[Dinoland Stories] The Stinky Slide (Patreon)

(One of my stranger fantasies is a cartoon world run by oversized dinosaur creatures who love to capture humans and trap them as babies. Here's just one story from their most recent captive...)

Being trapped in Dinoland, forced to play the part of a helpless toddler girl, I was no stranger to constant babyish humiliation. Each day was filled with a number of blushy red-faced torments courtesy of my plump Dino caretaker "Mama Barbie" and her various friends.

However, her overbearing baby treatments were nothing compared to what lay in store at Dino Daycare. Every Tuesday, Mama would deposit me into the care of this hellish facility. There my long, exhausting day was spent nervously trying to avoid the attention of the daycare staff, hoping to remain anonymous among the other unfortunate human captives of this bizarre realm.

Unfortunately, today my mind began to wander during playtime, and I neglected to continue building a block tower with the other so-called "babies." My idle hands were quickly noticed by the daycare attendant Miss Trixie, and I gulped nervously as the green horned woman grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet.

"Not enjoying playtime?" She asked with a cruel grin. "Seems like someone needs a bit of physical stimulation. Let's get you over to the Stinky Slide!"

"No, not the slide!" I protested, but I knew I had little choice in the matter. Already her hand was firmly around my wrist, leading me over to one of my most hated nursery contraptions. To an outsider it might have looked like little more than a big plastic slide leading into a pit of colorful balls, but the fiendish device was far worse than it seemed.

First Miss Trixie bent me over the padded rail next to the slide. "Stay still for your special slide surprise!" she said cheerfully, and I turned my head nervously to watch as she took a thick glycerin suppository from its foil wrapper. With practiced motions she quickly tugged down the back of my oversized dino diapers, expertly sliding the greased capsule into my waiting bottom hole. I whimpered as she stood me back on my feet, very aware of the new intruder in my delicate rear passage.

"Okay baby girl, stinky slide time!" Miss Trixie commanded. I gulped, already dreading my climb up the plastic ladder, but knowing that any hesitation might earn me more punishment points. Nervously I ascended the ladder rungs, soon finding myself at the top of the steep slide. I obediently sat down on my thickly diapered rump, looking down in horror at the pit of multicolored balls below. "Good girl!" Trixie called to me. "One hour of slide time starts now!"

Without warning the mechanical hands built into the slide gave me a firm push, and I helplessly slid towards the balls below, my entire body soon disappearing into a colorful plastic hell.

"What's wrong with a dip in a plastic ballpit?" you may be wondering. Well unfortunately, these are not the standard hollow plastic balls of your Earth world, as the strange technological advancements of Dinoland are designed to inflict maximum humiliation upon their overgrown baby victims.

This so-called "Buzzy Ballpit" was a large rubber pool filled with special balls that vibrated upon contact with their helpless victim. Once lowered into the pool it’s basically impossible to climb out, the occupant uselessly thrashing amidst the constantly shifting and shaking balls.

To add to the torment, some of the balls are programmed for a very special purpose. These vibrating fiends first seek out the captive's tummy, rubbing and massaging the gut to help stimulate the suppository inside. The goal of course to help achieve the "stinky" release that gives the slide its name.

Trapped deep beneath the sea of buzzy balls, I try desperately to fend off the onslaught of tummy ticklers, hoping to spare myself the ultimate indignity. But my efforts to force them away simply cause me to become exhausted, and I whimper helplessly as the balls cover my stomach area, moving in slow practiced circles to loosen the heavy mess waiting inside me.

Soon the inevitable happens, the balls having successfully stimulated my special suppository, freeing up the yucky brown mush in my bowels and preparing it for exit. And exit it does, me gasping for air as the first waves of hot brown sludge begin to fill the seat of my plastic dino diapers. Tears fill my eyes as I grow frustrated at my helplessness, unable to stop myself from pushing out wave after wave of stinky mush, my diapers expanding to accommodate the oversized poo poo load.

After what seems like an eternity my body finally finishes emptying the contents of my tummy into my plush padding. Yet there is no time for rest, as already the slide has detected a successful release and is preparing the next stage of my torment.

Sure enough, a foam-padded mechanical claw is soon dropped into the pit. I struggle to escape its mechanical grasp, but it is pointless as always, the claw digging under my arms and swiftly lifting me into the air. During my short flight through the air I see Miss Trixie across the room, helping another miserable toddler into a baby swing. Spotting me mid-air she smiles and waves, and my hatred for her patronizing attitude brings another wave of tears to my eyes.

As the crane swings towards the top of the slide I bite my lip, trying to prepare for what comes next. My mechanical captor unceremoniously releases its grip, causing my mushy diaper seat to land full force onto the slide.

I moan in disgust, the impact of my landing causing the mushy squishy load in my dino diapers to spread out all around my bottom, infiltrating some of my most sensitive crevices. Whatever parts of my bottom had escaped from the mucky mess are quickly coated in stinky sludge following my second miserable trip down the slide, another push from the slide's mechanical arms sending me back into the buzzy ballpit with my brown bottom squishing and squelching all the way.

Back in the pool, I again thrash and squirm against the vibrating violators, who now have a new mission. Sensing the mess in my diapers they begin to crowd around my bottom, roughly poking and prodding my ruined padding. I moan in humiliation as I helplessly push another poopy present into my dino diapers, the buzzy balls assaulting my stinky seat and smushing my muddy mess against me as I whimper in protest.

What follows is an endless repetition of these horrible torments. Mean Mr. Claw snatching me up from my ballpit prison, roughly dropping me on my padded butt before the mechanical arms shove me down the stinky slide, another few minutes fighting against the buzzy ball's poopy pamper prodding before Mr. Claw decides I'm ready for another humiliating ride down the slide.

By the time my hour of Stinky Slide session ends I am an obvious wreck, my face red and stained with tears. As Mr. Claw finally deposits me back onto the nursery floor I immediately fall to my knees, shaking and sniffling from the traumatic experience. I don't have long to recover from my poopy playtime however, as Miss Trixie soon reappears to take charge of me.

"Welcome back, baby girl!" She said cheerfully, clearly ignoring my sniffles. "I hope you enjoyed your special fun time on the stinky slide!"

"Y-yes ma'am" I lied, knowing the answer that was expected of me.

"Oh goodie!" She said, clapping her hands together. "Maybe you'd like another hour of slide time then?"

"N-no!" I blurted out. She eyed me coldly, and I gulped, knowing my protests could be considered a sin. "I-I-I wouldn't want to prevent the other kids from taking a turn!" I fibbed.

"Aw, what a considerate baby girl you are" Trixie said, patting my head. "Though you're also a very stinky girl. Pee yew!" She held her nose playfully, patting my filthy-covered bottom. "However, you're not due for a change until after feeding time. The feeding funnels are all occupied, so I guess you'll have to settle for a suckytime session with Mommy Giggles."

"Nooooo!" I whimpered, but my protests were obviously ignored. Miss Trixie just grinned and grabbed my wrist, pulling me down the hall towards my humiliating feeding session with my inflatable mommy.

But that's a story for another time…