chlorobaby

Characters are kind of the same but re-invented for a new story

Dark Doreen (kidnapped for babyhood.) Part 3 Once PJ's body goes limp, Doreen carefully removes the wad of tissues clamped over his mouth and nose and disposes of them into the waste bin. She whispers sweet nothings as she releases his restraints and then undoes the fastening of his onesie, removes PJs current diaper and the cum soaked tissues within. After cleaning PJ with baby wipes she selects a fresh Tykables diaper, her movements swift and efficient. The scent of baby powder fills the air as she opens up the diaper, revealing a small hole in the back of it, that she had prepared earlier. She smiles to herself, her plan coming together perfectly. "It's time for your next lesson," she says, her voice a gentle coo. Doreen again uses a fresh pile of thick white paper handkerchiefs, spreading them around his pubic area once again and also ensures that his foreskin is pulled back and his penis is positively wrapped with them. With a tender touch, she lathers a generous amount of lubricant onto the tip of her finger and slides it into PJs anus and ensures that his hole is nice and wet. PJ's eyes flutter open, but the chloroform haze makes it hard to focus. "Mommy's going to show you how much she loves you," she says, her voice a sickly sweet purr. Doreen's eyes gleam with excitement as she reaches for a large, thick tissue and wipes her lubricated finger clean. With PJ's anus now well-prepared, Doreen tightly secures his tissues filled diaper ensuring that the hole in it lines up with his anus. Keeping his onesie unbuttoned at the crutch she lifts him out off of the changing table with surprising strength, her excitement building as she carries him over to the rocking horse in the corner of the room. She lays him across the saddle, his legs dangling on either side, and secures him in place with a series of leather straps that criss-cross his body and secures his wrists and ankles. The rocking horse is a twisted parody of innocence, painted in a garish array of nursery rhyme colors, a stark contrast to the horror it now holds. With a final pat on the bottom, she steps back and admires her handiwork. "Alright, my little pumpkin," she says, her voice a mix of motherly affection and sadistic glee. "Let's get you all snug." She reaches up and places a fresh wad of tissues over his mouth, securing them in place with the leather panel gag. The tissues feel like a crisp comfort against his skin, a stark reminder of the control she has over him. "Now, you're going to stay here until Mommy says you can get up," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And remember, if you need anything, just let me know." She gives the rocking horse a gentle push, setting it into a steady rhythm that echoes through the nursery like a taunting lullaby. PJ's eyes go wide with terror, his muffled protests lost to the steady creak of the rocking horse as he's left to contemplate his new reality as Doreen's plaything. PJ's eyes snap open, the chloroform fog dissipating just enough to allow a horrified clarity to seep in. His gaze lands on the full-length mirror on the wall opposite the rocking horse and what he sees makes his stomach lurch. He's strapped down, diapered, and at Doreen's mercy. His heart races as he watches her hold up her phone, her thumb hovering over an unidentifiable app. A gentle whirring noise fills the room, and he feels something begin to probe at his anus, the cold, hard tip sending shivers through his body (there is a dildo slowly starting to thrust in and out dom the saddle of the rocking horse that he has no escape from. Panic sets in as Doreen's eyes meet his in the mirror, her smile wicked and knowing. He tries to scream, to protest, to do anything to stop her, but the paper handkerchiefs strapped over his mouth muffle his cries into a pitiful whine. The object inside him starts to move, a soft, pulsing rhythm that feels alien and wrong. He tries to buck against the straps, but his efforts are futile. Doreen's eyes never leave the screen, her thumb moving to the rhythm of whatever sick game she's playing. "It's okay, baby," she coos, her voice a twisted lullaby. "Mommy's got you." The tissues over his mouth muffling his screams, and tears stream down his face as he's forced to endure the relentless intrusion, his body responding despite his mind's screaming objections. The room spins, and his vision blurs, but he can't tear his eyes away from the reflection that shows his descent into her twisted world of care and control. Doreen's smile widens as the dildo embedded in the rocking horse's saddle begins to thrust in and out of PJ's tight hole. "Is horsey making love to baby?" she asks in a high-pitched, baby-talk tone, watching with glee as PJ's body reacts despite his fear. She reaches for the phone in her pocket, her thumbs dancing over the screen with the precision of a concert pianist. The saddle beneath him starts to vibrate, sending another wave of pleasure through his body as the additional vibrations press against his tissues wrapped, diapered cock. Her eyes never leave the mirror, her gaze locked with PJ's as she plays him like a fiddle. She giggles, a sound that's both innocent and terrifying. "Look how much baby loves horsey," she says, her voice dripping with mock concern. "But Mommy knows you need more." With a flick of her wrist, she sends the dildo into a faster rhythm, watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction as PJ's cock, already stiff and painful, starts to throb and pulse with the added stimulation. She clicks another button on the app, and the vibrations intensify, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of his impending climax. "That's it," she whispers, her voice a dark purr. "Let Mommy's tissues feel your love." The room is a cacophony of sounds: the rocking horse's steady creak, the vibrator's insistent buzz, and PJ's muffled whimpers of protest that she knows are tinged with unwilling pleasure. Doreen's plan is unfolding perfectly and she couldn't be more pleased with her newest addition to the nursery. Doreen's gaze never wavers from PJ's face, her eyes filled with a motherly love tainted by her sick obsession. "You've been such a good boy, PJ," she says, her voice a sweet lie that sends chills down his spine. "But Mommy can't have you stealing her tissues like that." She wags a finger at him, the gesture absurdly playful in the face of his torment. "You see, baby, when you're a good boy, you get to have all the tissues you want." She runs her hand lovingly over his diapered crotch, feeling the heat of his trapped arousal. The dildo inside him hits just the right spot, and PJ's body jerks, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights against the orgasm building within him. Doreen's touch is both comforting and infuriating, a reminder of the control she has over his body and his very essence. "But," she continues, her voice taking on a stern edge, "you're going to have to learn to ask nicely. Now, tell Mommy, do you want to cum?" The tissues over his mouth muffle his response, but she knows what he's trying to say. She nods, her smile growing more wicked by the second. "Good boy. But remember, baby, from now on, you're going to have to ask permission." With a final push, she sends him hurtling over the edge, his muffled cries echoing through the nursery as he cums into the thick wad of tissues beneath him. The room seems to spin around him, his vision blurring with the intensity of his climax, and Doreen leans in close to whisper in his ear. "Mommy loves you, baby," she says, her voice a dark promise. "And you're going to learn to love it here." Doreen watches PJ's eyes glaze over as the dildo relentlessly pumps in and out of him, his muffled moans growing in desperation. She reaches over to the trolley and takes a wad of thick crisp white paper handkerchiefs and the brown bottle of chloroform in her hand. "Would you like Mommy to take you away from all of this?" she asks, her voice a sweet caress that sends shivers down his spine. "Would you like to be all mine, forever and ever?" Doreen uncaps the bottle of chlorororm and pour the clear liquid into the waiting paper hankies, before replacing the cap and folding the thick wad. PJ's nod is frantic, a silent plea for release from the pain and humiliation, he doesn’t want to be hers forever and ever but the pain in his arse is too much to deal with. Doreen's smile widens, and she brings the tissues closer to his nose. "Say it, baby," she whispers, her voice a seductive coax. "Ask Mommy to make everything okay." PJ's eyes widen, and he nods again, his body trembling as he tries to form the words through the gag. "P-please, Mommy," he gasps out, his voice a pitiful whine. "Make it stop." Doreen's eyes gleam with triumph as she presses the chloroform-soaked tissues over his nose. Doreen waits for PJ's struggles to subside, his body going limp in the rocking horse's embrace. She watches him with a detached fascination, his face red and sweaty from the exertion. When she's sure he's out cold, she carefully unbuckles the straps and lifts him off the saddle, his spent form cradled in her arms. "There, there," she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm. "It's all over now." With a gentle touch, she carries him back to the crib and tucks him in, his diaper soaked and sticky with the evidence of his forced climax. She strokes his hair, her eyes filled with a disturbing affection. "You're going to be such a good baby," she says, her voice a warm caress. "And Mommy will always be here to take care of you." She kisses his forehead before standing up and smoothing her skirt. The nursery is a mess of discarded tissues and sex toys, a testament to the twisted care she's administered. But Doreen sees only the perfection of her new baby boy, sleeping peacefully in the crib she's prepared for him. She knows that when he wakes up, the real fun will begin.

