ABDL/Diaper Captions

Been working on ABDL chatbot characters (that I’ll share here soon enough) and this one read me for filth.

It asked me what my football team was and this is what it had to say.

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As she grasped the bottles, she heard a chorus of groaning from the living room.

"Why do they always have to cut the camera to this bitch?!" one of Jacob's friends shouted unapologetically. "Just because she's fucking the quarterback!"

"Yeah, stick to making music for preteen girls!" Jacob yelled at the screen.

"Someone should put her back in diapers!" another one suggested. "Then maybe she'd shut the fuck up!"

The room burst into laughter as Megan tottered back towards Jacob with the beers. She could feel the attention of the room turn to her. Now that the football game was in between plays and the boys had already had their fun with the poor singer simply attending the game, Megan was the obvious next target.

The men wolf-whistled and one even shouted "hot damn!" at her. "Hey, Meg!" another teased. "Anyone ever tell you your ass does look fat in that?"

Another hollering of laughter enveloped the living room as Megan handed the two beers to Jacob. While the old Megan would have tore them apart for their awful misogyny, she fought her natural instinct and instead tried to ignore the humiliating mockery. If she said something, Jacob's retaliation would be brutal.

"Here you go, sir," she said, handing Jacob the beers while blocking out the comments directed towards her.

Jacob grabbed one of the bottles and then directed Megan's hand back towards herself with the other bottle in it. "That one's for you."

Megan stammered, "But... but, sir..."

"Hey, everyone!" Jacob announced. "Did y'all know that Megan could down a beer in five seconds back at school? She wants to show y'all she can still do it!"

Megan's face burned red with embarrassment. It was true that she was one of the fastest at chugging beer back in college, but that's not why Jacob had asked her to prove it. She and Jacob both knew that, even without her potty untraining, Megan would urgently need to pee after just one beer. That was the real party trick. Jacob just wanted to make an even bigger fool out of her.

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"Take my picture with him!" one said, handing her phone to one of her friends. She grabbed the bottle out of Woody's hands, holding it up to his mouth herself, and posed. Woody tried to grab the bottle first, but the woman slapped his hands away and then gave him a firm swat to his padded tush. "Oooh, you're a bad, bad boy," she teased with a giggle. "Didn't anyone ever tell you babies can't feed themselves?"

The woman returned to posing as her friends died laughing. One cried out and pointed, "Someone has a little baby boner in their diaper!"

It was true. The language the woman had used had reminded him too much of the way the dominatrices would have talked to him and, despite the humiliating baby ritual that completely disgusted him, he had found himself turned on.

The woman shrieked at the sight of the modest bulge protruding through the thick padding of Woody's diaper. She dropped the bottle and ran away, screeching and laughing off with her friends.

Woody finished the bottle himself a few moments later. He was relieved to be done with that task, but the small bit of relief didn't do much to subside the fact that he was still trapped in diapers until the next text for his online captor.

It was typical at this point that Woody could expect a text from BEELZEBUB as soon as he completed the previous task. But, a minute or two went by after the end of his baby bottle and Woody's phone hadn't received any incoming messages. Woody was concerned. Maybe he had fallen off BEELZEBUB's radar? Could he ditch his diaper and fly back to the United States? No, of course not. Woody wasn't safe until he was assured the evidence was deleted.

In that moment of though, Woody's stomach rumbled and gurgled audibly. Woody felt a rush inside of him that he was useless to stop. Woody instinctively tightened his ass cheeks, feeling both movement through his intestines and an overwhelming sense of shame at the loss of control as he stood publicly exposed.

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Note: This is a semi-sequel/prequel to a previous story I wrote. Click here if you'd like to read that one first!

It was Vīripār, the first night of Mazubas, when Natalie pulled out a Sievian book filled with old legends and myths to read to her former boyfriend turned baby, Brian.

Brian drank milk from his baby bottle, shifting his diapered butt into a comfortable sitting position on the ground as he prepared to hear his Mēmē read him a bedtime story. It was this day a year ago that Brian earned his position in diapers by filling his pants with cum in front of his topless girlfriend and it was a year that he had succumbed to filling his diapers in more ways than one while his Mēmē Natalie left him for Sievian stud Aleksis, earning them both residential status in the Sievian capital, Rezspils.

"Mēmē is going to read you a story before your second Vīripār," Natalie explained. "It's the tale of the first Mazubas and how the five nights of Mazubas came to be."

Brian looked up at his Mēmē with intrigue. He loathed Mazubas and what it had done to his life, but he had been looking forward to Vīripār all year for a chance to prove that he didn't need diapers so that he could ditch Sievia for good. Also, he hadn't learned much about where these insane customs had come from, so he was legitimately interested to be read to.

"A long time ago, the three goddesses descended upon the world of woman to ensure that womankind could continue throughout the ages," Natalie read. "There was the goddess of love, Ilgas, who delivered men and women the gift of desire so that they may partner up and raise children together. The goddess of death, Sarmīte, visited to remind humans that they must bear children to carry on their legacy following their timely ends, but promised to gift them long lives so that they may see their children raised to maturity.

"The most important of the goddesses, however, was Rasma, the goddess of fertility. She gave men and women the gift of izvat, which allowed them to create children together. She warned the people, however, that izvat was a precious gift that should never be wasted outside the act of sex between multiple partners.

"One man in Sievia could not help but izvat prematurely, however. This man was named Anatoli and he wanted to have a baby with his wife, Eleonora. Unfortunately, at the mere sight of Eleonora naked, Anatoli would izvat on Eleonora's chest, wasting his seed. Eleonora instructed Anatoli to trek and speak with the goddess Rasma praying that the couple may have child.

"Anatoli hiked up the Great Mountains of Magais for days to reach its highest point and be closer to the heavens so that he may pray to Rasma."

"Anatoli reached the peak of Magais and prayed to Rasma, 'Please, dear goddess, I wish for my wife to be with child.'

"Rasma appeared to Anatoli in all her glory. He finely sculpted body was too strong a sight for a mere mortal like Anatoli. She was unlike any human woman that Anatoli had seen with perfectly round, plump, and perky breasts that shined through her pure gold bralette. Though both beings were clothed, Anatoli could not resist making izvat in his pants at the stunning sight.

"Rasma chided Anatoli for wasting her great gift. 'You have wasted your izvat!' she cried out. 'You are no true man and my gift of izvat is misspent on one such as you who cannot help but untidy himself at the sight of a woman! I will grant your wife's wish. She should not have her prayers for a baby ignored simply because her husband lacks self-control. She will have her baby, and it shall be you!'

