Back to the Cradle

Chapter 1 - Stranger's Hold

Emmett was at a club with his friends, utterly wasted. He hated the taste of liquor, but the high that followed made it all worth it. Stumbling through the crowd in his haze, he bumped into someone—tall, attractive, and impossible to miss.

"Hey, watch it! You could've—" the stranger began, their tone quickly softening. "Well, what do we have here?" they cooed, a teasing smile on their lips. Despite not knowing their gender, Emmett couldn’t resist flirting back, the alcohol loosening his inhibitions.

Emmett woke up to a pounding headache. His head felt fuzzy, and as he blinked his eyes open, he realized he had no idea where he was. A strange sensation between his legs made him glance down, and his heart skipped a beat.

A diaper?

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelled, scrambling to sit up. His mind raced in panic. What did I get myself into this time?

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the door to the nursery-like room clicked open. Standing in the doorway was the same tall figure from last night, a playful smile spreading across their face.

"Well, hello there, sweetheart~ looks like you're finally awake, princess," they cooed, stepping into the room with a grin that made Emmett's stomach twist.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" Emmett screamed, scrambling to pull himself up in the oversized crib. "Is this some kind of sick kink of yours? You… you PERV!"

The brunette stared at him calmly before letting out a soft chuckle. "Well, that's not a very nice tone, Emmy," they said, stepping closer. "You really shouldn't be using such naughty words in front of mommy now." Their voice dripped with a twisted sweetness, sending a shiver down Emmett's spine.

“The fuck???” Emmett blurted, his panic rising. “Who the hell are you, and why am I dressed like this?!” He tugged at the diaper in disbelief. “And you are not my ‘mommy!’”

The stranger just smiled wider, clearly unfazed by Emmett’s outburst. “Oh, Emmy, you’re such a handful. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon enough.”

They began lowering the crib’s side, effortlessly lifting Emmett into their arms. "I suppose you won't adjust that quickly, so you may call me El for now," they said with a calm smile.

Emmett shot a sharp glare at them. "What kind of name is that? And what are you?"

El raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "It’s short for Eloise, silly. And what’s that second question supposed to mean?" they asked with a mocking lilt in their voice, as if daring him to press further.

Emmett wanted to kick, fight back, anything—but it felt like something was holding him down, trapping him in place. El's presence was so commanding, so overpowering, that he couldn’t do anything except stay still in their arms as they carried him somewhere.

"Y’know, like… what’s in your pants?" he muttered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

El’s smile faltered ever so slightly, and a tense, uncomfortable darkness crept into the air. "That’s a rather rude question, Emmy~" they replied, their voice still sweet but with a sharp edge. "Why do you wanna know, hmm? It’s none of your concern."

"I—well—I mean—” Emmett stammered, struggling to come up with a response, his words tripping over each other.

El chuckled softly, clearly enjoying his flustered state. “Aw, how cute,” they cooed, giving him a playful boop on the nose. “I’ll tell you, since you’re adorable~.”

They gave his diapered crotch a light graze, making Emmett tense up. “Same as you down there, I suppose,” they said casually, “but as for gender? I don’t really identify with anything. Labels just aren’t my thing.” Their tone was airy, but the weight of the moment hung heavily in the air.

Emmett’s mind raced as he processed what El said, but before he could respond, they began walking again, cradling him like a child. The humiliation burned in his chest, but it was like his body refused to fight back.

"Why am I here?" Emmett asked, his voice quieter now, the fight draining out of him.

El smiled, their eyes glinting with amusement. "You’re here because you caught my eye last night, Emmy. You were just too cute to resist. And now…" they trailed off, pushing open a door that led to a room filled with more oversized furniture. “You’re mine, at least for a little while.”

Emmett’s heart pounded. “For a little while?” he echoed, dread creeping into his voice.

El set him down gently on the soft, padded floor. “Don’t worry your little head about that,” they said, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “For now, all you need to do is behave. Maybe then we’ll get along just fine.” Their smile returned, playful yet dangerous.