BabyStar [Mature Content] - Page 2

LittleAdam · 01-11-2008

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Originally Posted by garnetandblack2107

You still have me interested

Me as well

Mugiwara · 12-11-2008

Yeah its definitly intresting. But Skylar has to get revenge somehow!

Laram · 16-11-2008

It Is, Rather Intresting, Hope You Post The Next Chapter Soon. :P

Harano · 16-11-2008

For what it's worth, I couldn't see someone chloroforming (what you must be implying with the 'wipes' that knocked him out) themselves. That's why in the movies you always see someone victimized in such a fashion grabbed forcibly from behind and made to inhale it for a bit.

It smells awful, like, so awful you could just pass out if you didn't get away from it. Your body's natural instinct is to do such. It also won't put someone out in a single sniff. I didn't read much beyond that, so I can't comment on the rest.

satyrical · 17-11-2008

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Originally Posted by Harano

I didn't read much beyond that, so I can't comment on the rest.

Haha, if that made you stop, you were probably better off not reading any further- the story certainly requires a suspension of disbelief.

I'm sorry for not posting a new chapter in a while- I'm busy with school and writing a novel for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), so it's unlikely you'll see anything before December. Sorry.

**C_C_C_Otter** · 17-11-2008

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Originally Posted by woof

it's unlikely you'll see anything before December. Sorry.

It's worth the wait

Laram · 20-11-2008

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Originally Posted by C_C_C_Otter

It's worth the wait

Agreed, It Is Well Worth The Wait...

-Waiting Patiently- :P

Rosy · 25-11-2008

I'm looking forward to more of this

satyrical · 02-12-2008

Sorry for the wait. Here's Chapter #3. I always enjoy comments.

Skylar crawled after Ms. Rosen back into the kitchen. She unlocked the highchair and then reached down and picked him up. He was surprised at her strength- he was not a heavy kid in the least bit, but he was 13 years old, and she lifted him with ease. She sat him down in the highchair and locked the tray in front of him. The plastic highchair seat was cold and hard against Skylar's bare back and legs, but it was better than rubbing his hands and knees against the carpet when he crawled around. She put a plastic bib around his neck.

"Just sit still, little baby, I'll have your dinner prepared for you in a few minutes," Ms. Rosen said. She went to the cupboards and pulled out a half dozen jars of baby food, as well as several large baby bottles. Then it was to the fridge, where she grabbed a jug of milk and filled each bottle to the top. She went back to the cupboards and pulled out a large tin of powdered baby formula. She put a heaping scoop of the powder in each bottle, stirred them, and then put the tops on. She put the bottles and jars on the tray in front of Skylar, and then grabbed a baby spoon from a drawer. She sat down in front of Skylar, opened the first bottle of baby food and scooped out a spoonful. "Okay baby, time for your food!"

Skylar was admittedly starving. He had no idea how long he had gone without food, but his stomach was screaming for some nourishment. As much as he hated the idea of eating baby food, fed to him as if he were a baby, he had to eat. Ms. Rosen put the spoon up to his mouth, and he opened his mouth and ate the food off of the spoon. "Ooh, what a hungry baby!" Ms. Rosen exclaimed. "I hope he likes the food."

It was creamed carrots or something like that- Skylar really couldn't tell. He just noticed that it was mushy and incredibly, incredibly salty. But it was food, and his body wanted it. Ms. Rosen brought him another spoonful and he gobbled it down. It took about twelve spoons to finish off the small jar, and Skylar was left incredibly thirsty from the saltiness of the food. He eyed the bottles. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was liquid. He grabbed one and began to suck it down. The baby formula gave the milk a weird vanilla-like taste, but Skylar didn't really care. He had to quench his thirst.