"Rasma pulled out a garment and commanded Anatoli to remove his clothing. He did as he commanded and Rasma placed the garment on Anatoli herself. It was a romblis like the ones made for babies, but it fit Anatoli perfectly and it was blessed with sacred enchantments. Every second that Anatoli wore the garment, he would izvat uncontrollably from the mere touch of the fabric against his genitalia.

"Anatoli starting convulsing immediately, spurting his useless seed in to his Romblis Maksis, which magically erased his izvat so that it would never fill nor ever need to be changed.

"'Crawl down the mountain and tell all of Rezspils what you've done here' Rasma decreed. 'Then, you will tell all the people there that they must share the gift of izvat with each other fully and publicly so that they you may witness how you've squandered it. The next day, you will be visited by my sisters who will treat you like the man baby you are.'

"Anatoli crawled on his hands and knees down the mountain as commanded, filling his romblis each second."

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"After days, Anatoli reached the village where the people awaited his return. At the sight of the grown man crawling in a romblis soiled with urine and feces from the long journey, the villagers burst into laughter. The pathetic display was a clear sign to them of Rasma's message - Men who izvat on themselves are no men at all; they are babies.

"Anatoli cried out Rasma's instructions, muffled by his sobs. The good townspeople delighted and obliged, tearing their clothes off and having sex all over town - through the square, outside the butcher's, in places of worship, etc.

"The Romblis Maksis continued to be filled with Anatoli's izvat as he witnessed the promiscuous sexual acts. Giant cocks swung around, large breasts bounced with each thrust, and sexual fluids spurted wildly at each other. It was a sexual celebration unlike anything ever seen as Sievia was reminded of the great power of Rasma's gifts.

"As Anatoli crawled to his home, he saw an unfortunate sight. His wife Eleonora was also on all fours in their flower garden, where she was being thrust into from behind by the town blacksmith. Anatoli wailed from heartbreak as he watched Eleonara's arms quiver harder and harder from each powerful drive of the blacksmith's enormous cock. The three of them did izvat together - Eleonara and the blacksmith into each other and Anatoli into his romblis.

"Eleonara saw Anatoli and wiped his tears. She said there was no reason for sadness; she finally had the baby that she had prayed to Rasma so often for! She took him inside of his own home where she changed his stinky romblis and put him to sleep at his new early bedtime."

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"The next morning, Anatoli awoke and remembered Rasma's declaration that he would be visited by the two other goddesses. It was just midday, after Eleonora had fed Anatoli his lunch, that the goddesses appeared before the former couple. The pair basked in the amazing glow of the beautiful goddesses and Anatoli couldn't help but fill his romblis in awe.

"Ilgas said unto Eleonora, 'Spend today with Eriks the blacksmith. He is your true soulmate. You two shall love each other as long as you both shall live.'

"Sarmīte continued, 'I will grant you two long lives so that you may grow old together. To make up for lost time, you two will be wed tomorrow morning. Your marriage to Eriks will be blessed by the three goddesses to be lifelong, passionate, and fruitful.'

"Eleonora cried out with delight, racing out the door to tell Eriks the good news. Meanwhile, the goddesses would tend to Anatoli, establishing him as the baby of the household so that Eriks would take the mantle of man of the house.

"Ilgas granted Anatoli a love of rombli so that he would never attempt to izvat in a woman or man ever again. Sarmīte granted Anatoli eternal life so that he would never grow old and therefore wouldn't need to procreate to continue his legacy. Anatoli would izvat in his sacred romblis for the rest of eternity.

"Ilgas and Sarmīte watched over Anatoli for the rest of the night, acting in the sacred role of mātre and changing his soiled romblis whenever Anatoli couldn't even remember to ask to use the bathroom.

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"Eleonora and Eriks returned two days later, married by the goddess Rasma and madly in love. The three goddesses spoke to the people of Sievia and told them to get together and pray. Pray that they appreciate the wonderful gift of izvat instead of blowing it in their rombli. Anatoli would be the center of their prayers as a grave reminder of the consequences of needlessly wasting their izvat.

"And so, all the people went out into the woods and formed a prayer circle around Anatoli. They stripped of their clothing to dance and chant, marveling at the sight of each other's bodies whilst managing to not izvat out of a lack of self-control.

"Anatoli, however, watched in the middle of everything, forced to izvat in his romblis every second of his now eternal life as punishment for his defiance of Rasma. The villagers prayed to the goddesses that they never forget the beauty of izvat and that they would only share it with each other.

"From that day on, the great people of Sievia knew that anyone who could not wait to izvat in order to make a baby was no better than a baby themselves. Any man who could not hold their izvat would be subject to a romblis from then on.

"And that's the story of the first Mazubas!

"Did you like the story, baby?" Natalie inquired. She looked up from her book for the first time to notice poor Brian squirming on the ground in his own romblis.

"Oh no! Looks like someone enjoyed the storybook a bit too much, right?" Natalie leaned down and stuck her fingers into the the leg hole of Brian's romblis to confirm. "Yep! You went izvat in your romblis just by listening to Mēmē's story! That's so freakin' adorable! Looks like you can stay home during this year's Vīripār. You've already proven that you still need romblis; what good would going to the dance even do? That's great because now I can tuck you in for an early bedtime before me and Dēdē go to the dance. Come on, little stinker. I see your eyes drooping already. And I still need to change your cummy romblis; if only you had a Romblis Maksis like Anatoli!"

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"I know it's a lot to take in, commander, but we'll have to explain later," Greta informed. "The first tour group of the day is coming in and you need to have your diaper changed."

Greta had really undercut Ellen's internal monologue about being a strong leader with that comment about diaper changes. But, Ellen looked down to confirm that Greta was horribly, regrettably corrected. Her diaper began to swell and turn a dark shade of yellow as Ellen realized she had let her bladder go amongst all the surprises. So much for leading her crew through the mission, Ellen cried internally. Were they going to follow her as she waddled in her soaked diaper.

Ellen tried not to watch as Great untaped her wet diaper and slid it out from under her, leaving her naked on the floor. Unfortunately, while trying to look away, she was forced to look up at the aliens through the glass. Some took pictures, some pointed, and others made comments in a gibberish language of clicks and beeps that were assumedly about her strange, foreign anatomy. Ellen wiped tears away again as she watched one of the aliens walk up with a microphone and speak into it. The gibberish played through speakers in the room, which was followed by an English translation.

