Daddy's Nursery (Cont.)
Thomas awoke with a grunt, lifting his hands to rub his eyes as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. He wasn't sure when he'd fallen asleep, or what he had been dreaming about, or doing for that matter, his memory was one giant blur.
The ginger haired, chubby human pushed yawned, feeling a light breeze over his figure, the small hairs across his body shimmering as air blew over it. Opening his eyes and looking about himself, the lost memories he was searching for suddenly flooded back into him. The gilnean found himself wearing a white, thick, padded diaper, wrapped around his waist and secured snugly around his junk and butt. Surrounding him was a series of blue, wooden bars, reaching upward and then looming over him as they formed a caged crib.
Something rubbery and thick rested on his tongue, stuck between his teeth and protruding from his lips. The human lifted a hand and felt around his mouth, gripping onto something plastic and tugging an adult sized pacifier from his mouth, a small stream of saliva drooping between its nipple and his bearded lips. Leaving it beside him, the gilnean rubbed his eyes.
Before he'd fallen asleep, he'd been coming to terms with the fact that after meeting a strange, friendly tauren in a tavern, he'd been drugged, kidnapped and trapped inside the large, infantile prison he'd awoken in now. Referring himself as 'Daddy', the tauren had removed all of his weaponry and clothes from the human and had him clad in a diaper, as he had all of his other victims. Similarly to them, he'd also worked two vile spells into his mind; 1.) He no longer had control over his body, both his bladder and his bowels were as weak as a newborns, and 2.) When he eventually did succumb and wet or mess himself, he'd progressively begin losing himself and would permanently begin acting as he if was a real baby.
The effects of Daddy's strange, powerful magic was demonstrated to Thomas through his roommate, the Zandalari troll Zenty - whom had been kind enough to give him enough information to understand what exactly was happening to him. Armed with this information, Thomas had attempted to mount an escape from his infantile confines, but unfortunately, as he tried to free Zenty from his crib-cage, the troll messed his diaper. As Thomas looked on, his only ally in his struggle had gone from a free-thinking adult into an immature infant in the space of mere minutes. One moment he was urging the gilnean to help him, and then began bawling as loud as he could for his 'Daddy' to come change him. It was a truly unnerving sight.
Having been caught; spanked and then bottle-fed by the large, strong tauren, Thomas must have fallen asleep soon after. It was only a matter of time before he digested that milk. He finished waking up upon remembering that.
Looking outside of his crib, the ginger human looked over to Zenty, who remained where he remembered. The green troll lay on his back lazily, arms wrapped around a large, brown, stuffed teddy bear, hooking his left around the plush toy and sticking his thumb into his mouth. With the occasional wriggle and murmur, he didn't do much. Thomas sighed, getting to his feet and stepping to the edge of his confines and looked around furthermore.
Even when standing, he was unable to touch the top of the crib. In order to do so, he needed to bounce on the mattress and catch onto the bars. The room itself, and the whole building, Thomas presumed, was enormous in scale. The room dwarfed him, and even he had to admit that it helped the illusion of being a baby. He shivered, remembering being in the large, black tauren's grip again.
Since he'd fallen asleep, something about the room had changed, something that the human had thought should have been obvious - there was now a third crib. It was painted baby blue, and where Zentyf and Thomas' cribs were pushed against opposite walls, this one was against the wall opposite the door, next to the large, red armchair that Thomas he been spanked in. A mattress, bed cover and a series of cute, fluffy plushies had already been placed down inside - all the crib needed now was an occupant.
'I wonder if you felt the same as I do now..." The human sighed underneath his breath, looking over to Zentyf, who rolled onto his side with a small giggle and gave the toy in his arms a giant squeeze, his ears a quiver. When he first awoke in the nursery, Zenty seemed obsessed with him, constantly looking at him and practically forced the brief conversation they shared onto the poor, confused human.
Even though nobody occupied it, Thomas now felt incredibly curious as to who was going to be placed inside it. Naturally, he wanted it to the no-one, nobody should go through what he had, it was humiliating and he took some sort of comfort in the fact that when he eventually would wet himself, he'd be somehow free of any guilt or shame. Zentyf seemed happy enough with his new life.
