Escape from Baby World (Part 1) (Patreon)

Chapter 1 :  A Nightmarish Beginning

Those strange dreams kept happening... it was the same ones that you had every single night. Weird visions would pass in front of your eyes but you never really knew what it all meant. It always seemed to be about similar things. You would see strange visions of what appeared to be a nursery. You’d see flashes of diapers, and baby bottles, baby wipes and baby powder. You didn’t even have any younger siblings; why would dreams like this keep coming up? You pondered it whenever you’d wake up from a dream, but you never had an answer for yourself.

On this particular day you were having a strangely vivid dream about a woman. The woman was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and bright eyes that she would use to stare down at you. The weird part of the dream was the fact that she had to stare down at you, because you were lying on your back having your diaper changed. In the dream, having your diaper changed was a normal occurrence, one that happened multiple times a day and felt as simple as eating. Your body wasn’t that of a child though; you were still your adult self. But in this place... you were treated like you were a child.

“There there little one...” The blonde woman would say. “No need to fret, I’m here.” The woman would reach down and check your diaper. This made you blush because she would always giggle when she discovered your diaper was soaking wet. “Don’t worry sweetie, babies like you are supposed to wet their diapers. You can’t help it.” The woman leaned in to give you a tight hug. “Come on baby, let’s get you changed.” You wouldn’t even fight back against her either. In the dream, that’s just how things were. You were a good baby. You did what you were told. You obeyed...

You let out a gasp as your alarm clock woke you up from the dream. By almost instinct you feared the worst. You looked down at your sheets. It couldn’t be... you flipped off your covers and you were horrified to see what you found! Your pants all wet! The dream had been a little bit more than a fantasy! You had actually wet yourself! Hopping out of bed, you looked down at the sheets themselves and down at your own legs. You reached down and felt your legs, and you smelled the sheets. Then you sighed in relief. It wasn’t urine, only sweat.

You took a breath as you calmed down; you had freaked yourself out. You were 18 years old for Pete’s sake, did you really think you were gonna wet the bed? That was ridiculous... right?

Sitting at your desk you looked around the room at the red walls. This had been your room for a long time; but when you woke up from one of your... “baby” dreams, the place felt strangely foreign and unfamiliar.

Shrugging off the incident, you grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower. You had to get ready for school. After taking a quick warm shower, you dried yourself off and got dressed. You paused momentarily as you glanced at yourself in your full length mirror. The underwear you were wearing looked very different then the diaper you had on in your dream, it was a lot dryer too.

You shook your head out of a daze as you kept going about getting ready. Why did that dream keep coming up in your mind? For that matter, why did you keep having that dream in the first place?

After you finished getting dressed you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs and grabbed some breakfast.

“Good morning baby,” The memories of your dream made you cringe at the nickname as your mother walked into the room.

“Mom,” You whined. “Don’t call me that. I’m 18.” Your mother smiled at you. She leaned in and pinched you on the cheek.

“Oh sweetie, don’t you know that no matter how old you get you’ll always be Mommy’s little baby.” You scowled at your mother and pulled away from her pinching fingers.

“Oh mom...” You muttered, shaking your head. You hated it when she treated you like a child.

Looking at your watch you realized that you only had about 5 more minutes until the bus came! You quickly threw your shoes on and grab some breakfast to-go before flying out the door!

Taking the bus to school was not your most favorite thing to do in the world because that meant you had to ride the bus with Billy and Angela. These two were terror twins who you had despised since the first grade after they had gotten you in trouble for destroying the other children’s toy block castles. (Which you had witnessed them do themselves.)

Unfortunately for you, you had to take the bus to school with them every day. When you had first started doing it, you didn’t think it would be so bad. The first day of school this year you had chatted with them and things had seem to be pretty normal. You thought, maybe they had grown up. Maybe you could actually be friends with them.

Those thoughts were quickly shattered when Billy came up behind you, while Angela was distracting you by talking to you in the aisle, and pulled down your pants. You had frozen in fear as the whole school bus got a good look at your underwear on the first day of senior year of high school. After that incident you had been on your guard whenever you got on the bus.

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Today was no different. You were on the bus reading a book in peace, when Billy and Angela got onto the bus after arriving at their stop. To your chagrin, Angela sat in the seat in front of you and Billy sat in the seat behind you.

“How’s it going baby?” Angela mocked. The young girl knew how much you hated being called that, possibly even more than your Mother did. The terror twins looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh shove off,” You say under your breath.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Billy said. “Baby was it? Is that what you liked to be called?” Billy smirked at you. “Maybe we should make you look like one too...”

You didn’t like the sound of that, what was he talking about. Before you could figure out what he meant though, Billy had already acted upon his threat.

With a water bottle in his hands Billy had dumped the contents all over your lap. Your jaw dropped as you watched your crotch grow as wet as it had looked in your nightmare...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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