A Special Place

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A Special Place



Part 1



Mr. Francis Brady was sole owner of a large corporation employing many people.  He had spent a good deal of his life building his company and amassing a fortune relying mostly on the labors of others.  There were more than a few opportunities for Mr. Brady to save a few bucks by firing employees who were either close to a long vacation or even retirement.  Doing this allowed him to sever relations and not be responsible for any financial promises.  The new week started off as many had with an employee not knowing this was going to be their last day on the job.  Today, Mrs. Prescott had her turn.



“Mrs. Prescott,” began Mr. Brady as his faithful secretary of thirty-six years entered his cavernous office. “Come in, come in.”



Judy Prescott smiled as she sat, steno pad in hand, pen at the ready.



“Yes sir?” she said ready to take her usual morning dictation from the old-fashioned Mr. Brady.



“I am afraid I won’t be dictating a letter today,” he said stopping her from writing.



“Sir?”



“I said I am afraid I won’t be dictating a letter today,” he said stopping her from writing.



“The what can I do for you Mr. Brady?” asked Mrs. Prescott in a very businesslike manner.  “Some coffee, perhaps? A pastry”?



“No, no,” he replied, “Uh, no, uh....”



“Sir?”



Brady took a deep breath.



“You’re fired.”



“I’m sorry, sir........,” Judy stammered.  “Did you say.....fired???”



“Have to make some cutbacks, Mrs. Prescott,” he continued.  “Business is down and I need to trim some of the fat from the budget.”



“Fat, sir?” she continued in a confused state. “Fat, sir?”



“Yes, Mrs. Prescott, fat!” he bellowed as he lit a fat cigar and began to fill the room with the usual stench of a lousy and cheap purchase.  “Fat!  Waste!  Excess baggage and the like.  Your salary is one of the highest in the firm.  Highest.  Six weeks vacation, insurance, health benefits - waste, waste, waste.  Now this is nothing personal, it’s just business.  I am afraid your termination is immediate.  Will you need help clearing out your desk?”



“Fired, sir?” she continued softly as the reality of his words hit home and the tears began to flow.  “Fired?”



“Oh, stop crying ya’ big baby,” he bellowed again, “you’ll be showing everyone what a sissy potty pants you are.  It’s just a job!”



And so he went on and on.  Judy was merely another employee company owner Bob Brady left on the heap of countless employees he heartlessly fired just to amuse himself.  It seemed as if he took particular pleasure just before the holidays to make one or more of his employees suffer the pains of unemployment, many of them were those close to retirement.  



“But Mr. Brady,” Judy cried, “I have worked for you for almost thirty-seven years.  Two more months and I would have retired.  How could you do this to me?”



“Nothing personal,” he coldly relied, “it’s just business.  That pension would have cost me an arm and a leg - can’t afford it in these economic times.  Too expensive, too expensive.”



“Just business?” Judy sobbed.  “Just business?  What’s going to happen to me?  Where will I go?”



“I said stop crying ya’ big baby,” he said shuffling papers on his desk, “you’ll land on your feet somewhere.”



“Who’s going to hire an almost sixty-year-old secretary?  And with you firing me, I lose my pension, my insurance, everything.  What about that?”



“What about what?”



“Don’t you feel you owe me anything for my years of loyal service?  Anything?”



“No,” he replied in a manner so cold frost seemed to fill the air.  “I owe you nothing.  It’s not my fault the economy is on a downswing.  You should have planned for this eventuality.  Now, you have taken up enough of my time and quite enough of my patience.  Will you remove yourself from the property or do I need to call security.”



Judy stiffened as if she were going to explode in a rage, but controlled herself in time.  She took out a tissue from her purse, calmly wiped her face, stood up and turned to go.  But before she left the office, she turned back and addressed her former boss one final time.



“You’re a cruel person, Mr. Brady, very cruel,” she began, “and I am sure you have sewn the seeds of your eternity.  I have seen you do the same to countless souls before.  I never thought I would be one of those poor unfortunates.  Never in a million years.  But you’re a cruel man, Mr. Brady.  And justice will prevail, I hope.”