Something clipped and clopped outside of the room, the sound of heavy, oncoming footsteps became louder and louder. Suddenly feeling panicky, Thomas collapsed onto his padded rear, the diaper crinkling loudly before he crawled over to the middle of his crib, where he had awoke and pulled his blanket over him, squinting his eyes. He got a blurred picture of the new crib, and knew that unless the tauren looked down and examined him closely, he'd look like he was asleep.
The door opened with a creak, and the tell-tale thuds of hooves thumped across the room. The dark, black shadow of Daddy came into Thomas' view, and it sent a chill down his spine. In his arms however, was something green, something humanoid. The human opened his eyes for a split second, curiosity getting the best of him.
In Daddy's midst was a naked orc male, large, not so much in height but much so in mass, the beast was packed like no human ever could be. His head was shaven, though he sported a pretty prickly looking, black beard. He was lowered into the crib with a low, rumbled chuckle from Daddy, who patted the orc on the head as he lazily sat there on the mattress, idly looking at him with a dull, glazed look in his eyes.
"Now, what is your name?" Asked Daddy, his voice was smooth and his words were drawn out. His question seemed familiar.
"Gazok" replied the green, naked figure. His voice was rather gruff, as an orc's voice does.
"Where're you from?"
"Orgrimmar."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty three seasons."
"What do you do?"
"I am a warrior of the Horde, I defend my people."
"I see, well then, warrior, I best offer such a mighty warrior as yourself the best of my hospitality."
Daddy extended a hand out to the orc, placing his large, thick, furry digits over his bald head. Still staring blindly up at the tauren, the other male did nothing. Thomas assumed he was drugged, or in some sort of trance. A soft green light emanated around the black furred fingers, the smoky emerald wisps trailing out of the tauren's fur and into the muscular warrior's skull.
"Gazok, my boy, I need you to listen to me closely, can you do that?" Daddy asked slowly. The orc known as Gazok nodded. "Good. Now, relax for me, just let nothing but my voice penetrate that green, strong head of yours, and listen to only me..."
The orc nodded a second time.
"Your body feels ...Relaxed, doesn't it? Relaxed, so relaxed that even you are surprised by it ...So relaxed that you can barely contain yourself. Your bladder is weak, isn't it, Gazok? You can feel all that you drunk and will drink just pass right through you without any control at all..."
Gazok wriggled in a weak protest.
"I know you can feel it, my little boy. Whenever you drink, you feel the need to pee, so much, infact, that you cannot stop yourself. Control is no longer a skill you possess... Your bum, your bowels are the same, aren't they? You cannot tighten them, they are so relaxed, aren't they? You can no longer tell if you need to poop or not... Everything just flows out of you, like a baby, Gazok...My baby..."
The tauren affectionately ruffled the orc's bald scalp, pretending he was scruffing up hair. Gazok remained how he was, attentive, yet unresponsive. The glow continued to flow into him, re-enforcing the words being spoken to him.
Thomas had to cross his legs slowly. The power of the tauren's speech was affecting even him. On the other side of the room, he could hear Zenty muffle a little.
"Now..." Daddy grinned, leaning down into the crib and nosing the orc's snout with his muzzle. "You have so many memories, little Gazok, that simply won't do... All my children need to find themselves..."
The tauren removed his hands, the green glow still floating about the orc's head. With a snap of his fingers, Daddy changed the colour of this magical aura from green into a dark, poppy red. Reaching beneath the crib, he pulled out a diaper; thick and white like Thomas'. Steadily, he gently lowered the hypnotised orc onto his back - fastening the garment around the warrior's waist without any interruption.
"You think you are a big boy..." His words were practically verbal velvet, smooth and silky enough to calm Gazok's mind, as well as capture Thomas', who was compelled to do naught else but listen. "You think you are a big boy, but this is wrong... When you let yourself go inside this diaper, you will begin to understand how much of a baby you are... Words are complicated... Play will seem more important than work... And you will know no love like that which your Daddy can give you... You will be my baby orc boy." He finished taping the diaper, patting the front with a wide grin before lifting himself up and righting himself.
