again, even if doing so meant she got a look at her training pants and found them a bit damp. It was also a bit disconcerting to realize how easily Bianca could simply lock this door and leave her with no choice but to go to the bathroom in her pants.

On the way back to her room, she tried a few doors, in the hopes that at least one of them would be unlocked, to give her one more place to mark off her list of places she'd need to search to find whatever it was Dr. Bremer wanted. True to Bianca's word, every one of them was locked tight, so she slunk back to her room, defeated, to do as the woman had suggested. Reluctantly, she pulled the training pants out of her suitcase and put them into her dresser, knowing that she would be needing them for a little longer at least. She left one aside to change into, then grabbed her real panties and her bras and put them in the drawer on top of the trainers, covering them up. At least when she looked in, she could pretend things were normal...

As she finished up the rest of her unpacking, she began to grow worried about the clothes she'd picked to bring with her. She'd been so excited about her new body that she'd mostly chosen things that would show it off, things that she doubted Bianca would approve of. She couldn't believe Dr. Bremer and Selena had let her do that! Surely they must have known, which made her wonder if it was intentional. She did have one somewhat longer skirt that at least went down to her knees, and she chose the shirt that showed off the least cleavage to go with it - as well as changing her pull-ups - but she had a feeling that wasn't going to be good enough for Bianca.

It turned out that was the least of her worries. By the time she got downstairs and wandered her way to the dining room, the woman was already sitting at the table, eating, and a glance at the grandfather clock in the room read 6:03. "I'm sorry, Ms. Caldwell, I just lost track of time getting my things unpacked!"

Bianca didn't answer, or even acknowledge Alisa's existence, just kept eating her soup. Alisa stood by awkwardly, wondering if she should just leave. Once she had finished the soup, Bianca set down her spoon, picked up her napkin, wiped her mouth, then, at last, turned to face her lodger. "I'm glad to see that you at least had the sense not to sit down. You'll still be going to bed without supper, but perhaps you have some potential... Not that you could tell it from that outfit. I suppose it's better than what you had on earlier, barely. Now, you're going to stand in that corner over there until I've finished my meal."

"Can't I just..?" Alisa started to ask.

She regretted it almost immediately, as Bianca's expression changed, even before the woman opened her mouth. "I was going to be satisfied with that as a punishment for you, but if you'd like to go fetch a hairbrush from the bathroom for me, just keep speaking, young lady."

Alisa sighed, but, like a good girl, she turned and walked to the corner, stomach growling hungrily as she listened to Bianca eating behind her. She couldn't believe how unfair this was... She was finally an adult again, and yet here she was, in the middle of a punishment she'd received plenty of times over the last week as a little girl! Without thinking, she sulkily began sucking her thumb, fuming inwardly as she waited for Ms. Caldwell to finish.

Diaper Dimension Fan Art - Part 2

Hey, everyone! I should hopefully have another chapter up tonight, or tomorrow morning, but until then, here's another two pieces of fan-art by the talented Ausdpr! This is the story of how the good samaritan from back in chapter 15 may have ended up as we see her in chapter 27. Enjoy!

And now in color!

The Dangers of Babysitting a Hypnotist

Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 27

Chapter 27 - Your Mission, Should You Choose to Accept It


Alisa stood by awkwardly, sucking her thumb, as Wren and Selena talked a few feet away, knowing quite well that they were discussing her, worrying about just what was being said. Every now and then, Selena would glance over at her, but it was never long enough for Alisa to really read her expression. She had a bad feeling she was in for a spanking once they got home, and likely an even earlier than usual bedtime, which would only make the next day come all the sooner. She had a feeling it would look a lot like this day had, and the day before, and the day before...

Finally, the grown-ups stopped talking and Selena collected Alisa's bags, slinging them over one shoulder before taking the girl's hand and leading her out to the car. She was quiet as she strapped Alisa into her car seat, and it was a few minutes into the drive before she spoke. "What is your name?" she asked quietly.

Alisa hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a trick question. Selena had never asked her that before - she'd always just corrected her whenever she'd called herself Alisa, which led to Alisa insisting it was her real name, usually ending in Alisa losing her temper and getting punished. Alisa almost wondered if this was designed to do the same thing, to give Selena an excuse to do something horrible to her, but if that's what she wanted, Wren had no doubt already given her enough excuses. "I'm Alisa," she insisted, though she winced a little as she said it.

