BoTox

No rush. Your health is worth more than anything.

I've written several stories with diapered maids in them. I can't name them all but they are not free at the moment. They are on Amazon. Definitely some in the Ingrid series though not that heavily and the last book the Thin Walls trilogy, which is a crossover from Ingrid, has several diapered maids.

I was shooting for a happy ending. I could have made it longer but I've been busy and was running out of time. Yes, that's how genies get you and I wanted there to be consequences to poor wording choices. Things they can see in retrospect but didn't dawn on them when they were saying it.

Chapter 9 That was our first full day together. I was content to let Judy steer the life we were building together. She was a natural at it. She moved into my place a week later and we’ve been together ever since. I’ve put on a few pounds, though. She feeds me constantly. Judy hand-feeds me almost every meal and forces me to eat everything on my plate or else. The “or else” is to leave me in a diaper I can’t remove until she feels like I’ve done my penance. I usually don’t mind being left in a diaper unless I am about to do more than soak my diaper. She has, unfortunately, left me with no other option but to mess my diaper a number of times. I’m kind of used to it by now. She stuffs me with food and her mother’s milk that I’m constantly wet and average two to three bowel movements a day. More than once she has returned from work to find me stuck in a nasty diaper. Cleaning them doesn’t seem to bother her. She smiles like she expected it. After all, I make her orgasm until she is too weak to remember anything else. I had hoped she would grow tired of the prostate milking but she has only grown more adventurous in ways to violate me. Judy can’t get enough of my limp, slow-motion ejaculations. It isn’t my favorite thing but I know we are going to go at it like rabbits a little while after. Judy has tried some of her other kinky ideas on me from time to time. Of late, she likes to use a strap-on dildo to stimulate my prostate. I’m not fond of it but it makes her happy. I’d rather pleasure her orally if I had my choice but I never do. It is always her choice. I’m fine with it. A few times she has given me enemas when I’ve not had a bowel movement that day. She is very thorough and loving when she does fill my bottom with hot, soapy water. Those always bring about huge relief when she allows me to empty into the toilet. Judy is definitely the one in charge of this relationship. It takes a lot of stress off of me which makes me uncomfortable. I definitely enjoy being able to live without the anxiety of making a decision. I’d never admitted it to Judy but I think I’m now bladder incontinent. I’ve been in diapers 24/7 since we first met. It is convenient that I will never run out of diapers since I’ll never be out of diapers. About a year into our relationship, we got into a slight disagreement over something, I think I forgot to put a new roll of toilet paper in the holder. At that, she threatened to give me an enema and put me in a diaper for the next few hours. Thankfully, I never pushed her enough for her to carry through on the threat. We’ve been happily together now for 15 years. Married for 12 of those years. That’s my story and I’ve got to go, Judy’s breasts are calling and my prostate needs relief. It’s time we both get milked. Remember, you can’t trust a genie but if you are careful, things might work out in an amazing way. The End

Chapter 7 “Now, your turn,” I said, “What did you wish for?” She started to blush, “I can be a bit overbearing, bossy even and relationships haven’t really worked out for me so I wished for someone compliant that would love me anyway, despite what my kinky mind might lead us into.” “I can live with that. It has worked out well so far,” I said. “For my second wish,” she said, “I was flat-chested before. I wished for a big, full set of breasts like my sister had when she was pregnant. Unfortunately, she gave me big, milk-filled boobs. I have to wear bras with soaker pads in them because I’m leaking all the time.” “That explains the milk,” I said, “and your third wish?” She blushed, even more, this time, “I’m ashamed to say it but I wished to have someone make me orgasm until I collapse.” “OH, that was why you didn’t want me to stop,” I said. “It’s worse than that,” she said, “I can’t, uhm, stimulate myself, no matter how much I tried. In the three days before we met, I hadn’t had a single O.” I patted her hand, “I’m glad I could be of assistance.” She looked at me, “What a pair we make.” “Indeed!” I said, “I think things will work out for us. You aren’t freaked out about my diapers and I’m not bothered by taking your milk. That’s not so bad.” Judy looked at me, “Did I mention I have a few kinks that might, how do I say this, turn you off and on at the same time?” My eyes widen and I asked, “The genies put us together. What are you talking about?” “Well, you see,” she started, “I like to watch a guy’s member drip his juices.” “Like precum?” I asked. She smiled, “I like to cause it. I want to do it as a prelude to sex. It makes a guy last longer. I’ll show this later if you want but you will let me finish the process.” “We will be consummating our relationship afterward?” I questioned, “If so, count me in.” Since it was the weekend and neither of us had anything planned, we sat around my place and learned a bit more about each other. As it turned out, she’d heard of a diaper fetish but never knew anyone that practiced it. She found it fascinating. I discovered Judy was into many eclectic things, some sexy, some artistic and a few scary. Her sexy interests included corsets, garters and stockings. Her artistic ones were erotic photography and painting. One of the scary ones was this process of causing a guy to dribble his precum. It was lunchtime and Judy volunteered to make something. She pulled everything she needed from the cupboard that would never be empty. I think she fixed spaghetti with garlic toast and a green salad. She made a big deal out of feeding me like a child. If I suckled her breast, she gave me a kiss and a sip of a caipirinha. I was getting pretty full but she kept feeding me more spaghetti until I couldn’t swallow another bite. “Please drink a little more milk for me,” she begged, “My breasts are so full and it feels good when you take it.” My mouth was still full but I shook my head in agreement as she guided me to an exposed nipple. I absentmindedly nursed. I was on autopilot. I didn’t notice when she switched breasts and I kept going. I could feel my bladder growing fuller as I reclined against Judy, lapping up her milk. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I remembered was her patting my soggy diaper. I’d wet myself again without recollection. I slept like a baby until late into the afternoon. Chapter 8 When I woke up, my head was still resting in Judy’s lap. It was a wonderful feeling to be able to be myself around her. No worrying someone would discover my diapers and use them against me or humiliate me. “Welcome back, sleepyhead,” she smiled, “I think it is time you got that diaper changed. I’ll be right back.” She returned with a clean diaper, wipes and a smile on her face. Did she like changing diapers? Had I really hit the jackpot? We haven’t even been on an actual date and I was already telling her my darkest secrets. “What are you thinking?” I asked her. “Oh, I was considering that we’ve spent less than 24 hours together and we are getting along great,” she said. I smiled back at her, “I was thinking along those same lines.” “Well, this might be the test,” she said, “Time for you to experience something that really turns me on.” I wasn’t sure if I was ready but I had to give it a try for her. She’d already changed my diaper so she was someone I could trust. She positioned me on the couch and undid my soggy diaper. After a thorough cleaning, she slipped the fresh diaper under me. “OK, take a deep breath and relax,” she said. I swear I tried my best but nobody has ever slipped a finger up my butt! It went in so easily that I was caught off guard. She explained that she was massaging my prostate with her finger from the inside and her thumb from the outside. It felt nice once the surprise of it all settled down. In no time, my limp member was dribbling lots of fluid. I would have thought I’d have to be highly aroused for that to happen but she managed to force it out of me with ease. After a bit more I could feel that familiar urge but my manhood was still flaccid. Judy’s hand worked harder and faster, a finger in my rear and her thumb just behind my balls. She used her other hand to pull my sack, gently squeezing my testicles. It happened, I had a limp orgasm. My semen pulsed out of me with the least force I’d ever felt. She continued for another minute, extracting every last drop from me. I was exhausted but happy that I could do that for her. She extracted her finger from my bum and taped my diaper up. I exhaled and smiled. “And that makes you happy?” I asked. She replied, “Exceedingly. When we make love when you’ve recovered a bit, you’ll see that this is worth it.” “I can’t wait!” I said, tired and spent though I did little on my own. She pulled me toward her and released a nipple. I tried to beg off saying I was still full from lunch but she wouldn’t hear of it. Her breasts hurt and it was my turn to give her some relief. I obliged by drinking as much as I could swallow. Before switching breasts, I had to relieve myself into my diaper. She noticed and patted my diaper playfully. I was stuck in diapers, unable to remove them myself and I didn’t mind as long as I had Judy by my side. The sun was going down and she thought I’d had enough time to recover from the earlier exercise. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I pulled back the cover and watched her wiggle out of her jeans. She had a gorgeous ass. Those beautiful tits flashed at me as she removed her top and bra. I was one lucky man to have her in my bed. She reclined on the bed, patting the spot next to her. I kicked off my pants and pulled off my shirt before crawling in next to her. I waited for her to open my diaper. I already knew it was useless for me to try. I was not worthy. She pulled the tabs and folded the front down as she straddled me. She liked being in charge and so did I. She leaned down and kissed me as she backed onto my throbbing eagerness. We meshed together in an electric embrace. I instinctively became sucking her nipples while she controlled the depth and rhythm of our love-making. I felt her speed up and clench numerous times. I was amazed that I held on to my own orgasm after such furious actions. As she fell onto my chest, she quivered one last time, finally sending me over the edge. I released her nipple and kissed her on the lips for the longest time. From first meeting to soulmates in less than 24 hours. That escalated quickly.

