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Your mind still feels foggy. But you are lucky! There is a chance to escape. But will you take it?\n\n[b]What to expect:[/b]\nI wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.\n\nThe story is split into two parts now. Both parts have three options that will all lead to a different ending once I've written them. I also want to give you the option to vote on which ending I'm going to write first.\nFor this path the poll is this one:\nhttps://strawpoll.com/69au9kh3g","description_bbcode_parsed":"Description:
You don't know how much time has passed since Whitney made you her baby. Your mind still feels foggy. But you are lucky! There is a chance to escape. But will you take it?
What to expect:
I wrote this story in the second-person perspective, so YOU are the protagonist called P-bug. This is an experiment to try out different styles in my writing and I hope you like it.
The story is split into two parts now. Both parts have three options that will all lead to a different ending once I've written them. I also want to give you the option to vote on which ending I'm going to write first.
For this path the poll is this one:
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With a wet [i]Squelch[/i] you plop down on your crinkling rump and feel a warmth spreading out on your behind. It coats your private parts and creeps up your butt crack. The creamy mass fills up every crevice it can find, while you sit there, surprised about the sudden warmth that hugs your butt. The thick diaper around your waist is warm and squishy in the front as well. When did that happen?\nYou notice something laying in front of you. Four letter blocks that spell “S T I N” at the moment. “Stin”? What is that supposed to mean? And then, finally you glance at your hands. Both have another letter block in them. The one in your left hand with a “K” at the front, the other one in your right with a “Y” on it. \nInstinctively you bend forward, which causes the contents of your diaper to spread out further. You put the letter blocks down. “S T I N K Y”\nYour subconscious mind tried to spell “stinky” before your consciousness returned to you. What a funny word. Stinky.\nA giggle escapes your throat and gets muffled by the pacifier in your mouth. You blink. It seems that your clouded mind hasn't fully recovered from the Brain Drain yet. A dreadful thought sneaks into your head. What if it never will? What if Whitney overdosed the Brain Drain and now your mind is permanently... stinky. You giggle again. Oh no! You have to stop giggling. You need to escape. The bars of the playpen you are in are too high to climb over, even if the red [color=blue]Baby Romper[/color] you are wearing right now wouldn't hinder your movements and the diaper around your waist wasn't so full and... stinky. No giggling this time. Maybe your mind has a chance to recover fully after all. But only if Whitney never uses this drug on you again. That means that you'd have to play along and pretend to be her baby for a little longer. At least you hope that it is just a little.\nThis time the pacifier in your mouth isn't tied around your head and you spit out the rubber nipple easily. Whitney is nowhere to be seen, so you start wailing and hope that it sounds convincing enough for her to believe that the drug is still affecting your body. But right now, you actually feel like crying, because sitting in a diaper that is filled with your own waste and is slowly getting cold and clammy around your crotch isn't the best situation you can imagine to be in at the moment.\nYou cry for a good minute without getting any response and just when you think that Whitney is a really uncaring mother, the door opens and she enters the room with a bright smile on her face. “Aww, did my little P-Bug make a big messy?” she comes over to the playpen, looks at the letter blocks that still spell “stinky” and then lifts you up on her arms. She gropes your diapered rump with one hand and you feel how she shifts your mess around. When she does it, it somehow feels nice. No, what are you thinking? Not nice! Not a bit.\n“That's a big poopy indeed, snappy,” she exclaims and carries you out of the room. “And you even spelled 'stinky' correct this time. I think, I'll have to feed you some Brain Drain again tomorrow, before you get some weird ideas, don't you think?”\nYou just keep on wailing, but also cuddle with her white fur on her arms. She is so fluffy and soft. She is... mommy.\nYou blink. You must stay focused. But it's getting harder with every second. And when you unwillingly let out a yawn, you know why. You must be tired from all the playing in the playpen earlier that day and it is hard to stay focused with a tired mind. It would be so easy to let everything slip away, but you fear that if you fall asleep now, you will probably never get a clear thought again.\nAnd you have to admire how fast Whitney is with changing you. In fact, you didn't even notice how she put you on the changing table and changed you into a new diaper. \n“All done, snappy.”, she happily exclaims and you are pulled out of your drowsy state once more. “You look like you are falling asleep any minute now. Time for a nap.”