Chapter 15 - The Great Escape
Alisa groaned under her breath, wanting more than anything to flail her feet, or pound her hands on the changing table, or really do anything to express her frustration, but not wanting to draw attention to herself by doing so. She couldn't believe she was being defeated so easily, by something meant only to hold toddlers in place. Of course, in this world, it was meant for bigger "babies" as well, but it still shouldn't be this difficult! She might as well have already gotten the surgery to render her hands useless for as much good as they were doing her now!
And then, with a light click, she felt the buckle come undone. It was all she could do to keep herself from sitting up, giving a little shout of excitement, but she forced herself to stay still. Mommy was still watching her, and while it was a rather big restroom for a salon, it wasn't so big that the woman couldn't rush across it and snatch her up halfway to the door, which would probably win her another spanking, or some punishment even worse. Still, she was happy that, for once in this place, something was going her way.
But would it really mean anything? The way she saw it, she had maybe a 50/50 chance of getting away while Mommy helped Clara clean up after using the bathroom and her attention was more firmly on her, if Clara even needed help. If not, or if it was too quick, Mommy would return and see the strap undone. Would that just make her angry? She might be proud of Alisa for not trying to escape while she was loose, or she might just be upset that she undid her restraint. The latter seemed more likely, to be honest.
She felt even more like throwing a tantrum, and even less like she was actually going to get away, even with her escape another step closer. At least once the surgeries were done, she would know there was no getting away, and she could accept that, she thought bitterly. She'd just sink into her role as Dolly, and that would be that. It might even be relaxing, in a way. She'd been spanked more than enough already, and if she was a good baby, maybe she could keep from earning any more. Even if Mommy turned her back on her, there was no way she could get down from the changing table without making some noise, and that would make the woman turn around, and then it would be over. 50/50 was being generous... Very generous.
And then, just as she was talking herself into snapping the buckle back into place and forgetting her whole stupid escape plan, the bathroom door opened. Her first thought was embarrassment as she looked down at herself, realizing she was lying there, half naked, her nether regions exposed and freshly wiped. When she looked away, still blushing, however, she realized that wasn't all bad, because it wasn't only her that was experiencing it. Clara's cheeks were turning red, too, as she sat on the toilet and pouted. After only a moment's hesitation, and a warning glare at Alisa, Mommy reached out and shut the stall door.
This was it! Alisa couldn't believe her good luck! She started to turn, to sit up and ready herself to jump off the table to the floor below... Only to see the woman who had come in standing right beside her. "Be careful there, sweetie!" she said, pushing Alisa onto her back again, clicking the strap back into place. "Wouldn't want you to fall out, would we? What was your mommy thinking, leaving you alone like this?"
Alisa nearly screamed. This was no fair! Why was this universe so cruel, dangling the possibility of escape in front of her, then ripping it away?
"Don't look so grumpy!" the woman said, reaching out to tickle Alisa's tummy, making the girl giggle and squirm on the changing table in surprise. "I bet your mommy's right over there, isn't she?" she asked, nodding over at the closed stall Mommy and Clara were inside. "It must have been an emergency for her to leave you here like this."
Alisa nodded, weighing her options. Should she ask this woman for help? Surely if she explained everything, she wouldn't let Mommy do this to her, would she? Though she was just a normal sized person, not a giant like Mommy, so the chances of her actually being able to do anything to stop her on her own seemed awfully slim. And it might take too long to get the woman to believe her, anyway, not to mention that the sound of her voice could draw Mommy's attention.
"Well, I'm sure she won't mind if I finish up here for her," the woman declared, bending down to pick up the diaper bag. "Let's see... Wow, this seems like a lot of stuff for one little girl! Pampers, Pull-Ups... Even big girl panties! These can't be for you, can they?" The woman held up the pink Dora panties Mommy had packed as an incentive for Clara, and Alisa's eyes went wide as she nodded enthusiastically. It had only been a day, but regular panties, even ones as childish as that, seemed like a distant dream. "Don't be silly! I think you're telling me a story! I think these Pampers are yours!" She picked one up, smiling down at Alisa, then pausing for a moment. "I'm sure they are..." she mused, "so do those Pull-Ups belong to your mommy? Does she have potty problems, too?" A look of realization came over the woman's face. "That's why she rushed off, isn't it? It's a good thing I came along, huh? You have a young mommy, don't you? One that's not ready for a baby like you because she's just a baby, too, isn't she?"
Alisa nodded again, choosing not to say anything as this woman came up with her own story. There was a glint in her eyes, and Alisa had a good idea of what she was thinking - that Alisa's mother was a dwarf like her, and that she was about to get a pair of little girls to take care of herself.
"You wait right here," the woman told Alisa, setting the diaper bag on the edge of the changing table. "I think I'd better go check on her."
Alisa almost couldn't believe it. It was really happening! The thought of this normal sized woman trying to diaper Mommy was funny, though Alisa wasn't about to stick around to watch it. She still had someone outside a stall, watching her, but she had shorter legs than Mommy, and, with any luck, the two of them would trip each other up in the confusion if they tried to come after her. Immediately, she began to fumble with the latch again, this time turning to look at it as she listened to the woman's footsteps drawing closer and closer to the closed stall door.
She almost had it when she noticed a shadow falling over her a moment before she felt her hand slapped away. "Stop that, silly!" the woman scolded her. "I thought I'd better get you all diapered up first, so you don't make a mess! I don't know what I was thinking... I was being almost as silly as your mommy, huh?"
She picked the Pamper back up from the top of the diaper bag, and Alisa, at last, dared to speak. "Big girl," she pouted, keeping her voice quiet, not wanting Mommy to overhear.
"What's that? No, you aren't a big girl, you're just a baby!" the woman laughing, tickling Alisa's stomach again, starting to unfold the diaper. Alisa groaned, whining, shaking her head. To her surprise, the woman stopped. "Well... I suppose we could try Pull-Ups. If your mommy has troubles with potty training herself, she might not know how to teach you, so you could be ready..." Alisa nodded eagerly as the woman tucked the Pamper away, grabbing a Pull-Up instead. It was still a step up for her, anyway - two, really, since she'd spent that day in double diapers.
"This is just a trial run," the woman warned her, "until I see where you're at. Don't think I'll hesitate to Pamper your cute little bottom if you have too many accidents."
Alisa just kept bobbing her head, trying not to blush too obviously as the woman squirted baby lotion and powder onto her, briefly massaging it into her private parts, which didn't seem nearly as private lately, as they had been handled by far too many strangers for her liking. She forced herself to stay still, not wanting to move too much, especially since, after a day of denial, those hands on her groin felt quite nice. She couldn't think about that now, and certainly couldn't let herself get too into it, or that might somehow blow the whole story forming in this woman's head.