“You finished?” he responded rather sarcastically.  “Happy to get that off your chest?  A temper tantrum, Mrs. Prescott?  Why don’t you just stomp your feet, hold your breath until you turn blue, or why not suc-k your thumb?”



“Just one final thought, sir, and you can take this to your grave.  There’s a special place in hell for you, Mr. Brady, for all of the Mr. Bradys of the world who take pleasure in the suffering of others.  May you find such a place, Mr. Brady.  May justice be granted and may you find yourself in that special hell created just for you.”



“Security?” he asked as he picked up his phone, “could you escort Mrs. Judy Prescott from the building?”



“No need,” she sniffed, “I won’t stay another minute in this, this hellhole!”



With that, she slammed the door behind herself as Brady laughed a somewhat cruel laugh.  He continued to laugh as he strutted around his office almost proud of himself.  He thought once again what a good business person he had been and how he had saved himself thousands in retirement benefits he did not have to pay out.



He continued to strut as he puffed on the cigar and all of a sudden he began to cough.  He coughed and coughed as he struggled to breath.  Realizing his plight, he grabbed his chest as the cough began to worsen.  He pressed the button for his intercom.



“Mrs. Prescott,” he struggled to call out, “I need you..............cough..........I.....cough.......”



There was a thud as Brady fell to the floor and breathed his last.



The next sensation Brady felt was as he awakened on what he thought was some sort of a mattress.  He opened his eyes and struggled to focus.  As his eyes became accustomed to the surroundings, Brady found himself in some sort of a cage.



Before he knew what was happening and without any warning, he found himself releasing his bladder.  It was as if he could not control any part of what was happening.  Then, he realized a warm sensation spreading throughout his groin and rear.  The wet sensation did not stop as Brady realized that for some reason, he was diapered!

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A Special Place - Part 2



Brady was diapered!  He could not believe it!  How did he get diapered and why?  He could not answer the many questions flooding his mind as he continued to wet himself for longer than he had ever remembered urinating.  He did not know why, but was resigned to the fact he was not only diapered, he was wetting himself with no obvious control.



Obviously horrified, he wondered what happened to him.  Had he suffered a stroke?  That must have been it.  A stroke and he was powerless to help or control  himself.  But he was fully aware and he knew of no stroke victims that were fully aware.  He also felt no other pain.



As if suddenly materializing out of thin air he felt something form in his mouth.  He felt it with his tongue.  It was a strange, rubber-like invader attached to something outside his lips.  His mouth worked it and he realized he was suc-king on a pacifier.  If he had a stroke, why would he be suc-king on a pacifier?  What sort of strange therapy was this?  Questions filled his mind, but the more he thought about it, the harder he suc-ked.



As he grew more and more aware of his surroundings, he also saw the walls, ceiling and floor were covered with mirrors.   He could make out the cage was the solitary object in the room and other than himself and the mattress, nothing else existed.  He was surprised, though, that from no visible source, the room was well lit.



He soon felt quite uncomfortable in a wet diaper.  Kneeling up in the cage in an effort to get some relief from the dampness, he soon felt an urge in his bowels and again without any physical warning, he filled the back of the diapers with a large mass from his bowels - larger than any he had ever remembered.  It was as if he kept filling the diaper for what he thought was over a minute.  Disgusted with himself, he sat back down rather hard and fast.  Feeling the mass spread all over his rear, he also began to feel embarrassed by his predicament.



It was then he suddenly noticed he had moved quite easily and surmised no stroke victim could do that.  He reached down to try and remove the diapers.  He tried to pry the plastic pants away from his waist, but found he could not pry the elastic.  It was as if it was permanently attached to his skin.  The same was true of the leg openings.  And the plastic pants seemed to hold more human waste than he had imagined could be produced by anyone in existence.  



