Daddy's Nursery
"What is your name?"
"Thomas Dickens."
"Where're you from?"
"Gilneas."
"Are you cursed?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty Eight summers."
"What do you do?"
"I am a courier."
"Does anybody know you're here tonight?"
"No."
"Excellent. Here, Thomas, have a drink, it's on me."
Thomas Dickens awoke with a groggy roughness in his throat. From the taste on his lips, he came to the conclusion that alcohol was the culprit. An oddly cold breeze washed over his face, causing him to shiver. Opening his eyes to see where he was, he quickly raised his brows in confused upon seeing a row of thick, blue, wooden bars.
He reached over and tapped against them, blinking at how they felt. Despite being obviously wooden, they didn't feel wooden at all. They made the sound of wood to the touch, and even felt the same in terms of texture, but they felt weightier, as if they were being reinforced by something unseen. Thomas suspected magic.
Up-righting himself, he found himself surrounded by this bars. They surrounded his bed, and were a part of its structure, rising up fairly high before another row of bars crossed above him. It was like crib mixed with a prison. The bed he'd rested in was surprisingly soft and springy, a white sheet with... Thomas leant upward on his knees, peering down at the bed he'd slept on; it was white, adorned with a bright, baby blue teddy bear pattern which continued all across its. Pulling his blanket away, he found the quilt was quite similar, only this time it was a bright pink with love hearts across it. Nestled in the corner of the crib was a small collection of animal plush toys, cute tigers, lions, bears and striders that had a permanent smile fixed on their faces.
That wasn't all. A soft, crinkling sounded from between his legs, which was oddly comfortable, as if something was cradling his junk. Peering down at himself, the fully grown human froze, blinking in something that was between shock and confusion. Around his waist and crotch was a thick, white disposable diaper, its elastic sporting multiple cartoonish toys and babies all around it. Apart from this one strange piece of attire, he wore nothing.
The man was rather healthy, having a stocky figure, body hair and a growing beer belly. His head was covered with a messy tussle of ginger hair, with a matching curly, scraggly beard to match. He prodded the front of the diaper hesitantly, checking to see if it's there.
Okay. So he'd woken up in an oversized crib, wearing a diaper. This was going to be something sure to entertain in his next game of drunken truth or dare. He scoured his memories to try and figure what exactly happened the night prior, however that part of his mind was oddly blank, as if somebody had taken those hours of his life and just threw them away somewhere he couldn't reach them. He was in Ratchet, or at least he thought he was, at the tavern, drinking by himself, and then...Nothing.
He slowly approached the bars of the crib, peering around the rest of the room. It was to say the least, obviously built for someone who was much taller than a human. The walls, like his crib, were painting with a distinct baby blue colour, white clouds decorating random portions of the wall, as if the sky was surrounding him. It certainly made him feel small.
His crib was lined up against a wall, so that one of the long sides was pressed against it and the other faced outward toward the rest of the room. A brown wooden cabinet rested next to the crib, with a red armchair on the other side, next to a barred, closed window which was high up on the wall - Thomas wouldn't be able to gauge outside of wherever he was unless he stood on something.
"'Ey dere!" called a thick voice, slightly hushed, but loud enough for Thomas to hear clearly. Looking toward other side of the room from where he was, Thomas suddenly felt blind, having missed out another piece of furniture in his scouting of the room. He faced towards whoever spoke to him.
The voice belonged to a bright-green skinned troll; they sat in an oversized crib, similar to Thomas' own directly on the other side. Staring at him with a face full of both awe and horror, the exotic male had both of his hands wrapped around the hard blue, wooden bars that kept him prisoner, face pressed against them to get as a good of a look at the new arrival as he could.
He was dressed similarly to Thomas as well; meaning that he wore nothing at all save the large, white, thick white disposable diaper wrapped around his waist and groin. With a muscular chest, cut and cleanly defined, the other male looked as if he could snap the bars he held onto cleanly in half had they not been enchanted like the ones encapsulating Thomas' own crib. Long blue dreadlocks ran down from his head and across his face, like strands of forest vines rolling down his neck and face, topped with a little soul patch of fuzz on his chin.
