4 – Change-a Change-a Change Me

A loud popping sound drove Dotty out of her nap. Restless limbs had her out of bed before she was fully conscious. The bedroom was empty, just as Mommy – as Dr. O’Flogger had left her in it. Looking down, Dotty confirmed that she was wearing nothing but a large diaper. As much as she didn’t to reunite with Charles looking like a baby, searching a strange building naked appealed even less.

There was no sign of her clothes, even in the trash. Dotty had checked the bin next to the changing table just in case, but all she found was the pullup she’d wet when earlier. She blushed to remember how much of a baby she’d been for Dr. O’Flogger. Quickly, her hand went to the crotch of her diaper.

Still dry. Thank god. Dotty considered the baby clothes in the room’s dresser, but she wasn’t sure they’d fit. Plus, it feels like putting myself even more in enemy hands. I have to find Charles and get out of here. Screw the Wi-Fi!

No one stopped her from opening the door or creeping along the hall. Though there were other doorways, Dotty knew that Charles had been taken to the opposite wing of the house. Getting back to the central area seemed most important.

I can’t believe I’m going to reunite with Charles, while I’m in a diaper. He’s never going to let me live this down! Maybe he’ll – make me wear one on car trips. Dotty shivered at the thought. From dread or excitement, she couldn’t say.

Back in the nursery room, with its oversized furniture, Dotty tried to remember which door Charles had been taken through. A quick search of the room revealed a new addition. Next to the enormous armchair was a monitor stand with half a dozen screens branching off it. They seemed to be cycling through views of the rooms and hallways of the facility.

Jackpot! Maybe our luck is finally turning! Dotty ran to the chair and climbed into it, feeling ridiculous on the broad expanse of upholstery. Each of the screens had a pair of buttons. One made the screen show its next camera right away, the other stopped the screen on a specific scene.

Dotty played the screen buttons like a brightly colored musical organ. At her command the screens flickered past scenes of Hoi Polloi and Violet – up to who-knows what, Lesbiab running about, and many empty rooms.

When she finally found Charles, Dotty almost flicked past the camera in his room. At the last moment, she hit the stabilization button instead. He looks like he’s alright! Alright meant in a pullup, but that’s how she’d been before Dr. O’Flogger had taken her down a sexy, childish path. If Charles still had his wits about him, they could surely escape…

Dotty’s hopes were dashed as the camera’s view was eclipsed by the shoulders and broad hat of Dr. Fanny O’Flogger. Riveted in place by fear and fascination, Dotty watched while…

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Betty Beige: It is perhaps better to bring in another eyewitness account at this point, as our Hero was just as forthcoming with the details as his fiancé was.

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Charles shuddered as the massive woman approached him. There was something hypnotizing about her. Probably because she uses actual hypnosis! Snap out of it, Charlie!

“Listen, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but…”

“Hush, Little Boy.” Dr. O’Flogger scooped Charles onto her hip like he was made of paper. A rush of excitement had Charles blushing – and hard. He quivered as Dr. O’Flogger stroked the back of his head and neck.

“D-Dr. O’Flogger, I think there’s been some…”

“Call me Mommy, Charlie.” Fanny O’Flogger smiled sweetly, pulling Charles’ face inexorably onto her titanic bosom. “Call me Mommy, and I’ll be the Mommy you’ve always wanted.”

His arms were braced against the giant woman but were trembling uselessly. Charles could feel a flush over his entire body. Swaddled in a pullup, his cocked was throbbing, harder than he could ever remember it being. As soon as his face met that broad, velvety expanse of cleavage, Charles’ brain filled with static.

“M-mommy.”

“Good boy! Now let’s get you out of this silly pullup. Baby boys like you need a nice thick diaper.”

Pathetically, Charles found himself reaching for Mommy when she put him on the bed. She tore the pullup sides with a mere flick of her finger and peeled it open. With an amused expression, Mommy shook her head and clucked her tongue.

“Dear, dear, this is too much of a big-boy thing for a little boy like you to have. Let’s get that fixed.”

Before Charles could ask what the fix was going to be, Mommy’s massive hand was gripping the whole of his shaft. Her hand was slick with lotion, rubbing and squeezing all along Charles’ hardness, her thumb flicking across the tip.

Struggling earned Charles a pacifier in the mouth and his hands pinned above his head. It was easy to give in to Mommy, and that surrender felt like heaven. Far too fast the tingling in Charles’ boy parts made him twitch his hips and spread a puddle across his tummy.