Finally, the woman stopped rubbing and slid Alisa's feet through the Pull-Up, pulling it up her legs and letting it snap into place. "All right, nice and safe," the woman declared, patting the front of them and smiling down at Alisa. "Now, let me go take care of your mommy. Stay right here, cutie!" She turned again, and Alisa quickly rolled over, grabbing for the strap and struggling with it, sure Clara couldn't take that much longer.
"Are you okay in there, sweetie? Do you need any help?" the woman cooed through the door.
Looking at the strap made it much easier to undo, and with a satisfying click, she was free again, sitting up and digging through the diaper bag. She grabbed the panties and fed her feet through them. They were a little tight, especially over the Pull-Up, and still a touch thicker and much fuller than what she wore back in the real world, but, even with the Pull-Up under them - as she didn't want to take the time to remove it first - they still felt like heaven after the ridiculous bulk she'd been subjected to. They felt especially nice as she squirmed in place, the tightness pushing the Pull-Ups padding against those parts the woman had just lotioned up, but she forced herself to concentrate, rather than giving in to the desire to explore that further.
While getting the panties out of the bag, she also noticed a spare pair of pink sneakers, likely for Clara, since she'd been going barefoot so far, and would probably continue that way, since she wouldn't be walking after the surgery. She was in a hurry, but if she was going to run away, they would be useful, so as the woman knocked at the stall door, she tugged on the socks that were tucked inside the shoes, then pulled on the shoes. Like the panties, they were a bit snug, but they would do.
"We're fine, leave us alone," Mommy was telling the woman, sounding quite annoyed, as Alisa finished and glanced up. The woman was still engrossed in that, though she didn't know how much longer that would go on. She looked down at the floor, which still seemed pretty far off as she sat on the edge of the table, staring down. Heights had never been her favorite thing, and the sight made her feel a little queasy, but she knew she just had to do it and get it over with. And then run like hell, because there was no way they wouldn't notice the sound of her landing.
She took a deep breath and pushed off, falling through the air, trying to brace herself for impact, and fighting to keep her eyes from closing and her throat from squealing in terror as the floor rushed up to greet her, ultimately failing at the first. She hit the floor with a thump, rolling forward before she dared open her eyes again, finding herself all jumbled up and feeling a little dazed. She forced herself to get up and make a mad dash for the door, not even daring to look back and see if anyone was following her. She slammed into the door like a linebacker, pushing it open and continuing on through the salon. She was sure everyone's eyes were on her, though nobody seemed sure what to make of her, except the woman who had styled her hair. She moved to intercept her, but Alisa ducked around her, forcing herself to run even faster as she got closer to the front door. She'd spent so much time waddling, she'd almost forgotten how much easier it was to move with only a pair of training pants between her legs.
She shoved the salon's front door open, breathing the fresh air of freedom in deep, though she didn't take the time to really savor it as she turned down the sidewalk, continuing her exodus. She had no doubt her short skirt was blowing up, giving everyone a good view of her juvenile undies, but she didn't really mind - in fact, she almost wanted to show them off anyway, to let everyone know that she wasn't a baby, although she knew that impulse was pretty childish in and of itself, especially with the Pull-Ups barely hiding beneath them. She didn't know if she was still being followed or not, she just kept running until her legs felt like they were about to give out on her, before finally ducking into a clothing store. She knew running would only draw attention to her there, so she made herself slow down to a brisk walk as she aimed for the women's section, trying to blend in among all the adult clothes, despite the silly sailor's suit she was in, not wanting any of the other shoppers to guess she was hiding from her Mommy.
It was only then that she dared glance behind her, though she didn't turn fully around, and didn't look for too long. She didn't notice anyone, but it was such a short glance that she had to turn again to be sure. The second time, she caught a glimpse of someone that might have been Mommy, making her immediately change course, moving out of the main aisle and into the maze of clothes racks, weaving in and out of them, occasionally peeking behind her, until she found a corner of the store empty of customers.
With one last look around, she ducked beneath the row of clothes hanging on the wall, crawling behind them and then pulling them in front of her. They hung down far enough that she was pretty sure nobody would see her feet beneath them, and there were enough that she could pull them tight enough together and feel reasonably sure she couldn't be seen behind them as she caught her breath as quickly and quietly as she could. After a few minutes of not seeing the clothes yanked apart by a very angry Mommy, she began slowly accepting that she had, in fact, gotten away, at least for now.
Now what was she going to do?
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 14
Chapter 14 - Makeover
Alisa unhappily looked up at the approaching bathroom sign. Normally, that would have been an all-too-welcome sight, but now it only made her feel more frantic, and more annoyed at Mommy. It had been long enough since the big mess that she could go again, but she hadn't even started feeling the pressure that signalled she was starting to get close to having an accident. She was sure she could last a while like this, clean and dry - though the dryness was sure to be fixed before too long, as well.
For a moment, she wondered if she could get around this dilemma by simply wetting herself. She hadn't told Clara what she needed to do, so that could work, as far as the girl was concerned. But Mommy had told her to do more than that, and had certainly seemed to mean it. After spending the morning in whatever fake mess had been put in her diaper, the pain from her spankings had dulled a bit, and she was in no hurry to give Mommy an excuse to make it worse anytime soon. She also didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in a dirty diaper, however, even if this one couldn't possibly be as full, after that morning, either.
What it boiled down to, she realized, was how much she had accepted her new role. If she really was ready to just give up and spend her time here as a babydoll for a toddler, then she should just do it; if she had the guts to keep fighting, she shouldn't. She tried to think of what a character from a story would do now, because it was obvious that she should do the opposite, whatever that was. They never won, no matter what. In the end, they were always still in diapers, usually still trapped. If she couldn't convince Dr. Bremer to help her, she might be in this world a long time, and she needed to give more thought to the long-term consequences of her actions.
Unfortunately, before she could decide on what she wanted to do, it was already too late. "Do you want to hold the door open for us?" she heard Mommy ask, looking up from her thoughts to realize that she had been talking to Clara, who was more than happy to help, scurrying forward and pushing open the door. Mommy bent over and hissed in Alisa's ear, "You are going to regret this when we get home, Dolly. Mess yourself now!"
Alisa opened her mouth to apologize, but all that came out was a shocked gasp as she felt her innards contract. Her eyes widened and her hands shot to the rear of her diaper as she felt herself begin to follow her orders automatically, something that only seemed to intensify as her hands touched the diaper cover. She hadn't even given it a second thought - as soon as Mommy had told her directly to go, she had begun doing so, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"What are you doing, Dolly?" Mommy asked loudly, pushing up the back of Alisa's dress and tugging on her diaper. "Oh, Dolly! We were right there! Come on back, Clara, Dolly couldn't make it!"