Sure enough, Selena countered with, "Emily, you're not!" before calming herself down a little. "Emily, please, will you just tell me this is a trick? Just admit you're trying to fool me with this silly lie. I won't be mad, I promise."

"It's not!" Alisa whined. "Sel... Momma, I am not Emily! Emily tricked me into switching bodies with her with that wand thing! I keep telling you, but you won't listen!"

"Emily, the wand didn't do anything. I took it to Vera to test, and even she couldn't make it do anything." Selena sighed, looking at Alisa in the rear view mirror. "I thought that by now you'd at least drop the act while you were at daycare, but Ms. Wren tells me you haven't. Vera seems to think you really believe it."

"I do!" Alisa kicked her legs in frustration, though it didn't do much, since they weren't long enough to reach the back of the front seats. "I'm not Emily!"

Selena seemed to ignore that, for the time being, anyway. "She thinks it may be a side effect of regressing so much in such a short amount of time - your mind simply can't handle how much you've changed so quickly. Her experiments with her new batch of test subjects hasn't advanced that far yet, so we don't know for sure, but she's worried that might be the case. So she has a little proposal for you." Selena didn't sound entirely pleased by that fact, but she also seemed genuinely worried about Alisa, and that appeared to win out.

Alisa tried to keep her excitement in check - Vera was some kind of mad scientist, so it was hard to tell what she had cooked up, but it seemed pretty obvious to her what the solution should be, and after five days in the body of a toddler, she couldn't wait. She stared out the window, squirming in anticipation, waiting to see some kind of lab or something approaching, anything to tell her they were getting close. At first, her heart sank when she saw the mechanical nursery building coming up, wondering if somehow Selena had figured out the truth and was taking her back there, until she remembered that Dr. Bremer ran it. She supposed it made sense that she was behind this, but back in the real world, Dr. Bremer's first name hadn't been Vera, it had been Astra. It must have been another difference between worlds, she decided.

Selena let her out of the car seat and took her hand, leading her into the building. She paused at the door, looking down at Alisa sadly. "You're sure you aren't faking?" she asked hopefully.

Alisa almost felt bad for her. All she really wanted was a little girl. Sure, she might have betrayed Emily's trust to get one, but Emily was smart enough to figure out that would happen, so she should have been smart enough to prevent it. Selena really wasn't a bad mother, either... Maybe a bit too eager with her spankings, but Alisa was pretty sure that was a problem of the world itself, not just her specifically. A part of her almost wanted to stay, but the thought of spending another couple years, at least, at that daycare was enough to prompt her to nod her head. "I'm sure."

Selena sighed and opened the door, leading Alisa to a viewscreen, pulling up a hidden menu and punching in a code. As she waited, Alisa looked around, only to let out a quiet gasp, releasing a river of urine into her diaper at the shock as she noticed a pair of women standing at another screen, one an Amazon, the other a regular sized human, obviously heavily diapered beneath a pink babydoll dress. Just the sight of them wasn't the surprise, but rather the fact that she recognized them. One was Mommy, and the other was the woman who had changed her in the salon, and allowed her to escape. Alisa had had no doubt that she wouldn't succeed in diapering Mommy, but she hadn't expected her to wind up in diapers herself. Alisa turned away quickly when the larger woman's head began to turn towards her, though she remembered a moment later that Mommy wouldn't recognize her in this body, at least not at this age.

Next to the viewscreen, a door slid open, and Selena pulled Alisa into it, guiding her down a long hallway, and into the lab she had been expecting. Despite having different first names, the Bremers had very similar labs, in that they were both a bit of a mess, machines in various states of assemly scattered around the room, with numerous computers scattered throughout, apparently monitoring progress. The biggest difference, however, was Robo-Nanny, sitting off to one side, attached to the wall by what looked to be a power cable. Again, Alisa felt herself growing scared before remembering that she wasn't in her own body, so it wouldn't be likely to recognize her, either.

