Here's this year's Halloween story! It wound up a little longer than I expected! Thanks to <a target="_self" href="https://www.deviantart.com/34qucker" ><img class="avatar" width="50" height="50" src="https://a.deviantart.net/avatars/3/4/34qucker.png?8" alt=":icon34qucker:" title="34Qucker" /></a> for the picture! Check out his <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/34qucker">Patreon</a>! There are some other links related to this, but to avoid spoilers, I'll leave them for the end ^-^<br /><br /><br /><br />"Why do you hate Halloween? Do you not like candy?"<br /><br />Sierra might have said no, just to make it easier on herself, except she was already halfway through unwrapping a piece of chocolate from the bowl on the woman's makeup table, which was most of the reason she'd stopped there at all as she ambled her way through the mall. "I-I do," she admitted.<br /><br />"Well, what about dressing up?" the woman asked. "Isn't that fun?"<br /><br />"Yeah," Sierra nodded.<br /><br />"I thought so," the woman smiled. "You're so cute, I bet you're adorable in any costume! Well, what's not to love about Halloween, then?"<br /><br />Sierra blushed, not wanting to talk about her past experiences, especially to a stranger. They'd taught her that, despite all that, Halloween was not her holiday. "I don't know," she shrugged instead. "I just don't like it."<br /><br />"But it's one of the most magical nights of the year," the woman told her. "Here, just sit down."<br /><br />"I-I don't really have money for a makeover," Sierra admitted. "I just saw there was candy, and you weren't busy."<br /><br />"I'll tell you what," the woman winked. "Nobody else is biting today, either, so you can be my little billboard. I'll get you all dolled up for whatever you want to be, and then when people ask who did such a brilliant job on your makeup, you send them to me, okay?"<br /><br />"Well..." Sierra looked uncertainly at the woman, then shrugged. What would it hurt? She didn't have anything else to do today, and she had been invited to a party tonight, which she hadn't been sure if she wanted to go to, mostly because she didn't have a costume picked out. "Why not?"<br /><br />"There we go!" the woman smiled. "Sit right on down, cutie!" Sierra sat in the chair, and the woman knelt down beside her, both of them staring at Sierra's reflection in the mirror. "Now, tell me, what do you want to be for Halloween?"<br /><br />"I-I haven't really thought about it," Sierra said.<br /><br />"Sure, you have," the woman told her. "Just tell me. It doesn't matter how silly you think it sounds."<br /><br />"I dunno," Sierra shrugged, staring at her reflection, seeing herself dressed up, looking like a beautiful woman from an old-timey movie. That was always what she thought of as being a grown-up, those people in black and white, with their immaculately coifed hair and long, elegant dresses that didn't show all that much, but hugged their curves in a way that made it obvious how gorgeous they were anyway. "Like, a movie star," she said finally. "A classic one."<br /><br />"I see it," the makeup artist nodded, starting to look through her makeup and brushes to find just the right stuff. "Tell me, what kind of costumes do you normally wear for Halloween?"<br /><br />"I-I dunno," Sierra said again, blushing. Of course, just saying what they were didn't mean she had to tell the woman the whole truth about what had happened to her while she was wearing them. "I-I was Chucky last year."<br /><br />"Oh, the killer doll?" the woman asked.<br /><br />"Yes!" Sierra nodded, beaming. "You get it! Nobody knew what I was talking about then!"<br /><br />"I'm sure you were very cute," the woman told her. "You like dolls, then?"<br /><br />"I-I guess," Sierra blushed.<br /><br />"That's all right," the makeup artist said. "You might be a little old for them, but that doesn't mean you can't still enjoy them. Why don't you shut your eyes for me, and think about that costume?"<br /><br />"Huh?" Sierra frowned, confused.<br /><br />"I'm going to work on your eyes," the woman told her. "So just close them for me, okay?"<br /><br />Sierra nodded and obeyed, but couldn't help doing as she was told, now that the thought had been planted in her head. It was hard to think about that costume without remembering how the evening had ended, with her wearing a big, messy diaper under her dress, trapped in a crib, in a nursery, in the diaper dimension.<br /><br />She heard the woman giggle, and her eyes sprang open, her cheeks burning. "Wh-What?" she asked.<br /><br />"No, it's nothing," the woman assured her, patting her on the head. "I was just thinking about something. You're doing so well, just stay still. I'm going to give this time to set, so let's work on your hair. How about that?"<br /><br />"Okay," Sierra nodded uncertainly. "What do you have to do with it?"<br /><br />"Well, if you want to look like a classic movie star, you need curls, don't you?"