Playmate

Playmate sures sounds more exciting, you think to yourself. "Oh, I'd love to be your playmate," you tell her.

Her face lights up. "Oh, I'm so excited! I've always wanted a playmate. Here, let me get you your milk." She gets down on all fours and crawls to her refrigerator. She opens it up. You peek inside and see everything is on the bottom shelves, and it all appears to be baby food or milk. She takes out a sippy cup full of milk from the fridge and crawls back to you.

"Get down here, John" she commands. You sit down on the floor. She hands you the sippy cup. "Drink up." You go ahead and take a sip. "No, drink all of it, silly!" She pushes the sippy cup up to **** you to drink. The holes are so small on the lid that it takes a while for you to finish. You start to feel the need to urinate. You look around and see two doors in the apartment. One is closed. You assume that is her closet. The other is slightly ajar and you can see a sink.

"Excuse me, I need to use your bathroom," you say, standing up.

"No," Ashley says, pulling your arm towards her on the ground. "You have to crawl. You're my playmate, remember?"

You nod your head and get on all fours. You crawl to the bathroom and push open the door. You see the sink on one side of the bathroom. On the other side, you see a bathtub filled with kids bath toys. You look up and see no shower nozzle. You look for the toilet and - there is no toilet! All you see is a hole in the ground where the toilet should be.

"Wheres your toilet?" You ask.

"Oh, I don't have a toilet, silly," Ashley replies. "I only use diapers."

That crinkling noise you heard in the car. She's wearing a diaper!

"Come on," Ashley says. "I'll put one on you." You do really need to go.

"Okay." You strip off your pants and shoes before Ashley tells you to take off your shirt. She has you lay down on the floor, puts a diaper under your butt and baby powder on you. She straps the tape on. "We need to put some plastic panties on you so you don't leak," she says before putting on some pink plastic panties with a metal chain on top. "Go ahead and sit up and pee pee, John."

This is so weird but you need to go badly. You flood your diaper and watch as it changes color. It feels a lot of heavier, too.
You hear a <clink> behind you.

"Okay, I think I'm done. Can I take this off?" You ask.

"Not just yet," Ashley says. "Let me.see your hands. I want to play a game." You give your hands, which she gently grabs. "Close your eyes." You do as she says. You feel.something soft and rubbery on each hand before you hear two clicks. "Open your eyes."

As you open you eyes, you see two PVC, finger-less mittens on your hands, tightened around the wrist and locked. "What's going on?"

"I just want to make sure you stay my playmate."

You try to grab at your diaper, but it's no use. That chain on top of the plastic panties is connected to a lock. Your diaper isn't going anywhere. Even if there wasn't a lock, you certainly can't grab anything.

Ashley smiles and asks, "What do you want to do now, John? Play dress up or play with toys?"