The Long Weekend (Patreon)

"How are you doing?"

Like most people, Elizabeth had heard that question many times, and, like most people, she was used to lying to response; it was practically a reflex, though, also, sometimes just easier to say a quick, "I'm fine," than having to go into detail about what was wrong. Besides, usually it was nothing more than a polite bit of conversation, anyway.

Fortunately, Elizabeth's friends didn't always accept that answer... They actually did want to know how she was doing, rather than simply making small talk. It was hard to break her habit just for them, though, so, without thinking, she would usually blurt out the same two words, only to get a disapproving look. "No, you aren't, Lizzie," Isla shook her head. "I can tell. What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Elizabeth sighed. The problem, really, was that she knew too much - where should she even begin? "It's just... everything, I guess."

Isla gave her a hug. "Poor thing... You really need some time for yourself, huh?"

"That would be nice," Elizabeth admitted. If only she had some way to get that...

"It's a good thing the long weekend is coming up, right?" Isla put on a hopeful smile, which quickly crumbled. "Oh, you're probably working, aren't you?" 

Elizabeth nodded sadly. She really didn't have much of a choice... She needed the money, so she was taking all the hours she could get, on top of all her classes, and homework... Even then, she had her doubts about how she was going to be able to afford her books, and everything else she would need, for the next semester. But that was nothing compared to what she was going to owe when - or if - she graduated...

"No, you aren't," Isla declared.

"What?" Elizabeth furrowed her brow, her worries having distracted her enough not to be sure what her friend was saying. "I'm not what?"

"Working," the other girl told her. "Have your boss find someone to cover you... You have more pressing matter to take care of."

"No, I don't," Elizabeth replied, suppressing the urge to get angry. Isla was sweet, but she didn't understand what she was going through... Her parents were rich, so she didn't have to worry about any of the stuff that was stressing Elizabeth out so much. "Look, it's nice of you to invite me, and I hope one day I do get to come hang out with you and your family... Right now, I can't afford..."

"No, no, that isn't it," Isla assured her. "I mean, you'd be welcome, anytime, but that's not what I had in mind." She started digging through her desk frantically, sifting through the unorganized piles of junk mail, syllabi, and magazines she seemed to have been collecting since she'd started school. "I really should have thought of this earlier... I was thinking about doing it, except I really have to go home this time, since we're having a birthday party for my grandma, and... Ah, here we go!"

She plucked an envelope out of the mess, sliding the contents out and handing them to Elizabeth. "It sounds like just the thing you need, doesn't it?"

Elizabeth half expected the paper to be completely unrelated, but, somehow, Isla had managed to find exactly what she'd been looking for. She scanned it, having to admit that her friend was right... It did sound quite nice, especially the stipend, which was definitely more than she'd be able to make at her job in that amount of time, and the mysterious 'other benefits' that were promised.

"What's the catch?" It seemed too good to be true... Time for rest and relaxation, to be able to recharge, and they were going to pay her for it?! There was definitely something not right here... She almost wondered if this was something fake, set up as a front to kidnap Isla and hold her for ransom, but a quick search on her phone revealed an extensive website and a Facebook page that had been around for a couple years.

"It's some kind of experimental thing," Isla shrugged. "It's in the letter, somewhere... Honestly, they're probably just trying out some new form of massage or something, and want to make sure it's something their usual clients will actually enjoy."

"But I'm not one of their usual clients," Elizabeth pointed out. "I didn't even get this... You did..."

"My name isn't on it," Isla countered. "Don't worry, it's going to be great..."

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"I'm, um... Here for..." Elizabeth handed the letter over to the receptionist anxiously, still debating whether she should claim she was Isla. On the way there, she'd been certain that, whether the letter itself had the other girl's name on it or not, she should play it safe; in the parking lot, she'd taken the paper out of the envelope and left that in her car, suddenly worried they might somehow have some record of what Isla looked like here that they could look up if she said that was her name.

"Ah, great," the receptionist smiled. "Right this way."

"Oh, uh... Okay..." Elizabeth nodded, following the woman through a door, part of her wanting to spout out the backstory she'd made up for herself, the rest of her glad she didn't have to, at least not yet. The lobby, and the outside of the building, had been quite nice, just like the pictures on the website, but the room she was taken to gave her a little pause.