Doreen drags and manoeuvres PJ into the room that will now be his new home, The Nursery! She lifts him and lays him down onto the changing table and gets to work quickly. Taking some large scissors she effortlessly cuts away his adult clothing leaving him naked as the day he was born. Doreen then selects a wet razor and some shaving foam, lathering PJs body with the warm foam that she has prepared, she then meticulously shaves his entire body (save from his head hair) free of his masculinity. As the fog of the chloroform clears, As PJ slowly regains consciousness he finds himself lying down on a changing table. He can do nothing as his drugged state keeps him from putting up much of a fight as Doreen slips a disposable diaper under his naked bottom, within the diaper she spreads a generous amount of thick white paper handkerchiefs that she has taken from the nearby trolly around the thick padded (little for big diaper that she has select for his first induction into adult-babyhood. Doreen also makes sure to use some of the paper hankies to cup his ball sack and shoves some of them between his arse crack. Doreen smiles as she pulls back PJs foreskin and wraps more of the thick crisp white tissues over the helmet of his cock. "What the hell are you doing to me?" PJ yells, his voice hoarse and panicked. "Let me go, you crazy bitch!" The room is dimly lit, the walls painted in pastel colors that clash with the harsh reality of his situation. Doreen stands over him, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she adjusts his diaper and tapes it closed securely. "You're going to be Mommy's special baby," she says, her voice soothing yet firm. "And you're going to learn to love it here." Doreen carefully takes a step back from the changing table, admiring her handiwork. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a blue onesie, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, let's get you dressed," she says, her voice dripping with the sweetness of a mother preparing her child for bed. "We wouldn't want you to catch a cold, would we?" She opens the onesie and, with surprising ease, lifts PJ's limp form and places him into it. Doreen takes some more thick white paper handkerchiefs and stuffs the tissues up each sleeve until they bulge with the thick crisp, crinkling mass. Once dressed, she secures the onesie with snaps that sound like the closing of a casket. Then, with a gentle yet firm hand, she places a thick white wad of her paper handkerchiefs over his mouth and fastens them in place with a leather panel gag, ensuring any of his cries for help will be muffled. "There, that's better," she says, her voice a cooing whisper. "Now, let's see if we can't get those naughty thoughts out of your head." Doreen uses the straps attached to the changing table to secure PJ. His wrists, ankles and torso are now all restrained. Doreen leans over, her piercing green eyes locking onto PJ's terrified gaze. She holds up another thick wad of tissues, her smile a twisted mix of affection and dominance. "Blow your nose for Mommy," she commands, her voice a syrupy sweetness that sends a shiver down his spine. When he refuses, her expression darkens, and she reaches down to squeeze his testicles through the bulging diaper. The pain to is sudden and intense, and PJ's eyes widen in shock. He tries to buck his hips away, but the restraints hold him in place. "Now, now," she says, her tone a soothing lullaby, "you know Mommy's only trying to help. Just one little blow, and you'll feel so much better." Her grip tightens, and PJ can't help but whimper in pain. She waits, watching him intently, her hand hovering over the tissues as if daring him to resist. But as the pain becomes unbearable, his resolve crumbles, and he takes a shaky breath before blowing into the tissues with all the dignity he can muster. The sound is pathetic, muffled by the gag and his own fear. Doreen's smile returns, the corners of her lips curling upwards in a way that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Good boy," she says, her voice a warm caress. She gently wipes his nose with the tissues and then disposing of them into a nearby waste bin. Doreen the reaches for a vibrating magic wand located on the trolley, the kind that could be mistaken for a toy in a child's playroom. "This," she says, holding it up like a prize, "will help you relax." With a flick of her wrist, she turns it on, and the hum fills the room. PJ's eyes go wide with fear as she brings it closer to his diapered crotch. "Now, don't fight it," she whispers, placing the buzzing tip against the diaper with the tissues within covering his cock. The vibrations travel through the diaper, sending waves of sensation that he can't escape. His eyes widen, and his body jerks against the restraints, his muffled moans echoing through the nursery. Doreen watches him, her own desires growing as she sees his struggle, the power in her grip on the wand a stark contrast to the gentle strokes she uses to coax a response from him.* "That's it," she murmurs, her own breathing growing heavier. "Let Mommy take care of you." Doreen's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as PJ's cries grow muffled against the tissues. She strokes the vibrating wand over his bulging diaper, watching the way his body reacts, his cock straining against the fabric. "You see," she says, her voice a low purr, "you're nothing more than my baby now. And if my baby likes tissues so much, he can have as many as he wants." She presses the wand harder, the vibrations increasing in intensity. "That's right," she continues, "make love to Mommy's tissues." PJ's eyes are filled with a mix of horror and arousal as Doreen continues to manipulate him. He tries to resist, but his body betrays him, his hips bucking involuntarily. The tissues muffle his moans, turning his protests into whimpers of pleasure. "You're doing so well, baby," she coos, her voice a sweet mockery of care. "Just let Mommy make everything better." Her strokes become more deliberate, the vibrations working their dark magic on his sensitive flesh. It's a dance of power and submission, and Doreen is the choreographer, leading him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Doreen watches PJ's face turn red as he fights for breath, his eyes glazed with a mix of fear and pleasure. "Mommy's going to make you feel so much better," she says, her voice dripping with sweetness. Doreen quickly unbuckles the panel gag and removes it with the tissues within from his face. She then grabs another wad of thick white tissues from the trolley and douses them with chloroform from the brown bottle. With a swift move, she clamps the fresh paper handkerchiefs that are laced with chloroform over his nose and mouth, cutting off his air supply. "You know the drill," she says, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "If you want to breathe, you have to cum for Mommy." PJ's eyes go wide with terror, and his body thrashes against the restraints as the potent fumes fill his nose and mouth. The gag muffles his desperate cries, but his eyes are a silent plea for mercy. "Come on, darling," she whispers, her other hand moving the wand in a slow, torturous rhythm over PJs tissue filled diaper "You can do it." The chloroform clouds his thoughts, making the world spin and the pleasure all the more intense. His chest heaves as he tries to draw breath, his orgasm approaching like a runaway train. The sensation of the tissues rustling with every movement sends a new wave of arousal through PJ, making his struggle against the restraints even more futile. His body responds to Doreen's ministrations despite his fear, his cock growing even harder against the thick padding. He feels his climax building, his hips jerking in time with the vibrations that pulse through the fabric. It's a strange, twisted symphony of pain and pleasure, and he's the unwilling star. The pressure in his diaper is unbearable, and with one final, desperate heave, he spurts his hot load into the tissue-filled cocoon. The sensation is intense, a mix of relief and horror as he feels his seed absorb into the material. His body goes limp, his eyes rolling back in his head as he succumbs to the euphoria that follows his climax. Doreen's grip on the wand never falters, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watches him lose control. His breathing is erratic, the chloroform making his head spin, and he can feel his consciousness slipping away. The last thing he hears before the darkness claims him is Doreen's voice, a dark lullaby of satisfaction. "Good boy. You're going to be such a good baby for Mommy."darkness claims him is Doreen's voice, a dark lullaby of satisfaction. "Good boy. You're going to be such a good baby for Mommy."

