"I'm so sorry, dear," the woman smiled pleasantly, not sounding at all sorry, "but I'm afraid you won't be able to enter the play area without a diaper."

Sierra blushed, glancing at the line behind her, not wanting to hold it up. She could definitely see diaper bulges under most of their clothes, other than the ones who were obviously caretakers, holding hands or wiping faces of the adult babies they were standing beside, waiting on her. "H-How do you know I'm not?" she asked after a moment, her cheeks warming further, not liking to suggest that was the case when it wasn't.

"Oh, sweetie," the worker chuckled, leaning down and tapping Sierra on the nose, "a grown-up can always tell."

"I can tell!" Sierra protested. "I-I know which of these people have diapers on!" she turned to the line again. "I-I'm a big girl!"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "If you say so. If that's the case, though, then you can't go into the play area anyway."

Sierra pouted, crossing her arms. She'd been suspicious of this from the start, but it had felt so nice, having somebody come to her, asking for her help, as a magic-user, like she was some kind of witch for hire. She knew she hadn't always done the best at hiding her powers, so it hadn't surprised her that much that they'd known about her, although she had intended to ask them how they'd gotten that knowledge. After she'd learned what sort of job they wanted to hire her for, she'd decided it might be better not to know.

They had offered to pay her, however, and when she looked up the place they wanted her to investigate, the reviews she could find were all positive, so, as embarrassing as it was, she felt like she had to give it a shot. If there really was something untoward going on there, there might not be anyone else nearby who could put a stop to it, after all!

Everything she'd seen so far made it look like the reviews were right. It was a pleasant looking building, the walls painted bright, cheery colors. She'd spotted a nice lounge area, where caretakers were relaxing and chatting, on her way in, though they all looked so mature and intimidating she hadn't had the guts to go in and ask them if they'd heard about these rumors. On the walls of the hall, there were framed pictures of a friendly looking octopus, the mascot of the place, having fun and playing with various people, and a map of the play area.

The map made it look huge, but some of that was surely just what they had in mind for future expansions, or exaggerations of how big the various rooms were. The building she'd come into wasn't small, but it was nowhere near big enough for all of that! She'd taken a moment to try to memorize the layout, but it was so big and elaborate that it soon had her head spinning, and, besides, if they had a map here, surely there were more in the play area itself, too.

And then, past all that, she had ended up here, in the line. She felt a strange sense of excitement, approaching the door, even though she knew she was here on a job, not to have fun. She had her wand tucked away, ready for any trouble that might present itself as she explored, though, the longer she stayed here, the less she expected to need it.

It had all been going pretty well until she reached the end of the line, and she'd been stopped. She blushed, fidgeting in place, trying to decide what to do, tugging at the hem of her shirt. She really didn't want to wear a diaper if she didn't have to, but, unfortunately, it looked like she was going to have to. "I-I didn't bring one," she told the woman. "B-Because I don't need them!" she added quickly.

"Well," the worker smiled, "that's easily fixed. Just go to the prize room, and they'll help you out!"

Sierra wrinkled her nose. Were diapers really a 'prize'? Of course, to the people who normally came here, she supposed they probably would be. "Okay, fine," she sighed. "I'll go do that."

"Oh, hold on!" the woman exclaimed. She wrapped a pink wristband around Sierra's wrist, snapping it in place. "There, that will let you get one! I'll see you in a bit!"

Reluctantly, Sierra trudged back down the hall, back to the prize room she'd seen a sign for on the way in. It, like everything else here, was bigger than she'd expected, and filled with all kinds of stuff, like oversized baby toys and clothing emblazoned with the logo, along with bigger things, like TVs, and even vacations, though the ticket price for those was probably so high that very few people were able to afford them, she assumed. There were some genuinely nice looking things that might be worth trying for, since she was already going to be in the play area.

"Hello, there!" the woman behind the counter smiled at her, like the one from the play area entrance. "Are you lost, cutie? You have to earn some tickets before you can get any prizes, silly!"

Sierra blushed. "I-I was told I needed to come here to get..." she squirmed, and the woman nodded knowingly.

"I know what you need!" she bent down, behind the counter, lifting up a thick, white, disposable diaper.

"I-I don't need it," Sierra tried to tell her.

"Would you like some help getting it on?" the woman asked, and Sierra shook her head. "All right! Let me just scan your band there," she pressed a machine to Sierra's wristband, and it let out a beep. "Perfect! You're all set! Come back and see me after you get some tickets!" she winked.

"Umm..." Sierra glanced down at the diaper in her hand, wanting to get out of there before anyone else showed up and thought she had decided on that, of all things, for a prize, but also curious. "How do I get tickets?"

