Sam and the Mysterious Nursery – Chapter Three
When Sam’s finished sleeping there was a few seconds where he thought everything that had happened with that horrid nightmare nursery had been a bad dream. But then he shifted position slightly and heard the crinkling. Without opening his eyes, he reached down with one of his hands and felt between his legs and found a big padded diaper enclosed in the onesie he was forced into.
Sam slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the bars of the crib. He felt his heart drop as he realised the nursery wasn’t a nightmare but a horrible reality.
Sam slowly and shakily got to his feet. He felt the rage of his humiliating situation building inside him. Sam was confused, scared and angry. He wanted to lash out, he wanted to cry, he wanted help. There was just a wave of emotion and feelings and Sam was feeling overwhelmed by them, he had no control of the situation and it was all too much for him.
With a burst of rage Sam swung his fist at the bars of the crib. He made contact with one of the cribs metal bars and despite the noise the bar didn’t budge. Sam let out a scream of anger and emotion but there was no reaction from the machines.
Sam leaned forward resting his head on the bars and contemplated his situation. How long had he been here? It had to have been a while now because he had been asleep twice and spent a lot of time in between with these crazy robot arms. Sam estimated that he must have been here at least a day, surely his family would be worrying about him and trying to find out where he was.
But how would anyone know where to look, Sam thought, he could be anywhere as far as his family and friends were concerned. This was exceptionally annoying because he was on the route between his home and the party that he had been at, anyone searching for him would be walking around outside but Sam was powerless to let anyone know where he was. This was incredibly frustrating.
Sam turned his thoughts inward to himself. He was leaning the top of his head against the bars which left him looking down and at himself, he was not shocked by what he saw but it didn’t do anything to ease his confusion and anger. He was in a thick diaper and a baby blue onesie with mittens tied on to his hands, there was no two ways about it, whoever had taken him and locked him up here had dressed him like a baby. Sam blushed red but knew better than to try and remove any clothing, last time he tried that he got the mittens and the last thing he wanted was for the arms to come back and make things worse for him.
Suddenly Sam heard a little click noise and he felt the bars of the crib slowly descending. He quickly backed up a step, tripping in the process and falling on to his padded rear with a crinkle, and watched the bars slowly slide all the way down until the disappeared into the bottom of the crib and it seemed he was free to climb down from his baby cage.
Sam waited for a minute or two, he wondered if he was being tested and he was anxious not to provoke his captors’ ire. After a couple of minutes waiting in which the silence and stillness of the nursery remained undisturbed Sam decided to scoot over to the edge of the crib. It was a long way down, he hadn’t really noticed but the crib was far enough off the ground that he would have to dangle himself over the edge and let himself drop to get down. He looked around from this little perch on the edge of the crib and noticed for the first time that everything was oversized to make him feel smaller. Sam assumed it was like that anyway, the only other explanation was that he had been shrunk which he would have disregarded immediately if it weren’t for the fact that these mechanical arms seemed to be of a vastly superior technology compared to anything Sam had ever seen before.
He shuddered and sincerely hoped that it was just oversized furniture. He thought the humiliation of being shrunk to baby size would be too much for him to bear, but with the technology displayed here he couldn’t rule out the possibility.
Sam lowered himself over the edge, as he hung down from the crib he felt the onesie he was wearing stretch pretty taut and push his diaper up into his crotch slightly. This surprised him and he lost his grip and fell to the floor, it was not a big enough fall to cause real injury but it was long enough to hurt a little. Sam was quickly distracted by surprise though as the fall caused his bladder to release with little to no control from himself. He tried to clench the muscles and stop it from happening but found he couldn’t stop the flow.
Sam was startled and just stared at his own crotch as he felt the area between his legs get warmer by a spreading warmth as the urine searched for padding to absorb itself. When it felt like the flow finally stopped Sam just sat there stunned unable to take his eyes off of his now used diaper.