Dark Doreen (kidnapped for babyhood.) Part 1 PJ had been interested in his neighbour Doreen for sometime. He had to admit it, he had a crush on her. He was a young man and she was in her late forties or maybe early fifties, but boy did she look good. He often used excuses to visit her, just so that he could chat with her and ‘check her out!’ PJ had ascertained that Doreen was a nurse (she was often in her uniform, her bobbed blond hair framed her pretty face and her breasts seemed to be fighting to exit her nurses uniform. PJ had also noticed that Doreen seemed to always have a large selection of thick white tissues, whether that be in her living room, in her purse or in her pockets. He had no idea why she needed so many, but he would often steal some when he was ‘visiting’ and take them home for him to masturbate with while thinking about her later on. Doreen Winter was a 53 year old female that had very special interests. Doreen was actually an ex nurse but enjoyed the persona so much that she continued to dress as one. Doreen had come into a large quantity of money so did not need to work. She was happy to be single allowing her to indulge in her fantasies. Doreen had a strong fetish for thick white paper handkerchiefs, bondage and being involved in the abdl community, primarily as a dominant. She often attended parties and clubs involved with the scene, enjoying dominating ‘the weaker sex’ men. Doreen had even created her very own bondage nursery in one he spare bedrooms. She would have no problems having sessions or playing with members of the community, but Doreen really wanted an individual that she could ‘force,’ she long had desires to kidnap a young male and force them into becoming her adultbaby. Doreen had amassed a large quantity of supplies for her special project. She had many disposable diapers (all different designs and types - Little for big, Crinklz, Rearz, Tykables, ABU, Molicare and medical grades.) Doreen had also acquired a very large selection of tissues / paper handkerchiefs, these were all thick white crisp paper handkerchiefs. Tempo was her favourite brand, 4 ply pocket packs that she would spend hours unfolding into piles ready for use. She also had many boxes of the paper handkerchiefs in various locations. As well as a large collection of sex toys, perhaps the most unusual substance that Doreen held within her domain, was a box that contained two dozen bottles of chloroform. Doreen would often fantasise about using the incapacitating liquid upon her future captive. Doreen had identified PJ as a possible kidnap victim, he obviously had a crush on her, she had gathered enough information about him to know that it would be easy to make him disappear, he had no close family and very few friends, he also had a dead end job that would be easy to ‘help him resign from. The lightbulb moment that Doreen decided that PJ would be ‘the one’ is when she noticed that after each of his ‘visits’ to see her, she thought that some of her tissues had been taken. She couldn’t be sure until she checked the camera that she had set up to monitor the situation. When she reviewed the footage after his last visit, whilst she had been preparing a drink for PJ in the kitchen he had taken the opportunity to swipe some of her thick white paper handkerchiefs (what a naughty boy!) she thought to herself as she smiled at the footage on her phone. PJ was at a loose end, it was Friday evening and he had no plans for the weekend. He had got in form work, had a shower and was now free. He looked out of his window and spotted that Doreen was home, he decided that maybe he could pop over and see her. What excuse could he come up with this time? PJ had some old DVDs that were redundant now, but hey, it was an excuse to lend one to Doreen. PJ selected a classic and and moseyed over to Doreen’s front door. PJ knocked and awaited a reaponse. Doreen had watched PJ cross the road towards her house and was ready for him, she was wearing one of her nurses uniforms and made sure that both of her pockets contained a thick wad of crisp white paper handkerchiefs, one of her pockets also contained one of the brown bottles of chloroform - she was ready. As PJ knocked on Doreen’s front door, it didn’t take long for Doreen to open it and greet him. “Hi PJ, good to see you, come on in.” Doreen says to PJ with a warm smile. PJ thanks Doreen as he accepts her invite and is shown into the living room. “I thought you might want to borrow this?” PJ hands Doreen the DVD. “Oh thanks PJ,” Doreen says as she places the DVD on one of her shelves, “Would you like a drink?” PJ responded, “Thank you!” Doreen turned to exit the room and headed to the kitchen to prepare the drinks. “What would you like PJ?” Doreen called from the kitchen. Surprise me," PJ calls out, his voice sounding a bit more casual than he feels. He quickly darts his hand over to one of the shelves and grabs a wad of the thick crisp white tissues, stuffing them into his pocket. He tries to play it cool, hoping Doreen is too busy in the kitchen to have noticed his sneaky action. "I’m easy to please," he adds with a nervous chuckle, feeling the bulge of the tissues against his palm through the fabric of his track bottoms. The thrill of taking something that wasn't his sends a shiver down his spine, and he wonders if Doreen will ever notice they're missing. Doreen's smile remains fixed on her face, but her eyes narrow slightly as she hears the sound of PJ moving around in the living room. She knows exactly what he's doing. She's been watching him on her hidden cameras, observing his fascination with her tissues grow with each visit. It's almost adorable, really. The thought of his little thefts makes her plan even more enticing. He's practically begging for her attention, for her to take him in and give him the care he so obviously craves. As she pours the some tea into some cups, she allows a few extra moments to pass, giving PJ ample time to indulge in his little secret. The anticipation in the air is palpable, a silent dance of power and submission playing out between them. "Ah, here we are," she says, carrying the tray into the living room. "I hope you don't mind chamomile. It's excellent for calming the nerves," she says, setting the cups down on the coffee table with a gentle clink. She sits down and motions for PJ to do the same. PJ sits down next to Doreen on the couch. PJ takes a sip of his tea, “So, Doreen, how have you been?" PJ asks, trying to keep the conversation light. "I've noticed you've been a bit... distant lately." "Busy, PJ," Doreen responds with a sigh, her eyes never leaving PJs, she puts her hand into one of her pockets and pulls out a wad of crisp, clean thick white paper handkerchiefs, along with a small brown bottle. "Very busy, indeed," she says, her voice a soft purr that sends a shiver down PJ's spine. She pours a clear liquid from the bottle onto the wad of tissues, watching as they absorb the fluid greedily. She then folds the thick white tissues in half ensuring that the outer layer is dry to the touch. "I've had my hands full with... patients," she says, her voice trailing off as her eyes to meet PJ's gaze. "But tell me, PJ," she continues, her tone taking on a more playful edge, "have you been enjoying the little treats you've been taking from my house?" PJ's eyes widen in shock as Doreen so casually brings up his tissue thefts. His cheeks flush a deep red, and he feels his stomach drop to the floor. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. The warmth from the tea feels suddenly cold in his stomach. He fidgets in his seat, the stolen tissues in his pocket feeling like a hot coal burning through the fabric of his track suit bottoms. “You know exactly what I mean PJ!, you’ve been stealing my paper handkerchiefs haven’t you?” Doreen says, knowing that she is making PJ feel u comfortable. "I-I just... I guess I noticed they were nice, that's all, but I didn’t take any I swear" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The room seems to shrink around him, the air thick with tension. He's not sure if he should confess or try to play it off, but Doreen's gaze is unwavering, her eyes piercing through his lies like a scalpel through soft flesh. Doreen's smile widens, revealing perfectly straight, white teeth. "Oh, PJ," she coos, her voice thick with fake pity. "You really shouldn't lie to Mommy." She moves closer to him, the tissues in her hand now fully saturated with the chloroform held within. "But it's alright," she whispers, leaning in so her breath tickles his ear. "I've been watching you, and I know exactly what you need." With surprising speed and strength for a woman her size, Doreen presses the thick white paper handkerchiefs to PJ's face covering his mouth and nose, her hand firm and unyielding. The harsh smell of chloroform fills his nostrils, and his vision starts to swirl. “Mmmmmpppphhhhhfffff PJ cries into the tissues covering his mouth and nose, as Doreen smiles, she reveals in her actions and she can feel herself getting excited, wet even! "You're going to be my special patient now," she murmurs, her grip tightening as his struggles take hold. "And we're going to have so much fun together in the nursery." PJ can’t believe what is happening, why is Doreen trying to kidnap him? PJ fights with all his strength trying to break free from Doreen’s grip. But his attempt to escape her clutches are useless. He inhales the chloroform vapours, it starts to sap his power. PJ tries to fight with all of his strength, but Doreen is equal to his resolve. His eyes start to roll back in his head, and his body starts to go limp as the drug takes hold. “Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby, tthhhhhhaaaatttssss riiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhttt, gggooooooo tttttooooooo sssslllllleeeeeeeeeeeeppppppp!!!!” the last thing he feels is the crisp but softness of the tissues against his face as he drifts off to la la land.

Great story - loving the mentions of handkerchief from Nanny and especially Tissues to be put out - big things for me! Cant wait for the next parts !

