Andrew in Wonderland

Chapter 3: Helpless

Andrew opened his eyes, he had slept surprisingly well. The bedding underneath him was much more comfortable than what he usually slept on. For a split second he forgot where he was and the myriad of strange events which had taken place the day prior, but as he looked up at the sides of the crib and then down at the pink sheets and his onesie, it all suddenly came flooding back to him. He sat up and crawled over to the end of the crib, sitting up above it he looked around. Warm light flooded in from the windows on the far wall, through them he spotted the sun just peeking above the treeline. He was not usually an early riser, back in his apartment in the city he would usually sleep in just about as long as he possibly could before his 9-5, so seeing the sunrise reminded him of his youth, back when he felt it worthwhile to get up at the crack of dawn. He glanced around the room at the other boys, most laid down still sleeping, a few sat up glancing around the room similar to himself.

Andrew suddenly felt the urge to pee, he looked down at the diaper in between the legs. He must fight this he thought, he would not wet this diaper, he would not give in, never.

"Hey," a nervous voice whispered.

Andrew turned to see it was the boy in the crib to his right. He sat up looking through the crib's white bars. Andrew whispered back

"Hey"

"You don't think they leave that door open, do you?", The boy gestured to the door at the far end of the room.

"Doubt it" Andrew answered, of course, they would lock it he thought, "do you want to try?".

"Hell no, would you?"

"No way"

Even if it was open, then what? He was going to walk out into a giant complex in nothing but a princess diaper and a baby onesie? He would most definitely be spotted instantly. The boy looked down for a second, most likely comprehending the impossibility of their escape before regaining his composure.

"Well anyway I'm Lucas", The boy continued.

Andrew introduced himself and a split second later the door to the room flung open, startling both of the boys. The lights flipped on.

"Good morning everyone!" Miss Mia Walked in with a beaming smile "Glad to see we have so many early risers".

She looked at me and Lucas. Behind her, the ginger-haired maid pushed a small cart,

"It's breakfast time", Miss Mia announced, "make sure to drink it all down, you will need the nutrients to grow big and strong, of course, failure to drink it all will result in punishment".

The four maids began picking up boys out of the cribs, Miss Mia walked over to the crib of the boy who had been spanked for speaking out the day prior.

"We got off on the wrong foot yesterday, I know from now on you'll be good, right?" Miss mia asked

The boy nodded frantically. Miss Mia then picked him up and carried him over to the far corner in which sat a rocking chair which Andrew had not noticed until now. She sat down, and while holding him on her lap, began feeding him the bottle. It wasn't long before Andrew got his turn. A nurse gracefully picked him up out of the crib and held him in her arms. She shoved the bottle in his mouth. Andrew felt his full bladder cry out, but in fear of being punished, he began to suck on the bottle. Warm liquid filled his mouth and slipped down his throat, it was strangely peaceful being held and fed as if he were an infant. Andrews Conscience faded for a second but quickly snapped back to reality.

"There you go get it all down" the nurse whispered. She didn't let him stop until every last drop was swallowed.

After his "breakfast" was finished the nurse let him down onto the ground, he reasoned to play as a child would. He remembered the rules and made sure to crawl around on his hands and knees. At first, he layed around in slight defiance but soon found this to be a terrible idea. It was extremely boring just staring at the ceiling and more importantly sitting around just allowed him to focus more heavily on his ever-growing bladder issue. He decided to move around, there wasn't very much he could find that was at all intellectually stimulating. He thought of gathering information on this strange place, but there wasn't much he could do there either. He couldn't even look out the windows from his allowed crawling or sitting positions. Eventually, he stumbled across a set of play building blocks. It wasn't much, but constructing little models out of them seemed to be enough to keep him satiated, at least for now. He found the other boys had similar troubles, he even spotted one who seemed bored enough to play with two stuffed animals, doing so in the corner so that people wouldn't see.

After a few hours, Miss Mia called them all together in the center of the room. She pulled up the rocking chair from the corner of the room and sat down.

"Today we are going to be reading a book, this is a very special book to me and it will be to you," She said gesturing to a large picture book in her hand, she moved it around so that everyone could see, "it's called 'The Little Society'".

Andrew moved closer, intrigued, perhaps he could learn something about his situation. Moving was something he tried to avoid doing, his bladder was a ticking time bomb which he could feel only had minutes left. Miss Mia opened the book to the first page. She would read the words on each page and then show the image on the page.

"A long long time ago, there lived a group of people

"But this world they lived in was bad, the people there were sad, they felt unsafe and unwanted".

She showed the image of three people sitting in a building, white outlines around their figures. Outside the building, red monsters with gagged teeth starred in on them.

"They felt as if they were stuck in a pile of used bubblegum, yuck!"

"They could do it better, they thought, they could make a happy world. So deep into the woods, they went, far away from all the sad and angry people.

An image of angry red monsters in a city, they attacked the figures with a white glow around them as they walked into the woods.

"They went until they came across a beautiful sight, big huge buildings that they could live in".

Big tall structures with white halo glow around them.

"The people got right to work building and made it into a perfect happy place for everyone".

The page showed people in construction uniforms working around the haloed buildings

"But there was a problem, and that we will have to read about next time" She closed the book and placed it on her lap "I hope you all enjoyed it!".

Andrew was angered that the reading ended on such a cliffhanger, although he wasn't sure why he'd care that much about a children's story.

But it was then he realized the inevitable, either he was going to pee or his body would make him pee. He decided to go out on his own terms, sitting down, he slowly relaxed his muscles. He felt a trickle, which slowly turned into a flood of warmth in between his legs, in doing so he felt his dignity slowly start to trickle away with it. The front and bottom of his diaper grew heavy. He felt it smushed up against his groin as a constant reminder of his situation. He was a baby, he could hardly deny it anymore. He drank from bottles, slept in a crib, wet his diapers, crawled around, and was at the total mercy of maids who he was too weak to stop.

Tears welled up in his eyes, they began to stream down his face, and before he knew what he was doing he was bawling. The other boys looked over at him and a nurse came rushing over.

"Alice, what's wrong sweetie?" She asked. She grabbed the front of his crotch, it his diaper crinkled as she felt the warmth of his fresh pee.

"Aww, you go pee pee?" She picked him up in her arms, "It's alright, it's gonna be alright, let's get you cleaned up".

She carried him over to the changing table and unbuttoned and pulled up the onesie. The front of the diaper with the Disney princess now had a slight yellow tint to it. She pulled it off and wiped down his crotch with a baby wipe.

"It's ok, big tough men don't wet diapers, but you don't have to worry since you aren't one of those, Right? you're a baby girl, a soft delicate, and helpless baby girl"

Through the sobs, he nodded.

"That's what I thought," She said, She outfitted him with a fresh diaper.

She was right Andrew thought, He even cried like one.