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Rebecca’s mouth hung open as she sat in her new crib. She was stunned, trying to process what had happened to her. It took a minute for her to regain mental clarity, but she was still just as confused as before. What’s the point to all of this? Rebecca wondered. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to any of this. Why do all of this to me? Why did I ever put that amulet on?
Rebecca’s mind continued to spiral into logical loops with no clear explanation. There was one fact that stood out before all others. While she didn’t want to comply with that mysterious woman’s orders, she figured it would go a long way to avoiding any further punishments. She got off her padded bum and made her way over to the large carboard box. The absorbent padding between her legs was too thick, and pushed her thighs apart forcing her to waddle.
The box was just as heavy as Rebecca remembered it, but this time, the packing tape that had sealed the box had been cut open. She opened to flaps and was overwhelmed with all the items the box contained.
The first item she pulled out was the largest, by far. It was a bag of adult diapers. The package was neon pink, and featured a very childish design on it. It would have looked perfect for an actual package of infant or toddler diapers, but it was very clear from the size and the weight of the package that these were meant for adults. Rebecca remembered what she was instructed to do and brought the package over to the change table dresser and ripped open the side of the bag. She pulled out the diapers and stored them away in one of the many drawers. Upon closer inspection, she realized that she was already wearing an identical diaper. The colours matched exactly.
This package was sealed, Rebecca thought. Just how did that woman manage to put me in one, when we didn’t have any to begin with? There’s no way that another package fit within that box. But, then again, she did make all this appear, so I guess I don’t even know what to think anymore. None of this makes any sense!
Feeling a little more frustrated, Rebecca left the plastic wrapper of the empty diaper bag on the ground, and waddled back to the box. This whole waddling thing is getting annoying, she thought. It’s frustrating not being able to walk quickly.
Rebecca grabbed a couple of the smaller plainly packaged packages from within the box. She began to undo the carboard tabs, and dumped the items out onto the ground. There were all kinds of baby lotions, bum creams, talcum powders, wet wipes, and petroleum jellies. Just about everything that one would need to properly stock a baby’s change table. Rebecca gathered up all the items, and brought them over to the change table, and filed them away in the top drawers, as she figured they would be more accessible there.
With the box being almost emptied, Rebecca turned the box end over end and emptied it onto the nursery floor. Out of the box fell a few more items. There were two items that really stuck out to her. The first was a comically oversized pink pacifier. That has to be a joke, Rebecca thought. She picked up the item and read the description. New! Adult sized pacifier. Our newly minted patent-pending… The description continued on, but Rebecca had already learned enough from it. She brought the package over and shoved it into one of the drawers. If that woman wants to use it on me, she can fight with the clamshell packaging for all I care.
Then there was the issue of the final out-of-place item. There was larger black package, with a clear plastic window allowing Rebecca to see inside of it. Inside there was an assortment of sextoys. There were three differently sized flesh-toned coloured silicon dildos, some clamps, a set of stainless steel looking buttplugs, and a variety of vibrating bullets. These were all things that Rebecca had seen on the internet, but had never once thought about using any of them on herself. The box joined the sealed pacifier in the back of a drawer without a second thought.
Just what exactly is this woman planning on doing to me? Rebecca wondered. There were still a few items to clean up from the box. There was a small stuffed bear, which ended up in her crib, and there were a couple of hairbows. Those bows would look so cute on one of my nieces, Rebecca thought. But… I guess I’d be the one wearing them. Uhg, nevermind. She tossed them carelessly into one of the drawers.
Rebecca turned around, and the cardboard box was gone. She hadn’t moved it, but it had vanished all on its own, just like the spanking chair from earlier. The plastic packaging from her diapers was missing as well. In fact, there was no visible sign that the box had been there at all. Rebecca looked over to her crib and the stuffed bear was still there. And when she checked the drawers, the items were there, just as she had placed them. For now, anyways.
Rebecca looked around the room, looking for what to do next. The woman hadn’t told her what Escort Bayan her next step would be, or what she could do to occupy her time. Suddenly Rebecca’s attention snapped to the wall opposite of her crib. The previously plain wall was now suddenly all black, before filling with a dim white light. Is that a TV screen? Rebecca wondered. The lights in the nursery suddenly dimmed.