"Folks, you are very lucky to see the very first diaper change of our new residents here in the human exhibit," the alien guide exclaimed. "From our research, these baby humans are approximately thirty Earth years old, or seven years old here on <untranslatable>. I'm sure you're asking yourself, isn't that a long time for a species to remain infants? And, it is! Much longer than any other alien species we've discovered. But, it's clear by their long term use of diapers, that humans don't potty train until forty to forty-five Earth years - almost half of their lifespans!"

Ellen's head began to spin again, each word spoken over the speaker echoing inside her head like a curse. It was their space diapers! It had these aliens convinced that they were babies who weren't even toilet trained, which Ellen had just confirmed by weeing herself in fear. They were stuck in some kind of alien enclosure where they'd be treated like babies as an audience of gawking aliens watched enraptured as they filled their diapers!

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Max had thought it was weird when his adult cousins Sydney and Liza had suggested "playing house."

"Like we used to do every Thanksgiving!" Sydney suggested.

"Come on!" Liza encouraged. "It'll be fun!"

Max thought it was a bit silly, but he had a weak spot for his cousins. He only saw them once a year at Thanksgiving and he looked forward to being around them all year. He did have fond memories of playing house with them as kids. His heart skipped a beat back then when he got to play the "Daddy" and Sydney and Liza fought over who got to be the "Mommy", which is probably where his taboo crush on his two cousins had formed.

It was harmless, Max had convinced himself of his forbidden attraction. It wasn't actually like he was going to hook up with either of them and if he happened to think of one or both of them in bed from time to time... well, no one would be the wiser. No one gets hurt.

Max followed the sisters up to their old childhood bedrooms while the rest of the extended family mingled over hors d'oeuvres downstairs.

He was surprised as they opened the door to see certain supplies laid out on one of their beds - talcum powder, wipes, etc.

"We want to play a bit differently this year," Liza shared. "I want to be the Mommy..."

"... and I'm going to be the Auntie," Sydney finished. "You're going to be the baby!"

"Baby?" Max chuckled. "So, you want me to crawl around saying 'googoo gaga'?"

"More than that," Liza snickered, pushing Max onto the empty bed. Max gasped as Sydney began to unbutton and then unzip his jeans. She took his jeans and boxers and slid them off, leaving him bottomless with his dick exposed. He should've resisted, pulled his pants back up, and ran, but all he could do was lay there in shock. This was like every wet dream he'd ever had!

"You think we don't know about your obsession with us?" Liza revealed, grabbing something from the other bed that rustled in her hands. "We see you every year salivating across the table and it's not over the mashed potatoes!"

Max felt uneasy now. He lifted his head to leave, but Sydney pinned his shoulders back down. Liza approached him with the item she had taken from her other supplies. It was a thick, white diaper. Liza unfolded it before lifting his legs and sliding it underneath.

"See, look, the sick perv is already hard!" Liza declared. It was true. Despite Max's best efforts, his cock had betrayed him, standing up straight in excitement. "Awww, is da liddle baby excited to go back in Pampers?" Sydney teased.

Max thrashed around now, but it was no use. Sydney had him trapped easily as Liza grabbed the baby powder and sprinkled it on his erect penis like she was pre-seasoning the Thanksgiving turkey!

"No tantrums," Liza instructed, trading out the powder for something else. "We'll tape you up soon. First, we need to clean you off."

Max's eyes widened as Liza revealed the baby wipe in her right hand, which cruised straight for his junk, which she began wiping down. Max's legs kicked instinctively, held in place only by Liza's arms laying on top of them as she scrubbed his cock with a tight grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he started vibrating. He knew he was going to blow his load, either onto his cousin or into his diaper.

"Sydney! Liza!" Max's Aunt Sharon called from downstairs. "Thanksgiving dinner's ready!"

"Can you come here first?" Sydney yelled back. "Max has something he wants to show you! Bring dad too! In fact, bring as much of the family as you want!"

"No!" Max shouted, trying his best to fight his cousins off from the top of him. The whole family was about to know he was some kind of sick freak, probably some kind of diaper weirdo too, and all the evidence would be plain to see in his own messy diaper. Although, if he had issues conflating sex and family gatherings, he wouldn't have found himself in this position.

The last thing Max heard before messing in his diaper was the familiar creak of Liza and Sydney's bedroom door.

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Roger turned Catina's face to make out with her, but she pushed back and returned to his neck. Roger was puzzled, but lay back and let her take control. Catina shoved her hand down the front of Roger's pants and sped up her hand movements. With each stroke of his cock, Roger grew closer and closer to climax.

Gripping on to either side of the bed frame, Roger prepared to cum all over Catina's perfect chest. He turned his head to the left, catching a glimpse of the room-length mirror mounted on the wall. His reflection lay tense and built up on the mattress, but Catina wasn't there. Roger gasped and did a double take back towards Catina.

The last thing Roger saw as Catina lifted her head was a pair of fangs appearing from the top of Catina's mouth. Thunder struck outside as she returned to his neck and sunk her fangs deep inside.

Roger thrashed and screamed, unable to stop himself from unloading all over himself as blood gushed out of the two puncture wounds in his neck. Roger struggled to lift his arms and attempt to push the creature off of himself, but his limbs grew limp as more and more blood kept bursting from his neck, dripping and staining the comforter below.

Catina was like a dog, slurping every drop she could get her sweet lips around. She began feeling herself again as she drank each spurt like it was an oasis in the desert. It had been so long since Catina had savored the sweet, sweet taste of blood and she was relishing every single sip.

Roger now lay completely dormant, dead in the middle of the mattress. In a matter of moments, his body shriveled up and his hair turned gray. He had rapidly transformed from a young bachelor in his mid-30s to the long-rotted corpse of an elderly man.

Meanwhile, as Catina lapped up the last of the non-coagulated blood, her body began to transform as well. Her face became smoother with less blemishes. Her already slim waist became even slimmer and her hips moved closer together. Her bones turned stronger and her posture grew better. Her large breasts moved slightly upward, now perky and firm. She stood up off the mattress and licked her lips in the body of a 24-year old.

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"Jeepers," Daphne exclaimed as she approached the run-down spooky building. "This place is giving me the willies."

"No one said solving this mystery would be for the faint of heart," Velma replied. "But a series of spooky disappearances in a historically haunted town just before Halloween is nothing we can't handle."

Velma and Daphne stood shoulder to shoulder outside the Mystery Machine with their flashlights armed. Mystery Incorporated had gotten a tip a few days ago about tourists going missing in the Halloween destination town of Yawning Creek, Massachusetts.

"The town gets an influx of tourism around Halloween because of the Legend of Yawning Creek," Velma had explained to the gang.