"Is this...?" she frowned, looking around. By then, the receptionist was already gone, the door clicking shut behind her. Suddenly, her initial fears came flooding back to her as she stared at the examination table in the center of the room, looming ominously, completely incongruous with the rest of the building's resort vibe. What the hell was going on?! She fumbled in her purse, searching for the pepper spray her parents had given her, sure it was in there somewhere, under all the old receipts and makeup.

Just before she was ready to give up, head back to her dorm, and beg for her hours at work back, the door opened again, and a tall, blonde woman in a long, white lab coat stepped in. "Hello," she smiled pleasantly. "Thank you so much for joining us! My name is Dr. Pike. Would you mind undressing and getting up onto the table, please?" Without waiting for an answer, the doctor walked over to the counter, grabbing a pair of white latex gloves and pulling them on.

"Wh-Why do I need to do that?" Elizabeth gulped. 

"Don't worry," Dr. Pike said. "It's nothing painful... I just have to document your current health before we proceed with the experiment. Spoiler alert: you're going to have to do this again before you leave, too."

Elizabeth gave the woman an incredulous look. Was she for real? And, more importantly, was she really a doctor? She definitely didn't sound like any physician Elizabeth had ever been to before. "What kind of experiment is this?" she asked.

"Nothing permanent," the woman promised. "It's just a new way for our clients to rest and recharge, without having to worry about anything."

Elizabeth gnawed on her bottom lip, reaching for the buttons on her shirt. That was what the letter had said, basically, and it was what she needed... Besides, she told herself as she gave in and started to disrobe, the doctor was quite a bit larger than her, and between her and the door... If this was some evil plot, there was no way Elizabeth was getting out of the room right now, anyway. That elusive pepper spray was tempting, but surely the doctor would get suspicious if she decided to look for it again now.

"Bra and panties, too," Dr. Pike chirped. Elizabeth sighed and blushed, but reluctantly did as she was told. "You can set them on that counter over there, then up onto the table you go!"

Elizabeth felt small next to most people, though never quite as much as she did right then. She hadn't been totally naked in front of anyone since the dreaded shower rooms in high school... In college, she could at least wait to go to the shower until most everyone else was asleep. Dr. Pike's gaze didn't feel lingering, or leering, yet the girl was sure she was being watched as she trotted over to the counter, set her things down, then trudged to the dreaded table, climbing up and sitting on the protective paper on top of it, fidgeting uncomfortably already.

"Calm down," Dr. Pike chuckled. "Nobody is going to see you other than me, and, trust me, I've seen it all." Elizabeth somehow doubted that; the woman was older than her, sure, but she still seemed somewhat young for a doctor. 

Her words just made Elizabeth less sure about this whole thing she'd gotten herself into, at the exact wrong moment... After all, if she'd thought she was trapped before, now she'd practically climbed into the lion's mouth. The last thing she'd want to do was go running down the halls of this place naked, which was exactly what she'd have to do, since the counter with her clothes was in the opposite direction, giving Dr. Pike even more time to catch up with her. Unfortunately, her purse - with her cell phone, her keys, her pepper spray - was there, too. If she'd at least found that last one and had it on top, maybe that would give her an advantage... There was no way she'd be able to find it and use it before Dr. Pike got to her.

She shivered as the stethoscope was pressed against her chest, knowing her heart rate was definitely higher than usual in that moment. Still, it was probably good that the doctor had started with that, since Elizabeth was certain her heart was beating faster and faster with each new phase of the exam, as she was poked and prodded and probed by the strange woman, until it felt like every inch of her had been seen and studied.

"All right, looks good!" Dr. Pike declared, jotting down Elizabeth's meager height and weight, then helping her down off the scale. "Now, come over here, and we'll have you sign your life away."

"What?!" Elizabeth squealed.

"Sorry, sorry," the woman laughed to herself. "Bad joke. But, now that I know you're perfectly fit for the experiment, I do need you to sign some things, to make sure you get compensated."

"R-Right..." That was a big part of why she was here, after all... She'd hate to have gone through all that and then not get paid. She didn't like that the doctor led her to a counter on the opposite side of the room as the one with her things, but, as embarrassing as the exam had been, it had eased her suspicions a bit. No matter how strange Dr. Pike was, she did seem to be an actual doctor, or, at the very least, familiar with how to give a medical exam.

She was determined to read the contract before she signed, yet she barely made it through the first page before she was completely lost in all the jargon, and she wound up flipping through and finding the amount she was going to be paid, which checked out with what the letter had promised. With shaking hands, she picked up the pen, hoping she wasn't making a mistake, and pressed it to the paper.

