Be Careful What You Wish For 02 - Part 2

Jenna was falling.

Had she been falling for hours? Days? Or was it barely a moment? She couldn't be sure.

Such questions were shaken from her as she felt her hands and knees collide with a surface. It appeared her little tumble was over. The woman felt beyond disorientated, but slowly her vision came into something resembling focus. 

Her hands were spread out ahead of her, she had caught herself from face planting - which was something. As she came to, she felt an absence of sensation around her neck - her hair...? She had been styling it as she often did these days, down and straight and yet... there was a tautness to her locks that felt strange. She leaned back off the floor, as an errant hand reached up, expecting to find a clump of her soft hair, but instead found something solid... it had been tied into pigtails?! Her other hand confirmed as much!

Then, something more alarming reached her senses. She had been wearing a loose short sleeved top a moment ago? Why were her sleeves so tight and...

Jenna's eyes travelled downwards, her top was no where to be found! Instead the woman saw draped over her figure was a babydoll style dress drenched in a plaid pattern! Confusion and disarray began to swarm her senses, but that panic became focused to a laser point as she realized there was a slick thickness between her thighs, she shifted on the spot and a loud crinkle almost roared up at her like a monster beneath her bed.

Dread began to drown Jenna as her hands moved in a flurry to lift the skirt up, revealing to her depths of humiliation she hadn't felt before.

A diaper?!

The woman's hands pawed at it, panic and confusion now blaring inside her mind. What the hell was going on!? Why was she wearing some... adult diaper?!

Before Jenna could even process this insanity, more questions sprung to life in her mind, almost trying to distract her from the horror of her attire. Her eyes took in her surroundings.

Where was she? Was it daylight outside? It had been night just moments before!

Before...?

Before! Where was she just a second ago? She had been in her study, working late... and... and a woman had got into her house somehow! Yes... that woman! Who was she?!

Jenna clambered off her knees, her eyes began to register her surrounds more acutely now and... she realized that this room seemed to stretch out around her far more than was normal. No, it wasn't that... Her eyes darted to the floor and saw enormous kid's toys arrayed in front of her. Her body twisted and took in the environment. A changing table. A baby's crib. A chair. 

All of it was huge! This was a giant nursery of some kind...

Jenna's heart quickened, but she tried to calm herself. A difficult task while every movement was punctuated by a terrible crinkling that surrounded her hips. None of this made any sense! 

Oh... of course! None of this did make any sense at all - just like a dream!

The woman felt some of her rising panic blunted. Of course. She had fallen asleep at her desk, dreamt up that weird woman ask something about a wish, and now she was dreaming she was dreaming she was inside some giant nursery...

Right?

That was the only logical explanation...

Her mind was finding what refuge it could from this bizarre turn of events. She tried to ignore the fact that it wasn't like her to fall asleep at her desk, as well as ignoring the fact that she didn't have dreams that felt this... vivid. This potent. This...

...real.

Warily the woman took a few steps towards the giant chair that rested beneath the window. It was huge! This entire room was just enormous.

Jenna prowled closer, aware of how the diaper that clung to her was affecting her stride somewhat. Her hand reached out and stroked the fabric of the chair. She could feel it against her skin, the firmness of the cushion, the sound of her fingers on the faded green material.

It felt real. Too real.

She swallowed nervously. 'Okay Jenna. Time to wake up.'

There was only silence. 

'Wake up-wake up-wake up.' She repeated to herself.

All she heard was the crinkling beneath her humiliating dress.

Another thought began to fester in the woman's mind. This chair. It was huge but... something about its proportions, the stitching; it didn't look... oversized.

What if this chair wasn't big...

What if Jenna was...

She swallowed nervously. Sweat beaded on her brow. Panic swelled in her chest.

This was too much. She needed out of this room. Out of these clothes. Out of here!

Without thinking - thinking had become too overwhelming - the woman fled from the chair and towards the door!