\nShe lifts you up and carries you over to her couch, where she lays you down and tucks you in with a thin blanket. You already feel your eyes getting heavy. Whitney kisses you on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my little P-Bug.”\nThe comfortable blanket around you, the cozy warmth of her fur and the loving kiss give you a feeling of safety. Somewhere in your mind there is still a big flashing warning signal, but what started as a loud siren is now just a nagging doubt that you can easily ignore. Drifting off to sleep is easier anyway...\n\n“What, if I get caught?”, you hear Whitney's voice. She sounds a lot more anxious than you have ever seen her. “That was a stupid decision. On the other hand... Cole was soo tasty and P-Bug is a cute little baby. But was it worth the risk?”\nSlowly you open up one eye halfway and see how the white wolf is going up and down in the room, talking to herself. She is wearing a diaper herself now. You wonder if she is doing that as some sort of stress relief?\n“Maybe, I should use the Brain Drain on P-Bug completely next time. Then there is no going back. Or I should get more and use it on all the other villagers. Or I should eat them one after another... Argh, I don't know, what to do!”, she almost screams now. Then she turns her head to you. You close your eye fast enough for her not to notice that you are awake again. You hear how she sighs. “At least you won't judge me anymore, P-Bug.”\nOf course you do. But silently. \n“Oh well...”, you hear her saying. “If I can't fall asleep the old-fashioned way, I have to take a Sorrows-B-Gone.”\nYou have heard that name before somewhere. If you remember correctly, it was a commercial you've seen on TV a few times and it sounded like this:\n\n“Do you know that feeling of having problems with falling asleep?\nWorries, sorrows and troubles keeping you awake the whole night?\nA glass of warm milk or normal sleeping pills don't help anymore?\nThen we have the solution for you! Just one pill of Sorrows-B-Gone and all your negative thoughts that keep you from sleeping leave your mind! But where do they go, you ask? They bind themselves onto the last meal you had and after that are emptied out of your system naturally, all while you sleep. \nYes, you poop yourself in your sleep, so it is advised to wear a diaper to bed.\nSorrows-B-Gone: Where your dreams come true.\n\nWARNING: Risks and side-effects include losing bladder and bowel control permanently if dosed incorrectly. Please consult your doctor or pharmacist before taking Sorrows-B-Gone.”\n\nYou hear Whitney rummaging around in a cupboard and then opening a pill container with a Pop. From the sound of it, she takes out a pill and swallows it down, before she comes back to the couch you lie on and lifts you up carefully. You do not dare to open your eyes. \nWith you in her arms, she lies down on the couch, so your head is placed on her chest. “I will never let you go, snappy...”, you hear her mumble. She holds you tightly in her arms and cuddles with you. \nYou lie there and listen to the sound of mommy's heart. She really seems to care for you. And then you hear her stomach gurgle. Whitney is snoring silently, while the Sorrows-B-Gone is taking effect. You are surprised how fast the pill is working. The wolf is already sleeping and it doesn't take long for you to notice the wet farts that are escaping her butt, which accompany the massive load of poop that is being pushed into her formerly clean padding that expands with the well-known crinkling sound. As her diaper expands under your legs and lifts you up a little, you wrinkle your nose because of the vile stench that fills up the room. Vile like the thoughts she had before. \nThe smell reminds you that you have to escape when you don't want to end up as her baby permanently. \nCarefully you squirm free of her grasp and stand up from the couch. You look at her. With her tongue hanging out of her open snout, she is laying there and snores as if it was no big deal that she is wearing a heavily filled diaper. \nWouldn't it be awesome to just stay here forever with her, both of you diapered? A carefree life with a wonderful wolf mommy?\nYou shake your head again. Where do these thoughts always come from? You have to get out of here. Now. \n\nThe thick diaper around your waist crinkles with every step you make. You are almost at the front door of Whitney's home when you notice something in the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you see the room with the Baby Chair in it. And on the shelf, there is the syringe with the green liquid in it. Brain Drain. And suddenly, a new thought begins to form in your mind...\n\nWhat do you do?\n\nTake the syringe and get revenge on Whitney. She won't even notice, because she is asleep.\n\nJust leave. You can get revenge on her by throwing her off of your island later.\n\nNo, what are you thinking? You like it here! Here you are accepted for what you are. Just a little baby.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"You don't know how long it has been since Whitney made you her baby. Has it been yesterday? A whole week? Even months? Your memory still feels clouded, but at least you are able to think straight again. The drug she fed you... what was it called? Brain Drain? That stuff must have really messed up your mind.