“What the heck just happened?” Sam thought to himself scared and blushing again. He had just wet himself without any control, he didn’t even know he needed to go. Sam thought for a logical explanation as his mind raced, after thinking for a few seconds there was only one thing he could assume caused this. All that milk he had been force fed yesterday, could it have been drugged? With all the other unexplainable stuff that had gone on since the night he was taken was it that far-fetched to believe he had been drugged to make him lose control of his bladder?
He felt a heat rising in his face as he felt the warmth tickle him slightly as the wetness spread and absorbed more and more of his urine.
Sam quickly but shakily climbed to his feet and started walking over to a corner of the room he hadn’t been in that seemed to have a lot of items, mainly toys. He wanted to try and act like nothing had happened, he remembered when he had last wet himself and made a big deal out of it, it had brought the machines out to change him, so this time he tried to act like nothing was amiss. It wasn’t easy to pretend everything was fine, Sam was forced into a slightly wider waddle due to the swelling in the extra thick padding.
Reaching the corner Sam noticed that a great majority of things here were toys for very young children. He carelessly flicked through the things on the shelves and in the boxes looking for something to do. Teddy bears, big blocks, dolls and action figures were all Sam could find.
“I’m not a baby…” Sam said under his breath. He was still distracted at having wet himself without any knowledge it was going to happen and that combined with the toys on display made him start questioning how much he believed what he said.
Bored and with no sign of any other stimulation Sam picked up a coloring book and some crayons and laid down on his front on the floor to start filling in the pictures whilst he tried to make more sense of the situation he was in.
Sam distractedly filled in a picture of a dog on the first page of the book whilst he thought about other things. First thing that came to his mind was how infantile he must look. He was lying on his front on the floor, in a diaper that was wet and a baby blue onesie and he was coloring in a book aimed at infants. Not to mention the diaper was wet and he had had no say in the matter.
He shook his head to clear his mind. He had to focus on the future, not the here and now. He had to make sure he didn’t give up hope of rescue or just accept becoming the baby that these machines seemed to want him to be.
Escape seemed impossible, Sam thought, there was no way through the only door in the room since it was locked and there weren’t any windows or vents or anything that he thought might help the situation. The chances of someone helping him from outside was slim too, he was in what seemed like an abandoned warehouse, a long way off the street and had, as far as he knew, left very little clues as to where he disappeared to.
“I’m not a baby…” He repeated to himself again, this time a little louder as he fought to maintain control and not start panicking at his seemingly inescapable situation. What were the long term goals of these machines? Was he going to be here for the rest of his life? He would lose his mind… Maybe that is what they wanted. Who were “they”? He had no clue who or what had taken him still.
Sam’s internal monologue on his situation was cut short by a sudden cramping pain in his abdomen. Sam quickly went wide eyed knowing what this was likely to mean. He hadn’t gone “number two” since he had arrived here and now it seems like his body wanted to make it happen.
“I’m not a baby…” Sam said with a bit of defiance but a lot more panic. He looked around wide eyed, what he was looking for he didn’t know but he desperately searched for anything that might help.
Sam was hit by another wave of cramping this time forcing him to get off the ground and stand up putting his hand to his tummy until it passed. He looked around the room wildly, he staggered toward the only door in the room even though he was certain it was locked and offered only an illusion of escape. Half way there he was forced to double over with another more urgent cramp.
“I’m not a baby…” He said through gritted teeth beginning to realise the hopelessness of the situation.
Sam now crawled forward a few steps before realising that he was beaten. He pushed with his hands so that he was back on his feet but was squatting down low. The position forcing the onesie to push his wet diaper against him, he felt the next wave of cramping come over him and this time he pushed inside with it. His face went red from a combination of pushing and the embarrassment of what he was doing.
“I’m not a baby…” He said louder and with a strained voice as he resigned himself to the inevitable.
Lifting his butt up slightly so the onesie wasn’t pulling the nappy so tight he pushed and felt the tip of a warm, solid log force its way out of his butt and hit the back of the nappy. With a small grunt Sam pushed and felt it start curling around as his bowels emptied themselves into his disposable underwear.
“I’m not a baby…” He said quietly with tears in his eyes.