In front of a different wall stood something very similar to the lab in the real world, however - a door. This one clearly wasn't attached to a room, as it was just held in place by a series of supports and wires hanging from the ceiling a few feet in front of the wall, but there was no doubt that it was at least supposed to be the same thing, since there was a desk sitting in front of it with a computer and a metal cap, just like the one she'd used to summon up her passageway to this dimension. Alisa's heart began to thump more quickly in her chest as she realized her way home was so close, after having almost grown convinced that it would never come.

"Funny, isn't it?" Dr. Bremer asked, drawing Alisa's attention away. "I spent so long working on that, trying to figure out a navigation system, and it was a patient in the nursery who finally gave me the idea that actually worked."

"And it does?" Alisa's heart beat even faster, making her feel almost faint. "Work?"

"It does," Dr. Bremer smiled. "Didn't Selena tell you?"

"What? I don't..." Alisa paused, trying to remember what Selena had told her about Vera's work. She usually tried to keep any reference to that quiet, apparently to get her used to the fact that wasn't her life anymore, but she did remember one thing she had said. "That's where you're getting your test subjects?" she squeaked. The idea of people being plucked out of her own world to here, only to be regressed to infants, was terrifying, but, like so much of this world, a little hot as well. She could imagine herself, just walking down the street one day, only to find herself in the middle of a lab, having only moments to gain her bearings before her body began to shrink... Of course, it was hard to tell what dimension that door opened to, but that didn't need to disrupt her fantasy too much.

"You're smarter than you look," Dr. Bremer chuckled. "But, then, you always were. And it's funny how you seemed to know just what that invention did, 'Alisa'..."

"That's because I came from there!" Alisa exclaimed, pointing at the door. "I gave you the idea! I was in your nursery, and then Emily switched bodies with me!"

Dr. Bremer raised an eyebrow, then walked over to the computer, tapping at the keyboard. "Nope, I didn't think so. I have no record of an Alisa staying here."

"No, but..." Alisa protested, confused. It was only after Dr. Bremer started talking again that she realized the nursery, and thus Dr. Bremer, had known her as Dolly.

"Emily, that's enough. I don't have time to play these games with you. You're here so I can make a proposition." She hit another few keys on the keyboard, and a hand popped out of the floor to hand her what looked like a normal, everyday remote control. "Recognize this?"

Alisa shrugged. "Does it change the channel?"

Dr. Bremer and Selena exchanged a worried look, and for once, when the former spoke, it sounded like she had a little doubt about the mental identity of the person she was speaking to. "This is your regressor, Emily. And I'm willing to use it on you to take you all the way back to your original age... But you have to do something for me. There's another scientist who has developed a technology that I'm interested in... acquiring, just in case this side effect of yours turns out to be real, and more widespread than just you. I've tried to negotiate with her, but she just won't listen, so I need you to help me out."

"You want me to talk to her?" Alisa frowned. "Why would she listen to me and not you?"

"Because you aren't going to talk," Dr. Bremer told her. "I want you to be my spy. Find her tech, figure out how it works, and build me a copy. Or, at the very least, steal it for me."

"And what do I get if I do?" Alisa asked defiantly. In answer, hands sprouted from the floor and cieling, swarming around her to undress her, leaving her standing there, naked.

"Look at that," Dr. Bremer mused, checking her screen. "Someone was a wet little girl. Even wetter than my sensors at the front door detected you as being. Maybe you're too used to this age now." Before Alisa could protest, Dr. Bremer had pointed the remote at her, hitting a series of buttons. At first, Alisa didn't think it had done anything, until she noticed the ground beneath her seeming to fall slowly away. She gasped, staring down at herself, watching her body shed its baby fat as she grew like a weed, becoming an awkward, lanky preteen in a matter of seconds before her hips and breasts began to grow, puberty playing on fast forward as she continued to grow. She even shot past the age Emily had been when she'd first seen her, ending up, at last, as someone in her early twenties.

Even though the body wasn't entirely familiar, she still couldn't help but smile as she looked down on it. It was closer to her real self than anything she'd been in the past week. Emily was a little better endowed than her, though not by much, and a little younger, but she was a normal sized person, and now clearly not a toddler. She had been beginning to worry that it would be another decade and a half before she got to wear a body like this again. She was pretty sure she had never felt better in her life. She didn't even care, for the moment, that she was naked in front of these two women.

