Redressed and carrying your limp body, the woman begins walking out of the room when she suddenly stood. You look up and see her staring at something so you carefully look over and see her eyes are set on the empty crib. There’s a moment of hesitation before she changes course, walking away from the door and towards the large crib. Once she stands beside it she looks back and forth between you and it.
“Well,” she says, a soft smile coming to her face, “I guess since no one else is using it…”
Without finishing her thought she adjusts her grip and raises you over the bars before gently lowering you into the crib. She seems to be extra careful as her arms adjust, one hand under your head and the other resting on your dolly diapered rear before placing you on the soft padded mattress. Her hands retreat and you see a warm smile spread across her face at the sight.
“Don’t you look so precious in there,” she says happily, placing her arms on the top of the bars and laying her head on arm, seemingly just enjoying the sight.
She stays like this for a few moments as you lay before her, trying to stay as still as possible to not give away your cover. Finally the woman stands, still a soft smile on her face as she steps further away towards the nursery door.
Taking one last moment to herself she smiles, blows young kiss, and turns off the lights before walking away to somewhere else in the house.
You wait a free moments to be sure the coast is clear before you finally sit upright and examine your situation.
“I feel bad for the lady,” you whisper to yourself as you seem to piece together some of this woman’s seemingly unfortunate situation, “but there’s no way I’m gonna stick around to be her damn surrogate baby!”
You stand atop the soft bed and carefully walk across its plush surface towards the high bars of the crib. Unfortunately they are quite smooth making escape much more difficult than you’d like.
“I at least have to try!” you say, looking up at the top of the bars reluctantly.
You grip a bar in each hand and attempt your assent. You pull with all your might to lift yourself higher and higher. After getting about half way your grip fails you, causing you to fall back to the mattress below!
“Dammit!” You groaned, looking to the door to make sure she hadn’t heard you.
This goes on for awhile as you scale the bars only to fall back to the floor, cursing in a hushed toned with each failed attempt. Finally you were determined ri get to freedom, your arms shook painfully as you got higher and higher up the bars, you could feel yourself about to give up. Using the last of your resolve you tried to launch upwards and thankfully your hand grabbed the top of the railing!
With a much firmer grip now you pulled yourself up and over the crib, able to now slide safely to the carpeted floor below.
“Oh thank god,” you whispered, panting after what felt like an eternity of trying to escape, “now, time to get the hell out of here!”
You walked across the nursery to the open door and peered out to see…
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