While he panted around the pacifier, exhausted, Charles felt wet wipes cleaning him off. Something cool and oddly shaped enclosed his sex. He sat up on his elbows to catch a glimpse of a gleaming metal cage surrounding his bits, fixing his cock in a soft, curved shape.

No sooner had he sat up than Mommy had him on his back again. The smells and feel of powder and lotion combined with a persistent hum in the room to dull Charles’s mind. Sucking on the pacifier felt like it was taking all of his brainpower.

Mommy had Charles in a fat diaper, but she didn’t stop there. While he groped greedily for her, she worked his arms and legs into a one-piece pajama. With a gorgeous, head-sized breast coming at his face, Charles let go of all remaining thought and his bladder together. Wet and happy, he put his lips on Mommy’s nipple.

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Betty Beige: We now return to our Heroine, who has not at all liked seeing Charles’ little show…

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Dotty wanted to scream. How could he! At least one of us was supposed to be strong! It was an unfair thought, for certain. Watching Charles capitulate even more easily than she had was terrifying for poor Dotty. Escape was looking like less and less of a possibility. Except that Dotty couldn’t allow herself to become a brainless Baby-doll like Tammy.

A soft sound sent Dotty into a flat crouch on the armchair. Peeking out, she didn’t see Violet or Hoi Polloi. The sound had come from the crib. Tammy was napping there, though she was stirring.

Out of escape ideas for the moment, Dotty let her fascination take hold and approached the crib. Tammy was every bit as beautiful as she’d been at her demonstration. Seeing her asleep added a layer of cuteness that made Dotty’s heart go out to the other girl.

Later, Dotty would tell herself that she was trying to wake Tammy up, so she could rescue the hypnotized girl too. Truthfully, she couldn’t stop herself from touching that soft, flawless skin. Tammy was warm and smelled like vanilla flowers. An irresistible desire to snuggle with the Baby Girl gripped Dotty. It was a simple matter to find the switch that lowered the crib side.

As the crib bars came down, something small and hard hit Dotty in the head. She yelped, then clapped her hand over her mouth. Luckily, no one seemed to have taken note. Picking up the thing that had brained her, Dotty realized she was holding Tammy’s remote. The poor girl had her remote set to “Sleep”. It was clearly effective. Tammy hadn’t so much as twitched when Dotty cried out.

Gingerly, Dotty adjusted settings on the remote. Turning off sleep seemed like an important step. There was  switch marked “Free” which was off. Knowing it was too good to be true, Dotty turned that switch on. Oh, I hope she’s back to normal! I hope there’s one person here that’s normal!

“Is it play time?” Tammy sat up and stretched, smiling angelically at Dotty. She was a sexy Adult-Baby mirror of Dotty, wearing nothing but a diaper. Tammy’s perfect breasts swayed with their own form of hypnosis before Dotty’s eyes.

“You’re free now, right? We can get you out of here. We can escape!”

Tammy giggled. “I don’t know how to play Escape, sorry! But you’re really pretty, if you come in my crib I know a game we can play.”

“I shouldn’t…” Dotty said, climbing into Tammy’s crib.

“It’s okay, Mommy’s not here to say no.” Tammy wasted no time, pulling Dotty into a face to face embrace. Their mouths met, sending a tingle through Dotty’s lips.

“We – were going to play, right?” Dotty said, trying desperately to clear her head.

“Right!” Tammy squirmed against Dotty. Her leg forced its way between Dotty’s, until they were each straddling one another’s thigh. Tammy bit her lip in concentration. Warmth spread across Dotty’s thigh as Tammy’s diaper sagged.

“You’re peeing!” Dotty squirmed against the other girl, unable to decide if she was trying to get away or rub their chests together.

“You need to potty too, then we can play.” Tammy kissed Dotty’s neck sweetly. An involuntary moan rose out of Dotty.

Resistance was a stupid idea. Whatever pretty, friendly Tammy wanted, Dotty wanted too. If she needed to wet her diaper to “play”, well she’d already wet a pullup and her pants. Pressing her sweat-slick body against Tammy, Dotty flooded her diaper.

Hearing Tammy moan when Dotty’s accident hit, drove Dotty wild. They kissed again, with Dotty’s hands roaming all over Tammy’s tight body. Tammy had her hands on Dotty’s breasts. The lightest pinch on her nipples started Dotty grinding against Tammy’s leg.