"That's easy!" the woman told her. "Just going to different rooms and exploring will get you some! And, if you do well in the activities there, you'll get even more! I'm sure a smart girl like you will have plenty in no time!"

Sierra decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, and assume she sounded so condescending because she spent most of her time talking to people who liked to be treated like babies. "Thanks," she said, scurrying away to the nearest bathroom, where, unsurprisingly, there were changing tables set up in the stalls, giving her somewhere to sit and tape the diaper up around her bottom.

It wasn't the worst diaper she'd ever had to wear. It was thick, but not huge, and cute, but not completely infantile. That octopus was on the landing strip, waving cheerfully, while happy fish swam along the main section of the padding. Sierra assumed they'd fade if they got wet, though she didn't plan of finding out for sure.

She wasn't certain what to do with her panties, so she tugged them up over the diaper, hoping it wouldn't stretch them out too much. Then her shorts went back on, the top of the diaper's waistband peeking out just a bit over the top of them, making her glad she'd chosen a slightly longer shirt for today, to hide that as best she could while she got back into line.

"Hello, again," the worker grinned down at her when she got back to the front. "Do you mind if I make sure you're ready?"

"I thought grown-ups knew," Sierra sulked. "H-Hey!" She blushed as her shorts were unbuttoned and slid down.

"Oh, this won't do," the woman shook her head, ignoring Sierra's protests and yanking her shorts all the way down. Sierra groaned, hearing giggles from behind her as she stood there, diaper exposed, panties not doing much to disguise it. "You don't need these," the worker informed her, whisking off the underwear.

"Those are mine!" Sierra whined.

"You can have them back afterwards," she was told. "Now, let's fix this." She adjusted the tapes on the diaper, pulling it tighter around Sierra's waist. "We don't want any leaks, do we?"

"I-I won't!" Sierra insisted. "I-I'm not gonna use them!"

"That's what they all say," the woman winked, turning Sierra around, patting her poofy backside. "Wait, what's this? Did a stick fall down the back of your shirt on the way in, poor thing? I'll take care of it."

"N-No!" Sierra grabbed at her wand, taking it back from the woman. It was too long to fit in her pocket, so she'd tucked it into the back of her shorts, another reason why she'd worn a somewhat longer shirt here. "I-It's just a toy!"

"Hmm," the woman raised an eyebrow. "Would you like me to keep a hold of it anyway, with your undies? Then I can give it back to you later." Sierra shook her head. "All right," she shrugged. "Now, then, are you ready?"

It felt silly to tuck her wand away again, so Sierra kept it in her hand, grasping it tightly as she nodded. The woman led her over to the slide, letting her sit down at the edge. The slide was long, leading down into a huge ball pit, where Sierra could see some people playing, a huge, dopy-looking octopus animatronic at one end, bobbing back and forth, which seemed to be the extent of its movement.

"Three..." the woman counted down. "Two... One! Go on!" Sierra pushed forward, starting to slip down the slide, as she heard the woman's fading voice call, "Enjoy your time at Olly's Playland!"

Sierra giggled despite herself as she started to pick up speed, zooming faster and faster as she approached the ball pit. The slide dipped down beneath the window looking down onto the pit, and it was there that she got her first indication that something might indeed be wrong here. As she approached the window, something about the image in it seemed off, not quite real, almost like it was a video, not a true view of what was happening below.

And then, before she could truly react to that realization, she was underneath it, and she could see what was really going on. There was a ball pit, yes, and, if anything, it was even larger than the video had made it look. The people in it didn't look like they were having fun, however. They were struggling to slog through the balls, some of them looking like they were being pulled under. A few were encased in giant, clear, plastic balls themselves, only their head sticking out, looking panicked.

The octopus, Olly, she had to assume, was the worst part. It loomed even larger over the ball pit, its tentacles stretching out through it, several of them wrapped around unsuspecting victims, holding them up in the air, dangling in place by waists, legs, seemingly whatever it could get a hold of. It was still smiling like the version on her diaper, but something about that smile made it look menacing, almost, not cute.

"No, no, no," Sierra shook her head, trying to slow her descent, needing time to prepare herself, now that she had an idea of what she was in for. But it was too late, the slide ending, plunging her down into the ball pit below, the drop almost far enough to make her fall in over her head.

Frantically, she tried to push herself upwards, to get out of the way, knowing someone else would be coming in after her in a few moments. Luckily, she saw the slide move to the side, giving her a little breathing room, and, she realized, probably the reason why the woman was up there, to give it time to find a safe place to deposit its next victim.

