My head feels so <em>heavy</em>...
I can't...
I can't [[remember]].
I should try and open my [[eyes]].
Slowly... It's coming back to me.
[[Maria]] and I were out, we passed that factory. It looked abandoned, but she always loved a good scare, so we went in.
At first it was dark, and then the lights snapped on.
And the rest...
I can't remember the rest.
I think that was the start. I need to open my [[eyes]]
A blinding light momentarily disorients me.
I try to lift my arms, but they're [[bound]].
My legs are similarly restrained.
I can hear humming, melodic and soft, from the [[next room]].
Metal clamps hold my arms in place and an IV drips orange fluid into my veins. My [[eyes]] finally adjust.
I crane my eyes to scan the room. I think this is some kind of medical facility?
I'm strapped to a bed, I finally realize. My clothes are mostly gone.
All I've been left with is my camisole and...is that a [[diaper]]?
Maria, of course Maria.
My girlfriend, the love of my life.
The way she always held my hand when we were out, she was so assuring.
"I promise you, seriously. Kristen, nobody cares."
She was so tall and so kind, and always made me feel so tiny, like a child.
I think that's all I can [[remember]]
I'm almost in shock. I haven't been in diapers since I was a baby. The feeling is almost soothing, somehow, I'm at peace. Almost relaxed.
It has designs on it, little clouds and birds and pink tapes on the sides. This thing is way too girly, but I almost laugh at the absurd cuteness.
I try to [[focus]] and breathe
suddenly I can feel the diaper filling with warmth.
The feeling isn't bad exactly. It feels like that's what I'm supposed to do.
I move my hips a little, almost revelling in the wetness.
Once I've calmed down, I pause.
The humming has [[stopped]].
I look up, and immediately I wet myself again, though more in terror than relaxation.
A creature stands before me. I think it might be a machine?
This...thing. Whatever it is. I can hardly even describe it.
It whirs and clacks, as if singing softly to itself. It looks like a machine trying desperately to mimic human. Frilly pink clothing made to mock a nurses outfit is draped across it's carapace and a cloth... I hope it's a cloth, is stretched across its face.
Crudely drawn eyes and a mouth have been drawn on it's "face" and it stares at me, curiously.
The machine opens gear backed jaws far too wide and [[speaks]]
"Well, isn't someone a fussy little baby?" it clacks menacingly.
Its voice is horrible, as if someone blended a circuitboard.
It chuckles softly, a high pitched whine that mocks anything remotely human.
"I've taken the liberty of...rearranging a few things."
[["What things?"|rearrange]]
[["Where is Maria?"|fate]]
[["Where am I?"|where]]
(set $accesscheck to $accesscheck+1)
"What do you mean 'rearrange?'" I asked.
The machine thought for a moment, before replying.
"I opened you up," it chirps at me.
"I reordered an organ or two and shrunk your bladder. I do not believe you'll have functional control of it much longer."
I stare at it in horror.
"wha-what the fuck? Why would you even do that?"
The machine does not [[respond|speaks]]
I think I can ask more, but I'm feeling so tired... [[what now]]
"I do not know human designated 'Maria'", it clicks methodically.
"I am awake to service only you."
I stare at it, trying to piece that [[together|speaks]].
I think I can ask more, but I'm feeling so tired... [[what now]]
"Where am I?" I asked the machine.
"This is simply a conversion room. Once we're finished here, you'll be released."
It chuckles to itself
"If you can [[remember|speaks]] where to [[go|what now]]
I can feel my brain becoming hazy.
At first, it's a gradual feeling, as if the room is blurring.
Then it sets in faster.
"what did you do to me?" I manage to choke out, my lips feel desensitized, and I have difficulty forming the words.
The machine cracks a wry smile, forcing tiny tears in its cloth mask.
I can feel my stomach begin to [[cramp]].
I try to hold it in.
I fail.
Warm mess floods the back of my diaper.
I am so surprised, that I begin to cry.
The machine chitters over to me, placing a metal claw on my back.
"There, there." it coos. "Mommy will make it all [[better]]."
I can't help but giggle as the machine unbinds my legs and untapes my diaper.
I must have been laying here for some time, my legs feel like jelly.
I place my thumb into my mouth compulsively. The machine extends another arm and calmly strokes my hair, humming softly, while it cleans me and lifts my legs.
It places another diaper under me, this one thicker than the last. I try to say something, but the words do not escape my lips.
A thin line of drool falls down my [[chin]].
Mommy reaches for a cloth and cleans my face, I giggle softly in response.
I hear a door open somewhere and footsteps.
Mommy turns one of her many eyestalks and is saying long words I can't quite understand.
I wait paitently while she finishes taping my diaper.
"What a [[good]] girl, Kristen." she coos in her sweet electric voice.
I smile and babble back, and mommy strokes my cheek with another coiled finger.
The stranger comes and stands over me, she smells familiar.
She says some words to me, and I feel at ease.
My diaper crinkles softly as Mommy undoes my binds and the stranger picks me up with ease, nestling me in her arms.
She is so much bigger than me, but she feels so [[warm]].
The stranger rests a hand on the back of my diaper and shifts her balance to hold me better.
Mommy tells me that this person will be my mommy now and says that I should start to remember things in a few weeks.
She tells my new Mommy that my bladder control may not come back, but those words are big and hard to understand.
I think they're supposed to be important, but I don't know why.
Mommy carries me out of the facility and a long time later, she tucks me into bed and kisses me on the forehead.
I coo softly and fall [[asleep]].
The end.