"Aww, mon." He said in broken common, the stereotypically thick trollish accent hanging heavy on his words, "Dey got'chu, too?"
Thomas took another look around his room and his crib before answering. Their infantile prisons seemed to be the same size; his eyes quickly compared them, trying to find any inaccuracies that he could possibly use to escape. Whilst the company was most welcome, he wasn't exactly too keen on starting a conversation with the perceived enemy either.
"I suppose so." He replied quietly, but loud enough so that the troll could hear him, shrugging as he continued scanning. "They?" he added, raising a brow, crawling toward the edges of his own bars. Perhaps the troll could give him some much needed information.
"Daddeh," the troll replied with a growl, "Ah dun' be knowin' 'is real name, mon. But dat tauren be fuck'd in da 'ead. 'E be da wan dat be doin' alla dis crazeh shit."
So their captor was a tauren? It was strange. The tauren were supposed to be calm, all-loving creatures. And even if this particular one wasn't friendly to humans, why would they kidnap and humiliate a fellow member of the horde, also? One question had been answered but so many more arose because of it.
"Why are you talking to me?" Thomas asked, peering at the wide-eyed troll warily. The keen gaze of the creature was rather disturbing at this point. He had been taught by other adventurers and soldiers that he'd met that the trollish race was a savage one, that'd reject contact with any other species unless it was entirely necessary.
"Huh?" The troll's large, flailed ears gave a sharp flick at the question. At first the long-tusked male looked confused, almost offended to be asked such a thing. Suddenly, as if figuring out the answer to a difficult puzzle, he nodded his head enthusiastically. "Ah be Zandalari, mon. We dun' be hatin' nobodeh...Well, most'leh nobodeh. Ah be Zenty." He nodded a second time.
Thomas nodded his head, things now making some sort of sense. Whether he could trust this Zenty on the outside or not, he couldn't tell; but for now, he was his only comrade in arms in this war against a so-far unseen oppressor. The one called Daddy. He had no choice but to trust his word.
"I see," Thomas replied, scratching his thin beard and peering about the room again, eyes recapturing the cloud patterned walls and the wooden mobile on the ceiling. "What else do you know about this place? What does Daddy want?" He felt incredibly stupid for saying the name aloud.
"Daddeh be on sum' sick mojo, mon..." Zenty sighed deeply, banging his forehead against the bars with a thick thud, keeping it there as he continued, raising a hand over his bare belly. "He be good wit' mind majicks, he be knowin' 'ow ta play wit'cha 'ead. Ah t'ink dis be sum' sorta powah game 'e be playin' on peopl'."
"A power game?" Thomas asked.
"Jah, jah. E' takes mons an' t'rows dem inta dese cribs." Zenty said, grimacing with a small groan, as if in some form of discomfort. He scowled with something Thomas could only describe as determination. "Ah be runnin' outta time...We gotta be gettin' outta 'ere mon, now!"
His change in tone was most certainly sudden. Was something happening to Zenty that Thomas didn't know about? Certainly, but was it? What did he mean by
"Out of time?" Thomas asked hurriedly, "What's happening?"
"I gotta go , mon! Dat means we gotta go! Ets gonna 'appen ta me, too ef I go!"
"What. What happens? How can I help you?" He did not know why he suddenly felt the need to somehow save this trollish stranger. He stood up, gripping the bars of the crib for support, the top of the caged lid was just within' arm length. Part of him thought it was the possible loss of his company that feared him.
"He ain' been in 'ere since joo got in, dat meanin' 'e ain't gotcha' a lock ye-" He trailed off into a long, pained groan, gripping his stomach with both hands, looking extremely discomforted. "Dat crib might not be closed propahleh, try pushin' et open!" Whilst Zenty had kept his voice relatively low up until that point, he had long given up trying to be quiet, his fight against his own digestive system was paining him too much for him to simply be quiet.