Chapter 6 When I woke, the diaper I didn’t usually wear to bed was soaked. On top of that, my head was pounding and the light hurt my eyes. Judy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I started to question my sanity. Had it all been a wonderfully crazy dream? I didn’t have time to delve into it before Judy entered the room with something for my headache. She handed me two capsules but nothing to drink. Instead, she opened her top and placed her left nipple within easy reach. I was in no mood to fight it and accepted the breast. Again, I was rewarded with a gush of milk. When I had suckled for some time, I drifted back to sleep. By the time I’d awakened, it was almost 10AM. I’d slept half the morning away but my head wasn’t hurting me. My diaper was very heavy. I rose and went to the bathroom. To my surprise, I couldn’t remove the diaper and it wasn’t for lack of trying. It was stuck like glue. Worse, I needed to do the thing I never did in diapers. My tummy was grumbling but the darned diaper wouldn’t budge. I pulled on a shirt and some loose pants before walking out of the bedroom. There was a note on the fridge from Judy. She had gone for a walk and would be back shortly. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and had a late breakfast. I was starving. There was little else I could at this point. When Judy returned, she pulled up the chair across from me and said, “I think I should tell you about my three wishes and you should tell me about yours.” Between bites of cereal, I agreed, “Definitely, but first I need to use the toilet and this diaper won’t budge.” She looked at me funny, “What do you mean?” “I mean that I went to the toilet and tried to pull the diaper down. No go,” I said, “I tried to pull the tapes but they won’t budge.” She reached over and pulled down the front of my pants. I could feel her fiddling to find a tape and easily pulled it off. I tried the next tape. Still stuck. She pulled the same tape I couldn’t budge with ease. “Well, that’s interesting,” she said. I stood and requested, “Come with me to the bathroom, please. I don’t do that in diapers.” She chuckled and agreed, “OK, let’s get you out of that soggy diaper before it becomes a dirty diaper.” She followed me into the bathroom and I dropped my pants. She pulled the two remaining tapes and the diaper slid down and into my pants. I immediately plopped down on the toilet. I looked at her while still trying to hold it. “You might want to leave now,” I suggested. “I can take a hint,” as she backed out and closed the door. I did my business and tried to take the diaper out of my pants. It was like Thor’s hammer. I couldn’t budge and couldn’t pull my pants up either. I struggled with it for a few minutes with no progress when Judy returned to check on me. “Are you OK in there?” she asked. “Mostly,” I replied, “But I have a bit of a problem. You can come in.” She opened the door to find me standing there, pants around my ankles, naked from the waist down. I tugged at the diaper but it wouldn’t move. She reached down and easily balled it up and disposed of it. “That darned genie,” I said under my breath. I tried to pull my pants up but they still wouldn’t come up. They were anchors around my ankles, holding me in that one spot. Judy snapped her fingers and went to the hall closet. She returned with a diaper and unfolded it. She slipped it on me and my feet were immediately unstuck. “OK, let’s have that talk about our wishes now, shall we?” she said. I pulled up my pants and headed to the couch with her, “I’ll go first since we just discovered the twist to one of my wishes.” “Seems like a good idea,” she said. “My first wish was I never want to be out of diapers,” I said, “I didn’t want to have to go buy more.” She giggled, “I think we have that one figured out. You can never get yourself out of diapers but it seems I can do it just fine. What was your second wish?” I said, “For my second wish I wanted to meet someone that would love me unconditionally and that I can love with all my heart. Someone that fulfills my heart’s desire.” She grinned, “You have no idea! Check. Your third wish?” “I wished to have enough food and drink always available so that I would never go hungry or thirsty,” I said. “That one seems harmless enough but we both know genies are devious,” she said.

