Shipped Away Pt10

Part 10 - Back to School


Clara crawled along with the noisy surge of diapered half regressed women in school uniforms. She noticed with some discomfort that she partially felt like she really was going back to school, crawling frantically in her diaper to keep up, and cursed the slave centre once again for their effective regression techniques. The waddling 'senior' girls passed her by while she felt particularly stupid and juvenile down on the floor, crawling stupidly in her thick diaper filled with itching powder.

As the crowd slowed she found herself looking around for other crawlers, if only to gravitate towards, but could only see a sea of thighs, diapers, skirts. The whole thing felt just like a flock of noisy school children, and Clara found herself longing for a group, a clique, and new that it was a regressionary thought, and raged at herself. Yet she couldn't help it, right now she didn't want to be there alone amongst the 'senior' girls, and with the new indignation she found herself wanting to sob, wet her diaper, and orgasm, all at once.

They were waiting in a larger wooden foyer room now, and Clara looked around, seeing a larger variety of uniforms in navy, maroon, or black skirts and dresses, and she began wondering what they all meant.

There was a squeal in front of her, and a teenager or girl in her early twenties fell back and landed a diapered bottom right into Clara's face. She blushed and apologised, then chased off after whoever had pushed her. Clara watched the school skirt and diaper bobbing away, and found herself disturbed for how easily some of these girls had fallen into nasty schoolgirl roles. hey were like a gaggle of loud toddlers waddling to their next preschool class, and Clara wondered how long it would take to reduce her to one of them too. One senior, in a slightly more mature skirt and blouse uniform, even waited around looking disinterested while one of the changing slips bounced visibly on the rear of her diaper, seemingly barely put out by the fact that she was standing around in public with soiled pants. She scowled and lifted one leg, reaching around to scratch herself or readjust things a little, but then went back to waddling around on the spot.

Clara blushed at the sight and glanced down, staring at the polished wooden floor now. Yet standing there on all fours in a crowd was its own torture, as her vagina and rear burned with the itching powder which they had forced throughout her diaper as punishment for masturbating. She was half lost in the distracting agony when a voice called out to her.

"Clara?"

She turned and saw a tangle of red hair, and realised that Danni was crawling towards her. She felt some relief at finally having company, at least now she wouldn't have to feel so uniquely pathetic down there on the floor, below that sea of waddling diapers.

"Hey..." Clara said miserably, and Danni simply nodded and pulled in beside her, clad in a similar short dress uniform. They stared around in silence for awhile, unable to see much over the standing slaves.

"I can't believe we're going back to school..." whispered Clara.

Danni raised an eyebrow, "As opposed to the diapers and cribs and shit that we've been using for the last month?" she asked slightly bemused, but also scowling a little as she mentioned the very disturbing fact that they were wearing and used diapers.

"Oh. Right." blushed Clara, realising that she was probably the only one with prior expectations of this place, which hadn't included going to school, whereas for Danni it was all as equally confusing. She should have seen it coming, Clara realised, she had seen pictures after all... Masturbated to them, after all...

She glanced at Danni, sometimes quite worried that they might one day have the unfortunate ability to read her mind, hearing her thoughts about how this had all been her fantasies...

She had grown slightly wet, and it re-triggered the itching powder, and her line of thought was broken as she winced and tried to alternate lifting her legs behind her off of the ground in alternating order.

Danni thankfully didn't catch the display, and seemed to be on the lookout fo something more worrisome. Clara suddenly remembered Danni's inevitable night with Gem, having not seen her since encouraging her to go find a change at the playhouse the afternoon before.

She was about to ask her redhead slave companion about it, when doors swung open, and the crowd surged again. The two girls looked around in confusion and were overtaken by most of the girls, looking at various options of open doorways. A staff member - a nurse in black heels and a tight teacher's dress - appeared and scowled at them, directing them towards one of the open doors with a swat on each of their backsides and instructions to hurry up. The redhead and the fetishist-turned-slave-girl moaned and began into a crawl, Clara felt moist tears and snot forming yet again but forced herself to hold it in - she wasn't going into this room as a bawling baby.

They entered a large classroom, in which heavy wooden desks were lined up with the senior girls all sitting themselves down into them. Clara looked at them worryingly, thinking of having to sit still on such a surface with the itching powder in her diaper, but then a male teacher who was sitting on a desk in front of the blackboard boomed, "Crawlers, into the playpen!" and Clara and Danni bumped into each other as they crawled desperately for a colourful playpen on the opposite wall, situated in the open space between the student's desks and the teacher's.

Several other crawlers were there, still making their way in, and all had a silent nervousness about them which Clara was sure that she recognised from school, as students going into a frightening teacher's classroom and waiting for him to start and have the worst of it over with. Clara for her part only hoped that being in the playpen kept her largely out of any spotlight, needing terrible to thrash and rub at her diaper now. Not that she would make much progress on the surface of the puffed up slippery disposable plastic surface.

"Sasha" the teacher said then, nodding towards the playpen, and a senior girl sitting at the desk closest to the playpen heaved herself up, waddled over, and closed it on the crawlers. Clara blushed, feeling like like a one year old being put away by a two year old.

From the playpen she had a view up all of the skirts under the desks of the senior girls, and rows upon rows of diapers were evident. For many a subtle hand was creeping down and rubbing or scratching, and Clara wondered if a great deal of them might not also be getting off on this to some extent, unless they were just itchy. Who knows what months or years could do somebody in this place, she thought. They all otherwise sat like teenage schoolgirls, seemingly so easily regressed with just the presence of a teacher, classroom, desks, and a blackboard. Looking at some of the pigtailed forms, she wondered if they might not actually be children, but knew that it wasn't true - dressing petite women this way and treating them as such was able to easily accomplish that effect however, and Clara could already imagine many of them being dragged to restaurants by their slave owner parents, where they would be humiliated while being given kids meals, made to talk to the waiters and waitresses politely, and everything else, once they could no longer really believe that they were free willed adults.

Not all of the crawlers were there, she realised, the third from their crib group wasn't after all, nor some of the crawlers from her recent playgroup. The classes must be run split into sizeable rooms, she realised, and she wondered how she would know which room to go to in the future...

The teacher interrupted everybody's thoughts as he slammed a ruler down on his desk. "Now," he bellowed, "I gave each of you homework during the last lesson for coming up with an original nursery rhyme describing your favourite part of being a mommy's or daddy's little angel."

Most of the girls blushed and shifted, none seemed to meet his gaze, but then he slammed his ruler again and they all gripped their desks and stared straight up at him.

"We are now going to do recitals of our poems before the class," he explained, "starting in alphabetical order."

The girls groaned, and the teacher called "Abbie."

A sheepish Asian girl stood and waddled to the front of the room, turned and looked at the class. She blushed and looked down away from the crowd, then glanced at the teacher, realised that he was more scary than public speaking, and turned back to begin her recitation of her poem while hopping from foot to foot in her diaper.

"Ribbons in my hair," she began, stating the name of her poem.

"I love ribbons in my hair,
they flow here, there, and everywhere.
Some are pink, some are yellow.
Some are fun, some are...

Um... some are..."

She stuttered, suddenly looking panicked as she seemed to have forgotten the next bit of her simple rhyme.

She furrowed her brow and quickly began again. "Some are pink, some are yellow. Some are fun, some are..."

The teacher began tapping his foot, and she turned white. Glancing up, she cringed as she explained "Mister Nedrick sir... I can't remember the next bit of my poem..."

He crossed his arms and glared at her, then shook his head. "When I set homework, I expect it to be done. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir" she replied.

"Did your other teachers give you too much homework so that you had no time for my class?"

"No sir" she said, hopping from foot to foot.

"Did you have plenty of free time for such a simple task between then and now?"

"I-I did sir." she replied.

"Did you somehow forget that I had explicitly set homework to be done by this week?"

"No sir..." she whispered, now barely audible.

"Speak up!" he barked.

"No sir!" she shouted. "I didn't forget."

He shook his head at her. "Then why do you not remember your poem? Were you just too lazy to remember it?"

She trembled a little. "I... I guess I must have been sir..." she admitted bitterly.

He smacked his ruler on his desk, and everybody jumped, but she just looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. "Please sir, I've been naughty sir, I need your guidance. Please punish me sir."

Clara thought that she could hear Danni's jaw hit the floor, and she wasn't doing much better. The diapered girl had just begged for a punishment, and now silently placed her hands on the teacher's desk and bent herself over. The large man approached and lifted her skirt, picked up a large paddle from his desk, and then started reigning down smacks hard on her padded rear, and occasionally her thighs.

The girl let out muffled cries with some of the blows, but was otherwise still and obedient. She was becoming the perfect slave, Clara realised, and that was the end point of their time in this horrible regression centre, where they were forced to crawl in diapers which they soiled most completely. She tried to imagine herself ever being able to so sincerely beg for a punishment, but just couldn't see it, yet knew deep down that they all probably started off resistant yet ended up there. She glanced at Danni who was watching the spanking while stunned, and could already see how Danni would one day make an excellent slave girl, curling up in her adopted mommy's lap, suckling a bottle, waiting for her wet diaper to be checked, and then mewling happily as she was set down for a nap in a crib. Clara didn't know how many years it would take, but that was there future, she knew then.

Finally the spanking stopped, the girl stood on weak legs which were bright red near the top, and had tears running down her face. She threw herself into a hug with the teacher, and thanked him for teaching her, to which he leant down and kissed her on the forehead, and sent her back to sit at her desk.

Clara was rubbing her diaper against the floor now, masturbating even despite the itching powder, and knew that she wanted all of that for herself too. She wanted to be spanked over the teacher's desk, humiliated and hugged and kissed, and sent back to her own school desk in a room of diapered girls. Even now, here in this nightmarish centre, her fantasies were too strong to ignore, and she had to stifle a small moan which emanated deep inside her, hoping that the other crawlers only took it as a moan about the nightmarish scene in front of them, rather than Clara being brought to near orgasm wishing that it would happen to her. She knew that when it arrived, she wouldn't want it at all, yet while it was still beyond reach for her, it seemed so deliciously tantalising.