Thomas didn't reply, instead he bounced lightly on the springy mattress beneath him, extending his reach and pushing at the wooden bars that trapped him from above. To his surprise, as well as Zenty's; they rattled, being pushed upward, creating a small, temporary gap that Thomas could fit his hand through before the bars came back down to rest over his babyish bed. With a determined exhale, the diapered human leaped upward, pushing at the barred lid with enough strength to swing them up, around and against the right side of his crib with a loud, thick clack.
Hope was quickly shining within Thomas' chest, the butterflies of nerves and the slight blotch of fear in his heart was being replaced with hope. He was going to do this. This one success was one step of many he was going to take to free himself. With another powerful bounce from his crib, he gripped open the open rim of the bars, supporting his feet between the gaps.
Hauling himself from the large, oversized baby prison, he landed deftly onto the wooden floor, having had no shoes or boots on his feet to make any sound.
"Ja, JA! Yes, mon! N-Now! Me! Get me outta' here, mon! Joo gotta!" Zenty half cheered, half pleaded, collapsing against the bars of his crib. He no longer looked as calm and collected as he did a few minutes ago. The transformation was astounding, yet frightening to watch. Thomas didn't care anymore if he was a potential enemy, he owed this troll his chance of freedom.
That, and he didn't know this place; Zenty evidently did.
He needed to know more, he also needed to keep the troll busy - as much as getting himself out was a great leap to safety, the troll's outbursts could attract unwanted attention.
"What will happen, Zenty?" He asked, trying to keep himself calm, but could hear his voice shaking; somewhere between nervous and determined.
"Ef ah go, Daddeh's spell staaarrrr-" Zenty groaned gutturally, falling onto his knees. "'E takes joo aftah 'e knocks joo out, an' works majick wit'cha mind."
Thomas had gripped the bars of Zenty's crib firmly, and began to climb up toward the top. "What does the spell do? I'll get you out of there."
"Ah act like dem..." Zenty said fearfully, suppressing another groan as his stomach rumbled loudly. "Ah start loosin' mahself an'..." His belly gave another gurgle, shutting the troll up as he went to concentrate on keeping himself composed and his diaper clean.
Thomas had to carefully place his hands on the bars - the enchanted, blue crib was exceptionally smooth, and it was only by his rough, world weary hands that the human was able to keep his grip around them. Despite his caution, he slipped down a little after attempting to lean upward and grip the top of his troubled cell-mate's crib. His misplaced weight had dragged him back down to the bottom.
"Just hold on." He hurried said, cursing at himself internally.
"'Urry, brudda, joo my only chaaaaaannccc-" Zenty gritted his teeth, hunching forward against the bars. He was shaking. Before Thomas could make any good attempt to reach the top of the crib a second time, the troll had slung his arms out from between the bars and had wrapped themselves around the human's waist. Their warm embrace, added with the troll's strength made it impossible for Thomas to move from where he clung to. The troll lifted his head, tusks fitting through the bars, a tear rolling down each of his cheeks. Despite this, he wore a rather large, sombre smile.
"Joo go, mon." He sighed deeply, apparently satisfied his small hug with the human and letting him go. Thomas adamantly clung to the bars. Had Zenty given up? He had only just now found the resolve to save him!
Zenty pushed himself against the baby blue bars of the crib, losing all tension in his face with a deep, deep sigh. His toes curled, gripping the soft blanket beneath him as the Zandalari relieved himself into the diaper. The white padding crinkled under the added weight, and the growing bulge on the troll's outstretched behind steadily grew with a soft, hushed fart, sagging the diaper as he filled steadily filled it. The troll shivered, the scent of a messy baby filling the air around his crib, Zenty pushing the remaining mess out and ending his struggle.
Thomas' eyes grey wide, watching the sudden look of carelessness and relief cover the troll's face. He must have been struggling with himself for a long while to look so pleased to succumb, against his own words of warning. If his words were true, whatever Daddy had implanted in his mind was going to activate. Thomas was now powerless to save Zenty as the back of his diaper's colour changed from white to a dull greyish brown as a result of his messy accident.
"Go, mon. Ah be done, ah can't take et anymoar..." Zenty sighed, remaining in his hunched over position, "Ah feel strange...Et's..." He shook his head with a nervous laugh. Reaching up to Thomas, he pushed the human away from the crib.
