A Dollhouse Halloween - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Jessica stirred softly in her crib, opening her mouth to yawn, only to become more aware of the inflated pacifier, her mouth automatically starting to nurse on it peacefully. For a moment, she felt warm, and safe, and content...

And then, suddenly, there was too much warmth, an unexpected pressure in her bladder that was immediately released, the thick, bulky diaper between her legs swelling as she wet herself. Her face instantly began to scrunch up, the almost overwhelming desire to burst into tears washing over her, a few beginning to form in the corner of her eyes while she sucked harder and harder on her paci, blushing as she heard the sound of whimpering, as she realized she hadn't been able to resist, that she was crying like a baby after all.

She squirmed in her crib, confused, overwhelmed by it all, her cries briefly turning into moans as, sometimes, her pink, fuzzy footed sleeper pressed the sodden padding of her diaper against her crotch in just the right way before, finally, she managed to climb to her feet, clinging to the bars of the crib as she stared out at the adult-sized nursery she was trapped in.

She gulped, her fuzzy memories of the night before starting to play through her mind, reminding her of what was going on, why she was here. Ms. Barlow... She'd done this, had overpowered her, diapered her, taken her to the party... She supposed she ought to be grateful the rest of her faculty had seemingly not recognized her, hadn't known it was their boss, the Headmistress of the school, they were seeing dolled up, filling her diapers... Surely if they had known it was her, however, they wouldn't have brought her here, changed her, put her in front of the video...

That video... Even the thought of it, her inner eye beginning to replay it against her will, was enough to make her mind begin to go blank, to fill with fog. Her knees shook, gave out on her, giving her no choice other than to crawl when she noticed the huge teddy bear in one corner of her crib. She climbed up onto it, nuzzling its soft fur, then started to grind on it, rubbing her soggy diaper against its leg, drool forming behind her bobbing pacifier.

She groaned, gasping as she snapped out of it. What was she doing?! She didn't do this kind of thing, and, even if she did, she certainly couldn't allow herself to do it now. She had to get out of here, get back to her office before the Nursery worker found her here, and either realized who she was, and what an opportunity they had, having the Headmistress trapped and at their mercy, or didn't, and started up the next round of hypnosis... Or before Ms. Barlow came to visit, and saw how well this had worked.

She fumbled with the zipper on the sleeper, glad that it hadn't been decided that she looked like a troublemaker who needed a locking one, yanking it down and kicking it off, leaving her in just the thick, swollen diaper. She bit down on her pacifier, staring at the diaper, at the humiliating baby print, at the discoloration, hand shaking as she reached down, tentatively touching it, feeling exactly how soaked it was. Clearly, she'd gone at least once during the night... And she'd only watched one video.

With a shiver, she pulled her hand away as if the diaper had burned her. She had to get out of here... But, when she looked away, pulled the release on the crib to lower the side, she heard it rattle. Examined it again, she saw the large, heart-shaped lock on the crib.

She stretched a hand through the bars, grasping the lock, knowing that there was a hidden release on it, one only the workers knew about, just in case the worst happened, and a student managed to overpower them, get them into the crib. Unfortunately, in the moment, as panic began to wash over her, she couldn't remember how it worked.

She whimpered, imagining being caught like this, having to try to explain it, even if she got a worker who would give her the chance. Would they believe her? It wasn't a good look for a Headmistress, that was certain... And what if, after she did, they sided with Ms. Barlow?

She sucked harder on the pacifier, struggling to think, only to start worrying more and more about being too slow, about being sat down for another video, all of her adult knowledge becoming even harder for her to access. If she was having this much trouble now, what hope would she have of getting away after a second round? And, if she was here to whole day, there would be time for a third, too, perhaps a fourth...

Finally, she heard a click, felt her thumb press down on something on the lock, and it came loose in her hand, so unexpected that it went tumbling to the floor, her mind unable to react fast enough to grab onto it. She cringed, bracing herself for the sound of impact, but it was barely audible, landing on the soft, fuzzy carpet.

With a proud grin, she pressed the release on the railing again, and it slid down, its far larger size making a much bigger crash. She gasped into her paci, feeling another spurt of warmth as she stared, wide-eyed, at the door, knowing the rooms were monitored well enough that they'd definitely have noticed that, wondering if, perhaps, she ought to grab the lock, try to pull the side back up and re-secure it, pretend she was asleep...