"Dolly!" Clara admonished, parroting her mother's scolding tone. "Bad girl! You almost made it to the potty! You just had to hold it another minute!"
"She's just a baby," Mommy reminded Clara. "Come on, we might as well get going."
"Shouldn't we change her?" Clara asked, watching Alisa continue to squirm and fill her diaper with the warm mush.
"No, I don't think it's too bad," Mommy shrugged it off. "She can wait. Can't you, Dolly?" Alisa meekly nodded her head, even though she would have liked almost nothing more than the chance to get a clean diaper again. She'd gotten to wear this one for such a short time... It wasn't fair!
She was still sulking about it as she was strapped into her car seat. With the load in her pants, the tight strap only made her feel more gross and uncomfortable, though given how many times she'd gotten close to relief and been denied it lately, even that turned her on just a tiny bit. At least until Mommy began to talk to Clara.
"So, Clara... I was thinking. Dolly clearly isn't ready for potty training, is she?"
Alisa squirmed as Clara looked over at her, giggling. "Nuh-uh!"
"She was supposed to help you, but she's just no good at it at all, huh? She's just a baby! So I was thinking... Maybe we should make her more of a baby. It would just take one little surgery, and she'd have to crawl. Wouldn't that be fun? I'm sure she won't be taller than you for long, but if she couldn't stand, then she wouldn't seem taller than you even now! Would you like that?"
"Hey, wait..." Alisa squeaked anxiously. She couldn't really mean that, could she?
"Yeah!" Clara nodded enthusiastically.
"And while we're there, we could fix her hands, too... She's always trying to do stuff for herself, and she was even doing something naughty with them last night." Mommy shot Alisa a look that made her freeze and blush, realizing that at least Mommy, and possibly Emily, had known what she had been up to. Was that what Emily had told Mommy? "Why don't you show Clara what you did, Dolly?"
Alisa blushed deeper. "No, please," she whimpered. Here, in a messy diaper, as she listened to how this woman was planning on crippling her, she had no desire to touch herself at all.
"Did you say no to me?" Mommy demanded. "Do it, now!"
Alisa's hands shot to her diaper, but before she could rub it, or even start to decide if she would go through with it or not, she felt her bladder give way, emptying itself into her dirty diaper as she gasped.
"Dolly, you're not s'posed to touch your diaper!" Clara reminded her. "Naughty girl!"
"That's right," Mommy nodded, satisfied. "So another little surgery would keep her from being able to do that, or pick up anything for herself... She would have no choice but to let us feed her, and help her play, and do everything for her! She would be just like a little baby. And you know what else would help with that?"
"Come on," Alisa whimpered, tugging helplessly on the car seat strap. How far was she going to take this? She'd seen a few shady looking doctor's offices that she had no doubt specialized in things like this, and she had very little doubt that Mommy would go through with it. She had never felt more trapped.
"She's having an awfully hard time learning to to say no," Mommy continued, seemingly ignoring Alisa's protest for the time being. "And she's getting pretty whiny, too. But that wouldn't be as bad if she just cooed and cried like a real little baby, would it? I bet it would be much cuter. And so simple..."
"Please, don't," Alisa begged, sniffling. If they actually went through with all that, she really would be trapped. She'd have no hope of changing Dr. Bremer's mind, ever, not if she couldn't talk to the woman, or even hold a crayon well enough to write a note to her. "Please..."
"By the end of the day, Dolly will be the perfect little baby doll," Mommy declared with a smile, slowing the car. "The first step is getting her the perfect hair." She pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car, getting out and gathering up the diaper bag and her two charges, one of whom was starting to feel queasy at what was going to happen to her.
"Mommy, please, you can't do this to me..." Alisa pleaded, tugging against Mommy's grip.
But, now that she had come to the decision that Alisa would be losing her ability to speak, Mommy seemed to have decided that she wasn't listening to anything she said up until then, either. She had apparently made an appointment, as the three of them were taken right back, Clara and Alisa plopped down side by side in salon chairs. Clara was just getting a trim, though she seemed quite excited at even that, as Mommy quietly discussed her plans for Alisa's hair with her amused hairdresser. Desperately, Alisa tried scooting forward out of the chair once or twice, but Mommy always saw her, stopping her by reaching out to grab her arm and drag her back up in her seat.
Finally, Mommy stopped talking, and the hairdresser got to work, spinning the chair around so Alisa couldn't see the mirror, but Mommy could see, and approve, everything. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" she said to Alisa as she got set up. "And you'll be even cuter when we're done with you!" The woman began, cutting away at Alisa's hair. In the real world, Alisa had tended to keep her hair long, and while it had been a bit shorter in this world, it still had a fair bit of length to it. That apparently wasn't going to work for Mommy's plans, however, as the hairdresser just kept hacking away more and more hair, until Alisa was sure she had to be bald. It was rather disheartening, looking around the chair, seeing the remains of her lovely locks scattered around beneath her.
At last, the woman put down the scissors, but she wasn't done yet. Alisa squirmed in her squishy Pamper as the woman began dividing up Alisa's hair, then spreading something over it. Clara had finished by then, and was sitting on Mommy's lap, watching eagerly. Alisa had no idea what was going on, which made her almost as uncomfortable as being the center of attention like this. After what felt like an eternity, her hair was rinsed out and dried, and they started on the next step, rubbing more stuff into her hair. After another wait, as the stylist wrapped her hair around little rods, she began to realize what was going on. With everything else, she had forgotten that Mommy had mentioned getting her a perm. Even now, it seemed like the least of her worries, as she fretted about how she could possibly get out of what was likely to happen to her at the next stop.
After another age or two, when they were all done tweaking her hair, she was allowed to see it. It was a rather shocking transformation; she nearly couldn't believe she was looking at herself. Before, she'd had long, straight, light brown hair. Now, it was blond, short, and curled into bouncy ringlets that made her look like Shirley Temple, or, appropriately enough, a doll. "It's just the right length to pull into cute little ponytails," the stylist suggested, doing so with her fingers, "once it's set, of course."
"Don't you look sweet?" Mommy cooed as she scooted Alisa off the chair. "Say thank you, Dolly."
"Th-thank you," Alisa blushed. She felt like an entirely different person was staring at her from the mirrors, one that truly belonged in this world.
"Now, before we go on to our next stop, maybe it's time to get you changed." Alisa wasn't about to argue with that, if for no other reason than it would delay the inevitable. Mommy led her to the bathroom, which, of course, came equipped with a rather large changing table that folded down out of the wall. After spreading a changing pad over it, Mommy lifted Alisa up onto it, strapping her into place and beginning to untape her diapers.