From the front of the room, the teacher boomed. "Being able to invent a cute poem for your future parents is an important part of being a perfect little angel," he explained. "Each of you will emerge from this place able to do so with a genuine smile and a curtsy, before your mommy or daddy's guests if need be, do you all understand?"

"Yes Sir." they all answered obediently, while pigtailed heads nodded around the room. Even one of the crawlers had responded, darting to cover her hands with her mouth when she realised that her group wasn't being spoken to, but being so taken in by the teacher's frightening demand for an answer.

Danni crawled to the back, and Clara looked over to see the redhead sitting on the bulk of the diaper between her legs, forward on her hands and looking desperately miserable. She crawled over to join her, and Danni simply whispered "That's going to be us, isn't it?" to which Clara nodded her head in silence, then watched as the next girl rose to read her poem.

--

Eventually the whole senior class had gone up to the front of the room and humiliated themselves. Two more earned spankings from the man, but most recited cute little poems on what they loved about their second baby life. There were odes to rattles and dollies, morning highchair feedings and loving bathtimes, talks of how they had been freed from their past false life, which the teacher nodded most vigorously for. Those confused girls - who had perhaps been originally faking it and then accidentally started to believe it - would make excellent slaves, fearing the mythical adulthood and being unsure about even calling for help in public, not knowing whether they wanted truly to return there. A girl got up and waddled by with one of the changing slips on the back of her diaper, and read her poem all the same, not distracted by what must have been an early morning poop.

Watching the show, Danni had whispered to Clara, "We have to get out of here." Clara only nodded.

Clara was distracted with a toy block which she had found, which she was now subtely grinding against trying to solve her itching powder situation, thankfully which was somehow better now - or which Clara had perhaps just gotten used to.

The teacher had eventually reached G in his alphabetical list, and suddenly called out "Gemma."

Clara and Danni came to instant attention, glad to be hiding down in the crawler pen at the front side of the classroom.

The blonde waddled down the aisles smiling, pigtails swinging as she went. Reaching the front of the room, she looked up with trained wide eyed innocence at her teacher, and stated "I have two poems! I had one prepared, which I think is really good, but just thought of another one then."

The teacher nodded, and Gem beamed, then moved to recite her poem to the entire room.

"My little sister Danni" she beamed.

Danni whispered "Oh fuck me... She wouldn't..."

Gem didn't hear, nor even looked over, and continued with her poem.

"My little sister Danni,
is such a little treat.
We played all last night,
building quite a heat.

I let her play,
a few silly little games,
And even showed her some new ones,
which left her amazed.

All in all,
I think I made my mark.
She's my little sister,
with a special place in my heart."

Gem grinned and a few of the senior girls smirked, while Danni hid at the back of the playpen and was glowing bright red.

The teacher looked at Gem curiously. "Does that mean that you two were up all night playing, instead of sleeping sweetly as you're supposed to do at light' out?"

"Oh no sir" Gemma smiled. "It was me... me... metamaphoremorical sir" she said, showing her excellent toddler abilities. "We played early on, but I slept really well once lights were out."

The teacher nodded and Gem then went back to her original peom, having made her point regarding having claimed ownership of Danni through the raw act of sexual conquest.

"Mister Nedricks' Class" began Gem, with a huge angelic grin.

"I love Mister Nedricks' class,
whether it is held inside or out on the grass.
He teaches us manners,
and all the right grammars,
And with it he shall help us all pass."

She smiled and looked at Mr Nedricks, who nodded but wasn't too impressed, and sent the blonde bully and suckup bouncing gleefully back to her desk.

Clara shuddered and sunk further into the back of the playpen, deciding that she had seen enough.

--

Following Mr Nedricks' class, the girls switched rooms with another set, and had a session with Miss Cagstein. She marched around the room with a cane, while the girls stood in an open classroom this time, staring ahead at the wall.

"Yes Mommy." they all said in unison, practising the brainwashing line.

"Yes Daddy."

"Whatever you say, Mommy and Daddy."

"I love my mommy or daddy, so very very much!"

"I was very naughty mommy!"

"Yes daddy, I need a spanking for my own good."

"I love you daddy!"

"Yes daddy, up my bottom is ok."

"I want it there daddy."

"Mommy, please, let the nurse put it up there."

"Please mommy, I love you so much, I can't bear to be without you!"

"Mommy? Boob drink?"

The indoctrination went on the full hour, girls occasionally screaming as they received a caning for messing it up in some way. Clara realised that she would have to learn how to do this just from watching the senior toddlers before she was finally one of them, or would be in for a lot of punishments from Miss Cagtein herself. Glancing at the earlier crawlers, she saw that some of them were staring and whispering along with the standing girls, trying to learn the lines. Clara glanced nervously at the militia men who stood imposingly against the opposite wall, watching the slave women, and shuddered. She focused on the girls repeating their brainwashing lines, and began whispering each one in repetition a moment after the group.

"Yes Mommy..." she found herself saying. "Please Nanny, I've been very naughty, I need a spanking."

The chants grew into situational relevant lines, and Clara realised that that they were practising with what to say to strangers should they be separated from their slave owner.

"Sir.. Ma'am.. I've lost my Mommy or Daddy, and am not old enough to wander on my own."

"I'm just a little girl"

"I'm tall for my age."

"Please sir, ma'am, I was just being dramatic, ignore what I said before, I tell stories like that all the time."

"No ma'am I was just throwing a tantrum, really, I'm sorry. Please help me find my Mommy and Daddy, I don't know what came over me. That trapped in diapers thing is just one of my silly stories."

"Yes ma'am, I am quite a handful"

"No sir, I was just being naughty with my imagination, please talk to my daddy about it first, he will explain."

"Mommy! Daddy! I missed you!"


It seemed like a lifetime later when the chants finally ended. When it was over, Clara feared that she would still be able to hear the words echoing in her head at every moment from then on. She could already picture herself, lying in her crib at night, whispering the lines in practice until she was as good as them.

Danni whispered to Clara, "There's no way that this would work on me..."

"Try saying it over and over for months or years" replied Clara, sulking. "Combined with everything else here..."

Danni looked concerned, then defeated, then nodded.

Clara had no doubt that this centre knew exactly how to reprogram its slave women this way, and that every single crawler had thought that she wouldn't be affected by it, that she could fake it without ever actually making it. But Clara knew better, and already began to picture what it would be like when she was truly broken, and would come bounding up to the cruel mommy who her captors had promised, right back at the beginning.

Some of the girls were tested on individual chants now - one empathetically begged a fictional stranger not to take her story about being an adult woman in diapers seriously, that it was all dramatic, and even started crying as she begged the invisible civilian not to believe any of it and to just take her back to her mommy and daddy, suddenly fearing their wrath would be even worse if she didn't at least try to undo her mistake.


Finally the stern woman's class was over and the whole group was reunited in a large dancing hall for ballet. The crawlers were put in leotards and tutus all the same, but looked like ridiculous babies as the pink and white leotards stretched over their giant diapers, while they were unable to stand and could simply crawl in their special group getting pre-ballet training. Clara made a few leg kicks, winced against the itching powder, and felt herself running wet from arousal during the whole thing. The standing girls waddled around in their tutus looking cute, performing a variety of pretty dance manoeuvres that so many buyers would like to see their new daughters making.

Some of the girls seemed to even be having genuine fun, as they showed off dance moves to each other and seemed to have lost their ability to see their own indignant new selves at times any more. Clara remembered Sarah Jane Emily's words, about how all of them were picked for being suitable for this, and suspected that there was some truth to that. She spotted Sarah Jane, in a black tutu with white leggings, logging like a goth china doll as ever, and doing high kicks for a teacher while her face wore a complete deadpan expression.


Finally they were released, emerging out into sunshine in high-walled play yard for a recess. Clara could only hope that there wouldn't be more school after this, it was making it extra difficult to rub away at her diaper which was all that she wanted to do any more, though for entirely different reasons to the erotic afternoon before.

Back in her school dress, she entered the yard late, and crawled around on the grass until she found Danni. The girls had filled a variety of sandpits, shady tree spots, and seats along the side of the building where drink taps were available.

"Clara" Danni asked carefully, "Do you think that I could pass for a little girl? In public I mean?"

Clara looked away, already knowing the answer. "Not in that comically thick diaper no, but, like, in a dress and overalls, with pigtails or something, yeah, probably. Not everybody here will be in public though" she said hopefully, realising after that it wasn't really any help.

Danni sat silently. "And I'd have to play along to some mommy or daddy? I wouldn't even be able to help it."

"Pretty much, I think" Clara answered gloomily. "They'll know when we're truly broken, they've done this before, and then we'll go squealing to some mommy or daddy and load our diapers and blush, but I think that deep down we'll still know exactly what's wrong, but will by then just be unable to stop ourselves any more.

"Just surrendered..." thought Danni out loud.

"Yeah... It's already so hard to imagine trying to go back to my adult life after this... Explaining this... It almost seems easier to just play along from here on out now. At least nobody outside of this will ever know about my humiliation then..."

Danni nodded, knowing that it was foolish defeatist logic, but knowing that it spoke to her.

"By the way..." began Clara nervously, wondering how best to broach the question, "How was, um, Gem, in a crib last night?"

Danni turned beat red and instantly looked away. "Let's talk about something else" she said quickly.

Clara nodded slowly, not feeling any more enthusiastic about he night ahead now. She sighed and shifted in her itchy diaper, began scratching at it having long since given up trying to hide it now, and decided that she wanted to whine about it more than keep it secret at this point. "Fuck..." she whispered, "They put itching powder in my diaper, and it's been driving me mad all day..."

Danni looked down at Clara's puffy humiliation pants, mortified. "Why'd they put itching powder in your diaper?" she asked, gaping.

"I, uh..." Clara stumbled, realising that eventually Danni would now find out that itching powder was used on girls who masturbated, and then would realise that Clara was masturbating in her enema filled diaper on her first day, and then... well, Clara just hoped that Danni wouldn't put two and two together beyond that, and only presume that Clara was just an overly horny individual, rather than being a huge secret fetishist for all of this, and possibly having written some of the horrific scenarios which they themselves were encountering.