She pushed upwards through the balls, legs flailing and kicking, making her feel like she was trying to swim. The balls were much trickier to move through than water, however, especially while she was trying to keep ahold of her wand at the same time. If she could get it up, out of the pit, where she could move it freely, maybe she could use a spell to help her out.

It was hard to feel like she was making any real progress, since she couldn't seem to find the bottom of the pit to help her, to push off of. She just kept slipping further and further down the more she struggled, as if, somehow, the pit was bottomless. She knew that couldn't possibly be the case, and yet, try as she might to stop it, she sank more and more, until, finally, with one gasp of air, she went under.

She could hear a faint whir, like an engine of some sort, muffled by the balls surrounding her, as she was pulled down, into a tunnel of some sort, finally dropping her into a new room. Sierra laid on the floor for a moment, catching her breath, before she got to her feet, looking around. It was much darker and creepier here,and covered in cobwebs, making her wonder if she was even meant to be here, or if she'd found herself in some old storage area.

"Lumos!" she said, giving herself a little light, and almost immediately wishing she hadn't The room was even bigger than she'd thought, stretching upwards high above her head. There were even more spider webs there, and, in the faint light she'd been able to make, she was sure she could see something large scurrying away, out of sight.

"No, thank you," she shook her head, wrinkling her nose as she looked around for a way out of this place. She couldn't tell for sure where she'd come in, but there were a few tunnels leading out. Most of them, unfortunately, were up pretty high up, meaning she'd have to try to climb the slick, plastic walls if she wanted to reach them. Maybe that was what the webs were for, to help with that? Either way, she didn't feel like trying it if she didn't have to.

She was so concerned with watching the shadows moving around above her, she didn't pay attention to the floor, until she felt her foot stick, like she'd stepped in a piece of gum. When she looked down, however, she saw that, instead, her foot had landed on what looked like an old cobweb. She sighed, trying harder to yank her foot free.

And then the webbing twitched, and she realized, too late, it wasn't so old after all. Before she could react, it grew taut, and the whole world turned upside-down as she was pulled upwards by her foot, losing her grip on her wand as she was yanked off her feet. Her wand was still lit, letting her see, on a web above her, a huge, mechanical spider, pulling her up, magical light reflecting from its many eyes as it stared down at her.

"No, no, no," she whimpered, looking down at where her wand had fallen, stretching out, trying to reach it. She took a breath, fighting to stay calm, starting to cast, "Accio wand!" when another, much smaller, mechanical spider skittered forward, grabbing her wand in one of its legs. "Hey, give that back!" Sierra demanded, swinging helplessly back and forth. "Accio wand!" she tried it again, but the spider's grip was too tight, and all she could do was watch as it nimbly climbed up the wall by the webs, giving her glimpses of other people, struggling helplessly in webbing cocoons, hanging there, along with plenty of other big spiders like the one that was over her.

Whoever had tipped her off was definitely right that something was up here, and Sierra wasn't sure she wanted to face it without her wand, but it didn't look like she was going to have a choice. She kicked her foot, trying to pull her shoe free from the webbing, but, in the end, she had to pull herself up and undo the laces, falling out of the spider's reach moments before its legs closed around her to start mummifying her like the other victims here.

She fell back down to the ground, glad it was fairly soft, and scrambled up as quickly as she could. She looked up, trying to find her wand, but the light was far enough away that she couldn't spot it. She kicked off her other shoe so it wouldn't put her off balance and raced out of the room as quickly as she could, out into the lower tunnel.

The tunnel was much brighter than the room she'd just escaped, a plastic tube like the kind she'd expect from any fast food play place, only bigger. After everything she'd seen here, it was a pleasant surprise, even if she still wished she had her wand to help her, just in case. After going down a ladder, she found herself in another, much smaller room, with only a few other tunnels for her to pick from.

She really wished she could remember the map now, but, since she couldn't, she chose a tunnel almost at random. It looked just as good as any of the others, at least until she stepped through, and a door slid down over the entryway, sealing her inside.

"Please solve the puzzle before time runs out," a cheery voice requested.

"What puzzle?!" Sierra demanded, looking around frantically. A large screen on the walls had lit up, a number rapidly counting down as she hurried through the tunnel, trying to figure out what it wanted. Finally, in the center of the tunnel, she found a pile of variously shaped blocks, and some holes in those same shapes.

Was that it? She felt silly, standing there in her diapers, putting the square into the square hole, the circle into the circle hole, and so on, as if that was something that would challenge anyone over the age of two, but, sure enough, when she was finished, the countdown stopped, and the exits to the tunnel were unblocked.

