The engine finally gave one last sputter, the car shook violently, and then the only noise that could be heard was the rain falling on the roof of the car.
“DAMMIT!” Layton brought her fist down on the steering wheel. She had been on her way back to her college after visiting home for a weekend, and the “shortcut” had initially seemed like a good idea. Somewhere, however, she had made a wrong turn, and now she was out of gas, in the middle of the woods, in the dark, and it was raining!
She picked up her cell phone – even though she knew it would be useless – and tried again. Again she received the message, no signal. Fighting the urge to cry, she peered out through the windows at the hard falling rain.
“No! Don’t start, Lu. That won’t do any good,” she told herself, fighting the lump in her throat and the sting of tears in her eyes. Instead, she tried to think over her options logically. She could wait on the road until a car came and get them to call for help from the next town. The only problem with that was that she hadn’t actually passed a car in at least an hour. She could get out and brave the rain and start walking. “Yeah,” she said, again talking to herself. “That would be real smart.” She could almost see the headlines … “Young College Coed Found Raped and Murdered in Woods”. Well, she could always lock the doors and sleep in the car.
Just as she was about to give in and do that, she noticed the outline of something up the road. She tried to focus on it, but with the rain and the darkness it was almost impossible. She flipped her headlights on and put the high beams on, risking running the car battery down. What she was seeing appeared to be gravel on the road, and off to the side, a gravel road.
“It … MIGHT be a driveway,” she thought as flipped her headlights back off, even though she hadn’t seen a house in miles. After thinking for a moment, she decided she had to at least go check it out. Anything would be better than sitting in the car waiting for God only knew what.
She looked around the car trying to see what she had that might be of use against the rain. It didn’t take long to determine that she didn’t have anything that would help – especially as fast as it was falling now. She would just have to get wet and hope that there really was a house back there, and risk getting pneumonia if there wasn’t. She stared out at the rain, trying to get her courage up. Finally made up her mind, pushing her door open and dashing out into the rain. Almost immediately she was drenched and freezing, as though someone had just poured a bucket of cold water over her head.
She jogged toward the gravel road, her shoes splashing through puddles as she went. When she got to the road, she sighed in relief – she could make out the outline of a cottage a couple hundred feet off the road. She quickly jogged up to it and gratefully ducked under the porch roof.
Layton noticed a few things about the house as she looked around from the porch. There was no car in the driveway and no lights were on, but there were curtains in the windows and the house looked like it was in pretty good repair. Someone did live here, or had very recently. She raised her hand and knocked on the screen door, hoping her bedraggled look wouldn’t scare anyone who might be home into not opening the door.
She never got the chance to find out. There was a flash of lightning close by, and then Layton felt like all the hairs on her arms and neck were standing up, as well as a faint buzzing and for a moment her body felt tingles all over. Then there was another blinding flash, and Layton fell to the porch floor, unconscious.
Chapter 2
Slowly she came to, shaking her head to clear the fog. “Am I dead?” she wondered aloud. She looked around and noted she was still on the same porch. She wondered immediately about being hit by lightning, but as she felt over her body, she couldn’t feel any burns. Just a headache, and still being chilled to the bone. She stood up, and this time pulled open the screen door to knock on the inside door. At her first knock, the inside door pushed open.
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In a shed behind the house, three figures huddled.
“Idiot!” One of them snarled. “Why did you have to do that with her outside? You had to know she would see.”
“I dunno,” the one he was yelling at answered. “I thought it would make a nice addition.”
“We’ll be lucky if we don’t get sued,” the third one worried. “The way she hit her head when she jumped from the flash – I thought for a minute she was dead.”
“Sued? We wouldn’t get sued, you dimwit, we’d get arrested…”
“No one is going to get in trouble!” the one who had spoken first was speaking again. “Here’s what we’ll do…”
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Layton stood on the porch and stared at the open door. No one had come when she called, and it really looked as though no one was home. Surely whoever lived here wouldn’t mind if she went in the house? After all, she was so cold out here, and wet…
She made up her mind and stepped through the door into what she realized was a kitchen area, once she flipped the lights on. “I guess they wouldn’t want me to dredge water all through the house,” Layton said to herself, and nervously she pushed the door closed and pulled off her wet coat and shoes and socks. Unfortunately she noticed the rest of her clothes were wet too.