"I um got in trouble" she simplified, leaving it at that.

"Shit, there she is" Danni said, suddenly distracted.

Clara glanced up in confusion, and then spotted Gem and three other girls waddling about.

"Let's face the other way." she suggested.

"We'll stick out in these uniforms" Danni reminded Clara, "We should go join some of the other crawlers in a sandpit, at least then we can't be cornered alone like jail toys for those girls."

Clara nodded, and they both began quickly crawling for the sandpit. She looked around, and finally saw Sarah Jane talking to some other senior girls, sitting in the shade on a small ledge of the large outer wall around their play area. She wanted to go there for help, but suddenly felt too babyish, being a crawler and all, and felt that Sarah Jane was her big sister but even that didn't let her cross school social bounds.

'Oh, poor little fetish girl' she mocked herself, 'Trapped in her sexual fantasy and oh so horrified.'

They reached the pit and were exhausted, and Clara wondered how long it would be until they stopped being crawlers. There were other crawlers here, and yet only Clara's group was considered new, so she realised with some disappointment that it would be weeks, if not months, before she walked - or waddled - again.

Perhaps if she put on an angel act, she thought, she might be able to speed things up. The thought struck her then, that such thinking was likely exactly what had caused some of the other girls to fall into their baby states - thinking that they could fake being regressed angels, but then it backfiring as it became natural for them. But to not be a crawler, she thought, might be worth meeting that inevitable regressed state anyway...

They found protection from Gem in the sandpit, but then suddenly seemed out of place there. Clara and Danni took positions and joined in the construction of the waterway which the girls were building to entertain themselves, seemingly long since having gotten over the shocking realisation that this was incredibly childish.

"The river is going to go from there to here" explained one girl, pointing.

"Oh," Clara replied nodding, and began digging her section. She found it harder to grind her diaper for relief on the sand, but couldn't bring herself to just awkwardly get back up and leave the sandpit now.

Soon one of the girls picked up the bucket of water which sat at the end of the pit, and poured it into the beginning of their combined river. They all watched in fascination as their work was put to the test, and the water ran through the snaking path which they had dug, passing between the small sand-pile "buildings" which lined the banks.

Clara stared, and felt relief when her section working out ok. She realised that she was happy for having done well in a preschool sandpit, and wanted to kick herself, but was too tired to care for long. Instead she simply watched the water continue to see how the other girls' sections did, and joined in a bit of communal sense of triumph when the whole river worked from end to end.

They were interrupted by a teacher's call. "Lunchtime girls!" came a woman's voice, and they all looked up, staring hungrily at small tables covered with triangle sandwiches which had their crusts cut off. Together they started crawling towards the preschool lunch, and Clara wondered what she had become.


To be continued...


The confusing lives of diapered adult school girls...

Shipped Away Pt8-9

Part 8 - Clara's First Sister


A nanny was looming at the doorway of the playhouse, where she was crouching and clearly furious at having caught Clara masturbating.

Clara for her part lay on her back, mouth agape, as she looked behind her in shock. She remained frozen as she was when caught, her hands stupidly parked square in the middle of her diaper, where she had been furiously rubbing herself to orgasm.

"Out. Now." the woman boomed, taking Clara by the ear, and dragging her out as she scrambled to get on all fours and follow the painful grip out into the playroom.

"I wasn't - " Clara began in protest, as she stumbled and tripped her way over the plastic doorway.

"You weren't what?" the nanny boomed, and Clara realised that she had just admitted her guilt before even being accused. "Damnit" she thought to herself, scrambling as the woman dragged her fully out.

The nanny let go of Clara's ear, much to the girl's relief, but then the woman turned, and instantly began delivering fast hard swats to Clara's bottom.

"Don't think that I don't know what you were doing young lady" she bellowed, "You were caught playing with yourself, that is very naughty!"

She delivered a harder smack and repeated "Naughty!"

Clara moaned and closed her eyes, knowing that denial would be pointless at this point. Worse, despite her fear, she was still horny as hell right there, and found herself wanting to masturbate as the woman spanked her, despite simultaneously being humiliated and outraged. She mewled quietly as the swats continued, wondering how anybody could get turned on by such a hellish treatment.

The nanny delivered one final swat and then stopped, standing and catching her breath after the hard punishment. "Admit what you were caught doing girl" she growled, "And then apologise for lying. Your punishment may not be as terrible as it could be if you manage that right, but believe me when I say that even then you are going to be one sorry little girl who will second guess being naughty ever again."

Clara felt sick, and gaped while looking at the ground in desperation, wondering if the nanny meant the sensory deprivation cribs, or worse. Suddenly she grew fearful that they might completely prevent her from masturbating somehow, and became desperate to appease this woman who had complete power over her right then.

"I-I was playing with myself miss!" she admitted loudly. "I was playing with myself, and then... then lied. I lied and it was very naughty miss."


Clara glanced up and saw the nanny standing over her crossly, with her arms folded. She huffed and nodded at Clara's response. "And do you think that such behaviour is at all acceptable?" she asked coldly.

Clara shook her head quickly in an almost comical fashion, sending a few tears flying from her moistening eyes. "No miss!" she answered, feeling stupidly like a child talking to a school teacher. "No it was very naughty miss... Please... please punish me miss!"

She wasn't sure if that would work, but it seemed the right thing to say in her desperate moment.

The nanny snorted, "that's a start" she said approvingly. She checked the slip on the back of Clara's diaper, and grew cross. "I see that you're -already- being punished for being naughy earlier today. Tsk, you are a naughty one, aren't you little girl?"

"Yes miss." Clara agreed, nodding her head. She was exhausted after the day of trouble, trouble which she had gotten herself into, and would do anything to appease the woman right then.

The nurse was one of the older staff members - whereas the leggy blonde who's skirt Clara had been caught looking up earlier was perhaps in her 20s - this woman was seemingly in her 40s, and the age difference made Clara feel even younger, and stupider, before her, having been caught masturbating.

The nanny for her part looked at the messy girl, clearly exhausted on her hands and knees, and shook her head at the disobedient naughty thing. Taking a harness and reign from her belt, she clasped it around Clara's shoulders, and then began pulling her along into the playroom.

"Come." she commanded, "nearly all the other girls are in bed. I was collecting naughty stragglers, but you can't have known."


The woman had some mercy in her, Clara felt. "Thank you miss..." she said in a near whisper, as she began crawling.


"Since you're already being punished, your punishment for that disgusting act will be delayed, and you can spent tonight thinking about what a naughty child you are."

"Yes... miss..." Clara agreed, in a trance of exhaustion.

As they went, she realised that Danni must have already been taken to bed when she went in search of a change before. Clara herself was an exhausted mess with hair on her face and new snot caking dry above her top lip.

They finally reached an open double doorway at the tall end of the nursery, and Clara was ready to collapse. The crawl in her enema-laden diaper had taken her last bit of energy out of her, and she just wanted to sleep and hide from the world at that point, even if it meant in a crib again, she'd welcome it right now.

Another nurse took Clara's reign-leash at the door. She had been cleaning up a changing table beside the open door on the nursery side. Clara looked up to see a large diaper pail filled to the brim with taped up disposable diapers, and realised that most of the girls had been changed before bed here. She took one look, and wanted to gag. Dozens of otherwise adult women had soaked and soiled those diapers, and now she was one of them.

The nanny who had brought her over gestured to her pathetic form on the floor. "This little one has gotten herself into a whole lot of trouble, on her first day too," she explained, "No changes until tomorrow morning."

The second younger nanny nodded, "She's the last" she stated, "that's all of them."


She tugged the reigns and lead Clara through the double doors, and looked down at the exhausted girl. "Do you have a big sister yet, little one? Or am I going to have to put you with one of the unpaired girls?

Clara took a moment to find her words after her exhausting crawl. "Sarah Jane Emily" she said in a pant, "I'm sleeping with Sarah Jane Emily tonight."

The woman nodded and turned, and led Clara into a room which she was just too tired to much look at. It was a curved lobby of sorts, with halls leading off in a semi circle of directions - where all the babies slept, Clara guessed.

They stopped at a small sink basin against the wall. Clara, in her tired state, remained obedient while the nanny ushered the girl onto her diapered derrière, after which she brushed Clara's teeth, cooing and coaxing the entire time, and at least being quite gentle about it with the poor worn out slave girl. She knew that if she were disobedient, this nanny would absolutely have Clara over a knee and being spanked within an instant, but for now she let herself bask in the kindness she was receiving when obedient.

When her teeth were brushed, Clara was lead down one of the halls, passing several closed doorways along the way. Each had various crayon drawings and finger paintings stuck to them, and Clara realised that she was looking at the art of the various baby women who were right now sleeping and diapered in those rooms. She sighed, feeling how effective the program was at breaking and regressing them. In the long hall, her rustling diaper was now annoyingly loud, and it crinkled and shifted while she followed the nanny's tapping heels and ankles.

They approached a door which stood open, and turned into the room, thankfully shifting from tiles back onto carpet again. The room was a soft yellow, and had a large breezy feeling about it. It wasn't so bad, Clara thought. A large high window sat against slowly drifting drapes, and in the centre a white crib loomed - tall and thin - in which Sarah Jane Emily sat, a yellow nightie visible with her lower half under the covers, while she stared off into space and bounced a rattle gently on her lap.

Sarah Jane glanced over as the rustling new girl crawled into the room, looking exhausted and a mess. She noticed with a grimace that Clara still had her changing slip on her butt, and realised that she was going to be sleeping in that messy diaper. Sarah herself had a glowing bottom from a major spanking only a few hours before, but sleeping next to the enema filled diaper was something else.

The nurse lead the exhausted girl to the middle of the room, unclasped the child's harness, and then yanked her simple babydoll dress over her head. Clara was too worn out to care much about her now semi-naked state, and made a token effort of covering her breasts while shivering - worn out by the overwhelming day more so than any particular cold.