Across the room, a phone began to ring, an old-fashioned rotary one, kept high up, out of the reach of students - at least once their ability to walk had been brainwashed out of them - used mostly to have supplies brought in without caretakers needing to leave the room, interrupt a session. They also worked for this sort of situation, too, of course, for checking in.

Knowing that, if it went unanswered, she'd soon have a visitor, she hopped out of the crib, her balance suddenly failing her with no bars to cling onto to help her stay standing, making her fall onto her bottom with a wet splat, tears once again filling her eyes, threatening to turn into a full tantrum before she got it under control. Grunting, she attempting to push herself back to her feet, getting only partway there, then bumping back against the floor and giving up, crawling across the room, finding that far easier and quicker.

She was able to use the shelves to pull herself up, wobbling just a bit as she picked up the receiver and began to speak, forgetting all about the pacifier between her lips, the way she was unconsciously suckling on it, allowing nothing but baby babble to escape through it, thankfully quiet enough that the person on the other end didn't seem to notice.

"Hello?" one of the nurses asked. "What's going on? Do I need to come down there?"

It took another moment for the Headmistress to remember how to deflate the pacifier so she could pluck it from her mouth, having a hard time keeping her thumb from slipping in to replace it as she focused, trying to speak. "Th-This is Jes.. Jessi..." Her voice sounded wrong, somehow, a little too high and squeaky, her own name too long for her to handle. She didn't even usually go by her name here, making her wonder if the nurse would know who it was.

By some stroke of luck, she did, apparently. "Oh, Jessica! Sorry, I didn't realize you were over here. I thought maybe you weren't feeling well, since I didn't see you are the party last night. Is everything all right, dear? Do you need any help?"

Jessica gulped, staring nervously across the room at the door, knowing it was locked, too, that it wouldn't be as easy to get out of it as it had been to escape her crib. Her gaze wandered downwards, to the swollen diaper around her waist, uncertain how, really, she had planned to get out of the room and through the school like this anyway.

There was one way she could do that... And that was with help. If she played her cards right, hopefully the nurse would never know... "I-I'm in a hurry," she managed to say, focusing with all her might on speaking like a grown-up. "C-Could you send someone for the baby in this room, a-and dress her appropriately, a-and bring her to me, a-and..." She shook her head, all of those words starting to get jumbled up in her mind.

"And feed her breakfast?" the nurse finished for her.

"Uh-huh," Jessica nodded, that sounding good, at least until she hung up, remembered that she had been talking about herself. She looked at the phone, wanting to call back, to cancel the last part, but even if she could remember the number of the nurse's office, the dial seemed so complicated, so difficult to use... And now, she needed to get herself re-dressed and back into her crib so she could pretend to be a student, being escorted to her own office.

She attempted to maintain the focus that had allowed her to be enough of an adult to speak on the phone, to use it to keep her balance after letting go of the shelves she was clinging to, making it only a couple steps before falling onto her hands and knees again, legs feeling too weak to hold her up. She crawled back to the crib, stomach churning as she gawked up at it, the idea of climbing up into it now, much less getting back into her footed sleeper, seeming next to impossible.

She groaned, looking around the room anxiously, wondering what she was going to do now, only to spot a large, sheepskin rug. She knew she should stay away, knowing that was where she had been sat yesterday for her hypnosis... But she also knew it was even softer, comfier, than the rest of the carpet, and all she wanted to do was go lay on it. Almost against her will, she felt herself begin to crawl over onto it, flopping down onto her tummy on it.

Her hand moved up to her face so she could suck her thumb again, just for her to realize she was still clinging to her pacifier, which she put into her mouth instead, instinct taking over and making her give it a twist, expanding it. She hardly minded, though, the sensation of it growing only increasing how soothing it felt as she regressed, feet kicking lightly behind herself, not even hearing the sound of the door opening, seeing the two women that entered.

"What is she doing out of her crib?" one of them asked. "Isn't it too early for that?"

Jessica gasped, turning to see her assistant, Lisa, one of the last people she wanted to see her this way. There was no clock in here, no real windows, no way for her to know what time it was, but she'd assumed she wouldn't be there yet... Clearly, she was mistaken.

Lisa towered over her, even when Jessica had her heels on, and always dressed borderline inappropriately for a school, although Jessica didn't mind it. Many of her students used to dress the same way, after all, and seeing someone who still got to be an adult, still got to flaunt their maturity while they were stuck in childish school uniforms, helped remind them of their place.