What would have happened if she'd failed? She shuddered, imagining it, though, of course, that would never happen, not with a 'puzzle' as simple as that! She continued through the tunnel, only to wind up back in the ball pit. "Seriously?!" she nibbled her bottom lip, looking at the balls suspiciously, not wanting to fall through them again. She could see other people navigating through them without falling in, and took a moment to study where they were stepping, trying to work out where was safe, and where wasn't.

She thought she'd done it, too, figured out how to tell where the pitfalls were, but, as she started to make her way across the floor, towards one of the other tunnels, she discovered what made this room so dangerous. She was taking her time, stepping around the obvious traps, only to feel a tug on the back of her diaper. And then, all at once, something closed around the rear waistband, picking her up by it.

"H-Hey!" she squealed, blushing and whimpering as she got the diaper wedgie of a lifetime, getting lifted up into the air, pulling over to Olly by one of his tentacles.

"Hello!" a mechanical voice greeted her as it held her in place in front of its huge face. "You look like you need a hug!"

"No, I don't!" Sierra shook her head, seeing the other victims here, wrapped in tentacles, almost as helpless as the ones in the webs. She squirmed desperately as another tentacle approached, ready to give her that hug. If she'd been in her panties, she doubted she would have gotten out, so she supposed she had to be grateful for the diaper, the tentacle's grip on the plastic slipping, dropping her to the ball pit. The second tentacle tried, and failed, to catch her, giving her a moment to get to her feet and start to run, heading not for the tunnel she'd been aiming for, but for the closest one, just trying to get away.

The tunnel was a welcome relief, and the next junction room it led her to was even better, because one of the exits was a spiral slide. Was it silly to be excited by that? Maybe, but after everything she'd been through, it was nice to just enjoy that, and have the kind of fun this place had promised.

The tunnels were truly a maze, with so many leading in so many directions, she had no idea where she was in relation to the rooms she'd already seen. She just kept picking at random, following them wherever they took her, until she found another large room.

"Oh," she thought out loud, "this must be a resting room." There were lots of screen set up, playing different cartoons, most of them featuring Olly, in the more pleasant version, like what she had on her diaper. She could use some time to relax, formulate a plan for how she was going to go back and defeat those spiders to get her wand back.

After a few moments, however, all of that was forgotten, as she found herself watching Olly happily, not noticing as she started to suck on her thumb. It wasn't until she felt her diaper start to grow warm that she snapped out of it. She gasped, blushing, pawing at her shorts, feeling the damp padding beneath them. She didn't do that! She didn't pee her pants! She was a big girl!

She gulped, looking around, thumb still in her mouth, seeing the other people who had come in after her, staring blankly at different screens, entranced, some of them drooling, some doing silly dances. Her stomach churned as she realized what this place really was. They were being hypnotized!

She stumbled forward, away from the screen, only to be drawn in by the glow of another, and another, her brain feeling fuzzier each time, having a harder time pulling herself away. She wasn't completely sure how she got away, but, as she toddled out into the next tunnel, she could barely remember how to climb up the ladder that presented itself, much less what she was doing here.

It was probably no coincidence what the next room she came across was. There were several large tables set up in a forest clearing, with giant stuffed animals standing around each, serving tea to dazed-looking adult babies. Sierra giggled as a giant, plush kitty took her hand in its paw, sitting her down, docilely drinking whatever it offered to her.

She wasn't sure how long it took for the hypnosis to start to wear off, or how much tea she'd mindlessly ingested. "I-I don't... I-I'm not thirsty," she told the kitty, her tummy feeling very full.

The cat tilted its head, letting out a meow, and poured another cup anyway, pushing it towards Sierra. Sierra swallowed, looking around, the room not looking nearly as nice any more. She could see several of the people at the tables that were obviously strapped into the high chairs they were sitting in, unable to get away as the huge plushies shoved cakes and sweets into their mouths, while others were being forced to do the same dances she'd seen them doing in the hypnosis room, for the amusement of the toys. The woods in the distance seemed deeper and darker than she'd realized, too, and she could hear ominous rustling coming from it, making her wonder what could be inside.

"No," Sierra whined, "I said I'm not thirsty!"

The cat stared at her, and then, to Sierra's surprise, since it had otherwise only communicated in mews, said grumpily, "If you don't want to play, you can go back in the toy box!"

"Wh-What?" Sierra shook her head. "No, I didn't come from the toy box! You're the toy!"