The nanny dumped Clara's top down a linen chute, and returned with a small white t-shirt which she had taken from one of the many drawers. She pulled the top over the now-obedient Clara's head, which seemed to only really serve as a night bra to protect her breasts - otherwise being so tight that it was essentially see through and pointless.

Watching from the crib, Sarah Jane decided to speak up, against her better judgement. "Um, miss..." she began nervously, "Since Clara is on her first day, and um, probably needs a good night's rest - and is probably really sorry by now - is she perhaps deserving of an early change..?"

The nanny smiled, and looked at Sarah Jane, "Honey, I know that you're an angel, but second guess an adult's decision again and you will join Clara in spending the night in an enema filled diaper."

Sarah Jane froze stiff.

"In fact," pondered the nanny, "Maybe we should, we wouldn't want your sister to feel out of place on her first night now would we? And I heard that you were quite the naughty girl this afternoon, getting into a fight with Gemma and almost losing your angel status."

Sarah Jane rubbed her bottom at the memory, and went silent, glancing back down at the rattle in her lap. "No miss, I'm sorry miss, Clara deserves to be punished and needs to learn her lesson. We all need the grown ups' guidance and decisions miss, I won't forget again."

The nanny smiled, and returned her attentions to Clara, who sat in her own little daze, drooling slightly, no longer caring about anything at this point. The nanny helped her up into the waiting crib, and then helped her crawl over Sarah Jane Emily's legs, after which Clara collapsed onto her stomach in the other side of the crib, completely exhausted, and laying on top of the blankets.

The nurse raised the edge of their prison bed then, sealed a small lock near the top, and walked out without a word.

After a moment of silence, Clara turned on the spot, adjusting onto her back. "Th-Thanks... For trying..." she said sadly.

Sarah Jane nodded. "Almost backfired..." she sighed, "I got an incredible spanking from the teacher after I saw you before, and, I definitely don't need any more today..."

Clara whimpered, her diaper growing clammy after the enema, sweat, and orgasms, and used her last remaining energy to crawl under the blankets. The warmth would probably build up down there, she thought, and would probably keep it a sloppy nightmare. Still, in the morning she would get a change, she thought to herself, not so long now.

The crib was thin, and made it a squeeze for the two of them. Under the blanket she realised that she was crammed against Sarah Jane's thighs, and tried to scoot away a little but found that there was simply no more room.

At least in your crawler diaper there's almost no smell" noted Sarah Jane as if such things counted as positives in this place.

Clara began to fall asleep and was interrupted as Sarah shook her shoulder, and pointed towards the still open-door. "Wait..." she said.

They waited in silence until another nanny entered the room, carrying two oversized baby bottles, each filled with water.

Clara realised that she hadn't eaten or drank anything since before the inspection, and took the bottle in a suddenly thirsty state. She suckled and soon found the nurse cooing to her, stroking her cheek and forehead, and could only look at the woman with desperate adorable eyes.

Finally the two girls suckled their bottles dry, long squelching noises coming as air rushed into the bottles with the final drops. The woman stroked both of their faces and smiled at them, calling them "two little angels" and left again, closing the door behind her.

Finally Sarah Jane sighed, and lowered herself to also join Clara under the covers, with the two girls now only visible from their chins up.

"It's better to sleep on our sides" explained Sarah, "it takes up less room, and... I dunno... you can sort of at least be off in your own little world then..."

Clara thought about it and nodded, with some difficulty turning onto her side. It was hard in her diaper, but she finally managed, and found herself back to back with Sarah, their padded butts inevitably having to press against each other, but finally feeling like she off in her own private little world as she stared at a wall. After a time, she realised that she almost felt alone, and decided that Sarah Jane had been right right.

"Night Clara..." muttered Sarah.

"Night..." answered Clara, staring at the wall in silence. This was better, she thought, then the month spent stuck in a crib and gagged - three girls mewling and never being able to get comfortable - now she almost felt like she had a home in this room. It didn't take long, and her eyes became heavily, and suddenly she was drifting off into a deep exhausted sleep.


She awoke sometime in the the night, it could have been early morning for all she could tell, it was now very dark. She realised that she had basically passed out before, so exhausted from the day, but now had a part of her mind back.

Behind her, Sarah Jane was sleeping quietly, the faint rhythm of her breathing evident to Clara.

Clara's diaper was very warm, she noted, but so long as she didn't move she wasn't reminded too much of just how disgusting it was. She had woken due to a need to pee, she realised. She sighed and didn't even resist, she'd been in diapers for a month, and she barely had to strain to get going, and was soon flooding her diaper.

Four weeks in diapers had reduced her to such a pathetic state, she thought, as her diaper slowly expanded while it drank the seemingly endless torrent of urine. She knew that not even holding back was weakening her - that it had been what had caused her to wet herself so easily when confronted with by Gem - but found it hard to care about potty training now, she could no longer pretend that she believed that she would ever be out of diapers.

Thinking of wetting herself involuntarily, and then thinking of Gem, she squirmed, and then sighed. Gem was to be her other sister, and even now Danni was in a crib with her, somewhere, probably having her sanity fucked out by the strong blonde. She decided that for now she had to steal whatever moment of peace she could with Sarah Jane, and returned to staring at the wall, trying to imagine a fictional grown up life, of all things.

In her fantasy she wore adult underwear and clothes, talked to other adults as equals, and went where she felt like when she wanted. She watched tv late into the night, had showers and used the toilet like a big person, masturbated as she felt like and then got to walk away from any thoughts of diapers.

Instead she was still in a diaper in a crib even after masturbating, she didn't get to just put it behind her, it was her life now. Her fantasy of her adult life drifted into a dream, and suddenly was taken over by a nightmare, as her adult self suddenly wet herself standing on a train. Clara awoke from her daze with a start, and groaned, realising that her toddler life was creeping even into the memory of adult life.

She pouted, and managed to return to sleep after a time. As she drifted away, she noted with some wry amusement that it had used to be her adult self that fantasized about being in a crib in diapers before falling asleep, once upon a time, yet now it was quite the other way around.


Part 9 - Regarding Young Ladies Who Are Caught Playing With Themselves


Morning came, and Clara awoke to find Sarah Jane sitting in bed, reading a simple children's book on "manners", which she must have read a thousand times.

Clara groaned and sat up herself, willing herself to simply wait for her diaper change, which mustn't be so far off now, she figured.

She looked around for something to do, realising that she was bored, and then glanced at the book in Sarah Jane's hands.

Sarah Jane sensed her glance, and passed it to her. "Here. I know every word, but... It's something to do which is better then nothing, somehow... You know?"

Clara nodded, tried to read the book, and then found it impossibly demeaning. It was written for real children, with simple shape characters with arms and legs and faces, learning "manners" in a variety of situations. The banality of it gnawed at Clara's pride, and she handed it back to Sarah Jane after a moment.

"Maybe another time.." she said, suddenly re-motivated to  find a way out of this. She wouldn't become like like Sarah Jane, she thought, who for her part took the book and was re-reading it again, as if she were the target age group. They were really regressing in various ways, Clara realised, out of sheer overexposure to a baby life.

She almost smiled - almost - when two nannies entered the room and lowered the side of the crib. She was finally going to get changed, she thought with relief and anticipation.

Sarah Jane climbed out first, and Clara saw that the back of the girl's diaper was soaked with a strong yellow colour which ran from beneath her legs and then up her rear. There was something embarrassing about seeing that elegant girl also be a diaper-using adult baby just like the rest of them, and it caused Clara to blush.

Both girls were stripped down to only their diapers in silence. Clara was put in another child harness, realising then that they were both going out topless, which made her a little nervous. After a moment she found herself dumbly staring at Sarah Jane Emily's breasts, seemingly out of a stupid compulsion to see what was normally hidden, and blushed as she quickly looked away.

Sarah Jane's nurse fetched a bundle of clothes from the cupboard, and draped them over her arm, and then took Sarah Jane out and down the hall by the hand. Sarah Jane parted by saying "um, I'll see you in the playroom Clara..." to which Clara grunted, and then followed her Nanny down the opposite direction in the hall, crawling in her now abysmally dirty diaper used in all three ways which Clara knew how.

They entered a large tiled bathroom, where all the hallways joined again, and Clara noted several other girls were sitting in tubs filled with bubbles or clear water, while nannies scrubbed them everywhere - some sat in a tub by themselves, while others shared tubs in pairs or even one small group. One pair was even being made to wash each other while a nanny supervised and gave instructions.

Clara for her part was led to her own tub, thankfully, and was lain on her back. She finally had her giant stinking diaper untaped, and several layers fell to the floor with a plop. Her nanny took a large wet cloth and wiped her down, holding her above her messy diaper by her ankles, and wiping every which way underneath her. Finally the horrible diaper was rolled up and deposited in a large cloth bin nearby, which by the shadows cast on its side appeared to have several similarly soiled diapers already piled in it. She wasn't even unique, for having a soiled diaper, Clara realised, and realised that every girl in there was probably the same.

The nanny took Clara's hands and pulled her up, then her her stand. Clara was almost shocked by the returned sense of freedom between her legs. She was walked to her tub nearby - naked in front of everybody, not that many were watching - and helped into her bath. She gingerly lowered her butt and privates into the warm water, feeling a sting against her rash. After a moment she was under, and let herself lay back as the strong nanny woman got to work on cleaning her thoroughly.


Clara had been bathed by nannies before, and it never got any better, but this time, in its own way, it seemed almost like visiting a spa resort. Except that she could be spanked at any instant, had a large strong-bristled brush going everywhere, and was only needing to be cleaned so thoroughly because she had been forced into a terrible enema-filled diaper for a day and night, and would be going back into diapers after this. She sighed. Well, it had been a momentary sense of optimism amongst it all. The nanny ordered her onto all fours and began cleaning her again between her legs.

She began watching the others being led naked out of the room, and realised that she was the last there. Finally they were finished, and she left her bath room, watching the water swirl away down the drain.


The nanny dried her all over with a towel, and then said "come," having Clara crawl naked after her back down the hall.