Lisa was also quite dumb, however, and usually no help at all. Jessica couldn't really blame her for that, however... She'd hired her knowing that would be the case, was simply biding her time, waiting for the right moment to demote the bimbo into a student as well, once she'd served her initial purpose... She was letting the students be jealous of Lisa, wish they could be her, and then she was going to show them that not even Lisa was safe. 

She had been getting close to moving on to that phase, too, having instructed Lisa to choose one of the more mature students, start training her. She'd claimed it was because Lisa was so invaluable that she needed someone to fill in for her when she went on vacation, but, really, she was preparing her own replacement. That was, Jessica had to assume, who the young woman with her was, in her uniform. From her vantage point there on the floor, squirming on the rug in only her soaked diaper and the pacifier locked between her lips, she could see that the younger woman was in big girl panties, making her so much more aware of the utter immaturity of her own 'outfit.'

Lisa bent down, scooping Jessica up as the Headmistress did her best to keep her face hidden. "All right, Fae, this is your first lesson," she instructed. "This isn't something we have to do every day, but often enough that you'll know how to do it. Changing a baby..."

Jessica was laid down onto the changing table, eyes widening as she unwittingly locked eyes with her assistant, worry washing over her as she prayed that the woman was as stupid as she believed, that she wouldn't recognize her. Lisa's head tilted. "That's odd," she said.

"What is?" Fae asked.

Jessica sucked on her paci frantically as she heard the tapes on her diaper starting to be ripped open, her instincts starting to take over as she began to play with her toes vacantly like any other brainwashed Nursery student. "She doesn't have a collar," Lisa observed. "I don't think I've seen her before, either." Jessica was conscious enough to feel grateful for a moment about that seeming to be what had bothered Lisa, until she continued. "She also kinda looks like the Headmistress, don't you think? What's your name, sweetie?"

Jessica blushed nervously, a part of her wanting to tell the truth, to enlist Lisa's help. She probably wasn't clever enough to try to hold this over her head... Or, if she was, she could just go through with her plan, enroll her in the school, confident that no teacher would believe a lowly student when she claimed she'd seen the Headmistress in the Nursery.

And then, the worst happened, as she became aware of a pain in her tummy, and, instantly, her bowels gave in, her mind too regressed to fight back, to keep herself from pushing a wet, squishy mess into the seat of her diaper. She began to sob as she saw Lisa giggle, watching her, carefully re-fastening the one tape she'd removed until she was finished. "Silly me," Lisa said. "I guess you're too little to answer, huh? Do you want to finish up, Fae?"

Clearly, she just didn't want to deal with a messy diaper, but Fae either didn't mind, or was that eager to prove she was a big girl... Or hadn't been around enough babies to realize what was happening. "Okay!" she chirped, grabbing a diaper from the table.

"No, no," Lisa shook her head. "Better go with two for her."

As mortifying as it was, having her messy diaper changed by one of her students, she did feel herself start to calm down as she was cleaned up, taped into her new diapers, lying on her back, staring up at Fae the whole time, nursing on her paci. She even giggled softly when Fae gave her bottom a pat when she finished up. "Does baby want to make cummies now?" Fae asked, picking up one more item from the changing table.

Jessica knew she ought to say no, sucking harder on the pacifier as she stared up at the vibrator, but just the sight of it made her mind begin to empty out again, and as soon as it was pressed against her clean diapers, she had no hope of resisting. She squirmed and moaned, drooling, nodding vacantly as Fae asked, "Does the baby like that?"

"That's enough, Fae," Lisa told her, setting the outfit she'd picked out down onto the changing table. And she was right, Jessica moaning as the orgasm washed over her, not fighting in the least as she was dressed, her assistant tying a white baby bonnet onto her head, pulling booties onto her feet and thick mittens onto her hands. "We'd better get the baby dressed and brought down for breakfast. The Headmistress doesn't like to be kept waiting." 

It wasn't until they were done, and Lisa had picked her up, resting her on her hips, hauling her out in the halls that Jessica was able to think properly again, to realize how humiliating it was, being carried like this through her own school, like an actual child, with no heels or grown-up clothes, just the sort of outfit only the most regressed student was taken out of the Nursery in. She whimpered, seeing her office, mere feet away for a brief moment before Lisa turned the other way, heading, instead, to the nurse's office.