As he crawled around the cage, he realized crawling was all he could manage to do.  Standing was impossible and not because of insufficient room.  He just could not muster the strength to rise to his feet.  Additionally, the immense weight of the filled diaper was accompanied by an even greater odor.  Brady was more than embarrassed.  Terror began to take over his brain.  He could not fathom where he was or even why.



He continued crawling around in the cage circling endlessly.  Every time he turned another corner, it seemed that another toy would appear.  First, a couple of large rattles appeared.  One was a simple rattle with a plastic handle and a ball end.  He sat, picked up the rattle and began to shake it.  He picked up the other rattle and as he began to shake that one, he noticed that it was not topped with a ball shaped end, but rather a doll’s head that bore a striking resemblance to himself.



More and more toys began to appear - stuffed animals of many shapes and sizes, blocks of both plastic and wood, some were small and some were large.  There were other toys as well and he began to play with all of them flitting from one to another and never spending more than a few minutes with any one toy, but spending time playing with all of them.



He also began to notice that his groin and rear began to ache and itch from the messy soaked diaper he wore.  He reached down trying to rub himself to ease the pain and itch, but the more he tried to scratch, the more he itched.  He would crawl, play with a toy, scratch himself, crawl, play with a toy, scratch himself, crawl, play with a toy, scratch himself.  It went on for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.  The pain began to get so bad, he began to cry.  Soon, he was wailing like a child.  He could hear himself, but the sound was not that of a grown man.  Rather, it WAS that of a small child.



“Is baby got a pwobwem?” sounded a familiar voice from behind.  



He turned and was shocked at who he saw standing over him.  It was Mrs. Prescott, her arms crossed tapping her foot looking very cross.

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A Special Place - Part 3



“You haven’t even been here long enough to change,” Mrs. Prescott scolded.  “You sure smell bad enough, though!”



Brady looked at her in total shock.  What was SHE doing here?  And why?  He tried to say something to her, but the pacifier seemed to inflate in his mouth as he tried.  All attempts to spit it out were met with an ever tightening  grip that pacifier had in his mouth almost gagging him in the process.  All he could manage was more tears and a muffled cry.



“Very well,” Mrs. Prescott relented, “if changies is what baby wants, changies is what baby gets!”



Things began to happen quickly and in flashes.  Brady was soon on his back and on some sort of table, like a doctor’s examination table, with his feet suspended in stirrups.  Mrs. Prescott was suddenly dressed in some sort of examination gown, surgical mask, and wearing rubber gloves on her hands.  She reached down and Brady could feel her expertly and easily removing the plastic pants.  Brady could not figure out how she did this as he couldn’t  even get his fingers inside the waist band or leg holes.  What was stranger was that he never noticed side snaps, so how could she get them off.  Nevertheless, she somehow removed them and deposited them on the floor.



She quickly unpinned the diapers, removed them and unceremoniously dumped them on the floor next to the table alongside the plastic pants.  Then, bending down, she momentarily disappeared out of sight below the end of the table.  Brady could only hear noises, but could not figure out what the noises were.  Mrs. Prescott soon was visible and this time, she help a garden hose with a sprayer nozzle at the end.  She twisted the end of the nozzle releasing a stream of high-pressured, ice-cold water aimed precisely at Brady’s groin.  Screaming from a combination of pressure and cold, Brady could do nothing to escape the cleansing.   It took several minutes, but soon Brady was thoroughly clean and thoroughly frigid from the ordeal.



Brady could only cry from the experience.  As he lay on the table, Mrs. Prescott took a large and somewhat rough surface bath towel and dried him off.  Brady was suddenly face down on the table with hi bare naked bottom elevated and fully exposed.  He felt Mrs. Prescott spreading his butt cheeks and he heard the telltale sound of some lubricant being squeezed out of a tube and onto Mrs. Prescott’s gloved hands.  She inserted her fingers again and again into his anal opening thoroughly greasing it for the next step, although he could not know what that would be.