They went back to Clara and Sarah Jane Emily's room, where the nanny fetched an armful of clothes, and then lead the girl naked and crawling out into the playroom. She blushed but allowed herself to be led stark naked in front of many of the other girls, some were naked themselves, and she wasn't risking another enema by being at all disobedient any time soon. She was soon in a queue for the changing tables, the last there, staring at the naked girl standing in front of her, and parked on all fours with her rear end flashing the whole playroom behind her.

She tried to tell herself that they had seen it all before, but still kept her legs closed, and crawled forward between changes.

Soon it was her turn, finally on the changing table, where she was powered, had cream massaged gently into her privates and then rear, and put back into a clean crawler-sized diaper. The nanny blew kisses on her stomach suddenly then, and Clara couldn't help but burst into sudden laughter, which she then tried desperately to stifle, terrified that others in the nursery would see her giggling like a baby girl. She lay on her back not daring to look into into the nursery after that, not that she could see much more than the nanny in front of her, who had just been lifting her butt to the world anyway while she wiped in cream.


After the kissing and blowing causing her to humiliate herself by laughing, she began to sulk, and frowned while being dressed in the clothes which her nanny had fetched. A small yellow t-shirt was pulled over head, followed by denim overalls with buckles, which was snapped over her diaper and had the faintest extrusion of denim shorts at her thighs. Finally her hair was put into braided pigtails, and she was placed on the floor, exhausted all over again, knowing that she must be painfully cute, and was sent off with a playful slap on her rear.

She was facing the nursery playroom once again, and sighed, realising that she already thought of it as 'home'. With a heave she lifted her diapered crotch off of the floor where she had been sitting, and set off in a crawl, looking for her friends Sarah Jane Emily and Danni with nothing better to do.

She hadn't gotten very far when a nurse standing at a doorway spotted her and asked "Have you checked in for breakfast yet sweetie? You're new aren't you?"

Clara shook her head dumbly, and followed the woman's gesture. She crawled past her into a tiled room, and saw highchairs sitting against three of the four walls, filled with girls being spoonfed and facing each other in the half circle. Most of the girls from her time in the bath were here she realised, they were the latecomers. The nanny from the door came behind her, and ushered her over to a waiting highchair. Clara was helped up, and then strapped in, and sat there dumbly after being left along.

She sat there for some time, watching the scene around her, and being thankful for the clean diaper under her denim overalls.

She bit her lip, and then slowly began grinding ever so slightly against the taut straps which held her in place. She wasn't even trying to orgasm, she couldn't reach such a state here, but still felt an almost automatic urge to rub against the pressure come over her.

Trying not to give herself away, she glanced around, fairly sure that nobody eye's were even focused on her, and sped up the grinding, suddenly having to suppress a small sudden moan.

It was about to get out of hand when a young nanny arrived and placed a bowl of milk and cereal down on her highchair and beamed at her. Clara blushed and stopped her subtle grinding, and looked at the floor beside her.

The woman was an experienced expert at feeding babies it turned out, and had a bib around the unenthusiastic Clara in no time, and then began cooing various things about aeroplanes and trains while bringing the plastic spoon up and down and to Clara's mouth.

The bowl of kids cereal wasn't so bad, Clara thought, despite the fact that it was being fucking spoonfed to her while she was cooed at, but otherwise not so bad. The milk tasted weird, probably had things in it which she didn't want to know about, but it was a big improvement over the terrible mush which they had been spoonfed during her hell month.

When it was over, Clara felt the smallest bit proud despite herself with all of he nanny's congratulations being thrown her way for having finished her bowl.

She realised then that the hell month was perhaps largely about setting the bar low, so that this seemed a veritable improvement, despite being absolutely pitiful and embarrassing compared to her normal adult standards. It also sat as a constant threat of what she could return to, if she misbehaved.

She was handed a bottle of dark green vegetable juice, and drank it in silence, watching the few remaining girls there doing the same. She made eye contact with one doing he same, and blushed, and looked down to focus on her own bottle. It was a bit foul, but still not quite so bad. Finally she finished that too, and leaned back, burping once and staring at the roof. She was pretty full, she realised.

Clara sat there for a time, almost feeling good about herself - at least compared to her recent month - when the nanny from the day before, who had caught her masturbating in the playhouse, showed up.

She saw Clara, and scowled. Clara squirted a tiny bit of pee into her diaper, and sat terrified.

She tried to sink into her highchair and disappear, and only managed to make herself look like a coward and an idiot - both of which she was, she decided - as the woman approached, and then towered over her.

"You." the woman bellowed.

"Yes ma'am..." Clara responded automatically, which is all that she had said over and over again to the woman at the end of their discussion the day before. Suddenly the relief of her sleep and diaper change seemed to have disappeared into long forgotten memory.

The woman huffed in her increasingly familiar manner, and lifted the tray of the highchair, then unstrapped the taut straps over Clara's diaper which had been holding her in place.

The trembling fetish writer turned diaper slave was helped down from the highchair, and then strapped into a new child's harness while on all fours.

They stopped at a sink basin near the door, and Clara had her teeth brushed with a disposable tooth brush. The scowling nurse was far less gentle than the cooing and caring nanny from the night before, and Clara realised that she had tears in her eyes yet again. She wasn't looking forward to whatever punishment was coming.

"Oh don't think that a sulk show is going to get you out of this young lady." the woman said in a no-nonsense tone reserved for children. Clara didn't doubt that the woman actually believed she was a child, and was soon crawling after her in the child's harness with a nervous pit in her stomach and the faintest spark of arousal in her crotch. They arrived back at the changing tables where Clara had been dressed before breakfast, and Clara was again helped up and then lain on her back.

She felt her diaper re-opened and her privates exposed to the cool air, and squirmed, which only earned her a hard single spank. She lay there wondering what the hell the woman was going to do to her - there were no enema stations here at least. She worried about some sort of chastity device, some metal contraption which would sit in her diaper and make her all the more uncomfortable.

The woman reached under the table, and then produced another baby-powder canister. She began to sprinkle it all over Clara's crotch and then rear, holding the girl up by her ankle's. The nanny shoved her hand into a plastic glove, and then rubbed the powder into Clara thoroughly, even working it into her anus.

Finally Clara was dropped back onto her diaper - realised that she had been holding her breath - and was taped back into her crinkling children's underwear. Her denim overall was attached back over it, and she was re-lowered to the floor.

"Now." the woman ordered angrily, "Go play, and don't you dare think about being a naughty girl again."

Clara sat on all fours, confused, but took the opportunity to crawl away, quickly, picking up speed and not caring how stupid she looked waving her giant diaper behind her as she crawled.

She began to sweat as she got further away, but kept her fast crawling pace until she had put a distance between herself and the nanny, and found a quiet area of the playroom to catch her breath in. It was there that the sweat in her diaper began to combine with the mysterious powder, and Clara suddenly found that she itched like all hell down there. She squirmed for a moment, and then yelped, suddenly realising that she had been covered in itching powder down there, everywhere, and that it had even been worked into her anus.

Suddenly she was desperate, and crawled a little more, stopped, kicked and spasmed a little on all fours, and then dropped to her stomach and began rubbing her diaper on the floor.


She couldn't get aroused like this, everything was just burning too much, and she began rolling every which way and rubbing furiously at her diaper, laying on her back and lifting her butt off the floor to look at her bulky denim crotch with wide eyed hopelessness.

"Fuck... Jesus..." she whimpered, and began bouncing on her butt, dragging herself along the floor but finding no relief.

A nanny walked past, and Clara called out "Miss!" to her, which all that she could manage in her sweating state.

The nanny looked at Clara sitting and leaning back on her hands, rubbing her diapered butt on the floor and then quickly trying to rub the  front also. "What on earth are you doing young lady?" the woman asked, a little amused.

Clara simply gasped and pointed to her crotch. "Punish... powder.." she said, "please..."

The woman smiled and shook her head.

"Somebody has a lesson to learn about playing with herself I think. And really, on your first day - you must be a desperate one mustn't you."


Clara moaned, and began to unsnap her denim overalls.


In a flash the nanny was there, and slapped Clara's hands hard.

"You touch your diaper young lady, and you will get enemas for a fortnight. Do you know what those are?"


Clara nodded her head, and then fell to her back and began wriggling, kicking her legs in the air in a desperate attempt to find what might help.

The woman looked at her crossly. "You can't be away from supervision - not when in trouble for playing with yourself, and especially not when you've just tried to undress yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yesss ma'am..." Clara breathed out between her itching agony.

The nanny clipped a reign to Clara's denim overalls, and started to pull her along.

"Come along, you are to stay in a group of other girls for a bit honey" she said.

"Noooo" Clara moaned, not wanting to make a spastic display of herself in front of the other girls like this.

"Now young lady" the woman growled, "Do you know how to behave?"

Clara nodded desperately, and got to all fours, then crawled in her diaper and denim after the woman, shuddering every so often and spasming a leg out to the side.

By the time they arrived at a group of girls - who were playing with a rolling ball - Clara was able to suppress her physical spasms a little, but was sweating terribly.

"Girls" the woman said, "This is Clara." waving her hand at the pitiful diapered form below her.

"She's not allowed to be unsupervised or alone for now, and I'd like you lot to play with her, and make sure that she doesn't run off. If you lose her, it will be spankings for all of you."




The girls nodded, and looked at Clara. She was clearly new in her crawler diaper, which sometimes meant trouble as she hadn't settled into the order of things here, and could drag a bunch of settled people into her storm - like the two girls yesterday, Sarah Jane and Gem, who had got into some sort of mega spanking because of a new girl.

"Yes ma'am." several of them said, nodding to the woman. They motioned for Clara to join them, sitting in a circle, and resumed their game of rolling a ball around, and, once the nanny had left, talking gossip. Unfortunately their topic today had been the new girls, Gem apparently had one of them herself now, and it seemed best not to talk about all that in front of this crawler.

She spent half an hour there, sitting in itching agony and trying to hide her squirming in her diaper, while she rolled the ball around the group, thinking that at least most eyes were on the ball instead of her denim crotch, which was wriggling back and forth on the carpet ever so slightly.