Going through the kitchen she saw a hallway, and at the end of that she saw a bathroom. Thoughts of a warm shower came to her mind, but she pushed these thoughts away and stepped back into the kitchen. As she did this, she could swear she smelled chicken noodle soup.
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“I’m hungry,” complained one of the three in the shed. “I had to leave my food in the kitchen. It was just ready to eat, too.”
“Oh stop whining,” another replied. “You’re lucky I remembered to throw the sleeping pill into it before we left!”
“What if she doesn’t notice it though?” the first responded. “Or what if she sees it, but decides not to eat it? Or what if she decides to check the house out first and she finds some of the stuff…”
“Shutup, both of you,” the last one growled. “You’re getting on my nerves.”
“Tell us how you found this place, Freddy,” one of them said.
“I told you already. Some blonde freak who walks around looking like she came out of the forties or something. I see her around town with different guys – sometimes they are dressed really weird. So anyway this dumb broad put her purse down right in front of me – what could I do? I lifted her pocketbook right out of it. A week later I took it to her and told her I found it – even left some of the money in it. I got her keys and address – copied the keys. This is a vacation house; she only uses it in the summer. I figured it’d be an ok place to hang out before I knew about all that weird stuff in there. I didn’t expect that stupid kid to stumble upon it either, but that’s okay. I got plans for her…”
“Plans? What plans, Freddy?”
“Plans to make money, of course,” Freddy answered. Even in the dark, one could see the dangerous gleam in his eye.
Chapter 3
Layton didn’t like the looks of this. Soup on the counter meant someone lived here recently – and HOT soup on the counter meant they were here VERY recently. Yet for some reason, she had not seen anyone. If they had left recently enough for this soup to still be hot, wouldn’t she have seen them go?
She looked around another minute before the smell of the soup got the better of her, and she grabbed a bowl quickly, dipped the spoon into it, and took a bite. Immediately she wrinkled her nose. Okay – not ALL the bowls of soup were hot apparently – this one had grown cold.
She knew she could just put it in the microwave, but instead she reached for the second bowl. As she pulled a spoonful out of this bowl, she saw all the steam rising from it. It would be better, she decided, to leave that one cool first. What about the third bowl?
She took a spoonful of that and found that while a little steam rose from it, it was still a comfortable temperature to eat. She began to slurp it down hungrily, allowing it to fill her stomach and warm her. Before she knew it, she had finished it all.
Now she was feeling a little braver, and she knew she had to get out of these wet clothes. This presented a problem, however. She did not want to run back to her car, and even if she did, her suitcase wasn’t waterproof – any clothes she got would be wet by the time she got back to the house. Would the people living here mind if she borrowed some of their clothes and used the clothes dryer for her own. Would they even know?
She pulled of her jeans and sweatshirt and dropped them into the pile of clothing she had left at the door. Now she was just clad in her panties and bra, which, she noted with dismay, were also wet. She went down the hall to the bathroom and peeled them off and left them hanging in the shower to dry, also taking time to use the toilet and to find a towel.
When she opened the closet looking for towels she was in for a big surprise – instead of being filled with towels, it was filled with big cloth diapers, and HUGE plastic pants in different colors. She giggled as she drew a pair out and unfolded them and held them against her – they would actually fit her! Also in the closet were baby wipes and powder and lotion, diaper pins, a box of latex gloves, and a few things she would guess were enema bags and catheters. “I guess someone must be disabled,” she thought, with a slight shudder.
She used one of the cloth diapers to dry herself off, then looked in the closet a bit more. In addition to the plastic panties she realized there were some thick panties with a lot of padding. “Training panties?” she thought to herself. “Oh, what the hell – no one will ever know and it is better than nothing.” She pulled out a cute pink pair with a print of kittens all over them and pulled them up her legs. She marveled at the feel of tightness and thickness. She couldn’t put her legs all the way together. But there was something else, which bothered Layton a little – as weird as it was, she also noticed these were very comfortable.