Tammy answered immediately, grinding back against Dotty. Heat and wet smashed against Dotty’s sex until she felt like her crotch was on fire. The slick padding touched her like the gentlest of hands. Dotty was moaning in time with Tammy, gasping and kissing whatever she could reach.

With the pure delight of Tammy’s breasts under her hands, Dotty leaned in hard on the other girl’s leg. Pressure built up in her hips, expanding through her body until it exploded in her mind. They shrieked and moaned together, falling to the crib bedding and pressing their hips together in desperation.

The shudders subsided, but not until they had left Dotty and Tammy as disheveled, filthy wrecks on the covers. Pleasure had taken Dotty to a place where words didn’t exist. As she struggled back toward language, her first thought was that it had been even better with Tammy than it had been with Mommy.

I’m COVERED in potty – I mean pee. A new, dry diaper sounded wonderful. Dotty nuzzled the blissed out girl next to her.

“Cha-cha-change me. Tammy, I’m all dirty. Change – a – change my diaper – please.”

“Will you change mine?” Tammy stroked Dotty’s side dreamily.

“Yes.” Dotty sealed her promise with a kiss.

Giggling like bandits, they raided the changing table for diapers and supplies before returning to their love nest. Dotty laid out luxuriously for her lover, sighing in relief when Tammy tore her diaper tapes. Flirty touches with the wipes were fun, but leaving large swaths of Dotty feeling itchy.

“Tammy, you’re missing spots.”

“Show me.” Tammy grabbed Dotty’s hand and put it on her own diaper’s tapes.

With a shy smile, Dotty tore Tammy’s tapes and stripped the girl of her soiled diaper. She took a wipe and caressed Tammy’s leg – her thigh – between her legs to her rear. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, Tammy mirrored Dotty’s motions.

Tammy was on top of Dotty again when they finished, kissing her sweetly. Dotty tore the top off the baby powder with a devilish grin and dumped the whole bottle out on the blankets. Shrieking and tickling each other, they rolled in the powder until their bottoms were coated.

Dotty laid Tammy down with reverent care and wrapped her in a diaper. With the tapes secured, she let her hands wander over the Baby Girl’s soft skin. Tammy let Dotty touch as she wanted, reaching down to wrap a diaper snugly around Dotty’s hips as well.

By some miracle, there was an un-soiled blanket in the crib. Dotty pulled it over both of them and cuddled up to Tammy with a happy sigh. They fitted their curves against each other and cuddled in blissful silence.

5 – One Two Three, Dotty McGee / Pink Pretty World

Betty Beige: That bliss was not to last, however, for there was another visitor to the facility that day. Little did Charles and Dotty know that they were embroiled in machinations beyond their undergraduate-level ken.

—–

Dr. O’Flogger stalked into the nursery, pulling a sheepish-looking Charles by the hand. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, Little Man. An advance scout were you?”

Charles sounded like he was protesting, but from behind the pacifier in his mouth the words were only mumbles. His steps were comically short next to the cyclopean O’Flogger, forcing him to stumble along like a toddler.

“Let’s see if you can explain what’s on the MONITOR!” O’Flogger tossed Charles effortlessly onto the armchair, poking at the monitor screens until they showed a progression of cameras through the house.

Violet and Hoi Polloi made their way from one camera to the next as they moved through the facility. Their path was a straight line, but on the monitors they bounced disjointedly from one screen to another. Between them was a frustrated looking woman that made Charles gasp so that his pacifier tumbled into his lap. She was wearing a three-piece tweed suit and had a smart butch haircut.

“EXACTLY!” Dr. O’Flogger turned dramatically, sweeping her arm at the main nursery door. On cue, Violet and Hoi Polloi entered with their captive.

“Dr. Magnussen!”

“Hello Charles. Dr. O’Flogger, we meet at last,” said Dr. Magnusson. Dotty peeked under the blankets in shock to see her and Charles’ advisor in the bizarre place that had imprisoned them.

“Oh yes, Doctor Magnusson, I know exactly why you and your Little protégés are here. Well you’re too late! With all three of you here, there will be no one to save you.” Fanny smirked, crossing her arms under her ponderous breasts.

“You are very clever, O’Flogger, but don’t think that you’ve gotten away with this. Charles, are you alright?”

