Escape Into Diapers Chpter Four (Patreon)

By the time Elisa had been diapered, the medication was flowing through her body, dulling her senses and making her limbs feel as though they weighed a thousand pounds. Her ‘self,’ the little spark of identity that defined who she was as an adult woman, had been folded up neatly and tucked away deep in some corner of her psyche. She was aware, distantly, that she wasn’t really a baby... that she was actually a fully grown, adult woman with an education and a job... but right now, that part of herself had been muted to a dull buzz in the back of her head. In it’s place was a virtual blank slate... a fully grown woman who was only faintly aware of the pressures of jobs, dating, and toilet-training.

     She sucked her thumb absently while Parker adjusted the diaper around her hips, making sure the leg and waist bands were neatly tucked inside before he began stripping her clothes off. Inside, something stiffened, and a distant part of her cried out that it was improper for a virtual stranger to see her that way.

     But the majority of her new personality was unfamiliar with concepts like shame, and although being seen topless by him sent tremors of girlish embarrassment through her body, the majority of her was unashamed, and gauged his reaction to her body curiously.

      A t-shirt was tugged over her head... had she still possessed all her faculties, Elisa probably would have been embarrassed about the ‘Daddy’s Little Stinker!’ label printed across the front in large, bold letters-- as it was, she didn’t notice anything about it beyond it’s appealing soft pink colour as it was pulled over her head and tugged down into place.

     “Upsie-daisy,” He said, easily lifting her from the floor and carrying her over towards the TV.

     Elisa wrapped her arms around him tightly, her heart pounding in her chest, emitting an excited, babyish squeal, relishing how helpless it made her feel, even as deep inside, the flickering embers of her mature self fumed with embarrassment at the infantile display. 

     “OK, sweetie,” he said gently, like he was talking to a real baby. He deposited her on her diapered rump on top of the soft baby blanket he’d spread out in front of the television. “You just relax while I finish getting everything ready for our trip.” He switched on the TV and changed the channel, leaving her to watch Lil’ ScarJo.

     Elisa leaned back on her hands, gazing into the screen with a semi-glazed expression. The words and images washed over her, and she could only follow what was happening on the most basic level possible. Parker appeared over her with a bottle of juice, and before she knew what was happening, Elisa found herself sucking it’s rubber nipple reflexively, her mouth filling with sweet liquid. Elisa stretched out on her tummy and slurped her bottle, unconsciously playing with her hair.

     Deep inside herself, the ‘real,’ mature, adult Elisa was screaming with humiliation... Her years of experience, her education, her intelligence, which she prized above all things-- and this is what it all amounted to: on her tummy in front of the TV like a toddler, drinking juice from a bottle, her butt swaddled in thick, crinkly pampers, barely even able to follow a show aimed at people with the mentalities of toddlers.  

     She slurped her juice, furrowed her brow and struggled to concentrate on the show. From what she could glean with her diminished intellect, Lil’ ScarJo was playing sick in an attempt to stay home from nursery school... but Daddy, ever wise and vigilant, suspected she was faking, and so poor ScarJo was subjected to a series of increasingly embarrassing ‘treatments’ both to determine the legitimacy of her illness and to attempt to cure her ‘sore tummy.’  

     First, she was laid across Daddy’s lap to have her diaper tugged down so her temperature could be taken in her tight, crinkled asshole. When her temp was revealed to be totally normal and ScarJo continued to insist she wasn’t feeling well, Daddy loaded her into her high chair and force fed her a container of yucky prunes with a caster oil chaser. A major BM in the seat of her adult diapers ensued, and after a change (that was most certainly not censored in any way,) ScarJo was turned over and her rectal temp was taken again. And even when Daddy withdrew the thermometer and pronounced her temperature normal a second time, she still insisted that she was sick, even when he threatened to spank her for fibbing. So ScarJo was taken to the Doctor (played by special guest star Matthew McConaughey), her temperature was taken in her bottom yet again, and when she still insisted she was sick, the Doctor administered an enema, and ScarJo was forced to mess herself in front of both her handsome Daddy and her sexy Doctor, after which she was given a spanking by Daddy on the seat of her saggy, poopy diaper for lying.

