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"You go answer that door right now, young lady," Nellie ordered. "Or do I need to give you a spanking?"
For as small as the girl was, Sierra knew better than to risk that. Vampires were, apparently, quite strong, as she'd found out the night before when she'd protested being put to bed at 7 pm. Perhaps it only hurt as much as it had because of the spanking the clerk of the drug store had given her the night before that, but it had not be pleasant, at all, and she had no desire to repeat it.
"Fine!" Sierra pouted, stomping to the front door. Part of her wondered if Nellie was making her do this because the daylight would hurt her, or if she just wanted Sierra to have to answer the door in her t-shirt and diaper. Either seemed possible, given the heavy curtains over all the windows, but she hadn't had the chance to try and use the light to hurt her captor yet, so she wasn't sure.
The trio of men who opened the door seemed surprised to see her, but, to their benefit, only one actually laughed. She blushed, but she couldn't really blame them, if she was being honest. Between the frilly ankle socks Nellie had made her wear, the ribbons holding her twin ponytails in place, and the huge, clearly soaked diaper around her waist, she knew she must look ridiculous.
"C-Come on in," she beckoned them, squirming as they did so, staring up, and up at them, marvelling at how tall and strong they all looked.
"Good," Nellie said, grinning as she stepped out of the shadows. "You two, follow her into her room and get everything set up in there. And don't you dare let her try to escape. You, come with me."
The guest room, where Sierra had been staying, was actually quite nice. Sierra had to wonder who had owned this house before Nellie, and how the vampire had gotten ahold of it. Honestly, it was a bigger bedroom than her own, and more nicely furnished. And now, as she awkwardly watched, squirming in her diaper, the two men began hauling everything out of it, then hauling in huge crates and unpacking them. They started with a large, permanent playpen area.
"No!" she shook her head as they held the gate open for her. "I'm not a baby! I'm not... Hey!" She gasped as one of them easily plucked her up carrying her in and setting her down, then stepping out and locking the gate.
"There," he told the other, "Now we don't have to worry about her running off."
Sierra had, indeed, considered trying to slip away while they were busy, but, not knowing where Nellie and the other man was, it would have been a risky proposition anyway. Now, she was trapped, helplessly watching as they transformed a normal bedroom into an oversized nursery, complete with a small fridge, a crib, high chair, and baby bouncer hanging from the ceiling.
Sierra wondered how Nellie could afford all this, but, to be fair, she had no idea how long the vampire had been alive. And, with her ability to glamour people, she could have just made someone rich hand over all their money, or made someone at the bank siphon a bunch of funds to her.
Nellie herself peeked into the room as they were finishing up the high chair. "You," she ordered, picking one seemingly at random. "Take her to go open the door again."
Sierra was let out of the playpen and guided to the front door again, where a grocery delivery person was waiting, arms full of bags. "They go in your room," Nellie called from the hall. Sierra blushed, reluctantly leading the new man into her room, and watching from her playpen as he unloaded his bags into the fridge that had just been installed, gulping as she saw him stack jars of babyfood, and set up bottles of milk and various juices, from apple to prune.
Before then, Nellie had forced her to make simple, childish things like macaroni and cheese and fish sticks, things Sierra assumed the girl had enjoyed when she was alive, and still liked to munch on, even though, as a vampire, she didn't get any kind of benefit from eating them. Sierra had gotten to eat those, too, but now, she had a feeling that was over.
Sure enough, once they were unloaded, and the delivery man gone, and the high chair was finished, the other man, the one who had stayed behind while Sierra went to answer the door, stepped back over to the playpen to let her out, although her freedom lasted only moments, before he picked her up and plopped her down in the seat he'd just got done with, locking the tray into place.
"What are you doing?!" she squealed as he grabbed her shirt, pulling it up and off of her, leaving her in only her wet diaper. She quickly moved to cover her chest with her arms, although it was hard not to notice that neither of the men had looked particularly interested in catching a glimpse of what she was trying to hide, anyway, not that she had much there.
"I was told to test it out, and make sure it was working right," he told her, tying a large, pink plastic bib, transparent enough not to really cover anything, but big enough to make sure she didn't make a mess, around her neck.
"It does!" Sierra insisted, squirming in the seat. "See? I'm sitting! That's what a chair is for! Now... No!" She pouted, watching him set a jar of banana baby food down on the tray of the table. Nellie must have glamoured him, just like she had the clerk in the drugstore, to do whatever she had told him to, which apparently meant feeding her like a toddler. "Please, I'm not... Mmph!"