Leaving the bathroom, she entered a bedroom and opened the closet, looking for clothes. Now she got another shock as she looked at the – er – fashion taste of whomever lived here. Some things were long, no nonsense type dresses like she saw in movies about World War II. Also available were several … outfits … made of leather and rubber. With wide eyes and another shudder, she quickly left that room.
The second bedroom she at first mistook for a nursery. She saw a crib and a changing table and diaper pail, and a large rocking chair. The walls were painted and decorated with nursery motif. It only took her a second, however, to realize this furniture was way too big for a baby.
A peek in the closet yielded another array of odd things. Very childish looking clothing, but in big sizes. By now, Layton really hoped that she would not run into whomever lived here! There were lots of toddler dresses that had layer upon layer of frills and lace – she decided she would not be caught DEAD in such an outfit. In the corner she noticed a folded pink footed sleeper.
With a sigh and rolling of her eyes, she pulled the sleeper out and stepped into it, pulling it up over her body and her arms. She reached down then and grabbed the zipper at her ankle, pulling it up to her neck. Once again, she felt an extreme comfort in the clothing. On a whim, she picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush on the dresser and used the mirror as she brushed her hair into bunches on either side of her head. There were a few hair bands on the dresser as well, and she used these to secure the bunches. Now she looked all of maybe five years old, and she had to laugh at her reflection in the mirror.
She was getting so sleepy … she went back to the kitchen and gathered her clothes, taking them to the laundry room. She quickly threw them all in the dryer and put it on a low heat tumble dry setting, then decided to see if there was a comfortable chair to sit in in the Living Room.
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“Freddy, how much longer? We’ve been out here an hour already,” Chris complained from a dark corner of the shed.
“We have to give her time to eat and then for the drug to take effect,” Freddy answered. “But it shouldn’t be long now. We’ll give it a few more minutes.”
Chapter 4
Layton was currently staring in open-mouthed shock at the chairs she found in the other room. One looked like a throne, only it was covered with black leather and such. She knew without a doubt she was DEFINITELY not going to sit in that … thing!
Second, she had found a potty chair. It was rather large and obviously made for an adult – and also NOT something Layton was about to sit on.
The only thing left was actually from the kitchen – something she hadn’t noticed when she first entered. It was what appeared to be a baby’s high-chair. She had attempted to sit on it, but it sounded like it was breaking, so she got out of it quickly.
She decided she was too tired to sit in a chair anyway. If these people were coming home tonight, they would be here by now (she conveniently ignored the bowls of soup). She was so tired, she just wanted to lay down for a few minutes – but she couldn’t sleep in that one bedroom.
Once again reassuring herself that no one would ever find out about this, she slid the side down on the crib in the nursery and slipped under the covers. Almost instantly she was sleeping … like a baby.
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“Okay,” Freddy finally announced. “She must be asleep by now. The drug has to have kicked in.” The three shadowy figured made their way out of the shed. The rain had stopped by now.
“Chris – go get her car,” Freddy snapped. “Push it up here into the driveway so’s no one gets suspicious if anyone does drive down this God-forsaken road.” Chris trotted off down the drive to get the car. “One more thing,” Freddy said. “There’s gasoline in a big can in the shed. Put it in the car, in case we need it for something.”
“Good idea, Freddy,” the third figure said.
“Eh, shaddup, Frankie,” Freddy said to his younger brother. They snuck quietly up the porch and into the house.
“Yeah – she ate the soup, alright,” Freddy pointed to the empty bowl on the table.
“Aww, man – I was HUNGRY, too,” Frankie complained. He was silenced with a look from his brother. They checked out the laundry room, Freddy removing the clothes and giving them to Frankie to hide.
“Why we gonna hide her clothes, Freddy?” Frankie asked.
“So she doesn’t leave, idiot,” Freddy answered.
“Ooooh,” Frankie replied, nodding his head. Two seconds later he asked, “Why don’t we want her to leave, Freddy?”
“Shaddup, Frankie,” Freddy said, annoyed.
They searched the house and finally found her in the nursery. “Look at that! Sure made our job a lot easier!” Freddy said. He said this as he put the side up on the large crib, then went and got the top piece they had found for it, and fastened it down, completing it with a lock. Layton slept through all of this because of the drug Freddy had put in the soup.