"Mommy, I can't see!" Clara complained from the floor below the table, getting up on her tiptoes every now and then. "I wanna help!"
"I know you do, sweetie, but the floor here might be dirty. You can change her when we get home, okay? I'm sure she'll need it again." Mommy did her best to reassure the girl, but Clara was still upset over not getting to play with her Dolly right then, bouncing in place and trying to see what was going on... Or, rather, that was what Alisa assumed was happening at first, until she realized something.
She knew she might be overstepping her bounds as the doll, and the baby, but a plan was rapidly forming in her mind. After all, she had been supposed to help potty train this girl, hadn't she? "Do you need to go potty, Clara?" she asked, waiting until Mommy had finished cleaning her, sliding the old diapers out from under her and throwing them away. She did her very best to keep her hand from wandering too close to the latch on the strap, but in her anxiety to get out of this place, she could feel it quivering slightly - hopefully not too noticeably.
"No..." Clara answered uncertainly, but when Mommy looked over at her, she changed her tune, obviously knowing she couldn't fool her. "Maybe..."
"You didn't already have an accident, did you?" Mommy asked, and Clara shook her head. "Why don't you go now?" she asked, nodding over to the stall. "I'm right here."
Alisa watched the exchange, starting to shake nervously as she prayed for the right response. She got silence, which worked just as well.
"Can you wait until I'm done?" Clara nodded, but it was obvious she wasn't really all that confident. "I suppose Dolly can wait here for a minute," Mommy said, to Alisa's enormous relief. She fixed Alisa with a glare, then turned, ushering Clara into the nearest stall. As soon as her back was turned, Alisa's hand shot out and began sweatily pawing at the buckle holding her in place.
She froze again once Mommy had tugged down Clara's Pull-Up and lifted her onto the toilet, then turned around to watch Alisa through the open stall door. Alisa had been banking on her shutting the door. She didn't dare turn to look at the fiendishly complicated feeling latch that was keeping her from freedom, not wanting to tip her hand. She slowly began moving her fingers again, sure Mommy couldn't see that from where she was. Even so, if she did get the strap undone, she was beginning to worry she wouldn't be able to make it to the door before getting intercepted, not with Mommy watching.
She felt like bursting into tears, but that was bound to give away her game as well. She was so close... So close to getting away, to freeing herself from the horrible future this giant woman had planned for her, starting once they left this bathroom. She supposed she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, but it had been the only idea she had. What else was left for her to do but give in and accept her fate? She was never getting home, and she would be spending the rest of her life in this place as a helpless adult baby. And with each passing second, it was looking more and more like there was nothing she could do about either of those things.
Alisa unhappily looked up at the approaching bathroom sign. Normally, that would have been an all-too-welcome sight, but now it only made her feel more frantic, and more annoyed at Mommy. It had been long enough since the big mess that she could go again, but she hadn't even started feeling the pressure that signalled she was starting to get close to having an accident. She was sure she could last a while like this, clean and dry - though the dryness was sure to be fixed before too long, as well.
For a moment, she wondered if she could get around this dilemma by simply wetting herself. She hadn't told Clara what she needed to do, so that could work, as far as the girl was concerned. But Mommy had told her to do more than that, and had certainly seemed to mean it. After spending the morning in whatever fake mess had been put in her diaper, the pain from her spankings had dulled a bit, and she was in no hurry to give Mommy an excuse to make it worse anytime soon. She also didn't want to spend any more time than necessary in a dirty diaper, however, even if this one couldn't possibly be as full, after that morning, either.
What it boiled down to, she realized, was how much she had accepted her new role. If she really was ready to just give up and spend her time here as a babydoll for a toddler, then she should just do it; if she had the guts to keep fighting, she shouldn't. She tried to think of what a character from a story would do now, because it was obvious that she should do the opposite, whatever that was. They never won, no matter what. In the end, they were always still in diapers, usually still trapped. If she couldn't convince Dr. Bremer to help her, she might be in this world a long time, and she needed to give more thought to the long-term consequences of her actions.
Unfortunately, before she could decide on what she wanted to do, it was already too late. "Do you want to hold the door open for us?" she heard Mommy ask, looking up from her thoughts to realize that she had been talking to Clara, who was more than happy to help, scurrying forward and pushing open the door. Mommy bent over and hissed in Alisa's ear, "You are going to regret this when we get home, Dolly. Mess yourself now!"
Alisa opened her mouth to apologize, but all that came out was a shocked gasp as she felt her innards contract. Her eyes widened and her hands shot to the rear of her diaper as she felt herself begin to follow her orders automatically, something that only seemed to intensify as her hands touched the diaper cover. She hadn't even given it a second thought - as soon as Mommy had told her directly to go, she had begun doing so, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"What are you doing, Dolly?" Mommy asked loudly, pushing up the back of Alisa's dress and tugging on her diaper. "Oh, Dolly! We were right there! Come on back, Clara, Dolly couldn't make it!"
"Dolly!" Clara admonished, parroting her mother's scolding tone. "Bad girl! You almost made it to the potty! You just had to hold it another minute!"
"She's just a baby," Mommy reminded Clara. "Come on, we might as well get going."
"Shouldn't we change her?" Clara asked, watching Alisa continue to squirm and fill her diaper with the warm mush.
"No, I don't think it's too bad," Mommy shrugged it off. "She can wait. Can't you, Dolly?" Alisa meekly nodded her head, even though she would have liked almost nothing more than the chance to get a clean diaper again. She'd gotten to wear this one for such a short time... It wasn't fair!
She was still sulking about it as she was strapped into her car seat. With the load in her pants, the tight strap only made her feel more gross and uncomfortable, though given how many times she'd gotten close to relief and been denied it lately, even that turned her on just a tiny bit. At least until Mommy began to talk to Clara.
"So, Clara... I was thinking. Dolly clearly isn't ready for potty training, is she?"
Alisa squirmed as Clara looked over at her, giggling. "Nuh-uh!"
"She was supposed to help you, but she's just no good at it at all, huh? She's just a baby! So I was thinking... Maybe we should make her more of a baby. It would just take one little surgery, and she'd have to crawl. Wouldn't that be fun? I'm sure she won't be taller than you for long, but if she couldn't stand, then she wouldn't seem taller than you even now! Would you like that?"
"Hey, wait..." Alisa squeaked anxiously. She couldn't really mean that, could she?
"Yeah!" Clara nodded enthusiastically.
"And while we're there, we could fix her hands, too... She's always trying to do stuff for herself, and she was even doing something naughty with them last night." Mommy shot Alisa a look that made her freeze and blush, realizing that at least Mommy, and possibly Emily, had known what she had been up to. Was that what Emily had told Mommy? "Why don't you show Clara what you did, Dolly?"