Before he realized it, Skylar had downed the entire bottle. He put it down and saw that Ms. Rosen had opened another jar of baby food. She took a spoonful of it and offered it to him. "Baby sure likes his bottle! I wonder if he'll like this food!" Skylar put his mouth over the spoon and ate the food. This one was still mushy, but it was spicy and flavourful, and Skylar was still starving. After another dozen-or-so spoonfuls, the second jar was finished. "Does baby want another bottle?" Ms. Rosen asked. Skylar shook his head. He didn't want to say anything to her.

She opened another jar and fed Skylar another spoonful. This one was very spicy. Skylar choked it back and then grabbed another bottle and started drinking from it. He'd finished half of it when he put it down. Ms. Rosen put another spoonful in front of his mouth, but he shook his head. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, little baby, what was that?"

"No," Skylar said. "I don't want that."

Ms. Rosen smiled, and then forced the spoon into Skylar's mouth. He swallowed it back, his tastebuds burning again. "Oh you silly little diaper-wearing baby," she said, wagging her finger. "You should know babies don't get to decide what they eat. They eat whatever they're given, and if they don't, they get a bad, bad punishment. Does little baby understand?" Skylar nodded. "I'm sorry, why don't you say it? Baby can talk, can't he?"

"Yes," Skylar said meekly, his mouth on fire. "I understand."

"I like that," Ms. Rosen said. "But I want you to call me 'Mommy', since that is what I am to you now."

"But you're not my-"

"Call me Mommy, little baby, or mommy will have to punish you."

"Yes mommy."

"Good." She took another spoonful of the baby food. "Now, is baby going to cooperate?"

"Yes mommy." Skylar ate another bite of the spicy food, then immediately drank the rest of the second bottle. He belched, and Ms. Rosen laughed. "Burping just like a little baby! How adorable." Another spoonful went into Skylar's mouth, and he found that it wasn't as spicy anymore- either he was getting used to it, or his tastebuds had all been burnt to a crisp. Still, he had to keep drinking from the bottles to prevent his mouth from feeling like it was going to breathe flames. By the time he had finished off the jar of food, he'd consumed three full bottles.

Ms. Rosen got up and refilled all of the bottles with more milk and formula. Then she sat back down and opened the next jar. "I hope little baby likes this one more." She fed him a spoonful. It was smooth and sweet, a great relief from the last jar. Skylar ate it up quickly. His stomach was now feeling bloated from drinking all of the bottles of baby formula, but he was still hungry. The next jar was the same- purple-coloured, sweet, smooth baby food. The last jar was again very salty, and even though Skylar had drank more milk than a cow could produce in a day, he still had sucked back an entire bottle by the time the jar was done.

"Is baby still hungry?" Ms. Rosen asked.

"No... mommy," Skylar said. If anything, he was feeling very full right now.

Ms. Rosen smiled. "Well, mommy has to eat now, so why don't you watch your favourite TV show while I'm doing that?" She removed all the empty jars and bottles from the tray, then unlocked it and lifted Skylar up. She felt his diaper. "Are you still dry? Sheesh, maybe you aren't a baby after all. I was supposed to get a baby who would use his diaper." She put him on the ground. "Baby Skylar, if you don't wet your diapers by tomorrow morning, I'm just going to have to let you go and get another BabyStar. No one watching is going to want to see a baby who doesn't go in his diapers."

"Really?... mommy?" Skylar asked, his face brightening.

"I'm absolutely serious. I promise: if your diaper is still dry at 7am tomorrow, I'll take you home and you'll never see me again. Now, let's go to the living room." She walked out of the kitchen, and Skylar crawled after her. His hope was renewed- all he had to do was hold his bladder until the next morning, and then he'd be free!

Once in the living room, Ms. Rosen grabbed the huge playpen and moved it to the centre of the room. Then she opened one of the sides. "Crawl inside, little-bitty baby," she said. Skylar did so, and Ms. Rosen closed and locked the side. She went over to the big-screen TV and inserted a DVD into the player. The theme song for Barney and Friends blasted through the surround-sound speakers. "I'll be back when the episode is over."