“Well I…”

“Oh no one CARES!” O’Flogger said dismissively. “I know what you’re really here to see, Magnusson. Well feast your eyes, my diminutive doctor, upon the ultimate triumph of Baby-Hypnosis!”

Dotty bolted from the crib as O’Flogger approached. Tammy came with her. They held hands as they scurried across the room before the shocked eyes of the rest of the room. Hoi Polloi moved to cut them off from one door, and Dotty reversed direction. Violet made for the other door. That left only the main door, with Dr. O’Flogger in the way.

Dotty and Tammy came to a halt, panting and looking up at their Mommy guiltily. O’Flogger had her arms akimbo, with a grimly disappointed frown on her face.

“It’s one thing to see Dotty misbehaving like this, but Tammy! What has gotten into you?”

“I uh – uh…” Tammy’s eyes darted back and forth. “Baba?”

“Don’t give me that, I know you’re in free mode. You’re both in big trouble.” O’Flogger pulled a massive wooden spoon from her cleavage. It loomed in her hand like a centurion’s sword.

With a shrill scream of fear, Dotty ran for the door Hoi Polloi was guarding. He squared his shoulders and went for the block, but Dotty and Tammy snatched up stuffies and pelted him in the face.

Through the door and running down an unfamiliar hall, Dotty and Tammy glanced over their shoulders. Dr. O’Flogger was after them in a fine rage, with Dr. Magnussen on her heels. Trundling behind in his thick diaper, Charles was calling Dotty’s name.

“One, two, three, Dotty McGee!” Dr. O’Flogger called after her. “You get your behind here now. If I have to count to three, Ms. McGee, you won’t sit down again for a month!”

A tight circular staircase seemed like it might slow down the massive mommy. Dotty darted up it, her lungs and thighs burning from running up stairs at full tilt. Tammy and Dotty stumbled out into a room full of weird equipment. There were no exits.

Why are there no exits?!

Backing away from the stairway, Dotty glanced around desperately. Helmets with wires coming off them were stacked neatly on shelves. Along another wall were headphones with nobs and nixie tubes sticking out of them. An old vacuum tube computer dominated one part of the room while a table held more than two dozen sleek modern tablets.

Time had run out, Dr. O’Flogger was upon them. Unlike Dotty, the huge mommy was not at all bewildered by the mess of gadgets in her lab. She snatched up a baby rattle and pointed it at Dotty and Tammy.

“I didn’t want to have to do this! I wanted a nice, sensual descent into hypnotic babyhood for you. But you leave me no choice, Dotty!”

“What is that thing!?”

“It’s a Babyification Hypnotizer Device.” Dr. Magnussen said grimly. “Come here Dotty, and your friend too. I can shield us from the AB-Rays.”

“That’s what you think, you so-called-Doctor!” O’Flogger turned the rattle on Dr. Magnussen and pressed a button on the handle.

The rattle end lit up hot pink and began rattling with a tremendous noise. Dotty and Tammy were driven to their knees by the thundering racket. Charles, who had just reached the lab, was reduced to crawling up the last few steps.

Dr. Magnussen tried to block with a grey armband, but she was engulfed in pink sparkles like she’d been hit by a confetti cannon. Bravely, the Doctor held her stance for a few moments – until a childish wail came out of her mouth.

Dotty watched in fascinated horror as blotch of wet spread out from Dr. Magnusson’s crotch, soaking her tweed pants. Magnusson fell to her knees, crying and holding her crotch. Charles was the next hit by the ray. He shrieked in discomfort as a dark blotch spread out across the back of his diaper.

Dotty whimpered and backed up against the wall. There was nowhere to go. Mommy was looming over the stairs, which were the only way out. The pink sparkles came for her and…

—–

Betty Beige: Readers will have to forgive the next section, as it was transcribed directly from the subject while she was under Reverse-Cyber-Hypnosis.

The subject recovered nearly entirely from the experience. By experience, I mean the trauma she experienced in the O’Flogger facility. There is no need to recover from Reverse-Cyber-Hypnosis, as it is perfectly safe to use, even on children and marmosets.

Yes, Dotty is quite recovered. Though she experiences – relapses, which are mercifully brief.

For now.

—–

Pretty sparkles made Dotty giggle! She swatted at them, managing to catch a few in her clumsy hands. There were pretty sparkles all over her play partner. Dotty mashed them against beautiful Tammy’s boobies. They both laughed and danced around each other.