Chapter 5 Judy laid me back on the couch and gently lifted my good leg up onto the cushion. Despite my inebriated state, I think I was getting turned on. My jeans started to show my arousal. Judy quickly undid my belt and jeans. I lifted for her to pull them down to my ankles. “Someone likes the attention they are getting,” she said as she rubbed the front of my diaper, “What’s this?” She grabbed the front of my diaper and slowly stroked it. It felt good. I might have whimpered, I’m not sure but I didn’t want her to stop. Things were about to reach a natural conclusion until she stopped. I looked up at her, pleading, “Please.” She stood and started to unbutton her jeans, “I like the idea of you in diapers but if you get yours, I want something in return.” Judy dribbled off her jeans and pulled her panties off. She gently climbed onto the couch and placed her behind in my face, crouched over my middle. She eased back until I got the hint. Even a drunk knows what to do with a muff in his face. She rocked back closer and I slid my tongue around her puffy lower lips. I could taste her. She was as turned on as I was. When I found the right spot, she rubbed me through my soggy diaper. She was careful not to let it end too soon. I wanted to please her and slipped my tongue as deep as I could. She quivered. I felt her knees against my arms. Her bare bottom rested on my face as she softly moaned. I could feel her breasts on my stomach. I reached a hand to find a nipple and play with it. She pulled my legs up and rubbed me harder. I was sure there was no turning back. I lapped at her slit, trying to focus on her pleasure but the distraction was too great. Another wave went over her and she playfully bit me through the diaper before clamping firmly. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. “Not yet,” she said, “You’re doing well. Keep it up and you can finish.” I did as she asked. Perhaps it was more of a command. She said she liked to be in charge. I worked my tongue up and down, in and out, trying to give her another orgasm. She bucked against my face, driving my tongue deeper. My face was wet with her juices. Her legs quivered and she made one more stroke against my diaper. Instead of keeping the stroking up, she stopped as soon as she felt me cross the tipping point. It was good but it would have been better if she had continued her attention. I was spent and she collapsed on top of me. We were both sweaty and I was still drunk. I was about to fall asleep when she untaped my diaper. She unfolded the clean garment and slipped it under me before I could protest. I didn’t usually wear a diaper to bed but as sloshed as I was, it might not be a bad idea. When she had fastened the clean diaper on me, she helped me up and walked me to bed. She crawled in beside me. She tossed off her bra and guided my head toward her breasts. I was content to suckle at her nipple. To my surprise, I tasted sweet milk. I drifted off to sleep like that. I didn’t remember anything else about that night but I slept like a baby. It was the most restful sleep I could remember. Too bad I had a hangover the next morning.

Chapter 4 I hobbled to the door, my knee starting to ache. My key slid into the door and I turned the lock. I braced as I opened the door, hoping I hadn’t forgotten anything. I opened my eyes and did a quick survey. Thankfully, it was presentable and I invited her in. She saw the fridge and slipped past me, “I’ll need a little ice. Where are your tumblers?” I pointed to the cabinet beside the sink, “Middle shelf. Do you need any help?” She shook her head and said, “No, I’ve got it under control. I see you have an ice pack. Do you want that for your knee?” “Sure, toss it here,” I said. I put the cold compress on my knee to numb it. Judy set a drink in my hand. It looked harmless enough. She only brought what she had bought at the store into the kitchen so I was pretty sure it wasn’t drugged. She had one herself. I took a sip and it was a little sweet, a little tart but largely delicious. I held my glass up and smiled at her. She took a drink and looked at me with a smile. She then sat down on the couch near me. “How’s the knee?” she asked. “Better now,” I said, “This is a pretty good drink. You’ll have to show me the recipe.” We chatted about the drink and I had finished mine. She took my glass and made us another. Before I was aware of it, I’d had three of them! My knee didn’t hurt anymore and I was feeling pretty good. That’s when I made the mistake of saying to her, “I had something happen to me you will never believe!” Judy turned her head and asked, “Really, what like? Tell me more.” I took the last sip of my drink and set the glass on a coaster, “I was metal detecting on the beach this morning and found what I thought was a teapot. Turns out it was genie in a lap and she granted me three wishes.” Her eyes grew wide, “OH MY GOSH!” I replied, “I know, right? Go pull anything you like out of the pantry beside the fridge. I dare you.” Judy rose and did as I asked. She pulled a box of cookies off the shelf. Immediately, another box replaced it. She dropped the box on the floor. She turned to me, her mouth wide open. Now, this is where the alcohol started kicking in. “You ain’t seen nothing,” I said, feeling my alcohol bravado, “Open the hall closet and do the same thing.” I wasn’t sober enough to regret it and smiled as she walked to the hall closet. I don’t think she realized what she was looking at. She pulled one out and another sprang into existence to fill the empty spot. This time she didn’t drop the item. “WOW, that’s amazing,” she said before looking at what she held in her hand, “Is this a diaper? Do you have kids?” “Oh no,” I proudly said, “Those are for me.” She walked over to the couch, the diaper still in her hand, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” I laughed, “Don’t worry about it.” She looked at me and grinned, “I believe you.” “Really? I thought it would be hard to swallow,” I said. She took my hand, “I found a genie in an antique store three days ago. She granted me three wishes, too.” “That’s amazing!” I said. “I wished for someone that would love me unconditionally,” she said. “WOW,” I may have said a little too loud, “That’s what I wished for, too! Do you think we are each other’s wish come true? You don’t mind that wear diapers?” A sly grin slipped across her face, “Not all, if you don’t mind that I can be a little domineering.” “Well, I need to change,” I said, “Hand me that diaper. I think I’ve let this one get pretty full.” She held it away, “Not so fast. Maybe I want to see how this works. You wear the diapers and I’ll wear the pants in this relationship.”