Through the mesh playpen walls that were too high to climb, Skylar watched, with very little interest, Barney teach the children about friendship. There was something much bigger on his mind- his bladder was filling up by the second, and was now begging for relief. He calculated quickly that he'd drank about five bottles of milk during dinner, plus the two when he had been unlocked from the bed. That was seven bottles, or over a gallon of milk. It was going to have to pass through his system eventually.

Skylar crossed his legs as he stood, watching the TV. He had a strong bladder- he could go through a day at school without using the washroom. And if he could stay dry until the morning, he would be free. Plus, it felt good to know that the sickos watching him online would not get the satisfaction of seeing him wet himself like a baby.

As the Barney episode progressed, the pressure in Skylar's bladder grew and grew. He kept his legs crossed and fidgeted to try to make himself feel better. From the kitchen came the same of pizza. Ms. Rosen was cooking up some delicious meal, while he had been forced to eat the mushy baby food and formula.

Eventually, the episode ended, and Ms. Rosen came back into the room and opened the playpen door. "Okay baby, hope you liked that episode and that you paid attention. It's time for bed now, so mommy will carry you up there." She lifted him up and held him like a baby. "Oh, my little baby is so cute, yes he is!" She tickled his stomach, and causing Skylar to laugh. His bladder relaxed, and he caught it from releasing just in time.

Ms. Rosen carried Skylar upstairs and into a room that had not been on the tour. It was a tiny bathroom, with just a cupboard and sink- no toilet. Still holding Skylar, she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a baby toothbush and toothpaste. "We don't want our little baby to be getting an cavities!" Then she brushed Skylar's teeth while still holding him in her arms. Once she was finished, she filled a cup with water and gave it to him to rinse his mouth out. He spat the water into the sink, and she carried him out of the bathroom and into the nursery.

Ms. Rosen opened the top of the crib and lay Skylar in it. "Did baby have a good day?" she asked.

Skylar said nothing. His bladder was aching. But he was going to get through the night and she was going to bring him home in a dry diaper- well, preferably no diaper at all. He wanted his normal clothes back.

"Oh, I guess my little baby is still holding his fluids in. He doesn't want to get his diaper all wet. Well, if he doesn't, he will have proven that he is not a baby, and I will be bringing him home tomorrow. Now hold still, baby, I'll be back in a second." She left the nursery, and Skylar shifted around, trying to relieve the incredible amount of pressure on his bladder. In less than a minute Ms. Rosen had returned, carrying a tray. She set it on the nightstand next to Skylar's crib/cage, and he couldn't see what was on it, until she opened the top of the crib and handed him another baby bottle. "Drink up. It may be the last baby bottle you ever drink from."

Skylar, still feeling bloated from already drinking so much, dropped the bottle next to him and turned away. He immediately regretted it. Ms. Rosen reached into the crib, grabbed the bottle and shoved it into Skylar's mouth. "You have 20 seconds to drink this whole thing, or the dry diaper deal is off." Skylar obliged, and quickly drank the milk back. Once he was finished, his stomach made a strange gurgling noise, and Ms. Rosen took the bottle away. "Good baby. Let's add that to our count." She pulled out her device and pushed a bunch of buttons. On the screen in the nursery, Skylar saw the bottle count go up to eight, while the baby jar count was at six, and the diaper count at one.

"Now, every baby needs one of these." She showed Skylar a large pacifier that had a strap attached to it. "This was made for big babies like you," she explained. She turned it around and Skylar saw, on the back of it, a small digital screen displaying the number 10,000. "It counts each time you suck on it. Tonight, you have to bring the counter down to zero, or you will be punished in the morning." She put the pacifier in Skylar's mouth, wrapped the strap around his head and tied it tightly. "But baby, if you don't want it, just tell me right now."

"Ahh ohh!" Skylar said. The pacifier filled his whole mouth, making it more like a gag. He couldn't get any words out.

