Escape Into Diapers Chapter Six (Finale) (Patreon)

“Elisa.”

     The voice was far off, barely cutting through the heavy shroud of her slumber. She herd herself grunt irritably, eager to get back to sleep.  

     But the voice persisted. “Elisa? Come on, lazy buns-- time to get up,” it said, this time giving her shoulder a gentle shake. Could they really be there already? Elisa felt like she hadn’t been asleep all that long... but through the fog of the drugs and the oddly sexual buzz she was still getting from the whole situation, it was hard for her to judge time-- or anything else for that matter.

     “Uuuhhh,” she groaned, squirming and stretching, still feeling the bonds of her car seat around her body. The diaper squished wetly under her bottom, and she realized, with a blush, that she’d thoroughly soaked herself while she was asleep.  

     She opened her eyes, gurgling at him irritably. Apparently, the drugs were still affecting her strongly, and her attempts at verbal communication ended with her mumbling and drooling down her chin. Parker cut off further attempts at communication with a pacifier. She murmured her discontent, but there was little time to dwell on it-- Parker reached into the back seat, unbuckled her and gathered her into his arms, holding the squirming Elisa against his hip, just like a real baby.

     Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she blinked rapidly and tried to acclimate her eyes to the light. The more she saw of her surroundings, the stranger she felt... there was an odd sense of deja vu descending over her. Slowly, it dawned on her that not only were they not in Canada, but Elisa was sure she recognized the street they were on. With mounting horror, she looked over her shoulder to confirm what she already suspected:

     They were headed up the walk towards her parents house.

     As they approached the front door, she began to fuss weakly in his arms, sensing the trap she’d been led into, wriggling and moaning urgently behind her soother. Inside, her adult identity was thrashing in a see of infantile thoughts and emotions as the implications began dawning on her. She was being turned over to her parents... almost certainly in anticipation of being sent away for further regression!

     Elisa wiggled and kicked feebly, protesting pathetically behind her pacifier, accomplishing little more than drooling down her chin onto the shoulder of Parker’s jacket. In response, he simply jostled her in his arms gently and patted her thickly padded backside like he was trying to sooth a fussy baby-- not subduing a fierce rebellion from a full grown woman.

     The doorbell was rung-- blushing, Elisa buried her face in his shoulder, trying desperately to block out the reality of her situation. She heard the door open... her bladder slackened, further soaking the already soggy pamper beneath her.

     “There’s our girl!” Elisa shivered, cringing when she heard her mother’s voice, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her face even harder into the material of Parker’s jacket. Inside, her heart was pounding in her rib cage, and she was preying that she was still asleep in the front seat... that this was all some terrible dream. In her mind, the deeply buried remains of her adult conscious screamed for her to wake up.

     She felt herself carried inside. Elisa was furious about Parker’s betrayal, but she still clung to him for dear life, wrapping her lags around his waist and her arms around his neck and squeezing tight, desperately clinging to what was left of her adult life. Inside, her emotions were raging-- the horror she felt at the knowledge that her freedom had been taken from her clashed violently with the profoundly sexual charge she got from knowing that her maturity and adulthood were about to be stolen away... just like a character from one of her captions.

     She held onto him with all her strength, but Parker was still easily able to disengage her, and it wasn’t long before she found herself deposited onto her soggy diaper bottom at the centre of a large playpen. She tried to rise to her feet and make a break for it, but was only barely able to hoist herself onto her hands and knees. Elisa crawled to the edge of the playpen, her soppy wet pamper squishing with every move, and peered out angrily from over the top rail of the playpen, scowling at the parents who were deliberately snatching away her adulthood... and the man who helped them do it. She felt the remnants of her adult mind drowning in a sea of immaturity... but she still had enough awareness left to listen to their conversation:

     “Again, thank you so much, Parker-- I don’t know what we would have done without our little lamb chop!” Her mother said, looking with pride at her grown daughter crouched in the playpen, her adult mind teetering on the edge of the void.

     “It was my pleasure, ma’am,” he said politely. “After all, Canada has a brat problem of it’s own... we certainly don’t need any more dumped on our doorstep!”

     They shared a hearty laugh at this. In the playpen, Elisa pouted and fumed impotently, more aware than ever of the thick pamper clinging to her backside and bulging out behind her, declaring her second infancy to the whole world.  

     “So how far along in her regression is the little darling?” her father asked clinically.

     “Oh... fairly far-- it helps when they’re so eager, Parker explained with a knowing smile. “I’d say she’s only going to need another couple of weeks of drugs and conditioning to give her a nice, mushy baby-brain. How far back are you guys planning to take her?”

     Elisa clutched the bars and listened with all her might, heart pounding in her chest as her mother pronounced her fate:

     “We’re going to be taking her all the way back to the beginning, I’m afraid,” Elisa’s mother said sadly. “For a girl as wicked as Elisa, I think it’s for the best... just look at all those awful stories she wrote on the internet... positively filthy!” she declared as Elisa blushed and squirmed in the playpen, horrified at the thought of her parents reading her stories.  