The girl's had been talking about one of the new male trainers, one had blushed and admitted that she thought that she was kind of cute, the others had scoffed and said that the girl thought that anybody who spanked her was cute, which surprised Clara, but she was beginning to get used to such bdsm centric talk in such a place.

They were interrupted when two nannies approached with a bunch of school uniforms folded over their arms. One had white blouses and blue skirts, and the other had chequered one-pieces.

"Classroom time girls. Hurry up. Time to get ready for school." they ordered, and the girls of the group groaned, but then all held up their arms. Each was undressed, including Clara to her discomfort.

"You shouldn't groan dears" smiled one of the nannies, "a proper education will help you with your future."

They were each redressed in one of the two styles of uniforms. Clara and the other crawlers were put in the more juvenile one-pieces, as well as some of the walkers, while a few of the most senior girls were put in the white blouses and navy skirts.

Clara noticed other groups walking past now, all in school uniform, the whole playroom was going. And there, she saw, went the brunette from her shipping group, following a senior girl in a blouse and skirt. Clara guessed that she had found a "big sister" herself also.

The group of girls now either stood - which was always awkward while diapered - or got onto all fours, and began waddling and crawling.

The diapered schoolgirls began off down the nursery in a loud group, and Clara realised that she was behind, while a nanny tapped her foot impatiently. She set off after them in a quick and clumsy crawl, not wanting to risk any further punishments.

The itching was driving her mad, but she soon caught up to her group. With that she set off after the wall of diapered and school uniforms, or pouring into a room which had a sign above, reading "Little Tots School Rooms", from in which the noise was rising to a crescendo.



to be continued...


A pair of girls in their crib at night.

Getting ready for school.

Shipped Away Pt7

Part 7 - The Playhouse



Looking ahead, Clara took a breath and mustered her courage, and then started crawling towards the nurse who she had spotted walking by.

She felt so ashamed, crawling, while the woman stood, bringing a messy diaper behind her which she was going to need to ask to be changed.

The nurse was writing something or other on her clipboard. Her strong thighs  allowed her to stand like a normal adult person, which intimidated Clara, driving home what she was no longer old enough to be.

"Um, miss?" she asked nervously, once she was close enough, feeling a twist in her stomach as she spoke to and interrupted an "adult".

The nurse looked down, raised an eyebrow, and then beamed. "Well hello cutie" she cooed, "You must be new here, being so adorable in your crawler diaper like that."

"Y-Yeah.." Clara agreed, on all fours, doing her best not to look up this nurse's skirt after her previous lesson.

"And what's your name honey-bun?" asked the nurse as if she was speaking to a genuine small child.

"C-Clara.." stuttered the girl, "I was wondering... um... about a diaper change.."

The nurse looked over Clara's crawling form, seeing the faintly visible signs of the expulsion of her enormous enema - hidden, despite itself, due to the sheer size of Clara's crawler diaper, and sniffed the air.

"Oh honey, of course. First you'll have to tell me what you've done, to ensure that you are honest about your actions like a big girl, and don't just expect to be changed by slave grownups who are there to serve you. Can you tell me that you've done a poo in your diaper? And ask for a change?"

Clara grit her teeth, but knew that she was hopelessly desperate for a change, and would say anything. "Y-Yes.. I've gone.. I did.. a poo in my diaper" she admitted, craving a change more than her pride right now. "Can I... um... please have a diaper change?"

The nurse smiled. "See? Isn't honesty and politeness nice? Now of course, I'll write you a note which will schedule you a change, and then you can get right back to having fun. Is that what you wanted sweetie?"

Clara cast her eyes down, "Yes ma'am" was all that she could say. She felt relief at that it was at least almost over, and that she could stop dealing with "grownups" after this.

The nurse circle Clara, and lay a hand on the edge of her diaper at her thigh. She lifted a leg band, investigating the stinking girl's state. "Oh, and were you punished with an enema young lady?"

Clara felt a pang of embarrassment run through her. "Y-Yes... ma'am..."

"Hrm, and why was that? Have you been acting up today?"

Clara winced, she hadn't wanted to ever mention what had happened again. "I was, well, I was um looking up a grown up's skirt miss. I was staring, but I did learn my lesson!" she insisted, with a flashback to herself moaning and squealing as she had been spanked over the nurse's knee not half an hour earlier, being lectured for looking up a grown up's skirt while she sobbed that she was sorry over and over, until the nurse was finally appeased. Clara truly did feel naughty and that she had learned her lesson.

The nanny kept inspecting her diaper and made a thinking hrm, clearly disapproving of the naughty perverted girl's earlier actions. She stood and made a show of placing one hand on her hip unimpressed, while she used the other to ensure that her skirt line was not showing anything to the crawling pervert before her.

The nanny shook her head at Clara, and asked "That was very naughty wasn't it? Looking up a grown up's clothes?"

"Y-Yes.. ma'am..." Clara replied, hating having to discuss all this, just wanting her change slip, and now fearing that she might not even get one.

"It was very naughty. I learned my lesson with a spanking and enema, and apologised, and we even had... a hug time after... and I told her that I would be good from now on." Clara remembered sitting in the woman's lap, sniffling while being told that it was all for her own good, that the nannies weren't monsters but merely wanted to ensure that she was raised right. She hated herself for half believing it.

The nurse's expression softened. "Well, you seem to have learned your lesson" she smiled, and patted Clara's bulging stinking bottom.

"Now, I think that given that you're a crawler, and have obviously been given the enema to be punished, you should wait... hrm... at least ten hours to be changed."

Clara shifted uncomfortably, an enema was proving to be particularly bad - it was so squishy and slimy, and ten hours seemed like an eternity right then.

"Which -" continued the nurse, "puts your change past bedtime. Do you understand what that means? Has one of the other children explained it to you?"

Clara's heart sank. "Y-Yes, ma'am. Sarah Jane Emily told me."

"Oh, what a good girl she is." beamed the nurse. "So you will wait until tomorrow morning for a change, and will almost certainly learn not to be a naughty girl again for it now will you?" cooed the nurse.

"But I -" began Clara hopelessly,

The nanny's brow furrowed, and she clasped her palms together between her thighs while leaning forward to look Clara directly in the eyes. "Oh? Do you think that it's not a fair punishment? For what you've done? Looking up a grownup's skirt is a very serious offence Clara, you wouldn't understand being in diapers, but for those of us who are mature enough to be out of diapers and wear underwear, that's a very private area, and grownups have what is called sexual thoughts about such places."

Clara was at a loss for words, she knew that she couldn't dare argue her case. She was vaguely distracted by the deep arrousal that seemed to be building in her loins when she was being talked to this way, receiving such unexpected humiliation. She wasn't sure if she was luckier or worse off than the other girls for feeling this way, it was distracting and only made her blush.

She hung her head, and whimpered "N-No, it's fair ma'am, thankyou ma'am."

The nanny smiled and stood back up, beaming down at the obedient cutie in the giant diaper. "In time you will come to understand. You're new here, and need to learn to act your age, but we're here to help you along. It's all for your own good, even if you don't yet understand it."

"Yes ma'am." whimpered Clara.

The nanny took a pencil and paper from her belt, and wrote what Clara knew must signify that she wouldn't be getting a change until tomorrow morning. After a long moment of scribbling with the pen, the nanny walked around Clara and stuck the slip onto her diapered rear - rubbing it and then giving a hard spank to ensure that it stuck.

The woman stood back up and inspected the large bouncing sticker which now sat on the rear of Clara's diaper. "And what do we say?" she asked sweetly.

Clara stared, and then realised. "Thankyou... ma'am."

The nanny beamed. "Good girl. If you act like that, and you will be much happier here, rather then going around looking up big people's clothes."

Clara quivered with humiliation. She quipped one final "Yes Ma'am", and then slowly turned, and crawled away, knowing that the dirty changing slip was bouncing on her butt, advertising to the world what she had done in her diaper.

She crawled for some time, hoping to find some hidden shadow into which to sob and fade away forever in.

Rounding a corner, she saw Gem and her gang further down in the play room, standing around a small plastic table seemingly bored as they discussed something or other. Clara sneered quietly as she thought about how ultimately goofy they looked, like giant toddlers trying to act as if they were still in control somehow, and rolled her eyes before crawling away in the opposite direction.

She continued in single-minded desperation for some time, before discovering an oversized toddler playhouse. It was a a simple plastic building, with four walls in a square, a roof, a few windows, and a large open doorway in the front. There was an abandoned tea party set up at a plastic table outside, but she continued past the chairs and crawled into the opening, intending to hide in here until the end of time, or at least a few hours.

She reached the door and crawled through clumsily, cursing the fact that she was bound as a crawler. She was halfway inside the simple playhouse when she noticed that somebody else was already in there. Looking up, she saw Red from her nursery group, huddled against the far wall with an angry scowl on her face.

The girl looked up at Clara, recognising her. "You.." she said simply, seeing Clara frozen in the doorway. "You may as well come in." she said, gesturing with a wave.

Clara nervously entered the room, remember all the times which the girls had spent being bathed together, being moved onto all fours at times and staring directly into each other's privates as they were cleaned in a row, or the times in which they had seen the other's thoroughly soiled diapers being opened for a change - their many soiled diapers sharing a full diaper pail together - or the times when they had slept together in a half naked tangle, their plastic underpants crinkling and rubbing against each other in their confining crib.

"I'm Clara" she introduced herself, embarrassed at finally being able to talk to her previous companion from the hell month initiation.

"Y-Yeah.." the redhead responded, "One of those... nurses... called you that in the bath once."

"Oh" Clara blushed, hating being reminded of their intimate time spent together mewling against their mouth gags while they were washed mercilessly. She sighed, crawled further into the small playhouse, and sat on her rump with a squish.

"I'm Danni." the redhead explained, "We must have come in on the same ship together, in those... bouncer chairs..." She looked angry at the world, as she pulled her knees up and huddled in the semi-dark of the playhouse, yet didn't seem a particularly strong-willed girl, Clara had always thought, rather the brunette in their group had always put up the most fight.

Danni sniffed the air, "Did you..?"