It didn't feel like it, though, as the cat stepped forward, easily lifting her up, carrying her over to an oversized toy chest along one of the room's walls, painted bright blue, like a sunny sky. "No, don't put me in there!" Sierra sniffled, before having her request ignored. She was dumped inside, the lid slammed down tight over her. Sierra pounded uselessly on the closed lid for a few minutes, unable to so much as make it budge, before starting to shuffle through the chest, the other toys inside barely giving her room to move as she searched for another way out.

She found it purely by accident, almost not noticing the click before the floor gave way beneath her, dropping her with a shriek down a trap door, a pleasant, yellow tunnel rushing past her as she fell straight down, thankfully landing on a pile of soft fluff. She tugged at her shorts, blushing. They felt tighter now, as if she'd wet herself again, and her diaper had swollen more because of it.

Without thinking, she fumbled with the button on her shorts, opening them up. "Aww," she pouted when she saw what was underneath. "The fishies went bye-bye."

She wasn't sure why she cared, why it made her feel so sad. It took an embarrassing amount of time for her to realize the hypnosis had to be behind it, that it must not have worn off all the way after all. That was definitely why she'd wet herself, too, she thought, poking at the squishy padding. She'd never do that otherwise!

She tried to fasten her shorts back up, but, while she could get the zipper to work, the button was too difficult for her clumsy fingers. She had to leave it undone, Olly's face peeking out of the top of her shorts now as she toddled onwards, self-consciously trying to hold her shorts up as she walked.

For once, the tunnel was pretty straight-forward, not making her pick from a bunch of different paths. All she could do was keep waddling forward, moving on and on until it came to a sudden stop. "Uh-oh," she nibbled on her thumb nervously. Had she gotten lost? But how could she have?! There was nowhere else for her to go! She stepped closer to the dead end, confused, wondering if there was another route hidden somewhere that she couldn't see from where she was.

There was, and it was the same thing she'd just gone through, yet, dumbly, she didn't see it coming when the floor opened up under her feet, and she fell once more, this time straight back into the ball pit room, right beside Olly's head, and his writhing tentacles.

'Not here again!' she thought, though she was trying too hard to swim back up through the balls that had broken her fall to speak. She could feel her shorts slipping down, balls tumbling inside, pulling them further down, and, by the time she reached the surface, she'd lost them entirely, leaving her soggy diaper on full display as she stumbled across the room, trying to remember which of the tunnels she'd tried already to aim for a new one.

In her panic, and through the haze of hypnosis, she couldn't tell if she'd succeeded or not, until she stepped into the tunnel and saw a door slide shut over it, greeting her with a familiar voice asking her to, "Please solve the puzzle before time runs out."

She was annoyed she was back here again, though at least it was easy. And she'd gotten to here from the web room, hadn't she? She didn't feel brave enough to face the spiders again, but maybe she'd have to be. If she could get her wand back from there, she might have a chance at escaping this awful place.

She toddled forward, to the block puzzle, confidently picking one of the shapes up and staring at the holes. It had been so easy to match them last time, but for some reason, now, she wasn't sure which it went in. She bit her bottom lip, mind feeling slow and sluggish as she stared at the object in her hands, trying it in every hole, then going back when it didn't fit in any of them, twisting and turning it until, finally, it went in.

She smiled, feeling victorious until she remembered she wasn't finished, by any stretch of the imagination. She'd gotten one done, and barely. As she picked up the next, the timer ran out, an alarm sounded, and the wall in front of her swung open, taking her hopes of solving the puzzle with it as it revealed a new tunnel. She glanced back and forth, seeing that the doors on the other two exits were still there, and nervously stepped into this new one.

She could tell, before she got there, that the room at the end wasn't going to be good. "Yes, Mr. Teacher-Bot," she could hear a chorus of voices saying in unison. After her performance with the shape puzzle, she wasn't look forward to any kind of school, but the wall behind her had already swung back into place, leaving her nowhere to go but forward.

One thumb in her mouth, the other hand tugging at the hem of her shirt, she stepped out what was clearly a pre-school classroom, with plastic desks, posters teaching about the alphabet, and numbers, and colors, adorning the wall. Other adult babies were seated at most of the desks, while, at the head of the class, a small, grumpy looking robot was rolling back and forth on a single wheel on the largest desk at the front of the room, a crop almost as tall as it in its metal hands.

"Another new student," it said, turning towards Sierra as soon as she set foot in the room. "And from the remedial door. I don't have very high hopes for you, young lady."

Sierra blushed as the other students giggled at her, feeling very small as she stood there in her soggy diaper. "I-I'm not a student," she tried to say.

"Certainly not a good one," the robot quickly rolled down a ramp behind the desk, zooming over to her. "Look at this! Trying to get into preschool, and still in diapers!"

