Published: October 27th 2021, 8:03:08 am
Continuation of Daily Free-Write October 25, 2021: Castles and Crinklebutts pt. 4
"Watch out for that stroller!" yelled Barry as Harry stumbled and crashed into the waiting contraption.
"I can't look," said Sam, covering his eyes, fully expecting it to be a mimic or bear trap, however, it wasn't quite that. Harry soon found himself strapped in as the straps of the stroller secured themselves around his legs and chest in a 5-point harness. "H-hey," he said, trying and failing to undo the buckle with his puffy bear paws. His paws being puffy nubs with no fingers to speak of, however, he found the task completely impossible. "A little help here? Unh..."
Harry began to moan as the straps seemed to tighten and press against the crotch of his bear-suit in the most stimulating way causing him to spurt more pre into the puffy lining. He was already getting turned on by the musky smell of sex that had permeated the suit from his previous emissions and another seemed to be on the way. If this kept up, he was going to be swimming in the bear suit.
"I'll l-let Barry move ahead of me," said Sam, not wanting to leave the changing table. Unfortunately, his timer was dangerously close to zero, and when it ticked, a big red -1 smrt appeared over his head and his body shrank down. He went from an older teen to barely in high school - losing about another five years in the blink of an eye. "Aww, man..." he said, as he wet himself yet again. He'd been hoping to avoid that by skipping his turn but no such luck.
Barry looked between his Bear friend and Sam, who was regressing before his very eyes and decided to go for the stroller first.
"Throbdor grabs the stroller handles and pushes it toward the changing table."
"Okay," said Brandon the castlemaster. "Now we're getting somewhere. Stroller properties - can transport a large, medium, or small creature at no extra cost to movement. No other special properties noted."
"Aside from the fact that it's self locking?" asked Bardswell, grunting as he tried to remain intelligible through the ministrations of the straps and the teddy suit. "I think it's molesting me too!"
"Do you want me to let you out?" asked Throbdor, reaching for the buckle.
"N-no.... not yet..." said Bardswell. "It... uh... it's too convenient... I'll endure it. For the party..."
"For the party, sure," said Throbdor, smirking as they arrived at the changing table.
"Finally," said Krendall. "Took you long enough."
"Pipe down, pipsqueak," said Throbdor, who easily laid Krendall down on his back. Krendall had tried to take off the diaper himself and found it refused to budge but when Throbdor pulled at the tapes, they came right off.
"How in the world?" asked Krendall.
"Additional property discovered," announced Brandon, reading from the game screen. "Cursed diapers of incontinence can only be removed by those who are not wearing it, but must be replaced with a fresh diaper for effects of curse to be reset."
"...for effects of curse to be reset," echoed Throbdor as he wiped a very embarassed Krendall clean. "What the heck could that mean?"
"I don't know, man. Just hurry it up, will ya? This is super embarassing!"
"Oh, hush, kid. I eat pipsqueaks for you like breakfast," said Throbdor, taping up his companion. The moment he taped Krendall up, the teenager returned to his full age and a green +2 smrt appeared over his head. He was no longer swimming in his clothes. The timer above his head started again at 10 minutes.
"Holy, heck!" said Sam. "I'm... me again!" He looked down at himself in the thick padding, and somehow felt even more embarrassed about it. He felt fully too old to be in diapers, and whined when he saw Throbdor begin to stuff a conveniently placed diaper bag with as many diapers as he could before slinging it over the handle of the stroller.
"Oh hush," said Throbdor. "It's better than being turned into a permanent baby, right?"
"Diaper bag of holding acquired," said Brandon. "Bag holds an unlimited amount of diapers, as well as changing supplies. In the bottle pocket is a bottomless bottle of sustenance."
"Hmm... I wonder," said Throbdor, taking an experimental pull on the bottle. The time above his head began to tick up, but at the same time, his need to go to the bathroom increased just as rapidly. "Cripes," said Throbdor, looking around for somewhere to pee. "Well, I sure as hell am not going to put on one of those cursed diapers," said Throbdor, but he had to go badly. He decided to just go ahead and whip it out. It wasn't his nursery anyway.
"Ah, ah, ah," came the voice of Muskarella. "Naughty boys who go potty where they're not supposed to end up in diapers for good. If you want to be a big boy, then you have to use the training potty like every other big kid in the nursery!"
Throbdor looked around and spotted the training potties clear across the nursery. Exactly opposite the supposed exit. "Oh you've got to be kidding me..."
"Can't you hold it?" asked Krendall.
"Yeah," said Bardswell, grinding his crotch against the strap between his legs in an attempt to get more stimulation. "We should probably get out of here sooner than later... but I don't mind if you take a little longer... unh..."
To be continued...
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