He shoved a heaping spoonful of the mushy baby food into her mouth, not seeming to notice or care that she was talking, and just kept at it, seemingly needing to feed her several jars, and multiple bottles, including one of prune juice, before he was satisfied with his 'test'. By the time he was finished, Sierra was stuffed, and a bit dazed, barely realizing that the changing table had gotten finished while she was eating until the other man picked her up and set her down on it, strapping her into place, easily prying her hands away from her still bare chest to lock them into soft cuffs.
Her diaper was quite wet, of course, but she still protested, "I-I'm okay! You don't have to do this!" as the man ripped open the tapes, blushing bright red as this stranger saw her naked, and began cleaning her up, taping her into a fresh diaper as if there was nothing unusual about someone her age being in one. Thankfully, once he was done, he didn't decide to test out the bouncer, but put her into the crib, locking the side and trapping her in while he and his companion finished their work, filling the closet with a variety of infantile garments before leaving her alone, turning out all the lights except a newly installed night-light.
Sierra crawled around the crib for what felt like hours, staring out at her new room in horror, before giving up and laying down, letting herself drift off to sleep, knowing there was nothing more she could do about it in the moment. She awoke to find Nellie floating in front of the crib, grinning.
"Have a nice nap, baby?" she teased.
"I'm not a baby!" Sierra protested, unfortunately right as she noticed the cool, damp spot in her diaper that she was sure hadn't been there when she fell asleep. It had to be all those bottles, she told herself. She certainly hadn't started wetting the bed again! Or so she hoped. "Nellie, you have to stop this! You can't keep me here like this!"
"Why not?" Nellie asked. "You're here, aren't you? And you can't get out without your wand, can you? And you've definitely wet a lot of diapers for someone who isn't a baby."
"You won't let me use the potty!" Sierra pouted, wiggling in place and hoping Nellie didn't know her current diaper was wet, too. "It isn't my fault!"
"And it isn't my fault you're so cute!" Nellie said, reaching through the bars to pinch Sierra's cheek. "I can't give you up so soon!"
Judging by the elaborate nursery, and all the food that had just been delivered, it didn't seem like she planned on giving Sierra up anytime soon. Sierra squirmed, imagining being stuck here, at the mercy of someone who looked like a little girl, but who could make anyone else who came do whatever she wanted them to in order to humiliate her captive.
"Y-You like games, right?" Sierra asked.
Nellie grinned. "I love them," she nodded. "Why? Do you want to play a game?"
"Uh-huh," Sierra said. "Why don't we do it like that first night? We'll play a game, and if I win, you let me go, okay?"
"I thought that wasn't how we decided things around here," Nellie teased. "You still would have tried to make me wear a Goodnite if I'd won then, wouldn't you?"
"N-No!" Sierra lied, shaking her head. "If you'd won, I would have let it go, I swear!"
"Hmm," Nellie pondered for a moment. "What do you think we should play?"
"Candy Land?" Sierra suggested. It was pure luck, she knew, but so were most games, and, honestly, she wasn't sure she would stand a chance against Nellie in anything that wasn't. At least she had a 50/50 shot with Candy Land.
"No," Nellie shook her head. "I don't think that's good enough for something like this." She smiled, her expression suddenly making Sierra worry. "I know..."
She returned to the ground, hurrying over to the closet and grabbing a onesie. It was white, and long-sleeved, with mittens at the end of those sleeves, with the picture of a cute little animal on the front. "Do you know what today is?" she asked as she returned to the crib. Sierra had to shake her head. With the curtains, it was hard to judge how quickly or slowly time was moving.
"It's groundhog day, silly!" Nellie told her, pointing at the animal on the front of the onesie. "I got this special, just for today." She floated up and unlocked the crib, letting the side slide down. "Come on, get up."
Sierra reluctantly got to her feet, glad for something to cover herself, other than just the diaper, although she wasn't pleased about the mittens. Before Nellie could put it on her, however, she gave Sierra's diaper a poke, shaking her head. "Already, Sierra? Honestly! You need a dry diaper for this game!"
Sierra blushingly returned to the changing table for a fresh diaper, then let Nellie pull the onesie onto her. To her surprise, the girl followed it up with a ball gag, pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth, silencing her. "I don't want you doing any cheating with your magic," Nellie told her as she pawed at her face with her thickly-mittened hands, pouting. "Now, come on."
Nellie led her down to the basement, where Sierra had never been. Part of Sierra had been worried to even ask what was in there, afraid Nellie's victims might be stashed there. Instead, it was a large, brightly lit, empty room. The only odd thing about it was in the ceiling, where there was a long, winding track, like one you might find in a hospital room, where the curtain that separated the two halves would hang.
"While you were getting your nursery," Nellie told her, "I was having this set up, just so we could play this little game! I think you're going to have a lot of fun with it!"
