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🕑 Added 2020-07-31 18:04:07 +0000 UTCA Nightmare On Nursery Street
“Any particular reason why you’re...uh...dressed like that, Ada?”
Oliver’s friend and roommate, Ada, sat across from him at their dining room table. She was dressed in a pastel pink and yellow onesie with a pacifier dangling from a strap attached to the garment. A faint crinkling noise accompanied each movement that she made. Her eyes were nearly closed. She kept her head propped up, just barely, with her arm. It was clear that she was downright exhausted.
“D-Don’t fall asleep Ollie...sh-she’s gonna make you her baby…” Ada mumbled under her breath.
Oliver chuckled. “You could really use some sleep. Why don’t you go to bed?”
“Nuuuuh…” Was Ada’s half-hearted reply.
Oliver stood from his chair and walked around the table. He managed to lift Ada from the chair, then guid her back to her room. Ada resisted at first, but lacked the strength to keep up the effort. By the time Oliver got her in bed, Ada had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Weird, thought Oliver. What was weirder was that Ada’s room did not look like it did yesterday. The sheets on her bed were far more juvenile than he remembered. Pink and purple princess sheets didn’t fit Ada’s aesthetic at all. Neither did the colorful pony figurines on her desk or the stuffed animals crowded up in a pile next to her bed. Had there always been a mobile over her bed? Oliver wondered. He shrugged. It was none of his business. Maybe Ada had just decided to indulge in a fetish of hers. Oliver didn’t care. He had a busy enough day as is. One that he needed to get started on right away.
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When Oliver returned home late at night, Ada was nowhere to be seen. The door to her room was locked and music played softly within. It sounded like a lullaby. The complete opposite of the metal Ada normally listened to. Again, Oliver shrugged. So long as Ada enjoyed herself he didn’t care what she did. They weren’t the best of friends, but she had always been nice enough. He had his own worries to deal with. Chief among them being his sleep schedule. After a long day of college and work, the only thing Oliver wanted was a good night’s sleep.
Once he was finished with his bedtime routine, Oliver turned off the lights and got comfy in his bed. The lullaby that played in Ada’s room next door seemed to grow louder with each second that passed. Oliver didn’t mind. It helped him sleep easier despite how infantile it felt. Just a few minutes after Oliver had crawled into bed he was out like a light. The world around him faded into darkness and he entered a deep sleep.
Oliver awoke what felt like mere minutes later. The tiredness that had dragged him down into sleep was gone. The sun outside shone brightly through the curtains and everything felt wonderful. That was until he realized that something was off. Since when were his bedsheets pink? Why did it feel like there was something smooth under the sheets? And...were his pajama bottoms wet?
“Oh, sweetie,” said an unfamiliar feminine voice. “This is the third night in a row. Guess you weren’t ready for big kid pants after all.” A woman knelt down before Oliver. She had a kind face and her voice was full of warmth. She gently patted Oliver’s head before she reached down and tugged his pajama bottoms down around his knees. A pair of pink and lilac disposable training pants were exposed. The crotch of which was soaked through.
“Wha..What? No-No! I’m ready for big kid pants!” Oliver assured her. Still not aware that he was in a dream, Oliver’s mind felt compelled to go along with the ridiculous situation. He whimpered and whined as the motherly figure produced a diaper and changing supplies from underneath his bed.
“It’s back to diapers for little Ollie. No more pretending to be a big kid. No more college and no more work. Just diapers, nap time, and being stuck in your new dreamland nursery!” The warmth and kindness that had surrounded the woman disappeared as she spoke. She replaced Oliver’s training pants with the diaper in the strange, sudden pace that can only be managed in a dream.
“G-Get away from me!” Oliver shouted. He pushed past the mysterious woman and dashed to Ada’s room as quick as he could. The door was unlocked. Inside, Ada was stuck inside a large crib. She called out to Oliver but a pacifier muffled her speech. Her hands were sealed away inside locking pink mittens and stuffed animals pulled at her to keep her from escaping. “Ada!” Oliver shouted. He ran to help, but with each step his diaper grew thicker until he was forced to his knees and reduced to a crawl.