Chapter 3 While my cupboard was never bare, my fridge was empty of beer. I pulled on a clean shirt and slipped into a pair of jeans before heading to the liquor store. I needed a drink in the worst way. Beer might not be enough. This might call for something stronger. I walked to the store that was open 24/7 on the corner. They had a good selection though I usually got the same six-pack of beer I always drank. This time I was browsing the liquor aisle and decided I wanted some rum. I don’t squat about rum but I liked the TV spots. A lady in the same aisle must have noticed my confusion and she took pity on me, “Looking for a good rum, are you?” Turning, I looked at her with a confused look. It was the first time I actually saw her and not simply noticed another person near me. She was tall, taller than me with the prettiest pale green eyes. Her lips were turned up in a smile and her strawberry blond hair was pulled back into bun. “Well, I,” I started, “I am a little tired of beer and thought I’d try something different. Do you have a suggestion?” She smiled at me, “I don’t drink much rum anymore but the amber spiced rums are probably where you should start if you aren’t sure. From there, you can decide what you like and fine-tune your tastes.” “What are you drinking?” I quizzed her. She held up a bottle of something I’d never heard of, cachaça, “I’m on a caipirinha kick lately.” “Is it good,” I asked, “I’ve never heard of a caipirinha.” “Oh, it is similar to a mojito but better,” she said as she held out a hand, “By the way, I’m Judy.” “James,” I said, shaking her hand, “Nice to meet you.” As she took her items toward the front, she pointed at a bottle, “This one is really good.” I picked it up and said, “Thanks.” At the counter, she paid for her things and I was next in line. She had a very nice bottom and her waist was tiny. I couldn’t help but think she was very attractive. Was she the one? Did the genie work in mysterious ways like this? While I was pondering the possibilities, she left and I was standing there with a blank stare on my face. The cashier finally got my attention and I paid for my bottle of rum and six-pack of beer. I’d missed my opportunity. I wasn’t even looking up when I left, mostly staring at the ground a few feet ahead of me. If I’d been paying attention, I’d have seen the car backing up that hit me. It was more of a shock than anything. I wasn’t hurt but fell down and I’m ashamed to say, I pissed myself. Brakes locked, tires screeched and the car stopped before it traveled any further. I was spared from serious harm. Luckily, my beer didn’t explode and the bottle of rum was plastic. I tried to stand and noticed my knee felt funny. A twinge of pain came over me when I tried to bend it. I stayed on the ground for a moment to rub it. The owner of the car came to check on me, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you and then all of a sudden you were behind me.” It was Judy looking down at me, her breasts at a very appealing angle. That’s all I could think of and my knee didn’t hurt so much anymore. She offered a hand and I pulled myself up. The knee hurt a bit but nothing was broken. “I’m OK,” I said, “It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” “At least let me carry your things to your car,” she said. “I walked her,” I told her, “I’m only a few blocks from here, 13th St and Madison.” “Well,” she said, “Let me give you a ride. I feel so terrible.” My knee was a little stiff so I put my bag in her car and let her drive me to my place. It was usually a 20-minute walk but it was only five by car. She parked in front of my building and got out to make sure I could walk OK. She followed me to the door and I thanked her. “Hey, if I’m not being too bold, I could make you a caipirinha,” she said, “You know, to make up for running you over.” I did a mental check of how I’d left the house. Did I close the diaper closet door? Were any diapers in the trash visible? Did it stink? Were dirty clothes on the floor? I was a little afraid but agreed, inviting her in.

Chapter 2 I contemplated my many dreams and desires. I had heard genies were a conniving lot and would twist your wishes against you so I wanted to be clear about what I said before I made my wish. I scribbled on a pad some things I had only dreamt of. First on the list was wealth but it seemed like a huge trap. Too many ways it could go wrong. Instead, I thought that I never wanted to be out of diapers. They are expensive and embarrassing to have to buy. Those big diaper boxes from delivery services weren’t much better. Surely, that was a safe wish. Next, I need someone to love and to love me unconditionally. That one seemed pretty safe. I didn’t think a genie could turn that one against me. I decided that would be a top priority. I entertained other ideas like a huge house with a pool and riding stables but I’m not that guy. I thought about fame but I’ve never been one to seek notoriety. Power was something else I never felt a desire for. Mostly, I wanted to be left alone. For my final wish, I wanted to never have to worry about food or drink. I rolled that one over in my mind a bit and tried to figure out how to word it so that I didn’t wind up with my mouth grown over or an IV line jabbed into my arm. I thought over and these would be my three wishes. “Genie, I have my three wishes,” I said. “As you command, master, what may I grant you for freeing me from my prison,” said the genie. “First wish: I never want to be out of diapers,” I said. The genie waved her arms, “It is done.” I heard a sound in the hall closet, “What was that?” “Whenever you run low on diapers, more will appear in your closet,” said the genie, a smile on her face. “I suppose that works,” I said, “For my second wish I want to meet someone that will love me unconditionally and that I can love with all my heart. Someone that fulfills my heart’s desire.” The genie grinned from ear to ear, “Your wish is my command. Your final wish?” “I wish to have enough food and drink always available so that I will never go hungry or thirsty,” I said. The genie smiled, “It is done. Your cupboards will never be bare. I am pleased you did not wish for fame, fortune or power. Those are very dangerous wishes. Within 24 hours you will meet the one that will love you unconditionally.” I was stunned, “But where will I meet her?” The genie was vague, “You will know her when you meet her. With this, I have granted your three wishes and I am free. Enjoy your wishes.” The teapot and the genie were gone in a flash of light. I had spots in my eyes. When my vision cleared, I wasn’t really sure it had happened. Perhaps the teapot was filled with some hallucinogen and I was tripping. I checked the hall closet and it was full of diapers. You couldn’t stuff another one in there with a jackhammer. I pulled one out and another magically filled its empty spot. Amazing. I checked the pantry and it was neatly stocked with cans and boxes of all my favorite foods. I took a bag of chips out and the rustling of a new bag replaced it. The only thing left was to meet the girl of my dreams.

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This story is written for the 3rd kasarberang non-contest. That Escalated Quickly By Bo Tox Chapter 1 Well, I suppose I have no one to blame but myself but the damned genie didn’t have to be so vindictive about it. Let my mistakes be a warning: Don’t make the three wishes. It never ends well. I was minding my own business while metal detecting at the beach. That day I found a fake high-end watch, a wedding ring and lots of trash. I was loading my gear into my backpack. The metal detector was still on and I sat it down near the dunes. It went off with the sound of something strong. The spot it indicated was above the high tide line so whatever was in the sand wasn’t new unless someone purposefully buried it. The sand was easy to dig in and I found a handle. Once pulled, the handle was attached to a pot. When I had it fully out of the ground, it resembled an old teapot. The teapot was a dull metal, maybe brass. It certainly didn’t look like it had a lot of value but if it were old enough, it might bring something. I tossed it in with the rest of my booty and finished preparing to leave. My diaper was pretty wet so it was definitely time to go. About the diaper, it is for convenience. If I’m making good progress while prospecting, I don’t want to stop to find a toilet. The facilities at the beach are often poorly maintained and borderline disgusting. With everything loaded in the car, it was good to get back into an air-conditioned car. Twenty minutes later, the car was in the garage and the day’s treasure was in the laundry room sink, getting rinsed off. While that stuff soaked, it was time to get something to eat, rehydrate and change my diaper. Full disclosure, diapers aren’t just for convenience. I might actually like to wear them. There’s nothing wrong with that. Lots of people do it. The microwave was spinning a pizza and half a bottle of water sat on the table while I went to get into a dry diaper. The microwave beeped on the way back to the kitchen. A fresh diaper is always a nice feeling. After eating and drinking enough to feel full, I went to the sink to start inspecting my finds a little more thoroughly. The teapot was rinsed off and put aside to dry. The other items needed another rinse. I towel-dried the teapot. It looked better cleaned up. A little shine might make it nice. A little metal polish and some elbow grease would do wonders. I squirted the polish into the cloth and started rubbing the teapot. I wasn’t paying much attention. When I looked at the lamp, it was brilliant with smoke coming out of the spout. The lights flickered a few times and the smoke grew thicker. I had no idea what was going on so I sat the teapot on the counter and backed away. A booming voice announced, “WHO HAS FREED ME?” I was shaking and might have even peed my diaper a little bit but answered, “I did, James.” “I am the genie of the lamp,” said the voice as the smoke coalesced into a head and flowed down to arms and a torso. The lower part remained a smoky haze. “Lamp? I thought this was a teapot,” I said. The arms of the genie spread and she smiled, “I was imprisoned in the lamp for 100 years. You have freed me and I will grant you three wishes and only three wishes. Choose wisely, James.” I scratched my ear and looked at the genie, “Three wishes. I’ll have to think about that a minute.” The genie looked at me with a wry smile, “Don’t take too long.”