"I guess that's a yes then," Ms. Rosen said, smiling. She closed the crib and locked it. "Now, it's late for my little baby, but I bet you want to hear a story, and I found the perfect one for you." She held up a baby book. "Since you're trying to keep your diaper dry, this is a story about a cloud that also wanted to stay dry:

"'Once upon a time there was a cloud named Clarrie. Clarrie was big and white and he loved to soar through the sky, looking at all the earth down below. But one day, Clarrie flew over the ocean and picked up a lot of water. This made him big and dark, and that made him feel sad. By the time he had made it back to land, he was so full of water that he thought he was going to burst. But he didn't want to release it, because he knew that the ground below him would get wet. However, the more he held it in, the more it hurt, until one day Clarrie couldn't hold it in anymore, and he just released all of his water. It poured out of him, flowing freely towards the ground, and then Clarrie felt a lot better. And you know what? The people on the land felt better too, 'cause the gushing water from the sky had helped their crops and flowers grow. The end." She put the book down. "Well, goodnight my little baby. Have fun keeping your diaper dry tonight."

Skylar shifted again. His bladder wanted relief so badly, but he knew he couldn't. He hated Ms. Rosen for telling him that story- he knew she wanted him to wet himself. But he was not going to give him that pleasure. He sucked on his pacifier to try to take his mind off of his nether regions. "Oh, baby, I bet you want to hear something to help you sleep better," Ms. Rosen said, walking to the CD player. She inserted a CD and hit play. "Goodnight! Sleep tight! Don't let your diaper bite!" She turned off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her and plunging the room into complete darkness.

From the speakers in the room came the sound of water dripping. It started slowly at first, then got quicker and quicker until Skylar was listening to the sound of rain falling. He could feel his bladder just ready to give way. He turned onto his back, crossed his legs, and pulled the single blanket in the crib over him. He sucked on the pacifier as hard as he could, and put his hands over his ears. If he could just fall asleep, he could make it through the night. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about his need to urinate. Eventually, sleep found him.

***

A clash a thunder woke Skylar back up. He jolted up, trying to remember where he was and what was going on. From either outside or the speakers- he was so groggy he couldn't tell what- rain was falling hard. Skylar had no idea what time it was or how long he had been asleep, but it was still dark, so he guessed it was far from seven. His bladder now felt like it was about to explode. The sound of continuous water was making it impossible. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears fell from his eyes as he clenched his hands and teeth, trying to keep the eight bottles of milk in.

There was another clash of thunder, startling Skylar again. His bladder relaxed and released its load. Skylar lay on his back, crying, as he urinated into the diaper. He couldn't stop. He was still going after one minute. Then two. Gosh, he had drank a lot. Finally, after nearly three minutes, Skylar's bladder let up. It felt much better, but Skylar felt much, much worse. He'd just used a diaper for the first time in ten years. While the diaper had absorbed the entire wetting- Ms. Rosen was right about it being absorbant- his skin now felt wet and gross. Worst of all, though, he'd just blew his only chance of going home. He was trapped in this house, with the disgusting creeps watching his every move.

The door to the nursery opened and Ms. Rosen walked in. "I guess my little baby needs his diapers after all, seeing as he can't hold his little baby bladder long enough," she said, leaning over the crib. Skylar tried to say something in reply, to defend himself, but the pacifier made it impossible. "Well, I'm glad you wet yourself," Ms. Rosen said. "Now I know I have the right baby boy in my house. Now get back to sleep, tomorrow you'll get to wet your diaper a whole lot more." She blew him a kiss and walked back out of the room.

Skylar put his head on the mattress and sobbed. He was stuck in this nightmare now, stuck inside a diaper, stuck with this insane woman who was treating him like a baby. He'd already soaked his diaper, and now his bowels were beginning to feel like they too needed some relief. Skylar pounded his fists on the mattress as he cried. This was torture- a humiliating, disgusting torture. And he couldn't escape. And his parents didn't even know he was here.

He flipped to his back and prayed that somehow, somewhere, someway... that someone was looking for him.

Someone was.