"Actually," she spoke up before actually writing anything, "could you explain this to me?"

"It's very simple," Dr. Pike nodded. "This one just says we're paying you for participating in this experiment, and that you have to see the whole thing through to get the money. This one is a standard NDA, just to make sure you don't tell any of our competitors about this... We wouldn't want them rushing their own version out before we've perfected ours, would we?" She smiled, not seeming to care that Elizabeth wasn't joining in. "Oh, are you a student at the college?" Elizabeth nodded. "Great!" She opened a drawer, pulling out another sheaf of papers. "This one will cover your tuition."

"What?!" Elizabeth's eyes widened, hardly able to believe what she was hearing.

"Your tuition," the doctor repeated. "We have an arrangement with the school... We donate a lot of money to them, they give us some guinea pigs every now and then... Isn't that why you came?"

"O-Oh... Yeah, of course!" Elizabeth nodded after another stunned moment. Could this be real? This was exactly what she needed... This had to be one of those 'other benefits' the letter had promised, but she'd never imagined they could be something this good. Without giving it a second thought, she started signing.

Almost as quickly, she started to regret her decision, realizing the woman could have been lying to her, or perhaps she had to be going for a certain degree to qualify, but by then, it was too late. A mix of excitement and nerves filled her belly, and she began to turn around, ready to see what this mysterious experiment really was... Only to feel a slight pinching feeling on her bare bottom.

She gasped, spinning around to face Dr. Pike, who was already capping the syringe she'd just injected the girl with. "Wh-What did you do?!" she demanded.

"Don't worry," Dr. Pike smiled down at her. "The worst is over."

"But what was that?!" Elizabeth stomped her foot, shaking her head, not at all liking not knowing what kind of drug was coursing through her veins right then. She gasped as she felt something drip onto her chest, looking down to see some kind of clear liquid there.

"Oh, my, it's started already... It must be because of your size. Open up." Elizabeth frowned, then stepped back clumsily, nearly tripping over herself, as the woman reached into her lab coat and pulled out a large, pink pacifier.

"No!" Elizabeth shook her head, much more vehemently. "I'm not..." She frowned, feeling more wetness, then, horrified, reached a hand up to her mouth, realizing that's where it was coming from. She was drooling!

"It's up to you," Dr. Pike shrugged. "You can either have this, or use your thumb... It's going to be one or the other, though, because I don't want you drooling all over my exam room."

"B-But I don't..." Elizabeth tried to protest, only for the woman to take advantage of her open mouth, shoving the silicon nipple inside. Instantly, the drooling stopped, and, to Elizabeth's horror, she felt her mouth begin to subconsciously suckle on the thing.

"You do now," the doctor informed her. "And you're going to do a lot worse if we don't hurry up. Really, you're so fussy..." She walked back to the exam table, opening one of the shelves beneath it and pulling out something new. At first, Elizabeth didn't recognize it, but as Dr. Pike unfolded it, revealing the bulky padding inside the plastic outer shell, the girl's stomach dropped.

"N-No!" she whimpered behind her pacifier, turning towards the door and taking a stumbling step towards it before falling over herself, giving the woman enough time to catch up, grab her, and easily hoist her up onto the exam table, plopping her in the center of the waiting diaper.

"You really should calm down," Dr. Pike told her, gently pushing her onto her back before squeezing an ample amount of baby lotion onto the girl's privates. "That's the point of all this, after all." 

"B-But I..." Elizabeth blushed, pulling her pacifier out, feeling her cheeks immediately grow wetter as she started to drool again. "I don't need diapers..." Elizabeth pouted, feeling the woman's gloved fingers massage the lotion into her skin. "I-I'm not a baby..."

"For as long as this experiment goes on, you are," the doctor said, sprinkling some baby powder onto her, then reaching for the front of the diaper, tugging it up. "You did sign the papers..."

"Y-Yeah, but..." Elizabeth sniffled, swallowing as she watched the diaper getting taped into place around her. It was so huge and thick, covered in childish designs, very obviously not something a mature young lady like herself ought to be wearing. 

"Just relax," the doctor urged her. "That's what this is all about, remember?" She reached under the table again, this time procuring a pink shirt that she pulled over the girl's head. Elizabeth felt slightly better, knowing she was finally clothed again, but the shirt barely even reached her belly button, and definitely did nothing to hide her bulky diaper.