"Zoinks!" Shaggy quivered. "Is that, like, the story where that scary monster hypnotizes people to walk in the creek where they're, like, never heard from again?!"

"The very same," Velma had responded, ambivalent to Shaggy's usual fright towards any mystery that came across their desks.

It was part of the dynamic that had lead to Mystery Incorporated's overwhelming success rate of solving mysteries over the past couple of years and made them world-renowned crime stoppers. Velma was the brains behind the group, analyzing details, collecting clues, and piecing it all together to unmask the supposed "monster" as just another average person with a grievance. Daphne brought the beauty, which allowed her to get accustomed with people, discover their motives, get kidnapped... only sometimes, and help the crew trap the culprit.

The others contributed as well, but it was Velma and Daphne's strong chemistry that landed the two of them here in front of the abandoned building, following a lead they had picked up from the town historian about the disappearances.

Who could've done it? Was it Mayor Bushwell in an effort to stir even more tourism to Yawning Creek in a sick ploy for reelection? Could it be Sheriff Walker, frustrated at the surge of Halloween mischief that the town's spooky origins attracted? Or maybe even the town historian himself, Old Man Jenkins, sending the girls on a wild goose chase so that they didn't catch on to his scheme to show people the true horrors of the town's capitalized-upon history?

The pair hoped that the answers to where these missing people were could be found here - the abandoned Yawning Creek Daycare Center. It was certainly a peculiar crime scene, Velma thought. But she couldn't afford to leave one stone unturned.

"Let's split up," Daphne suggested.

"Good idea," Velma said. "That way, we can cover more ground. Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Hardy-har," Daphne mocked back.

The two went their separate ways once inside the daycare. Velma went right at the reception area and Daphne turned left.

Velma opened the door to discover a large classroom setting that she suspected could fit nearly twenty students. It was quite a big space for a preschool classroom, fitted with shared tables for all the students, a play area with a chest stuffed full of toys like firetrucks and building blocks, and a reading carpet with shelves of childrens' books behind it. Velma always had an interest in reading, even at that young age. She reminisced about sitting criss-cross applesauce on the carpet and listening to her teacher reading The Rainbow Fish for the class, stopping after each page to show all the pictures.

Velma snapped out of her nostalgic thoughts. It was all very nice, but what did any of this have to do with the missing townspeople? A vengeful mother seeking revenge for the city's decreasing options for childcare? Seems farfetched, Velma figured. I have to look for more clues.

As she made a quick motion to reinspect the classroom, Velma accidentally stumbled on an old-fashioned Farm Animal Noises Wheel, which made a sustained "Mooo!" sound, as she fell to the ground. She caught herself on her two hands and her glasses flew off, sliding across the floor to an unknown destination.

"Oh no, my glasses!" Velma bemoaned. "I can't see a thing without my glasses!"

Velma began crawling on all floors around the Pre-K classroom, attempting to feel out for her spectacles. As she felt around, she grabbed something that felt like a small wooden box. She pulled it close to her face so she could make it out with her poor vision. It was a shape-sorter toy! The one where you had to fit the different shaped pegs in the correct holes. Velma used to love them when she was a tyke! Testing her geometrical knowledge and sharpening her brain was a treat to her at that age.

Velma indulged in her nostalgia by picking up one of the square pegs and placing it in the... wait, which hole did it go in again? Velma sat on the playmat, dumbfounded as she was unable to think of the correct option. She was a genius, after all! After a moment, she tried to jam it through a circle-shaped hole, but it didn't work. She went back to her train of confusion, not noticing as a stream of drool flowed from the side of her mouth onto her bright, orange sweater.

Suddenly, Velma's vision returned as a pair of foreign hands placed her glasses onto her face for her.

"Don't worry," the person said. "You don't have to worry about thinking anymore."

Meanwhile, Daphne searched what appeared to be the infant care area. There were large changing tables and shelves full of fresh diapers. Daphne gagged at the thought of having to change diapers. Gross!

Daphne was not the one to get her hands dirty, literally or metaphorically. Even for Mystery Inc., she wasn't the one collecting clues or putting all the puzzle pieces together; that was Velma. Daphne had the people skills to balance out Velma's analytical mind.

In this abandoned daycare, those skills may not have come in handy as much, Daphne thought to herself. There was no one here and even if they're were toddlers abound, she doubted it would make for rousing conversation.

It was these isolated situations where Daphne usually found herself being kidnapped - a typical damsel in distress. But, Daphne knew she was more than that and so she was sure to be checking every corner for anyone or anything that may be lurking.

She made her way towards a sleeping area where the little ones could be tucked in for naptime. However, a realization hit Daphne - these cribs weren't that little. In fact, they were pretty large! Large enough for Daphne herself to fit in. That must be a clue, Daphne figured. She had found a clue! And not gotten kidnapped! She almost couldn't wait to go share with Velma.

Unfortunately, Daphne celebrated far too early as, all of a sudden, a pair of ropes sprung out from amidst the darkness and wrapped themselves around Daphne's hands and feet, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Eep!" Daphne shouted as she hit the cushioned floor. With a thud, Daphne began to scream, "Velmaahhh-" Her cries for help were cut short by a piece of thick, black tape that came out of nowhere and covered up her mouth.

Daphne thrashed around on the ground while her yells were muffled.

"That's a lovely outfit," a voice said from the darkness, causing Daphne to pause in fear. "But I think it's time for a change."

Daphne's eyes widened as her clothes were magically ripped off her body one by one. First, her iconic long-sleeved purple dress flew forward after tearing at the back. She felt her bra magically unclasp at the back before it flew off into the darkness, followed by her panties. She was left completely exposed by the undressing, which ended with her lime-green scarf being pulled from her neck.

Daphne screamed as the invisible force yanked on her hair, pulling her to an upright sitting position. She tried moving her head around to escape the magic's grasp, but she was helpless as it began tying and knotting her hair. Daphne couldn't make out what it was doing until the pulling stopped and two pigtails fell down on either side of her head.

Suddenly, Daphne found herself laid with her back flat against the floor again as the mysterious force grabbed her feet and pushed them up towards her head, laying her ass bare for anyone who came through the door. She felt as something was slipped under it, but she was unable to lift her head high enough to make out what it was. It felt a little like medical exam table paper on Daphne's butt, but it was thicker. Daphne squealed as her legs were dropped and the rope binding them was undone so that the strange object could be folded up in between her legs. As it was fastened together on either side of her hips, Daphne realized what it was - it was a large diaper!

Finally, the rope that was shackling Daphne's hands and the muzzle that was constricting her mouth fell to the ground. "WHAT THE FU-" Daphne shrieked with tears in her eyes, but as her mouth was open a large pink pacifier flew inside, silencing her once again.