Once the first log of poop had come out Sam started to stand back up but with another cramp was forced to squat again as a much softer rush of poop forced its way out and into the seat of his diaper. The fact that he had gone so long without emptying his bowels was becoming abundantly obvious as his body pushed it all out. He grunted and felt the onesie he was wearing stretch slightly as his diaper bulged out to accommodate the huge load.
Eventually it all stopped and his tummy felt a lot better, though the rest of him felt a lot worse. He stayed in the squatting position for a few moments, he panted slightly at the effort as he felt his pulse return to normal.
He slowly reached back with one of his hands and felt the rear of his onesie. He could feel the huge bulge that his accident had created and grimaced to himself. His eyes were very watery but he was willing himself to not cry.
Slowly Sam lifted himself up into standing position and as he did so he felt the mess in his nappy shift around and when he was stood straight up again he now noticed it sticking to him, his diaper felt extremely full and moving around in it was now very uncomfortable. Sam did his best not to cry but tears were now running down his face. The smell of his foul deed now reached him and made him wrinkle his nose in revulsion at what he had done.
“I’m not a baby!” Sam practically shouted in defiance of his situation before falling on to his knees and loudly crying.
As if reacting to the sound of the crying the mechanical arms from the ceiling suddenly swooped down. Sam didn’t try and run away or anything this time, he just stayed kneeling in his increasingly uncomfortable messy nappy and crying into his hands. He couldn’t help but imagine how he would look if anyone could see him and that made him cry even more.
One of the mechanical hands came down behind Sam and firmly pressed itself to Sam’s butt as if it was a parent assessing the state of a baby’s diaper. Sam winced as he felt the hand squash the huge load in his diaper against his skin.
Another hand came to join the first. Together the two hands gently wrapped themselves around Sam’s waist and lifted him, carrying him towards the change table. As Sam left the ground he felt gravity take a hold of him and the diaper that had been stuck to him sank lower providing him with a little respite. Though from the weight of the diaper Sam assumed he must have practically filled it to bursting.
Sam’s crying had abated somewhat when the arms began attending to him. Sam only noticed after he was set down on the table that the way he calmed down when the “parents” came was very reminiscent of an actual toddler calming down when given attention. Sam nervously wondered if whatever may be in the food or drink was causing more changes than just the lack of bladder and bowel control. He shuddered at what that might mean, but what choice did he have. Even if he didn’t comply voluntarily he was forced to by whoever ran this place.
Sam just laid back as the hands undid the snaps of his onesie and started pulling off the tapes of the diaper. He didn’t bother to resist because he knew what would happen and the hands would just hold him down anyway so he just allowed it all to happen with a sigh of resignation.
Cleaning the mess took a few minutes as the hands wiped him clean and taped a new diaper on him, all without the slightest bit of resistance or help from Sam. When Sam’s ankles were suddenly lifted above his head to place a new diaper Sam felt his embarrassment at being in such a comprising position increase, even though he knew no one could see him. Once the change was done Sam allowed himself to be picked up and placed back into the crib. As the bars raised automatically sealing him in his cage he suddenly noticed that he was feeling sleepy even though he had not been up long at all. Having lost track of time soon after arriving he had no idea how his sleeping was so just assumed he wasn’t getting much sleep.
As he laid down in his new thick diaper and onesie he noticed the feeding hands coming down again with milk and more mush which Sam opened his mouth to and just drank and ate it all with little complaint. He wasn’t happy about doing it but knew the only alternative was being held down and having it happen anyway. He had decided there was no point resisting the inevitable. This tacit acceptance of the situation would have concerned him up until very recently, but the mental wear down of being continually forced to bend to the will of his captors was taking its toll and Sam was starting to wonder what good resisting would do.
Once the feeding was done a pacifier was strapped into Sam’s mouth firmly. He tried to resist it but the sleepiness meant his resistance was rather weak and once the pacifier was strapped on Sam just rolled over and quickly drifted off.
The End of Sam and the Mysterious Nursery – Chapter Three.
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