The Gambler: Chapter 11

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“Almost done, little one,” said the security guard as he lifted up the diaper between Clara’s legs. Time was officially up for Blake and it was now or never to make his choice. This was his last chance to make a break for it before the guard’s attention would be turned on him. However, as much as he didn’t want to stay in diapers any longer, he just wasn’t confident he’d be able to cut and run, even with the high heels removed from his feet.

Inhaling deeply through his nose, Blake had made his decision. As much as he knew he might regret it, it was definitely the least risky option. He was going to stay put and wait to see what this guard had in mind for a reward. Sure, he could ask for a change to be his reward as it was something he desperately wanted, but what if the reward the guard had in mind was something far greater? He didn’t want to show his cards too early now that he actually had some to play with. As humiliating as it was to be this obedient, it was the most neutral choice he could make given the circumstances.

“And there we go! Isn’t that so much better?” asked the guard, pinching Clara’s cute, pudgy cheek lightly before helping her sit up. He smiled lovingly at her as he continued to coo, “Don’t you worry. After I take care of your friend, I’ll help you get back to your crib so you don’t get lost again.” He booped her on the nose, giggling softly.

Clara, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pleased as the security guard was. Blake was the one who was supposed to be in diapers, not her! Folding her arms over her bare chest, she blushed hard as she looked down at herself, clothed only by one incredibly bulky diaper. She was so frustrated that she wanted to cry, but she knew that would only hurt her case instead of help. Sighing heavily, she did her best to calm down, knowing that she’d get out of this mess by tomorrow at the latest. All she had to do was talk to Darla and get this whole mess cleared up. In the meantime, she’d just need to bide her time to try not to make things any worse.

“Okay, little miss, you’ve been such an angel waiting for me while I took care of your little sis over there,” said the guard, boosting Clara down from the changing table and turning his attention to Blake and all of his sissy glory, “What do you say we put your sis to bed so I can properly reward you?” The buff security guard extended his hand to Blake, offering it to him.

Taking the guard’s hand, Blake and Clara were ushered out of the nursery and into a hallway. Blake hated to admit it, but he knew deep down he’d made the right decision. Looking around, he had zero clue where. Had he tried to escape right then and there, he wouldn’t have had a clue where to go. He gripped the hand of the security guard tighter as his anxiety rose. Would he ever be able to free himself from this maze-like facility?

While Blake was in mid-panic attack, Clara was keeping her eyes peeled as she memorized every step they took. Unlike Blake, she wasn’t about to let herself be dragged around willingly. The second that the guard left her on her own, she was going to be on a mad dash toward the exit. She didn’t care if someone was at the door to stop her. She’d find a way past them one way or another.

Descending down a long staircase, the trio soon arrived at the sleeping quarters of the Auction House. Scattered across the warehouse of a room were dozens of rows of cribs, most of them taken up by a resting Baby Slave in training. “Be sure to keep your voice down,” whispered the guard as he began looking around for a vacant crib.

Continuing to collect information, Clara stared at the expansive space, in awe over how huge it was. While she was a bit intimidated by the overwhelming scale of this place, she was pleased if not a little surprised to see that the cribs were completely unattended. Other than herself, Blake, and the guard, everyone else in this room was fast asleep. This situation couldn’t be more perfect.

Arriving at a crib somewhat near the staircase, the security guard quickly lowered the bars of the crib and helped Clara into it. “Perfect, now no more running off tonight, promise?” said the guard, staring down at Clara with a kind, yet authoritative smile.

Begrudgingly, Clara nodded in response. Of course, she was lying, but now that she was so close to being left alone, she’d agree to just about anything.

“Aww, you are acting so sweet now,” said the security guard as he pressed a button on the side of the crib that automatically swung a mobile over Clara’s head, “I promise, you and your big sister can play together all day tomorrow. Sound fun?”

Clara once again nodded as the guard left her bedside. She watched as he lifted Blake up into his arms and carried him away, leaving her all alone. Now unsupervised, she allowed herself to groan and roll her eyes. Being diapered and talked down to like an insolent child was not her idea of a good time. Thankfully, now that she was left alone, all she had to do was retrace her steps and get back to that nursery where her clothes were waiting for her.

Lying her head back on the pillow, Clara felt no sense of urgency now that she was alone. Much like in poker, playing the long game was far more important than rushing to victory and stumbling over yourself. Gazing up at the mobile spinning over her head, she chuckled at the idea that babies, as well as all of these so-called adults, could be taken in by something so simple. It was just a few pieces of colorful plastic attached to some strings, after all.

As Clara continued to stare into the slowly spinning vortex that the mobile was creating, she was blissfully unaware of everything that was happening to her mind. The soft music that played throughout the sleeping quarters suddenly sounded so much louder than it did before. The mattress she was laying on suddenly felt softer and cozier than any she’d ever laid in. Most importantly, the diaper she was wearing suddenly made her feel a bit more secure, giving her comfort that nothing could go wrong while she was inside the safe confines of her crib.

Unable to recall what she’d been so worried about, Clara closed her eyes and allowed the pretty music to take over the forefront of her focus. She didn’t even realize how tired she was before, but now that she was laying in such a comfy bed, it was beyond irresistible. She fully lost consciousness within minutes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

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Hoisted up into the security guard's arms, everything was almost dream-like to Blake. As the pair passed through room after room, his mind could barely comprehend just how massive this facility was. When he was told that Baby Slaves were trained, he always envisioned something closer to a holding area for a few dozen brats. Now that he was seeing it with his own eyes though, this place felt less like a facility and more like a factory designed to churn out adult babies. A ping of anxiety rushed past his heart as he considered how long it would take for this place to make a proper Little out of him. He certainly didn’t want to stay long enough to find out.

Craning his neck up toward the guard, Blake felt an incredible sense of awkwardness, having not said a single word to the man who was carrying him around. It was already weird enough for him to be a grown man in a grown man’s arms, but the silence made it all the more aggravating. “Sooo…what’s your name?” he asked, attempting to break the ice. Maybe if he got on this guard’s good side, he’d help him escape.

Snickering, the security guard responded, “You can call me Mr. Sunny. My full name would be far too much of a mouthful for a bab like you.”

Blake blushed, not enjoying the soft teasing that Mr. Sunny was thrusting upon him. He decided not to continue the light conversation, at least for now. It wasn’t like Mr. Sunny saw him as an adult anyway. Instead, his eyes once again wandered as he continued to be walked into the bowels of the Auction House.

Arriving at a small, pink door, Mr. Sunny unhooked Blake’s arms from around his neck and set him down on the floor. “Head on in for your reward, little one! I’ll be waiting for you when you’re all done so I can help you back to your crib,” he said, giving Blake a light tap on the rear of his diaper.

Blake wasn’t really sure what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. It was so small that the only way to get through was to crawl. It gave him big Alice in Wonderland vibes, and with how emasculated he already felt, he didn’t want to think of himself as the titular heroine. Regardless, it was a chance for him to be on his own again. Sorry, Clara, but you were on your own now. If he was going to escape, he’d have to do it on his own. Reaching for the door, he pushed it open and crawled through, ready to see what this grand reward would entail.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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