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Chapter 40 Brandi: My sister was sick. Mommy explained I had to pretend to be a baby girl so we could take her to the hospital. My big sister Zoey even pretended to be a doctor. Mommy helped me pretend by scrambling my motor skills. I don't know what that means but my hands and feet don't work so good right now. The nice doctor and nurse are going to make Lana all better. They were going to take out her nasty old appendix and fix her. I was sad when they took her away but Zoey and Mommy promised me I could see her when she was out of surgery. She was gone for about two hours before we could go to her room. She smiled when she saw me but she was still groggy. If all went well, Mommy said she could go home tomorrow. I waved my crumpled arm at her as Mommy rolled me out to the car. We would see her in the morning. Apparently, the surgery was through small holes the cut into Lana so the recovery would be much quicker. As long as Lana could poop her diaper, they would send her home. Well, we all know that was easy for me and Lana. Only, this time she couldn't so they were going to make her with a suppository. We arrived at the hospital the morning after Lana had made a messy diaper. Mommy rolled Lana to the car and strapped her into the back seat. I reached over and held her hand. She smiled at me. Zoey drove us home and Mommy fixed us so we didn't have to pretend to be little babies anymore. She told me all about her stay in the hospital and how terrible the diapers were. How embarrassed she was to have to poop in her diaper with the nurse feeding her dinner. She couldn't wait to get home and get a proper diaper on her bottom. I smiled at her and patted her hand. Mommy heard her and told her she would change her into a much better diaper as soon as we got home. Mommy loved us so much that she would do anything for us. Epilogue Trisha and Zoey had successfully regressed two completely normal and unrelated young adults into twin babies. It had taken a year to fully transition them to the role Zoey had envisioned for them but they now embraced the diapered life of toddlers. Brandi had been a model baby girl much quicker than Lana. Brandi's intellect wasn't as sharp as Lana's and easily came under Trisha's control. Lana's change was slower and more subtle. The turning point seemed to happen right around her hospital stay. Mommy didn't waste any time getting her professional care at the hospital. Mommy really did love and care for her babies. The whole world treating Lana as if she had the mental capacity of a toddler, combined with the anesthesia side effects left her in a suggestive state that helped her accept her role as a baby sister to Zoey, twin to Brandi. Mommy tested Lana and Brandi from time to time. She once gave them full bladder and bowel control for a day but both of them wet and messed as usual. They were so used to using the diaper that it never entered their minds to even attempt to hold it. Brandi and Lana had the pretties hair. Both of them sported shoulder length hair, often in pigtails, thanks to Zoey. A few times a year, Mommy would dress them alike and take them shopping with her and Zoey. After the first time, Mommy stopped disabling their bodies. They didn't talk and played their parts perfectly. Mommy never had to rely on her fail-safe. If anyone tried to access her phone without the proper verification sequence, the twins would have been paralyzed from the neck down and it turn Zoey up to 200% ability to deal with any threat. That she never needed it pleased Trisha. And they lived happily ever diapered.

Chapter 39 Lana: I woke to terrible pain in my side. It felt like I needed a bowel movement but I had been having them normally in my diaper. My diaper was soaked as usual. I would have cried to get Mommy's attention if not pacified. The pain came in waves but always remained a dull ache. Mommy finally came to check on me and I pointed to the place it hurt as she noticed the tears in my eyes. She touched my belly and I winced. It hurt worse than before. She pulled out her phone and looked at it for a moment. “Oh, dear, Baby Lana,” she said, “I think your appendix is inflamed. You need to go to the hospital!” She touched something else on her phone and the pain subsided along with the use of my body below the rib cage. She brought Zoey in and explained what she had found and Zoey agreed, that I needed to get to the hospital immediately. When I woke up, I was in a hospital and being examined by Zoey and a nurse. She dressed me in juvenile clothes but not babyish like I had on before. Zoey had her teeth in and was speaking professionally. Another doctor came in and they stepped out of the room. When they returned, Trisha was with them, pushing Brandi in a wheelchair. I didn't hear all they said but I could see Brandi slumped over but we locked eyes. I raised a hand but my fingers were all curled up and my wrist bent over. My legs were bent at the knees I couldn't straighten them on my own. I overheard the doctor speaking with Trisha and Zoey, “We will get her into emergency surgery as soon as I can get scrubbed in.” “Thank you, Doctor,” Trisha said, “It was lucky I noticed her being fussy this morning when I went to change her. I adopted her and her sister from that awful orphanage. Most of the staff abandoned them when the war broke out.” The doctor patted her hand, “They are very lucky you found them.” “Yes, they have the minds of two-year-olds but they are such a joy to have,” said Trisha. I tried to speak up but it came out as a guttural moan that the doctor didn't even acknowledge. Here I was, in a public hospital, all of us, and Trisha had them convinced we were special needs adoptees from the war. The nurse returned and fitted an IV in my hand. The nurse smiled at me and checked my diaper. She pulled a cart over to my bed and changed my diaper in full view of anyone. I was mentally deficient to her and not worthy of basic human dignity. Next, she hung a bag of liquid and injected something into it and my world faded to black. I awoke in a confused state. For a few moments, I thought I was waking up in my bed at home, my parents in the next room. I soon came to my senses when my hands wouldn't wipe my eyes properly and an IV still connected to my hand. That hand was taped to a board and fastened to the railing. I suppose they were afraid I would pull it out. The nurse came in to check my dressings. I watched as she pulled up my gown and exposed my small bandages. There were three of them, navel, lower right and one slightly higher. The nurse talked to me like I was an infant. I tried to respond but it came out more unintelligible noise. She smiled at me and changed my diaper. The rest of the day was boring with nothing but diaper changes and being spoon-fed by a nurse. I felt as helpless as Trisha wanted me to be. Trisha visited me that morning after breakfast with Brandi pushed in a babyish wheelchair by Zoey in adult feminine attire. I heard Zoey and Trisha discussing with the doctor when he made his rounds. He said I hadn't had a bowel movement since surgery and I couldn't be discharged until I did. Zoey suggested ordering a suppository if I hadn't fouled my diaper by dinner time. I dreaded that but there was little I could do. The clock on the wall said 4:40PM when Trisha, Zoey and Brandi returned to visit me. I could see in Brandi's eyes that she was concerned for me. I winked to show I was my usual self. She winked back and we knew the other was still OK. The nurse returned before Trisha took the family home. She changed my wet diaper and noted nothing else. Zoey signed off on the order in her medical capacity to have a suppository administered. The nurse left to go to the pharmacy. Trisha smiled at me, “Oh, Lana, once you can go poopies again, Mommy can take you home.” I nodded my head as best I could. The nurse returned and untaped the side of my diaper. She rolled me over and pushed a cool suppository into my rear. Then, the nurse rolled me back and she fastened the diaper in place. She left and Trisha kissed me before leaving. Nothing happened for several minutes and the nurse brought my dinner. It was a large portion of mushy food, mostly pureed corn and lima beans. I could feel the churning in my guts as the suppository did its job. I messed myself during dinner. The nurse made a sniff but didn't stop feeding me. “Oh, that's a good girl, Lana,” she said. I was more embarrassed about crapping my diaper in the nurse's presence than I was about the mess coming out my rear. I'd long since lost the ability to keep my diaper clean but the humiliation of the nurse being present was new. I thought she would change me after dinner but she took the tray away and finished feeding the other patients. I was no stranger to being in a dirty diaper. At least she changed me into a clean diaper and turned the TV on to keep me company. Some silly children's show with a big dinosaur. It put me to sleep quickly. Mommy came and picked me up the next morning when the hospital discharged me. I could have walked if allowed but Trisha's machine had my body twisted. The nurse and an orderly transferred me to a wheelchair. Trisha had the car around and they put me in my booster seat for the ride home. Author's Note: I just noticed I failed to post Chapter 14. I've inserted it as part of the Chapter 13 post. Sorry for the mixup. Here is the link back to that chapter.