“Time to take baby’s temperature,” she cooed.



She walked around to the from of the table and held up the thermometer for Brady to see.  It was the largest thermometer he had ever seen.  He began to squirm and shudder in fear as he realized that thing would soon be inserted into his waiting, puckering ass.  



Mrs. Prescott walked to the back of the table, and slowly, ever so slowly, began to force his cheeks apart with the bulb end of the thermometer.  Brady began to whimper and then cry as she forced in towards the opening.  She pushed and pushed as Brady cried and then even screamed.  The pain of the invading thing spread his opening more and more when at last, it slid past his sphincter.  Mrs. Prescott then held it there for what Brady felt was an hour or more when in truth it was only fifteen minutes.  When she eventually withdrew it, Brady finally could relax.  Mrs. Prescott took a clipboard, noted the temperature, and hung it back at the end of the table.



Brady was suddenly on his back, spread as before. Mrs. Prescott slid a fresh set of thick, cloth diapers under his rear.  She then sprinkled a large amount of powder all over his groin, but did not rub it down.  Brady then felt the new set of diapers being pinned on and he could hear new plastic pants being snapped on.  Soon, he was back on the floor of the cage crawling around, this time with no control or direction to his actions.  He was just crawling around in large circles.  He could hear rustling of the plastic pants, but felt new sensations as well.  This time, he wore some sort of outfit to accompany the diapers.



He continued to crawl and as he did, he looked in the mirrors surrounding his cage.  As if in a dream, the bars disappeared leaving only a room full of mirrors on all six sides.  There was not even a mattress in the room.  He saw himself full in the mirrors and was frightened by his reflection.  He wore a pink dress, full of lots of rows of white lace, very puffy sleeves, and a big pink ribbon about the waist ending in a large bow tied in the back.  As he continued to crawl, he noticed his rear from under the dress.  He also wore matching rhumba panties full of rows of matching white lace.  He then saw his hair and quite strange for a balding man,  now had a full head of long hair.  But this hair was blond colored and set in ringlets that flowed all around his face ending by being dressed up with pigtails that were tied up high with matching pink ribbon bows.



Just then, a even more frightening thing happened.  Brady once again began to wet himself uncontrollably.  He soon filled his diaper with another large mass from his bowels.  How could this happen, he wondered.  He just got a change of diapers.  How could he have wet and messed so much and so soon?  Even a baby has some dry and unmessy time between changes.  Brady feared that this all happened too quickly and something was wrong.  Very wrong!  



Soon, a different set of toys appeared.  This time, the toys were quite feminine in nature - dolls or all kinds and sizes, more stuffed animals this time in pastel colors, tea party sets and many other items.  Brady had urges to play with all of them and did.  He even found himself pretending to play with the stuffed animals and dolls as guests at a tea party, but could not figure out why he was doing what he was doing.  He knew full well, he was not a little girl, or even a baby.  He was a full grown man, but was dressed as a little girl baby, wetting and messing his diapers like any baby would.  And he played with the infantile toys as if he enjoyed playing with infantile toys.  



As he played and played with his new toys, he became aware of a sense of dread - as if someone were watching him.  He looked up to see the walls, ceiling and floor all had changed to clear glass.  On the other side of the glass were many faces, all watching Brady with intense curiosity and glee.  Most of the faces were laughing, seemingly enjoying Brady’s predicament.  As he looked around, Brady could recognize the faces of employees whose lives he had destroyed over the years.  All of them were enjoying watching his current display.



“Quite an enjoyable spectacle,” someone stated.  “You’re going to fit right in here.”



Brady stopped playing as he heard the voice and wheeled around to see a man dressed all in white and smoking a large cigar,



“Quite nice,” he continued.  “Quite nice, indeed.  Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Brady?”

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A Special Place - Part 4



Brady, now very frightened, looked up at the man in white with very wide eyes.  Where did he come from and what was going on?  



“Ah,” began the man in white, “a few introductions are in order.  I’ll bet you are quite confused and in need of some sort of explanation.”