The New Charge - Chapter 3 Groggily I started to awake from my ordeal. I wasn’t sure where I was at first, thinking that I may have had a heavy night and was waking up in my bed. However, I soon realised previous events as I went to wipe something that was covering my eyes. I found that my right arm would not move, I then I tried my other arm to find that that was immobile too! Realising that I was blindfolded I attempted to sit up, but found that as well as my arms restrained, my wrists, ankles, thighs, waist and torso were all secured. I could tell that I was naked - I had been kidnapped (And I had no idea why.) “HEEEEELLPPP!!! HEEEEELLPPP!!! HEEEEELLPPP!!!” I shouted. Suddenly I heard movement, I turned my head towards the sound. “Help me, please!” I pleaded to whoever was now beside me. Suddenly, something was forcibly inserted into my mouth, before I had a chance to react the object was strapped into place behind my head. “Mmmppphhff, Mmmppphhhff!” I complained into the now very effective gag, that felt like a rubber bulb filling my mouth. The blindfold was removed and it took me some time to adjust to the bright lights filling the room. “Mmmpphhff!” I continued to complain. Once my eyes had adjusted to the light, I was now able to see my abductoress. It was Amber, in any other circumstances I would be thinking how lucky I was to be in her presence, she looked stunning, Amber looked very sexy and was wearing a crisp white nurses uniform! “I’m sure your wondering what the devil is going on PJ aren’t you dear?” Amber questioned as I responded “mmmppphhfff!” Though my gag. “Don’t worry sweetheart, your find out very shortly - MUM HE’S AWAKE!” Amber said to me before calling her mother. Within moments I turned towards the white door as I I heard it open and in walked Ambers mother. Again I was dumbstruck by her beauty, like her daughter, Victoria was also dressed in a nurses uniform, only hers was navy blue in colour. “How’s our precious baby doing?” Victoria asked Amber, as she entered and shut the door behind her. “I was just about to explain to PJ what’s happening to him. Amber replied. “Oh good, I’m glad that I haven’t missed anything!” Victoria said as she smiled wickedly at my restrained form. “PJ!” Amber firmly said, prompting me to turn my head and face her. “We’ve selected you darling, we’ve selected you to become our baby! I know that it doesn’t feel like it now, but I assure you that you’ll come to appreciate just how lucky you are to become our baby! I’m going to be your new mummy and this is going to be your new nanny!” Amber said as she motioned towards her mother and then smiled down at me. I tried desperately to break free of my bonds by struggling with all of my strength, but the restraints easily held me. “Look around darling!” Amber continued and as I did so I could see that these women were not messing around. “Your in a nursery sweetheart, a nursery created just for you!” I looked around dumbfounded as Amber continued to explain to me her and her mother’s intentions. “You’ve got your very own cot, changing station and high chair. You’ve got your very own wardrobe, full of different outfits and a never ending supply of nappies, wipes, powder, baby oil and tissues. We’ve even got a special collection of special toys just for you!” Amber stated as I surveyed the room. Amber was right, the room looked exactly like a nursery, only this nursery was designed for an adult. The cot was white in colour as were the other pieces of furniture. I could see that the carpet was very thick and dark pink. The walls were also white, giving the room a bright clean look. Victoria walked over towards one of the many glass cabinets on the wall and opened it. I watched as she retrieved a thick white object. As she returned I could clearly see that she was carrying a thick white disposable nappy. “Time to get you dressed sweetie!” Amber said. I looked down my body and realised for the first time that as well as being completely naked, my body hair had also been removed! “Mmmmppphhhfff, Mppphhhhff!” I again complained. Amber could tell that I had discovered my new found nakedness. “Ohhhhhh, stop fussing darling, babies don’t have hair down there and now neither do you! It’s easier to clean you this way precious!” She said as she moved towards a trolley beside me. I watched Amber as she picked up a wad of thick white paper handkerchiefs from one of the many piles laid upon the trolley top. She then retrieved a brown glass bottle sat next to the paper hankies and unscrewed its lid. Victoria returned to my side and placed the nappy between my feet, she then reached behind my head. I watched Amber as she gently poured a small amount of the brown bottles contents into the thick white tissue pad within her hand. She reapplied the bottles lid before picking up some more paper hankies and placing them over the wad of tissues that she had treated with the liquid (meanwhile Victoria had unsecured the strap holding my gag in place.) In unison, Victoria removed my gag and Amber thrusted the paper handkerchiefs over my mouth and nose. “Mmmmppphhhff, Mmmmppphhhfff!” I complained into the thick white tissues covering my mouth and nose. “It’s ok darling, just breathe through mummy’s special paper hankies, I promise they will make you feel better!” Amber told me as she looked into my shocked eyes. “Mmmmppphhf, mmmmppphhhf!” I again screamed as I was forced to inhale through the drugged laced tissues. I tried to turn my head from side to side to dislodge the paper hankies covering my mouth and nose. But this was to no avail, as Amber simply continued with her strong grip and moved her hand with my struggles. “That’s it PJ be a good boy for mummy, breathe it in!” Amber said. Again and again I was forced to inhale the drug and it stated to effect me. I started to become light headed, slightly dizzy and definitely sluggish and dopey. Amber was right in one sense, I did kind of feel better, but only in the respect that I now just didn’t care what was happening, I was drugged, I was under the influence of this chemical and could not do a thing about it. “I think he’s ready darling!” Victoria said to Amber, as Victoria looked into my glassy drugged eyes. Amber reached into her pocket and pulled out a leather holder gag. She used this by placing it over the paper hankies that covered my mouth and nose, she then strapped the buckle behind my head. The leather holder gag was designed to ‘hold’ the paper hankies in place over my airways, thus allowing Amber the freedom to get on with other tasks. I watched both women in my drugged state as they unsecured my ankles from the straps attached to the changing table, raised them in unison and re-secured them to cuffs that were attached to a spreader bar located hanging above my legs. I watched in horror as Amber picked up two fully filled syringes from the trolley beside me. “I’m afraid this might be a little uncomfortable for you PJ! I’m going to give you a couple of injections, I assure you that these have been fully tested and you won’t come to any harm!” Amber stated as she prepared for the first injection. “Mmmmppphhhhffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!” I cried hoping for a reprieve, but it was not to be. Amber definitely plunged the needle of the first syringe into my left bollock! “MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!” I screamed in pain as I felt the drug enter my ball, it was a cold sensation that can only be described as brain freeze but in your balls! Even with the chloroform laced paper hankies numbing my senses the pain was immense! “I know darling, I’m sorry, but it’s necessary for your training sweetheart!” Amber replied to my discomfort. She then prepared the next syringe and looked into my horrified eyes, “these will help you to produce more sperm darling, Nanny and I want you to be able to give us as much cummies as you can whenever we decide and this drug will help you to do that!” Amber stated before plunging the next needle into my right bollock. “MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!” I again screamed in the pain of the drug entering my ball was again present. “Nanny and I are going to nappy you now sweetheart, I know that this is all very strange to you, but I promise it’s for the best!” Amber told to me as the women easily raised my bottom and slipped the thick white disposable nappy under me. “Mmmpphhff, mmmppphf!” I groaned into the thick white drugged laced tissues effectively gagging me. I watched, unable to escape my predicament as both women retrieved several thick piles of white paper handkerchiefs from the trolley, beside the changing station. They then went to work, generously spreading large amounts of the paper hankies around my groin and nappy area. I noticed Victoria smile as she staffed a large quantity between my buttocks, using her finger to ensure that a few of the paper hankies were pushed into my rectum! Amber meanwhile pulled back my foreskin and wrapped a pile of the hankies over my member, that had now betrayed me and had become erect. Once the ladies were happy that they had sufficiently covered my genitals with the thick paper hankies, they each took a corner of the disposable nappy and pulled it up over my now raging penis, they held the nappy to my hips and then used the nappy tapes to secure the thick garment into place. Mmmpphhff, Mmppphhff, Mmmppphhff!” I cried as I struggled against my bonds to try and get free, realising that these women were serious about babying me and had now easily put me into a nappy! Victoria then moved away from the changing station, only to quickly return carrying a pair of thick plastic pants. She placed the Smokey clear plastic pants onto the changing station, before both women slipped them underneath the thick nappy and secured them over me using the poppers attached. “There you go sweetheart! Your all nice and nappied now! Doesn’t that feel better?” Amber questioned. “Mmmmphf!” I managed to groan, I was now completely drugged, I stopped struggling due to the chloroform within my system. “I think we should put him down for a nap darling! We need the drug to get into his system!” Victoria told her daughter. I was now starting to drift off into unconsciousness, I was vaguely aware to my bonds being removed and the sensation of being lifted and then laid down before I passed out (the women had used the nursery hoist to move me from the changing station and into the adult sized cot, before securing me once more.)

Chapter 2 Amber led me into the living room of the large house that she had taken me to. Amber proceeded to unbutton her blouse, revealing her voluptuous bosoms held firmly within her sexy black bra. I had met Amber at a bar few weeks ago, we had hit it off from the start and seemed to get on well over the last few weeks of encounters that we had engaged. We must have gotten on pretty well, as she had now invited me back to her place. Strangely, Amber had warned me to keep the noise down when we entered the house, to ensure that we didn’t wake her mother. I thought this to be a little weird given Ambers age, but I eagerly agreed to Ambers request, knowing that I was onto a sure thing. Amber sat down in the armchair and guided me in front of her, I knelt down in front of her and started to kiss her deeply. This was great Amber (a brunette) was in her mid-thirties and could definitely be described as a looker! We were touching and kissing, it just felt right, I was definitely turned on, but suddenly, I felt a presence in the room. I stopped kissing Amber and looked at her. “I’m sorry!” Amber said with a smile. With that an arm emerged pass my head and stopped in front of my face. Confused, I looked at the hand in front of me which was holding a wad of white paper handkerchiefs “What’s going onmmmmppphhhff???!!!!” I attempted to question, but the hand quickly moved towards my face and clamped over my mouth and nose. “Mmmppphhhfff!” I cried into the thick wad of white tissues now covering my mouth and nose. I attempted to raise my arms to remove the paper hankies, but Amber took hold of my wrists tightly, preventing me from lifting them. “Ssssshhhhhhhh PJ! Don’t panic, everything’s going to be alright,” Amber said with a knowing smile. I took my first breath through the paper handkerchiefs and was immediately hit with a strong chemical smell, it was harsh and I could tell instantly that the a paper handkerchiefs contained something within them. “Mmmppphhhhf, mmmppphhhff!” I cried, realising that something was seriously wrong, I was in danger, why was this happening to me? I desperately tried to struggle and fight off whoever was applying the paper hankies to my face. But with Amber holding my wrists and the second assailant holding the tissues firmly over my mouth and nose, they were easily able to contain my attempts of escape. “Mmmmppphhhf, mmmppphffff!” I groaned whilst trying to desperately break free. I had no choice but to continue inhaling the drug that was contained within the paper handkerchiefs. The drug contained within the paper hankies was now starting to effect me, I was starting to weaken and was feeling dizzy and even sleepy. My vision was begining to blur, but I still tried to escape my predicament. However, the more I struggled and tried to escape, the quicker my strength deserted me. My kidnapper (Victoria, that had expertly applied the drugged paper hankies over my mouth and nose,) gently pulled me backwards. As I followed her movement, Amber continued to keep hold of my wrists. I still tried to struggle, but I could not stop this assault and could not use my hands to help me. As I lay on my back, upon my kidnappers lap (with my legs folded beneath me,) I looked upwards to see my other abductor. To my surprise - My kidnapper was an older woman - I recognised her - I remembered her, I had chatted to her at the bar a few weeks ago. She had bobbed blond hair and was in her late fifties and dare I say it, even in these circumstances, she looked stunning. “Oh Amber, he’s perfect!” Victoria said as I looked upwards.” Mmmmmmppppphhhhff!” I cried into the gag as I continued to try and struggle, I could not escape the paper hankies covering my mouth and nose as I was held too tightly. “Oh don’t worry darling we’re going to take very good care of you sweetie!” Victoria said to me as she smiled down at me. I again cried into the paper hankies “mmmppphhhff!!” I inhaled the drug once more and as I did so the room started to spin, no matter how hard I tried to escape their clutches I was trapped. “Mmmmppphhhhff, mmmppphhhf, mmmppphhhf!”I cried into the paper handkerchiefs smothering my airways. I looked into the older lady kidnappers eyes as she smiled down at me, “Shhhhhhhhhh baby, just breathe through nanny’s tissues, your all ours now!” My abductress said as I lost my fight and drifted into unconsciousness.