"N-Nuh-uh!" Sierra shook her head. "I-I don't need them!" She squeaked as the robot jabbed at her wet padding with its crop.

"Not very bright at all, if you think you can hide this," it observed. "Come along." Sierra protested, following after him as he went back to his desk at the front of the room, producing a large, pointed, white cap from one of the drawers.

"No!" Sierra shook her head, sniffling, recognizing it instantly. "I-I'm not a dunce!"

"Bend over," the robot ordered, its voice sounding so stern that, despite its size and fairly non-threatening shape, she found herself obeying, bending forward so it could place the dunce cap right onto her head. "Now, if you want to have any chance of earning your way out of that, you'll have to hope you can ace my test, young lady."

She was taken to an empty desk at the front of the room, sat down in her squishy diaper, and handed a test and a pencil, as she felt restraints closing around her ankles, coming from the legs of the desk, holding her in place until she finished. If it was preschool, she ought to have no problem with it! The only issue, unfortunately, was that she had no idea if that was the case or not. She could recognize some of the things written on the page as numbers, and others as letters, but that was as far as she could get, no doubt thanks to the hypnosis. It had truly drained her brain, it seemed, leaving her as hopeless as any real toddler when it came to even the simplest math and spelling questions.

And, of course, Mr. Teacher-Bot came to her first, snatching the test she'd scribbled a few things on, just to have something there, out from under her pencil harshly, looking it over. "I've seen some poor students in my time," he announced, "but this may be the worst."

Sierra gasped, seeing a large, red enema bag descend from the ceiling, dangling beside the teacher's desk ominously. The restraints around her ankles released, but she shook her head. "No!" she told the robot. "I-I won't!"

The robot, shockingly strong for its size, pulled her to her feet, its metal hand clamping shut around her arm, then smacked her padded bottom with his crop to push her forwards, giving her no choice but to stumble to his desk, then bend over it, new restraints popping out around her wrists, holding her in position while the robot slid her diaper down, in front of everyone, and pushed the enema hose into her quivering backside.

"It's not fair!" Sierra protested, as the water began to gush into her, quickly filling up her tummy.

"This is perfectly fair," Mr. Teacher-Bot told her, rolling back and forth on his desk. "You flunked your test, and earned your punishment. I'm giving you one last chance to prove you belong here, and not the nursery."

The nursery... Sierra didn't like the sound of that. She didn't like the thought of what she was going to have to do to prove she didn't deserve to be there, either, as she started to feel more bloated, her belly feeling very big and full by the time the robot released her wrists, then pulled her diaper back up over it. The pressure of the waistband on it, in fact, was almost enough to have her start expelling the enema immediately, though she was glad she didn't.

"Now, then," the robot told her, "if you can hold that enema for five minutes for every question you got wrong, I'll see about only putting you in the corner for the rest of the day."

Sierra gulped, squirming, feeling the water sloshing around inside her at even that small movement. Even five minutes by itself felt like too long for her to keep all that inside her! "H-How long is that?" she asked nervously.

"Have you already forgotten how many questions were on the quiz?" Mr. Teacher-Bot sounded disappointed. The board behind him sprang to life, and, to Sierra's embarrassment, her quiz appeared on it, the other students laughing when they saw her scribbles. "Honestly," the robot shook his head. "Is this even a number, young lady?" he pointed at one of the things she'd put down with his crop.

"Y-Yes?" Sierra nibbled on her thumb.

"Then what is it?" he demanded. "Go on," he smacked Sierra on the bottom with the crop when she stayed silent, choosing to suck her thumb instead. "Maybe you got it right, somehow, and you can take five minutes off your time." But Sierra couldn't even think of any numbers to say. "All right, then," the teacher said after a few long, awkward moments. "At least count how many questions there were, so you can tell everyone how long you'll be holding that enema."

Counting... That was easy! She could at least do that, still, couldn't she? She fidgeted, staring down at her free hand, knowing she could use her fingers to help, but not how to start. She was still puzzling over it when the cramps hit, and, to her horror, she bent over, helplessly pooping her diaper right in front of the class, the padding ballooning out behind her, leaving no question that it had been fully used, no matter how hard she tried to hide it with her shirt.

"You are beyond a dunce," Mr. Teacher-Bot scolded her. "There's only one thing you're good for here, young lady."

She was made to sit on his desk, squeaking as her bottom sank into the huge, mushy mess in her diaper, then pushed backwards, her wrists restrained once more, holding her down on her back, while the robot pulled her shirt up, exposing every bit of her diaper, and then the bottom of her stomach. "Arts and crafts!" he announced, letting the other students line up, each of them placing what looked like a sticker onto her skin. Sierra whimpered, blushing every time a new one got close, seeing her lying there, helpless, in her stinky diaper, snickering at her, touching her.