"There we go."
Looking down at his handiwork with a wry grin, the tauren leaned in close and looked his dazed, entranced victim in the eye, widening his own so that his stare was all that Gazok could see.
"You shall not remember any of this, little baby, you shall wake up as is you have had a nice, long nap." There was a pause, "What will you do?"
"Wake up...Not remember..." Drolled the orc, barely conscious to reply coherently.
"Good." Daddy smiled cheerfully, patting the orc on the head once more before swinging over the top of the crib and waving at his newfound baby whilst stepping back from the crib. "Daddy has to go check on his other children. His precious family is growing." He practically sung under his breath. Before he left the room, he raised his voice enough to be heard clearly.
"Sleep."
Thomas couldn't see the big, black tauren anymore, but as the sound of hooves clomping against wood grew steadily more and quieter, he knew that Daddy had left the room. Looking back over to the newcomer, he noted the power of Daddy's words. Whilst he had been able to hold himself from slumbering upon hearing the tauren's instruction, the orc had passed out, idly laying in his crib. On his back, Thomas was struck with a strange, strange feeling of déjà vu. He knew exactly how the orc'd feel when he eventually woke up.
The human looked over to Zenty, who seemed to have succumbed to Daddy's powerful words and had fallen asleep, suckling on his thumb still, his other arm hooked around the teddy bear he'd been playing with. What must he had been thinking when he witnessed Thomas' induction? Whether he'd seen it or not, he must have eventually decided to try and help him - otherwise he wouldn't have encouraged his attempted escape in the first place.
Eyeing over the orc, Thomas frowned, shuffling over to the bars of his crib and leaning against them, sitting cross legged as he thought to himself. The orc was from Orgrimar. He was a soldier for the Horde. If he wasn't now imprisoned by Daddy, if they had just randomly met, Thomas would have drawn his weapon onto the brute, and he was positive that he would have done the same.
But they hadn't met like that, infact, the orc had yet to meet Thomas at all. The ginger scratched his fluffy head of hair and sighed. He did not want to be witness to another unbecoming like Zenty, or even worse, he did not want to succumb himself and force even an enemy of his people to watch his own spiral into infantile madness.
Like it had happened for his own crib, Daddy had forgotten to seal the top. The orc had a chance for freedom, and as Zenty had to Thomas, Thomas felt he had some unspoken obligation to give that same chance to this Gazok. Reaching over and picking up the pacifier he'd woken up with, Thomas took aim and flung it between the bars of his crib. It flew through the air rather deftly before it landed with a small, thick thud on the orc's bald forehead.
He grunted, and then grunted again, rolling onto his side with a crinkle of his new diaper. The green brute's eyes squinted open, eyelids pulling themselves apart as the green warrior realised he wasn't somewhere he recognised. Thomas gulped, watching the confused orc look about himself, taking in the shocking sight of the crib, of the room, and eventually him.
"I guess the only advice I can give you is to just take everything as you see it." Thomas said slowly, wanting to get passed the 'what am I doing here?' phase of the conversation as quickly as he could.
"Where am I?" The orc grunted demandingly, getting to his feet and walking over to the edge of his crib, staring Thomas down with his large, red eyes. "Human." He added, as if realising it for the first time.
"I know you probably do not think of me as an ally, but I am the closest thing to a friend you have right now." Thomas said, "We're both in the same position."
The ginger gilnean motioned to the lack of clothes the two males both shared. Wide eyed, the orc's gaze shot down between the chubby human's legs, mouth dropped open at the sight of the white, thick diaper resting there. Not a moment after, his eyes dropped down to his own groin, letting out a half angry/half shocked growl, gripping at the garment and ripping it from his person, baring himself naked for the human to see.
The action was so bold and rebellious that Thomas honestly questioned why he had not taken his own diaper off when he first awoke. Suddenly, the human wish to remain clothed now seemed a weakness instead of a moral strength. Giving the orc's admittedly impressive junk a quick oggle, the human cleared his throat.
