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By babee_kay08 · Posted
WOW!!! My heart is beating fast giggles...so perfect! luv it!! -
By Crinklz Kat · Posted
Fried chicken and corn-on-the-cob. Time for another farmers market run too. -
Here's part two. Hope you like it. 😓😀 For the next two months, Franziska's routine was very much the same, much to her chagrin. She woke up in her crib every morning and would be fed breakfast by the Robot Nanny. Following that, she'd be placed in the Robot Nurse Maid, which would care for her while the Nanny cleaned up and did the maid duties that she had worked into her programming following Franziska's release from the nursery prison. After lunch, Franziska would be made to nap in the Nurse Maid. Once she woke up, the Nanny would place her in a baby walker, that had once been her coat rack, and allowed to walk around. The only difference was that her walker couldn't go through door frames thanks to its bulk, so she tended to be stuck in the living room, stuck watching preschool shows, which annoyed Franziska to no end. Over the two months, Franziska knew that whenever she needed to be changed after lunch, the Nanny would take her to a changing table and change her there. She also learned that there was a brief five seconds after her change where the Nanny would remotely call the walker to her that she could use to escape. She knew it was a slim chance, and she still looked utterly ridiculous, but she had to try for the sake of her sanity. She already struggled to re-potty train herself after the first mess. She feared that after this incident, she may never be able to use a toilet again. Franziska laid on the table as her diapers were wrapped around her waist and pinned on each side with two pins. Once the Nanny began calling the walker. Franziska then leapt off the table and ran for the door. She almost reached it before Nanny grabbed Franziska by the waist of her diapers. She was then pulled back towards the Nanny, whose eyes were blazing red. "Naughty baby!" The Robot Nanny said sternly. "Trying to run away. I didn't Wan to have to do this, but you've left me no choice." The walls of Franziska's apartment turned back to normal as well as the floor and ceiling before a swirl of microscopic machines swirled together and became a black machine that was only a foot away from touching the ceiling. Franziska was carried to the machine by the Nanny as a hatch in the front opened up. Franziska struggled, not sure what awaited her in the depths of this bizarre device created by the microscopic monstrosities that aided the Nanny in so easily trapping her in her own apartment. "It’s time for a little tough love." Nanny said as she dropped Franziska into the hatch. Franziska ended up falling into a chair with a hole in the seat, causing her diapered butt to sink through and trap her there. Even then, a strap at the headrest extended out and wrapped itself around Franziska's forehead, keeping her head in place, and another strap wrapped around her biceps, leaving her with only the ability to lift her forearms around, but little else. Suddenly, her seat turned upside down, and a pair of black mechanical arms with white gloves on them came from either side of Franziska and took turns spanking her. Franziska groaned, but in her position, she could do a little else. After fifteen minutes, Franziska began crying like a baby. Even through three diapers, the stinging pain of the rapid-fire spankings were unbearable. Finally, Franziska was turned right side up as she panted. She would have slouched down from sheer exhaustion, but the straps kept her completely upright. Just then, two more arms just like the first came down scrubbing brushes against a bar of soap. Before Franziska could close her mouth, one of the brushes began cleaning out her mouth, making her gag and kick her legs in desperation, the only thing that she could do. When that brush was finished, the second one got to work while the first began scrubbing the soap again. It wasn't until the soap was gone that the arms stopped, with bubbles spewing out of Franziska's mouth every time she took a breath. "This is towtuwe!" Franziska said, the excessive mouth cleaning having numbed her mouth to the point of having trouble speaking. "Wet me out wight now! I don't deserve to be a pwisoner in my own home!!" Just then a table filled with all of Franziska's favorite foods was brought down in front of her, and the straps around her biceps withdrew. Having had only Dr. Bridget Nurzey's special baby formula for two months, her desire for actual food overrode Franziska's sense of caution. She reached out for an apple strudel when an arm came out and punched Franziska in the face. Franziska groaned and spit out two teeth, much to her horror. She already knew that Nanny could fix her weight and hair, but she wondered if Nanny would be able to fix her teeth in four months when she was finally free. She held her arms back, trying to resist the food in front of her, but the desire for an actual meal was too strong. She moved for a slice of chocolate cake and got hit in the face again, even harder than before, leading to Franziska spitting out three more teeth. The pattern continued. Franziska would try to resist, but the promise of one of her favorite foods tempted her to reach for it, only to get punched in the face again and lose more teeth. Sometimes the punch was hard enough to knock out four, other times only one. The only thing that was consistent was that it took longer and longer for Franziska to give in until finally she waited long enough that the table was taken away, but by then, Franziska didn't have a tooth in her head. "Fis isn't faiw!" Franziska cried. "It’s my house! I should get to eat what I wike!!" As Franziska was crying, an arm came down with a baby bottle filled with what looked like chocolate milk. Franziska, guessing that the milk was actually laxatives, kept her mouth closed. However, another arm came down and held Franziska's nose. Eventually opening her mouth for