Dollhouse - Part 6 (Patreon)

Mandie giggled as she saw Elizabeth being helped down out of the high chair, looking a little dazed, feeling a bit bloated, from all the mashed peas and carrots and prunes that had just been shoved into her. The diaper was cooler now between her legs, but the swelling from her accident was still very obvious, giving her even more of a waddle as she went to her next class.

"You'd better be careful," Mandie taunted, patting Elizabeth's diaper. "If you leak on the floor, you'll be in biiig trouble!"

"But I can't get a change until tonight!" Elizabeth pouted. "There's nothing I can do about it!"

Mandie shrugged. "Well, I've heard those diapers can hold a lot, so maybe you'll be okay..."

Elizabeth did her best to pay attention at her next class, but it was difficult to focus while she was fidgeting at her desk, diaper squelching at every shift of weight. She was used to thin Goodnites, and small accidents, and being able to run and change right away.... This was completely different, and made her feel completely infantile, especially knowing that everyone in the room knew what she was wearing, and had likely noticed the wet spot on them as well.

From what heard when she was able to pay attention, the history lesson seemed fairly normal... In fact, she was pretty sure she'd learned all of it years ago. Something about it all seemed strange, though, like some tiny details were switched around, or the dates were off somehow... It ought to have been simple, but those changes were just enough to trip her up and make her question herself.

It might not have been so bad if she'd had time to study it all; however, the class ended with a pop quiz. Her memories from real school mixed with the half-heard version she'd just been told, making the whole thing a jumble in her head. She read over the whole test, trying to find something she could answer easily, then glanced up at the clock to see how long she had. To her horror, time was almost up. Unlike earlier, when she'd been trying to keep from peeing herself and time seemed to slow to a crawl, time now seemed to be sped up to an almost comical degreee, leaving her with mere minutes to try to answer.

It did not go well. The teacher shook her head, pulling out a black-headed diaper pin and sticking it through the hem of Elizabeth's shirt. "What does this one mean?" Elizabeth sighed.

"You're going to bed early, young lady," the teacher told her, "without supper."

Honestly, Elizabeth couldn't say she minded too much. She still felt stuffed from lunch, and didn't want to have to choke down more baby food, and the sooner she went to bed, the sooner she could get out of this diaper, even if it was into a fresh one.

The day wore on, with Elizabeth being forced to wet herself again and again, each time fretting as she felt the warm liquid spurt into her diaper, terrified she'd feel it begin to trickle down her legs. She really didn't need to get into any more trouble on her first day. When classes were finally over, Mandie led her to her new room, where she planned on doing her homework, then going to get a diaper change and heading to bed.

Instead, a woman in a nurse's uniform was waiting on her inside. "There you are!" she exclaimed. "All right, hop up here, let's get you taken care of..." On top of the childish bed, a plastic mat was spread out, a fresh diaper waiting on it.

As much as she hated to do it, Elizabeth pointed out, "I-I'm not allowed any more changes until bedtime..."

"Exactly," the nurse smiled. "Up you go!"

"But... I have homework!" Elizabeth could hardly believe she was arguing in favor of homework. She'd been told an early bedtime, but this was ridiculous! The sun was still shining bright outside her window! "I-I have to get it done..." She had no doubt there would be punishments for missing homework...

"You should have thought about that before misbehaving," the nurse shrugged. "Now come here, or I'll put you to bed in that."

Elizabeth sighed and did as she was told, blushing as yet another stranger stripped her and cleaned her up before taping her into a fresh diaper, this one even thicker than the last. Afterwards, she put Elizabeth into some one-piece PJs, whisking away the changing pad. 

"Now, usually, you'll come see me in my office for that," the nurse told her, "but for your first day, I made an exception. Come on, into bed!"

Elizabeth looked up at her, squirming on her bed, which crinkled beneath her even without the changing pad, telling her there was a plastic sheet. "Can't I work on a little homework?" she pleaded.

"Ask me again, and we'll extend one of today's punishments into tomorrow. Which would you prefer, staying in one diaper all day, or no skirt?" the nurse asked. Elizabeth sighed and climbed under the covers, which the nurse tucked tightly around her before switching on a baby monitor on the desk, and setting an alarm for 8 AM the next morning. "No cheating and getting out of bed before the alarm, little one... We'll be watching!" she chanted, booping Elizabeth on the nose. "Don't let the bedbugs bite!"

So, Elizabeth's first day at the Dollhouse ended with her tossing and turning in bed in the middle of the afternoon, her bladder already full again from trying to keep from overflowing her last diaper. Her cell phone, ID, and money were all gone, taken away with the clothes she'd worn in at the Headmistress's office; she hadn't seen any other phones around here she could use to call for help. The luggage she'd brought with her was nowhere to be seen. She was completely at their mercy, under their control... And it seemed very clear that they didn't want the bright young lady she'd walked into this place as, but a compliant, helpless baby doll. She could only hope to find a way to stop from becoming that, before it was too late...