"But who would want this?!" Elizabeth whined, poking at the stiff, plastic-coated padding, her eyes widening as the motion pushed the diaper closer to her skin inside, and she felt a strange, warm spot. Had she actually used her diaper already?! No way... She hadn't felt it at all! Yet, as she sat up, she felt that warmth again, and realized the spot was even bigger... And still growing. She was leaking, both down there, and from the mouth, as evidenced by the doctor reaching up and wiping her mouth with a washcloth before taking the pacifier from the girl's hand and sticking it back where it belonged.

"You'd be surprised," Dr. Pike smiled. "There are lots of very busy, very powerful people who don't remember how to relax, and let the grown-ups take care of some things... Taking them back to this state makes it easier for them to relinquish control, at least for a little while. I've heard it can be a very nice sensation... You should really try to enjoy it." She shrugged, picking up Elizabeth's old clothes and placing them on the top shelf of the cabinet over the counter, well out of Elizabeth's reach, next to several other sets of clothing. "You aren't getting these back until Tuesday morning either way. Now, come on... I think a little playtime will make you feel better."

She lifted Elizabeth from the table to the floor, then took her hand. Elizabeth's legs had felt unstable before, but now, with the giant diaper between them, she really did feel like a baby, one that was just learning to walk for the first time. "Would you rather crawl?" Dr. Pike asked.

Elizabeth wanted very much to shake her head, yet she couldn't deny that seemed like a better idea. Blushing, she lowered herself to the floor, surprised at how much easier it was to move down there, on all fours, and how much bigger everything looked. The examination room was gigantic, giving her plenty of time to realize what was on the other side of the door as she crossed, trailing further and further behind Dr. Pike as she went.

"What are you doing back there?" the doctor chuckled as she reached the door, turning to see Elizabeth cowering. "Don't worry, this is a private wing... None of our regular clients are here, just other people in the experiment, and those of us taking care of you."

That did make Elizabeth feel a little better; besides, what else was she going to do, spend the whole weekend in the exam room? She wasn't even sure she'd be able to stand back up on her own, she definitely wasn't getting to her old clothes, or her purse... Even if she did, she wouldn't dare put her old panties back on right now... She was pretty sure she was still wetting, although it was hard to tell for sure.

She wasn't sure what to expect, as she crawled down the hallway behind Dr. Pike... As much as she had distrusted the woman before, now she seemed like the only thing Elizabeth could trust, and despite the woman's words of comfort, she still ducked behind her whenever she saw the legs of someone new heading towards her, blushing as nearly all of them commented on how adorable she was. Finally, they reached the next door. "You ready?" Dr. Pike asked with a grin, then, before Elizabeth could decide on her answer, she threw it open.

On the other side was... A daycare. Despite the fact that everyone in there was very clearly an adult, there was no other word for it. Blocks, stuffed animals, and dollhouses were strewn across the floor, a handful of people around her age, all dressed very similarly to her, playing with them as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

"Go on," Dr. Pike urged, giving the girl a swat on the diaper. "Go play... You have a little while before bed."

Elizabeth wanted to know what 'a little while' meant, since she'd come here right after classes, and a quick dinner, so it was barely even 6:30, but before she could ask, Dr. Pike was gone, the door shut behind her. Elizabeth turned back around, her cheeks darkening as she saw the other 'kids' again, even though they looked just like her. Quickly, she scrambled behind the biggest dollhouse, wanting a little privacy.

As she sat, she realized her diaper had definitely transitioned from damp to full-on wet, although it did seem like her bladder was empty, for now. There were a few people strewn around the room in brightly colored clothes, very clearly not part of the experiment, and she assumed she could go to them if she needed a change... Not that she had any intention of doing that. She didn't particularly want to stay in this squishy, rapidly cooling, wet diaper, yet it was still better than crawling up to somebody and begging for a fresh one.

She looked around in awe, her eye drifting towards one cute looking boy, perhaps a year or two older than her, picking up rings and stacking them on a peg, just like any toddler. What had she gotten herself into?! She couldn't imagine making it through the night like this, much less a whole, long weekend... Sitting here, peeing her pants, sucking on a pacifier, with only the most silly, basic toys to entertain her.... She really wanted to go find Dr. Pike and demand she undo this and let her go home... If it was just the regular pay, maybe she would have, but knowing her tuition was going to be covered to kept her planted there, despite her reservations.

