Escape Into Diapers Chapter Three (Patreon)

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“This wasn’t what we talked about, Parker!” Elisa had gone straight to the motel after breakfast, eager to get started. But when Parker began outlining the details of his plan to smuggle her back to Canada, Elisa started to have second thoughts.

     “You want out of the country, don’t you?” he asked simply. “You don’t want to get caught do you? You do know that’s a mandatory regression sentence, right?”

     “Well, yeah... but what you’re suggesting is...” she trailed off, shuddering as she thought about it.

     “I’ve done this before,” he assured, “and I know what I’m doing. The fake IDs are ready, I’ve got the... props... and all the peripherals... what’s the problem?”

     “The problem is I don’t want to have to dress up like a giant baby, Parker! That’s the whole reason I’m leaving in the first place, remember?!”

    She thought back to just a few minutes before, how positive she was about her decision... only to watch it all melt away as Parker outlined his mad scheme for sneaking her across the border.

     “We’ll be posing as newlyweds,” he explained, handing her a fake driver’s license with her picture, plus the fake wedding certificate.  

     But the issues began as soon as Parker began laying out the next portion of his plan.

     “You’ve just returned from the re-education centre,” he said casually, explaining her ‘character,’ “and we’re visiting my hometown to celebrate your regression.”

     “What?!” she stammered. It all sounded realistic enough... many couples did take trips to ‘celebrate’ a baby-wife’s recent return from a re-education centre and her new status in life.

     But he wasn’t finished yet. “Here’s the final piece,” he said, holding out a handful of pills.

     Elisa felt faint at the sight of them... something she’d read about frequently over the past couple of years with equal parts horror and fascination. Her mouth dry, she licked her lips and gestured to them, asking in a trembling voice: “are those what I think they are?”

     “This one,” he said, pointing to the blue one, “begins the process of mental regression... this one,” he said, gesturing to the pink one “inhibits your bowel and bladder control.”

     She closed her eyes, shuddering. She’d always both wondered and dreaded what she would do if presented with such a choice. “Parker, what the hell...?”

     “It’s not a full dosage,” he promised, setting the pills on the table. “You’ve got to take those for weeks to get the full effect. I only have enough to keep you in character until we’re across the boarder.”

     “This is ridiculous! I don’t need that shit! It’s only a couple of hours... I-- I can just pretend...”

     “Oh really? You can just pretend the whole way there? What if we get delayed? What if we get pulled over? Or if we get pulled in for questioning at the border? Could you just sit there and play baby then? Trust me Elise-- this isn’t my first time. You’re not the only one taking a risk here, you know. We’ve got to be perfect!”

     Elisa said nothing... she stared at the pills on the table in a state of indecisive paralysis, contemplating her decision. Part of her wanted to get up and bolt out of the room right now, and it wasn’t just because she was afraid of the risk she was taking, or about what would happen if she took the pills... she was worried that once she’d been semi regressed to a mindless toddler, she might enjoy it so much she wouldn’t want to come back.

     She barely even noticed when Parker rose from the table and began retrieving items from one of the suitcases he brought and laying them out on the bed one at a time. “it’s up to you,” he said without turning. “If you’re ready, take the pills and come over here so we can get you dressed. Otherwise, you’d better leave right now... your hesitation is putting us in danger.”

     She knew he was right, and she was beginning to feel guilty now... not only was she being a coward, she was putting her friend in danger as well. Steeling herself, Elisa reached out, took the pills, and without another moment of hesitation, popped them into her mouth and swallowed them, along with a big drink of water to wash them down. She looked over to see that Parker was smiling at her. She tried to return it, but her tummy was full of butterflies and she couldn’t help wondering if she’d made a horrible mistake.

     “Come here,” Parker said, beckoning her over. Elisa flushed bright red when she saw the changing mat spread out on the floor next to the bed, a fresh white diaper laying open on top of it.

     She hesitated, squirming in place, looking for some way to put it off. Part of her had been waiting for it for so long... yet another part of her was terrified, knowing that she’d reached the point of no return. I may never wear panties-- or dress like an adult-- ever again, she thought, shuddering with suppressed fear and desire.

     “Parker, I don’t know about this,” she said, frowning about the whiny cadence in her voice. But Parker had heard enough foolishness.

     “Come on, young lady,” he said, reaching over to unbutton her pants and tug them down to a puddle around her ankles. “We’ve got to get you diapered up before you make a mess.”

     “But...”

     “Right now, young lady!” he scolded, reaching up to swat her tushy sharply before tugging her panties down, leaving her bottomless. With a gasp, Elisa reached down to cover herself, but Parker wasn’t looking. “We need to get this on you... before that medication goes to work and you start wetting and messing all over the place!”

Reluctantly, Elisa lowered her quivering bottom onto the diaper, blushing as she felt the soft, crinkly material beneath her cheeks. It was, of course, not the first time she’d worn a diaper as an adult... but to find herself being diapered by a guy she’d only spoken to online was an unnerving experience.

She sucked in a deep breath, shuddering when he squirted a dollop of lotion into his hands and started working it into her front. She was sure she could feel the drugs going to work inside her already-- her limbs were heavy, her head was light, and a strange tingling was spreading out from her stomach, into her limbs, down to her fingers and toes and up her spine and into her brain. Parker worked the lotion into her privates, gently, but with clinical professionalism.

     “We don’t want a diaper rash, do we?” he asked rhetorically. Elisa tried to respond, but gave up, blushing red when she realized she was mumbling her response around the thumb that had somehow found it’s way into her mouth.

He took her by the ankles and lifted her legs, exposing her tight, round butt to the room. He filled his hand with another palmful of lotion and began working it into her buns. Behind her thumb, Elisa gurgled urgently, wiggling helplessly in place as Parker kneaded and massaged the lotion into her neatly rounded buttocks. The drugs were coursing through her body, and she was feeling more tingly and detached with every passing minute. Her hands were almost locked into position a few inches away from her head, her arms feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds. Her doubts and regrets were fading-- everything was fading, her memories receding into a place deep inside of her, not fully vanishing, just packed away and put in a closet somewhere in the back of her head.

When he’d finished with her buttocks, Parker took another large dollop of lotion and Elisa squealed when she felt it slathered into her butt-crack, shivering and murmuring as he worked it in, paying close attention to the crinkle of her anus. Elisa wiggled and squirmed, and on some level she was ashamed and maybe even a little angry... but those adult feelings were rapidly fading like an old photograph. Her memories, her intelligence, her very identity-- as she lay there, sighing and squirming, she felt it all slipping away, leaving a warm, tingly contentment.

She slurped her thumb, more relaxed then she could remember being in her entire adult life. Parker swiftly powdered her backside, then lowered her legs to repeat the process on her front.

     The diaper was pulled up firmly between her legs and sealed shut tightly around her waist, completing her first step back into adult infancy...