     Elisa had gotten so wrapped-up in the story, she barely even noticed she had reached down to rub herself through the front of her diaper. As she watched the beautiful, formerly glamorous actress kick and squeal her way through a poopy-diaper spanking, Elisa played with herself, the distant guilt and shame she felt simmering deep inside her only serving to fuel her arousal.

     The scene ended, Elisa sat impatiently through the commercials. When the show returned, ScarJo was sitting in her playpen, passively sucking her soother and playing with a dolly.

     “That’s it for this episode,” said someone behind the scenes, drawing Scarjo’s attention towards the camera, and it seemed like she was gazing directly at the audience with her big green eyes, an innocent expression on her face. “That means there’s just one last thing to do... right honey?”

     ScarJo tilted her head, clearly not comprehending... but the man pressed on. “That’s right... it’s time for all big baby girls to use their diapers! Ready? 5... 4... 3... 2...”

     The camera pulled in on ScarJo’s pleasant but stupid face, her eyes round and naive, listening in confusion as the man counted backwards. Watching, Elisa began feeling strange...there seemed to be an odd tone coming from the speakers, and the picture began flickering ever so slightly, the colours dancing across her face, and the cumulative effect seemed to be inducing a hypnotic state in her regressed mind. She was left locked in place, passively allowing herself to be lulled into a highly suggestive state, her mind going blank, slurping softly on her bottle.  

     “1!” the man on the screen cried, and the strange tone and flickering grew stronger, almost overwhelming. On the screen, ScarJo gasped, a shocked expression crossing her face as a loud, gassy farting sound emerged. A quick cut revealed that her diaper was bulging and growing lumpy and saggy behind her, accompanied by a series of farty squishing noises. The little squeaks and moans ScarJo made indicated that this was an unexpected, but not necessarily unpleasant development for her.

     Elisa was sympathetic-- as the man finished his countdown and the flashing and noises grew to a crescendo, she was a little surprised to find herself gently grunting softly, almost unconsciously putting pressure on her abdomen. Before her regressed mind could put it together and figure out what was happening, she heard herself noisily pass some gas of her own.  

     Her chin dropped open and her eyes went big and round. Before she knew what was happening, Elisa had reflexively stuck her thickly pampered butt up into the air and continued grunting softly to herself. Her buttocks parted, and suddenly, Elisa was pushing a big, gooey load out into her diaper.

     “Hhhuuhh...” she grunted gently to herself, letting out a noisy toot. The load in her pants quickly doubled, with no end in sight. Elisa simply stuck her padded bottom high into the air and pushed, the hot pile in her diaper growing larger with every moment. She wrinkled her brow and giggled, enjoying the sensation. Wiggling her rump in the air behind her, Elisa snuck a hand down between her legs and began softly rubbing herself through the front of her diaper.

     “Mmmm... nnuuuhhh...” she strained softly to herself, blasting out a muffled fart, the mass in her pants getting bigger, the lumps in the seat of her diaper growing larger, staining the seat brown. Meanwhile, Elisa watched onscreen as ScarJo evidently underwent the same experience, her eyes glazing, drool dribbling down her chin as she lifted her bottom off the floor of the playpen, her diaper growing larger and browner by the minute.

     “Ahhh!” Elisa sighed softly once she’d finished. She checked over her shoulder, giggling at the sight of the giant, bulging load in the seat of her pampers, the pile all hot and gooey against her buttocks.  

     She returned to her bottle and watched the end of the show, but her eyelids were beginning to droop... by the time the credits had finished, her cheek was on the floor and she was snoring lightly, only mildly aware of the earthy stink wafting out of her diaper.