CYOA: Escape Room - Chapter 11 (Story) (Patreon)

As Alecia glanced around the room, she immediately felt stupid; the dollhouse! Of course that was where she ought to look for more dolls! Scooping up the two she'd already found, she waddled over to the dollhouse, falling down onto her knees in front of it like an eager toddler, ready to play.

They were just dolls, she assumed - or hoped, really, considering all the weirdness that had happened in this place, and especially in the TV - but she couldn't help being careful when she set them down, not wanting to break them. Whether they were connected to the people they looked like or not, she was sure they were important, and she didn't want to not be able to solve whatever puzzle they were needed for because she'd been too clumsy with one.

The dollhouse was absolutely huge, and closed, so she worried it would be difficult to get into at all, but once she'd flipped open the latch holding it shut, it swung open easily, revealing an almost overwhelming number of rooms of all kinds. "Whoa," she whispered, sitting down with a soggy crinkle, taking it all in. It was three floors, and each of them seemed to sprawl on and on, going from libraries to gyms to nurseries with seemingly little sense of flow or continuity.

It was nearly too much to take in, though she did immediately spot one thing that seemed out of place. She leaned forward, picking it up, turning it over in her hands. It was the corner of a wooden puzzle, and, after turning it around every way a couple times, she was able to deduce that it was the lower left piece, since it had the back legs of what appeared to be a cat on it. She nibbled lip, feeling like this was probably important, too, in some way, but setting it aside for the moment. She already had two dolls, after all, and a dollhouse... She was sure she was much closer with this.

Was the third doll, the little Serena, there already? She would have assumed that would be easy to tell, yet, with so many rooms, she wasn't so certain... She tried to scan the house, room by room, finding herself leaning in closer to examine it, and closer and closer... She blushed, shook her head, reminding herself that, if the doll was the same size as the others, it wouldn't be that difficult...

Except... She couldn't help it. She tried to lean back, to pull away, only to find herself seeming to lean in more, the house getting nearer, and bigger in her vision, as she squeaked in fright, attempting to scoot back, to avoid it. The dollhouse was big, yes, but it wasn't anywhere near big enough for her... Right? And yet, the more it pulled her forward, sliding her across the floor towards it, the less positive she was of that, the tiny rooms appearing larger and larger, and, if she didn't know any better, she'd think it was from something more than just her perspective on them changing...

And then, suddenly, she wasn't sitting on the floor of the escape room anymore; she was sitting in the middle of a dining room, staring up at a large table looming over her, made of pink plastic. "Wh-What?" she frowned, confused, turning to look around, flinching instinctively as she saw the daycare outside, even more gigantic than it had been before, and something huge swinging towards her rapidly. She ducked down, covering her head, whimpering. 

Even from that position, she could see everything getting dark, and then lighting back up. When she dared to lift her head again, there was no sign of the daycare at all, just the dining room, filled with plastic furniture, lit by what she could see now appeared to be a bulb from a strand of Christmas tree lights. "No way," she gasped, eyes widening as she scrambled to her feet, her hands feeling the plastic beneath them as she pushed herself up. When she was standing, she could see that the food on the table was all plastic, too.

She was inside the dollhouse! She looked down at herself quickly, running her hands over her bare skin, ensuring that she hadn't been turned into a doll herself. The idea seemed absurd... But was it really any less likely than any of the rest of this? Thankfully, she could feel flesh there, although it wasn't much of a comfort when she was trapped inside this place. Clearly, the dollhouse had been closed, and she suspected the latch was shut again... Not that it mattered much, since there was no way, at her current size, she'd be pushing open half of a three story building.

Frantically, she waddled over to the window, throwing aside the curtains and peering out the clear, plastic window. On the other side, she saw... herself. She was sitting there, looming large over the closed dollhouse, thumb in her mouth, staring vacantly down at the floor. "Hey!" she called, banging on the window, half hoping that it would pop out. "Hey, let me out!"

She shivered slightly as she saw the giant version of herself bend down, obviously hearing her, only to let out a giggle, and nothing more. Maybe that was for the best, she supposed... Who knew what it would do if it got its hands on her, and she wasn't sure it was clever enough for her to communicate to it to open the dollhouse to let her out. But... How else was she going to get out of here?!

She gave the window another tap, finding it just as solid as before. There didn't appear to be any way to open it, either. "Okay," she sighed, trying to calm herself down. "There has to be something else..."

