Story #58: Trapped Inside the Dollhouse

Story #58: Trapped Inside the Dollhouse (Content Tags: Diapers, messing, humiliation, micro/macro, surrealistic/supernatural, reality alteration) Noah didn't like his new neighbors, not really. He'd originally been eager at the possibility of making new friends in the neighborhood, but that had led to a sore disappointment when he'd come to find out that the family's two kids weren't exactly options. One was a little girl, and the other was a toddler still in diapers. They were hardly options for an older boy like him to befriend and actually have fun with. That didn't mean that there wasn't an attempt for civility though; even if he had no interest in playing with them, he could still politely decline their own invitations. At least that's what he'd stupidly thought. The girl was maybe six or seven, and her name was Molly. The little boy, two or three, was named Doug. The boy seemed nice enough, but the girl was a bossy little terror, and she always gave Noah a wicked look for turning down the stupid stuff she wanted him to do with her, like tea parties or playing dress up. Noah was nearly graduated from middle school now, so he couldn't really be expected to go along with such silly, childish little games like that! He was always nice about it, but that didn't seem to matter to Molly. It was even more trouble once Noah's parents volunteered him to play babysitter for the new family on occasion. They told him he was old enough to be learning some responsibility and making some spending money for himself, and that this would be a perfect way to do so. Noah wasn't the biggest fan of a job like that. He had a weak stomach, so Doug's dirty diapers were a disgusting chore, and Molly seemed to resent the fact that Noah was officially 'in charge' in her parent's stead. On the plus side for the two kids, Noah at least had to play with them now, on some level. Molly kept wanting to play 'house', but Noah still firmly shot *that* down and offered instead to play less imaginative games, like 'Go Fish' or 'Twister'. The girl would huff and sulk and go off to her room to play alone with her dolls instead. Noah considered that a win, because Molly was kind of creepy and Doug could easily be subdued by some cartoons and juice, while Noah played on his phone. Not too much later, Molly came back down and insisted that Noah had to come see her doll house; Noah looked a little irritated at the request, since he'd told the girl, in no uncertain terms, that he had no interest in playing dolls. "Just come *see*." She coaxed, tugging on his sleeve incessantly. Noah rolled his eyes and followed her back to her room, with Doug following behind the pair. He was pretty sure she was just trying to make him play, which he still didn't plan to do, but he also didn't want to hear her whine any further. The inside of her room was just how he expected from how old she was; everything was bathed in pink, plushies littered every corner of the room, and a large ornate doll house sat surrounded by little dolls that could be put inside. She even had tubs of accessories and furniture, so that she could customize it all to an unnecessarily particular degree. "..Uh, wow. Very, umm...Pink." Noah awkwardly muttered as they came to a stop and he had a chance to look around the room. "Unicorns, butterflies, and a whole lot of 'Disney Princess' merch. Real cool...Is this what you wanted to show me?" She shook her head, "No, the dollhouse! Don't you like it? You should try opening it up." Noah sighed and got down onto his knees in front of the dollhouse; unlike the rest of the girl's room, it looked older and handmade, likely a family heirloom of sorts. He was delicate with it, unlatching the side and pulling back a wall to see what was inside. It looked pretty normal, and the level of detail was extremely impressive! Then he noticed how familiar the layout looked, it reminded him a lot of his own house, just next door. Then again, this house was pretty similar to that too, so maybe it wasn't actually old? Maybe her father built it when they moved in? "..Uh, looks a lot like...My house, and your house too, I guess." He commented, looking back at Molly. The girl smiled in return, "Keep lookin' Noah! There's more." Her glee barely hid an excitable malice that made Noah feel nervous. He bit his lip and turned back to the dollhouse, now looking to see what dolls were kept inside. There was one that looked a lot like Molly, then a little one in a diaper that looked a lot like Doug, and finally... Was that supposed to be *him*? He stared at the doll, which was taller than the other two; its hair color and style, eye color...It all looked completely like him. The doll even wore a shirt that was the same color as his own, but...No pants, just