“Awww! How precious. Crawling around in your nursery. Do you want to join your sister in the crib? Let mommy help.” The dream mommy picked up Oliver and dumped him unceremoniously into the crib. Like Ada, Oliver was grabbed from every side by the stuffed animals and held down. “Welcome to your new home, kiddo,” said the mommy. “We’re going to have lots of fun. Though I’d be careful with the stuffed animals. They like to tease…”
Heckraiser
A puzzle box. The seller claimed it would grant whoever opened it everlasting life among other things. Who wouldn't be intrigued? Even if it were a fake or the seller had lied, the price wasn't unreasonable. The soft wooden block was composed of many moveable pieces. Some of the pieces had a stripe of pink or were a different texture. It was a neat little conversation starter. Not the worst impulse buy; at least, that's what Abby thought when she bought it.
It seemed easy enough to solve. Abby sat on her bedroom floor, cross-legged with the box before her. The pieces seemed to move almost on their own until Abby had nearly solved it. The finished product was a large wooden block with the letter 'A' on the front. It reminded her of the kind of wooden blocks she'd play with as a toddler. When the last piece was clicked in place, a pink light emanated through the gaps between the pieces.
Abby dropped the box, shocked to see such a thing. A large central piece moved upward, turned, and then moved back down. With that, the light disappeared and everything appeared to be back to normal. That was until Abby looked away from the box. Her room had suddenly changed. The walls were painted different pastel colors, the floor was soft and padded, toys and stuffed animals were scattered about the room, and a crib sat where her bed had been.
"Hello, Abby," said a warm yet stern voice.
Abby turned to look behind herself. A tall woman dressed in a traditional maid outfit stood just a couple feet behind her. Her skin was a dark shade of red and horns on her head. "Who are you?" Abby asked.
"I am The Maid," replied the demon. "You opened the box."
Speechless, Abby just nodded.
"Then you're coming with me." The maid knelt down and grabbed Abby about the waist. She did not so much as stumbled as Abby kicked and shouted. The maid held Abby like a mother might hold a child with Abby's head on her shoulder and her legs on either side of her waist. A firm hand underneath Abby's bottom kept her safe and secure.
"Where are you taking me?!" Abby shouted.
"My, my. Someone's cranky," replied The Maid. She did not answer Abby's question; instead, she carried Abby over to the crib and placed her inside. "You will soon learn to love the pleasures of being my baby slave. An eternity as my sweet little girl is your reward for opening the box. Isn't that wonderful?"
Abby panicked. Adrenaline coursed through her system and she swung a fist as hard as she could at the maid. Something stopped her mid-swing. A pink fur-lined leather cuff had appeared on her wrist. A strap led from the cuff back to the crib. A second later and the strap retreated and forced Abby's wrist to one corner of the crib. The same thing happened to each of Abby's limbs until she was left tied down and helpless.
The Maid stroked Abby's cheek. "There's no use fighting, little Abby. You can't leave and soon you won't want to."
Before Abby could reply, her clothes disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke. A thick disposable diaper suddenly appeared between her legs. A pink cloth diaper decorated in ponies quickly followed. Locking mittens and booties appeared on her hands and feet. When Abby tried to protest a pink pacifier appeared in her mouth. The large nipple prevented any coherent speech and a leather strap kept it firmly in her mouth.
"Mmmph!" Abby cried.
The Maid shushed her. "Don't fret, baby. Just look at your mobile and enjoy the feeling of soggy padding between your thighs."
Without thinking, Abby looked straight up to see a princess mobile. It was still at first, but started to move shortly after Abby spotted it. A faint lullaby played in the distance. The music grew louder with each second until Abby found herself unable to hear herself think; in fact, Abby couldn't form a single intelligent thought so long as she watched the mobile. Drool dribbled down from her lips and onto her chin. Her bladder then released and flooded the thick padding she had been trapped in.
The Maid watched with delight as her most recent victim turned into a big, dumb baby in a matter of seconds. The once resistant Abby babbled behind her pacifier as sleep slowly took hold. "That's a good girl, Abby. Sleep like a baby. I have so much more fun in store for you when you wake…"