Alisa blushed deeper. "No, please," she whimpered. Here, in a messy diaper, as she listened to how this woman was planning on crippling her, she had no desire to touch herself at all.
"Did you say no to me?" Mommy demanded. "Do it, now!"
Alisa's hands shot to her diaper, but before she could rub it, or even start to decide if she would go through with it or not, she felt her bladder give way, emptying itself into her dirty diaper as she gasped.
"Dolly, you're not s'posed to touch your diaper!" Clara reminded her. "Naughty girl!"
"That's right," Mommy nodded, satisfied. "So another little surgery would keep her from being able to do that, or pick up anything for herself... She would have no choice but to let us feed her, and help her play, and do everything for her! She would be just like a little baby. And you know what else would help with that?"
"Come on," Alisa whimpered, tugging helplessly on the car seat strap. How far was she going to take this? She'd seen a few shady looking doctor's offices that she had no doubt specialized in things like this, and she had very little doubt that Mommy would go through with it. She had never felt more trapped.
"She's having an awfully hard time learning to to say no," Mommy continued, seemingly ignoring Alisa's protest for the time being. "And she's getting pretty whiny, too. But that wouldn't be as bad if she just cooed and cried like a real little baby, would it? I bet it would be much cuter. And so simple..."
"Please, don't," Alisa begged, sniffling. If they actually went through with all that, she really would be trapped. She'd have no hope of changing Dr. Bremer's mind, ever, not if she couldn't talk to the woman, or even hold a crayon well enough to write a note to her. "Please..."
"By the end of the day, Dolly will be the perfect little baby doll," Mommy declared with a smile, slowing the car. "The first step is getting her the perfect hair." She pulled into a parking spot and stopped the car, getting out and gathering up the diaper bag and her two charges, one of whom was starting to feel queasy at what was going to happen to her.
"Mommy, please, you can't do this to me..." Alisa pleaded, tugging against Mommy's grip.
But, now that she had come to the decision that Alisa would be losing her ability to speak, Mommy seemed to have decided that she wasn't listening to anything she said up until then, either. She had apparently made an appointment, as the three of them were taken right back, Clara and Alisa plopped down side by side in salon chairs. Clara was just getting a trim, though she seemed quite excited at even that, as Mommy quietly discussed her plans for Alisa's hair with her amused hairdresser. Desperately, Alisa tried scooting forward out of the chair once or twice, but Mommy always saw her, stopping her by reaching out to grab her arm and drag her back up in her seat.
Finally, Mommy stopped talking, and the hairdresser got to work, spinning the chair around so Alisa couldn't see the mirror, but Mommy could see, and approve, everything. "You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" she said to Alisa as she got set up. "And you'll be even cuter when we're done with you!" The woman began, cutting away at Alisa's hair. In the real world, Alisa had tended to keep her hair long, and while it had been a bit shorter in this world, it still had a fair bit of length to it. That apparently wasn't going to work for Mommy's plans, however, as the hairdresser just kept hacking away more and more hair, until Alisa was sure she had to be bald. It was rather disheartening, looking around the chair, seeing the remains of her lovely locks scattered around beneath her.
At last, the woman put down the scissors, but she wasn't done yet. Alisa squirmed in her squishy Pamper as the woman began dividing up Alisa's hair, then spreading something over it. Clara had finished by then, and was sitting on Mommy's lap, watching eagerly. Alisa had no idea what was going on, which made her almost as uncomfortable as being the center of attention like this. After what felt like an eternity, her hair was rinsed out and dried, and they started on the next step, rubbing more stuff into her hair. After another wait, as the stylist wrapped her hair around little rods, she began to realize what was going on. With everything else, she had forgotten that Mommy had mentioned getting her a perm. Even now, it seemed like the least of her worries, as she fretted about how she could possibly get out of what was likely to happen to her at the next stop.
After another age or two, when they were all done tweaking her hair, she was allowed to see it. It was a rather shocking transformation; she nearly couldn't believe she was looking at herself. Before, she'd had long, straight, light brown hair. Now, it was blond, short, and curled into bouncy ringlets that made her look like Shirley Temple, or, appropriately enough, a doll. "It's just the right length to pull into cute little ponytails," the stylist suggested, doing so with her fingers, "once it's set, of course."
"Don't you look sweet?" Mommy cooed as she scooted Alisa off the chair. "Say thank you, Dolly."
"Th-thank you," Alisa blushed. She felt like an entirely different person was staring at her from the mirrors, one that truly belonged in this world.
"Now, before we go on to our next stop, maybe it's time to get you changed." Alisa wasn't about to argue with that, if for no other reason than it would delay the inevitable. Mommy led her to the bathroom, which, of course, came equipped with a rather large changing table that folded down out of the wall. After spreading a changing pad over it, Mommy lifted Alisa up onto it, strapping her into place and beginning to untape her diapers.
"Mommy, I can't see!" Clara complained from the floor below the table, getting up on her tiptoes every now and then. "I wanna help!"
"I know you do, sweetie, but the floor here might be dirty. You can change her when we get home, okay? I'm sure she'll need it again." Mommy did her best to reassure the girl, but Clara was still upset over not getting to play with her Dolly right then, bouncing in place and trying to see what was going on... Or, rather, that was what Alisa assumed was happening at first, until she realized something.
She knew she might be overstepping her bounds as the doll, and the baby, but a plan was rapidly forming in her mind. After all, she had been supposed to help potty train this girl, hadn't she? "Do you need to go potty, Clara?" she asked, waiting until Mommy had finished cleaning her, sliding the old diapers out from under her and throwing them away. She did her very best to keep her hand from wandering too close to the latch on the strap, but in her anxiety to get out of this place, she could feel it quivering slightly - hopefully not too noticeably.
"No..." Clara answered uncertainly, but when Mommy looked over at her, she changed her tune, obviously knowing she couldn't fool her. "Maybe..."
"You didn't already have an accident, did you?" Mommy asked, and Clara shook her head. "Why don't you go now?" she asked, nodding over to the stall. "I'm right here."
Alisa watched the exchange, starting to shake nervously as she prayed for the right response. She got silence, which worked just as well.
"Can you wait until I'm done?" Clara nodded, but it was obvious she wasn't really all that confident. "I suppose Dolly can wait here for a minute," Mommy said, to Alisa's enormous relief. She fixed Alisa with a glare, then turned, ushering Clara into the nearest stall. As soon as her back was turned, Alisa's hand shot out and began sweatily pawing at the buckle holding her in place.
She froze again once Mommy had tugged down Clara's Pull-Up and lifted her onto the toilet, then turned around to watch Alisa through the open stall door. Alisa had been banking on her shutting the door. She didn't dare turn to look at the fiendishly complicated feeling latch that was keeping her from freedom, not wanting to tip her hand. She slowly began moving her fingers again, sure Mommy couldn't see that from where she was. Even so, if she did get the strap undone, she was beginning to worry she wouldn't be able to make it to the door before getting intercepted, not with Mommy watching.