Clara blushed. "They made me!" she blurted out, then went silent, feeling stupid.

Danni relaxed, and sighed. "Is this what we are going to be now? Like they said? Just giant babies who do what we're told, and get treated this way?" Her face hardened into a look of determination, "I won't be a baby, they can try but it won't work. I'll give them hell."

Clara felt a momentary urge to point out that at least what an amazingly perfect giant baby Danni made, with bows in her red hair and her giant diaper showing under her baby doll dress, but then stopped herself, knowing that it may not be appreciated. Instead she suddenly froze as as a final small spurt of her enema noisily escaped into her diaper, and she momentarily squeaked with embarrassment.

Danni said nothing, simply glowered at the wall. After a long moment she asked "did you see the girl... woman, though it's hard to tell... riding around on the tricycle? She almost looked like she was enjoying it. I still don't know whether she was faking it, or whether they can turn us into 'kids' with enough time and humiliation..."

"They've got tons of experience..." said Clara miserably, "So I doubt that we're going to be a particular challenge if so..." She shuddered suddenly and violently then, an act which Danni might have taken as a moment of embarrassment - which it was - but which Clara experienced as a sudden racking of deep arousal. The thought of being broken in as a kid, to the point where she actually giggled as she did it, was utterly humiliating, yet oddly arousing. Why did she have to be turned on that way?

Even thinking about it now was causing her to grow aroused in her diaper, wetting it in a slightly different way. Very slightly, she started rubbing her crotch back and forth on the floor, as she sat on all fours in the playhouse.

It wasn't going to work, she couldn't masturbate in front of Danni. She sighed and stopped.

"Listen, there's some things that you need to know..." explained Clara. "I met another girl out there, who you should talk to too. Even amongst... the girls... the babies... there's gangs and teams, and some of them are pretty tough. I already met a lesbo who wanted me to share her crib with her, which was pretty crazy. You have to come with me to find Sarah Jane, she can help."

Danni stared, her nose twitching as she processed the new information, a new form of indignation looming, and nodded. Neither girl could believe that she was about to willingly crawl again, but found themselves doing it, and Danni was soon following Clara in silence as the two girls made their stupid crawl out of the playhouse and into the nursery.

The nursery was huge, and crawling in the giant diapers was exhausting. They had to take breaks, just to catch their breath, from time to time. The nursery playroom was huge and almost like a maze with all the various dressers and stacks of toy chests and the like.

They passed a mirror, and both blushed as they looked at themselves. And later passed the girl who Clara had seen locked in the vibrating bouncer earlier, now lying exhausted on her back, her giant diaper showing under her denim overall dress, seemingly in a daze as she stared at the roof with a gaping mouth.

Finally the two crawlers spotted Sarah Jane sitting on a rocking horse, looking like her mind was elsewhere as she rocked gently on the toy. The loud rustling of their diapers alerted Sarah to the two approaching, and they blushed knowing how stupid they must look slowly making their way towards her on all fours like that.

She sighed and threw her leg over the side of the rocking horse, then waddled over to meet them, saving them from the final humiliating part of the crawl. She saw the slip bouncing on Clara's bottom, and raised an eyebrow, wondering how Clara had gotten herself into such a situation so quickly, when she had sent her off on a crawl maybe an hour earlier.

With a thump, Sarah Jane Emily sat on her own padded rear, her coloured diaper standing out amusingly in her otherwise black and white gothic uniform.

Clara sighed, relieved after their long search, her slimy diaper becoming too much for such things. She attempted to kneel around her diaper while preventing her full weight from pressing down into her mess, but found it impossible in the giant oversized piece, and had to eventually sink into her own embarrassing filth. Sitting there like that, the dull horniness began to make a creeping return, and she bit her lip as she found herself wanting to rub and masturbate herself to an orgasm again right there.

Sarah Jane looked at Danni, panting with exhaustion after their long crawl around the nursery.

"You must be new too. Welcome to the playroom" she said in a sarcastic tour sing song voice, somehow still keeping her usual monotone style which so matched her outfit.

Clara watched her redhead companion sit down in relief after their long crawl, and explained to Sarah Jane. "This is Danni, I tried to tell her some of the stuff which you told me, but... figured that she could probably use a big sister too."

Sarah Jane nodded towards Danni.

"I, um, ran into 'Gem'", Clara continued, "and realised how fucked up this place can be... It's almost like a prison..."

Sarah Jane's eyes widened a little, "Gem? Shit.. Did she take a liking to you?"

Clara blushed, feeling strange at having had the affection doted on her. "A little... She wanted me to be her little sister, but I said no."

Sarah Jane looked at her strangely. "Gem's not really the type to take 'no' for an answer..."

"Well" Clara said, blushing as she explained, "I got in trouble with a nanny, and think that I got out of it, which is why... well... I got an enema, and now, this" she said while gesturing towards the flapping sticker on her butt.

Danni looked worried, "Who's this Gem?"

Clara nearly cried as she explained her encounter from before, where Gem had threatened to own her, sexually, and lend her out for favours. Danni turned pink with embarrassment.

"She can't do that!" Danni exclaimed. "She's a baby like all the rest of us!"

"She's a manipulative bitch" Sarah Jane cut in, "and she's the type who you don't want to be spending a night with stuck in a crib. She knows how to act when the grownups are around though."

"Grownups?" cut in Danni, sharply, clearly not approving of referring to their captors that way.

Sarah Jane sighed. "Yeah, grownups, you'll fucking see in time."

Danni pouted, she was clearly in Clara's camp on that one. There was no way in hell she was ever going to think of these people as "the grownups", or so she thought.

"Anyway," continued Sarah, "Gem likes to take new girls into her crib at night. I don't know if she was even a lesbian before coming here, but she sure as hell is one now. And, well, it's not where you want to be."


Danni looked incredulous. "But wouldn't the staff people.. the... the grownups...?"

Sarah Jane shook her head.

Clara added. "Remember how the warden mistress woman kissed me.. Before we left the inspection room.."

Danni blushed, and squirmed in her diaper for a moment.

Clara had found herself unable to refer to the warden as "that bitch", despite intending to. She had suddenly become terrified of any such words somehow making it back to the woman.

"However..." continued Sarah, causing the girls to look at her nervously, "I can't have two little sisters. I don't think. It's normally two sisters to a crib, and that's bad enough as it is."

"Wait.. we have to share a crib?" Clara asked, not having known that earlier.

"Yeah, but it's better than random nights with just anybody, which I've been doing for a while. Trust me." Sarah Jane insisted.

Clara blushed, thinking that Sarah Jane Emily was a being of pure elegance, and that it seemed strange to contemplate sleeping alongside such a perfect doll. She felt embarrassed at the knowledge that even the sight of Sarah Jane - making the perfect adult baby as she did - sent tingles of arousal through Clara, and each night could be its own kind of embarrassed torture as she tried to deny her arousal.

"So what do I do?" asked Danni, her face turning white.

"There's other girls, aside from Gem, who don't have a sister at the moment" Sarah said. "We should find you one now. There's one I know of, who's, uh, also a lesbo, but she's not half as bad. She'll just stroke you a bit, and maybe kiss a little, but nothing beyond that. She's gentle."

Sarah Jane blushed as she explained, "I, um, have spent a few nights with her lately, which is how I know. There were, uh, a few hands down my diaper at night, when she was insatiable and would get her way, but other than that..."

Danni for her part looked disgusted.

"There are other girls too" continued Sarah Jane, "I just don't really know them as well." She looked around and added, "It's getting late. You two came in after lunch time, and missed the morning recess in the play yard outside. We should probably find you somebody soon Danni."


Danni obviously wasn't enthusiastic, but nodded anyway, getting onto all fours.

Sarah Jane clumsily got to her feet, legs wobbling under her bulky diaper. "Come on" she said, and began waddling off.

Danni and Clara exchanged glances, and then set off in a crawl together after the brightly coloured back side of Sarah Jane's teddy bear underwear, standing out in her otherwise black and white outfit.

Clara was beginning to think that she'd beg for a change by now, there was no way that she could last until morning. Her normally solid soilings on the ship and in her hell month were bad enough, but this enema was something else. It was outright gross, and starting to itch.

"Is there..." Clara began, panting as they crawled like idiots. "Is there any way to speed up a diaper change? I'm getting really fucking, um, itchy and gross, below."

"Not that I know of," answered Sarah Jane from ahead, "and uh be careful with language where the nurses might hear you, I only speak like that in small groups away from any corners or toy stacks which people could hear from nearby without me seeing."

Clara sulked, and continued after Sarah Jane, feeling the slight bounce of the sticker on her rear as it flapped up and down with each crawl.

They were further into the playroom, when a sneering voice called "Look at the goth dolly and her two lover babies". Clara tensed up, looking around with worried eyes. It was Gem, the blonde in pigtails was approaching with a dark grin.

Sarah Jane looked around to check for staff, then glared back at the pigtailed blonde, who for her part looked half-toddler, half-woman.

"Fuck off Gem." Sarah Jane half spat.

"Oohh language" taunted Gem, "You're lucky I don't report you to the adults. I know how much time they spent cleaning out your mouth before you became such a sweet little thing."

Gem approached and loomed in front of Sarah Jane, trying to intimidate their guide. She sneered right in the face of their raven haired protector, and then smiled.

"You know," Gem said, with a certain sadistic look on her face now, "You don't have a sister either now since yours left. I could just make you my plaything." She reached out and brushed Sarah Jane's cheek with the back of her hand, grinning.

Sarah Jane looked her dead in the eye, she was pretty brave Clara realised - much braver then herself, who had literally pissed herself under Gem's stare.

Sarah Jane yelled "like hell" and pushed the blonde backwards, surprising them all.

Gem stumbled, and fell backwards onto her padded butt, clearly surprised. She was stunned for a moment, and then scowled, kicking Sarah Jane at her ankles and bringing the goth girl down too. In a flash they were suddenly pulling at each other's hair, kicking mary jane clad feet at each other, trying to each back away while their bulky diaper preventing them from making any effective kicks, and ultimately squealing like two embarrassingly large children.