Chris stumbled in then with the camera. “Great – take some pictures. Tonight, we upload them on that computer – we’re gonna open a pay-site, and SHE’S our first baby model!”
Chapter 5
A dark figure had been outside and inside the house, watching, hiding, and listening as best as she could to what was going on. Her first inclination upon arriving at her cabin for one last weekend to shut everything down, and finding it occupied, was to call the police. Then she realized that the police were a weak bunch, and she could do the job much better herself with these three punks. She had hidden her car and was just about to make herself known when the girl showed up. At first she thought the girl was with them, but after only a minute it was obvious the poor thing was lost.
How odd it was that her own “baby” had also come to her in such a way. Trying to take a short-cut, he had said, and wound up running out of gas right in front of her house. She allowed him to stay the night, and found out he wore diapers to bed. It was ironic coincidence that this sort of thing had turned her on for years – all it took was a little convincing on her part to make him realize that he would love doing it ALL the time…
At any rate, she wondered if the girl would complicate matters any. She was furious when she realized what these punks planned to do with her. At least they didn’t assault her (yet) and she hadn’t been forced to make her presence known and stop such nonsense.
She simply waited til they were done getting their jollies taking pictures and using her computer (imagine – theh had the nerve to touch HER computer!) She hid in the house; knowing it well enough to get up into the attic without making a sound. Once they had gone to bed and she was sure they were asleep, she dropped soundlessly down into her closet from the attic.
In the closet, she kept needles and a very strong sedative. Sometimes her “baby” liked to be “forced”. Sleeping as heavily as they were, none of the three boys even stirred as she injected them.
Before checking on the “baby” in the nursery, she went out to her car to retrieve some extra clothes for her. She would be much happier to be in her own clothes, especially if she didn’t like the baby clothes she had dressed in. As she left the car, she noticed a stuffed lion – she thought it looked like Simba from the Lion King – sitting on the back seat. On a whim, she grabbed him as well and entered the cabin once again.
She didn’t realize the boys had drugged the girl until she went into the nursery and attempted to wake her up. The girl only moaned in her sleep and rolled over. This revealed a wet spot on the crib bedding.
Upon seeing this, she unlocked the crib top and removed it, then lifted the girl out of the crib, and lay her on the changing table. “Poor baby is all wet,” she soothed. She knew this girl probably wasn’t really an AB, like her baby was, but after all she HAD dressed in these clothes, so there must be some interest there. Besides, she always wanted to take care of a girl baby, and this might be her only chance – at least without the jealousy of her own baby, whom she had left at their winter home while she went back to winterize the cabin.
She easily removed the girl’s sleeper and training panties, then wiped her private areas with a baby wipe. She thought it was a bit of a shame the girl wouldn’t remember this, if she did have any budding AB feelings. Hardly thinking about it, she pulled a thick disposable diaper from the stack under the changing table and taped her snugly into it. She changed the sheets in the crib, wiping the plasticized mattress off as well, and lay the girl, freshly diapered, back in the crib with a blanket. She slipped Simba into the girl’s arms, and this was one of her few responses she gave at all, grabbing onto him and cuddling him to her.
Satisfied with the cuteness from this scene, she now had to go deal with the three miscreants. What she planned for them was not nearly as cute.
Chapter 6
Layton became aware of several things all at once.
First, she realized it was light in the room, and the light was daylight rather than electric. This meant she had actually slept all night, which she had NOT intended on doing, and because of this she sat upright suddenly, her eyes flying all the way open.
The second thing she noticed was her current state of dress … or rather, undress. She distinctly remembered pulling on the training panties and putting on a sleeper last night, but now she was naked except for the training panties. The she realized as they crinkled that she was not wearing training panties, but rather a very thick diaper, and this brought a deep crimson blush to her cheeks, and a quick cry from her lips.
Two other things she noticed was that the crib side was up when she had not put it that way, and that some of her belongings were in the room. She hadn’t brought them in with her, she was sure.
The cry of shock she uttered brought a tall, blonde woman into the nursery. “Ah, finally awake, are we, sleepy head?” the lady asked with a smile.