She felt like bursting into tears, but that was bound to give away her game as well. She was so close... So close to getting away, to freeing herself from the horrible future this giant woman had planned for her, starting once they left this bathroom. She supposed she should have known that it wouldn't be that easy, but it had been the only idea she had. What else was left for her to do but give in and accept her fate? She was never getting home, and she would be spending the rest of her life in this place as a helpless adult baby. And with each passing second, it was looking more and more like there was nothing she could do about either of those things.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
One million!
Sorry, no new chapter just yet, and probably not today... Just wanted to post that the site just broke one million pageviews, which I thought was pretty cool. Thanks to everyone for viewing my pages!
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension - Chapter 13
Chapter 13 - Free Refill
Alisa was sure she had never pooped so much in her life, which made it all the more surprising when, after a few more minutes of feeling sorry for herself, she felt her diaper fill even more, the aftereffects of the enema sending a fresh batch of the mess into her already bulging pants. She felt rather sure that she had wet herself in the midst of her huge "accident" as well, since she felt no pressure on her bladder at all, but she couldn't recall that at all. It hardly mattered - her diaper was very well used, either way.
She had read, many times, of characters filling their diapers, and she'd thought she had already experienced that, but it wasn't until now that she felt like that really was true. Not just a figure of speech, but truly filling her Pampers almost to the point where she didn't think they could hold any more. She managed to get to her feet, but walking was even more of a challenge than it had been in just the double diaper, to the point where she was afraid with each step that the heavy diaper would fall off, or bust open, or at least leak. They didn't, but she was sure that wouldn't last too long. What was taking the room so long to change her? There was no way it hadn't noticed this.
"Hello?" she called, annoyed and embarrassed. She hated having to ask for it, but maybe that was what it was waiting for. She told herself that nobody could hear her, but she knew there were cameras watching her every move, and she wondered if Mommy would be treated to the show when she came to pick her up that afternoon. How much did the nursery show the parents? Especially when their "children" were grown-ups? "Can you please change me?" she asked finally.
"Your mommy has instructed that, should you use your diaper because of a punishment, you must stay in it for at least an hour," the electronic voice told her.
"No!" she cried automatically. "No way, I'll get a rash! That's no fair!" She stomped her foot angrily, having never felt more helpless in her life. It was even worse than the night before had been, because, despite having her hands free, she knew that any attempt to do anything with them to help herself would only make things worse for her.
"There is an alternative," the voice offered, once her tantrum had calmed a touch.
"Will it get me out of this diaper?" Alisa asked suspiciously.
"Yes, and you will not get a rash."
"Do it!" Alisa demanded. She didn't care what the other conditions were - there was no way they could be worse than spending an hour in such a messy diaper. The voice tried to say something else, but she was getting fed up already. "Now!" she yelled, stomping her foot again.
The hands popped out, picking her up and pushing her dress out of the way as they efficiently untaped her diapers and began the clean-up. Even with as many of them as there were, it still took them a little while, as Alisa fidgeted and blushed, glad it wasn't a real person cleaning up her filthy backside this time. A diaper pail grew out of the floor, though as soon as the diapers were tossed into it, she could hear a sucking noise as they were whisked away. She laid back, relieved to be out of them so soon, hoping she wouldn't have to go through anything like that again anytime soon.
She wasn't surprised to find herself taped back into two Pampers, but even that didn't feel so bad now that they were clean. The hands plucked her off the table and set her down, and for a brief, blissful moment, she thought that might be it. She didn't notice the hose snaking down from the ceiling. She felt a slight tug at the waistband of her diaper, but didn't think much about it until she felt something soft and warm and mushy being dumped into the back. At first, she was disbelieving, sure she couldn't be going again so soon, which was only confirmed when she realized her body didn't feel like it was behind this. She turned around, confused, to see the hose, but when she tried to grab it, instead of being able to pull it out, she only seemed to encourage it to pump faster.
"Stop it!" she yelled, pouting unhappily as her diaper was filled once again. "What are you doing?"
"What you requested. We changed your diaper. The substance in your diaper is designed not to give you a rash, and to heal any sign of a rash that has already begun. Your mommy instructed that you spend time in your messy diaper, but, if you chose so, she allowed for this to be what you diaper was filled with. However, in return for that, you must wear it for even longer."
Alisa groaned, squirming in her diaper, feeling the stuff that was already in there. It felt exactly like what she had just been changed out of, and knowing that it wasn't barely made it better. By the time the tube extracted itself, the diaper felt just as loaded as her last one had, and almost right away, a hand appeared from the floor to tug her out of her dress and put her into her crib.
"Nap time!" the voice announced, turning off the lights, the television, and the sun in the fake window.
"I'm not tired!" Alisa complained, wriggling around in the crib, feeling her diaper squish beneath her with every move. There was no answer. She looked down through the dim light from the fake moon at the huge diaper around her waist, seeming to strain under the weight of what was inside, whatever that was exactly. After a few minutes, she felt a rapidly growing twinge in her bladder. Unthinking, she reached down to press a hand to her diaper to try to help put off the inevitable for a moment or two. She thought better of it, trying to pull her hand away in time, but her skin had barely brushed the plastic before her hands and feet were grabbed by hands coming from the crib, each pulled and held in a different direction as the hands turned into soft cuffs. As she wet herself, she could feel something shifting in her diaper, and when she looked down at herself, the diaper seemed to be swelling out even more.
"Can't I go out on the playground?" she asked, grumpily tugging on her restraints. They had just enough slack in them that she thought the first couple times that she might be able to break free, but of course the nursery wasn't really going to allow that. She also knew that it wouldn't let her escape from there, and she didn't really want to be seen by the other subjects of the nursery, or anyone else who might be around, but at least she wouldn't be in this room for a little while, and maybe they'd change her beforehand.
"Your mommy has suspended your outside playtime privileges," the nursery informed her.
"Perfect," Alisa pouted. Maybe Mommy had thought there really was some danger of her being able to escape when she was outside, which just gave her more hope. "Then can I..." She was silenced by the return of the pacifier, as the room apparently finally tired of her complaining. She hardly noticed herself sucking angrily on it, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. After a time, the ceiling opened up, dangling a mobile over her head, one featuring the characters from the show she'd been watching all that morning, gently playing a slowed down version of the theme song as it twirled around and around above her. She had little choice but to watch it, her eyes getting heavier and heavier and the sucking on her pacifier slowing gradually as she drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed of the show again, which she blamed the mobile for, even more vividly than she had the night before. It was a rather unpleasant sensation to wake up to a very full diaper - one that, in fact, felt even fuller than it had been when she'd been put down for her nap. Had she messed herself in her sleep? The thought made her want to cry, until she remembered that her pre-nap wetting had seemed to make the fake mess expand, and that she was a bedwetter. She supposed the stuff did that to absorb the urine and keep it from irritating her skin, but that hardly made her feel better, since she couldn't even ask to be changed, with the pacifier in.
