[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.]
“…I didn’t know you guys could open and close the cribs like that,” Charlie said.
“Neither does Ida,” Strawberry said in an equally low voice. “We’re going to keep it that way.”
Charlie let out a breath.
“Look, I’ve been wanting to talk to you,” she said. “I know that. What happened the first night I got here put us at odds, but—”
“I don’t want or need to hear all of that from you,” Strawberry said, cutting her off. “There is very little we need to say to each other at this point. The things we do need to say are very specific and have nothing to do with that night.” Charlie let out an exasperated grunt.
“Look. I feel bad, okay? But I don’t feel that bad about ruining you kidnapping Zoe. You can hate me all you want, but somewhere, I know you understand, she needed to leave this place behind, so she could live her life—mmmph!”
Strawberry pointed a finger. A ghost hand appeared and shoved a pacifier into Charlie’s mouth, holding it there.
“I don’t hate you. And I’m not going to argue with you about what happened.” She held a hand up and something that Charlie had fortunately forgotten about from her first night here unfortunately started to happen again, the sheets beneath her starting to stir.
‘Oh, god, not the monster sheets!’ Charlie squeaked a couple times into her pacifier as the sheets grabbed her arms, holding them behind her back and snugly tying them there. Pulled down onto her back, a couple more ghost hands appeared and undid the snaps of her onesie. With her diaper exposed, the ghost hands began taking it off.
“You can give me everything I want from you, right here,” Strawberry said, standing up from her own sitting position, a lot of crinkling and squishing noises coming from her as she did. She pulled up her nightgown to reveal she wasn’t wearing any bloomers, because they likely wouldn’t have fit over the massive triple diaper she was wearing, which even with the two extra layers, was notably bulging in the seat.
The ghost hands untaped the hugely swollen triple diapers from around Strawberry. Charlie looked confused for a moment, but awful realization hit her when her diaper was removed and the ghost hands started carrying it towards Strawberry. Meanwhile, that huge and hugely messy diaper floated across the crib. Charlie thought about causing a huge racket and waking up everybody just to avoid that, but….
“Mmmmph…!”
Instead, she let out a muted cry into her pacifier as the mess was pressed up against her bottom. The front wasn’t any better, the sodden padding immediately squishing against Charlie as it was pulled up. While Strawberry was taped into Charlie’s clean overnight diaper, Charlie was now stuck in a hugely bulky triple-layered monstrosity with a mush cradled tightly against her butt that unfortunately, despite its ghostly nature, was no less tangible and no less squishy.
With their diapers swapped and Charlie now feeling quite discomforted and humiliated with Strawberry’s mess strapped to her, Strawberry walked towards Charlie and stood over her.
“There was no point in doing anything with this while you were the littlest,” she said coolly. She reached into her nightgown and pulled something out. Charlie felt sweat pricking the back of her neck as she saw it.
A single long blond strand of hair.
‘That’s my hair…!’ Charlie realized. The hair Strawberry had taken when they’d first met. ‘She made that doll that she used to control Zoe with a piece of Zoe’s hair. I totally forgot she had one of mine too!’ Charlie breathed in and out frantically. She’d spent so much time sorting through her own feelings on Strawberry and how she should handle them that she’d totally forgotten that the ghost girl had been holding this incredibly powerful piece of leverage over her the entire time.
“But now that you’re not the littlest anymore, it’s relevant again.” Charlie was sweating. She’d just started on her path to leaving this place, if Strawberry made a doll that could control her like she had Zoe, who knows when she would be getting out or how a clearly spiteful Strawberry would treat her in the interim.
“It’s time to settle our account,” Strawberry said. She looked over the strand of hair….
…and flicked her hand, tossing the hair forward. It landed on Charlie’s stomach. Charlie stared down at it, then looked up at Strawberry. She didn’t understand. Strawberry stared at her for a second before explaining.
“You’re going to ask Ida to stay here for another month, instead of another week,” she said. “You and I are going to spend that entire month together. We’re going to play together. We’re going to share our naps. We’re going to share our bedtimes. We’re going to sleep in the same crib. We’re even going to share our diapers,” she said, leaning forward and pressing her own hand on her own former diaper, now taped onto Charlie, squishing its contents against Charlie even more. “And when Ida asks if that’s what you want, you’re going to tell her it is.”
Charlie absorbed all of that and let out a sigh. Part of her wanted to respond, try to negotiate somehow. There was a couple parts of that she wasn’t excited about, but. She’d had a month to figure this out and she hadn’t gotten any closer to it. Maybe Strawberry had just gotten tired of waiting.
So, she nodded her head.
The sheets and the ghost hands released her in an instant. Strawberry laid down next to her.
“We’re even,” she said, giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek. It tingled and made Charlie a little dazed, but besides that, she didn’t think it affected her too badly.
What was going to affect her was the sheets stirring to life again, wrapping around both her and Strawberry at the same time. She looked at Strawberry, who just smiled and pulled out another pacifier, putting it into her mouth and settling her head down on Charlie’s chest. Charlie heaved a long-suffering sigh and decided to just lay back and suck on her own pacifier a bit as well, as the sheets swaddled the two of them together.
The position they wound up in was Strawberry mostly laying on top of Charlie. Strawberry weighed almost nothing, so at least it was more in the range of “weighted blanket” than “crushing her chest”, but she could’ve done without the feeling of their diapers rubbing against each other all night.
—
“My, my, look at this!”
Ida was amused to find the two wrapped up together the next morning, just chuckling to herself.