The New Charge Prologue Amber had decided to take the plunge! For years she had drifted in and out of the fetish scene hoping to find that special someone that would make her world complete. She wanted a male, a male to dominate and control, but none of her previous conquests had measured up to her dominant desires. She really wanted to force her partner (or victim), but within the fetish scene, her conquests had actually wanted what she was offering, in one form or another. But, it wasn’t the same if they wanted it, she wanted to actually force them! Amber Anderson was a professional - or that’s how she would have been described by many. From a relatively average upbringing, Amber had made her mark on the world. She was the daughter of a single mother that was a determined head strong woman, who had brought her up to be both assertive and independent. Amber had excelled at university and worked hard at her career. The scientist had changed the face of the pharmaceutical industry forever. She had developed many drugs over her career that had changed the medical landscape - the added bonus for her was that it had made her a very wealthy woman. In her twenties and now in her mid-thirties she had not had the time for a relationship (and wasn’t sure that she had even wanted a conventional one!) She had instead, concentrated on one night stands or short term arrangements, mostly centred around her fetishes and desires to dominate and control. These liaisons primarily involved her restraining and forcing her fetishes onto her partners. She had enjoyed dressing them up, role playing with them and humiliating her charges. Amber was now thirty five years old and was ready to focus on her personal life and personal goals. Amber had a strong relationship with her mother who was also (shall we say kinky) into domination of men. Victoria who herself was a successful woman in her own right, (owning a fetish equipment and clothing business,) had always supported her daughter wherever she could. Now that Amber had effectively retired she now shared her large lavish home with her mother Victoria. Amber had always thought her own sexual orientations had rubbed off onto her from her mother, they must of done. From as long as she could remember her mother had installed into her the importance of dominating men. Six months ago the women were openly discussing their sexual encounters (this was nothing new, Amber and Victoria were more like friends, rather than mother and daughter and neither were shy coming forward!) They had no issue with openly discussing their sexuality, liaisons and fantasies. Both openly liked to dominate, especially men. Whilst Victoria was heavily into the bondage, specialised fetishes and the medial fetish scene, Amber had strong desires towards age play. She also had a fetish for paper handkerchiefs, which was strange as she had discussed this with Victoria and so did her mother. Specifically, Amber wanted to baby a man - she had the aspiration to be a mummy but not in its natural sense, no, she wanted to reduce a man to be her very own plaything. She had an almost fascination in thinking how much fun it would be, to reduce a male to infancy, her mother was also very open to the scenario, even encouraging her daughter (with her own ideas on how to control the captive.) During this conversation Amber beached the subject of the idea to kidnap a male, for both women to keep for their own pleasure. Incredibly Victoria was not shocked in any way and admitted that she had often thought of this herself - and so it was agreed between the mother and daughter that they would work together to plan and kidnap their victim. Chapter 1 Unbeknownst to myself, I had been watched and investigated for months. Amber had initially selected me after trawling through various bars and then had eventually decided to proceed. She had even sent her mother Victoria to interact with me on one occasion, where I had actually bought her a drink. I had chatted with her for half an hour or so (During this time she was busy gathering important information, about my background, home life situation, friends and work contacts etc, to see if I was suitable.) Victoria had even managed to copy my phone contents onto a device for further inspection. Victoria was so excited when she delivered her assessment to Amber. “He’s the one, I’ve checked him out, he has no family, no real friends and a zero contract job. No one will miss him, we’ll contact his landlord to pay off his remaining rent and state he’s going off travelling. We can also send a resignation letter to his employer saying the same thing!” Victoria was also excited as she handed over my phone contents to Amber and advised her daughter how I had paid particular attention, when she had purposely made ‘a big thing’ about searching through her handbag for her own mobile telephone and had laid a wad of crisp white paper handkerchiefs on the table. “He couldn’t resist but help me by passing them back to me once I’d located my phone, I know its silly, but I cant wait until my tissues touch him again! Although this time he’ll never know what hit him!” Amber laughed as she imagined her mother forcing her special paper handkerchiefs onto their selected victim! It was now time to initiate the final part of the trap. Over the next few weeks Amber started to attend the bar where PJ frequented. She didn’t go in all guns blazing, but eventually she had PJ exactly where she wanted. He had often bought her a drink and chatted with her, but now it was time.

Part 5 Cathy removed the thick white paper handkerchiefs from my mouth and nose. She smiled down at my sleeping form, pleased with how she was starting to control me. Un-taping my nappy she removed and disposed the dirty ejaculated tissues within and cleaned my groin with baby wipes. She then used the talc powder, sprinkling it over my clean penis and bald groin. Cathy rubbed the powder in, before she wrapped more fresh paper hankies around my manhood and groin. She saw the butt plug and couldn’t resist twisting it before she then pulled up the front of the nappy and taped the bulging nappy closed. She rubbed the outside of my plastic prison, feeling my member within, “there’s a good boy! Mummy’s going make sure that you don’t have to worry about anything again!” Cathy spoke to my sleeping form. Cathy unsecured my bonds and placed some thick leather mittens over my hands, she then kissed my forehead and left the nursery. I groggily came too, after a few minutes I realised that although I was well padded I was not gaged or secured to the cot. Had Cathy forgot to restrain me? I thought as I looked around. I noted that my hands were in some kind of mittens and as I stood up found that my hands were restricted, there was no way I could remove the bulky tissue filled nappy. I made my way to the nursery door knowing that it would probably be locked, but to my surprise, when I awkwardly used my mittened hands to push down the handle the door opened. I had butterflies in my stomach as I concluded that I may actually have a chance of escape. I slowly peaked around the corner of the doorway and found the staircase empty. I started to creep up the stairs very slowly, stopping every so often to make sure the quiet creeks under my feet had not been identified. Once at the top of the stairs I surveyed the lounge area - the coast was still clear and I could see the front door across the room. I decided to make a bolt for it I moved across the room as quickly as possible, however the bulkiness of the nappy made my movements unnatural, having to waddle as I did so. I reached the front door and managed to pull the middle lock catch over, however the door did not open.i started to panic as I noted the top and bottom dead locks were closed. I reached up to the top one and managed to use my thickly mittened hand to push it over. When I bent down to repeat the procedure again with the bottom lock, I noticed that it was also pushed down and no matter how hard I tried, the stupid mittens prevented me from lifting the bolt up and pushing it over. Cathy silently grinned to herself as she watched my futile attempts of escape from the top of the first floor stairs. Of course she hadn’t ‘forgot’ to restrain me, it was all part of Cathy’s plan, to see if I would behave or to see if I would try to escape. Cathy knew of course that I would try to escape, in fact she was counting on it. Cathy quietly removed a wad of thick white paper hankies from her pocket and applied the familiar chloroform drug to then from the brown vile that she placed knowingly with the tissues. After placing the vile back in her pocket, Cathy silently advanced down the stairs towards me. Cathy was like a cat stalking her pray as I desperately attempted to undo the bottom deadlock. Before I had my indication that Cathy was behind me she was there. As I was desperately fiddling with the lock, I saw the thick white paper hankies emerge in the corner of my right eye and move in front of my face. “NNNOOOOMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFF!! I cried as the paper hankies were brought back towards my face and were forced over my mouth and nose. “Oh dear Babykins, I really hoped that you’d be a good boy, but it seems you just don’t know how to be a good boy now do you?!” Cathy mocked me inherit sweet sickly patronising voice. “Mmmmppppphhhhhhhhfffff, Mmmmpppphhhhfffff!” I cried into the gag, as I inhaled the sick sweetly chemical once more. “That’s right my precious, breathe in mummy’s special medicine and have a nice little nap. I knew that you were the right one for me PJ, even dyer I watched you stumble back drunk after that lads night out! I knew that with a little tweak her and there that you’d be the perfect baby that I’ve always wanted!” Cathy whispered into my ear as I started to succumb to the paper laced handkerchief drugged gag covering my airways. “Mmmmpppphfff!” I tried to reply. “I know that you don’t believe me, but I really do have your best interests at heart! But I’m afraid I will have to punish you! You did try to leave mummy! That baby is just not allowed!” Cathy stated. “Mmmmmmppppjhhffffgf!” I cried as my legs buckled. I was now laying on my kidnappers lap as she effortlessly held her paper hankies in place! “Mummy is going to get you back to the nursery sweetheart and when you wake up from your ikkle nap I’m going to show you why mummy always knows best! “Mmmmpppphhhhhfff! Mmmmmppphhhpppffff! Mmmmmmppphhhhhffff! I cried s the chloroform did its work. “Ssssssshhhhhhh baby! Mummy’s got yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuu!” These were the last words that I heard before I feel into unconscious.

