[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.]
“Alma! ALMA?!” Charlie cried out. She tried to get back into the passage but one of the ghosts, the green one, Mint, was holding it shut.
“We did it! We split ‘em up! NOW, NOW NOW!” Mint yelled out. Charlie looked up and saw the other three coming at her, two wielding sheets and blankets and one of them holding a bottle. Charlie let out an annoyed noise.
“You guys really aren’t gonna make this easy on me, are ya?” She asked. As all of the ghosts descended on her, she reached into her jacket and pulled something off of her waist.
Then she lunged forward and swung it with both hands at the closest ghost. She was pretty sure it was the red one, Licorice.
Kzzzzzt!
“GAAAAH!”
Licorice squawked like a bird as she dropped to the ground, felled in one swing by the stun baton now in Charlie’s hands. Licorice was now rolling around on the ground holding her stomach and, yes, Charlie was pretty sure she heard her wetting herself again.
Choco and Lemon looked at Licorice. Then they looked at Charlie, who was pointing the baton at them now.
“I’ve been playin’ nice up until this point, girls. Don’t mess with my partner, or I’m gonna lose my cheery demeanor.” Charlie said, the tone of her voice and the way she was carrying herself now much different. She turned and looked at the secret passage, which was still being held by mint. Charlie made one gesture towards her with the baton.
“Geeeh!” Mint immediately zipped away, taking as wide of an arc around Charlie as she can. None of the ghosts wanted to mess with her now. Charlie waved the baton at them a little more, for emphasis.
“We’re done here. Okay? You guys had your fun, now the tricks and stuff are over.” She started to reach down to grab the panel. “Me and my partner are gonna — gonna — guh.”
Charlie blinked. She couldn’t move. All of her limbs were frozen solid. She looked at the ghost girls. None of them were doing this. Choco, Lemon and Mint were all helping Licorice back up, none of them were even looking at her.
“Oh man - oh man, that sucked. That hurt a lot…!” She whimpered and sniffled, tears building in her eyes. “But it worked! We gotcha!” She said, raising a shaking hand and pointing…
…at the mirror.
Charlie’s head turned and looked in the mirror. She saw her own reflection, and saw her reflection grin back at her. Her reflection raised up a hand and snapped her fingers.
And Charlie suddenly stumbled forward. But she immediately hit a wall - a wall of glass. She put her hands up and pressed against it, realizing that she was touching the mirror.
To be specific, she was inside the mirror. And her reflection was now grinning at her from outside it.
Her reflection looked at her, then looked down at the stun baton in her hands. She scoffed and tossed it away. Charlie groaned inwardly. She smacked a hand on the mirror a couple times.
“Hey! Quit messing around!” She said. The reflection just laughed at her, as if to say, ‘What’re you gonna do about it?’ She gestured to Lemon, who floated over to her and placed a bottle in her hand. The reflection-Charlie popped the bottle into her mouth, at which point Charlie felt a nipple in her mouth as well. The ghost took her time drinking every last drop of milk in the bottle and Charlie similarly felt herself drinking down the whole thing.
She focused as hard as she could, trying to pull the bottle out of her hands. One time, her arms actually started to lift, slowly, as if they were trapped in molasses. Her reflection scowled at her and with a jerking motion, the hand snapped out of Charlie’s control again.
For the moment anyway, Charlie was the reflection. That one out there was her real body. What the real body wanted would overpowered the reflection. There was nothing Charlie could do but feel the heavy, thick, ectoplasmic milk settle in her stomach. Unfortunately, Charlie understood all too well what was happening.
‘Diapered and fed…’
The reflection walked towards an open crib. Sheets and blankets sprung to life like serpents and started grabbing at her, coiling around her limbs. The reflection-Charlie did nothing to fight it and shot one last smirk back at the mirror as she was dragged away. A sudden sensation of weightlessness filled Charlie as she saw her body being dragged where she couldn’t see it.
Then, suddenly, she was back in her own body and fully in control of it. The reflection could only control her as long as she and the mirror had line of sight with each other. That was useful to know!
Or, it would’ve been if the reflection hadn’t already made sure she was caught before letting her go.