TheFoxxehAssassin · 03-12-2008

Aaagh! Very good! New chapter soon please!

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12-11-2008	#12 (permalink)
Mugiwara Regular Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Sweden Age: 18 Posts: 408 Threads: 1 Gallery Uploads: 2 Blog Entries: 2 Reputation: 8	Yeah its definitly intresting. But Skylar has to get revenge somehow!

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Laram Regular Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: North Devon, England. Age: 14 Posts: 744 Threads: 13 Gallery Uploads: 2 Blog Entries: 3 Reputation: 4	It Is, Rather Intresting, Hope You Post The Next Chapter Soon. :P

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Harano Regular Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: Somewhere in corrupticut. Age: 27 Posts: 144 Threads: 0 Reputation: 10	For what it's worth, I couldn't see someone chloroforming (what you must be implying with the 'wipes' that knocked him out) themselves. That's why in the movies you always see someone victimized in such a fashion grabbed forcibly from behind and made to inhale it for a bit. It smells awful, like, so awful you could just pass out if you didn't get away from it. Your body's natural instinct is to do such. It also won't put someone out in a single sniff. I didn't read much beyond that, so I can't comment on the rest.

25-11-2008	#18 (permalink)
Rosy Regular Join Date: Nov 2008 Location: Scotland Age: 20 Posts: 103 Threads: 2 Reputation: 0	I'm looking forward to more of this

