Becoming a Baby Doll

Chapter 9

I do not want to relate to what happened next. It's one of those things that you want to block out of your memory forever. Basically, I was stuck inside the messy diaper for at least a few hours, and it was not fun. After the extremely long time, I heard Abby come into the room. I heard what seemed to be her crossing over to the dollhouse. "Daisy, where did you go?!" Abby said, starting to panic. I tried to yell to say where I was, but it was muffled again by the pacifier and the diaper I was still stuck in.

"BRANDON, where is my baby dolly?!" Abby yelled and left the room. After a lot of arguing and screaming and yelling outside the door, Abby ran into the room and up close to where I was on the bed. "I'm so sorry Daisy, I'll NEVER let you by Brandon ever again!" She opened the clasps on the diaper, and scrunching her nose in disgust, pulled me out of it. She then threw the rest of the mess in a garbage can.

I was extremely glad of being out of that situation. I never though I would say it, but I'd much rather be with Abby than someone else. "Ewww, you are all messy Daisy! We need to give you a bath." She took me in the palm of her hand to what seemed to be a larger bathroom in the dollhouse than the one by the nursery. This one had a bathtub that looked to be almost my exact size. Before she set me down, she turned me over in her hand and begun to undress me. First went the baby dress and the shoes, then the tights, and then the several pink diapers. Now I was completely naked in her hand. She set me into the pink plastic bathtub and left the side of the dollhouse for a bit.

When she came back, she was carrying a glass of water from who knows where. She poured the water into the tub, giving me an effective mini bathtub treatment. "Time to get you all cleaned up, Daisy." She took out a mini scrub brush from a counter of the bathroom and began to scrub me. She didn't seem to have any consideration for where she scrubbed, giving me a very embarrassing feeling when she vigorously scrubbed certain spots. When she seemed satisfied, she took me out of the tub and set me down on the floor of the bathroom.

"It's time for you to go nighty night, Daisy! Do you need to go potty first?" I tried to say yes, because I had been holding in my bladder the entire day. "You don't? Alright then time for you to go into your crib!" This wasn't going to go well.

Abby took me into "my" room of the dollhouse, and set me on the changing mat. She grabbed a diaper from the heap beside the mat and stuck one on my naked body. Then she grabbed the little blanket out of the crib. She set it on the ground and pushed me onto it. "We better tuck you in so you can be warm!" She began to wrap me up in the blanket, with my arms to my side, just like a newborn baby, ironically. She set me in the crib like that and I found with my new lesser strength and the professional way I was wrapped in the blanket, I couldn't move. This was turning out to be a nightmare.

Abby left from the side of the dollhouse once again and came back with about an inch of tape. "Here's this so your blanky won't come off!" She turned me over and stuck the tape at where the towel ended, securing it in place. I wasn't going to get out of it. "Awwww, you look SO cute, little baby dolly! Laying there all wrapped up with your pacifier and everything! You are the cutest little baby girl ever!" I shuddered with embarrassment from that share of comments from Abby.

With much movement around me and a large snap, the dollhouse was shut and the window above the crib faced the rest of the room again. This time there was no hope of getting out of "my" crib tonight. Not that there was much hope when I wasn't stuck like this.

I realized how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten a thing since I had been stuck in the predicament, and I was feeling the affects right then. Also it wasn't very comfortable having the diaper squished against my skin, because of the baby blanket. This situation that was taking place was messed up, more than I could have thought.

I wriggled and tried to stand up all night, but each time I ended up flat on my face or unable to stand up at all. There was no way I was going to get out of the crib that night. I tried to pretend I was somewhere else, doing something else as well. Reality always came crashing down on me no matter what I did, and the effects hit me drastically.

I woke up on my back, in the same position as the night before. I looked out the plastic window above the crib, and I could see light filtering in through a window in Abby's room. I could still hear faint snoring, which meant Abby was still asleep.

I tried to sit up in the crib normally, but the blanket and the tape were too think together to allow me to do that. The most I could do was roll over, which didn't seem to have any point to it, but I did anyway to give me the though that I was actually trying to do something.

Then it hit me. I was wet. I had wet my diaper again that night. After I realized that, urine was the only thing it seemed I was able to smell, and it was not too pleasant. I knew when Abby found out, that she was going to be ticked off, but there was nothing I could do about it.

As if on cue, I heard Abby wake up and waltz over to the dollhouse and open it up. She promptly took me out of the crib and undid the tape and rolled me out of the blanket. Instantly she seemed to be able to tell I had wet the diaper.

"Ewwww, not again Daisy! I thought you didn't need to go potty last night!" I was getting kind of frustrated at this, because I tried to tell her I DID need to go 'potty', and she just didn't get the hint apparently.

Abby pushed me onto the changing mat, took off my messed diaper and chucked it off somewhere. "You are making me go through a lot of diapers, Daisy. You must go potty more than all the babies in the world!" Oh my heck. This girl has it all wrong there. Just, just no.

"And you ruined a perfectly good crib blanky!" She seemed pissed off now. "It is time for you to get spanked!" Oh crud. No, that wasn't going to happen, no way. I tried to run away but she held me down to the mat and began to smack my bare behind.

Each time she smacked me, it hurt more and more. I tried to scream at her to stop, the pain was unbearable. Eventually I began to scream louder and tears came out of my eyes and I began to cry, and I wouldn't blame myself, the pain was immense. "Awww. Babies that cry need a nice big bottle of milk." I was turned back into my back.

Abby, with one tug ripped off the pacifier, and as I was about to say something, she shoved what to me was a giant bottle of milk. The sippy part barely fit into my mouth, even when it was shoved in it. "Now I want you to drink all of your milk, Daisy." I knew what was going to come next if I didn't, so I began to drink.

Once I was about halfway through the huge bottle, there was no way I was going to be able to drink any more of the stuff, so I stopped sucking on the bottle. "I told you to drink it ALL, Daisy!" I honestly could not fit in another gulp, so once again I sat there in here hand pretending to drink it, but she obviously could tell I wasn't. She reached her giant hand over to my face and effortlessly plugged my nose so I couldn't breath.

I realized what she was doing, and also realized that unless I drank all the milk, I was going to suffocate. I began to drink as hard as I could, even though it hurt really bad since my stomach was completely full already. I still had about a fourth of the bottle, and I still chugged as hard as I could, and I almost blacked out from the pain of drinking it all and of the lack of air.

Right before I almost blacked out, I drank the last sip of milk and got a gasp of air. I laid back in her hand, feeling extremely sick after drinking all of that crap. "There we go, Daisy! That wasn't so hard, was it?" Actually it was very hard, you piece of living crap. I began to feel more and more sick, and I felt it coming before it did.

I threw up all over my body, including the brand new diaper. I felt immensely better immediately, and I expected Abby to be ticked off at this, but to my surprise she wasn't. "Awww, Daisy had a little bit of a baby puke! Silly baby, you need to learn how to eat without baby puking!" That was the dumbest statement ever. Couldn't have been any more irrelevant to what was really going on.

Abby put me down into the baby's bedroom and left to wash her hands, and she didn't come back for a while. When she did, she laid me on the changing mat and put once again, another diaper on my rear. "There we go, little baby! All fixed up again!" I realized that I needed to go to the bathroom. Badly. All the milk that I had been forced to drink before had gone right through me, and it needed to come out.

I began to wiggle around, desperately trying to not use the bathroom into the diaper, because I knew Abby would be extremely ticked off. I kept wiggling for a while, while Abby left the front of the dollhouse and left for somewhere else.

I needed to go to the bathroom, and bad. All in all, it was going to end bad anyway, so I eventually gave up. I realized this is my life now.

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