The magic force dragged Daphne by the legs out of the sleeping area and back towards the daycare. Daphne desperately dug her nails into the carpet in an attempt to fight back, but the force was too strong and she wailed as her body was tugged back through the door.

Once she was through the door and the force let go, she turned her body over and immediately spotted Velma. Daphne would have ordinarily been humiliated with her situation - this was certainly the worst kidnapping she had found herself in yet - but she realized Velma was also dressed like a giant baby! Her orange jumper and glasses were missing, leaving her in only a diaper and pigtails. Velma had no pacifier though; in fact, she drooled from her mouth with a vacant expression in her eyes. "Dafdee!" Velma celebrated with her arms raised high in the air at the sight of her friend Daphne.

"Velma?" Daphne managed past her pacifier. "Wha happen'd to-"

Daphne's inquiry was cut short as a figure came out of the darkness behind Velma. "Forn?" Daphne managed.

It was Thorn, the friendly rocker witch from Oakhaven. "Surprised, Daphne?"

"Forn, wha aw you doin'?" Daphne lisped her way through.

Thorn used her magic to pull Daphne's pacifier into her hand at a speed so fast it made an audible pop exiting Daphne's mouth.

"Sorry baby, I didn't quite catch that," Thorn teased. "Try annunciating."

"Thorn!" Daphne yelled in frustration. "Why'd you dress us like babies? We're your friends!"

"Fwiends! Fwiends!" Velma cheered, mindlessly clapping her hands together while bouncing up and down on her padded bottom.

"Friends?" Thorn questioned in disgust. "Ugh, classic Daphne. So sure that everyone must absolutely love you! We did get along long enough to stop The Witch's Ghost, entirely thanks to me! But I'm guessing you don't even remember what you said to me after that, do you?"

Daphne shook her head.

"Really? When I asked to join Mystery, Inc.?" Thorn recalled. "You and Velma laughed in my face, saying that there wasn't room for another girl on the team. You guys boasted about how you had the 'brains' and the 'looks' covered and that I had neither to offer. You told me to go run along and play with my 'little band.'"

Daphne was stunned. "Thorn, that's not how we meant it. You took it the wrong way! Besides, you lead innocent visitors to their demise just because of some stupid vendetta against us?"

Thorn cackled. "Nobody's missing!" she revealed. "See, if you and Velma were as clever as you think you are, you would have investigated to see if anyone had gone missing instead of blindly believing some anonymous tip!"

"That was you?!" Daphne realized, eyes wide. Thorn nodded her head with a grin.

"So now you're going to transform me into some mindless bimbo like her?" Daphne cried, gesturing towards Velma who was unintelligibly making noises with her mouth like "buhbuhbuh" while rolling around on the floor in her diaper.

Thorn laughed again. "Oh Daphne, don't give yourself so much credit. I took away Velma's 'brains', but you - you already have about a grade school reading level. There's barely any 'brains' to take! No, you were the 'looks,' weren't you? Always loving your cute little outfits and believing that being the team slut was actually important to solving mysteries! You'll be in only one outfit from now on - your diaper. My spell makes it so you can't wear anything else. And you won't be able to remove it yourself."

Daphne fumed, both at the accusation that she was stupid and at the prospect of toddling around in thick diapers for the rest of her life! She pulled at the tapes, trying to rip them off to no avail.

"It's not a total loss," Thorn mocked. "You'll still be able to accessorize! They make lots of cute diapers with fairy princesses or unicorns or mermaids on them! We'll see how many men are fawning over you in that getup! I'm sure Fred will find it so hot when you tug on his ascot and ask him to change your stinky diaper!"

Tears ran down Daphne's face. "You can't do this! You ca-" Daphne was once again interrupted by the large pacifier flying into her mouth.

"That's better," Thorn said. "Now, one last spell."

Thorn snapped her fingers and Daphne immediately felt her stomach rumble. She grasped it, clenching every muscle in her body to block what was about to happen. She heard a fart escape Velma's diaper, followed by a giggle. Her counterpart was blissfully content with the spell's effects and didn't fight them, audibly unloading a mess in the backseat of her diaper. Daphne's face turned red from strain, praying to avoid the same fate. But at long last, Daphne couldn't take it and destroyed her diaper, filling it from front to back with liquid mush.

"Oh, how cute!" Thorn derided. "It smells like you babies left me two clues! Now, you two are going to change each others' dirty diapers after a quick game of 'humpies'. Then, I'll bring you two back to Shaggy and Fred where we'll introduce them to the newest member of Mystery, Inc. - me! My crime-solving intuition suspects that there may be a spot for a girl on the team after all. Even if that spot involves changing diapers and warming up bottles for this dynamic diaper duo!"

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Sunlight peeked in through the cracks in the blinds as the alarm on Michael's iPhone started to chirp. Michael struggled to crack open his eyes as he threw his large, weighted comforter from off of his body. He slumped his hand over and hit the phone to stop the incessant noise. His phone showed the same time it always did: 6:30 a.m. This was the start to Michael's day... every day.

Michael turned his eyes over to the other end of the bed to his wife, Phoebe, who was thankfully still sound asleep. Phoebe didn't work and Michael's habit of making noise early in the morning (i.e. getting ready for work) made it so he had to endure an earful from his cranky wife in addition to his early routine. So, as he slipped out from under the sheets, he made sure to do so without making a peep.

He quietly made his way over to his walk-in closet and slowly slid the door open. Rows of repeating articles of clothing were on either side - one shelf of khakis, one closet rod of grey suits. The only articles which offered a more colorful variety were Michael's button down shirts, which alternated between white or blue, and an assortment of ties to match with his outfit. The most standout tie was one covered in a pattern of dollar bills, which Phoebe had gifted him ironically enough with his own money to celebrate his first day at his new job three years ago. It was a novelty tie; obviously, he couldn't wear it to work but that didn't stop Phoebe from ranting at him that he didn't appreciate her gifts.

First, Michael stripped out of his sleeping outfit, including his dirty boxers, partially stained with the remnants of an especially exciting dream he had had last night. He chucked them into an ever-growing pile of his dirty underwear that was mounting in the laundry basket. These dreams were hazardous to the load of laundry, but they were pretty consistent since Phoebe had expressed her disinterest in having sex regularly.

Michael groggily changed into his typical outfit - white button down shirt with the top collar buttoned with a grey suit and a striped tie. After changing, he slid the closet door behind him, wincing in fear as Phoebe stirred at the sound of the door squeaking. With the door completely shut, he sighed a quiet sigh of relief, happy that he hadn't woken his wife up at the last possible moment.