The room slowly came to life, switching the "outside" picture as it let her out of the crib, setting her on the floor with some blocks and turning the screen back on to the same old show. She had to admit that, while she still wasn't entirely sure what was going on in it, there was something slightly addictive about it that made her want to keep watching, even as she was force fed her lunch through her pacifier. Once that was done, to her surprise, she was put on the changing table, and strapped into two fresh Pampers. The pacifier was unhooked and removed, and she was dressed back in her dress and diaper cover before hand came from the hallway to drag her away.
It seemed strangely early - had she lost track of time as she'd been watching TV? Had her nap been extra long? The room had told her she wasn't allowed to play on the playground, so that was clearly not what this was. For a brief moment, she wondered if Dr. Bremer had changed her mind after all, and she was being taken to her lab to, finally, go home, but when her trip through the building halted, she was plopped down in front of Mommy, who was intently examining a screen in the wall.
"Only half a day, and you still managed to get punished," Mommy commented without turning around. "You are such a troublemaker, Dolly."
"I'm sorry," Alisa blushed, peeking around the giant woman to get a glimpse of a video of herself messing her diaper, which only made her more embarrassed. She'd already had to watch that once - she didn't need to see it again. It did remind her, after having spent most of the day so far in very messy diapers, just how nice a clean one felt. It would be nice to get to experience that for a while, though, of course, by the very nature of the garment she knew it wouldn't stay that way forever.
Mommy didn't respond right away, reaching up to interact with the screen, flicking away the report on Alisa's day and switching over to Clara's. She gave a little sigh as she looked at it, at last turning to face Alisa. "You're going to mess yourself," she announced.
"B-But..." Alisa whined, sniffling in surprise. "I just got changed! That's not fair!"
"Clara had an accident, so you are going to make her feel better. So far, you've hardly been any use, despite everything I've given you, but you are going to do what I took you in to do. Once Clara gets here, you will ask to use the potty, and then you will poop your Pampers. Do you understand?"
"But I..." Alisa whimpered.
Mommy grabbed her chin, forcing the girl's face up to meet her own glare. "Do you understand?" Alisa sniffled, but nodded grumpily. Mommy hit a button on the screen, and seconds later, Clara was standing in front of them, pouting almost as much as Alisa. Obviously, she had been coming here long enough to know that her mother already knew about her accident, and that she hadn't earned the big girl panties they'd brought for her in the diaper bag.
Mommy gave Alisa a pointed look. Alisa silenced a groan as she stared up at the woman, tugging on her skirt. "Mommy, can I go potty?" she asked.
"Silly Dolly! Why didn't you go potty in your room? All you had to do was ask!" Mommy turned from her to Clara, confiding in her, "She didn't ask even once! She just used her diaper like a little baby! At least you asked first, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Clara nodded, though she still sounded a little upset. "And I did make it all the other times..."
"Sometimes you get distracted, though, huh?" Mommy asked knowingly. "It's no big deal, sweetie. You'll get there." She turned to Alisa, giving her another glare.
Alisa pouted. Clara seemed to be feeling better already, there was no need for her to ruin her clean diaper already. "But..."
"All right, Dolly, let's go!" Mommy took her hand, bending over to whisper, "If you make it, you will regret it, little lady!" before taking Clara's hand as well. "Come on, Clara, we'd better get Dolly to the potty before she has another accident! We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?"
Alisa was sure she had never pooped so much in her life, which made it all the more surprising when, after a few more minutes of feeling sorry for herself, she felt her diaper fill even more, the aftereffects of the enema sending a fresh batch of the mess into her already bulging pants. She felt rather sure that she had wet herself in the midst of her huge "accident" as well, since she felt no pressure on her bladder at all, but she couldn't recall that at all. It hardly mattered - her diaper was very well used, either way.
She had read, many times, of characters filling their diapers, and she'd thought she had already experienced that, but it wasn't until now that she felt like that really was true. Not just a figure of speech, but truly filling her Pampers almost to the point where she didn't think they could hold any more. She managed to get to her feet, but walking was even more of a challenge than it had been in just the double diaper, to the point where she was afraid with each step that the heavy diaper would fall off, or bust open, or at least leak. They didn't, but she was sure that wouldn't last too long. What was taking the room so long to change her? There was no way it hadn't noticed this.
"Hello?" she called, annoyed and embarrassed. She hated having to ask for it, but maybe that was what it was waiting for. She told herself that nobody could hear her, but she knew there were cameras watching her every move, and she wondered if Mommy would be treated to the show when she came to pick her up that afternoon. How much did the nursery show the parents? Especially when their "children" were grown-ups? "Can you please change me?" she asked finally.
"Your mommy has instructed that, should you use your diaper because of a punishment, you must stay in it for at least an hour," the electronic voice told her.
"No!" she cried automatically. "No way, I'll get a rash! That's no fair!" She stomped her foot angrily, having never felt more helpless in her life. It was even worse than the night before had been, because, despite having her hands free, she knew that any attempt to do anything with them to help herself would only make things worse for her.
"There is an alternative," the voice offered, once her tantrum had calmed a touch.
"Will it get me out of this diaper?" Alisa asked suspiciously.
"Yes, and you will not get a rash."
"Do it!" Alisa demanded. She didn't care what the other conditions were - there was no way they could be worse than spending an hour in such a messy diaper. The voice tried to say something else, but she was getting fed up already. "Now!" she yelled, stomping her foot again.
The hands popped out, picking her up and pushing her dress out of the way as they efficiently untaped her diapers and began the clean-up. Even with as many of them as there were, it still took them a little while, as Alisa fidgeted and blushed, glad it wasn't a real person cleaning up her filthy backside this time. A diaper pail grew out of the floor, though as soon as the diapers were tossed into it, she could hear a sucking noise as they were whisked away. She laid back, relieved to be out of them so soon, hoping she wouldn't have to go through anything like that again anytime soon.
She wasn't surprised to find herself taped back into two Pampers, but even that didn't feel so bad now that they were clean. The hands plucked her off the table and set her down, and for a brief, blissful moment, she thought that might be it. She didn't notice the hose snaking down from the ceiling. She felt a slight tug at the waistband of her diaper, but didn't think much about it until she felt something soft and warm and mushy being dumped into the back. At first, she was disbelieving, sure she couldn't be going again so soon, which was only confirmed when she realized her body didn't feel like it was behind this. She turned around, confused, to see the hose, but when she tried to grab it, instead of being able to pull it out, she only seemed to encourage it to pump faster.
