Escape Into Diapers Chapter Five (Patreon)

The next morning, Elisa was awakened late by a familiar, masculine voice. She opened her eyes and saw Parker’s handsome face looming over top of her, filling her with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, to be awakened in the morning by a smiling, attractive man was always a pleasant experience. On the other hand, seeing him reminded her of her situation.

     She turned over, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over her when she felt her diaper squish wetly beneath her, it’s padding swollen to the bursting point with a night’s worth of pee. She made an effort to set up, succeeding only in squeezing out another drop of urine into her diaper. She gave an embarrassed whimper, looking up at him with her bottom lip quivering. She knew it was ridiculous, but her emotions were out of control, and just like a two year old with a wet diaper, she found herself beginning to sob piteously.

     “Shhh... It’s OK, sweetie,” he said, softly, trying to sooth her, pulling back the covers and hoisting her into his arms.

     But Elisa was too far gone, and although the tiny little corner of her mind that was still in “adult mode” cringed at her infantile behaviour, she couldn’t stop herself from descending into heaving babyish sobs, wriggling her butt in a vain attempt at finding a more comfortable position.

     She allowed herself to be taken into his arms, her crying only getting louder. She shifted and squirmed and wriggled in his arms, but was unable to alleviate the discomfort of the cold, clammy diaper clinging wetly to her bum. Part of her knew it was childish to behave this way, and she chided herself... surely a woman her age could endure a little discomfort without crying like a helpless little toddler.

     But it was almost as though the more she tried to control her feelings, the more they struggled out of her grasp, and by the time they reached the bathroom, she was sobbing and screaming and crying, almost certain that her mild discomfort was the worst thing anyone ever experienced... just like a spoiled little child.  

     Parker made halfhearted attempts at shushing her. Before she knew it, she was out of her Pjs and on the changing table (a standard feature in most motel and hotel rooms these days.) Nude but for her soggy, saggy pampers, her regressed side in full control, Elisa squirmed and cried on her back, weeping over her mild discomfort, the knowledge that she was acting like a baby pushing what was left of her adult persona deeper and deeper into the dark recesses of her mind.

     “There, there, honey,” he soothed, opening the front of her diaper with a pair of loud tearing noises that made her jump. He pealed down the front of her pampers, and Elisa felt another surge of conflicting excitement and embarrassment when her soppy wet pussy came into view.

     Thankfully, the change was mercifully swift and efficient, with Parker quickly cleaning her front and bottom with a cool, refreshing baby wipe. The soggy diaper was discarded and a clean one was slipped beneath her. He powdered her butt and pussy and patted it in firmly, sending uncontrollable quivers of arousal through her body... but before she had time to enjoy herself in any way, she was taped up into a fresh, clean pamper.

     Elisa watched from the table, lazily sucking her thumb as he disappeared into the next room for a moment, returning with a pastel coloured bundle of cloth. “I thought you might want to wear something... special... for our trip,” Parker said with a little smile. He allowed the bundle to fall open... she watched, her eyes glistening with that special combination of shame and excitement that made her pussy tingle.

     The dress was all pink and frills and bows, and Elisa could tell just by looking that there was no way it would come down low enough to cover her diapered bottom. Parker pulled her into a sitting position on the changing table, and the next thing she knew, he’d tugged it down over her head and was zipping it up at the back.

     He helped her feet, where she stood unsteadily. Between the drugs and the puffy diaper between her legs (so thick she couldn’t even touch her thighs together), she was unsteady on her feet, and Parker had to keep her from falling until she could lean up against the changing table. She realized, with an electric tingle, that walking would be out of the question-- if she wanted to get anywhere, she’d be forced to rely on crawling.

     “Chin up, honey,” he said. Elisa obeyed almost without thinking, and before she knew it, a big, frilly bonnet was being tied under her chin. She stared at herself in the mirror, dazed when she saw someone who looked like they’d stepped out of one of her own naughty photo-captions... But it’s me! she thought, dizzy at the realization.

     Robotically, Elisa lifted one foot, then the other when Parker commanded, allowing him to slip a pair of frilly ankle socks on her dainty feet.

     He picked her up with ease, holding her against her hip like a two year old and carrying her out of the bathroom and sat her on the bed. Elisa watched passively as a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes were being buckled onto her feet, and before she knew it, they were on the road again.

He buckled her into a huge car-seat in the back and popped a soother in her mouth, so Elisa spent the first half hour or so in a dreamy, infantile haze, slurping a bottle of juice (which she correctly suspected had been laced with regression and incontinence drugs) and gazing out the window at the sights going by. She found herself bouncing back and forth between a docile, idiotic baby-haze and something that almost resembled her old self (although trapped in a body that was only semi-responsive at best.)  

     She had no idea if it was the results of the drugs or not, but as she looked out the window, she realized how much the world had changed in just a few short years. It seemed like all over the streets, there were women in various states of regression. She spied a woman about her age being pushed in an adult sized stroller down the street, her massive diaper bulging out from under her yellow and white party dress. The stroller was piloted down the street by a couple that didn’t look old enough to be her parents... she guessed that the man was her husband, who had clearly submitted her for regression before moving on to another woman.

     They stopped at a red light... Elisa flushed when she realized they were next to a billboard advertising ‘adult baby medical supplies’: A beautiful blonde model, one who was probably posing in bikinis a couple of years ago, was stripped totally naked and posed on her stomach, cupping her chin with her hand and sucking a pink pacifier. She gazed out at the viewer with a bemused expression, and it was easy to see why--  protruding from between her soft, well rounded buttocks was a large thermometer... as big, Elisa realized, as a regular thermometer would be to a real baby.

     They continued, out of the city and onto the highway. In the back seat, Elisa drifted back and forth between an utterly babyish state of mind, lacking all adult awareness, and the overwhelming sensation of being a grown woman trapped in a body that was almost totally unresponsive, twitching and drooling against her will, the plastic between her legs rubbing up against her in a maddeningly delightful way. Every once in a while, she would glance out the window and see another Baby Woman like herself buckled into a large carseat in the back of the vehicle next to them, making her cheeks blush and her pussy moist.

     She rode along in a weird cloud of babyish eroticism. She felt so regressed and infantile and wonderfully helpless... yet at the same time so deliciously adult and aware, conscious of every sight and sensation. The sensory overload was too much for her, and she was soon yawning and nodding off, allowing herself a little smile at the knowledge that when she awoke, her infantile adventure would probably be at an end-- she would be safely across the boarder, and her brief flirtation with actual regression would be at an end.