Her question was quickly answered as the wall began to project a white spiraling pattern into the room. What the fuck is that? Is the woman trying to hypnotize me? Rebecca wondered. She tried to look away from the screen, but it was all consuming. There was no where she could look without catching a glimpse of the screen in a reflection, or from the oscillating shadows. She closed her eyes, and felt her way back into the crib. In a desperate attempt to defeat the woman’s attempts, she covered herself with the blanket, and buried her head beneath the pillows.
It worked for a time, but then Rebecca began to hear a weird buzzing sound. It was inconsistent, but it was certainly in the background. One would have to focus to be able to hear it, or be under a pillow with no external stimulus. She jammed her fingers into her ears, trying her best to block out the sound.
“Listen.”
The word was said loud enough that Rebecca heard it reverberate throughout her body. She felt it down to her bones, and knew that she had to obey. Obedience is pleasure, Rebecca thought. Her fingers retreated out of her ears, exposing her to the subliminal background track that was playing.
“Get out of bed, sleepyhead.”
Rebecca found her body moving of its own accord. This feels just like when my pussy was giving me commands earlier, Rebecca thought. My whole body is listening and responding to what’s being said. It’s not my ears, or my brain in control. This is not good. Rebecca was along for the ride as she felt her body move out of the crib and into a seated position in the middle of the room. Her eyes remained closed as she struggled to fight off her bodies desire to open them. She could see the alternating pattern of the hypnotic spiral through her eyelids, but she hoped that this would be enough.
“Please pay attention to the screen.”
Rebecca’s eyes snapped open. Her body was eager to please its new master, and overpowered her own willpower. She was stuck, her own body was now a prison. She was forced to sit there, unable to move, look away, or block her ears. Almost her entire vision was taken up by the entrancing screen.
I won’t give in, Rebecca thought. There’s no way… that I’ll… ever… surren… der… to… her. Rebecca’s mind slowed and became entranced with the screen. Her mind was forced to be blank as her senses were overwhelmed. Now in a vulnerable state, the video fed mind with hypnotic instruction which she was unable to consciously process any of it. Whatever the video was trying to do, it was being recorded straight into her brain, with there being no need to be comprehended first.
The spiral continued for an endless amount of time. At least, it seemed to be endless to Rebecca. Her sense of time was thrown completely off. In reality, once Rebecca was placed into the forced hypnotic trance, the video only continued on for five minutes. At the end, the spiral grew dim, and Rebecca’s conscious mind was allowed to resurface and process input again.
“Good girl.”
Rebecca felt the pleasure course through her body. She lived to be called a good girl. Her pussy made sure to drive the point home as it began to drip into her thirsty padding. More than anything else at the moment, Rebecca wanted to put her hand on the front of her diaper and rub it, but she remembered her Mommy’s rules. She wasn’t allowed to play with herself. If she wanted to be a good girl, she wouldn’t do it.
“Please pay attention and follow along.”
Rebecca was already staring at the screen from the previous command, but this reinforced the idea within her mind just that much deeper. The spiral disappeared, and in its place a brightly coloured animated children’s cartoon took its place. The type of cartoon made especially for young children, where the characters would ask the audience for help, and ask them to do random things like clapping or jumping up and down. Rebecca dreaded the upcoming experience, as an overly cheery theme song began to play and the opening title sequence began. She didn’t recognize the show in question, but it looked vaguely familiar to her all the same.
The show began with the titular character getting out of bed. She, an older teen / young adult looking girl, was obviously diapered underneath her pyjamas. That’s a little odd, Rebecca thought. Maybe that’s done to connect to the younger audience? The girl turned towards the figurative camera and looked Rebecca directly in the eye.
“Goodmorning, little one. Can you say good morning to your babysitter?” the cartoon girl Escort asked.
“Goodmorning!” Rebecca said in a cheery tune. What… How did I… That damn hypnosis. There’s no way I’d actually play along to something this childish, Rebecca thought. But here she was following along to the screen.