"Stop it!" she yelled, pouting unhappily as her diaper was filled once again. "What are you doing?"
"What you requested. We changed your diaper. The substance in your diaper is designed not to give you a rash, and to heal any sign of a rash that has already begun. Your mommy instructed that you spend time in your messy diaper, but, if you chose so, she allowed for this to be what you diaper was filled with. However, in return for that, you must wear it for even longer."
Alisa groaned, squirming in her diaper, feeling the stuff that was already in there. It felt exactly like what she had just been changed out of, and knowing that it wasn't barely made it better. By the time the tube extracted itself, the diaper felt just as loaded as her last one had, and almost right away, a hand appeared from the floor to tug her out of her dress and put her into her crib.
"Nap time!" the voice announced, turning off the lights, the television, and the sun in the fake window.
"I'm not tired!" Alisa complained, wriggling around in the crib, feeling her diaper squish beneath her with every move. There was no answer. She looked down through the dim light from the fake moon at the huge diaper around her waist, seeming to strain under the weight of what was inside, whatever that was exactly. After a few minutes, she felt a rapidly growing twinge in her bladder. Unthinking, she reached down to press a hand to her diaper to try to help put off the inevitable for a moment or two. She thought better of it, trying to pull her hand away in time, but her skin had barely brushed the plastic before her hands and feet were grabbed by hands coming from the crib, each pulled and held in a different direction as the hands turned into soft cuffs. As she wet herself, she could feel something shifting in her diaper, and when she looked down at herself, the diaper seemed to be swelling out even more.
"Can't I go out on the playground?" she asked, grumpily tugging on her restraints. They had just enough slack in them that she thought the first couple times that she might be able to break free, but of course the nursery wasn't really going to allow that. She also knew that it wouldn't let her escape from there, and she didn't really want to be seen by the other subjects of the nursery, or anyone else who might be around, but at least she wouldn't be in this room for a little while, and maybe they'd change her beforehand.
"Your mommy has suspended your outside playtime privileges," the nursery informed her.
"Perfect," Alisa pouted. Maybe Mommy had thought there really was some danger of her being able to escape when she was outside, which just gave her more hope. "Then can I..." She was silenced by the return of the pacifier, as the room apparently finally tired of her complaining. She hardly noticed herself sucking angrily on it, lying back and staring up at the ceiling. After a time, the ceiling opened up, dangling a mobile over her head, one featuring the characters from the show she'd been watching all that morning, gently playing a slowed down version of the theme song as it twirled around and around above her. She had little choice but to watch it, her eyes getting heavier and heavier and the sucking on her pacifier slowing gradually as she drifted off to sleep.
She dreamed of the show again, which she blamed the mobile for, even more vividly than she had the night before. It was a rather unpleasant sensation to wake up to a very full diaper - one that, in fact, felt even fuller than it had been when she'd been put down for her nap. Had she messed herself in her sleep? The thought made her want to cry, until she remembered that her pre-nap wetting had seemed to make the fake mess expand, and that she was a bedwetter. She supposed the stuff did that to absorb the urine and keep it from irritating her skin, but that hardly made her feel better, since she couldn't even ask to be changed, with the pacifier in.
The room slowly came to life, switching the "outside" picture as it let her out of the crib, setting her on the floor with some blocks and turning the screen back on to the same old show. She had to admit that, while she still wasn't entirely sure what was going on in it, there was something slightly addictive about it that made her want to keep watching, even as she was force fed her lunch through her pacifier. Once that was done, to her surprise, she was put on the changing table, and strapped into two fresh Pampers. The pacifier was unhooked and removed, and she was dressed back in her dress and diaper cover before hand came from the hallway to drag her away.
It seemed strangely early - had she lost track of time as she'd been watching TV? Had her nap been extra long? The room had told her she wasn't allowed to play on the playground, so that was clearly not what this was. For a brief moment, she wondered if Dr. Bremer had changed her mind after all, and she was being taken to her lab to, finally, go home, but when her trip through the building halted, she was plopped down in front of Mommy, who was intently examining a screen in the wall.
"Only half a day, and you still managed to get punished," Mommy commented without turning around. "You are such a troublemaker, Dolly."
"I'm sorry," Alisa blushed, peeking around the giant woman to get a glimpse of a video of herself messing her diaper, which only made her more embarrassed. She'd already had to watch that once - she didn't need to see it again. It did remind her, after having spent most of the day so far in very messy diapers, just how nice a clean one felt. It would be nice to get to experience that for a while, though, of course, by the very nature of the garment she knew it wouldn't stay that way forever.
Mommy didn't respond right away, reaching up to interact with the screen, flicking away the report on Alisa's day and switching over to Clara's. She gave a little sigh as she looked at it, at last turning to face Alisa. "You're going to mess yourself," she announced.
"B-But..." Alisa whined, sniffling in surprise. "I just got changed! That's not fair!"
"Clara had an accident, so you are going to make her feel better. So far, you've hardly been any use, despite everything I've given you, but you are going to do what I took you in to do. Once Clara gets here, you will ask to use the potty, and then you will poop your Pampers. Do you understand?"
"But I..." Alisa whimpered.
Mommy grabbed her chin, forcing the girl's face up to meet her own glare. "Do you understand?" Alisa sniffled, but nodded grumpily. Mommy hit a button on the screen, and seconds later, Clara was standing in front of them, pouting almost as much as Alisa. Obviously, she had been coming here long enough to know that her mother already knew about her accident, and that she hadn't earned the big girl panties they'd brought for her in the diaper bag.
Mommy gave Alisa a pointed look. Alisa silenced a groan as she stared up at the woman, tugging on her skirt. "Mommy, can I go potty?" she asked.
"Silly Dolly! Why didn't you go potty in your room? All you had to do was ask!" Mommy turned from her to Clara, confiding in her, "She didn't ask even once! She just used her diaper like a little baby! At least you asked first, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Clara nodded, though she still sounded a little upset. "And I did make it all the other times..."
"Sometimes you get distracted, though, huh?" Mommy asked knowingly. "It's no big deal, sweetie. You'll get there." She turned to Alisa, giving her another glare.
Alisa pouted. Clara seemed to be feeling better already, there was no need for her to ruin her clean diaper already. "But..."
"All right, Dolly, let's go!" Mommy took her hand, bending over to whisper, "If you make it, you will regret it, little lady!" before taking Clara's hand as well. "Come on, Clara, we'd better get Dolly to the potty before she has another accident! We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?"
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