You blink twice. Slowly your vision clears up and you begin to realize what is in front of you. There are bars all around you and a rubber mat under you. For a moment you think that the bars in front of you are coming closer at you, but it just seems to be your mind that is playing tricks on you. Or it comes from the fact that your legs are wobbly from the squatting position you are in.
You stumble backwards and try to grab a bar to hold on to, but they are out of reach and your hands are already occupied with holding something. With a wet Squelch you plop down on your crinkling rump and feel a warmth spreading out on your behind. It coats your private parts and creeps up your butt crack. The creamy mass fills up every crevice it can find, while you sit there, surprised about the sudden warmth that hugs your butt. The thick diaper around your waist is warm and squishy in the front as well. When did that happen?
You notice something laying in front of you. Four letter blocks that spell “S T I N” at the moment. “Stin”? What is that supposed to mean? And then, finally you glance at your hands. Both have another letter block in them. The one in your left hand with a “K” at the front, the other one in your right with a “Y” on it.
Instinctively you bend forward, which causes the contents of your diaper to spread out further. You put the letter blocks down. “S T I N K Y”
Your subconscious mind tried to spell “stinky” before your consciousness returned to you. What a funny word. Stinky.
A giggle escapes your throat and gets muffled by the pacifier in your mouth. You blink. It seems that your clouded mind hasn't fully recovered from the Brain Drain yet. A dreadful thought sneaks into your head. What if it never will? What if Whitney overdosed the Brain Drain and now your mind is permanently... stinky. You giggle again. Oh no! You have to stop giggling. You need to escape. The bars of the playpen you are in are too high to climb over, even if the red Baby Romper you are wearing right now wouldn't hinder your movements and the diaper around your waist wasn't so full and... stinky. No giggling this time. Maybe your mind has a chance to recover fully after all. But only if Whitney never uses this drug on you again. That means that you'd have to play along and pretend to be her baby for a little longer. At least you hope that it is just a little.
This time the pacifier in your mouth isn't tied around your head and you spit out the rubber nipple easily. Whitney is nowhere to be seen, so you start wailing and hope that it sounds convincing enough for her to believe that the drug is still affecting your body. But right now, you actually feel like crying, because sitting in a diaper that is filled with your own waste and is slowly getting cold and clammy around your crotch isn't the best situation you can imagine to be in at the moment.
You cry for a good minute without getting any response and just when you think that Whitney is a really uncaring mother, the door opens and she enters the room with a bright smile on her face. “Aww, did my little P-Bug make a big messy?” she comes over to the playpen, looks at the letter blocks that still spell “stinky” and then lifts you up on her arms. She gropes your diapered rump with one hand and you feel how she shifts your mess around. When she does it, it somehow feels nice. No, what are you thinking? Not nice! Not a bit.
“That's a big poopy indeed, snappy,” she exclaims and carries you out of the room. “And you even spelled 'stinky' correct this time. I think, I'll have to feed you some Brain Drain again tomorrow, before you get some weird ideas, don't you think?”
You just keep on wailing, but also cuddle with her white fur on her arms. She is so fluffy and soft. She is... mommy.
You blink. You must stay focused. But it's getting harder with every second. And when you unwillingly let out a yawn, you know why. You must be tired from all the playing in the playpen earlier that day and it is hard to stay focused with a tired mind. It would be so easy to let everything slip away, but you fear that if you fall asleep now, you will probably never get a clear thought again.
And you have to admire how fast Whitney is with changing you. In fact, you didn't even notice how she put you on the changing table and changed you into a new diaper.
“All done, snappy.”, she happily exclaims and you are pulled out of your drowsy state once more. “You look like you are falling asleep any minute now. Time for a nap.”