Part 4 The wand was relentless as it continued to stimulate my member through its padded prison. “Who’s mummy’s special baby boy?” Cathy coed, as she stroked the side of my face. “Mmmppphhhff!” I tried to complain as I struggled against my restraints nearing climax. It’s was all too much, I could not escape the vibrations massaging my member. “Mmmppphhhff! Mmmppphhhff!” I cried into the drugged tissues as I felt myself explode into the waiting tissue filled nappy. “Good baby!” Cathy said as she removed the wand from my nappy area. I watched her place it on the trolley as I breathed heavily though the drugged tissues, I was struggling to keep my eyes open now as the chloroform vapours were taking effect. “I’ll leave you to rest now sweetheart , you’ve had a hectic few hours haven’t you?” Cathy said as she kissed me on my forehead and moved out of view. I continued to test my restraints, moan and struggle as the chloroform took hold, soon I was fast asleep in my drugged slumber. I awoke with a start, my stomach was rumbling, it took me a while to understand where I was, but realising my limbs were immobilised and with the tissues gagging my speech , I soon was alert to my predicament. Almost immediately that I had become aware of my situation both my bladder and bowels gave way. I screamed into my gag as my hot urine escaped my body, but worse was to come, I had no control! My bowels just emptied! I tried to stop it by clenching my arse cheeks but the tissues between them prevented the closure (not that it made much difference to the outcome.) the warm mess warmed my nappy, there was nothing I could do. I laid in my mess for what seemed hours, I was now feeling quite sorry for myself. I had even started to sob. I now realised that nobody knew where I was, I am being held captive by a woman that I hardly know and she was in complete control. I had no idea how many hours had passed - I was now just hoping that somebody would rescue me. Then I heard the lock open, I turned my head as I heard the footsteps enter the room. I could not see the figure, but in my heart, I knew it was Cathy once again. “Hello gorgeous! Does baby need a change?” Cathy said as she placed her hand on my fore head. “Mmmppphhhfff!” I complained. Cathy simply wiped the tears from my eyes with a few tissues. I watched as she then put on a pair of latex gloves. I again struggled against my bonds, but to no avail. The sickening realisation and reality of my predicament hit home to me - Yes I had been abducted! Yes I wanted to be free - but yes, I also wanted to be out of this dirty nappy! “Of course you do! Let’s get you all nice and freshly nappied!” Cathy said. It didn’t take Cathy long to attach my legs to the hoist and raise them up. I felt so humiliated as Cathy opened up and removed my nappy as well as its dirty contents, she used the baby wipes to clean me up, wiping the mess that Cathy had ensured I had expelled. Soon she had me clean and exactly how she envisaged, her charge should be, before placing a fresh nappy on them (baby clean!) Cathy retrieved a thick white disposable nappy, opened it out and slid it underneath my bottom. “Mmmmppphhhfff!” I moaned, but Cathy ignored my pleas. She glided across the room and retrieved a black rubber butt plug from one of the cabinets. Returning to my side she applied some lube to it before swiftly shoving it into my rose bud. “Mmppphhhfff!” I groaned as I felt the intruder enter me. Cathy then padded out the fresh nappy with fresh paper handkerchiefs and pulled back my foreskin, wrapping a wad around my member. Cathy smiled at her handy-work, before pulling up the front of the thick nappy and taping it closed. “There, there baby mummy is here to look after you sweetie! Are you hungry baby?” Cathy asked as she removed the old chloroformed laced tissue gag. I gasped the fresh air afforded to me, but didn’t have much time to answer as Cathy zipped down her nurses uniform, unclipped her bra and forced her bosom to my lips. From nowhere Cathy produced a wad of paper handkerchiefs and encased my nose with them, forcing me to inhale through the thick white tissues. “Now be a good baby and suck mummy’s bosom sweetheart and no biting otherwise your be in big trouble!” Cathy commanded. As I inhaled though the tissues I could tell they were laced with something, but not the sleepy chloroform I had been accustomed too. As I naturally opened my mouth, the large bosom was forced between my lips and sat perfectly within my mouth. I thought about bitting it, but restrained as I was I decided it was a bad idea. “Suck baby!” Cathy commanded again. Inhaling the strange chemical within the tissues forced over my nose I started to suck Cathy’s breast as instructed. After a few sucks I was shocked as liquid started to fill my mouth and trickle down my throat! I tried to pull away, but Cathy used the tissues to pinch my nose, “”Don’t fight me, swallow mummy’s milk baby!” Cathy said. I had no choice but to do as I was told! Soon I was sucking in a rhythm and was enjoying my kidnappers milk that was flowing into my mouth and down my throat. Unbeknownst to me the drug contained within the paper handkerchiefs covering my nose was a concoction designed to make me crave Cathy’s nectar! ( her milk that she had ensured that she could produce for her captive.) I continued to drain my kidnappers bosom for about ten minutes, until Cathy decided that I had - had enough. She pulled her breast away from me, even though I tried to stay latched on. “That’s enough for now baby!” Cathy removed the paper handkerchiefs covering my nose and I watched her as she put her voluptuous breasts back into her bra and zipped up her uniform. She then picked up some fresh paper handkerchiefs from the trolley behind my head and applied something (her chloroform) to them before wrapping more tissues over the damped area. “It’s time for beddy byes now Babykins!, you’ve had quite a day haven’t you?” Cathy surmised as she stroked my forehead. I new that she was about to knock me out, but was confused after having my feed, I knew that this was wrong but part of me had enjoyed my new mummy feeding me. “Please, I don’t understand what’s going on!” I pleaded with Cathy. “It’s ok baby! Mummy is here!” Cathy tried to comfort me as I watched her raise the paper handkerchiefs above my head. “NOOOoommmmmmppppphhhhhfffffffffff! I cried as Cathy forced the thick white tissues over my mouth and nose. I tried to turn my head from side to side, but my new mummy was in complete control and held the paper handkerchiefs over my mouth and nose with ease. Cathy started to rub the front of my nappy with her spare hand. I could not help but become excited by her actions and was soon hard as a rock. “Oh baby! I know, it’s so exciting isn’t it!” Mummy Cathy said as she felt my rock hard member straining against the confine of my tissue filled nappy. “Mmmmppphhhfff! Mmmmppphhhfff!” I screamed as She continued to abuse me. I was now breathing heavily as I was nearing climax, but the chloroform was sending me deeper into my slumber! “Good baby! There’s a good boy!” Mummy Cathy teased as I could not not stop myself, the tingling within my loins were too much and I exploded into my nappy prison. “Good boy!” Cathy said as she felt my ejaculation. “Go to bub byes now darling!” Cathy said, stroking my head as she kept the drugged tissues firmly over my mouth and nose. “Mmpphhhff!” I moaned as I looked up at my kidnapper. My eyes started to flutter as the drug was taking effect. “Ssssshhhhhhhhh baby, thaaaaaatsssss riiiiigggghhttttt mummy’s got you!” Cathy whispered as I fell unconsciousness.