“My name is Snide.  Mr. Snide, if you please - formalities, you know.  I am, well, for lack of a better description, caretaker of this place.”



Brady began to try to say something, but was still muffled by the pacifier.



“Oh, my sincere apologies,” said Snide as he waved his hand.



Brady began to cough as the pacifier simply disappeared from his mouth.  It took a few seconds, but eventually, Brady had enough strength to say a few words.  



“Where m I?” Brady began.  “Who are you?  Where did Prescott run off to?  What right do you have to hold me here prisoner, dressing me in diapers and sissy outfits?  I’ll sue!  I’ll call the police!  My attorney is going to have a field day with you....mmmphff....”



The pacifier magically appeared back in his mouth as Snide waved his hand, effectively muzzling Brady.



“You really are an arrogant one, aren’t you?” Snide calmly said as he bent down to look right into Brady’s face.



“Where you are is in a world of your own making.  A personal space.  A ‘special’ place.  And as for your lawyer - shall we say he will be joining us soon, I am told.”



Snide began to walk around the room as if he were conducting a tour waving his hands dramatically.  Brady followed him with his eyes trying to say something - anything - but the pacifier continued to muffle all attempts



“This, this place, has been created just for you - and only you - and we’ll care for you quite closely and carefully.”



“Ah.  Why, you might ask, has this place and this treatment been prepared especially for you?  This is your reward - your destiny.  This is the kind of place for creatures such as yourself.”



Snide waved his hand again and a large folder appeared in his hand.  He opened and began to look over the contained pages in a most admiring way.  Then he smiled.



“You have quite an amazing record.  Lives destroyed.  Lives turned to crime and hopelessness because you left others no choice.  Suicide.  Murder.  Robbery.  Drugs.  Yes - you have helped us quite a bit.”



Brady looked as puzzled as he had ever been.



“Us? “ said Snide snapping the folder closed.  “For lack of a better description, most call this - hell.  We don’t use the word, but it fits.”



Brady’s eyes widened in terror as the realization began to set in.



“Yes, Brady, I am afraid you are, indeed, dead.  Heart attack.  You should have given up those cigars, the scotch, the high cholesterol meals, the high living you earned off of the sweat of others.  Yes, sir, dead!  As a doornail.”



Brady tried to stand and run, but all he could manage was to try crawl away.  He couldn’t go far, though.  Snide laughed.  As Brady turned to look back, Snide suddenly began to change.  His whole body took on a red glow.  Horns began to grow out of his head.  His hands turned into birdlike talons.  A tail emerged from his backside and he appeared so much taller and far more menacing.



“Better?”  Snide echoed with a sound from deep within.  “Can you understand this?”



Snide suddenly appeared as before in his white outfit.



“Most people have imagined that, but that’s not us.  We’re not foul creatures like that.”



Brady began to wet himself out of fear.  He also began to pulsate on the pacifier as he suc-ked feverishly.



“Now - this will be your place.  Right here.  A baby to serve the needs of others.  You will stay wet and messy.  You will want only for the care from others.  Eventually, you’ll just accept your fate and realize you have no choice.  As for your caregivers, these people who will take care of you are not real, but their souls need nourishment and taking care of you will slake their thirsts.   I added their form, like Prescott, as kind of an inside joke.  Amusing, don’t you think?  You will be as you have experienced so far - forever.”



Brady realized all too well his new fate and began to cry.



“Oh, don’t be such a cry baby.  It’s just a job.”



Brady now wept uncontrollably.  Snide smiled and whispered in close.



“I’ll tell you a secret - there’s a room in heaven just like this one.  Seriously - same exact room.  Only this is heaven to someone else.”



Snide stood tall as Brady found himself on the examination table being hosed off by ice water again.



“See you ‘round the playgrounds,” Snide said as he disappeared.



Brady continued to scream from the icy pain and the realization of his fate towards infinity.



THE END ???