"Hi!" She turned around to see a brunette girl, probably eighteen, standing up, thumb at the ready to plunge back into her mouth when she was done talking. "You're new, huh?" Elizabeth nodded shyly. "I like your hair!" Her thumb slipped between her lips as she knelt down, using her other hand to play with Elizabeth's red hair. "Can I play with it?" Elizabeth started to shrug, but before she could even do that, the girl was giggling. "Wow, you're soaked already! Nancy!" 

She said the last word much louder, making Elizabeth jump, barely even recognizing it as a name until one of the 'grown-ups' appeared beside them. "She needs a fresh diapie," the redhead giggled, pointing at Elizabeth. 

Elizabeth gasped, cheeks turning pinker and pinker as Nancy knelt in front of her, checking her diaper. "She certainly does. Thank you, Ella." She patted the other girl on the head, and she beamed. "Hi, my name is Nancy," she said to Elizabeth. "Do you want to come with me for a change?" 

Elizabeth stared up at her, frightened. She didn't want to say yes, and let some other stranger take her diaper off, see her practically naked, clean her, tape her into another one, not after having just gone through that with Dr. Pike... She also didn't want to stay in this wet diaper if she didn't have to, or seem like she wanted that.

"Don't worry, I'll get you back here in a jiffy!" Helen winked. "Come on!" Reluctantly, Elizabeth crawled after her.

"Bring me some hair ribbons!" Ella demanded.

"Good girl," Nancy smiled, helping Elizabeth up onto one of the oversized changing tables. They were much softer than the examination table, covered in plastic rather than paper... But it was hard to take much comfort in that, since they were clearly meant for only one thing. "It's okay," the woman smiled, rubbing Elizabeth's diaper for a moment before starting to untape it. "All babies do this... I'm not mad at you..."

In no time, she had Elizabeth in a fresh diaper and was leading her back to the dollhouse, ribbons in hand. Ella took those from Nancy with a proud smile, then turned to Elizabeth and immediately began pulling her hair into two messy ponytails. "There! Much better!" she declared. "Can you not walk?"

"I-I can," Elizabeth muttered behind the pacifier. "I-I just..."

"Oh, you like crawling?" Ella plopped down on the floor next to her. "I get it."

"No," Elizabeth shook her head.

"You are just so cute!" Ella squealed. "You wanna be my little sister?"

Elizabeth's eyes welled up with tears. This girl was very definitely at least two years younger than her, wearing a diaper with apparently no shame, and she thought she was qualified to be Elizabeth's big sister? And, what was worse, looking at the two of them, Elizabeth could see most anybody making that assumption anyway... Elizabeth was so small anyway, and she was stuck on all fours... She was obviously the baby of the two...

"Hey, it's okay," Ella looked panicked for a moment, then gave Elizabeth a hug. "I guess this is pretty scary, huh? But I promise, it's fun... This is the third time I've participated in this experiment, and it hasn't hurt me at all. If you calm down, I bet you'll even like it." Elizabeth shook her head, sniffling. "Well, even if you don't, it'll be over in a few days, and everything will go back to normal. They've really improved the drug... I don't wet my bed at all once the trail is over anymore." She giggled, then stopped at Elizabeth's horrified expression. "Sorry, bad joke."

"I-I'm not a baby," Elizabeth mumbled behind her pacifier. 

"Of course not," Ella nodded. "You're still a big girl. But I'm used to being a baby now, so why don't I show you the ropes?" She turned to the dollhouse and began to play, grabbing one of the figures and handing it to Elizabeth. "Here!"

Elizabeth watched her reluctantly, then, after a few moments, joined in. To her surprise, she found herself very quickly getting into it, and then, before she knew it, Nancy was behind her. "Come on, you two, it's time for bed. 

"I not tiwed!" Elizabeth pouted, blushing as she realized how different the words had come out than she had intended them. She'd just been so into her game, she'd slipped into it, apparently... 

Ella and Nancy smiled, but neither of them laughed at her, or seemed that surprised. "Night-night!" Ella gave her a hug. "It was fun playing with you, 'Lizabeth!"

"Yeah," Elizabeth nodded, then blushed. "Umm... Y-You can caww me Lizzie, if you want... And... Wiww you stiww be my big sistew?" 

Ella beamed. "Of course! There are so many other fun games for me to show you! We're gonna have so much fun, Lizzie!"

And, as Lizzie crawled to her room, where she was given another diaper change, this time into an extra thick nighttime diaper, put into a footed sleeper, then deposited into a giant crib, with a huge teddy bear and a bottle of warm milk, she had to admit, she was actually looking forward to seeing what her new big sister had to show her. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all... At least, not for one nice, long weekend...