Nellie led Sierra to the far end of the track, where she floated up, grabbing Sierra's hands and raising them up, wrapping a strap hanging from the track around them, binding them together. Sierra mumbled in confusion, trying to break free unsuccessfully. "You see that light switch?" Nellie asked, pointing across the room. "That will turn off all the lights in the room. Do you know why you want to do that?"
Sierra looked at her, puzzled. "It's groundhog day, silly!" Nellie shook her head. "If the groundhog comes out and sees its shadow, that means six more weeks of winter! So, if you still see your shadow at the end of the game, that means six more weeks of diapers for you, and then maybe I'll give you another chance at it."
Sierra stared down at her, starting to understand, then over at the light switch. It was a long trek, especially if she had to follow the track, but it wouldn't be that bad. It might be tough to flip the switch without her hands, but surely she could figure something out.
"Of course, that isn't the whole game," Nellie continued. "That would be too easy! You have to have a way to lose, after all!" She floated back down to the ground, where she grabbed something else, strapping it to Sierra's thigh. Sierra wasn't sure what it was, at first, although it definitely made her nervous as Nellie ran a wire from it up between her onesie and her diaper, taping it onto the latter. "This is a wetness detector," Nellie told her. "It'll make a nice, loud beep when you've soaked your diaper."
Sierra blushed, but this still wasn't so bad. So she had to get this done before she wet herself too much. Surely she could handle that!
"That isn't the end of the game, though," Nellie said, stepping behind Sierra. "No, that just triggers the real endgame." Sierra gasped into her gag as she felt her diaper being pushed aside, and something large being shoved into her bottom. She whimpered, turning to see Nellie starting to float again, a bulging enema bag in hand, the hose hanging from it winding down and through the leghole of Sierra's diaper.
Nellie hung the bag on its own hook on the track, making Sierra wince and brace herself for the rush of water, but, thankfully, it didn't come, because there was a clamp on the hose. "The alarm going off will trigger this," she gave the bag a pat, causing Sierra to flinch again. "I mean, not the enema itself, you'll be getting that the whole time. It will make the hose retract, though, and take with it the plug in your bottom. The game ends when you fill your diaper."
Sierra blushed. She had managed not to do that yet, but she had been starting to feel desperate, even before her feeding that afternoon. An enema would definitely ensure she had a big accident, and proved what a baby she was.
"And one more thing," Nellie grinned. She held up a pair of straps, wrapping them around Sierra's legs, pinning them together. "You seem so sure that you're a big girl! I don't want you to be bored by my simple little game." She floated back up, hand on the enema clamp. "All right," she said. "Are you ready to go?"
Sierra shook her head, but it was already too late. Nellie released the clamp, and the water began gushing down the hose, shooting up and into Sierra's bottom. The girl gasped into the gag, squirming in place for a few seconds, uncomfortable at the sudden invasion. Only Nellie urging, "Come on, get moving!" reminded Sierra she had a job to do.
Sierra gulped, staring across the room at the light switch. She could still do it, right? If she could keep from wetting herself too much, the plug would help keep her from having a far bigger, worse accident. She could do that!
She groaned, feeling the water still rushing in, but forced herself to do a big hop, the only way she could move with her legs tied together. Immediately she regretted it, her stomach churning as she felt the plug shift inside her, some of the water from the enema spilling out, soaking into the diaper's padding. She gasped, glancing down, unable to see the reading on the wetness indicator, but hearing a low beep start coming from it.
"Wow," Nellie giggled. "An accident already? Do you even want to play this game?"
Sierra shook her head, but the girl ignored her. She took a moment to calm down, then gave another, smaller jump, one that didn't jolt her quite so much. It also didn't move her very far along the track at all, unfortunately, although it was still far safer than risking setting off the alarm. As stuffed as she was, even the amount of water she'd already had flow into her would almost definitely lead to an accident before she could get across the room.
She slowly hopped her way along the track, the enema bag following her like an evil, tormenting ghost. She could have swore it was a larger bag than usual, that it was never going to end, because it felt like the water just kept coming, making her feel big and bloated under her onesie, and occasionally spilling out into her diaper when she tried to speed things up too much, making the beeping from her thigh louder and louder.
If it had been a straight shot across the room, she probably could have made it in no time, even restrained as she was, but the track wound in and out of itself, taking her on a long, hard trek as she hopped across the basement. The water did, finally, stop, although it wasn't much of a comfort. She could still feel it churning in her tummy, wanting very much to escape. If the alarm went off, she had no doubt she wouldn't last long at all.
And then the cramps started. They were awful, making her pause in her tracks, toes curling into the floor as she squirmed, glad for the plug to hold it all in, although, even with it, she was afraid she was going to wind up having an accident even before she set the wetness alarm off. More than once, she felt the plug pushing out against the back of her diaper, threatening to pop out early.