She scanned the dining room, scurrying over to the table to grab one of the plastic knives sitting next to the plates, waiting for the fake food to be served on them. It was nice, being large enough again that she could do that, since she had no doubt that any table back in the escape room would be so huge to her that she'd have to climb onto a chair first to even think about reaching the top, but the scale was still off, the utensils bigger than they ought to be in comparison to her, likely so they'd be big enough for anyone playing with the dollhouse to be able to pick up.

She shuddered at that thought, and at the sight of herself outside. That version of her was the size of a toddler, she knew... Which meant she was positively tiny now, more than small enough for that thing to pick her up and pop her in its mouth, if it wanted, and, as blank as its expression was, she wouldn't have been surprised if it tried it, like a real toddler might have.

She jabbed at the window with the knife, but the 'blade' quickly bent, doing no damage whatsoever to the window. She threw it down in disgust, giving up on the window and toddling away from the room, trying in vain to remember the layout of the house to lead her to the front door, hoping she'd have better luck with that than a window. 

The next room she went into, however, certainly wasn't the foyer. Instead, it appeared to be an aquarium, the walls covered by stacks of plastic cubes filled with tiny, plastic fish, floating in what looked like real water. They were stacked so high, she had to get up on her tiptoes to reach into the top one and discover that, indeed, she was right. "Well, I guess I won't die of dehydration here, anyway," she mumbled. Beyond that, though, she wasn't sure what to do here, and kept going through the door to find herself in a movie theater.

It didn't look like a home theater, either - other than everything being made out of plastic, it looked like a screen at a proper theater, with cloth curtains hanging on the walls, the dim lighting making it difficult to see where she was going, and a large screen on one wall that lit up once she was halfway across the room, showing...

Another image of herself. She tried to look away, but the bright lights were too much for her to resist, and she felt her legs stop moving as she turned, cheeks blazing as she recognized what she was seeing. It was what had happened while she was in the TV! There she was, in her diaper and sneakers, stumbling awkwardly through her alphabet, surrounded by the rest of her squad.

She blushed, covering her face with her hands in mortification. It had felt real then, too, but, somehow, seeing it now, from the outside, looking at how utterly infantile she really did look, so clearly and almost immediately lost, so vapid and clueless... Maybe there was no point in trying to get out of this escape room. Maybe this was where she belonged... She was just a weak, pathetic, brainless little baby...

She hardly even realized she was starting to sit until she felt the squish of her wet diaper beneath her. Thankfully, that was enough to snap her out of it, to make her hop up off of the theater seat, to keep from continuing to wallow in her humiliation. She stared down at her feet, clamping her hands over her ears to muffle the sound of her own voice, and the laughter of the other cheerleaders, and stumbled forward, to the next door...

And there, to her great relief, was the foyer. She toddled straight to the front door, grabbing at the handle... And, of course, finding it locked. Or was it molded shut? She hadn't tried it out, obviously, when she was bigger, so she had no idea if it was for show, or if it was actually functional. It definitely wasn't budging now, even when she threw her whole weight against it. Part of her wished she'd brought one of the knives from the dining room, if only to try to slide the blade between the door and the frame, to see if it was all one piece or not... But what that worth going back there to try out?

She did, she noted, see a hole in the door handle, where a key might go... She had never heard of a dollhouse that locked, but she'd also never heard of one that sucked those playing with it inside, either, so who knew? It might be worth searching for that... Though, that would take time, and she didn't have a ton of that left. There were more windows in this room, too, letting her see the huge room outside. They felt the same as the one from the dining room, and had no way to open, either; could she find something to break them somewhere in this place? She couldn't afford to be trapped in here for too long, with time still ticking away outside... Unfortunately, she thought with a gulp, she might not have much in that matter...

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Serena looked down at her sagging diaper with a blush, but she couldn't shake the idea that it was the key... At least to this particular 'puzzle', such as it was. Was this escape room really set up so that the way for them to get out was to force them to use their diapers?! She squirmed at the thought, though, in a way, it was almost a comfort... It meant that it had probably been inevitable, that it wasn't really her fault, that she would have had to do it eventually...

