Melody awoke, messy and miserable. She looked up, seeing someone above her. She couldn’t tell who; only that whoever it was massively and disabling diapered. She stood up, and surveyed the small enclosure that she was trapped in. It’s only potential exit was the slide, which she had no way of traversing; her diapers didn’t allow her enough mobility in her legs to climb back up. She looked around at all of the diapers that filled the pit. She picked one up, for the first time noticing how thick they all were. She turned it over, seeing the outside read, “Oops! I Crapped My Pants!�; the same kind Melanie’s Mum had put on Courtney.
Melody looked down at the diapers she was locked in. She had done a good job of messing them. She became aware that she had to use the bathroom again; that pizza must have been laced with a pretty powerful laxative. She frowned, not knowing how to poop by her own will. All the times it had been at somebody else’s command, or just a completely overwhelming feeling. It didn’t really matter know; she might as well poop and be comfortable again.
She leaned forward against the netting, spreading her legs out a little farther. She tried to pretend she was sitting on a toilet, and pushed as hard as she could. Nothing happened for about a minute. Eventually, she managed to let out a gurgling fart. She closed her eyes as she slowly began to fill her diapers to capacity, the fart bringing on the unwanted hypnosis conditioning. When she was done, she turned around, standing upright again. She began to move away form the wall a bit as she felt a strange warmth begin to spread down the inside of her legs.
She looked down in horror, seeing her diapers were leaking big time. The mess ran all the way down both legs, steadily starting to stream out of the leg openings of her panties. She grabbed the nearest diaper, stuffing it between her legs, to try and stop the flow. She grabbed several more, beginning to sloppily tape them on to curb the leak. When she was done, she was no longer standing. She couldn’t get back up now either; at least the leak had stopped. She cried feebly, and soon nodded off to sleep as well.
Grace lay there on the floor, out of breath and energy. She’d managed to wiggle her way across the building, ending up at the open door to the nursery. The walls and floor were covered in a soft, pink padding, lit brightly by the lights overhead. She looked through the open door, seeing all kinds of diapers lining the shelves on the wall. From reading the packages, she could see they were arranged in thickness, starting from thick, to ultra. She didn’t notice any “normal” diapers anywhere. Not knowing what else to do, she wiggled her way inside, surprised to find the bag slack off after she made it inside. It’s plush bulk fell away from her as she crawled out, and began to walk toward the door, only to have it swing shut and lock with an audible click. She jiggled the handle but it wouldn’t budge. Sighing, she turned around to study the room in detail.
Her efforts were distracted from a telltale feeling in her butt. She had to poop again. She frowned, determined not to give into Melanie’s tortures and coercions. She looked around the room for something to take the rest of her diapers off. One drawer marked “Removal Tools” was locked steadfastly shut however, leaving her frustrated and more desperate. She pawed at the thick diapers fastened snugly around her waist to no avail. She began crying, and fell backwards, landing on her padded rump with a great deal of force. It was all nature needed to take it’s course. She looked down at her diapers through her tears, seeing discoloured stains spread across the surface of her diapers, showing how helpless she was. The last straw was when she noticed her outer diaper begin to show a message; a wetness indicator of sorts. �Oops! I Crapped My Pants!�
She stood up, still filling her diapers, and knocked packages of diapers off the shelves on the walls in frustration. She tore some open, throwing the diapers around the room. She looked down when she felt something warm running down her thighs, and saw that her diapers were beginning to leak. She yelped at this most recent development, and looked around for something to clean herself off with. She saw nothing but diapers. More and more diapers. She grabbed the package nearest her, and ripped two diapers out. They were both pink, with lace trimming all it’s outer edges. From their size, she thought she had grabbed several. Unfolding one and pulling it between her legs she found it to be quite thick. She sloppily tapped the first one on as the flow trickling down her legs increased. She could already feel it gathering between her legs in the new diaper. She tapped on another on, but more neatly this time, holding the first one more snugly. These were quite comfortable she thought, even though she was degradingly confined in them. Her musings ended quickly as the diapers continued to leak from the unrelenting flow coming from her bowels and bladder.
The only solution was in a drawer labelled simply “Plastic Pants”. She waddled over to it, careful to try and keep from leaking any more out of the overflowing diapers on the way. She pulled the drawer open, and was greeted by a wide variety of plastic panties. She picked one that looked large enough, and quickly pulled them on. They got caught on the backs of her diapers on their way on, letting a large amount leak out into the panties. She hastily pulled them up and secured them on. She looked down at her handy work, seeing her stained, pink diapers now snugly locked inside a pair of clear plastic panties.
Satisfied she was now safe from leaks, she waddled towards the door, which was now locked. Banging on the door yielded no results; only pain in her hand from where she banged against it’s cold surface. She eyed the room she was now trapped in, and spotted a changing table that looked padded enough to be comfortable. She suddenly realized how tired she was, and trekked over to it’s inviting surface. She was peacefully asleep in no time.