"Right, to business then, I guess."
"Where am I?" Gazok repeated, crossing his arms and glaring angrily at Thomas.
"I do not know."
"Alright, Human, -why- am I here?"
"I do not know for certain, but you've been kidnapped by a tauren. He calls himself Daddy and if you don't do as I say, you won't be leaving this room until he returns, if you ever will."
"You expect me to believe this!?" The orc roared angrily, thumping against the bars with a growl. Zentyf moaned in protest to the noise and rolled over, his back to the other males.
Gazok blinked at the troll who clung to a fluffy, cute toy and contentedly dressed as an infant, almost insulted by the sight. He tentatively walked over to the other side of his crib, eyeing Zenty closely with a raised brow and an angry frown.
"That's Zenty." Thomas frowned, "He was here before me."
"Why is he doing that?"
"He has no choice. The tauren who has kidnapped us cast several hypnotic spells. Not ten minutes ago he was implanting the very magics into you, too."
The orc suddenly seemed more co-operative, looking over to the diapered human to show he was listening.
"If I heard him right - we no longer have the control over our bladders or arses as he used to." As he said it, Thomas remembered how hard Zenty had struggled with himself. Considering that at the time he must have been weakened as well, the fight not to soil himself must had been a very taxing one. Suddenly, the defeated troll seemed braver in the human's eyes. "If he has his way, you'll eventually wet or mess yerself. When yer do, yer'll end up like Zenty over there."
He knew it sounded stupid, and from the look on the orc's face, Thomas knew he wasn't being believed in the slightest. "Doubt me if you want, but I have no reason to lie t'yer." He added with a shrug.
"How the fel am I meant to believe such a ridiculous story?"
"Yer woke up in a nappy, mate, 'm trying to help yer."
"And how is -this- meant to help me?" Gazok angrily retorted, keeping his voice low, giving Zenty a tentative glance.
Thomas pointed to the top of his caged crib. "Yer see the top? See how there are hinges?"
"Yes..."
"Seems Daddy has this habit of leavin' 'em open an' only locks 'em when he comes back. If ye jump up yer should be able t'open it."
Gazok raised a brow, reaching up and giving a little hop. Given his much larger size, compared to the human, he could reach the top of his crib without trying, and managed to get a good grip on the wooden bars before swinging them around and leaving the top of his crib bare.
The orc blinked, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Thomas rolled his own pair, was his word so hard to believe? He could understand where Gazok's mind was at that point, but at the same time, the orc was still heeding his word. He was still following the ginger's instruction. Even though it meant nothing to him, Thomas suddenly felt good about himself, there was some satisfaction to be had from seeing another prisoner defy their captor.
Gazok flung himself up and over the wooden bars, landing on the wooden floor with a forward roll, his buff, built posture practised and flawless - as if he'd leaped and jumped such distances many a time before. Given the landcapes the Horde races lived in, he probably had. The naked, green warrior approached Thomas' crib, tapping the bars and grinning.
"You are a fool to help me, human. I am not going to help you out of here as you did for me."
Thomas couldn't help but laugh at the orc's arrogance, chuckling in amusement, much to Gazok's confusion and anger.
"What makes yer think yer could have helped in the first place? I helped yer simply because I could." He lied, "Besides, as I already said, mine's locked already - I ain't leavin' til he opens it."
The orc shrugged with a grunt, defeated in the conversation, but not in the situation. He stepped away from the human's crib with another of his high-and-mighty grins. "Well then, 'Ll leave you to your misery then, Human. If there were more like you, your foolish people would be dead already." He grunted, making a silent sprint for the door, looking over his shoulder.
"By the way, you're sagging." He smirked before he disappeared from sight.
It took a moment for Thomas to clock onto what the orc was telling him, looking down between his legs. Where the diaper had been white and puffy not minutes ago, it was now growing a dark grey on the front. It now felt slightly weightier, and most of all, the ginger could feel a growing warmth around his junk.
"Oh fel..." he swore. It was time. How could he have not have felt it? Zenty could feel it before he outright soiled himself in front of the human but he couldn't even feel the slightest twinge in his belly before he had peed himself in front of the gloating orc.