<br /><br />"Oh. Yeah!" Sierra agreed. She'd always loved the look of victory rolls, and she'd never been adventurous enough to try them with her own hair. This woman would definitely be better at it than her, anyway! She had no idea how they were done, so she stayed quiet as she saw more and more curlers being put into her hair, although it seemed like she probably didn't need quite that many.<br /><br />"That's going to look perfect!" the woman promised. "Now, back to your makeup."<br /><br />This was, really, more involved than Sierra had expected. If she wasn't going to have to pay for it, though, it wasn't a huge deal, she supposed. "What other costumes have you worn? Close your eyes for me again."<br /><br />"Well," Sierra complied, "I was a witch once." That hadn't ended so well, either, and she blushed as she remembered it.<br /><br />"Once?" the woman chuckled. "What happened? Aren't you any more?"<br /><br />"Wh-What do you mean?" Sierra blushed deeper, eyes opening again. "I-It was just a costume!"<br /><br />"Oh, is that it?" the woman smirked. "Well, if you don't need your magic, I'd be glad to take it off your hands."<br /><br />"Wh-What are you talking about?!" Sierra's eyes widened, her stomach dropping. "I-I think maybe..." She started to get up, only to get a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "A-Are you drawing freckles on me?" she asked.<br /><br />"Shh," the woman took one of her brushes, drawing a line around her mouth, and, suddenly, Sierra couldn't move it, her jaw freezing in place. "It took you long enough. Just calm down, Sierra." Sierra, gulped, positive she hadn't told the woman her name. "I'll give you a chance. I'll be waiting for you right outside your little party. If you can make it to me before the stroke of midnight, then I'll give you all your magic back. If not, you get to become part of my collection." <br /><br />Sierra shook her head, struggling to protest, despite her mouth refusing to cooperate. "You're making this very difficult for me," the woman rolled her eyes. "I can't do your makeup while you're squirming around! I guess you'll just have to sleep."<br /><br />The next thing Sierra knew, her eyes were opening on a Halloween party. She was there, surrounded by friends, and plenty of people she didn't know, all dressed up, mostly in sexy parodies of various pop culture things. How had she gotten there? Why didn't she remember it? Had she been drinking?<br /><br />She tried to look down at herself, not even able to recall what she'd settled on for her costume, but her neck refused to move. In fact, all of her body felt stiff, and uncooperative. 'H-Hey!' she thought to herself, starting to panic. 'What's going on?!'<br /><br />Her eyes could move, however, and it turned out that she was positioned quite helpfully near a mirror. After a flick of her eyes, however, she almost wished she hadn't been, as she caught a glimpse of herself. She blushed, which only added to the look.<br /><br />The makeup artist had seemed half a dream, until she saw what the woman had done to her. There was little doubt she was behind it. After all, it seemed she had granted Sierra's wish. She did look like a classic movie star, but instead of a gorgeous, elegant grown woman, she looked like Shirley Temple. Her hair hadn't been done in victory rolls, but the child star's trademark ringlet curls, topped with bows. The dress was one Sierra was sure she remembered from one of her movies, white with red polka dots, only even shorter and poofier, not even starting to cover the thick, pink diaper underneath. <br /><br />The makeup had given her pronounced freckles, which looked like they'd been painted on, since they had, and rosy cheeks, even when she wasn't blushing. Her eyes were heavily lined, emphasizing them and making them seem bigger, and the line around her mouth was still there, now, as she saw the whole thing, looking like the mouth of a doll. To complete the look, she noticed something sticking out from the back of her dress, and realized it was a large, golden key, like you'd find on an old doll.<br /><br />'I can't move, and what is with this outfi-' she groaned inwardly.<br /><br />Suddenly, her mouth began to move on its own, and she heard herself, speaking in a higher than usual tone, exclaim, "Hehe! Wind up the dumb diaper dolly and watch me go potty! Hehehe!"<br /><br />She wanted to reach up and hide her face, but her arms were just as stiff and unmoving as the rest of her. 'Huh?! I-I didn't mean to say that!' she whimpered. <br /><br />Unfortunately, she seemed to have drawn some attention to herself, as Lina, one of her friends, walked over, wearing a leotard with a short, black tutu skirt and a long, black tail attached to it, and a headband with cat ears. "Fine, we see you," she teased, clearly a bit tipsy. "You don't have to stay 'in character', you know. If you want to come join the rest of the party, you can just do it!"