Safely in the kitchen, Michael's breathing returned to an audible norm now that he was blissfully alone for the only time of his entire day. For thirty minutes, he was able to sip his coffee, eat his toast, and work on a few clues from Sunday's crossword without anyone interjecting and telling him what to do. Once the thirty minutes were up, he had to begin his drive to the office, which added to his alone time but was not nearly as relaxing as his morning coffee due to the overwhelming amount of traffic. It was a long commute into the city, which is why his alarm was set so early in the morning. He dreaded it; nonetheless, he grabbed his keys and braced for the flood of cars.

As the chorus of horns on the interstate surrounded him, Michael gripped his steering wheel and took a long, deep breath. Car horns were always the background noise to his yacht rock radio station, but Michael hadn't been able to come to terms with their daily occurrence; in fact, they only became more irritating with every commute. Michael turned up the current song, trying to drown out the roar of never-moving traffic.

"Arthur, he does as he pleases All of his life, his master's toys Deep in his heart, he's just, he's just a boy Living his life one day at a time And showing himself a pretty good time Laughing about the way they want him to be"

The verse echoed in Michael's head until he was jolted back to reality by a shout, "Mike!"

Michael was sat at his cubicle in the office with his computer monitor turned on and his email opened to several unread messages. He must've gotten lost in his routine, mindlessly parking his car, making his way up the elevator, and setting up his work area as if he were on autopilot. As if he were a zombie.

The shout came from his coworker Jim, who was sat partially on the edge of Michael's desk but with both feet on the ground. He held up a folder of forms. Michael hated Jim for always showing him up at work and brownnosing the boss. Jim had the charisma that Michael lacked but made up for in actual work.

"Morning Jim," Michael managed. "How's your day so far?"

"Not bad, not bad," Jim responded. "Just had a meeting with Mr. Boss Man. Seems like they're going to announce who's getting the big assistant manager promotion later today."

Michael had his eyes set on that promotion since the former assistant manager left the position. He was a shoo-in, after all. He had the most sales of any of the agents, was always on time, and even stayed late most days. He didn't want to seem too excited in front of Jim since that was the sort of thing that would earn him some ribbing from his coworker, so he played it cool.

"Oh yeah?" Michael inquired, continuing the conversation. "You have any idea of who's going to get it?"

Jim looked around the office, raising his eyebrows as a sly grin grew on his face. "Well... it's me!" he announced. "That's why I just had that meeting. Oh gosh, I'm supposed to keep quiet about it, but I just can't keep my big mouth shut!"

Michael's heart sank. Of course Jim had schmoozed his way into the big promotion. Why would Michael even bother getting his hopes up? Jim must've noticed Michael's reaction because he immediately took the opportunity to dig the knife in deeper.

"Hey, keep your head up," he feignedly encouraged. "There'll be other promotions. Now that I'm your supervisor, I can always put in a good word." Michael had to physically restrain himself from rolling his eyes and groaning. "Speaking of being your supervisor," Jim continued. "I have some sheets I need filled out before EOD that I won't be able to get to because I have a lunch thing with a client. If I send you a link with those sheets, would you be able to handle those for me?"

"Actually, I..." Michael began to protest.

"Perfect!" Jim celebrated. "That'll be such a big help! You are such a team player!" He then opened his manila folder and placed one of the forms in front of Michael. "Also, before I go, could you sign and date at the bottom there?"

Michael began to look over the form. "It's just performance review stuff," Jim clarified. "All very standard."

That was enough for Michael to sign - if it would get Jim to leave him alone faster.

Jim took the form back and thanked Michael before leaving him to get to those Google sheets that needed to be completed. Michael opened Jim's link to a folder with a dozen sheets, each with hundreds of rows that needed to be math-checked and approved. He groaned, mentally rescheduling all the tasks he had planned to work on today. These sheets would take him all day.

And so they did. As Michael diligently did the math for each row and verified the result, he felt his mind wander to the reoccurring dream he had been having. The dreams never involved his wife, which Michael would sometimes feel guilty about. Last night, the subject of Michael's fantasies was Zendaya. She had busted down the door in a pair of sexy lingerie and crawled towards the foot of the bed, ravenous for his cock. She jumped on top of him before whispering sensually, "I want to feel it throbbing inside me."

Michael came back to reality, realizing that he'd have to redo the math of the last few rows as he hadn't even been consciously paying attention to the results. He looked around anxiously, worried that someone may have noticed the slight bulge in his dress pants. It was hard for Michael to focus on the task at hand, not only because of his sexual frustration, but also because it was so goddamn boring! And as Michael would get distracted, it would only take longer and longer.

A coworker stopped by at five o'clock to tell Michael about the happy hour happening in the lounge area to celebrate Jim's promotion, but Michael still had two sheets left to do. Regardless, he would rather jump out his office's sixth floor window than "cheers" to the tool who assigned him the extra busywork anyway.

At 8:00 p.m., Michael finally finished the last row and forwarded them back to Jim before shutting down his computer.

The drive back home wasn't as painful as the one that morning, mostly because the interstate was clear of rush hour traffic at this late hour. Still, the impatience to get home after a long day frustrated Michael. It was 9:06 when Michael made it inside his front door, which gave him an hour and twenty-four minutes to eat dinner, shower, and brush his teeth before going to bed.

Phoebe was in the kitchen as Michael walked in to reheat some leftovers. She wore a black see-through lace robe, which caused the immediate return of Michael's bulge. She had rollers all through her dark hair and she snacked on some potato chips with one hand as she swiped on her iPad with the other. She didn't bother saying "hello" to Michael before rushing towards him with the iPad.

"Babe!" she exclaimed in her dash, "Look at this bag! Don't you think it would look so great with my new heels?"

Michael glanced at the Prada website only briefly, not really looking but just out of a sense of obligation. "Yeah, definitely," he half-heartedly agreed before making his way to the fridge.

"I'm so glad you think so, baby!" Phoebe cheered. "Because I ordered it earlier!"

"Didn't you get a Prada bag like three weeks ago?" Michael asked as he pulled a cold dish of ziti out of the fridge.

"I know!" Phoebe said. "Now, I'll have options!"

Michael popped the ziti in the microwave before turning back to Phoebe. "Ok, honey, just..." he stammered. "We may need to be a bit careful with spending going forward. I... I didn't get the promotion."

"Oh, honey," Phoebe said with melancholy. "I heard. I'm so sorry."

"You did?" Michael questioned.

"Um... yeah," Phoebe responded. "Your... your boss called."