A warm shock pulsed around his body, a soothing, relaxing breeze, almost as if a warm hand was brushing over his skin. The human fell to his knees, patting the front of his diaper, desperately seeing if it was a trick of the light. He had thought he had more time. Time to think over anything he needed to before it finally happened. Another warmth rushed over him, the ginger headed, bearded, chubby man kept feeling around his sagging, soggy nappy, his bladder cleanly emptying itself into the pudgy garment hissed underneath the pressure, coaxing a small giggle from Thomas' lips.
He blinked. He thought he'd become content with what was going to happen, but he wasn't. Regression was crawling through his skin, and by the second, the fully grown man could feel himself fade, being pushed into the back of the mind he occupied as something new, something primal and immature came forward.
The human stopped pushing at his nappy, feeling the strength in his knees and elbows steadily decline. With an uncomfortable moan he fell onto his bottom, bouncing a little before rolling onto his back. Staring up at the blue ceiling, watching the colourful mobile spin above him, Thomas felt the then-warm pee soaking his groin grow colder and colder. He didn't want to have his own pee pushed against his skin, he liked being dry.
Why had he been so stupid and let himself be distracted so much? What did he owe to the stupid, ugly orc? What'd the green-skin do to him that was so nice? He'd helped him get out of the crib and all he did was call him names? Had he called him names? Thomas wasn't sure anymore, but he was still mean and stupid!
His eyes welled with tears, he didn't like this. He felt stupid and insignificant, more so by the minute, he was just a stupid weak human who'd wet himself when trying to be a big grown up. He was silly to try, and now he was all wet and uncomfortable. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he felt himself give a few sniffles, trying to hold back the loud cries he wanted to make. He still wanted to be big! He wanted to be grown up again!
"I wanna be big..." He whimpered, something in the back of his mind screaming in anguish at just how immature and babbled his speech was becoming. "I wanna be a big boy 'gain..." He thudded at the mattress, wriggling his legs in an attempt to find some comfort around the soggy nappy.
"I wan'..." He began, hiccupping loudly, "I wan'...I wan' my daddy..." He hiccupped again, suddenly wanting a warm embrace, wanting to be comforted. To be loved. "Haa...Haa..." He whimpered, a little drool rolling into his beard as the final protests he could make against the coming storm wavered.
Wriggling in his crib, the ginger human watched and listened as he scrunched up his face and wailed, his voice echoing around the room and down the halls. "Waahaahaa!" He cried, pushing his hands limply against the diaper in an attempt to remove it. "Waahaahaahaa!"
Zenty, who had been asleep all this time, perked his ears and looked over his shoulder with that glazed, dopey look he'd now acquired, watching at the other baby wailed and rolled around. What was wrong with the baby? He was upset. What was to be upset about? He couldn't see anything wrong. Something was wrong and he couldn't see it!
The green troll huddled with his teddy tightly, feeling scared, looking around at the room. His eyes fell onto the empty crib just next to his own. It didn't have a baby in it. Had something taken it? Maybe it was a monster! A monster had come and taken someone away and now the other baby was crying! The troll whimpered, sniffling as he shook, eyes darting about the room.
The sound of heavy, loud footsteps approached. They echoed around the room, looming through the air and grew louder each time. It was getting closer! The monster!
The baby troll's wide, watery eyes stared as a big, black, monstrous shadow grew through the open door. Larger, and larger, and larger and larger!
Suddenly, the door creaked open. A large, black, furry beast stood in the doorway, staring into the room and casting it's shadow throughout the room.
Zenty jumped! He didn't want a monster in his room! He wanted it to go away! Go away, monster! He whimpered loudly with a hint of anger at the beast, not knowing what else to do. The other baby cried onward, still rolling around and wailing in discomfort and unhappiness. It steadily got to the infantile troll, who clutched his teddy bear for dear life and began crying also, curling into a ball in some last-ditch defense.
Daddy raised a brow, but smiled fondly at his two babies. One of them was missing, but that didn't matter.