<br /><br />Sierra could only stare at her. She did make an attempt to blink at her meaningfully, but the other girl wasn't getting the message. "All right, all right, I'll do it," Lina shrugged, walking around behind Sierra and putting her hands on the key. "Why did you decide you wanted to be a baby doll, Sierra? I mean, it looks good, but you're always trying to prove how mature you are. It's a weird choice."<br /><br />The key began to turn, and Sierra could feel something starting to flow through her from it. 'Thank goodness,' she thought, closing her hand into a fist experimentally. 'That's all it took!' But that wasn't all it did. As she moved one foot ahead of the other, she began to notice something else, her cheeks darkening again when she looked down, seeing a damp spot forming on her diaper. She was wetting herself!<br /><br />"Eww, really?" Lina wrinkled her nose. "I-I mean, I guess I admire your dedication, but don't you think that's going a bit too far?"<br /><br />"I-I can't help it!" Sierra exclaimed without thinking.<br /><br />"So you need those?" Lina teased, poking at the bulky diaper. "They aren't a part of your costume?"<br /><br />"I-I mean, they are," Sierra stumbled, trying to cover up what she'd just said. "I-I'm not really using them, though, it's part of the costume."<br /><br />"Oh, good," Lina nodded. "I think this party is a little too mature for anyone who still goes pee-pee in their Pampers."<br /><br />"Y-Yeah," Sierra giggled nervously. Honestly, even without all this, she might be a bit anxious at this party. She'd come close to going to one of these parties in the past, with Wren, before getting hijacked and taken to the diaper dimension. Going to one on her own had sounded like a good idea when she'd been invited, but now, it felt a little overwhelming. Of course, her costume wasn't helping matters. "I don't do that, though. I-I mean, I don't wear them, either, normally! J-Just for the costume, not..."<br /><br />Her words began to slow, and, right as she began to worry about what that meant, her mouth, and the rest of her body, stopped moving again. 'Damn it!' she thought. 'Winding the key only lasts so long!'<br /><br />"Uh-huh," Lina nodded, giving her a strange look. "Hey, I gotta go see what David is doing, okay? I'll catch up with you later!"<br /><br />Again, all Sierra could do was look around, this time spotting the exit. Her memories were a little fuzzy, but she did know the makeup artist had told her she'd be waiting outside, and that she needed to get there if she wanted her magic back. It had felt like part of her dream, at first, but now, it was obvious it had been real.<br /><br />'Come on,' she tried to beg silently as she watched people move around her. 'Just turn the key!'<br /><br />"Hehe!" she felt herself start to giggle again, grateful that she was drawing attention to herself, since she was going to need help to get out of here, but also fearful of what she was going to say next. "Wind up the dumb diaper dolly and watch me go potty! Hehehe!"<br /><br />It was so humiliating! Having to hear her own voice call herself that, drawing attention to her diaper, which was soggy now, for everyone to see! She did hear a click as someone took her invitation, but they only turned the key once, barely giving her time to start dribbling into her padding again and start to turn towards them and beg, "Please, you need to turn it mo..." before it ran out again.<br /><br />That was still better than what happened the next time, though. She felt the key being turned a few times, and was ready to make a mad dash for the door, only to find she still couldn't move. Not on her own, at least. Her diaper wasn't getting any wetter, either, at least, but, after a moment, she heard music start to play from the key, louder than the music at the party, and, at the top of her lungs, she felt herself begin to sing 'On the Good Ship Lollipop,' her body moving on its own, dancing along with it.<br /><br />She suspected most of the other people at the party had no idea what the song was, not that it mattered. It was pretty clearly something fairly childish, especially when combined with her outfit, and the wet diaper beneath it. They all looked confused, and Sierra herself was not happy to realize, once it was over, that she'd danced further away from the door.<br /><br />'What a mean trick,' she thought, pouting to herself. 'Not only do I have to keep saying that awful line to get people to help me, and admitting to being a dumb diaper dolly, I might not even be able to do anything when they do! And if I can, I wind up wetting myself!'<br /><br />But she hadn't seen everything the key could do to her yet. She had to squawk out her phrase a couple times before anyone helped her next, and, as soon as she felt the key turn, she tried to move her hand, then immediately said, "Thank you! Please, keep turning! As much as you can!" in case they were like the second person, and just wanted to see if it really did turn.<br /><br />"Sure, whatever," she heard the voice from behind her say, right before she heard another sound, much ruder, coming from herself, echoing through her diaper.