"If you do what I ask, I'll let you stay like this," Dr. Bremer promised. A moment later, Alisa felt a sharp pain at her ankle, looking down just in time to see an arm with a large syringe attached slink back into the floor. "And I'll remove that. Until I do that, however, if I even suspect you're trying to escape, or not fulfill your mission, I can remotely regress you back as far as I want... Maybe far enough that we don't have to listen to your little brain-switching stories anymore. Now... Are you going to help, or should I just change you back now?" She raised the remote toward Alisa.

"I'll do it!" Alisa said quickly, marveling at how different she sounded now that just moments before. "But what am I looking for?"

"You'll know it when you see it," Dr. Bremer assured her. "Luckily for us, she's looking for a boarder. I already made an appointment for you to meet with her in about an hour. Just pick an outfit and I'll have a car ready to take you." A few more keystrokes brought up a huge catalog of clothing on the computer screen, and Dr. Bremer moved away to allow Alisa to take a clumsy step forward to look at it. It would take her a little while to get used to her legs again, but she was more than happy to be able to do so.

She found a white shirt with purple zig-zag stripes that would show off her cleavage nicely - she was too excited about having some to show off again that she couldn't resist - and a pair of short denim shorts to do the same with her legs. It was simple, but there would be no doubt, in that, that she was an adult, not a little kid. She picked out a pair of matching lavender heels, and a black lacy bra, but when she went for the panties to complete the set, Selena coughed behind her. "Are you sure that's such a good idea, Emmy?"

Alisa wheeled around on her, gleeful to note that, at her full age, Emily was just the tiniest bit taller than Selena. Even being naked wasn't enough to dampen Alisa's confidence, now that she was a grown-up again. "I am not a baby anymore, Selena," she was all too happy to point out, making sure to use the woman's name and not 'Momma'.

"I know," Selena replied sadly. "But you have been having some accidents lately..."

"Well, that's... because I was a toddler..." Alisa answered, though she couldn't help but worry that wasn't all there was to it. She had been talking here at the lab quite a bit, but even in just the amount of time it had taken her to find an outfit, she had nearly caught herself sticking her thumb in her mouth a couple times, and she hadn't even been sucking on anything when she'd had the accident out in the lobby. Her body might be an adult, but her mind had just spent a week being treated like a baby, and being twisted by hypnosis. She stared longingly at the thin, lacy underwear on the screen in front of her, imagining just how freeing they would feel, after a week of thick diapers. She had to imagine now - she had taken them so for granted before, she couldn't find a real memory of wearing them, other than her brief time in her Dora panties.

"I want big girl panties!" she pouted, stomping her foot angrily, and before she knew it, she was sucking her thumb sulkily. For so long, that had been her only recourse when things didn't go her way that she didn't think twice about it for a few seconds, until at last she forced herself to pull her thumb free, cheeks burning.

"Maybe you can take some with you to change into, once you're used to the potty again," Selena reassured her, stepping in to take over the computer. "But for now, I think these will be better." She pulled up a picture of a pair of training pants Alisa hadn't seen before. Like Pull-Ups, they were designed to look like real panties, but they had slightly more mature designs on them. "Don't you agree, Emmy?"

"I guess," Alisa sulked, pointing to a pink pair with a lace design printed on it, a picture of a bow at the front. "I want those ones." Selena was happy to choose those for her, and hit the button to start up the hands, pulling her newly chosen outfit onto her body for her. Despite the pull-ups beneath her shorts, which luckily hid the bulk pretty well, she still felt quite grown-up and sexy in her new clothes as, at Dr. Bremer's request, she chose some more clothes that the nursery packed into suitcases for her and put into her car. She begrudgingly picked a few more pairs of the training pants, at Selena's suggestion, but made sure to also get more real panties than she could wear in a month, unable to resist from choosing every cute pair she saw.

"The car will drive you to her house," Dr. Bremer informed her. "When you're finished with your mission, hit the home button on the GPS and it will drive you back here. Other than that, it will not take you anywhere unless I unlock it remotely, and I won't be doing that without a very good reason. There's a video link in the dash that connects back here."

Alisa nodded, ready to go, but not without one more question. "Who is this person, anyway?"

"Her name is Bianca Caldwell," Dr. Bremer answered. "But her code name is the Doll Collector."