Layton stared in complete shock. She wasn’t sure whether to be angry at her privacy being invaded, or scared since she had broken into this ladies’ house. The lady seemed to sense her shock, as she walked over and put down the side of the crib. “I understand why you had to break in, don’t worry. I had some gas in the barn, and you should have enough in your tank to make it to the next gas station – it’s only about 5 more miles down this road, and then right after that you’ll see a junction for the main highway – I suggest you take it, since this road doesn’t really go anywhere.”
She pulled the covers from Layton, exposing the diaper and making Layton blush furiously. “I – I don’t understand. I didn’t put this on…” she started to say.
“Oh that’s okay. You don’t have to fib to save your pride,” the lady told her.
“But, you don’t understand… I didn’t…” Layton tried again.
Again the lady cut her off. “I already said, it’s ok. Your clothes had to dry – by the way, they are packed in your suitcase now – and it certainly isn’t like I haven’t seen an adult in diapers before, as you must have already guessed from this room.” She had already decided not to let Layton know anything about what had been done to her – she might want to bring the police into it, and that would REALLY complicate things. She decided one remark would hurry Layton along. “Is your diaper dry, or do you need changed?”
“What?? It – it’s dry…” Layton squeaked.
“Good girl!” The lady opened the suitcase and drew out a shirt and pair of jeans. “Do you want help getting dressed?”
Layton’s mouth fell open. “No! I can do it myself!” She blushed, realizing she sounded like a four year old (and probably looked a lot younger). Without even bothering to take the diaper off, she struggled quickly into the shirt and jeans, and a pair of socks, and followed the lady from the nursery, carrying her Simba and suitcase with her. “I still don’t understand…” Layton started again.
“I’m sorry to be kind of running you off without even offering your any breakfast,” the lady told her, “But there is really a lot I just HAVE to get done today!” Layton walked past the other bedroom, noticing the door was closed. “I did put some orange juice in the car for you. I put it in something to make sure you didn’t spill any,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Oh – umm – thank you.” Layton put her shoes on by the door, the rushed out to the car, followed by this lady.
As she got into her car, the lady said one more thing. “One last thing – I really feel bad about how little hospitality I can show you this time, so, if you ever want to try out my nursery again – you know where I live.”
“Umm – yeah. Thanks.” Layton said again. She started the car, relieved to hear it running, and pulled quickly away. The theme song from The Twilight Zone tugged at her memory as she drove away, and she realized this had been the strangest twelve hours she was likely to ever live. She also felt a slight tingle of excitement the diaper was causing her, and she wondered what it would be like to wear these more often.
As for the lady, she did feel bad about driving Layton away so quickly, but she had to deal with those three boys herself. She also wondered what Layton’s reaction would be to the baby bottle of orange juice when she noticed it, or the fact that all her panties in her suitcase had been removed and replaced with diapers.
She entered her bedroom and looked at the three young men asleep on the bed. All three had their clothes removed and hidden, and were now dressed in just a disposable diaper, as Layton had been. She walked up to the first one and slapped him across the face.
“Ow!!” Freddy sat up quickly, his hand going to his cheek. This woke the other two, and when they realized how they were dressed, pandemonium would have ensued had they not quickly noticed their visitor.
Chris just sat with his mouth hanging open. “What’re we gonna do now, Freddy?” Frankie asked.
“Shaddup, Frankie!” Freddy said.
“Oh, I think all three of you better shut up, unless I give you permission to speak,” the tall and imposing blonde woman told them.
“Look, lady,” Freddy started.
“No, YOU look. The way I see it, you have two choices. I can either call the police now and tell them I caught three boys who broke into my cabin and are wearing diapers. They can come and arrest you and take you to the county jail, dressed just like you are right now. I’m sure your cellmates won’t treat you TOO badly.” She saw this already had the wanted effect, as they all three looked scared now. Good, they should be scared.
“OR, you can just let me punish you. Then you can leave, and never let me catch you again,” she said. As she knew they would, all three were falling over themselves to take the second option. She sent them to the nursery, telling them to remove their diapers, and each pick a corner to stand in, and she would be in presently.
“After I’ve let them think about what they have done, and sweat it out a little,” she thought to herself, as she opened her dresser drawer and drew out a long and thick leather spanking paddle.
The (OUCH!) End