     Her conflicting thoughts and emotions settled into the pit of her stomach, which began to rumble and gurgle. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her belly and listened in on their conversation intently.

     “Will you be staying for the party, Parker?” Her father asked pleasantly. “All of Elisa’s friends are going to be there, along with some of her co-workers... I think a few of her students might even be stopping by.”

     “That sounds lovely, thank you,” Parker said, and in the playpen, Elisa was getting more frantic with each passing moment. Just a few hours ago she thought she’d be escaping to a new life... now, she was headed all the way back to the beginning, and it was too late to escape.

     It was then that she felt a sudden gurgling cramp in the pit of her stomach. A burbling sound emerged from her abdomen and she realized, with a rising panic, that her bowels were twitching to life inside her once more. She made a frantic attempt at clenching her anus, desperate to maintain control-- to show them that she wouldn’t for fit her adulthood without a fight! I’ll show them what they’re in for, she thought, flexing her buttocks and tightening her little pink asshole, eager to show them that their tactics weren’t working... that she was a strong woman in control of her own destiny... not a helpless infant at the mercy of her own bodily functions.

     For a little over a minute, she strained and clenched her little bum, and did an admirable job of keeping control... until a particularly sharp, hot cramp ripped at her tummy. Elisa heard herself release an embarrassing fart that both drew the attention of Parker and her parents and left her with an embarrassing wetness soaking into the seat of her pampers. She blushed when Parker and her parents began chuckling in her direction... but the worst was yet to come.

     Elisa grunted and strained frantically, hoping she could at least keep from humiliating herself further... but she’d reached the limits of her regressed continence. With a cry of mortified relief, she involuntarily unleashed a surge of thick brown mud into the seat of her diapers. Elise let out an anguished cry, and she wanted to run and hide her head in shame.

     But she was locked into her shameful squatting position, hanging onto the rails of her playpen for support, the diaper sagging, heavy and brown and smelly beneath her. She squeezed her eyes shut when she heard herself fart rudely again, emitting and anguished grunt when she felt her buttocks part to accommodate another mushy brown load erupting into the seat of her pampers. The diaper sagged and bulged beneath her, a dark brown stain emerging.

     When she finished, she toppled back on her rump, the thick, gooey mess in her pants squishing audibly against her dainty little derriere. “OOOooo!” she squeaked, her lips quivering when she felt the mess flatten between her rounded buns and the floor, smearing her buttocks and wedging up into the crack.

     “Oh dear,” her mother sighed, crinkling her nose as a familiar odour began to creep over the room. “I think it’s time someone had a diaper change.”

     Elisa sighed in relief-- though the prospect of a diaper change from mommy was pretty embarrassing at her age she was glad she wasn’t going to have to sit in a messy pamper for too long.

     “I wouldn’t rush if I were you, ma’am. You see, Elisa has taken to her incontinence training very well, and some of the pills she’s been taking increase the amount of urine and feces her body produces-- you might want to wait a while to make sure there’s not a second ‘movement’ on the way.”

     In the crib, Elisa could only gape at him, not believing what she was hearing. Had he actually just talked her mom out of giving her a change?! That asshole! She fumed, crossing her arms and pouting. Did he really mean what he’d said about incontinence training? Elisa sputtered with rage.

     She sat in her mess for a long time, oooing and aahhing softly to herself, wiggling her buttocks ever so slightly, hovering somewhere between bursting into tears and reaching down to masturbate shamelessly... but before she could sort it out, she was distracted by the doorbell ringing.

     “There’s our first guest!” Elisa’s mother gushed, quickly crossing over and opening the door. Elisa felt a wave of embarrassment when she saw Jennifer and her husband.

     “Hi Elisa,” he said after greeting the adults. He held Jennifer against his hip like a real baby, regarding her with a smile that seemed somehow smug. “I told you it was only going to be a matter of time before I saw you in the playpen, didn’t I?” He laughed, and all Elisa could do was scowl, cross her arms and pout, stewing in her poopy pants.  

     He plopped Jennifer down in the playpen beside her, and Elisa blushed and looked away when her friend crinkled her nose and smirked knowingly in her direction. The embarrassment boiled away inside her regressed mind, and the discomfort of the mushy diaper under her bottom made Elisa want to cry.

     She was surprised when Jennifer, seemingly sensing her discomfort, crawled across the playpen, her pampered tush crinkling away behind her, and wrapped her friend up in a comforting hug. Elisa gratefully accepted it, and was surprised to find her cares melting away.

     They played quietly with their dollies until their caregivers arrived and carried them into the den to watch Lil’ Scarjo. I guess it’s not so bad, Elisa thought with a yawn, stretching out on her tummy and sticking the nipple in her mouth, sucking lazily and playing with her hair, her messy diaper almost forgotten as she settled in to watch her new favourite show.