The Ghost and Her Doll

The Ghost and Her Doll.

Prologue

As I lay here, strapped down to a plastic coated mattress, silenced with a pacifier that, for seemingly no reason, I am unable to remove, and wearing nothing but a soaked disposable baby diaper that is unexplainably large enough to fit properly, I cower in thought of that girl, no, that thing that had done this to me. It had disappeared after strapping me down, promising it would be back with a surprise. I am terrified to find out what the surprise is. What else could that monster possibly want to add to its disturbing game?

Maybe I should back up a bit here. How did I end up here? Well, about a month ago my mom was offered a promotion. The catch? We had to move, and on short notice. Using the relocation package her company gave her, the nicest “house” Mom could find was an old defunct daycare that had an apartment on the second floor. Figuring the place could be renovated, especially if we sold the stuff left behind by the previous owner, she decided that we would move in.

Of course, as luck would have it, the process of moving in had to be as annoying as possible. For whatever bizarre reason, Mom had to finish her last couple days in her old position after our stuff was moved. I ended up agreeing to stay at the new apartment and watch our things while she went to work. In total, I would be alone for three days.

We arrived with little trouble and unpacked our things. When we finished, Mom left. It wasn’t until about an hour afterwords that it happened. I was in my new room, getting my computer set up, when I heard something downstairs crash onto the floor, and what sounded like a little girl giggling. Somewhat startled, I went to go find the source of the noise.

As I came down the last couple steps into the old daycare, I was surprised with the fact that half of the lights were on. I couldn’t see what had fallen over, but now I definitely heard a little girl laughing. Following the sound, I turned around a changing table, and found the source of the giggling. Sitting on the floor, was a little girl playing with a doll, but something was wrong. This girl was somewhat transparent, and visibly glowing.

Seeing me out of the corner of her eye, she turned and asked, “Do you want to play with me?”

Chapter 1

My reaction to the question was the same as any rational person, I panicked, quickly stuttered a “no” in response, turned around, and ran. Just as I was getting to the stairs, the girl suddenly appeared on the first step, and screamed, “But I wanna play!”

For some reason, I was frozen to the spot. The girl giggled at my frightened expression and asked, “Will you play with me now?”

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

The girl got the biggest grin on her transparent face. She walked over, and grabbed my hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong, and I couldn’t get out of it, despite being much larger than her. Suddenly, we were floating in the air. As I was panicking at gravity’s sudden abandonment of me, the girl flew us back over to the spot where I had found her.

“We’re going to play house. I’ll be the mommy, and you can be the baby. Is that okay?” the ghostly child asked.

Assuming from her appearance that the ghost meant a little game of pretend, and that I didn’t really have a choice, I reluctantly agreed. To say I was shocked at what happened next would be an understatement. The changing table next to us slowly grew to a size where it would be able to support my teenage body. Once again, the girl giggled at my shock, and dragged me up onto the table, laying me. She then let go of me to start digging through the drawers under the table.

Needless to say, I attempted to escape while she was distracted, quickly sitting up and moving to jump off the table. Unfortunately, the ghost girl looked up and saw what I was up to. Instead of freaking out, she calmly stated, “Looks like I have a squirmy baby.”

I was frozen again. The girl floated up over the table, grabbed a hold of my legs, and brought them back onto the table. She then gently pushed me back onto my back, and brought my arms to my sides. As I watched in panic, the straps on the table came to life, and fastened themselves around my wrist and stomach. As the girl went back to digging through the drawers, I found that I could move again, but was securely strapped down to the table.

Finally, the girl finished digging through the drawers, and floated back up above the table. She was holding a bottle of baby powder, and a small disposable diaper. I momentarily relaxed, realizing that there was no way the diaper could fit me, but my eyes widened as it began to grow, just like the changing table had. The ghost girl moved to take off my pants.

I finally gathered the courage to yell, “Stop! Now! I don’t want to play anymore!”

The girl giggled, and with a bemused expression, stated, “Looks like the cranky baby doesn’t want his pants changed. I know what will make him feel better.”

There was a flash of light, and, suddenly, a pacifier with a huge teat was floating in front of my face. The over-sized binky suddenly flew forward, and jammed itself into my mouth. I found that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t spit it out.

As I tried to scream, the ghost continued her work. Despite my struggles, my pants and underwear were quickly removed, my privates were powdered, and the diaper was taped around my waist. I finally ceased resisted when the second tape was fastened, and started to cry. The ghost girl giggled, kissed my forehead, and sweetly cooed, “Good baby.”

The End of The Ghost and Her Doll.

If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index