Part 3 I regained consciousness, it took me a while to realise what ya happened. At first I thought that I had awoken in my own bed, but as soon as I started to try and move, it dawned on me. I did not have free movement. Why couldn’t I lift my arms and on further investigation my legs? Then I remembered - Cathy! As I opened m eyes and looked down I could see that I was strapped down in the large oversized cot and I was completely naked. Including all of my body hair - that bitch had removed my hair! I lstarted to struggle with all my strength, but the restraints afforded me little if any movement. “HELP! HELP! HELP!!!!!!!!!” I shouted attempting to alert someone to rescue me. Moments latter I heard the key turn in the door lock, I turned my head to see Cathy enter the nursery wearing a white nurses uniform. “HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPP!” I screamed as she closed the door behind her. “Tut, tut, tut PJ! You just haven’t learnt anything yet have you?” Cathy said as she approached the cot. She immediately picked up the brown bottle and some of the paper handkerchiefs that had been prepared and left on the chest drawers behind the cot. “Noooooo! Please not again Kathy!” I begged as she begun pouring the chloroform into the tissues. “I’m afraid that your not being a very good boy are you?” She replied with a wicked grin. “Ok, Ok, I’ll be good Cathy, I promise!” I quickly replied hoping Cathy would relent. Cathy placed the cap back onto the chloroform bottle and placed it on the table, then picked up some more paper handkerchiefs and wrapped them around the drugged ones. “You haven’t been listening though baby, have you? You do not address me as Cathy any more, no sweetie, it’s Mummy to you!”Cathy said as she placed her free hand to my forehead and thrusted the white paper hankies over my mouth and nose. “Mmmmmppphhhffff!” I cried, as yet again I was forced to inhale through my kidnappers drugged paper handkerchiefs. “It’s ok sweetheart, I know this seems extreme at the moment, but in time you will come to accept that mummy knows best!” Cathy advised as I looked at her smiling down at me while looking over the white tissue gag now sapping my strength. “Mmmmmppphhhfff, Mmmmpppphhhfff, Mmmmmppphhhhfff!” I continued to complain and struggle as I was drugged yet agin by my abductress. Eventually my struggles subsided as the drug took effect. Cathy pulled out a black leather holder gag from her nurses uniform pocket and proceeded to lay it over the paper hankies covering my mouth and nose. She then secured the buckle behind my head before walking to one of the glass cabinets on the wall. Out of my view Cathy retrieved one of the many adult disposable nappy’s and bottle of suppositories. Returning to the cot, Cathy put the items onto the trolley and put on some latex gloves. “Are you excited sweetheart? This will be your first nappy of many!” Cathy said as she released the restraints holding my ankles to the cot and attached them to the bar that she pulled down from the ceiling. I could do nothing as the pulley raised the bar long with my legs leaving me exposed. “Mmmppphhff” I groaned as I watched Cathy open up the huge nappy and slide it under my rear end. She then proceeded to squirt some lube from a receptacle attached to the trolley onto her latex gloved hands. “You may find this a little uncomfortable darling!” Cathy said as I felt her fingers start to circulate my rosebud! “Mmmppphhff!” I groaned as I felt one of her fingers start to penetrate my anus. “It’s ok baby, trust mummy!” Cathy advised as she slowly lubricated my rectum. “Mmmpphhff!” I again complained into my paper hankie drugged filled gag as Cathy invaded me. She expertly inserted two suppositories before eventually retracting her finger. Cathy then went to work. Removing her gloves and disposing of them, she picked up a bottle of Johnson’s baby powder and deposited a large quantity into my groin area. As I continued to groan into and inhale the drugged vapours from my gag, Cathy rubbed the talc powder into my groin and around my anus. I was powerless and unable to resist as she coated my nether regions with the baby powder, my member however responded to her touch. Next Cathy grabbed some more paper handkerchiefs from the pile and laid them within the rear of the nappy, she took her time to ensure that she tucked some of them into the crease of my buttocks ,even pushing a few into my hole!! “Mmmpphhff!” I managed a small groan at this point, but Cathy did not take any notice of my complaint. I felt my rear end lower as Cathy lowered the hoist. She continued to pack my groin area with the fresh tissues from the pile on the trolley. Cathy pulled the foreskin back of my now hardened penis and wrapped some of the thick white paper handkerchiefs over it and all around my member. “Nearly done precious!” Cathy whispered into my ear before pulling up the front of my nappy and securing the tapes in place. She then attached my ankle restraints back to the cot - not that I could move them now in my current state. I was now laying in a completely docile state secured to an adult sized crib. I was also fully naked except for the tissue filled nappy that (I cant believe I’m thinking this,) my new mummy had placed me in! “There’s a good baby!” Mummy Cathy coed as she produced a magic wand from nowhere! She placed the wand against the front one my nappy and turned it on. (Buzzzzzzzzzzz) The vibrations immediately had my mummy’s desired effect on me. The vibrations made there way though the thick disposable white adult nappy and connected with my penis. The sensation of the magic wand acting upon my member and vibrating the paper handkerchiefs around it was intense. “Mmmmm!” I mustered a muffled groan as the pleasure inside my incased nappy prison increased.

Part 2 Slowly I awoke - I knew something had happened but could not work it out at first. I gradually opened my eyes and was immediately hit with the bright white LED lights shinning down. After acclimatising myself to the light within the room I lifted my head and could see my limbs secured to the table on which I lay. I tried to struggle free but found that the restraints were easily suffice to do their job. I then noted that I was completely naked, yes this mad bitch had not only drugged me but stripped me and secured me to this table. This was far too much for me to take in and I absolutely lost it. “HELP! HELP! HELP! HELP!!!!!” I shouted as loud as I could in the desperate belief that someone would come to my rescue. I continued to try and attract attention until a few minutes later I heard the lock of the door to my prison click open. Cathy had planned this for years, maybe not the specific victim, but she had definitely decided that she would convert one adult male into her personal babified slave. He would initially have had the freedom to do as he pleased. But by the time she had inflicted her treatment upon him that would be long gone. Cathy calmly walked into the nursery (as PJ would come to know it,) dressed in her clinical white nurses uniform. She could see that PJ was restless and was struggling against his bonds as he helplessly called for help. Cathy was well prepared and proceeded to walk over to one of the glass cabinets and open the door. “What have you done? Why are you doing this to me?” I angrily questioned her as I watched Cathy remove a large pile of paper handkerchiefs and brown bottle from one of the shelves. Cathy ignored my questions as she walked towards my bound body and placed the items onto a trolley close by. “LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I shouted. “Now, now PJ. I do not think that you are in any position to tell me what I should or shouldn’t be doing. Do you sweetie?” Cathy responded as I watched her pick up some of the paper handkerchiefs, open the brown bottle and pour some of its contents into the waiting wad. She screwed the cap back onto the bottle, before placing it back onto the trolley. “Have you worked it out yet precious?” Cathy asked as she picked up some more paper hankies and wrapped them around the chloroform laced ones. “Worked what out? That your a psycho!” I answered. “Oh dear PJ, you really do need retraining don’t you? No PJ, I am no psycho, I am your new mummy and that is how you will address me from now on! Your going to be my baby sweetheart!” Cathy said whilst looking into my eyes. “Your nuts!” I said as I started to pull at my restraints once again. “Don’t worry baby, mummy is going to take real good care of you and mummy’s special tissues are going to help you to accept your new role!” Cathy said holding up her hand with the drugged hankies within. I desperately started to struggle as Cathy stepped forwards with the paper hankies now raised and heading towards my face. “NO! NO MORE DRUGS!” I begged. But Cathy was not deterred and firmly clamped the hankies over my mouth and nose. “Mmmmmmpppphhhhfff” I cried as I immediately started to shake my head from side to side in an effort to dislodge Cathy’s grip. But she held the white tissues firmly in place and followed my movements, before using her free hand to steady my forehead, restricting my movements. As I inhaled the drug Cathy looked deep into my eyes “That’s right baby, breathe it in!” “Mmmmppphhhfff” I cried into the gag as I could now do nothing to stop this woman assaulting me, however something strange occurred to me even in this predicament. My penis started to twitch, and to my horror Cathy noticed this. “Owwwww, baby’s ickle tinkle is enjoying this isn’t he?” Cathy said. I responded “NNNMMPPHHH!” Trying to say no. But Cathy used this opportunity to her advantage. She removed her free hand from my forehead and took some more paper handkerchiefs from the trolley and wrapped them around my hardening penis, before proceeding to stroke me through them. “MMMMMPPPPPHHHHFFF!” I cried as I inhaled more of the drug and experienced the pleasure that Cathy was now paying to my member. “Ooohhhhhh, that’s it precious, show mummy how much you enjoy being my baby!” Cathy said while continuing to rub my now raging member. “Mmmmmppphhhhfff, Mmmmmmppphhhfff!” I cried, again pulling at my restraints, trying to stop this woman from assaulting me. But the drug was now starting to take effect and Cathy had me completely immobilised. “Ssssshhhh baby, you just be a good baby and let that cummies out for mummy!” Cathy coed. I couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations flowing through my penis as Cathy stimulated me. Whether the drugged tissues were adding to my enjoyment or not, I do not know, but they were certainly causing me to lose my strength. “Mmpphhf,” I could barely moan now as I neared orgasm. Cathy could tell that I was close, “That’s it precious, show mummy how much you enjoy her special tissues!” Cathy giggled. And that I did! As Cathy continued to to hold the chloroformed hankies in place over my mouth and nose and stimulate my manhood, I lost control. “Mmmpphhff,” I groaned as I erupted into her tissue filled palm. “Good boy!” Cathy said as she felt my load fill her tissues. She released her firm grip holding the paper handkerchiefs over my mouth and nose, but failed to remove the tissues themselves. I was now too drugged to move so had no choice but to continue breathing in the drugged vapours from the tissues still covering my airways. My eyes were starting to flutter and my vision was blurry. I felt Cathy turn her attention to my groin area. “Such a messy baby!” She coed as I felt her start to wipe up my mess with the dirty tissues and then disposed of them. Cathy then went to the sink and returned with a bowl full of water and wash cloth. I was now semi conscious as she proceeded to clean my groin area with the wash cloth and the rest of my body (from my neck down.) I was mildly aware of further actions, what Cathy was actually doing was applying hair remover all over my body, before using the wash cloth to simply wipe it away - along with my hair. At this point I lost consciousness.