02-12-2008	#19 (permalink)
satyrical The Writer Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: NS, Canada Age: 21 Posts: 1,038 Threads: 13 Blog Entries: 5 Reputation: 39	Sorry for the wait. Here's Chapter #3. I always enjoy comments. Skylar crawled after Ms. Rosen back into the kitchen. She unlocked the highchair and then reached down and picked him up. He was surprised at her strength- he was not a heavy kid in the least bit, but he was 13 years old, and she lifted him with ease. She sat him down in the highchair and locked the tray in front of him. The plastic highchair seat was cold and hard against Skylar's bare back and legs, but it was better than rubbing his hands and knees against the carpet when he crawled around. She put a plastic bib around his neck. "Just sit still, little baby, I'll have your dinner prepared for you in a few minutes," Ms. Rosen said. She went to the cupboards and pulled out a half dozen jars of baby food, as well as several large baby bottles. Then it was to the fridge, where she grabbed a jug of milk and filled each bottle to the top. She went back to the cupboards and pulled out a large tin of powdered baby formula. She put a heaping scoop of the powder in each bottle, stirred them, and then put the tops on. She put the bottles and jars on the tray in front of Skylar, and then grabbed a baby spoon from a drawer. She sat down in front of Skylar, opened the first bottle of baby food and scooped out a spoonful. "Okay baby, time for your food!" Skylar was admittedly starving. He had no idea how long he had gone without food, but his stomach was screaming for some nourishment. As much as he hated the idea of eating baby food, fed to him as if he were a baby, he had to eat. Ms. Rosen put the spoon up to his mouth, and he opened his mouth and ate the food off of the spoon. "Ooh, what a hungry baby!" Ms. Rosen exclaimed. "I hope he likes the food." It was creamed carrots or something like that- Skylar really couldn't tell. He just noticed that it was mushy and incredibly, incredibly salty. But it was food, and his body wanted it. Ms. Rosen brought him another spoonful and he gobbled it down. It took about twelve spoons to finish off the small jar, and Skylar was left incredibly thirsty from the saltiness of the food. He eyed the bottles. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was liquid. He grabbed one and began to suck it down. The baby formula gave the milk a weird vanilla-like taste, but Skylar didn't really care. He had to quench his thirst. Before he realized it, Skylar had downed the entire bottle. He put it down and saw that Ms. Rosen had opened another jar of baby food. She took a spoonful of it and offered it to him. "Baby sure likes his bottle! I wonder if he'll like this food!" Skylar put his mouth over the spoon and ate the food. This one was still mushy, but it was spicy and flavourful, and Skylar was still starving. After another dozen-or-so spoonfuls, the second jar was finished. "Does baby want another bottle?" Ms. Rosen asked. Skylar shook his head. He didn't want to say anything to her. She opened another jar and fed Skylar another spoonful. This one was very spicy. Skylar choked it back and then grabbed another bottle and started drinking from it. He'd finished half of it when he put it down. Ms. Rosen put another spoonful in front of his mouth, but he shook his head. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, little baby, what was that?" "No," Skylar said. "I don't want that." Ms. Rosen smiled, and then forced the spoon into Skylar's mouth. He swallowed it back, his tastebuds burning again. "Oh you silly little diaper-wearing baby," she said, wagging her finger. "You should know babies don't get to decide what they eat. They eat whatever they're given, and if they don't, they get a bad, bad punishment. Does little baby understand?" Skylar nodded. "I'm sorry, why don't you say it? Baby can talk, can't he?" "Yes," Skylar said meekly, his mouth on fire. "I understand." "I like that," Ms. Rosen said. "But I want you to call me 'Mommy', since that is what I am to you now." "But you're not my-" "Call me Mommy, little baby, or mommy will have to punish you." "Yes mommy." "Good." She took another spoonful of the baby food. "Now, is baby going to cooperate?" "Yes mommy." Skylar ate another bite of the spicy food, then immediately drank the rest of the second bottle. He belched, and Ms. Rosen laughed. "Burping just like a little baby! How adorable." Another spoonful went into Skylar's mouth, and he found that it wasn't as spicy anymore- either he was getting used to it, or his tastebuds had all been burnt to a crisp. Still, he had to keep drinking from the bottles to prevent his mouth from feeling like it was going to breathe flames. By the time he had finished off the jar of food, he'd consumed three full bottles. Ms. Rosen got up and refilled all of the bottles with more milk and formula. Then she sat back down and opened the next jar. "I hope little baby likes this one more." She fed him a spoonful. It was smooth and sweet, a great relief from the last jar. Skylar ate it up quickly. His stomach was now feeling bloated from drinking all of the bottles of baby formula, but he was still hungry. The next jar was the same- purple-coloured, sweet, smooth baby food. The last jar was again very salty, and even though Skylar had drank more milk than a cow could produce in a day, he still had sucked back an entire bottle by the time the jar was done. "Is baby still hungry?" Ms. Rosen asked. "No... mommy," Skylar