Wet spread across Dotty’s crotch and rear. It didn’t bother her. Potties meant that she could do super fun play with Tammy! Then Mommy could take care of them both.

Mommy! Dotty looked up with delight at Mommy. She had two bad babies over one arm, and had just scooped Tammy up with the other. Dotty held her arms out for uppies. Mommy paused, surprised, then scooped Dotty up to her bosom. Dotty snuggled happily against Mommy, hanging on to Mommy’s boobies.

“Well, this is a surprise. Even Tammy didn’t take to the Babyfication ray like this. At least not before I – well, that doesn’t matter to you now, does it Baby Girl?”

“Mommy!” Dotty giggled. “I wanna play with Tammy!”

“I suppose you can, while I deal with these other two. Come on, it’s back to the nursery for all babies.”

The trip was nice. Dotty had her face in Mommy’s boobies the whole time. She didn’t even have to be sad when Mommy put her down, because Tammy was there. Tammy’s boobies weren’t as big, but they were more fun to play with.

Dotty rolled around a blanket in her soggy diaper, snuggling with Tammy. Her friend was just as happily empty-headed as she was. They took delight in tickling each other, staring at their hands, or just laughing at each other’s weird facial expressions.

Mommy was lecturing the bad babies. Dotty was a good baby! She was so happy to be a good baby that could play with her bestest friend Tammy forever and ever. They’d do all the squirmy games, until Mommy put them to bed.

“What do you think you’re doing!? You insolent imbeciles, you’re the ones who let our guests roam around at will in the first place!” Mommy’s voice was sharp, upset. It made Dotty’s tummy upset. She sat up on her squishy butt to see what was wrong.

Hoi Polloi and Violet were standing together at the end of the room. They weren’t in their boring clothes anymore. They had fancy silver clothes! Dotty clapped her hands in glee. Violet was holding a golden thing in her hand that had a flashing bulb at the end. It was so bright that it made Dotty’s eyes all blinky and sore.

“Your reckless capturing of mortals has doomed our endeavors here. I’m taking command of this expedition and announcing its finale, with immediate effect.” Violet raised the flashing bulbs at Mommy.

“I don’t know what you think you have in your hand, but you lack the authority to bring me back and survive the trial that would follow!” Mommy was mad – but scared too. If Mommy was scared, then Dotty was too. She tried to be brave, but she couldn’t help whimpering a little.

“Oh, this little thing? I have in my hands a laser capable of firing a beam of pure Fluffmancy.” Violet said arrogantly. “We won’t be taking you back at all – except as a trophy for our stuffie wall.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mommy shouted. A beam of green energy lanced out of the bulb. Tammy shrieked, and hurled herself in the way of the beam. Dotty’s bestest super friend sparkled with terrible mauve and cyan light.

The blinding light cleared. Where Tammy had been, there was now an adorable bunny stuffie. Dotty blinked at it and tried waving.

“Tammy?” Dotty got no response from the stuffie.

A second beam of light shot out while Dotty was distracted by the stuffie. She looked up in time to see Mommy swathed in hues of radiant viridian and vermillion. It was very Christmassy, but too eldritch to be fun. Mommy ballooned into a monumental teddy bear.

It was a very confusing development for Dottie. On the one hand – SUPER BIG TEDDY BEAR! On the other, who was going to be Mommy now? While she pondered that, she crawled over to Charles. He was a super special extra good friend too. The nice teacher lady was a baby now too, so it seemed like she’d have a lot of baby friends at least.

One moment Dotty was acquainting herself with her new friends, and the next she heard Hoi Polloi scream, “Fire the Ejection Module!”

A cyclone of pillows emerged from the floor, scooping Dotty and her friends up like they were being launched into Oz. They went spinning out under sky, whirling in an endless tornado of pillows and stuffies. The landing was soft and squooshy, especially in Dotty’s pants.

Giggling, she watched as Mommy’s house blinked in colors and dissolved into pretty pink sparkles. The cars that had been parked out in front of it were gone, even the driveway was gone. Dotty was in a mushy diaper, half-buried in a pile of pillows in a field. What remained of the only human habitation in sight was so much pink glitter on the wind.

“Again, again!” Dotty giggled, clapping her hands.

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Betty Beige: What is happiness after all, except an unburdening of thought?

Does the infant possess what the Buddhist seeks in vain?

Sweet dreams, sweet Littles.

Sweet.

Dreams.