She lifts you up and carries you over to her couch, where she lays you down and tucks you in with a thin blanket. You already feel your eyes getting heavy. Whitney kisses you on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my little P-Bug.”
The comfortable blanket around you, the cozy warmth of her fur and the loving kiss give you a feeling of safety. Somewhere in your mind there is still a big flashing warning signal, but what started as a loud siren is now just a nagging doubt that you can easily ignore. Drifting off to sleep is easier anyway...
“What, if I get caught?”, you hear Whitney's voice. She sounds a lot more anxious than you have ever seen her. “That was a stupid decision. On the other hand... Cole was soo tasty and P-Bug is a cute little baby. But was it worth the risk?”
Slowly you open up one eye halfway and see how the white wolf is going up and down in the room, talking to herself. She is wearing a diaper herself now. You wonder if she is doing that as some sort of stress relief?
“Maybe, I should use the Brain Drain on P-Bug completely next time. Then there is no going back. Or I should get more and use it on all the other villagers. Or I should eat them one after another... Argh, I don't know, what to do!”, she almost screams now. Then she turns her head to you. You close your eye fast enough for her not to notice that you are awake again. You hear how she sighs. “At least you won't judge me anymore, P-Bug.”
Of course you do. But silently.
“Oh well...”, you hear her saying. “If I can't fall asleep the old-fashioned way, I have to take a Sorrows-B-Gone.”
You have heard that name before somewhere. If you remember correctly, it was a commercial you've seen on TV a few times and it sounded like this:
“Do you know that feeling of having problems with falling asleep?
Worries, sorrows and troubles keeping you awake the whole night?
A glass of warm milk or normal sleeping pills don't help anymore?
Then we have the solution for you! Just one pill of Sorrows-B-Gone and all your negative thoughts that keep you from sleeping leave your mind! But where do they go, you ask? They bind themselves onto the last meal you had and after that are emptied out of your system naturally, all while you sleep.
Yes, you poop yourself in your sleep, so it is advised to wear a diaper to bed.
Sorrows-B-Gone: Where your dreams come true.
WARNING: Risks and side-effects include losing bladder and bowel control permanently if dosed incorrectly. Please consult your doctor or pharmacist before taking Sorrows-B-Gone.”
You hear Whitney rummaging around in a cupboard and then opening a pill container with a Pop. From the sound of it, she takes out a pill and swallows it down, before she comes back to the couch you lie on and lifts you up carefully. You do not dare to open your eyes.
With you in her arms, she lies down on the couch, so your head is placed on her chest. “I will never let you go, snappy...”, you hear her mumble. She holds you tightly in her arms and cuddles with you.
You lie there and listen to the sound of mommy's heart. She really seems to care for you. And then you hear her stomach gurgle. Whitney is snoring silently, while the Sorrows-B-Gone is taking effect. You are surprised how fast the pill is working. The wolf is already sleeping and it doesn't take long for you to notice the wet farts that are escaping her butt, which accompany the massive load of poop that is being pushed into her formerly clean padding that expands with the well-known crinkling sound. As her diaper expands under your legs and lifts you up a little, you wrinkle your nose because of the vile stench that fills up the room. Vile like the thoughts she had before.
The smell reminds you that you have to escape when you don't want to end up as her baby permanently.
Carefully you squirm free of her grasp and stand up from the couch. You look at her. With her tongue hanging out of her open snout, she is laying there and snores as if it was no big deal that she is wearing a heavily filled diaper.
Wouldn't it be awesome to just stay here forever with her, both of you diapered? A carefree life with a wonderful wolf mommy?
You shake your head again. Where do these thoughts always come from? You have to get out of here. Now.
The thick diaper around your waist crinkles with every step you make. You are almost at the front door of Whitney's home when you notice something in the corner of your eye. Turning your head, you see the room with the Baby Chair in it. And on the shelf, there is the syringe with the green liquid in it. Brain Drain. And suddenly, a new thought begins to form in your mind...
What do you do?
Take the syringe and get revenge on Whitney. She won't even notice, because she is asleep.
Just leave. You can get revenge on her by throwing her off of your island later.
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