Thankfully, that never happened, and, slowly but surely, she moved closer to the light switch. She was going to do it, she told herself. She could do this, and get out of these diapers, and escape this awful vampire. All she had to do was not pee.
That was harder than it should have been, though. The trip was taking a very long time, and she hadn't really used the bathroom since before her nap. She'd had a bit of an accident in her sleep, but her bladder hadn't fully emptied itself. For once, she really wished it had, because it was catching up to her now. The most she could do to quell it was rub her thighs together, and even that didn't do much, with the bulk of her diaper between them.
The enema yearning to get out really didn't help matters, either. In her mind, she knew she didn't have to worry so much about that, thanks to the plug, but her body wasn't so sure. All it knew was that her bladder and bowels were both getting ready to explode, and the one that she normally prioritized in these sorts of situations.
"No!" she squealed into the ball gag as she felt a trickle of urine begin escaping into her diaper, hearing the beeping getting louder already. She wanted to reach down and press a hand between her legs, but they were tied tightly over her head, and weren't going to be doing her any good. She froze in place, silently begging herself to stop, and, somehow, by sheer force of will, she did it.
Another bounce or two, and she had cleared the final twist in the track. The switch was right there now, still several yards in front of her, but in a straight shot. She wasn't sure how she was going to flip it, still, but it was so close! She sped up, hope filling her, despite the growing desperation in her nethers.
It wasn't until she heard the beeping grow louder still that she realized she'd started wetting herself again, although, once she did, she could feel it pouring out, much faster than before. She shook her head, trying to will herself to stop, closing her eyes, focusing everything she had on it, until, finally, it slowed, and she thought for sure she'd managed it.
The final beep was far louder than any of the others, shocking Sierra into popping her eyes wide open, her bladder releasing itself again, emptying the rest of its contents, not that it mattered now, anyway. Sierra couldn't read the dial on the machine, but she could see the red light that had started to shine, and heard Nellie giggle. "Uh-oh," the girl teased. "Game over!"
There was a moment where Sierra thought it wouldn't work, that it hadn't been set up right, and then she felt the tug as the hose began to retract itself, dragging the plug along with it. In a split second, it was gone, slipping out of her diaper, leaving her totally unprotected as she desperately clamped everything she could shut.
She was almost there, she reminded herself. She had to keep going! She fought through the cramp, worse than ever, and popped her eyes open again, forcing herself to give a tiny hop forward. Even that impact, as her toes hit the ground again, shook her up, nearly causing a mudslide in her pants. She whimpered, staring at the light switch, trying to will it to come to her. She was almost there!
She just had to go for it. If she went for big hops, maybe she could make it in two or three, instead of the dozen or more smaller ones she'd need. She could do that, she told herself. If she prepared herself thoroughly for each one, she'd be fine, and then she'd figure out how to get the light off, and it would be over.
But it was over far quicker than that. Even before she landed the first big jump, she knew it had been a mistake, and, sure enough, as soon as her feet hit the floor, she felt a push from inside her. All it took was one, and, suddenly, her diaper was loaded, her overloaded body filling her pants to the brim in an instant. It was so quick, and so thorough, it almost didn't feel real, but there was no denying the massive, mushy mess in the seat of her diaper, trying to bulge outwards, only to be held back by the now much tighter feeling onesie. She hadn't even had a chance to stop it, which made her feel all the more helpless and babyish as she panted into her gag, blushing fiercely.
For a split second, she thought maybe Nellie hadn't noticed, that she could play it off, get to the switch, flip it, and then claim she'd gone after she'd won, but a firm pat on her bulging bottom proved otherwise. "Sorry, Sierra," Nellie said, floating up to replace the ball gag with a pacifier, which the defeated, humiliated watched started sucking on automatically, without thinking about it, before unstrapping the girl's hands. "Maybe in another six weeks."
Was she really going to do this? Sierra wondered as she was led back upstairs, the mess squishing between her legs with every tiny step she took, each one making her suck a little harder at her pacifier as she blushed and thought back to how quickly and utterly she'd lost control. She knew it was because of the enema, and how long it had been brewing inside her, but that didn't bring much comfort as she replayed that moment over and over in her mind. Another six weeks like this, in diapers, totally at the mercy of this monster? And was Sierra really going to have to face that 'game' again, and win it, if she wanted to get out of this?!
Considering Nellie had just had a whole nursery installed, complete with baby bouncer, which she easily lifted Sierra into, despite being smaller than her, letting her bob up and down helplessly, feet dangling off the floor, in her very dirty diaper, she had a bad feeling the answer to all those questions was yes. And, considering how much the girl was giggling, watching her squirm in her bouncer, nose wrinkling with every movement, she had an even worse feeling that the girl was already coming up with some more 'games' to torment her with.