The large tauren approached Zenty first, raising a finger and steadily 'ssssh'ing at him. The motion calmed the troll, who had recognised the friendly, fatherly face and smiled happily, bouncing in his seat, his worries long forgotten now his Daddy was finally there!
Then, the large male approached Thomas' crib, placing a hand onto the top and unlocking the bars, opening the crib and reaching inside push a new pacifier between his lips. The crying, baby human hushed the moment it entered his mouth, lips moving on their own accord and suckling on the paci, calming himself instantly with a small whimper. Daddy grinned triumphantly and moved a two-fingered hand to the human's diaper-front, patting it.
"Awww, you silly thing, making such a fuss over a tiny spill such as this?" He tutted with a strangely loving smile, reaching in and picking the human up with not effort what-so-ever. Hauling the big baby over a shoulder, he approached the changing table, setting Thomas down onto its surface and leaned in closely, cooing with a brief bumping of his muzzle to the whimpering baby's nose.
"Just hold tight, lil' Tommy, Daddy'll fix you up real good, then the icky wee-wee won't annoy you anymore." He grinned, undoing the tapes of the man's diaper, pulling it out from underneath him, balling and binning it. Pulling a new, fresh nappy from underneath the table, he rubbed the human's belly gently. "Who's a good boy?" He asked rhetorically. He knew his little Tommy would see things his way.
Thomas idly watched as the large, hulking bull went about placing a dry diaper on him. It was strange. Whilst he felt all the infantile emotions he'd been expressing, it was as if there was two minds inside his head. His old mind hadn't been erased as he originally presumed; it'd merely taken a back seat to this inner child of his. He was still Thomas Dickens, he was just a baby again was all. The fresh diaper was certainly nice, it made him feel safe again, snug, secure.
With the tapes of the new diaper being fastened, Tommy felt himself be lifted once more - but he wasn't taken back to his crib, instead, the tauren stood beside Zentyf's crib. "I think you're a big enough boy to play and sleep with your bigger brother, Tommy." He smiled, opening and lowering him into Zenty's crib, the troll smiled in awe, watching as his little brother was rested beside him.
The two stared at one another awkwardly for a moment as Daddy locked the crib once again, moving away to grab the other two, unlock the wheels and roll them out of the room. "Play nicely, you two. Brothers are supposed to love each other." He called with a smile.
Zenty crawled over to Tommy, looking at him with a childish smile, giggling and giving Tommy a poke. "'Ello widdle, brudda!" He babbled, wrapping his arms around the pink, ginger haired baby and gave him a loving, protective squeeze.
Tommy giggled happily, enjoying the attention. He leaned against his big brother, feeling the warmth emanating from is big, green chest. The two babies lay there before Tommy wrapped his own arms around the troll lazily.
"'Ellobru ther..." Tommy babbled, feeling safe in his big brother's arms, snug in his new, dry diaper.
After many corridors and forced entries, Gazok finally found himself in the outside world once again. The sun was rather welcome, yet unwelcome at the same time, the heat beating down on the orc's bare, naked skin like a raw furnace. From the surroundings; dead, brown grass; burnt, black trees and barren, never ending wasteland - he assumed he was still on Kalimdor, most likely at the equator.
Turning around to see where exactly he'd been kept, the orc's jaw slacked open.
He couldn't see anything. The building he'd just escaped from was completely gone, vanished into thin air. Extending an arm, he felt the rough wooden door he'd barged open whilst escaping, his eyes growing wider still. How powerful had his captor been? The building was massive on the inside, and couldn't have existed in the space that this invisible opening had occupied. Yet it had.
Freaked out far more than he already was and needed to be, he began sprinting ahead, anywhere but back toward the unseen tauren, the diapered human and the big, baby troll. This little episode was going to need many, many ales to forget, and if he was lucky enough, he wouldn't even remember it ever again.
Several hours later, the patrons of Ratchet's inn heard the terribly loud wails of a crying, unhappy orc.
The second and final part to my lil' two-parter. Weird mixture of characters and kinks, though I hope at least some people enjoy it.
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