2011

I drilled a 2mm hole. Then wire buffed burrs. Then sanded with 600 grit paper. Its only a trial fit. If succesful, i build the next one out of pure stainless steel.

When Alice heard that her eyes lit up she never spanked someone before, the only thing she's ever actually spanked was her dolly Sissy, "You mean it mommy I get to give pankings to Emily?" Alice asked want to make sure she understood what she was hearing.

CHAPTER 2 DAY ONE "Ugh... Damn it, what the hell happened?" Reyna said as she opened her eyes. She tried to stand up, struggling a bit at first as she still felt disoriented. She began to look around and realized she was in a completely different place; she was no longer at home. "Shit, it wasn't a dream—I really was kidnapped... damn it all." She was lying on a normal-looking bed in a room of decent size—roughly thirty square meters, it seemed. The walls were painted white, matching the wardrobe; the door was hard to spot because it blended in with the wall, though she managed to locate it the moment it opened. A woman walked in from outside; she appeared to be in her forties and possessed a presence that seemed to fill the room before she even spoke a word. Standing nearly 1.75 meters tall, she cut an upright, commanding figure, accentuated by an impeccable posture that spoke of years of discipline and self-assurance. Her fair skin contrasted with her long brown hair, which fell naturally over her shoulders and back—carefully styled yet retaining a certain professional simplicity. Her face was serene, with defined features and a composed expression; there was no harshness in her manner, yet she exuded a quiet authority that was intimidating. Her gaze—firm and analytical—seemed accustomed to observing every detail before passing judgment, commanding respect rather than fear. She wore an impeccably pressed white medical coat, its folds moving with her every gesture in a display of understated elegance; beneath it, she wore straight-cut black trousers—sober and functional—that reinforced the image of a practical, self-assured professional. Overall, she projected the air of someone accustomed to making tough decisions with a cool head—someone whose serenity did not mask her firmness but rather made it all the more apparent. "Good morning, Bonnie Smith. I’m glad you’ve finally woken up; you can call me Dr. Taylor," Dr. Taylor said as she sat down in the chair she had pulled over. "Bonnie Smith? Excuse me, Doctor, but it seems a mistake has been made here. My name isn't Bonnie; it's Reyna. I think you have the wrong person. I’d appreciate it if you let me go, and as a favor, I won't sue you for kidnapping me," Reyna said calmly. "You're mistaken, Bonnie. We don't make mistakes, and in a couple of days, you'll be reunited with your parents," Dr. Taylor said with a smile. "My parents? You are definitely mistaken. My parents have been dead for over twelve years, so I kindly ask you to release me," Reyna said, raising her voice slightly. "You're wrong again, sweetheart. Look, I have a photo of your parents right here," Dr. Taylor said. She pulled a photograph of the Smith couple from her coat pocket and handed it to Bonnie. Upon seeing the picture, Bonnie was stunned; it was the Smith couple who came to eat every day at the cafeteria where she worked. "What the hell! They aren't my parents! They're the Smiths—the couple who come to eat every day where I work! You're crazy! Cut the fucking joke and let me go!" Reyna shouted. "First, don't raise your voice at me, dear; second, the Smiths have decided to adopt you as their daughter—be happy, sweetheart, you'll have a family very soon," said Dr. Taylor cheerfully. "Adopt me! I’m a damn adult already! I’m not some fucking brat or a baby for them to want to adopt me! Do you even hear yourself, paying attention to the bullshit coming out of your mouth? I knew it! I knew it! I knew that crazy pair had a few screws loose! All that fucking insisting on meeting me! The fucking messages! The calls! Shit!" Reyna shouted. "Again, don't shout. Don't make me raise my voice, Bonnie! Besides, I won't let you disrespect your parents by calling them that!" Dr. Taylor shouted back. "They aren't my parents! And where the hell are we?" Reyna exclaimed. "You are at the child adoption center; we’re going to prepare you so that, in five days, you can go home with your parents using the cognitive, motor, and physical reconditioning program," said Dr. Taylor. "What the hell is a cognitive, motor, and physical reconditioning program?" Reyna asked fearfully, since at this point anything was possible with that pair of lunatics and the doctor standing before her. "It’s simple, darling: the program involves injecting you with a serum I developed to alter your mental age and motor skills to match the specifications of your adoptive parents. In your case, your mommy requested that you have the mental age of a fifteen-month-old baby but the physical abilities of a one-year-old. They don't want you to be completely lost; they want you to be able to recognize your parents, understand simple instructions, identify objects, imitate adult actions, play simple games, explore how things around you work, express yourself using more than ten words, take your first steps, seek out your parents' company, and show affection. Oh, and I almost forgot—you’re going to lose your lovely teeth, and we’ll replace them with ones appropriate for a fifteen-month-old, so you can start saying goodbye to a lot of foods. Since we’re feeling charitable today, we’re going to give you your last adult meals tomorrow, darling," said Dr. Taylor, summarizing everything they were going to do to Bonnie. A massive shiver ran through Reyna’s entire body as she heard everything they planned to do to her. "You have to be kidding; you’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m going to let you inject me with that cursed serum." "Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think I’m going to ask for your permission, Bonnie? You were injected with the serum