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I watched from my front room window as the delivery men unloaded their removal lorry and transported the various objects into next door. I could not see who the new owner was, just the amount of furniture and boxes that were being taken into the house. Several days passed before I noticed her as I pulled up onto my driveway, my new neighbour was collecting a newspaper from her postbox. She was in her mid to late forties bobbed brown hair and was wearing a silver silk dressing gown, not leaving much to the imagination. “Hi nice to meet you, my names PJ,” I said introducing myself. My new neighbour replied with a smile. “Hi there PJ, I’m Cathy,” she said holding out her hand. I lightly shook her hand to greet her. From that point we started to chat regularly whenever we bumped into each other. I established that Cathy was now single and maybe been through some kind of breakup, but I didn’t push the issue and enjoyed the fact that I had not inherited a nightmare neighbour, but a friendly one. As the weeks went by I didn’t really speak with Cathy a great deal. I did however get a strange feeling that I was being watched by her (I didn’t have any proof and never saw her.) But, whenever I went to go out or returned I just had a funny feelings he was watching me. Cathy had moved to the area for a fresh start. She had not long broken up with someone that she had been seeing, but that was not the reason, Cathy was in fact the one that had called the relationship off. No, Cathy had moved to a new area so that she could initiate a life long dream. It was no coincidence that she had moved in next door to PJ, she had been stalking him for months. After purchasing the property she had ensured that all the necessary improvements had been completed before moving in, now the time had come to commence. BANG! BANG! BANG! My front door echoed. I had just got out of the shower and dried myself. Pulling on a pair of shorts I hurried downstairs to open the door. Stood in front of me was a frantic and slightly upset Cathy dressed in her silver silk dressing gown. “Oh PJ, please come quick something’s happening in my basement, please help me!” Cathy said while wiping a tear with a tissue. Unsure of what to expect I slipped on my trainers and grabbed a baseball bat and followed Cathy. “What is it?” I asked as we hurried to Cathy’s house. Once inside the front door Cathy shut it behind me, “I need you to look downstairs for me, please?” Cathy pleaded as she pointed to a wooden staircase. “Ok!” I responded as I gripped my bat and proceeded to head down the stairs towards a dark door at the bottom. Cathy was following me in close proximity. Upon reaching the lower floor I put my had to the door handle and pushed it down, simultaneously pushing the door open into the dark filled room. I edged in with Cathy still close behind me. Suddenly lights above my head were on and I was momentarily blinded by there brightness. Cathy’s plan had gone well this far and had managed to get her potential victim into position. After flicking on the light switch she grabbed a sealed see through bag from the side cabinet next to the doorway and opened it. She retrieved the thick white paper handkerchiefs that she had prepared earlier that were laced with her special chloroform concoction. I was stunned when my eyes adjusted to the light and I could see what was before me. The bright white tiled walled room was full to the brim with equipment. My brain was struggling to process what was laid before me. An adult sized cot, a changing table, large rocking horse, shower, glasses front cabinets upon cabinets full of items. I just didn’t understand why this would be here. I turned to ask Cathy what was going on. However at this point With the thick paper hankies firmly in her right hand Cathy circled my neck and applied them over my mouth and nose. “Mmmmmmppppppphhhffff,” I cried as the thick white crisp tissues formed a gag around my face. I was obviously in shock and dropped the baseball bat as Cathy expertly clamped the paper hankies over my mouth and nose. I inhaled almost instantly and was hit by the chemical smell that was held within. “Mmmmpppphhhhhfff” I cried again as I grabbed hold of Cathy’s hand holding the paper hankies in place. Cathy was well prepared for my attempt of escape and quickly used her knee to push into the small of my back to knock me off balance. As I found myself falling backwards into my assailant I inhaled again. This time the chemical within the tissues had Cathy’s desired effects and caused my head start to spin. I desperately started to struggle now, as I lay collapsed on the floor with Cathy directly behind me supporting my head and holding my hands away with one hand, whilst holding the thick paper hankies over my face with her other. “Mmmmppppppjhhhfff,” I complained as Cathy looked into my eyes. “Sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh! Baby it’s ok, mummy is going to take good care of you. Just relax and breathe in mummy’s special medicine Cathy responded as the drug started to really take effect. My head was spinning, my eyes were starting to blur, why would Cathy do this to me? I don’t have a lot of money and definitely do not have anyone who would pay a ransom. But what I didn’t know is Cathy know exactly who I was, she had done her homework and I was ‘her choice’ candidate. Drugged and confused I continued to struggle against my abductress, but this was in vain. Cathy now had me exactly where she wanted me. On the floor, the drug laced tissues in place and going nowhere! “Mmmppphhff” I cried again trying to question why, but Cathy was not moved. “It’s ok precious, mummy has planned this for a long time, you just need to be a good boy and go night nights! I know you don’t want too, but mummy knows best sweetheart, just relax baby and everything will be just fine, I promise!” Cathy stated as my eyes were now glasses over and I was falling into a drugged slumber. “Gooooood booooooy!”Cathy said as I drifted off into la la land.

Part 7 "Mmmppphhhffff!" I moaned into the chloroform laced tissues as I realised I was again trapped by Nanny. "There's no point in complaining my precious! You've got no one to blame but yourself for being so naughty and trying to escape, now you have to face the consequences!" Nanny said as I watched her retrieve her handbag and delve into it. "Mmmppphhhfff! Mmmppphhhff!" I cried as Nanny pulled out another strap-on. This one was bigger than the last and Nanny wasted no time in buckling it in place. "Mmmppphhhfff, mmmppphhhfff, mmmmppphhhfff!" I frantically pleaded as Nanny approached me and unsecured my outer diaper. Once this was removed Nanny had no trouble in rolling me over and into position on the sofa, for her to 'gain access' to the hole she had made earlier. I was now very dazed as a felt Nanny pull the butt plug out of my rear and smear some lube onto my rosebud, she then pressed her intruder to it. "Mmmppphhhffff!" A loud muffled groan escaped my gag as Nanny slid her strap-on home. "There's a good boy sweetie!" Nanny said as she firmly held me whilst slowly starting to rape me once more. "Mmmpphhff, mmmppphhff!" I cried as I lay drugged unable to stop Nanny. I could do nothing but breathe in the chloroform vapours, my senses started to slip away and Nanny continued my assault. My ears begun to ring as I could feel myself losing consciousness. Eventually my eyes rolled back and darkness was upon me. When I started to come back to my senses I realised that I was laying on my back with the front of my diaper being groped. I opened my eyes to find myself lying on Nannies lap and her smiling down at me. "Mmmppphhff, mmmppphhhff!" I cried as I realised my hands were strapped behind my back and my member strained against the tissues in my diaper. "There's a good boy, that's right let it all out for Nanny!" Victoria coaxed me as she continued to stimulate me. The tissues within my diaper were rubbing against my manhood as she continued to stroke me causing me to get very excited. "Mmmppphhhffff, mmmppphhff" only muffled groans escaped the tissues strapped over my mouth and nose as I tried to struggle and pull away from nanny. However, it was no use, nanny was easily able to keep me lying on her lap and continue to stimulate me, "Now, now babykins, be a good boy and do cummies for Nanny, you know what happened last time you were a naughty baby!" I glared at Nanny as I knew that I could do nothing else other than do as I was told. "Mmpphhf, Mmpphhf, mmmpphhff!" I groaned as I could feel myself nearing orgasm. "Good baby, let it out sweetie, there's a good boy!" Nanny again coed as I started to let go into my tissue filled diaper. After I had spent my load I lay across Nannies lap both in a docile and exhausted state due to my orgasm and drugging. Nanny removed my gag and pulled some fresh tissues from the box beside us. She clamped the thick white tissues over my nose and located my balls through the diaper. Giving them a light squeeze she spoke, "now then sweetheart, you've had quite a hectic morning haven't you, I want you to blow you nose into Nannies tissues and then you can have your feed. Having very little option, I blew my nose into the waiting tissues as Nanny had instructed. She then wiped my nose clean before inserting the teat of a large babies bottle into my mouth, giving me little choice but to swallow its contents as she looked smiling down at me.