Sorry, but that won't be addressed in this story. Perhaps in another in the series it could be explored? Maybe Trisha was a student of Mistress Ingrid's? What if she had kinky subjects before she met Zoey? What if the deputy was one of her masters or slaves before she found her true calling?

Chapter 38 Mommy: After three months and three more non-punishment release days, Brandi seemed to accept and enjoy her new life. She ate all of her food and seemed to no longer notice the state of her diaper. I hadn't had to turn her limbs off or even pacify her for her potty mouth since the escape attempt. I firmly believe the first release day and the realization that I was solely in charge made all the difference. Lana, on the other hand, still was very inquisitive. I caught her questioning Zoey about events and items. She seemed harmless enough with the safeguards I had in place but I remained aware of her still passive-aggressive actions. She played along but wasn't broken yet. I caught Lana looking at and touching Brandi's diaper lock. After five hard whacks on her naked bottom, that put an end to her curiosity about how the diaper locks worked. I hated to make her cry but the good books says, spare the rod and spoil the child. Then, there is my dearest Zoey. After three months with the twins, she was still ecstatic. She was the big sister to the two cutest baby girl twins. She couldn't wait until their hair was long enough to put in braids and pigtails like hers. The household was in a good place, a toddler and two babies to take care of was a full-time job. Things were running smooth and I was living my best life, fulfilled as a mother to my darlings. At the six-month mark, Zoey and I decided to let the twins also become toddlers. We started them on more solid food and they really seemed to enjoy being able to chew again. I fixed their dental guards to show the two front upper and lower teeth. They were so cute! I took a picture of all the babies and placed them over the living room couch. I gave them high-fiber crackers to gum between meals for snacks. Both babies had put on a few pounds, rounding them out nicely. They still got a bottle for each meal but also a bowl of baby cereal with it. Between more solid food and the high fiber crackers, their bowel movements were larger and firmer. They were beyond caring by then. Babies use diapers and that's all there was to it.

Chapter 37 There was one detail the twins failed to figure out that would have saved them a lot of grief. Zoey was a neurosurgeon in another life. The accident that paralyzed her also gave her so much. Her background in the spine led to crossing paths with Trisha, the brilliant robotics genius with a submissive streak and a strong desire to nurture. When they met, Trisha was trying to get funding for a pilot project. Zoey used her own money to fund Trisha's ambitious project. They collaborated well and Zoey finally convinced Trisha to inject the nanobots into her crippled body to attempt a repair her severed spine. Zoey was close to ending it all if she couldn't convince Trisha to perform the procedure. The first-generation nanobots weren't very efficient but after a day, Zoey could feel her toes. After three days, Zoey could move her toes. In three weeks she could stand and soon was walking. Her bladder and bowel control were the last to return as they were farther down the spinal column. Zoey wore diapers after her accident and for two additional months before her bladder control returned. During that time she became used to diapers and enjoyed the freedom from a toilet. She could feel everything during those two months. The sensation of wetting her diaper comforted her and Trisha loved to show Zoey how much she cared by changing her. They both grew to enjoy the interaction and thrived on it. Each had found their perfect partner. They were soulmates. Trisha wanted to make Zoey happy and normal again but Zoey didn't want her bladder control back. In fact, she wanted to be babied, forced to wear and use her diapers. The nanobots could enforce that wish. Trisha's natural instinct to nurture found a target with Zoey. They formed a bond that lasted. Despite what they displayed to the outside world, Baby Zoey was very much in charge of the relationship. Trisha's need to please made it easy for her to adopt the mommy role for Zoey. When Trisha would question Zoey about some aspect, Zoey was giving Trisha the information she needed to steer the conversation where Zoey want it to go. In that way, Trisha was pleased by being able to nurture and care for Zoey and now the twins. Zoey was happy to live her life as the little girl she always felt she was. The diapers required because of her injury only solidified her desire to be treated as a baby girl.

