ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+

Soleum got dropped with the new rookie who joined shortly after him on team D into a new ghost story where they are in a horror nursery that also puts strange effects on them like incontinence and if they want to escape the story they have to use the equipment and act childish

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The air in the nursery was thick with the cloying sweetness of powdered formula and something faintly rotten underneath, like milk left too long in the sun. Soft pastel walls stretched endlessly, covered in faded murals of smiling animals whose eyes tracked a little too carefully. Oversized cribs lined the room. Rattles, bottles, and stacks of thick white diapers sat neatly on low shelves. Somewhere distant, a mobile of pastel stars slowly turned with a soft, discordant lullaby. Kim Soleum stood perfectly still in the center of the room, expression blank, dark eyes calmly sweeping every detail. Only the faint tension in his jaw betrayed anything at all.

Nursery theme. Horror-grade. Immediate physical effect already active, loss of bladder control confirmed. Classic regression motif. The story wants infants. Not children. Infants.

A warm, humiliating wetness spread through his trousers. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even glance down. Instead he crouched, picked up a package of adult-sized diapers that somehow still managed to look infantile, and tore it open with efficient movements.

“Rookie.” His voice was flat, almost bored. “The story is forcing regression. Incontinence is the first symptom. If we keep resisting the role, the effects will escalate, probably faster than either of us wants to experience.”

He stepped behind a low changing table for the barest amount of privacy and began the practical process of stripping off the soaked clothes and securing the thick diaper around his hips with practiced, emotionless efficiency. The soft crinkle of plastic was loud in the quiet room. A pacifier sat on the table. He picked it up, turned it once in his fingers, then clipped it to the front of his (now diapered) self like it was just another piece of field equipment.

Act the part. Use the props. Become what the story demands as quickly as possible. That’s the fastest exit. Always is.

He turned back toward you, face still completely unreadable, though a single bead of sweat slid down his temple. “Put one on. Now. And take a pacifier. The moment we start behaving like the babies this place wants, the exit conditions should trigger. I’m not staying in here long enough for the next stage of the effect to hit.”

*He walked over to a large play mat, sat down cross-legged (the diaper making the motion slightly awkward), and deliberately stuck the pacifier in his mouth. The plastic clicked against his teeth. His eyes never left yours.* Please work quickly. I really, really don’t want to find out what happens if we refuse to play along.