said. If anything, he was feeling very full right now. Ms. Rosen smiled. "Well, mommy has to eat now, so why don't you watch your favourite TV show while I'm doing that?" She removed all the empty jars and bottles from the tray, then unlocked it and lifted Skylar up. She felt his diaper. "Are you still dry? Sheesh, maybe you aren't a baby after all. I was supposed to get a baby who would use his diaper." She put him on the ground. "Baby Skylar, if you don't wet your diapers by tomorrow morning, I'm just going to have to let you go and get another BabyStar. No one watching is going to want to see a baby who doesn't go in his diapers." "Really?... mommy?" Skylar asked, his face brightening. "I'm absolutely serious. I promise: if your diaper is still dry at 7am tomorrow, I'll take you home and you'll never see me again. Now, let's go to the living room." She walked out of the kitchen, and Skylar crawled after her. His hope was renewed- all he had to do was hold his bladder until the next morning, and then he'd be free! Once in the living room, Ms. Rosen grabbed the huge playpen and moved it to the centre of the room. Then she opened one of the sides. "Crawl inside, little-bitty baby," she said. Skylar did so, and Ms. Rosen closed and locked the side. She went over to the big-screen TV and inserted a DVD into the player. The theme song for Barney and Friends blasted through the surround-sound speakers. "I'll be back when the episode is over." Through the mesh playpen walls that were too high to climb, Skylar watched, with very little interest, Barney teach the children about friendship. There was something much bigger on his mind- his bladder was filling up by the second, and was now begging for relief. He calculated quickly that he'd drank about five bottles of milk during dinner, plus the two when he had been unlocked from the bed. That was seven bottles, or over a gallon of milk. It was going to have to pass through his system eventually. Skylar crossed his legs as he stood, watching the TV. He had a strong bladder- he could go through a day at school without using the washroom. And if he could stay dry until the morning, he would be free. Plus, it felt good to know that the sickos watching him online would not get the satisfaction of seeing him wet himself like a baby. As the Barney episode progressed, the pressure in Skylar's bladder grew and grew. He kept his legs crossed and fidgeted to try to make himself feel better. From the kitchen came the same of pizza. Ms. Rosen was cooking up some delicious meal, while he had been forced to eat the mushy baby food and formula. Eventually, the episode ended, and Ms. Rosen came back into the room and opened the playpen door. "Okay baby, hope you liked that episode and that you paid attention. It's time for bed now, so mommy will carry you up there." She lifted him up and held him like a baby. "Oh, my little baby is so cute, yes he is!" She tickled his stomach, and causing Skylar to laugh. His bladder relaxed, and he caught it from releasing just in time. Ms. Rosen carried Skylar upstairs and into a room that had not been on the tour. It was a tiny bathroom, with just a cupboard and sink- no toilet. Still holding Skylar, she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a baby toothbush and toothpaste. "We don't want our little baby to be getting an cavities!" Then she brushed Skylar's teeth while still holding him in her arms. Once she was finished, she filled a cup with water and gave it to him to rinse his mouth out. He spat the water into the sink, and she carried him out of the bathroom and into the nursery. Ms. Rosen opened the top of the crib and lay Skylar in it. "Did baby have a good day?" she asked. Skylar said nothing. His bladder was aching. But he was going to get through the night and she was going to bring him home in a dry diaper- well, preferably no diaper at all. He wanted his normal clothes back. "Oh, I guess my little baby is still holding his fluids in. He doesn't want to get his diaper all wet. Well, if he doesn't, he will have proven that he is not a baby, and I will be bringing him home tomorrow. Now hold still, baby, I'll be back in a second." She left the nursery, and Skylar shifted around, trying to relieve the incredible amount of pressure on his bladder. In less than a minute Ms. Rosen had returned, carrying a tray. She set it on the nightstand next to Skylar's crib/cage, and he couldn't see what was on it, until she opened the top of the crib and handed him another baby bottle. "Drink up. It may be the last baby bottle you ever drink from." Skylar, still feeling bloated from already drinking so much, dropped the bottle next to him and turned away. He immediately regretted it. Ms. Rosen reached into the crib, grabbed the bottle and shoved it into Skylar's mouth. "You have 20 seconds to drink this whole thing, or the dry diaper deal is off." Skylar obliged, and quickly drank the milk back. Once he was finished, his stomach made a strange gurgling noise, and Ms. Rosen took the bottle away. "Good baby. Let's add that to our count." She pulled out her device and pushed a bunch of buttons. On the screen in the nursery, Skylar saw the bottle count go up to eight, while the baby jar count was at six, and the diaper count at one. "Now, every baby needs one of these." She showed Skylar a large pacifier that had a strap attached to it. "This was made for big babies like you," she explained. She turned it around and Skylar saw, on the back of it, a small digital screen displaying the number 10,000. "It counts