“It’s time to check your diaper, little one,” the cartoon babysitter said. “Did someone have a wet night? Or a dry one?”
Feeling an intense amount of shame build up at the thought of proclaiming that she had peed in her diaper while passed out, Rebecca struggled against her new found subconscious conditioning.
“We… W… Dry. I woke up dry,” Rebecca managed to get out, winning the battle against herself.
“I don’t know about that, little one. From here it looks like someone has soaked their pampers. I’ll give you one more chance to come clean. Little girls who lie to their babysitter and Mommy get punished. I’m sure you don’t want to repeat your last punishment? Do you?”
“No, miss. I woke up wet,” Rebecca said automatically. That small reminder of her recent spanking was enough to scare her straight for the time being. Wait, how does this video know that I was lying?
Rebecca wondered.
“That’s a good girl,” the cartoon said. A tingle of pleasure shot through Rebecca’s pussy. “Now it’s too soon to change you, little one. You have such a big diaper on. I’m positive it can hold a lot more before we have to change you. How about we go and get some breakfast. I’m sure someone is starving after a long night of sleeping.”
The scene transitioned to a stereotypical kitchen, modern in most aspects, and well kept.
“Here, let’s get you ready for your numnums,” the babysitter said. The girl reached towards the camera with her arms forward, as if she was trying to pick up Rebecca by the waist. Rebecca shivered as she suddenly felt pressure around her sides above her waist. Suddenly she was being picked up, her body moving against all logical explanations. She rose higher and higher until her feet dangled, now completely removed from the ground. Rebecca was able to swivel her head around, but there was no one else but herself in the nursery.
“Here we go, little one. Let’s get you tightly strapped into your highchair. Then you can have some breaky,” the babysitter said. Rebecca felt her bottom press against a solid surface. Her back was now being supported by something equally as hard. The sensation of being lifted by the waist faded, and Rebecca hung there in mid-air, supported by an invisible surface. Her attention returned towards the screen for answers. She could see the babysitter grabbing a couple of straps. She felt two straps being draped over her shoulders, and dangled down to just below where her breasts used to be. Then there were two that were horizontal to that point. These ones clicked each other and were tightened. Rebecca felt the straps bite into her flesh.
She squirmed, but it did her no good. She only succeeded in rubbing her skin a little raw against the rough fabric of the straps. The two shoulder straps were clicked into the anchor point, and tightened. Her torso was secured, no longer able to move. Rebecca had no choice but to watch the screen in complete horror as the babysitter continued. She felt a strap come up between her legs, and press tightly against her diapered mound. This strap followed the trend, and clicked into the anchor point, and was tightened, pushing the soggy padding firmly into her sex.
“There we go, all snug and secure. Now hold there as I get your numnums ready,” the babysitter said. She turned her back on Rebecca and went off to complete some tasks in the kitchen, in typical cartoon fashion. None of the actions she took made any realistic sense.
I hope I’m not going to have to eat any of that, Rebecca thought. Wait, can I even eat anything that she makes. I mean, she did get me up in this highchair, and it feels real, and the straps are biting into my skin. But then again, I am stuck in a room that never existed before, and things stopped making sense a long time ago. If I’m being fed, let’s at least hope that it tastes good.
“I hope you’re hungry, little one. I’ve prepared quite an assortment for you to enjoy today,” the babysitter said. “And since you’ve been good today, I won’ have to blend it all up together and force feed it to you.” The babysitter had a comically large sadistic smile on her face. “Now open up, little one, we have a lot to get through.”
The babysitter stepped aside, and behind her were several bowls and plates of prepared food, already pre cut and portioned for a toddler, or a charge bound to an imaginary highchair. She picked up one, and took a spoonful of what looked to be simplified scrambled eggs, and brought it towards Rebecca.
I guess I might as well play along, Rebecca thought. She opened her mouth and felt the cold metal surface of the spoon enter her mouth. she closed her Bayan escort mouth around it, and the spoon was pulled out, depositing warm, luxuriously tasting scrambled eggs in her mouth. Mmm, okay, maybe things won’t be so bad. Rebecca was more receptive after receiving the first tasting of food. It had been awhile since she had last eaten, and was hungrier than she had realized. She took spoonful after spoonful of food, and before she knew it, the stack of dishes on the screen had dwindled down to one last bowl.
