#snapping back

Jason looked around in panic, extremely unsure of his surroundings. *Where was he? This wasn’t the airplane he had fallen asleep on.*

Jason had fallen asleep on the AmeriWay direct flight to Italy. He can remember that clearly because he had decided not to eat until after he woke up on the other side of the ocean. Jason tried to sit up, but the strap along his chest was keeping him from sitting up. He flexed his legs trying to move them, but they would barley move. Jason could feel the rope around his ankles, constricting his movement, his arms too.

Then he heard it and his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach.

*Crinkle.*

Jason strained his neck to look down. The pink babydoll dress he was in hardly covered the diaper that was making noises as he moved. There was so much pink, from the sheet on the bed to the ceiling that was in the room.

This couldn’t be happening now, of all moments. Jason strained hard against the restraints, but it was no use, he wasn’t getting out of this crib anytime soon. He knew what would happen if he yelled for help, that horrible woman would show up again, the one from before. She’d demand that he wet his diaper, demand that he be a *good little girl for mommy.*

Jason tried to control his breathing as he took a moment to think. There had to be a way out of this. How did he get out of it last time?

But his thoughts were interrupted. He heard the telltale sound of the doorknob unlocking and turning. He then heard the sweet, sugary sounding voice of the woman who called herself mommy last time… “Baby girl, I’m back… did you miss me?”

Jason’s chest tightened as the door swung open.

Not again.

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*FIVE MONTHS EARLIER*

Jason pushed his glasses back onto his nose and continued typing on his laptop. The UV filtering glasses did wonders for his concentration. No more headaches while working, even if it was late into the night.

Jason had a big case the next day that he had a litigate in court. All the pretrial motions had gone well. His client had agreed to wear a suit and a tie to the Court House and it looked like he was getting a friendly judge this time around. To make matters even better, the managing partners had agreed to review his application for junior partner. Jason could make the equity investment; he just now needed the votes.

Closing his laptop, Jason grumbled at his smart speaker to turn off the lights and he climbed into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day for him, a big fucking easy day anyway.

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“Wake up little one.”

Jason gasped and opened his eyes.

“Who the fuck?” he mumbled. Or at least tried too. All that came out of his mouth was this gurgling noise. His tounge seemed to be pushed to the bottom of his mouth and wasn’t cooperating.

Bright white light had flooded his vision the moment he opened his eyes blinding him. He tried to move his hands up to block his eyes and clear his stunned vision, but he couldn’t. It appeared that his arms and legs were tied to his bed.

Jason’s vision cleared and he could see the ceiling of his bedroom… only it wasn’t his bedroom. The room he fell asleep in yesterday after reviewing the court documents was white and boring. This room was bright pink and had unicorns on the walls. There were shelves all over the place with pillows on them. Stacks and stacks of pillows. On another wall was a large bench like table with a pad on top. And next to him, stroking his face was a woman he had never met before in his entire life.

She was smiling at him.

“Did you sleep okay?” she asked peering into his eyes with genuine concern. But he couldn’t answer because of the gag in his mouth. Instead he trashed around trying to get out of the restraints and this horribly infantile room.

The woman frowned. “I guess not.” She put one hand on Jason’s chest and said, “Someone’s a fussy baby today. Do you want to tell mommy what’s wrong?”

*Mommy?* Jason frowned. Who was this crazy woman, how the hell did she get into his house? He knew there were crazy people all over the place, but he was sure he had locked his doors, his smart speaker did that for him.

The woman reached between Jason’s legs and squeezed. That’s when Jason heard it, this crinkling noise from between his legs. He looked down.

Where his boxers had been the night before was a white plastic diaper.

That’s when he started to panic. *Where did that come from? How did that get there? What the hell was going on here. Was this mentally ill woman breaking into people’s houses to baby them as some sort of sick fetish.*

He needed to get out of there.

Jason kept trashing, trying to strain against the restraints. But all it was doing was exhausting him. He was getting tired quickly.

While he was doing all of this, the woman had reached into his diaper, and checked it. Her hand lingered for a bit between his legs, brushing against his balls. Jason shivered at the touch slightly.

“We’ll you’re not wet, at least not yet.” The woman said. “I’m going to have to ask you to stop thrashing around baby, otherwise, I’ll have to give you something to calm you down.”

Jason wasn’t going to stop moving. He needed to get out.

But the woman was not to be deterred. She returned with a cream and rubbed it under his nose. Before Jason even noticed what had happened, he had breathed in this odor of lavender and… was that vanilla?

Jason felt the energy instantly drain from his body. The only time he could remember feeling this way was right before he went into surgery, when they gave you the drugs to calm you down. But everything relaxed, everything. While Jason sunk into the plastic sheeting that was on the bed, he found himself wetting the diaper.

The pee was quickly absorbed by the diaper as the warmth spread around his crotch. The urine pooled around his balls and butt crack and the thirsty diaper absorbed it. The warmth was heavy. Jason’s entire body felt heavy.

The woman looked Jason once over. “Oh my.” She said feigning surprise… “Did baby just wet her diaper?”

Jason felt this fire well up inside of him. This pathetic helplessness that he had never experienced before in his life. What was happening? How was this happening? He needed it to stop.

But as the woman squeezed the padding that trapped him and patted it with great sastifaction, Jason knew he was stuck for the time being. Each time he breathed in, the lavender vanilla cream made him weaker and weaker. Jason couldn’t move… but he could feel everything. Her hand rubbing the front of his diaper…

But there was one thing he couldn’t get out of his mind…

She had said, “Did baby just wet *her* diaper…”

What did that mean?

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