For now, however, she had to decide what she was going to do about it. The changing table was right there, of course, and there were plenty of supplies... Did she really feel up to climbing up it again? To trying to haul those supplies up with her? And, to be honest, she didn't have a ton of experience changing diapers at all, and none with changing herself... Starting with a messy diaper didn't seem like a good idea... And, if she was right about this being necessary... Well, it would be worth using up one of their hints, right?

"E-Excuse me?" she fidgeted, feeling very much like a toddler in the moment, knowing what she was about to do. "C-Could I have a... a ch-change, please?"

"What's wrong?" Serena jumped at the sound of the woman's voice, starting to turn to face it, only to feel a huge hand reaching down, giving the seat of her diaper a pat. "Uh-oh," the woman teased, running her hand up the girl's lumpy backside, hooking a finger into the waistband, tugging it out. "I thought so," she smirked, as if she hadn't already known. "Did you make a messy, sweetie?"

"N-No!" Serena answered automatically, feeling suddenly bashful with the woman looming over her, looking so smug.

"Oh, you didn't?" the woman raised an eyebrow. "I guess you don't need a change after all, then. I'd better get going..."

"N-No!" Serena repeated, grabbing the hem of the woman's dress. "N-No, you're right... I-I did..."

"You did what?" the woman smiled, kneeling down in front of her. "What did you do, Serena?"

Serena groaned, face burning. "I-I... m-made a messy..." she stammered.

"Where?" the woman demanded. "Where did you make your messy, Serena?"

In a way, having to admit it, to say it out loud, was almost as bad as doing it in the first place... Almost. "I-I made a messy i-in my d-diaper," she whimpered.

"Yes, you did," the woman agreed. "And right in front of all your classmates, too... How embarrassing! But... Not too embarrassing, I suppose, because you waited this long to ask for a change. What's wrong, sweetie? Do you like running around in poopy Pampers?"

"N-No!" Serena shook her head, letting out a yelp as the woman picked her up, laying her down on the top of the changing table. Immediately, the woman reached for something, and, almost before she could process it, Serena felt something soft being wrapped around her wrist. "H-Hey!" her eyes widened, but it was already too late, as she heard a click. She gave a tug, heart lurching when she reached the end of the strap attached to the wristcuff. She hadn't seen that when she was up there before; now, the woman was already wrapping another around her other wrist. "Y-You don't have to do that!"

"I don't want you to fall off and hurt yourself," the woman claimed, securing the other cuff, then moving on to Serena's ankles, easily avoiding her kicks as she strapped her down, leaving her completely at her mercy. "Now, then," she grinned down at the helpless, shrunken young woman in front of her, "let's see what I can do for you..."

Serena blushed bright red as she watched the woman tear open the tapes on her diaper, revealing the icky mess inside. "My, my," she teased, waving a hand in front of her nose. "You really did make a messy, didn't you?"

Serena couldn't bring herself to answer, even though the answer was very obvious to both of them at the moment. She stayed silent, mortified, as the woman cleaned her off, wiping her down until, finally, she felt clean again. The woman balled the diaper up, taping it into a bundle, and carried it over to the diaper pail. The lid lifted, moving upwards this down, rather than down into itself, and the woman dropped the diaper into it, the lid closing again. Serena squirmed, craning her neck in her restraints, trying to peek inside. Fortunately, she was at just the right angle to catch a glimpse and see that, while the pail was certainly not full, the diaper had taken up a fair amount of space inside. It would probably only take a couple more, she estimated... Hopefully, she wasn't going to have to provide all of those herself, though, the last she'd seen, Alecia's diaper was still perfectly fine.

Almost as if she was reading her mind - and, after everything else, it wouldn't have surprised Serena that much - the woman pulled a fresh diaper up from the shelves below the girl, setting it down... And then grabbing another. "You really did fill that one up, didn't you?" she mocked. "So much, in fact, that I think it would be a good idea to double you up."

"D-Double?!" Serena thrashed uselessly in her bonds. It had been hard enough toddling around in one of those diapers... How much harder would it be with two?! She hoped she'd be able to walk, but she wasn't sure... At the very least, it was definitely going to slow her down, which was not good, with as fast as time was running out for her to get out of this escape room. "I-I don't need..."

"You're right," the woman nodded. "After a mess like that, you really need three."

"Th-Three?!" Serena squealed, head spinning. 

"That's right," the woman patted her on the head, setting a third diaper on the pile, Serena gulping as she saw how big and bulky it was. "You're really going to have to work to fill these," she gave the stack a pat, "up enough to deserve another change."