air, the bottle was forced into her mouth, and a simple squeeze every few seconds from the first arm forced her to drink it down. When the bottle was emptied, and Franziska panted with relief until another bottle came up and was forced into her mouth before she could close it, and Franziska was forced to drink another bottle. Finally, Franziska was given one more bottle, and once that was done, her stomach churned ominously, ready to force her into another diaper change after only half an hour. At this, Franziska began crying harder than ever. Next, a cap with lights on either side was put on Franziska's head. Franziska looked confused before the wall in front of her turned into a video screen. It showed an image of her adult self using a toilet, like she should when the lights glowed red, and electric pulses coursed through Franziska's brain, correcting her thoughts on toilets. Next an image of her being changed by Nanny appeared, and Franziska knew that wasn't right when the lights glowed red again, and Franziska's brain got another jolt. When the images stopped for a moment, Franziska huffed over Nanny's reaction. Just because she changed her diapers regularly, it didn't make her a baby. She didn't even do anything wrong. Just then, the lights turned red, and Franziska got another jolt. Next the screen showed an image of Nanny. Franziska huffed at it before another jolt was shot through her brain. She looked at Nanny, confused as to why this image was being shown when she got yet another jolt. Franziska blinked at giggled at the picture of the Robot Nanny, her mommy. The only mommy she'd ever need. The lights glowed green this time, and mechanical arms tickled Franziska, making her giggle. Finally, the screen showed a single sentence. It read, "I committed assault and battery and deserve to be babied until Nanny says otherwise." "I committed assault and battewy and desewve to be babied until Mommy says oferwise." Franziska said before the lights glowed red again, and Franziska got another jolt that damaged her ability to talk. "Me huwt Judge, so me baby for Mommy now." Franziska could no longer read the screen, but she knew why she was here. She was a helpless little baby until Mommy said so. This left Franziska looking around, giggling stupidly and ignoring another ominous gurgle from her stomach. Franziska was then released from the chair and released from the machine by another chute that opened at the bottom, and Franziska slid out. The Robot Nanny looked at Franziska and saw from her drooling, toothless smile that the machine had done its work. She would easily be able to fix Franziska up thanks to a skeletal restoration pill that Dr. Nurzey had developed prior to her arrest and infantilization, and returning her mind to normal required a special jolt that only the Nanny could provide. Franziska was going to be a content happy baby for the next four months, a perfect deterant for the proud and professional Franziska von Karma. "How do you feel, Franny?" The Nanny asked with a smile in her voice. "Baby Fwanny wuvs Mommy." Franziska said giggling. The Robot Nanny picked her up smiling. Franziska was now the perfect baby for the perfect nursery. Able to re-educate a rebellious child on a whim and go back to being a room perfectly suited for a baby. The Robot Nanny carried Franziska to the changing table after seeing a look of discomfort on her face. As Franziska used her diapers and was expertly changed by the Nanny, the machine disassembled itself into the nanites that made it and returned to making the walls pink, the floor blue, and the ceiling green. Franziska was then set back into her walker, making her squeal with delight as she ran around the den, all her shattered pride left forgotten in the back of her mind. To be continued... -
I’ve mentioned it before but in my experience this phenomena is an infuriating part of the re-learning package. When I started to focus on my emerging bed-wetting, classifying a wet night as “success”, it stopped. The only thing that seemed to re-establish “progress” was to conclude defeat, forget about it and just wear (and enjoy) my night nappies anyway. Then it started to re-appear – typically with dreams at first. It took a while. It’s a lot easier to decide to think than decide NOT to think about something though! I still have pseudo-dry nights today but I suspect not so many. I know from long experience that I’ll typically (thanks to a de-conditioned bladder) need to pee three times per night. More often than not, the first of those pees (typically around 1am from experience) happens without me realising or remembering now. Then it's a question of how many of the other ones I might wake for. It's more a case of "I don't remember using my nappy and NOW look at it!" rather than "I've wet the bed!". -
By PeterLupus · Posted
I had my Botox injections in external urinary sphincter and in bladder neck, 100 units each. The injection involved one injection on the right and one on the left for each EUS and BN. The prep included lidocaine in urethra and bladder. I could feel all four of the injections when the solution was injected, and I could feel the needle go in at two locations. Not pleasant but also not too unpleasant. The feeling was different from Botox in the bladder wall. The injections in the Bladder wall felt more like electric shocks while the injections in EUS and BN felt like needle pokes. I will provide an update when I notice changes in my LUT's behavior -- or none. For those of you with an exhibitionist streak, you'll be glad to know that my experience was quite objectifying: over the course of an hour my penis was being handled by three different professionals (a nurse, a physician's assistant, and my urologist). It was draped but out in the open for most of that hour. Because of the copious amounts of lidocaine they used I could barely feel anything that was being done to me, so the disconnect between the visual and my body sensations was significant.
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