Chapter 36 When release day finally arrived for the babies, only Zoey knew what was going to happen. Trisha wanted the twins to see and feel that there was pleasure in many forms despite what they thought so far. It would be an experience none of them would soon forget. Trisha picked Zoey up and strapped her to the table in the playroom. Her hands were secured in padded cuffs and her legs were lifted and strapped into stirrups. Her locked and diapered rear hung in mid-air. Trisha placed a stuffed toy on Zoey's chest, giving her something to focus on. Zoey wrapped her arms around it. Brandi and Lana were sitting quietly in the playpen a few feet away, intently watching. Trisha released the lock on Zoey's diaper cover. She unsnapped it and set it aside. Zoey's diaper was soaked. The nanobots made sure her bladder was never full. All the while she felt every bit of it. Lana and Brandi were the same way. They knew they were wet and yet helpless to do anything about it. Trisha opened Zoey's diaper and that's when Brandi and Lana first learned baby girl Zoey was born a boy like Brandi! For the last four years of the Mommy-Zoey relationship, she had been living as Mommy's caged baby girl. Trisha smiled at Zoey. Zoey nodded to continue. Trisha had a machine console rolled up beside Zoey. She squirted a lot of lube on a wand with a round metal sphere the size of a ping-pong ball on the end and a silver ring farther down. To Brandi's surprise, Mommy slipped it into Zoey's bottom and pushed it into the hilt. Next, she put a hollow pacifier gag into Zoey's mouth. “Sweety, are you ready,” asked Trisha. Zoey shook her head and Trisha turned the machine on. Zoey's legs shook as Trisha turned it up with a higher-pitched hum. The hum stabilized and Trisha hit a switch. The hum suddenly dropped and slowly rose to the peak. As it did this Zoey arched her back and moaned into her pacifier. Zoey's cage pulsed with the hum, rising and falling. Trisha set a timer for five minutes and whispered into Zoey's ear. After a minute, beads of sweat were clear on Zoey's forehead. Trisha wiped them away. At four minutes, Zoey's legs were quivering with the hum and her breathing was labored through her nose. When the timer went off, Trisha dialed the hum back slowly as Zoey collapsed onto the table. Trisha kissed her forehead and removed the probe from her anus. Trisha lovingly cleaned her up before putting a fresh diaper and locking cover on her best baby. As she removed the pacifier gag, Zoey smiled. “Did little Zoey like her release?” asked Trisha. Zoey fluttered her eyes and through her missing teeth, “Yeth, Mommy.” Trisha helped Zoey from the table and into a chair. She fastened her diaper cover lock in the back. With a click, she was again secured for another month. Trisha looked at Brandi and Lana. They looked at each other in disbelief. “Who wants to go next?” she asked for a moment before adding, “Am I going to have to pick one?” Zoey spoke up, “You pick, Mommy!” “I think I'll pick Lana,” she said, “Come here, Sweetheart.” Lana didn't want to move but she knew that resisting would only bring something worse. She stood and walked to the table. Trisha helped her assume the diaper check position to unlock the diaper cover. Then she helped her onto the table. Trisha whispered in her ear that she should not be afraid. She would enjoy this part. Lana's hands were secured in mittens and her feet were gently placed in the stirrups. Trisha much preferred to be nice than strict with her babies. She placed a stuffed toy within reach of Lana, who took it in her arms. Mommy opened the soggy diaper but left it under her. Lana had also made a small mess. Maybe seeing Zoey's release had scared her. Babies can be frightened so easily. Trisha cleaned her up and tossed the used diaper but was pleased to know Lana was messing without complaint. Trisha placed a clean diaper under Lana for any leaks. She was a baby after all. Next, she took a fresh probe from the package and lubricated it thoroughly. Lana was a bit anxious but tried to relax for the woman she was supposed to call Mommy. “Here goes the first one, baby girl. Nice and easy,” said Trisha as she sent it deep into the girl's bottom. She opened another package with a different style probe. She lubed it well and showed it to Lana. Instead of a single metal ball at the end, this one looked like a small baseball bat with metal rings around it. There was only one place for that one to go. “Now for the second one, Baby,” said Trisha as she spread the girl's lower lips and slipped it inside. She fastened a strap to that one to hold it. She had actually used this machine herself with Zoey's help. It made her moist remembering the last time she had used it. No man or woman had ever given her as much pleasure as this machine could. “Now, I'm going to turn it up slowly. When you feel like it feels the best, shake your head yes. If I go too high, shake your head no,” said Trisha as she fitted a hollow pacifier gag to the girl. The hum started and increased. Lana tried to lift off the chair and shook her head no profusely. Trisha turned it down until she shook her head yes. She set another knob that didn't seem to make a difference and smiled at Lana when she flipped the switch. The machine immediately went into a slowly rising and falling humming pattern. Lana's breath seemed to follow the hum. Trisha set the timer to five minutes and stroked Lana's head. After less than one minute Lana moaned into her gag and her legs went limp. Brandi lost count of how many times Lana must have climaxed. She now was eagerly looking forward to her turn with this machine. When the timer went off, Trisha dialed back Lana's ride until she shut it off. Lana was unresponsive to external stimuli at first. Trisha removed the probes and taped up the baby girl in a fresh diaper and locking cover. She picked her up and sat her in the playpen to recover. Brandi was excited to take her turn on the machine that seemed capable of endless orgasms. Trisha had deprived her of any kind of stimulation since she'd been transformed into a baby girl with a lock on her cock. Brandi hopped up instantly when Trisha motioned her over. She turned to let Trisha undo her locked diaper cover. Once on the table, she held her hands up to be strapped in and cooperated with putting her legs in the stirrups. She opened wide for the pacifier gag with a smile. She was finally going to have a release of her own. Zoey enjoyed it so much. Surely this was an experience not to be missed. Trisha lowered the last baby's diaper to find it soaked but otherwise clean. She lubed up a fresh wand for the baby's bottom. The baby was eager and it easily slipped in. She felt it touch something that felt nice. The prostate, most likely. Trisha explained how to show when it felt best and how to get her to lower it. She turned it on and increased the knob slowly as the tingle in Brandi's nethers built. She reached a point where she nodded she liked it but Zoey spoke up and said he tried to escape and it should be higher. Trisha had a wicked grin and turned it higher than Zoey had been set at. Brandi clenched her eyes and was shaking her head no as hard as she could. Still, Trisha turned it higher. The hum was almost to the limit of human hearing. Brandi was biting into the pacifier. She arched her back off the table hard and her butt cheeks clenched uncontrollably. Trisha hit the switch and it immediately dropped but started cycling back to the highest pitch. Brandi had unbelievable pleasure and then indescribable pain. Trisha set her timer for 10 minutes then stood back and watched the baby's emotions swing from highs to lows. She would not make the mistake of trying to escape again. After two minutes, Brandi was a throbbing lump of flesh. She would have passed out if she could but the impulses kept firing the muscles even though she was exhausted. She had gone numb when the timer sounded and didn't notice the pleasure and pain had stopped. Trisha removed the probe from her rectum, put her in a fresh diaper and locking cover then released her hands and legs. She could not move from the waist down. There was no feeling in her diaper area, only a tingle all over below the waist. She didn't have the same kind of release that Zoey and Lana had. “Baby Brandi will be good for Mommy from now on, won't she?” asked Trisha as she removed the gag. Brandi was breathless, “Yes, Mommy.” “Now, catch your breath and Mommy will put you back in the playpen,” said Trisha.