Michael sighed as the microwave beeped. He dejectedly opened the microwave door and grabbed the now hot bowl of ziti, throwing it on the kitchen counter as his fingers quickly felt the burn.

"Come tomorrow, that silly promotion isn't even going to matter," Phoebe declared as she grabbed her bag of potato chips and started to head upstairs. She paused though and turned back towards Michael, "Oh, before you take a shower, can you take the trash out? It's full. Thanks, baby!" She made some kissy noises and made her way upstairs.

Once Michael finished his dinner and took the trash out to the end of the driveway, he took a shower before joining Phoebe in the bed where she was reading Gone Girl next to the reading lamp stationed on her bedside table. Michael, horny from earlier, started to cuddle up to his wife and kiss her on the cheek. Despite his obvious hints, Phoebe would just smile and giggle shortly with her eyes glued to her novel. Michael figured his best chance would be to just ask, preparing himself for the usual rejection.

"Oh, baby," Phoebe pitied. "I'm in the middle of my book."

"It'll be quick," Michael bargained, knowing that was typically a bad thing.

"Fine," Phoebe agreed, much to Michael's surprise. She lifted her robe to unveil her pussy, dry as a desert. Michael, on the other hand, was ready to go and his precum acted as an instantaneous lube. He climbed on top of his wife and inserted himself; his tiny penis didn't cause any discomfort for his wife as he did so. As he thrust, Phoebe held her book behind his head, continuing to read as Michael did his best to pleasure her. She read about a paragraph before the sex ended with Michael whimpering and keeling over to his side of the bed. Michael gasped for air in pure ecstasy while Phoebe turned to the next page in her book. "That was nice, dear," Phoebe said simply, obviously not believing her own words.

It was 10:39 at that point and Michael closed his eyes as Phoebe continued her book. As Michael started to fall asleep, he thought ahead to the day that awaited him. It would be another average day where he would be used and emotionally neglected by his wife Phoebe, teased and condescended to by his coworker Jim, and rendered involuntarily celibate much to his sexual frustration; all the while feeling trapped in this never ending, soul-crushing cycle that made him feel worthless.

Michael was right about the details of tomorrow, but his overall conclusion was not correct - tomorrow would be anything other than an average day.

Waking up to his alarm at 6:30 a.m. was much the same as was his regimen of throwing his messy boxers in the laundry, getting dressed in a replica of yesterday's suit, and making his way downstairs to the coffee machine without waking Phoebe up.

However, as he sipped his coffee and worked on his crossword, he noticed Phoebe coming down the stairs in the same lace robe from last night. He set his coffee down and immediately began pleading, "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to wake you up! I'll try and be quieter next time!"

"You didn't wake me up," Phoebe said morosely. "I came to say goodbye."

"Goodbye?" Michael questioned. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Michael turned to it as if something alien was on the other side; no one ever knocked this early in the morning. He looked to Phoebe for some type of validation, but she stared at the floor. After a moment, he walked over to the front door and opened it. Two large uniformed men pushed past Michael and entered the house.

"Hey!" Michael called after them, following closely behind. "Hey! You can't just barge in here! What's the big idea?!"

He made his way back to the kitchen where the two men were stood next to Phoebe. "I assume this is him?" one of the guys said, pointing at Michael. Phoebe silently nodded and the man turned to address Michael for the first time.

"You've been enrolled in a special program for reeducation," the man explained coldly. "Your program begins immediately and we are here to escort you away as soon as possible. You are required to leave all personal belongings behind or they will be confiscated from you at your arrival. If you resist, we are authorized to detain you through force. If you don't have any questions at this time, then we ask you to turn around and leave with us peacefully."

Michael's mouth hung agape. For seconds - what felt like minutes in his head - he was speechless. "Any questions?!" he finally responded. "Any questions? Yeah, I have a few questions. Phoebe, what are they talking about?"

Phoebe looked up at Michael with some shame. Her voice cracked a little as she spoke, "I love you, Michael. I really, really do, but... you're not the kind of husband I need. I need someone who can provide for me. Someone who bets on himself and wins every time. I need a real, supportive man."

"I provide for you!" Michael shouted back.

"You can't provide everything I need!" Phoebe claimed.

Michael scoffed. "All of this is because I didn't get the promotion, isn't it?"

"It's not just that!" Phoebe answered. "Our sex is terrible. I barely feel your prick inside me and it only takes ten seconds of me lying there like a starfish for you to..."

"Ok! Ok! I get it!" Michael interrupted, suddenly embarrassed that this intimate conversation was taking place in front of two strange men. "So what? You think you can just send me away to this 'reeducation' program and they're gonna teach me how to be a big, strong man for you?"

"No, that's not what they're going to teach you," Phoebe clarified. Michael was puzzled. It felt like every minute detail Phoebe dropped into the conversation changed Michael's understanding of the problem entirely. Why was Phoebe complaining about his inability to provide and please her if she wasn't going to send him away to a program that fixed those issues? She continued, "When you come back, things will be completely different. But, we can be together forever. And happy! It's for the best."

"You can't make me go," Michael said, standing his ground. "You can't take me against my will. That's illegal!"

"We have all the proper paperwork," one of the men said, pulling a piece of paper out of his uniform's inside pocket. Michael's eyes widened as the man unfolded the form to display to him. Michael's signature and yesterday's date were at the bottom, clear as day. It was his performance review forms - except it wasn't. He had agreed to something else entirely without his knowledge.

Michael turned to Phoebe with a look of absolute betrayal in his eyes. Phoebe looked away again, unable to make eye contact with him. "Jim?" was all Michael could utter in absolute disbelief at Phoebe's disloyalty.

"Alright, time to go," the other man said, grabbing Michael by the wrist. The other man held Michael by his other wrist and Michael complied as they lead him towards the front door.

An unfamiliar van was parked outside Michael's house. Michael was lead to the back of the van and instructed to climb inside. The van doors were shut, sealing Michael away from his mundane, everyday life.

Michael took one last look through the van windows as the van pulled away from his home, unaware of the experience that was waiting from him at his ultimate destination.

Hey everyone,

About a year ago, I announced my Patreon at a time when I had less than 2000 followers. In that time, my follower count has more than doubled to 4000 followers! Thank you to everyone who continues to support my writing, either here or on Patreon.

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"Have you seen the ads for this new video game?" Melanie's boyfriend asked her one day.