another diaper, like the one Doug's doll had. "Uh...Why's the bigger one have a diaper too, Molly? That's kind of weird. It also kind of, uh...Looks like me?" Molly giggled and nodded her head, her pigtails bouncing up and down. "Yup! That's you, me, and Doug!" Well, that confirmed one thing at least. "And why am I in a diaper? That doesn't really make any sense." He again questioned more tersely. The girl stuck out her tongue, "Boys are gross and stinky and dumb. So they hafta wear diapers." Noah blushed at the raw immaturity of her misandry, but didn't really know how to respond to it in any serious way. Considering her age, he knew she must think of the boys in her class that way, especially since little boys at that age were hardly all that different than Doug here. "Uh...Okay, well, I don't wear them, obviously...But, I guess the dolls are pretty cool otherwise." He reached in and grabbed the one that looked like him. "...And now you have a little Noah doll of your own, so you don't have to bug me to play with you!" Noah felt an odd jolt and nearly dropped the doll, "Ouch, must be some static.." He quickly put the doll back into place and rubbed his fingers. He gave an unceremonious 'thanks' for the demonstration and took Doug with him back downstairs for a much needed diaper change, figuring it was over. The last thing he heard from her was a grumble about how Noah would rather play with a baby like Doug, then a big girl like her. When his job was done and he was finally back home in bed for the night, he still couldn't get the image of that doll out of his head, nor the sinister visage of that little brat. His dreams were bizarre that night, perhaps reflecting his anxieties, or maybe there was something more at work? He found himself in the dollhouse, the very same that he'd seen earlier that day, with all the faux furnishings and intricate details. Looking down at himself, he'd become the very doll that he'd criticized. Not just the fact that he was in a diaper, which he very much was, but he was an unholy amalgamation of stitched cloth, plastic, and cottony fluff. He had little time to react before the wall of the dollhouse started to come open. On the other side was the horrific sight of Molly, except she looked the size of Godzilla. That terrifying smile was still there, like a child about to tear the wings off a dragonfly. Noah tried to run, but a massive hand came down and grabbed a hold of him, clutching him tightly within its grasp. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. The girl laughed and patted his head, beginning to walk away from the dollhouse. "I knew you'd play with me, Noah. I always get what I want! Now you're my dolly forever, and we're gonna have *so* much **fun** together!" He silently looked up at the giant girl, his face showing fear, but his vocal chords seemingly nonexistent. She reached down with her other hand and pulled something on his back; it was a string! Just like that, his voice came to life, but it wasn't the words he wanted to say. "I'm a dumb, stinky boy! I like to poopie in my diapers like a big baby! I love playing with Molly!" She laughed as the string reached the end of its soundbite, "That's not what you said earlier, dolly! You said you didn't wear diapers, and that you didn't want to play with me...And then you decided to play with my baby brother instead." She began to carry him off, "So let's see if you still like playing with Doug more." Noah didn't like the sound of that at all, not that he could vocalize any rejection of it. He didn't even see Doug until he was being lowered right next to the sleeping boy. "Have fun, dolly. I know how much more you like to play with Doug." The giant girl wandered back off, leaving the shrunken Noah next to a massive snoozing toddler. Noah began to climb the tot, taking caution to avoid the boy's diaper, since he was well aware of Doug's propensity to offload cargo in his sleep. As he reached the top of the mountain, the ground beneath his feet began to shake, and he heard a deafening yawn. Doug suddenly turned over and bucked Noah off of his back, causing the doll to land onto the sheets below. Then, before Noah could shake the drop, he saw above him was the gargantuan white bulk of Doug's diaper. Seeing it from this size was a sight to behold, but not in a pleasant way, especially as a thunderous crash sputtered throughout the valley of cloth. Noah could see the garment visible vibrate and shake, violent tremors from the putrid winds that were blowing. He heard the crinkling before he saw the mounds rising from the white plains, and his eyes widened in terror as he recognized what those massive lumps meant. Noah tried to crawl away, but he was unable to get away in time, before the giant diapered rump crashed down to the earth