“Nrgh! Lemme! Go! Ya stupid bedsheets!” Charlie grumbled, tugging and pulling and even biting at the malevolent bedspread as it tried to drag her and get a better grip on her. She looked around for her stun baton. She couldn’t even get her eyes on it before her feet were pulled out from under her and she was lifted into the air.
“Whuh — oompfh!” She exhaled as she landed with a soft thud on.
Uh oh. A mattress.
She looked around and saw wooden bars. Big wooden bars. Tall wooden bars. The mattress was also big enough to fit three of her. She swallowed. Earlier, she’d thought there was no way they could fit her inside this thing, but.
“Oh, it’s. It’s bigger on the inside, huh….” She murmured as she saw the walls of the crib tower over her. She felt sweat pricking the back of her neck.
‘In a crib…!’
She got to her feet and tried to dive out, but the sheets wrapped around her wrist again and tugged her backwards.
“No no no nononono!” Charlie cried as the bars of the crib slid up. She made one more desperate reach, to no avail, as the final of the four walls went up to its full height and locked in place, fully cementing her prison. She tried to jump up and grab at the bars to climb them. She managed to pull herself up one and a half times before another blanket twirled around her torso and pulled her off, back down onto the mattress.
Charlie knew she didn’t wanna be on her back, so she tried to sit up. The sheets grabbed her arms and pulled her down. She kicked her legs, the sheets grabbed those and held them straight. Once she was held down to their satisfaction, several of the sheets fully unfurled and started wrapping around her. She kicked and punched as best she could, displacing one layer - two replaced it, wrapping around her again. Then two more. Her arms were held down at her sides. She tried to move them, before another sheet joined the others in circling around her, tightly forcing her arms into her torso and her legs together.
Charlie had plenty of energy to fight, but the sheets had numbers. It went on for minutes, each time Charlie managed to successfully kick and punch and yell and bite her way partially free, two more sheets focused on that part of her body, forcing it back into place and doing more overall wrapping. Somewhere in the process, somebody also got sick of her biting and a pacifier forced its way into her mouth, turning all of her angry yells more into whingy mutterings.
Somewhere else in the process, Charlie also became dimly aware of a mobile above her head. Somewhere in this, it had turned on, lightly spinning and letting out the light, airy musical notes of a lullaby. Charlie groaned and tried to keep it out of her eyes as she continued to struggle but as the minutes wore on, she felt her limbs getting heavier. She felt less energy in her arms. She tried to force herself to sit up one more time.
She saw another blanket, bigger than the rest flop on top of her - she let out a grunt as some breath was forced out of her by the impact. This one was definitely a weighted blanket. She fell backwards. Her head hit a pile of pillows. She tried to move, but that had taken out the last of her energy. She’d gone from “fighting” to “struggling” and now she was settled down on “wriggling” and not particularly good wriggling at that. The weighted blanket finished wrapping around her, putting the finishing touches on a swaddling of who knew how many layers.
Charlie had another problem. She wasn’t just out of energy to move her limbs. She was out of energy to keep her eyes open.
‘F-falling asleep…’
That was the last one, wasn’t it? This was really bad. She didn’t even know if the others were okay and even if she did know, she couldn’t save herself right now, muchless either of them. She groaned into her pacifier as injury was suddenly accompanied by insult. She could feel something in her stomach shifting. She tried to buckle down, but she was simply too weak. She’d burned all of her energy fighting the sheets and now listening to the music from the mobile, her entire body felt like it was drifting away.
A cramp in her stomach made her eyes open and made her let out a whining noise into her pacifier. Then a considerably more rude noise came from her stomach and finally, from her bottom. She felt herself pushing a warm, mushy invader into her seat and with her body swaddled like this, she couldn’t shift herself at all, so all she could do is sit there with her full weight on the growing wave of mud surrounding her butt.
‘N-nnn. If that’s not it for me, I dunno what is,’ Charlie ruefully thought to herself. She let out a sigh and just…gave in. She let her head fall back onto her pillows. She let the swaddling hug her body without any struggle and yes, she let herself mess her diapers. There wasn’t much she could do about any of them at the moment.
‘I really shoulda listened to you. You were right. Nnn…’ Another rude noise came from Charlie’s body as the mudslide continued with another wave. ‘S-sorry, Alma. I really screwed up…’ Was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep, still filling her padding with mess as she did.
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