Escape (Patreon)

“Come on Casey, keep it together. Come on.” Casey said to herself in the hot humid forest. Her blood ran cold. She was the furthest she’d ever been from escaping. Casey had planned her escape for months. She’d taken detailed notes of the compound, stole maps of the surrounding area. All of it culminated into this final breakout.

Casey’s heart skipped a beat as she turned her head. “Fuck.” She muttered, her vision was getting wavy. It always did that before she started falling “No, no, no! You’re smart, Case. You very smart. You smartest girl in the whole wide world! Don’ ge all stupid head when dis close...” She could feel her conscious thought getting fuzzy while she tried to concentrate. “How many trees have I passed already? Three…four?.... pur-ple..?” She questioned, trying to think of numbers or things that were more than the number four. It was so hard to imagine anything bigger than that though. Casey stared into the forest while she found herself falling into a lazy blank stare.

“The Re-Thinking” school as they called it. Sounds fancy, but a much more proper description would be, “A mind bending diaper training facility.” Casey had been thrown in there as a form of punishment from her parents for failing out of college. They took in her in with open arms, wanting nothing more than to tinker with the adult side of her brain.

The experiments they did on her brain were devastating. Her potty training was the first to go. They were rather clever with this one. Instead of making Casey physically incontinent, they decided to play a little game on her mind. They rewired her deepest fears to connect with the bathroom. They made the idea of making it on time seem like having to walk through the largest desserts. It worked to say the least. Just the simple thought of even walking into a bathroom invoked the deepest levels of anxiety and fear in her. She quickly took to just going in her diapers.

The surgeons re-worked her brain so using her diapers seemed like the most heavenly act a human could perform. Pure ecstasy poured from the pleasure centers of Casey’s brain the moment she released a flood of pee or mountain of mess into her diaper. Her brain would send her into a beautiful pink fog of babyish thoughts and bliss. It got stronger every time she dumped into her diapers. She was at the point where she’d be baby brained for at least a couple hours before coming back to earth. In fact, she’d been spending more time mentally as a baby the past few months than an adult.

It’s why she found herself struggling mightily to get out of this forest and to freedom. “Oh poopy my head getting’ weawwy… fun-yyy…. Aheheh…” Casey giggled, feeling drool drip from her mouth and onto her left thigh. She looked down at the lines of drool running down her chin and legs. It made her feel all warm and bubby inside for some reason. 

“Dwats fo’ babas…” She babbled, feeling her big girl thoughts deflating like a balloon. She took another step forward, trying her best to cling onto the last strands of cognitive thought. 

“Oh, Casey! Are you done playing?” A voice called from behind. Casey thought about turning around, but for some reason she didn’t want to move. Her body was feeling all warm and tingly suddenly.

“I….*grunt*… poodddyy” She babbled, a dumb smile growing on her face. She pushed her light blue diapered butt out to get a better angle. The warm mush spready quickly through her diapered bum. It filled her brain with oceans of pleasure. Her visual world faded into a bright haze of babyish thoughts and feelings. 

“I wunna be bwugg kwudd bwa wanaa daa..” Casey gurgled, feeling herself fall butt first onto the forest floor.

“What did we tell you about wandering off too far?” The voice said to the zoned-out Casey. She was too busy rubbing the front of her full diaper. It always made her brain feel extra lost and fun. She had no clue why, but it was part of her diaper filling ritual to immediately masturbate afterword’s. 

“10 feet from the door and she’s already baby brained.” A new voice said with a slight chuckle at the end. “Remember when she used to make it at least 30?” It continued; the other voice laughed in response.

“She’s nothing but a diaper filler now. It’s all her brain will ever be.” It said, before Casey felt a few pats on her head.

She’d try next time to escape, like she always did every time they let her out. Even if she could find the physical motor skills to escape, her life would never be the same. She was a diaper obsessed pants filler now, and that’s all her pretty little reduced mind would ever be.