the moment you arrived; it’s only a matter of time before it starts taking effect, darling," Dr. Taylor said. She rose from her chair and began walking toward the door, taking the chair with her. "They’ll bring your breakfast in a little while, dear—enjoy it, because it will be the second-to-last 'adult' breakfast you’ll ever have." Another shiver ran through her entire body upon realizing the procedure was already underway; when the door opened, she tried to stand up and bolt from her place of captivity, but her limbs failed to respond to the commands sent by her brain, and panic seized her. "Right, I was forgetting: one of the great virtues of my new formula is that, within a few hours of inoculation, you begin to lose bodily autonomy—your body responds to the commands it is given. We learned that the hard way after dealing with several disobedient, uncooperative children. Don't worry, the effect won't be permanent; it lasts only while the regression is in progress. Once the treatment concludes, you will regain control of your body, adapted to the designated characteristics," Dr. Taylor said before leaving the room. It didn't take long for the door to open again—or so it seemed, for without a clock, the passage of time was hard to gauge. This time, a woman who looked to be in her thirties entered, pulling a cart that held what appeared to be breakfast. She placed it in front of Bonnie; when the tray was uncovered, the meal consisted of a hamburger and french fries from her favorite spot—she recognized the scent—accompanied by what looked like a soft drink. "Let me introduce myself, sweetheart: I’m Nurse Johnson. I’ll be assisting Dr. Taylor throughout your treatment," Nurse Johnson said as she set the food tray down in front of her. "We can continue once you’ve finished your breakfast. Enjoy your meal." For several minutes, Reyna didn't touch the food in front of her; she wasn't sure if it had been laced with something to accelerate the process, so she simply stared at it. She remained like that for a while but eventually gave in; the constant growling of her stomach, combined with the pain caused by gastric juices, drove her to eat. She savored every bite, knowing she was tasting her last meals as an adult. Some time after breakfast—she didn't know exactly how long—she slumped onto the bed, thinking about everything she was going through. She wanted to scream and cry, but nothing came out. She held onto the hope that her workplace would report her missing and search for her, though she wasn't entirely convinced; after all, she was an orphan with no one to generate the kind of media attention needed to spark a search. If the Smiths were paying for all this, they clearly had significant wealth, and a place like this would have the resources to make her disappear without a trace, leaving her with very little chance of escaping the situation. The door opened again, startling Reyna. She tried to get up to see who it was and saw Nurse Johnson accompanied by another person. The freckled woman tried to move, but once again, her body refused to obey. The other person removed the tray, placed it on a cart she had pulled in, and then left the room. "Well done, sweetie—you ate your whole breakfast. You deserve a reward, but I’ll give you that later. Now we can move on; let’s go," Nurse Johnson said, gently pinching her cheek. The nurse took the freckled girl by the hand and led her out of the room; Reyna was forced to get out of bed and head toward the exit. Although internally she tried to resist moving, her body refused to obey; she was nothing more than a spectator within her own frame. As they walked down the hallway, she noticed several other doors and realized she wasn't the only one trapped in this place. They continued on until they reached a room that turned out to be a bathroom. "It’s bath time, darling, but first I need you to use the toilet. I don’t want you peeing or pooping while you’re in the tub," the nurse said as she pulled down the pajama bottoms Reyna was wearing and helped her sit on the toilet. "You crazy bitch, let me go! Don't you dare try to bathe me!" Reyna exclaimed angrily, even as she heard her body beginning to relieve itself involuntarily. "What the hell... I was only just starting to feel the urge... why am I going?" Nervousness was evident in Reyna's voice. "What you're experiencing is the serum at work; as you can see, you're going to the bathroom just minutes after your body feels the need. Gradually, you'll lose the ability to sense when the urge arises, until your body stops resisting and you simply go the moment the urge strikes—just like a baby. In other words, you'll lose your potty training and become one hundred percent dependent on diapers," the nurse said. That news hit the freckled girl like a bucket of cold water; she could do nothing but get angry and start cursing. As she sat there, her trousers, panties, and socks were removed. They showed her that her underwear already bore a noticeable urine stain—a sight that delighted the nurse, as it signaled that things were progressing smoothly, whereas for Reyna, seeing it was both terrifying and humiliating. Once she had finished relieving herself, the nurse proceeded to clean her up; for the freckled girl, this marked the absolute peak of her shame and humiliation. Next, she was lifted off the toilet and led to the bathtub. There, they removed her pajama top and the sports bra she was wearing, leaving her completely naked—and it was impossible for Reyna to keep from blushing. She was carefully guided into the tub and told to sit down. Nurse Johnson immediately set to work bathing the freckled girl, starting with her hair; she applied a generous amount of shampoo and massaged the scalp with her fingertips, then used a container to pour water over her head and rinse the lather away. She repeated this process several times until the foam was completely gone.  