<br /><br />"Oh, no," she gasped, cheeks darkening as she felt her knees bend, her tummy begin to push. <br /><br />The key stopped turning, and she heard the voice from behind her exclaim, "Ew! You aren't really...?!" Sierra blushed, feeling a hand push against the growing lump in her diaper, squishing it back against her skin, before a pretty girl she didn't recognize, dressed like a nurse, although not in a uniform that would ever be allowed at a real hospital, since she was more naked than clothed, stepped around her, nose wrinkled. "Gross!"<br /><br />"N-No," Sierra shook her head, trying the same trick she had with Lina. "I-It's not me, it's..." She grunted, bending over further, feeling her diaper expanding behind her, slowly filling with stinky, squishy mush. "I-It's part of the costume!"<br /><br />"Yeah, right," the nurse rolled her eyes. It wasn't quite as convincing this time around, Sierra had to admit, which gave her more incentive to shuffle along, as fast as she could while she was doing her business, wanting to get out of there. The girl really had wound her up a lot, which gave her more of a chance to escape. Unfortunately, she also couldn't stop pooping her pants until it wore off, leaving her in what was clearly a very well used diaper.<br /><br />She had a feeling that was a bit of a deterrent for a lot of people, which was fair. They stepped around her, making mean comments that she wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear or not, about how some people took Halloween too far, not wanting to get close to her lumpy, bulging diaper to touch her key, even after several invitations.<br /><br />When someone finally did take her up on it, there was no way for her to know whether she'd be wetting herself more, messing further, or performing a song. To make any progress at all, she had to fulfill her promise of letting everyone watch her going potty, and filling her diaper up further, her outfit doing nothing to hide any of it, or how heavy and saggy it was starting to get, although it never came close to drooping off, or leaking, at least. It just made the songs all the more humiliating, as she felt the mess squelching between her legs as she stumbled through the dances.<br /><br />It felt like she'd climbed to the top of Mount Everest, rather than walking across a room, but, finally, she was able to reach out and open the front door, stumbling down the porch. There, leaning against a lamp post on the sidewalk, was the makeup artist, smirking. Sierra opened her mouth, ready to give the woman a piece of her mind, only to feel her body freeze once more, the key's power running out.<br /><br />"Oh, so close," the woman teased, stepping a little closer and pulling out her phone. "You have a few more minutes, maybe somebody will come out and help you. Although I bet they're just glad you left so you aren't stinking up the place any more."<br /><br />But there was no one. The smokers were all using the back yard, so they weren't hanging out here, and the jack-o-lanterns around the neighborhood had all been blown out, trick or treating long over. She was all alone, there with the other woman, so close, and yet so far. <br /><br />"You really do make a cute doll," the makeup artist commented. "You'd be perfect for my collection."<br /><br />Sierra tried to shake her head, to tell her how unfair that was, that she was practically there, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything. <br /><br />"I don't have any baby dolls," the woman mused. "It would be fun to keep you on my shelf, and wind you up now and then to watch you use your diapies, like the helpless, dumb diaper dolly you are. Or will be, rather, in ten... nine..."<br /><br />Sierra groaned, eyes scanning the dark street for any signs of life, anyone that could help her, and save her from this fate. "Eight... seven..."<br /><br />Suddenly, she spotted someone. They were small, clearly a child, and probably shouldn't be out this late, but Sierra was grateful for anyone. She even got lucky and heard herself repeat, for what felt the hundredth time that night, "Hehe! Wind up the dumb diaper dolly and watch me go potty! Hehehe!"<br /><br />"Oh, how fun." Sierra's blood ran cold as she heard the voice and recognized first it, and then the red hair as the girl stepped closer. "What a fun toy! I can't believe someone would just leave it sitting out here like this! I guess it's mine now."<br /><br />"Three..." the makeup artist continued to count. "Two... One."<br /><br />"Uh-oh!" Nellie, the vampire child who Sierra had the misfortune of babysitting in the past, giggled. "Looks like you lost, Sierra! But wasn't that a fun game? I know how much you love games!"<br /><br />"You were right," the makeup artist moved away from the lamp post, coming up on the porch to join Nellie. "She was fun to play with. And now, I can have her for my collection, right?"