Thomas landed on his feet, but only just about. Composing himself, the confused human couldn't help himself but look onward, watching as his curiosity kept him from acting on the troll's advice.
"Mon, ah said go! Ah'm 'bout ta turn inta' wanna' 'is babehs, joo need ta leave 'for da same 'appens ta joo!" Zenty raised his voice, getting to his feet slowly. He twitched.
"I can't just leave you here, I don't know the way out, Zenty." Thomas replied, approaching the crib once more. He didn't know why.
"Mon, jus' go!" Zenty's voice had become deeper, more heartfelt. "Joo bein' stooped, dun' worreh bout mee!" He added angrily, stamping on the crib's springy mattress in a childish manner, slurring on the final word. Thomas took a step back.
"Jus' go!" Zenty repeated, "Go, go, go!" He curled his hands into fists and waved them around, bouncing around in the crib with each word, almost making a song out of his protests to Thomas' continued presence. The speed at which his composure and attitude was breaking down temporarily broke the human's mind. It was frightening to watch. It continued, though, as the troll continued bouncing around along with his solo chorus of 'Go, Go!' Zenty had closed his eyes, and was letting the bouncy springs beneath his feet boing him around his crib happily before he opened them again.
Noticing the human was still there brought a shocked, unhappy frown to the troll's face, mouth as open as he could force it before he pointed at Thomas accusingly.
"Noooooooo! No! No!" He outwardly cried, almost literally, "Nofair!Nofair! Joo 'spos'd be gone-gone!" Zenty whined loudly, the slurr on his words becoming heavier by the second, "Why joo 'no lissen ta Zenteh!" He sniffled, falling down onto his rump, his mess spreading around inside the diaper with a soft squish. "Why nobodeh lissen to Zenteehahaahaaahaaahaaah!"
The troll had his face scrunched up, a dark blush forming over his cheeks and brow as he cried loudly, flailing his arms about manically, thumping against the wooden bars and the crib bed beneath him. "Waaahaahaaahaaah!" he cried, closing his eyes tightly as genuine tears poured down his face, shuffling about in his seat, "Ah'm all messeeehaaahaahaa!" He bellowed.
The loud, piercing wails of the former cellmate brought Thomas to his senses. He needed to escape! Turning on his heels, he fled toward the door, gripping the handle and turning it. A brief pang of guilt washed over the ginger human for not acting sooner, causing him to take a final glance at the big, green, crying baby in the crib opposite his own before leaving the room.
At least he tried to.
His path was impeded by a large, furry, black chest. Stumbling backward to prevent himself from tripping, Thomas' diaper crinkled as he righted himself, looking up at the stranger who had impeded his escape.
The face of a large, muscular tauren greeted him. His face as as wide as it was long; his horns pointed forward and his muzzle sported a large, golden nose ring through its nose. A wide, wide smile spread across the tauren's mouth, a large three-fingered hands resting itself on his wide hip. The other hanging to his side, holding a slightly oversized baby bottle, filled with milk and capped with a rubber nipple . The large bull wore a pair of dark grey cotton trousers, kept on his frame with a thick, leather belt; buckled with an oval shaped, bronze imprint of the word 'DADDY'.
The large, imposing figure dwarfed Thomas. Infact, he dwarfed the entire room.
Stumbling back inside the room, Zenty's cries suddenly seemed quiet underneath the sudden terror that engulfed Thomas - he was trapped! He couldn't think of anything to do besides just stare dumbfoundedly as the voice inside his head shouted at his legs to start running as his hulking captor approached.
"Well, well, well." He mused aloud, bending over slightly to get a closer look at Thomas, their faces directly in front of one another. The human could see his reflection in the tauren's nose ring.
"D'awww. Looks like someone's a lil' explorer~" He teased, bringing a large, thick, furry finger to the middle of Thomas' forehead and gave it a brief, mocking poke.
As if the brief contact had fished him from his temporary paralysis, Thomas' legs suddenly twitched, and the human ducked his head, leaping to Daddy's side in an attempt to throw himself out of the room, where he could make a final bid to freedom. Zenty's loud cries continued to echo around the room. Daddy snorted in amusement.
