Paranatural Daycare Prison

Have you ever had one of those moments where you walk into a room and forget why you were there?

It's amazing that there has yet to be an official word for it, but Alan has been wracking his brain trying to make one, considering he has become intimately familiar with that feeling ever since he found himself imprisoned in Mrs. Alvarez's classroom.

Alan Brooke walked in for a job interview at an Elementary School as a new teacher. He had just gotten his degree and he had his best suit. He even trimmed his hipster beard into a fashionable goatee. But when he walked through the front doors of the school, everything changed. Literally.

When he walked through the front entrance into the empty building, he was led into the building by the Dean. She showed him around and when she brought him to what he thought would be his classroom, he was instead greeted by a different teacher. She was at least a decade his senior and went by the name of Mrs. Alvarez. She greeted him with a smile and led him in with a hand on his back, and as soon as the Dean closed the door behind him, it was too late.

It was much larger than a regular classroom should have been, the shelves filled with toys and padded floors that resembled jigsaw puzzles. And even though it was the weekend, the room wasn't empty.

It was packed, and not by children.

Alan couldn't help but gawk, for what he saw were over a dozen people dressed like toddlers and babies, but none of them were actual babies.

"Alan! Alan is that you?!"

The voice caught his attention and saw a familiar face. Her name was Jesse. She was a red-head and was a part of his graduating class. She planned on being a Math teacher.

Alan's tongue was a size too big in his mouth at the absurdity of seeing this full-grown woman dressed in a bright pink t-shirt, lying on her back as she was getting changed out of a diaper, her bottom covered in brown muck.

After the person wiping her -- a short, grandmotherly old lady -- taped a new diaper over her and helped her off of the changing table, the freshly diapered Jesse waddled up to Alan and gave him a bear hug that conveyed a mix of desperation and relief to see a familiar face.

"Oh God, Alan! I can't believe they got you too!"

"Got me? What are you talking about? Jesse, what's going on?"

She broke the hug, and it was then did he notice that she wore a necklace with a bright-pink pacifier on it.

"Alan, look at yourself," said Jesse, her tone dripping with contagious caution.

"Look at myself, what are you..."

Alan looked at what he was wearing and realized that he wasn't in the same outfit as he dressed himself earlier.

Instead of a proper black suit with matching shoes and tie fit for an interview, his clothes were replaced with a bright-blue t-shirt that seemed a size too small for him, exposing his belly button. His black dress-shoes were replaced with a white set of tennis shoes that kept itself tied with velcro straps. He wore a pair of denim shorts that fit tight over his waist, and instead of his usual tighty-wighties, plastic frills poked from the rim of his pants.

"What the--"

Alan clutched at his abdomen. His lower stomach gurgled and he felt an intense discomfort. The pressure undid itself into the seat of his pants faster than he could crouch and push as his instincts took control. He felt Jesse put a comforting hand on his back and he pushed hard to empty his bowels.

By the time he was done, the small sense of satisfaction getting rid of the bad stuff in his body was replaced with a stunned horror.

Alan Brooke, College graduate, had just shit his pants. He even peed a little too.

"I know. You get used to it," said Jesse as she got on her knees to meet him at eye level. Alan refused to look into her eyes out of shame.

"Jesse, what's going on?" Asked Alan.

"I don't know," said Jesse. "I came here to start my first class, and suddenly they dressed me like this and I've been stuck here ever since."

"Stuck here? What do you mean stuck--"

"Uh oh," said a third voice. "Did baby make a boom boom?"

He looked up and saw a new woman. She looked about the same age as Alan and Jesse, though she was actually dressed appropriately. In fact, she was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater similar to what the Dean wore. The woman cupped Alan's bottom and gave it a squeeze through his denim shorts. He couldn't feel it, given the mess he had made in it.

"Come on baby boy. Let's get you changed so you could play with your new friend."

She grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the changing table Jesse had just came from. He struggled to stop, but she was much stronger than she looked. In fact, it didn't look like she even noticed his attempts at escaping her.

"Hey, wait, you can't do this!"

She ignored his cries as she unbuttoned and removed his shorts, revealing the yellow-tinted face of Baby-Elmo on his crotch.

That was his first diaper change at Evening View Elementary School, and it wouldn't be his last.

It has been a month since Alan walked into Mrs. Alvarez's classroom, though whether he wanted it to call it a "classroom" or "prison of the damned" depended on his mood.

According to one of their "babysitters" or "teachers" or whatever you called the obviously not-human people that fed them and clothed them and wiped their asses, they are there until "mommy and daddy" comes to pick them up. Alan had a feeling that the "mommy and daddy" they are talking about aren't his actual parents.

He had long since accepted that what happened to him defied rational explanation, though he had yet to decide where exactly he was. Was he dying and this strange Limbo was the result of his brain slowly vegetating? Was he **** by aliens with a loose grasp of human sociology and is being gawked at like a zoo-animal? Was it a trap set by some eldritch horror feeding on our shame?

Speaking of shame, Alan was lying flat on the floor -- dressed in nothing but a yellow sleeveless onsie -- as he felt the diaper underneath grow wet and warm in his loins. He had lost his ability to hold it the moment he walked in there, and after a while it became easier and easier to do his business in his pants. Not that he had a choice.

"We've got another one," said Jesse at the window. She wore a one-piece plaid dress too short to hide her diaper.

The classroom's window had a view of the school's front, so whenever another poor sucker found themselves invited for a job interview or some other falsified reason, only to walk in dressed in an infantilized parody of the clothes they walked in with and pooping themselves like the rest of them.

Alan rolled over and stood up, made harder by the diaper wrapped around his waist, as he joined Jesse and a number of other prisoners to get a look.

It was a man. Mid-height, but a very generic "man's man." He probably thinks he's there to be hired as the new gym coach or something. Poor bastard.