The innocuous question had sent chills down Melanie's spine. She hadn't touched a video game in over a year. The last game she had played was the new Blood Legends and, before that, she had been an avid gamer. More than that, really, she had been an staunchly competitive and unsportsmanlike gamer, someone who was unpleasant to be around when a fail screen would come up. After Melanie had woken up from what she could only guess was a next-level rage-induced coma of sorts with only the smell of talcum powder as a memory, she had decided to put aside gaming all together and pick up more relaxing hobbies.

Melanie met her new boyfriend Alex shortly after that at the library and he was none-the-wiser to her past as a competitive gamer. As far as he was aware, there wasn't a competitive bone in Melanie's body unless she was competing to crochet faster than him. Melanie preferred it this way and was sure that any hint that she was a raging gamer would scare Alex away.

So, playing a video game with Alex seemed like the worst possible option. He showed her the trailer: it was a co-op game about a married couple who were warped to magic worlds by an evil sorcerer and had to work together to get back to the real world. "Doesn't it look cute?" Alex asked, handing Melanie the second-player controller.

Melanie frowned. She didn't want Alex to see her mean side, but the game did look pretty innocent. It certainly was no Blood Legends VI: Underworld. Melanie supposed a pleasant couch co-op platformer with her man was unlikely to cause any outbursts.

The opening cutscene showcased the couple in their normal everyday lives. While cleaning through their basement, they open a cursed book that sends them to the first tutorial world: a fantasy setting with in a large castle with a moat. The first section of the tutorial involved jumping over the moat without falling in. Melanie cleared the gap on the first attempt, obviously. She had slain the Lord of Dragons in Blood Legends V without needing to heal. She could complete this basic platforming tutorial with one hand. Her significant other, however, fell splash straight into the water.

"How'd you do that so easily?" Alex questioned as Melanie's character stood idly inside the castle gates.

Melanie sighed and gripped her controller. This might be a long game if she had to wait for Alex each time, she thought to herself. But, she couldn't let her impatience get the better of her. "You have to dash in midair."

Splash!

"Which button is that?" Alex asked, looking down at his controller.

"It's circle, dear." Melanie groaned. Alex spent a few seconds, eying the controller closer. "The one on the right!" Melanie snapped, shouting a bit louder than she meant to. As Alex turned to her, she quickly put on a smile to cover up her frustration.

When he turned back to the game, she bit her lip.

The pair continued on and, after lots of battling and seething on Melanie's part, defeated the boss of the tutorial level: a fire-breathing dragon. The evil sorcerer teleported the characters a new Wild West-themed level where Alex's character wielded a lasso to tangle up enemies and Melanie's character had a quickdraw pistol to finish them off.

"Babe, you have to keep them lassoed so I can shoot them," Melanie instructed.

"I'm trying, babe!" Alex said back. "Gosh!"

Melanie pouted as she stopped mashing buttons for a moment to pull down the hem of her plaid skirt which had been riding up and exposing her underwear as they played on the couch. Her short school skirt was so embarrassing! She didn't want her first boyfriend to see her panties!

That said, Alex being so bad at video games was totally starting to give her the ick. She had been increasingly unable to hold in her anger as the game continued, but he had been yelling back, which was a total red flag!

All her girlfriends at school had said Alex was a loser, anyway. She should probably just dump him - she was about to start college and she should be in her slut era!

Suddenly, a bandito blasted Alex's character in the face, resulting in yet another "GAME OVER" screen.

Eventually, the two beat the level by chasing down a runaway steam train on the back of horses and eliminating the gang of thieves.

The sorcerer transported the in-game couple to a futuristic level with flying cars and laser guns. Halfway through the level, Alex got distracted while flying a rocket. "Wheeee!" he cheered as the rocket sailed haphazardly on the screen. He kicked his pajama-covered feet against the couch in excitement.

"Awex!" Melanie cried, a bulb in her mouth impacting her speech. "You hafta come down and pick me up-ah!"

Wheee!" Alex continued.

"Gimme dat!" Mel yelled, putting down her controller and fighting Alex for his. "Stop!!" Alex whined. As the two wrestled over the controller, the rocket plummeted to the ground and exploded in a fiery ball. "GAME OVER" appeared once again on the screen.

"You killt us!" Mel sighed.

"Nuh-uh," Alex taunted back. "That was you!"

"You're stupid!" Mel sneered back. "You're not even good a' dis game made for BABIES!"

As Melanie shouted it, the word echoed in her mind. Babies... Wait a minute, this was all wrong! Why was she sucking on a pacifier? Why was she wearing unicorn pajamas? And why was her boyfriend throwing tantrums like a child? They were adults who drank coffee and did crossword puzzles, not toddlers who drank apple juice and played with blocks!

All the memories that she couldn't remember before came flooding back. It was why she had stopped playing Blood Legends. All the dirty diapers she had gone through and all the tantrums she had thrown until she could fit the triangle peg into the triangle hole and get back to her adult life. She couldn't let it slip by again. She couldn't!

"Whee!!" Alex interrupted her thoughts whilst flying around in his rocket again.

"Alex, no!" Mel yelled, spitting her paci out. "If we keep losing the game, we'll be stuck in di.."

BOOM! The rocket exploded against the ground. "GAME OVER."

"DADDY! DADDY!" Alex sobbed. "Mel knocked over my block tower!!"

"Nuh-uh," Mel retorted. "I did not!"

The Necromancer entered the room to the two diapered adults with their padded rumps planted on the floor, which was scattered with toy blocks.

"Mel," The Necromancer sung in a disappointed tone. "Did you knock over your baby brother's tower?"

"No!" Mel vehemently denied. Then, after a knowing pause, Mel relented, "Maybe..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk.." The Necromancer disapproved as he magically picked up the two full-sized adults and held them against his hip. Turning to Mel on his right hip, he said, "I thought you'd be better behaved if you had a playmate to play with, but clearly not. When are you going to learn to play nice with others? Isn't that what you wanted to avoid with Alex? Now, he's going to see you throw your little tantrums all the time when things don't go your way! Why would he want to date someone with the temperament of a little baby?"

Mel looked down, avoiding eye contact with both Alex and their Daddy. After a thoughtful moment, Mel sighed and resigned, "I'm sorry I knocked over your block tower."

"Dat's OK," Alex responded.

"Now, you can kiss and make up," Daddy teased. "Then, it smells like Daddy's got two very full diapers to change."

The couple's eyes widened.

"Didn't even notice?" Daddy asked. "Not surprising. If you didn't notice that your own Daddy was the sorcerer in your new video game, I wouldn't expect you to notice you made a mess of your diaper while you were throwing a fit. Maybe if you two learn to play nice, I'll give you your big boy and big girl lives back. I'm sure you'll get along real nice laying next to each other on my changing table."

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