Once they were all done, Mr. Teacher-Bot took the stickers back off, making it all seem pointless, until Sierra saw that something had remained behind, and realized they were, instead, tattoos. Temporary tattoos, yes, but she had no idea how long they'd stay there. She could tell that they were baby blocks, curving around her belly button, starting and ending right above the waistband of her diaper, but her hypnotized brain couldn't decipher a single one, leaving her only able to shake her head quietly when Mr. Teacher-Bot asked, "Can you at least tell the class what it says?" He sighed. "No surprise there, I suppose. Who would like to do it for her?"

Most of the hands shot up, eager to be good little students. The girl who answered hopping out of her seat, her dress coming close to exposing her diaper as she moved, although it was hard for Sierra to feel too smug about that at the moment. "It says 'Preschool Drop-Out,' Mr. Teacher-Bot," she announced proudly.

Sierra was almost glad when the robot-nanny showed up, taking her by the hand to lead her away, her diaper drooping heavily as she toddled out of the room. Unlike Mr. Teacher-Bot, the nanny was much bigger than Sierra, making her feel particularly tiny as it walked beside her, chastising her. "You're not potty trained at all, are you?" it patted her loaded diaper. "Don't worry, we'll get you into something more appropriate for an overgrown baby like you."

Sierra didn't think it was possible for the nanny to find anything worse than what she was already wearing, but she was wrong. It was nice not to be stuck in her messy diaper any longer than she had to be, though her excitement at that was short-lived when she was changed into a far thicker diaper than the one she'd been wearing. Olly was still on the landing strip, but he looked more like the real thing, the pleasant smile from her last diaper replaced with a more sadistic grin, his tentacles seeming to reach down and off the middle strip, winding their way around the padding as if he was giving her that hug he'd promised after all. She didn't want to use her diaper, didn't want to prove she was any more of a baby, but if it made those tentacles disappear, she wouldn't mind as much.

Her own shirt was taken away, replaced with a tiny, pink top, covered in lace and ruffles, barely big enough to cover her chest, which left her humiliating tattoo, and her diaper, of course, on display. And, while she was happy to have the dunce cap removed, too, the big, matching baby bonnet wasn't much better.

"Isn't that better?" the robot-nanny cooed, pulling baby booties onto Sierra's feet, and finishing off the outfit with an oversized pacifier, keeping Sierra from voicing her opinion, other than a meek head shake. "Yes, it is," the robot countered. "Now, let's get you a little rest before you head back out."

Sierra didn't want to stay here, of course, but she didn't want to go out and let other people see her like this, even other people who liked this sort of thing. She whined behind her paci as she was led to a small relaxation area, with a blanket on the floor, covered in baby toys, and a screen playing cartoons.

But Sierra had seen Olly in the cartoon, and she remembered the hypnosis room. She shook her head vehemently, refusing to let that happen to her again. She thought it was finally starting to wear off, that she could make out a couple of the letters emblazoned across her tummy, although knowing what it said already probably helped with that.

"Sit down right now," the robot-nanny ordered. Sierra stomped her foot.

"I'm not some dumb baby!" Sierra glared at her. "You can't trick me!"

"You are not being tricked," the nanny said.

"I'm not watching that!" Sierra stomped her foot again.

"Three..." the robot started to count ominously.

Sierra paused, squirming. What more could they really do to her at this point?

"Two..."

"No!" Sierra decided this was the safer bet.

"One." And, with that, the robot-nanny grabbed Sierra by the wrist, dragging her over its lap, and spanking her soundly. Even through her big, bulky diaper, Sierra was bawling in no time, feet kicking uselessly as she felt her bottom growing pink and warm, the nanny not stopping until she'd peed her pants again, like the baby she'd just insisted she wasn't.

She was tossed into a crib after that, a lid sliding shut over top of her, turning it into an inescapable cage. A hose dropped down from the ceiling, the nanny pulling it through the bars on the lid, attaching it to Sierra's pacifier. Some sort of warm, thick, weirdly sweet milk flowing through it as the robot attached a strap to the pacifier, turning it into a gag, making sure Sierra couldn't easily get it off, or stop the milk.