"No, no, no!" He calmly looked over his shoulder as Thomas danced around him, reached out with an unexpected swiftness that caught the fleeing, diapered human by surprise. Literally, his arm had wrapped itself around the male's waist and impeded any progress he had or planned to make in his getaway. Growling loudly, the ginger man thrashed against the brute that effortlessly held him there. "I think you've had enough adventure for one day, Tommy." Daddy said, his tone of voice deepening, more serious and dark.
"Lemme go, you sick bastard!" Thomas shouted, punched and kicking at the tauren for him to let him go. This only seemed to fuel the large bull's resolve to keep him rather than loosen his grip.
"Now! That is no way to speak to your Daddy!" He roared, swinging his arm back around in front of him to hold the man in front of his face, he was no longer smiling. No longer amused, the loud display of authority was so much that it had completely hushed Zenty's wailing. The green-skinned baby held his silence for a short moment, as did Thomas, before he began whimpering quietly.
Placing the milk-filled bottle atop the brown, wooden cabinet that rest against the wall by the crib and, still holding Thomas, strode over to a large, red armchair that sat in the corner of the room. Plonking himself into it, Daddy dropped the struggling human onto his lap so that he lay on his belly, butt in the air.
'Oh no...' Thomas groaned to himself inside his head, knowing what was to happen now. Kept on the tauren's legs with a powerful arm on his back, the human could feel the back of his diaper being tugged down, cool air brushing over his bare backside.
"Let me go!" He yelled a second time. He knew the futility of saying those words, but it didn't stop him from trying.
"I'm sorry, Zenty." Daddy cooed over to the troll, who was watching from the other side of the room. "Daddy will change you in a minute. First he needs to teach your naughty little brother a lesson!"
Raising his large, strong, furry hand, the tauren brought his hand down upon Thomas' bum, swift and hard. The sharp, stinging pain that stung from the hard swat caused Thomas to yelp out loud, eyes wide. He desperately struggled against the hand keeping him in the tauren's midst. Daddy grinned to himself as he prepared to spank the human a second time.
"Now, now, Tommy." He smirked, softening his voice with a false sincerity. Smack. "If you did not want a spanking, should you have hit Daddy?" Another smack. "Hopefully this'll teach you not to make me angry."
The pain was incredible and humiliating. It had been years, so many that he could no longer remember when he was last had his bum smacked like this. He was glad that the brain addled troll was his only audience to his punishment. His body shivered and tensed with each stinging swat, sparks of tingling pain bouncing up his back and forcing growls from within his throat. Thomas had to hold back the tears. This continued for several minutes. By the time the tauren had stopped, his ass was as red as his hair and face. He breathed a sigh of relief that the ordeal was over when he felt his diaper being pulled up over him once more, wiping his eyes hurriedly as he was pulled upright and carried back to his crib.
Dropped back inside the baby blue prison, back amongst the cute, cuddly toys and blankets, Thomas hung his head, feeling truly defeated. Whatever glimmers of hope he had mustered from his escape were truly extinguished. He looked up briefly to watch as the lid of his crib was closed. The tauren closed his eyes and muttered a few words; a soft glow flowing through the top of the crib before it returned to normal.
He was now sealed in.
"Daddy did not want to strike you, Tommy." The black bull teased, his calm, fatherly composure now healed after his outburst. "But he needs to make sure you'll be a special, good boy for him, doesn't he? Zenty doesn't want a naughty little brother that'll only make him cry."
With that, he placed his hand on Zenty's crib, the same magical humming flowing over the top of the closed structure before he opened up the lid, the now fully reformed Zenty raising his arms up toward the bull's smiling face eagerly, whimpering in discomfort." "Daddeee~" He babbled happily.
"Yes, Zenty, Daddy's here, and he can see you're a messy little boy. Time for a change, I think." He nodded after taking a whiff, the smell of the troll's full, messy diaper having grown steadily stronger as he had sat in it.