"Oh.. shit.." Clara whispered, backing away a bit.

A male voice boomed.

"Gemma!"
"Sarah.Jane.Emily!"

Clara looked up, newly terrified, as a male trainer marched in from nowhere, looking like a hugely buff gym coach for all she could tell. The guy was huge, and in an instant had the girls separated. He had one of their wrists in a hand of his each, and all four girls were visible cowering under the man's presence now.

Gem tried to steal the moment "Sir, see what happened.." she began, her normally confident voice revealing a hint of fear.

She was cut off however, as he bellowed "I don't want to hear it." Other heads watched from around the playroom, more were arriving and watching at a distance from behind stacks of toys.

The man, who looked like a body builder Clara thought, as she sank lower into her diaper in nervous fear, cast his glance around the room, looking at the other girls.

He spotted one who had seen the whole thing. "Amelia." he said crossly, nodding for her to walk over to stand in front of him, while he held the other two girls' wrists in his hands still.

A blushing woman with freckles and glasses walked over sheepishly, a slight waddle evidence of the diaper under her green overalls.

"Amelia. Did you see what happened?" asked the man in his no-nonsense booming voice.

Amelia looked nervous, glancing at Gem and quite obviously not wanting to be on her bad side, but fearing the man even more.

"Well, Mister Stevens sir, they were fighing over who got which little sister, I think." she said, pointing towards the two crawling girls who had been right there in the midst of it, but who Mr Stevens had entirely ignored, as if they weren't even significant enough to look at while such juniors.


The man named Mr Stevens looked down at the two long-term nursery girls who he held by the wrists. Is this true children?" he asked, yanking them both by the arms as he did so.

"Y-Yessir." they both cried in unison, even though it wasn't quite what had ended up happening, but was partly responsible. Amelia must have overheard Clara's confrontation with Gem earlier and filled in the gaps.

The looming man looked at the Danni and then Clara. The two felt themselves almost melt under his stern gaze.

After a moment of silence, he bellowed "I don't care who wanted which little sister. You will each share the girls, being big sisters to each on alternating schedules."

Clara could have fainted, she wanted to speak up then and there and beg not to be assigned to Gem even part time, but wouldn't dare argue with this man in a thousand years. Danni seemed to be having a similar reaction.

"Sarah Jane Emily can have her pick of first girl, as she has angel status" the man explained, turning his gaze to the raven haired baby girl.

Sarah seemed to visibly pale as he looked at her.

"Uhm.. Clara... I'll start with Clara..." she half whispered.

"Clara?" the man asked, unsure who was who, or at least seeming to.

"Yes sir!" Clara said almost automatically, leaning forward and presenting herself, only hoping to not somehow get caught up in all of this."

"Clara. You will start as Sarah Jane Emily's little sister." "You -" he nodded towards Danni, "Will start as Gem's little sister. That's final, for the both of you." Clara realised that she wasn't breathing, and had to force herself to.

"And as for you two" he said, his voice growing harsh as he turned his gaze to the two girls who he held by the wrist. "You are coming with me."

With that he scooped them both up under one of his arms each, carrying them with their diapered rears sticking out behind him and their arms pinned to their sides. Clara didn't see their faces, but would have easily believed that even those two girls would be reduced to fearful babies in such a state. He marched away, easily carrying them, and in a moment was gone, leaving Clara and Danni sitting in shocked silence.

"...Holy shit" whispered Danni, after a time.

Clara punctuated the moment by releasing another small residue of her enema, the terror having unsettled her. The loud fart punctuated the playroom, and she sat their stunned for a moment.

At the same moment, both girls began to tear up, moisture running from their eyes and snot snivelling from their nose, and with that, silently began to crawl off to find somewhere to hide away from the world, again.

"Let's go back to the playhouse." Clara suggested miserably.

"Yeah..." Danni agreed, and together they set off.

An hour later, they were sitting in the dark fuming. They couldn't be treated this way, in principle, and yet it seemed that they could, in harsh reality.

They filled the time by talking about their lives before their entire ordeal of the past month and more, when they had been grown ups, and had no reason to doubt it.

Clara found herself needing to be careful with what she said, explaining how she got taken and why, lying in simply saying that they had drugged at home, and she had woken in her shipping container, where she had spent the days - or weeks or month for all she could tell - in the bouncer chair, learning to use her diapers as her only option.

Danni nodded and explained nervously that she had been out of work, and that she had been reading an erotic novel which was wildly popular at the moment - the first time that she had encountered bdsm, and she found herself intrigued. Clara knew the book, and remembered thinking that it was positively vanilla compared to her type of writing, but kept it to herself, blushing at the remembrance of all her fantasies which were as bad as she was now in.

Danni had followed up on her intrigue by starting to date online, never having ventured from her conservative upbringing she said, and trying to make herself feel like the adult which she didn't seem to be, ironically enough. She had ended up arranging a blind date with a guy who seemed like the character from her book, getting excited, and had dressed up for the occasion - her poor dress which had been torn to make room for her diaper sometime later on. "He", or whoever she had been talking to online, had sent a limo to pick her up, and she'd sat alone in the back, nervous beyond all reckoning, sipping a glass of water, heading towards her date. Then she had fallen asleep.

She had awoken the same way as Clara, locked in one of those dreaded bouncer chairs, with no idea what was going on. She soon realised that the baby toys, the nippled bottles, the diaper, the bouncer - they all tied together, and was trapped as a baby. She'd tried harder than Clara to escape, trying everything, and tearing up her dress more in the process. She'd been quite desperate, needing to go to the bathroom quite badly... Before long, she had been spending her trip in a delerious state in an overly soiled diaper, moaning againt the dreaded ring gags which the girls had worn until their inspection earlier.


She wiped snot from her face as she finished her explanation, sniffing that this was perhaps at least a little better than their hell month in the nursery crib, which had just been an extended initiation no better than her time in the box.

They both wiped their noses, feeling no better for it, if anything they found that they felt more resigned to their fates after having realised the inevitable and hopeless state of it all. How easily the both of them were taken on this wild wide.

"I don't even know what country we're in." said Danni, and Clara had shaken her head and said that she didn't either.

Thinking about Danni's story, Clara wondered whether Danni being a virgin and finding an interest in BDSM had anything to do with her having been chosen. Whether they took girls who had some measure of interest in being submissive. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who found some arousal in all this nightmare, though she doubted that Danni had the same specific kink.

"We'll get out of this, somehow." Clara said, with false confidence, but placing her hand on Danni's where it rested on the girl's knee beneath her chin.

Danni stared at the wall. "Right now I just want to get out of the locks on this diaper. I really need to pee..."

"You're not... used to it by now?" Clara asked, knowing that it was a pointless question. She sure as hell wasn't used to it herself, even after their hell initiation.

"No" glowered Danni, "And it's somehow worse now... Because once it's done I'll have to ask for a change..."


Clara understood, she had thought the same. "Remember what Sarah Jane Emily said? About them not changing us before bedtime if we didn't have a slip?" Clara asked, a little worried at the reminder of how her own situation was seemingly going to have to wait until morning.

Danni's eyes widened at the realisation. "She did say that it was getting late before - I have no clue what time it is any more really. Weren't the changing slips just for... um... soiled diapers though?"

"I don't know" said Clara worriedly, "But you better go now."

"And what? Find a nanny to give me one of those changing slips? Honestly, I don't know if I can..."

"It'll be better this way then the alternative" Clara said, unsure if it was actually true, but it seemed right.

Danni sighed and nodded, shifted herself to her feet in a squat, blushed in silence for a minute, before the slow trickle of pee could be heard, building into a loud stream. Clara realised that she still had her hand on Danni as an act of support, and blushed, realising that she had the terrible secret of also getting off on seeing Danni doing this, and had just encouraged the girl to put on this display. She hoped that her babydoll top wouldn't show her nipples growing hard, but was frozen until Danni finished her humiliating act, not wanting to remove her hand mid-moment in this nightmare.

Finally Danni gasped, letting out one final stream, and collapsed onto her butt. Clara heard a distinct squish.

"It's all... everywhere" Danni sighed, frowning. "I hate this."

"Me too.." Clara said - meaning it, and yet knowing that she was loving it at the same time. She covered her chest just in case her arousal was evident.

"You should probably get a changing slip..." Clara encouraged, looking out into the now quiet nursery.

"Now...?" asked Danni trepidatiously, clearly not very keen.

"Better to do it earlier..." Clara reminded her, suspecting that it was already too late, and that Danni was in that diaper for the night.

The redhead's face turned into one of determination, and she pulled herself onto all fours, making for the doorway and squeezing past Clara.

"You're not coming?" she asked as she was about to crawl outside.

Clara shook her head, "I already had to get a slip once and am honestly just too exhausted sorry. But I'll be here when you're done though."

Danni nodded, steeled herself once more, and crawled out into the nursery, with the noisy diaper crinkling and squishing as she went.

Clara peaked out after a long moment, made sure that she was gone and that nobody else was around, and threw herself onto her back. She began rubbing the front of her diaper furiously, like she had gone mad, suddenly masturbating away weeks of pent up frustration. It was difficult at first, she wasn't as horny now as she had been earlier in the day, but then it all came back to her, and she kicked her legs stupidly in the air playing at being a baby while she rubbed and rubbed her diaper. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she orgasmed into her diaper, in a half satisfied event which was robbed by the fear and nervousness which she felt.

She sat on her diaper and went again, rubbing her crotch back and forth along the ground, soon taking a toy block from just outside the playhouse and holding that in front of her and humping that too. She orgasmed again, and finally gave up, lying back and feeling somewhat satisfied.

She lay panting, and Clara knew then and there that this would be her life now, stealing moments of privacy to masturbate wherever she could, and hoped that the playhouse would often be this empty. She lay there and began one more time, slowly stroking the front of her diaper, smiling ever so slightly for the first time in a month, as she sank into her own filth, and began bucking her hips against her hand.

"Young lady!" a woman's voice suddenly bellowed from the door, and she froze.


To be continued.


Clara's masturbation style.