each time you suck on it. Tonight, you have to bring the counter down to zero, or you will be punished in the morning." She put the pacifier in Skylar's mouth, wrapped the strap around his head and tied it tightly. "But baby, if you don't want it, just tell me right now." "Ahh ohh!" Skylar said. The pacifier filled his whole mouth, making it more like a gag. He couldn't get any words out. "I guess that's a yes then," Ms. Rosen said, smiling. She closed the crib and locked it. "Now, it's late for my little baby, but I bet you want to hear a story, and I found the perfect one for you." She held up a baby book. "Since you're trying to keep your diaper dry, this is a story about a cloud that also wanted to stay dry: "'Once upon a time there was a cloud named Clarrie. Clarrie was big and white and he loved to soar through the sky, looking at all the earth down below. But one day, Clarrie flew over the ocean and picked up a lot of water. This made him big and dark, and that made him feel sad. By the time he had made it back to land, he was so full of water that he thought he was going to burst. But he didn't want to release it, because he knew that the ground below him would get wet. However, the more he held it in, the more it hurt, until one day Clarrie couldn't hold it in anymore, and he just released all of his water. It poured out of him, flowing freely towards the ground, and then Clarrie felt a lot better. And you know what? The people on the land felt better too, 'cause the gushing water from the sky had helped their crops and flowers grow. The end." She put the book down. "Well, goodnight my little baby. Have fun keeping your diaper dry tonight." Skylar shifted again. His bladder wanted relief so badly, but he knew he couldn't. He hated Ms. Rosen for telling him that story- he knew she wanted him to wet himself. But he was not going to give him that pleasure. He sucked on his pacifier to try to take his mind off of his nether regions. "Oh, baby, I bet you want to hear something to help you sleep better," Ms. Rosen said, walking to the CD player. She inserted a CD and hit play. "Goodnight! Sleep tight! Don't let your diaper bite!" She turned off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her and plunging the room into complete darkness. From the speakers in the room came the sound of water dripping. It started slowly at first, then got quicker and quicker until Skylar was listening to the sound of rain falling. He could feel his bladder just ready to give way. He turned onto his back, crossed his legs, and pulled the single blanket in the crib over him. He sucked on the pacifier as hard as he could, and put his hands over his ears. If he could just fall asleep, he could make it through the night. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about his need to urinate. Eventually, sleep found him. *** A clash a thunder woke Skylar back up. He jolted up, trying to remember where he was and what was going on. From either outside or the speakers- he was so groggy he couldn't tell what- rain was falling hard. Skylar had no idea what time it was or how long he had been asleep, but it was still dark, so he guessed it was far from seven. His bladder now felt like it was about to explode. The sound of continuous water was making it impossible. He couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears fell from his eyes as he clenched his hands and teeth, trying to keep the eight bottles of milk in. There was another clash of thunder, startling Skylar again. His bladder relaxed and released its load. Skylar lay on his back, crying, as he urinated into the diaper. He couldn't stop. He was still going after one minute. Then two. Gosh, he had drank a lot. Finally, after nearly three minutes, Skylar's bladder let up. It felt much better, but Skylar felt much, much worse. He'd just used a diaper for the first time in ten years. While the diaper had absorbed the entire wetting- Ms. Rosen was right about it being absorbant- his skin now felt wet and gross. Worst of all, though, he'd just blew his only chance of going home. He was trapped in this house, with the disgusting creeps watching his every move. The door to the nursery opened and Ms. Rosen walked in. "I guess my little baby needs his diapers after all, seeing as he can't hold his little baby bladder long enough," she said, leaning over the crib. Skylar tried to say something in reply, to defend himself, but the pacifier made it impossible. "Well, I'm glad you wet yourself," Ms. Rosen said. "Now I know I have the right baby boy in my house. Now get back to sleep, tomorrow you'll get to wet your diaper a whole lot more." She blew him a kiss and walked back out of the room. Skylar put his head on the mattress and sobbed. He was stuck in this nightmare now, stuck inside a diaper, stuck with this insane woman who was treating him like a baby. He'd already soaked his diaper, and now his bowels were beginning to feel like they too needed some relief. Skylar pounded his fists on the mattress as he cried. This was torture- a humiliating, disgusting torture. And he couldn't escape. And his parents didn't even know he was here. He flipped to his back and prayed that somehow, somewhere, someway... that someone was looking for him. Someone was.

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TheFoxxehAssassin Cute 'lil fox! Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Houston, Texas, USA Age: 14 Posts: 993 Threads: 36 Gallery Uploads: 5 Blog Entries: 12 Reputation: 29	Aaagh! Very good! New chapter soon please!