Pulling a clean diaper from the cabinet the bottle sat atop of, Daddy returned to the troll's crib, scooping the 'little' one out and carrying him over to the table opposite the chair, laying the giggling troll down onto his back. He waved his arms about, legs slowly moving absenting in the air, to the tauren's amusement.
Pulling away the tapes that kept the diaper on, he pulled down the front flap, immediately covering his nose with a soft chuckle. "Someone certainly has been busy, haven't they, little Zenty?" He cooed, pulling the messy diaper from underneath him and balling it up, dropping it into a bin next to the table.
Thomas just watched, unable to see much of the troll past the tauren's hulking frame, but watch, he did. A small voice in the back of his head realised that he couldn't have opened the troll's crib even if he did manage to climb to the top. He sighed.
Daddy finished wiping the troll's bum, taping a new, fresh diaper across his front, much to Zenty's happy giggles. "All done!" He chimed with a beaming smile, he lifted the troll from the table and placed him back into his crib, sealing it shut.
"Now..." He mused to himself, wandering over to the cabinet and picking up the milk-filled bottle. Laying a hand on the top of the crib, he unlocked it once more, reaching inside and scooping the sulking human effortlessly once more. "Feeding time for Tommy, yay!" He sung, cradling the human with one arm whilst bringing the bottle's nipple to his lips, absently poking at them with it.
Thomas may had given up hope at escaping at this point, but he wasn't going to lie down and just accept this. He was going to make things hard for this Daddy to take care of him. Starting right now. He adamantly kept his lips shut, glaring back up at the smiling, happy brute's face.
"Well, this won't do, will it?" Daddy mused again, lowering Thomas back into the crib with an evil, scheming smirk. "Don't think you're the first naughty baby I've had to adopt, Tommy, Zenty over there was just like you." He lowered a hand and forced the human onto his back; stuck facing the large bull's chiding face, and the childish, colourful mobile above him, lifting the hand away from his chest for only a second, the tauren's large, firm fingers clasped around his nose, readying the bottle above his lips for the inevitable.
"I tried giving him his dindins and he just refused to open up. Good thing trolls have large noses; now he's a happy, special little boy!"
Thomas had to breathe at some point, he wouldn't be able to hold this up for long. He certainly didn't like what was happening here, but he wasn't mentally prepared to just die to escape it! He held out for as long as he could before, finally, he gasped for breath.
In went the nipple, catching itself between his teeth when his mouth closed. The squeeze that followed pushed a small mouthful of milk onto his tongue, the sweet, still taste trickling down his throat, where his reflexes caused him to swallow.
"Good boy." Daddy smiled, watching as one of his small mental gifts activated within the human's mind. With wide eyes, the ginger, bearded man blinked as a strange, strange sensation came over him. A great euphoria that erupted through his senses and caused him tug on the nipple again, this time of his own volition, and once again the great, addictive tingling came over him. "Milk tastes awfully nice, doesn't it, Tommy?" Sneered Daddy, watching at the human lost himself to his sense and gulped down the rest of the bottle with a surprising fervour. Only when the milk was all gone did Thomas actually realise what he just did.
"Wha..." He mumbled around the nipple, shocked at himself, it had to be a nightmare; he didn't just down a bottle of milk like a newborn babe. He had just resolved to reject this!
"All gone! Well done, baby!" Daddy cooed merrily, ruffling Thomas' head before swiftly pulling the bottle away and closing the crib, locking it once again.
He left without another word. No more needed to be said; the tauren had embarrassed the human enough for one day, and he had planted all the necessary seeds for him to become what he wanted anyway. Thomas knew this much. He'd just drunk near enough a pint of milk, and sooner or later it was going to pass through his system.
His future was clear, now. Lifting his head, he peered over into the other crib, where Zenty peered back at him. A wolvar plushie was in his grip, being hugged tightly for comfort and companionship. With a little drool running down his lip, and a dumb, happy smile he giggled when their eyes met.
"'Ello widdl' brudda!"
This story is three firsts for me; first Sofurry submission, first WoW fiction and first diaper story. I hope it's a good read. Please give any and all feedback, good or bad - I want it!
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