“You’ve been such a good baby for me this morning, we just have one last bowl to get through. Open wide, little one,” the babysitter said. On the spoon was a lump of something purple and brownish. Rebecca, not wanting to upset her generous babysitter, opened her mouth to receive this last morsel. What is that? Rebecca wondered. It looks like some kind of fruit of vegetable, but I don’t recognize it. It was delicious all the same, and she swallowed it without reservation.
“That’s a good girl, taking your prunes like a champion,” the babysitter said.
Prunes?! She made me eat prunes? Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. That means that —
“Someone’s going to be making me quite a present later. Especially since I added a little something extra to push things along,” the babysitter said, her sadistic smile now back in full force. Rebecca shivered in her seat. That was the most resistance she could show for the time being.
“Now, let’s set you down for a bit so you can play while we let all that food in your tummy digest,” the babysitter said. Rebecca felt the imaginary straps unbuckle; her skin thankful for the relief. Then she felt the same pressure on her sides as she was lifted from her perch. She floated through the air, and the scene on the screen changed to a generic living room, complete with several different colourful plastic toys and imitations appliances.
“Here you go, little one, let’s put you into your playpen so I can go do some grown up things,” the babysitter said. Rebecca looked down, and on the floor beneath her, there was a huge playpen sized large enough to keep her penned in. It, like everything else, appeared from out of nowhere.
What the fuck is that? Rebecca wondered. How the fuck did that get here. I’m so done with all this magic bullshit. She was set down, this time on something tangible. She tentatively tried to move her limbs and was pleasantly surprised to find that they responded. She had complete control over her body for the first time since being hypnotized. That’s better.
Rebecca pushed herself up to her feet and found that the side of the playpen was just shorter than eye level, allowing her to see out of it, without issue. The paneling on the sides was a colourful opaque plastic-like fabric, that made it impossible to see out, unless she was standing.
“Be good, little one,” the babysitter said, as she stepped away off screen. Rebecca turned around, and her pink nursery was still there, at least on three walls of the room. Her playpen was loaded with lots of soft plushie toys, the kind that a toddler couldn’t possibly hurt themselves with when left unattended. Rebecca dropped down onto her bum. If I’m trapped in here, I might as well see what’s here, Rebecca thought.
A stray thought shot through Rebecca’s mind, burying all her adult thinking beneath it. There’s so many plushies!
She picked up each toy and began sorting them into two piles. The ones that she liked, and the ones that would remain as background characters, never to be touched again. The pile of the unwanted grew faster than the pile of desirables. Rebecca was particular like that, either it fit her lifestyle, or it was discarded. It became very clear that only the stuffies of bears or bunnies were kept, while all the other faux animals were relegated to the far side of the playpen.
With the sorting complete, the most adult task Rebecca could think of, she set to making up a narrative as to why all the animals were there. The first answer she came to was a tea party, to which she arranged all the chosen plushies around her in a circle, and began to serve them tea. She began to give the plushies names, and assign them personalities that fit them. She made jokes and laughed at the comments the animals made.
A few minutes later, the adult mind in Rebecca resurfaced. What in the actual fuck am I doing? She wondered. She dashed her arm across the gathered tea party guests and sent them flying into the walls of the playpen. There’s no way that I was actually enjoying that. Is there? Maybe it’s the hypnosis, or maybe it’s magic? I don’t know anymore. I’m too old to be playing with dolls. I need to rebel and assert myself or this will just continue without pause.
Rebecca grabbed the first thing that she could, a brown bear who was adequately named Mr. Brown Bear and tossed him over the side of the playpen towards the full-wall screen. The stuffed animal harmlessly bounced off the surface, hardly even making a sound. Mrs. Bun Buns was next, and the rest of her tea partying cohort followed soon after. By the time she made it to the undesired plushies, she threw them away with wild abandon, not even trying to make an impact on the hypnotic screen.
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