Chapter #6"Can you play truth or dare with us?" by: Candybear   Still groggily waking up from your surprisingly solid sleep, you peer around you and see the girls all standing around the bed and smiling at you. Then you look up at the colorful scarves tying your wrists off to the tops of the headboard posts! Looking down from there, you realize that your legs are bound in a bent-leg pose by girls shiny belts so that you are unable to extend them, with the backs of your ankles just under your butt in a frog-legged pose not unlike sitting Indian style when were a little kid in 1st grade. When you see that they’ve thoughtfully swaddled you in a thick diaper and rubber undies, you really begin to freak!
“What the hell! No, I can’t play “Truth or Dare” with you and your little friends, Lillian! Now let me go right now and I won’t tell anyone about this. And…we’ll just move on with the rest of the weekend. Okay?”, you try to reason with them, though you shudder in apprehension as you are joined atop the bed by three of the five grinning little brats.
“That’s okay babykins!”, smiles Lillian as she places a silly-looking baby bonnet on your head, “We should probably go over the rules for the weekend with baby first, don’t you think girls?”. The little girls all around you laugh and giggle at your plight. You don’t have a mirror to go by, but you can imagine how you must appear, wiggling around atop the bedsheets in a thick diaper and a silly bonnet
“What?!? No! Let me off of this bed RIGHT NOW!”, you practically scream, even as the girls start having fun with a box that Lillian has produced.
“Now now, babykins! Naughty naughty! You don’t want your sitters to have to spank you, do you?”, laughs Lillian.
“Stop calling me “babykins”, dammit!”, you begin to say. You have a lot more you want to say, but one of the girls crams a big teething ring in your mouth, while another girl gives you a plastic rattle toy to hold on to.
Lillian and her two friends sharing the bed with you are having fun, teasing and tickling you while they talk babytalk at you, giggling the whole time. When you drop the rattle and spit out the teether, they girls give you a spank/pinch that lets you know these brats are playing for real!
Lillian then informs you, “For the rest of the weekend, you will be referred to as Baby, and WE are going to be YOUR Sitters. If you behave yourself and do as your we tell you, we “might” let you crawl around on the floor. If you are a bad baby, there is no reason for us not to let you spend the next two days and nights just like you are right now. Safe and snug in your baby crib!”, and again all the girls laugh at your plight, “With your big diaper and rubber pants, and a rubber liner under your sheets, you can spend the whole time just like this!”
“Now”, continues the little hellion, “Shall we play Truth or Dare? Or does anyone have a different idea?
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