"B-But... Th-That's not fair!" Serena whined. She'd just figured out she what she needed to do, and now... How was she going to use her diapers enough now, when there were so many layers?! She thumped her mittened hands, and her Mary Jane clad feet, against the padded, crinkly surface of the changing table in frustration, while the woman opened up the first of the diapers, sliding it under her bottom, sprinkling on a bit of powder before taping it snugly into place.

"Poor baby," the woman tickled her under the chin. "I bet I know what will make you feel better..."

She reached under the table one more time, this time producing what seemed to be a plastic egg, pink, of course. Serena furrowed her brow, confused until the second diaper was spread out beneath her, and the egg placed inside it, tucked snugly into just the right spot, the woman turning it on with a smirk right before she pulled the front of the diaper up, guaranteeing it would stay perfectly in place as it began to vibrate.

"Oh!" Serena gasped, her toes curling inside her Mary Janes as the motion took her by surprise. She hated to admit it, but it felt incredible, reverberating through the padding of her diaper... She had to remind herself that wasn't a good thing, that this was hardly the time or place... She'd done some embarrassing things in her diapers already, but, somehow, that seemed like it would be the worst...

"Th-This isn't fair!" she whimpered again, wiggling her bottom, unable to escape the vibrations while the woman prepared the third layer. "H-How am I supposed to concentrate on getting out of here, with..."

"Oh, sweetie," the woman chuckled condescendingly. "You're not going to get out of here." 

"Y-Yes, I am!" Serena insisted.

"Come on, Serena," the woman shook her head. "You don't even want to. I saw what happened on the TV... Everyone saw. We all know you want to stay here, in your big, thick diapers, and your sweet little dress, like the adorable baby you are. And look at your friend. It looks like she's given up. Why don't you, too?"

Serena bit her bottom lip, turning her head to look at Alecia. It certainly looked like the woman was telling the truth... The cheerleader was sitting there, in front of the dollhouse, staring at it. She wasn't even playing with it, just sucking her thumb, a vacant look on her face. "Wh-What did you do to her?!"

"I didn't do anything," the woman said, taping up the final diaper and finally undoing the straps, lifting Serena down and setting her on the floor on her hugely padded bottom. Serena attempted to pull herself up onto her feet, but the diapers were too big, guaranteeing that she wouldn't be able to do anything more than crawl... She groaned, pawing at her diapers, trying to push the vibrator away, to keep it from distracting her, her mittens keeping her from being able to do that, either.

"And you don't have to do anything either," the woman told her. "You can just sit here and enjoy yourself for your last twenty minutes... Nobody will blame you."

"Tw-Twenty minutes?" Serena stared up at her nervously. Was that all that was left?! And here she was, stuck crawling, unable to use her hands, constantly distracted by the vibrator, both determined not to let herself have an orgasm in such a humiliating circumstance, and, in the back of her mind, wanting nothing more, after only a minute or two of feeling the buzz of the egg... She wasn't even sure she could do all of the things in the room now, despite them being designed for toddlers.

"That's right," the woman grinned. "Twenty minutes, and all three of you are mine forever..."

What should Alecia do?

Keep exploring the dollhouse?

Look for a key for door?

Go back for knife?

Look for something to break down door or window?

Try asking for a change in here?

Or try asking for a hint?

And what should Serena do?

Look at the ring toys?

Investigate the toy box?

Go check on Alecia at the dollhouse?

Check out the coloring books?

Investigate the jack in the box?

Go down the slide?

Climb into the tunnels?

Or ask for a hint?

The Roll Report:

Alecia rolled very well to find the puzzle piece, but then, thanks to her penalties from the traps, wasn't quite able to work out what to do with the house at a quick glance when searching for the third doll, and just barely missed her roll to resist the dollhouse's trap. Then, she got close, but failed again when trying to deduce how to get out. Her next roll, to get through the theater room safely, was even worse, though she was able to break free. I gave her one more chance, and she did slightly better, but still nowhere near good enough to get away.

Serena didn't have quite as many rolls, since she was restrained for most of the time. I did roll to see if she could avoid that, which she failed, to see if she was able to look into the diaper pail, which she did very well on, and to see what would be used on her during the change from a list of several different options. She actually didn't end up with the very worst, though her luck wasn't great this time around, either, so she got pretty close.