“Oh, I wonder, I wonder, how did my little ones pull this off? I could’ve sworn I remembered to close both of their cribs when I put them to bed last night!”
Her laying it on so thick made Strawberry certain that she’d already known that she could unlock and lock the cribs. That annoyed her. The rest of it went according to plan, though.
“Uh, Ida,” Charlie said. “I think I uh. Want to stay for another month,” she said.
“Okay!” Ida said immediately and without any follow-up. “A month, it is.” She nuzzled her nose into Charlie’s head. “You decided you just would’ve missed nana too much, huh? Hehehe!”
“That must be it,” Charlie said with a weak little laugh of her own.
From then on, at least at first, Charlie did as Strawberry asked, spending pretty much all her time with her. Strawberry did similar things to the other girls, she had games she liked to play, mostly she did a lot of reading. Charlie didn’t mind that so much, since she hadn’t exactly done a ton of reading herself in her first month here - the other girls were more into tag, hide-and-seek, board games, that kinda thing.
It didn’t bother Charlie much, firstly because spending time with Strawberry wasn’t as bad as all that. Secondly, she pretty much hadn’t spent any time with her in the previous month, so giving her as much time as she had spent with the other girls before she left was only fair, right? So for at least for a couple weeks there, she did give Strawberry exactly what she wanted and let her monopolize Charlie’s entire day. She could tell the other girls were disappointed, Licorice in particular was annoyed the way she tended to get annoyed at everything Strawberry did, but they also didn’t try to interfere. Charlie got the feeling Ida had talked to them about it.
Charlie had been prepared for it, but she thought she maybe still underestimated how possessive and clingy Strawberry could be. She wasn’t doing it malevolently anymore, she didn’t make Charlie do anything she didn’t want (plus, she didn’t have the leverage of any magic dolls to force her), but the two of them, by no lack of effort, really were inseparable. When one of them was being carried by Ida somewhere, Strawberry made sure the other was there too. Every time they took a nap or went to bed, Strawberry made sure they shared the same crib and were swaddled together. Charlie found out that Strawberry regularly, like basically as a daily occurrence, would call for Ida to spend time with her and now that meant Charlie was a part of all of those little daily affectionate dates too, being pushed in a stroller or going around with Ida as she did her daily chores or parked on the nanny’s lap right next to Strawberry in a rocking chair.
The weirdest part (and probably the part Charlie liked the least) was definitely the diapers.
Strawberry insisted it was going to be simple and fair. Either of them could ask for a swap at any time and the other couldn’t refuse. That way if Charlie, for example, thought Strawberry was sticking her with a messy diaper all the time just so she could steal Charlie’s clean one, she could just do the same thing back to her. It was balanced, so it was fair! That logic made sense to Charlie on its face, but somehow, it didn’t work out as equally as that.
“Ooh, looks like my little Sweetie-Berry needs a change!” Ida said, lifting Strawberry up and giving a single sniff to her rear.
“I don’t want a change, Ida,” Strawberry said matter-of-factly. “Can you please swap us, instead?” Charlie, currently in only a slightly damp diaper, let out a sigh. Ida looked down at her and giggled a little knowingly.
“Do you want to swap too, Charlie?” She asked. Charlie hung her head. She wished Ida didn’t ask this every time.
“Yes, please.”
“Hmmmm.” Ida shook Strawberry a little and sniffed her again, twice this time. Now that Ida had started drawing it out, Strawberry started blushing a pink hue. “I dunno! This little Sweetie-Berry looks preeeeettty stinky! I think if I swap Charlie into her diaper, I’ll have to double her up too, just to be safe! And if Strawberry is gonna make messes like this in Charlie’s diaper, well, I should probably double her up too!”
It was very quiet for a moment after that. Ida just drank the whole thing up.
“I’m going to need to hear you girls say it out loud~~,” she said in a sing-song voice. Charlie glowered at Strawberry. Was she really gonna make them both do this. Strawberry glared back. She absolutely was. Charlie sighed.
“Please double diaper me in Strawberry’s stinky diaper, nana.”
“Please double diaper me in Charlie’s diaper because I made a stinky mess in mine, nana.”
“Ohhh, you two girls are so cute when you agree with each other.”
Ida swept Charlie up in her arms next to Strawberry. Sometimes, nana had to make fun for herself.
—-
But after those first couple weeks of basically doing whatever Strawberry wanted with her, Charlie did start working her own angle as well.
She took it slow. First, she just told Strawberry they should read in the playroom instead of those dark side rooms. Strawberry was hesitant at first, but gave it a try eventually. From there, Charlie just took it gradually, trying to loop herself and Strawberry into whatever the other girls were doing a little more often. Licorice was hesitant, but Choco seemed to figure out what Charlie was doing and tried to help, inviting Charlie and Strawberry to play with them regularly. Even Licorice eventually started helping in her own, well, very Licorice kind of way. When Strawberry would say she didn’t want to play whatever board game was going on, Licorice would huff and say that’s cause she was scared she would lose. That was usually enough to get Strawberry to close her book right there and join in, just to prove Licorice wrong.
It was a long month, to be sure. Full of swaddling and a very clingy ghost girl and lots of diaper swapping (an equation which Charlie always seemed to land on the messier side of, she noticed…). But by the end of the month, Charlie thought she’d at least managed to tug Strawberry a little more towards the other girls. She hoped that the time she’d spent with Charlie had helped her deal with the absence of Zoe a bit and she hoped that once Charlie left, she was a little better equipped to not be so lonely anymore.
She had a good feeling about it.
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