Overnight - Part 3 (Patreon)

The back door was locked, too, all the other windows she could find also shuttered. She thought there must be some other way to deactivate the locks, in case there was a power outage, but she was too tipsy to figure out what it could be. She was, for the time being, anyway, trapped in this daycare, dressed as a baby.

And, to top things off, her bladder was feeling awfully full. It had been getting there all night, really, while she'd been afraid to use the bathroom at the frat house not only because the frat had decorated the halls like a haunted house and she didn't want to have an accident when something jumped out at her, but also because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to get the diaper back on, once it was off.

There had to be a bathroom here, though she couldn't find it for the life of her. There were a number of locked rooms, so she assumed one of them had to be the bathroom, but, while there were obvious keyholes in these doors, they were still every bit as impassable as the ones outside.

Eventually, she gave up, sitting down on the floor of the play room, hugging her stuffed lion anxiously. Her costume's authenticity had helped her win the contest; now, it made her feel like she belonged here, like she was just another toddler, waiting for her Mommy to come pick her up. Eventually, she could hold it anymore, gasping behind her pacifier, hand racing to her crotch, feeling wet warmness flowing into the padding, soaking into it, making it swell up slightly inside the onesie.

The onesie had fit her perfectly, had worked just right with the diaper... Now, however, it was pressing the diaper up against her crotch a little too much, forcing her to confront the mortifying thing she'd been forced to do, even more-so whenever she moved. After a few minutes, she wriggled out of the onesie with a blush, tossing it aside. It wasn't the thing she really wanted to lose, but there weren't likely to be any other diapers around in her size to change into. She did find a pink shirt that she was able to squeeze into before, finally, crawling into one of the cribs to fall asleep.

The room was quite warm, which probably contributed to her getting so sleepy so soon; it definitely caused her to wriggle out of that shirt in her sleep, waking up in the daycare in only her wet diaper, which seemed, possibly, even more wet than before. It was quite the experience, opening her eyes to see herself surrounded by stuffed animals - more than just her lion - and bars, having to remember what had happened the night before.

She didn't hear anyone else in the building, and couldn't find any clocks to tell her what time it was. She crawled out of the crib, dragging a blanket along with her to cover herself if she encountered anyone else, hoping the mystery of the doors would reveal itself to her, now that she'd sobered up some. Instead, she wound up back in the nursery, bored enough to start playing with some of the toys to pass the time, only to wind up so engrossed by them that she somehow didn't hear the door finally open, or even a person walk into the room with her, until they were right next to her.