Once Sierra was done blubbering over her spanking, she comforted herself with the thought that at least she'd gotten rid of some of those awful tentacles on her diaper. When she looked down, however, they were still there. She whined, pawing at them, confused. Had she not wet as much as she'd thought? With nothing else to do, and a bladder still full from the tea party, and this milk, she tried wetting again, to see if that helped. The tentacles stubbornly held on, mocking her. Either the diaper was so thick she would have to go more to do anything, or it wasn't a fading design after all, despite how it looked. She hoped she wouldn't have to figure out which it was, but she had a bad feeling she was going to be stuck here long enough that she would.

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By the time the announcement came over the speakers that Olly's Playland was about to close, Sierra's diaper was very soggy, and, unfortunately, the tentacles hadn't gone anywhere. If anything, the drenched padding made the designs stand out even more.

The temporary tattoos hadn't gone anywhere either, no matter how hard she'd rubbed at them, trying to make it happen. She could read them just fine now, which just made her want them gone more.

"Would you like a fresh diaper?" the robot-nanny asked her cheerfully, finally detaching the hose and opening the lid, helping her out.

"No!" Sierra grumbled. "I want my panties!" But, after all she'd been forced to drink that day, it was hard to tell if she was still dribbling at the moment or not, so it was probably a good thing she didn't get them. The nanny led her through the play area, through tunnels and rooms Sierra hadn't even seen, including one with a bunch of balance beams and climbing walls she doubted she would have had a chance to get through on her own, especially in this newer diaper, taking her right back up to the prize room.

"Oh, wow," the worker who had been in there before chuckled, seeing her. Sierra blushed, staring down at her feet, wishing it had at least been somebody different, going back to trying to rub away the letters from her tummy. "You were in there for a while! Looks like you had quite the adventure! Let's see how many tickets you got!"

Sierra had almost forgotten about the tickets, as the woman scanned her wristband. She looked around the room, not sure what could be there that would have made all of this worth it, until, behind one of the glass cases, she saw them. "Hey!" she gasped, toddling over. "Those are mine!"

Her outfit was sitting there, folded up neatly, each piece labelled with a cost nearly as high as the TV, her panties being the highest value. And, beside them, the asking price even higher than that, was her wand.

"I'm afraid not," the woman told her. "You can't afford those."

"No, they're mine!" Sierra reiterated. "They belong to me already!"

She was ignored. "You got around," she commented, "so you did get a few tickets from that. But then, you had to get that nice, new outfit, so we had to deduct some tickets for that. And you didn't do so well at the activities, did you?"

Sierra blushed, wondering how much the worker knew, if she'd seen her shameful quiz, or anything else that had happened to her. "B-But I need those," she stared up at the woman, wide-eyed.

"You almost have enough for a souvenir diaper!" she exclaimed with a smile, holding up one just like what Sierra had started the day in. "Oh, wait... You had to get one of these when you came in, didn't you?" She pushed a few buttons on her keyboard. "Sorry, sweetie, but it looks like you actually owe us a few tickets."

"B-But," Sierra sputtered. "You made me get that diaper! I didn't ask for this dumb outfit!" She tugged at the top, blushing as she saw the temporary tattoo mocking her from beneath it, and the droopy diaper under that. "That's not fair!"

"Just come back tomorrow, and I'm sure you'll get enough tickets to cover this in no time," the woman told her. "And maybe you'll get enough to buy these other prizes you want, too. Looking at your track record, though, that might take a while."

"I don't wanna come back!" Sierra stomped her foot. "I want my things!" She was so upset, she almost didn't notice the effects of all her attempts to erase the shameful baby blocks on her stomach, all that rubbing and massaging, probably combined with some special ingredients from her milk to cut her tantrum short. She clamped her hands to the seat of her diaper, bouncing in place, but, try as she might, she could do nothing as she felt the padding begin to swell, warm mush slowly but surely oozing out, even more humiliating now, despite the smaller audience, because she didn't have the enema to blame it on. She was just pooping her pants, like a bratty little baby, and she couldn't stop it.

"Oh, you'll be back," the worker grinned. "One way or the other. I'd suggest you be a good girl and do it willingly, but either way, you'll be back. Now, then, I'd offer you a diaper change, but you can't afford that, can you?"

Sierra gulped, wishing she could believe it was just a joke, or an idle threat. After everything else that had happened today, however, she wasn't so sure. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she nodded nervously, her thumb creeping up to her mouth as another trickle of anxious wetness made its way into her wet and stinky diaper. "I-I mean, no, ma'am," she frowned, trying to figure out how to answer everything at once. She'd seen the place now, maybe next time, she could make it through safely, and earn a bunch of tickets. With how expensive everything was, though, she had a bad feeling one trip wasn't going to be nearly enough. More than likely, the woman was right, and she was going to be at this for a very long time.