<br /><br />"Hmm," Nellie looked from Sierra, over to the other woman, thoughtfully, floating up off the porch so she was at eye level for the woman, and Sierra had to glance up to see her. "Rules are very important for games, but I think she did a pretty good job."<br /><br />"But you said..!" the makeup artist growled, crossing her arms.<br /><br />"Hush," Nellie commanded, and the woman fell silent. "See?" she told Sierra, "I found a magic user my glamour did work on. And, as soon as I did, I knew she'd be perfect for this little game. She's just like most of the grown-ups I glamour, though. It always starts to wear off, and they think they know better than me." She sighed and shrugged. "It was fun while it lasted."<br /><br />Sierra was surprised to find her mouth could move again. "Y-You aren't going to let her take me, are you?"<br /><br />"No, no," Nellie patted her on the head patronizingly. "I think she deserves a little reward, though. And you did well, but you did lose, so I think a punishment is in order."<br /><br />~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<br /><br />"You can't do this!" Sierra protested, struggling against the straps on the huge car seat in the back of the makeup artist's car as she saw where she was being taken. "This isn't fair!"<br /><br />"It's totally fair," Nellie told her. "Think of it as another little game, Sierra."<br /><br />"That's right," the makeup artist spoke up after pulling into a parking space, holding up a porcelain doll that looked just like Sierra in her costume. "All you have to do is get out, come to my house, and wind this key, and you'll get all your magic back."<br /><br />"B-But..." Sierra sniffled, trying to pull her hands and feet away as the woman turned around, tying ribbons around them, each limb falling useless as soon as the bow was tied. The woman undid the car seat's straps, then held up what seemed, at first, to be a pair of sticks, glued together in the center to form a cross. There were ribbons hanging from both sides of each, and as soon as the woman held them up, facing down, Sierra realized what it really was.<br /><br />By then, it was far too late. As the woman moved the sticks back and forth, she felt herself moving to climb out of the car, her body obeying the woman instead of her, just like the marionnette she'd been turned into. Still in her well-used diaper, she was walked right up to the front door, and to the desk.<br /><br />"Hello," she said, her mouth moving on its own as well. "I-I need help."<br /><br />"Well," the kind-looking receptionist said, smiling down at her, "you've come to the right place, dear. What can I do for you?"<br /><br />"I-I need to check myself in," Sierra heard herself say. "I've been having these delusions all my life, and I've finally realized I need someone to help me break them, so I can live in reality again."<br /><br />"Oh, my," the woman shook her head. "That's very serious, but the fact that you recognize them is a wonderful first step. Just sign your name here, and we can get started."<br /><br />Sierra tried to fight it, but her hand was all too happy to do as it was told, signing away her rights. She saw the woman motion, and a pair of large men start to approach, her heart pounding anxiously. "This is quite the costume," the woman told her. "But it's past midnight, so it isn't Halloween anymore, is it? And I'm afraid we can't allow costumes any other time."<br /><br />She reached out with a wet wipe, washing away the makeup from Sierra's face. "N-No, I changed my mind!" Sierra could finally talk on her own again. "I-I take it back!"<br /><br />"Oh, sweetie, it's too late for that," the woman said, untying the ribbon from around one of her wrists. Quickly, Sierra ripped off the rest, making a mad dash for the door, but she was too slow, the receptionist's hand pushing down on the button that locked them tight as the orderlies approached, one carrying a large, plain white, institutional looking diaper.<br /><br />"Looks like we'll have to use the restraints on her after all," the receptionist shrugged, jotting down a note onto the form Sierra had just signed. "Make sure to get her in a straightjacket, at least, once you have her in a clean diaper, and we can work out what else she needs once the doctor is in to examine her."<br /><br />"No!" Sierra stomped her foot, sniffling as she felt strong hands closing around her arms, ushering her away, further into the asylum. "I-I don't belong here! I'm not crazy!"<br /><br />"Don't worry, dear," the receptionist called after her, only making Sierra more concerned as she was dragged away. "We're going to get you all the help you need!"<br /><br /><br /><br />So, if you don't remember Nellie, she's the character from <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lilmissierra/art/Fun-and-Games-Part-1-783285761">this</a> <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/lilmissierra/art/Fun-and-Games-Part-2-783556489">story</a>. And the ending is inspired by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/the-padded-room/art/Sierra-s-patient-file-570239978">this picture</a>.