This was a hastily thought out (or not thought out) story that I wrote over the course of several days. All I'm doing now is editing and cleaning up parts of it as I post them and I'm possibly leaving things out to get it all in by the contest deadline as I want a complete story to be judged. So, no sprinkler system is mentioned. It is left to the reader to imagine (or not) that in a residential house that also has a nanobot lab on-site. I do appreciate the feedback. It gives me things to think about should I revise it at some future date. Chapter 35 Zoey kept telling the twins about release day but she did a poor job of selling it. She was too excited to explain it while she was being a baby. All Lana or Brandi got out of it was that it was great. Whatever that meant. At least Lana's fine blond hair was growing back. Brandi's coarse hair grew slower. She only had brown stubble on her head. Three days before release day, Trisha took Lana to another room for her midday diaper change. It was a very clinical place, almost sterile. Was this Mommy's lab? It could be. There was certainly enough equipment and counter space. Trisha spoke to Lana, “OK, today Mommy is going to remove all the nasty hair from your diapey area so you will be forever smooth down there. Over the next few weeks Mommy will remove all the hair from your legs, underarms and any place there is hair we don't want.” She put Lana in the procedure chair and locked her arms in before she unlocked the diaper. Lana was always wet now with no bladder control. She was accepting it as well as could be expected and that pleased Trisha. She folded the front of the diaper down and placed Lana's legs in the stirrups. “Sweety, I'm going to turn off all sensation below your belly button. Mommy is going to laser your hair and it will never come back,” said Trisha, “I'll give you a paci you can suck on.” Trisha put special laser-safe glasses on and placed a pair over Lana's eyes. She took the laser wand and started burning the hair out at the root. Lana could smell the burnt hair but she felt nothing. She heard the laser cycle. It took Mommy 30 minutes to finish. It was strange for the babies when Mommy disabled a part of their body but both of the new girls accepted it as a fact of life. “There Baby Lana will not have any hair in her diaper area anymore. We won't have to shave you there ever again,” said Trisha. Trisha rubbed some antiseptic cream on the area to protect it while it healed. She would also leave Lana blocked below the waist for the rest of the day. Lana wouldn't able to crawl but she also wouldn't feel any residual pain from the procedure. Trisha took Lana back to the playpen and it was Brandi's turn to visit the same room. Trisha explained she was going to remove all of Brandi’s nasty hair and the cage would come off until it was done. Then she blocked Brandi below the belly button. Brandi couldn't feel anything with or without the cage. She sucked on the paci as Mommy burned the dark stubble off of her sack and crotch. She even lifted the stirrups higher and removed a lot of hair from the baby's stubbly bottom. She lovingly applied cream to the entire area to protect it before putting the cage back on. She diapered Brandi and left her blocked below the navel as well. Once back in the playpen, Trisha had them take a nap. Brandi didn't resist naps now. Lana laid down but rarely slept. It was simply not her thing. Over the next two weeks, Trisha removed all of Lana's body hair. The only place she grew hair was on her head. Brandi had much coarser hair everywhere and Trisha removed it all but Brandi had longer sessions. Her face was the hardest because there wasn't a good way to turn off Brandi's facial nerves. Instead, Trisha used numbing cream and did it in sections. First the mustache area and then the sideburns. She did a little on Brandi's chest and then finished up her chin and neck. It was tiring work but would yield a smooth baby. She gave Brandi some painkillers in her next bottle because the face would hurt after the cream wore off. It was a lot of hard work on Trisha's part but all of her babies were hairless and much easier to clean. Brandi no longer had a scruffy little beard and mustache to deal with every day at bath time. Those cute, smooth little baby bottoms were so adorable. The day before release day was hard for Zoey. She was too excited and a little fussy. Lana and Brandi didn't understand. Zoey made even less sense than she normally did. They would have to wait and find out for themselves.

Chapter 34 Mommy: There is no doubt the twins still harbored thoughts of escape and return to their old lives. Lana has eyed my phone more than a few times but my fail-safe would stop any attempts. Still, I decided a demonstration was in order. I loaded all the babies into the car, including Zoey and backed out of the garage for a brief trip up the driveway to teach them there was no escape. “You see, babies,” said Trisha, “Mommy has installed a GPS safe zone around the house and the immediate yard. If you get more than 100 yards away from the house, this will happen.” I slowly drove down the driveway toward the road. Zoey spoke out first but the other two girls felt it as well. It was a burning sensation in each one of their bottoms. It wasn't terribly strong but it became more intense as I slowly rolled down the driveway. I had enabled it for myself so I would know when it was happening and not go too far. “See, if babies try to leave without Mommy turning off the safety, your bottom will feel like you have been spanked,” I said, “If I were to take you to the road, the pain would be so intense you wouldn't stop crying for a week. Now, should I turn around?” Zoey answered, “Yeth, Mommy, PWEASE!” I shifted the car into reverse and rolled backward until I could feel the pain subside. Then, we turned the car around and started back to the house. The babies burning sensation subsided. I was sure they learned a valuable lesson and there would be no more escape attempts. If there were, my fail-safe was in place that would be the nuclear option but I hoped we'd never have to use that one.

Brent/Brandi wasn't a technical person though Lana might eventually figure it out. She knows it is controlled by the Trisha's phone but it isn't something she understands yet. Chapter 33 Brent/Brandi: After the escape attempt, that bitch left me paralyzed from the neck down for three damned days! She forced bottle after bottle of that nasty stuff down my throat. All I could do was piss and shit myself like a damned overgrown baby. She stuffed dentures with no teeth in my mouth. It made it hard to talk but she probably intended that to happen. I would have spit them out if I could be she locked them in somehow. At least she removed them and still cleaned my teeth every evening. I don't think she planned to actually remove my teeth, which was a small blessing in this twisted scenario I lived. After three days, she gave me some of my body back but just enough to let me crawl around. I still had little control over my bladder and my bowels were not any better. If I tried really hard, I could hold my bladder for a little while but not long. The mush that came out of my ass was impossible to hold. When I felt pressure, it was going to happen in less than a minute. None of it seemed to bother her in the least. She praised each of us for using our diapers. She was clearly off her meds or she had a screw loose in her head. How could one adult force others to live like this? It was a nightmare! I lost track of how long we had been her prisoners but I'd guess it was about the second week when I realized I could no longer hold my bladder or my bowels at all. I'd been feeling the urges and had some hope of holding it back for a little while but she made sure we ate and drank enough to keep using our diapers. Lana was in the same situation. Neither of us liked it but they say you can get used to almost anything. I knew I was going to be wet most of the day. At the same time, I looked forward to a change to give me some short-lived reprieve from the soggy bottom. Trisha fed us three times a day and I shit myself less than an hour after each meal. I say meal but they were those huge bottles of something that made us piss and poop all the time. The bottle after lunch put me to sleep every time and I woke up stinking like clockwork. I'm sure it was part of her vindictive nature to always changed me last.