below and pinned Noah with its immense, squishing grandeur. He at least didn't feel pain, stuck beneath what felt like a million pounds of dirty diaper, but he could smell nothing else and it was pressing down against every inch of his woven body. To make matters worse, he continued to feel more rumbling from the warm, crushing ceiling above. After an eternity, the suffering ended, and the little boy stirred for real. He began to get up as he awoke, freeing Noah from a smelly hell, but that didn't mean the doll would get any reprieve. "..Hehe, dolly!" Again, a giant hand came down and grabbed a hold of the dazed teen. Noah began to rise up, and he felt fear well up as he thought that the drooly tot was going to stick him in his mouth; that fear was supplanted by a much greater one as the hand began to take him lower and toward the back of the still-steaming diaper. He still couldn't scream, and he couldn't move, but there were other ways he could still react. The back of the doll's diaper rapidly began to fill with stuffing while within Doug's grasp, a testament to how shaken he was at the idea of being stuffed into Doug's dirty diaper. Noah woke up in a cold sweat. The dream had felt so real...He groaned and rubbed his eyes, his nose starting to wrinkle; was that just the remnant of what he'd smelled in the dream? Noah sat up and felt something warm squish underneath his buttcheeks. He went pale. He couldn't have seriously done *that*, right? Anxiously he tore off his blanket and saw something even more unexpected. He was wearing a diaper, just like in the dream, just like the doll. It was also packed with his own droppings, just like the dream too. His mind whirled, but before he could think any further, his door opened and his mother came in to greet him good morning. "Smells like you had a very stinky night, mister!" "M-mom, I don't know why I'm wearing this, really!" "Your diapers? You've always worn diapers! You're just my dumb, stinky boy after all." Reality was wrong. His mother didn't notice it, but Noah couldn't think of anything else. Throughout the humiliation of a diaper change, he only had one thing to point at: Molly. After a profoundly awkward breakfast, and a diaper check from mom, he went out and found himself ringing the bell at Molly's house. The girl's father answered the door and Noah made some excuse about leaving something last night. The girl's father said nothing, but gave a weak smile and an almost pitying look. Noah came in and saw Doug sitting in front of the TV, wearing little more than a bulging, poop-stained pair of Huggies and a vacant smile. He would have said hello, but he couldn't look at Doug the same after the dream he'd had last night. So he quietly went up the stairs without a word, and soon he found himself in front of Molly's door. Noah gulped and reached for the doorknob. Molly was on the other side, sitting in front of the dollhouse that he'd gotten a personal tour of. Noah didn't get a chance to ask any questions before the girl spoke up. "I knew you'd come, Noah! Are you here to play?" "...No, I..." "Or did you want to play with *Doug* again?" Silence swept across the room. If he'd had any doubts about Molly's involvement in this weirdness before, they were all but erased by now. "Well? Do I need to pull your string?" "...No. How...Uh, how did you do, umm, *this*?" He finally asked, his voice meek and anxious. "That was just a dream, but, then I woke up, and..." "You had a diapee on, just like all icky boys are supposta wear. What's a baby doll without a diaper?" Noah felt faint. How was any of this possible? He just stared at her with confusion in his eyes, which prompted her to continue: "You're part of my dollhouse now, Noah. We're gonna play lots." The dream had just been a symbolic prelude to the grim truth. The dollhouse wasn't just the dinky structure in front of her, no. The dollhouse encompassed the whole of his existence; the whole world, his world, was just a big dollhouse, and Molly was on the outside looking in. He stood there, abject horror engulfing his every nerve, sending a chill down his spine. It was enough to make him void his bowels with a resounding squelch inside the backside of his new diaper. He didn't even notice that he'd just pooped himself so casually in front of the girl, he was reeling too hard. "Sit down, Noah. We're going to finally play! Now, should we have a tea party or play dress up? Or maybe play house?" Noah's knees buckled and he slid to the floor, sitting flat on his diapered butt with a disgusting sounding squish. He now understood the look of sympathy that Molly's father had given him, and he wondered if it was coincidence that they'd recently moved here. The world was one giant fatalistic dollhouse, and he was but a doll to be tossed about.