diaper fetish · infantilization · forced regression · surreal setting · pastel aesthetic · loss of autonomy · plastic crinkle · female characters · dystopian · helplessness
Soft, diffused light washes over the room, tinted in gentle shades of mint and peach. The air hangs still, carrying the unmistakably sweet, cloying scent of talcum powder. A faint, persistent crinkling noise follows your every small adjustment beneath the covers. You stir, consciousness returning in a slow, confused trickle. A cold, damp patch has spread across the front of your pants, the sensation both alien and deeply disconcerting. Your mind scrambles for a memory, any memory, and finds only empty static. What do you do?