You awaken groggily, with a slight headache, and fuzziness in your mind. Slowly, gradually, the headache begins to subside, and the fuzziness in your mind and eyes, begins to fade. It is then that you start to become aware of your surroundings. You are lying in what appears to be a giant baby cradle. What's more, some sort of strange, bulb-shaped object is stuck in your mouth, and try as you may, you cannot manage to spit it out; it's as if it is stuck to your lips. Trying to get up out of it though, merely causes the cradle to begin rocking, making it even harder to get out.
You finally succeed though, spilling out onto the floor. Getting up onto your feet, your realize, to your shock and surprise, that your waist is wrapped up in a pair of adult diapers, reinforced with packaging tape! To make matter worse, they're soaking wet! Your hands are covered in a pair of thick, satiny, baby mittens. With these on, there's no WAY you'd be able to remove these diapers. What kind of sickos would kidnap a guy and then do THIS to him!??
Looking around you, at your surroundings, you notice a large room, lane out like a basement, and filled with all sorts of baby supplies and accessories. There's a changing table, stocked with both cloth and disposable diapers, rubber pants, along with baby oil, baby lotion, and baby powder. Another area is decked out like a play area, comeplete with toy trains, toy trucks, alphabet blocks, and even a giant rocking horse! Also, along with the cradle you just stumbled out of, you also notice a giant baby crib, with bars all the way around, that reach practically up to the ceiling.
You are really starting to get a sinking feeling in your gut about this entire situation, and you REALLY do not want to find out what kind of creepy sicko set all this up.
Looking around a little more, you notice two possible exits: One is, of course, the door, and the other, is a small window, with bars across it. The bars appear to be old, and thin. Even they are made out of metal, it MIGHT be possible to break through them.
On the other hand, there is a part of you, a very SMALL part, that wants to just lay back down, and hope this was all just a big, bad, twisted nightmare, that you will wake up from in the morning.
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