Next, she applied more body wash to a washcloth and began scrubbing Reyna’s body. She started with the face, which Reyna kept moving to avoid being washed; due to this constant struggling, the soap ended up in her mouth a couple of times. She moved on to the arms and torso; this part was easier for Nurse Johnson, as Reyna’s inability to move the rest of her body made the task simpler—though Reyna couldn't help but laugh when certain areas were soaped up, as it tickled her. The next area to be cleaned was her genital region; she couldn't help but blush during this process, as her discomfort was painfully obvious. Finally, they scrubbed her legs and feet; once again, she was overcome by ticklish sensations when the soles of her feet were rubbed. After the bath, Nurse Johnson carefully lifted her out of the tub and grabbed a towel from a nearby cabinet to dry her off. In case you were wondering, Reyna didn't stop cursing throughout the entire bath—it was the only thing she could do. Once she was completely dry, the nurse took a pair of cloth training pants from the same cabinet, guided one leg in at a time, and pulled the garment up into place. She then picked out a pastel pink outfit; first, she put on the T-shirt, guiding Reyna's head through the neck opening and then one arm at a time through the sleeves, followed by the pants, thereby concluding the bath. "You look absolutely lovely, Bonnie," said Nurse Johnson, taking the freckled girl's hand to lead her out of the room. "I'm not Bonnie, for fuck's sake! My name is Reyna!" Reyna exclaimed angrily. "That is the name your mother chose for you, and that is the name we will use to refer to you; we don't know any Reyna—we only know Bonnie," Nurse Johnson said in a calm tone. "That crazy bitch has no right to decide what I'm called!" Reyna spat out. "That’s enough, young lady; I won’t allow you to keep disrespecting your mother," Nurse Johnson said, raising her voice, and proceeded to spank Bonnie. Bonnie was left petrified by that action, as it was the first time in her life she had ever been struck; upon reaching her room, she was told to sit on the bed, an instruction she obeyed without protest. "What was the bath for? You weren't dirty—at least not that dirty," Bonnie asked curiously. "First of all, you were due for a bath; secondly, it wasn't an ordinary one. Both the soap and the water contained specific chemical compounds designed to permanently remove all your body hair, which will make your grooming easier in the near future," Nurse Johnson replied to Bonnie's question. "I'll be back in a while with your meal; there are several toys in the wardrobe to keep you entertained, Bonnie," she said, before leaving the room. Once she left the room, she regained control of her body; she immediately pulled down her pants and underwear to see if what had been said was true. She was met with a cruel reality: her pubic hair was gone. She touched the area—it felt smooth. She touched her legs—more of the same: smooth. She checked the rest of her body—arms, smooth; belly, smooth; everything was smooth. Faced with such an outrage, she began to hyperventilate; tears rolled down her cheeks, and she remained that way for quite some time. A sharp, sudden urge struck her lower abdomen; she needed to urinate. She sprang from the bed and ran toward the door at the far end of the room. As she reached it, she felt a bit of urine escaping; she clenched as hard as she could. Upon entering, she hurriedly pulled down her pants and underwear; sitting down allowed her to relieve the pressure. She hadn't noticed the moment her body first signaled the need to go—she only felt the moment when her bladder was on the verge of bursting. "Shit," Reyna said. As she urinated, she heard the front door open—a moment that marked the end of her privacy. She could hear Nurse Johnson calling out to her; her location was all too obvious, and the nurse was clearly trying to get her to answer to the name "Bonnie." In the end, she had to give in and respond, and the nurse wasted no time in entering the bathroom. "Are you finished, Bonnie?" asked Nurse Johnson.   "Yes," Reyna replied reluctantly. Nurse Johnson entered the bathroom and took care of cleaning her up and readjusting her clothes; once the task was finished, they returned to the room. Her meal was waiting on the bed: a medium-sized pizza accompanied by a soft drink. "Here is your food, Bonnie. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to put you to bed," Nurse Johnson said before leaving the room, at which point Bonnie regained her mobility. The freckled girl sat on the bed and let herself fall back onto it, remaining there for an indefinite amount of time; she returned to reality when her stomach began to growl. With no other choice, she ate the food the nurse had left behind, and once finished, she turned her attention to the two pieces of furniture in the room. The first contained everything needed for changing diapers and clothes—a discovery that made her scream and curse, given her limited options—while the second was filled with toys, children's books, coloring books, and other activities suitable for a young girl. "What crap," Reyna said; left with few options, she picked up one of the children's books and went back to bed. After a while, the door opened again; Nurse Johnson entered along with another person who had come only to clear away the things Bonnie had used for her meal. Seeing the girl reading one of the books she had been given brought the nurse joy, as it meant the Southerner was following the plan laid out by Dr. Taylor. "Alright, sweetheart, it's time for bed," Nurse Johnson said as she took the book from Bonnie's hands. "Sleep? But I'm not even tired, damn it," Reyna said irritably. "Little girls go to sleep early; besides, tomorrow is going to be a busy day, my dear," Nurse Johnson said in a calm tone. "Give it a try if you want; I have no intention of falling asleep, you crazy bitch," Reyna said, staring straight into the eyes of the woman who was part of the group depriving her of her freedom. "I figured you’d say that, so I brought this along," Nurse Johnson said, smiling as she showed Bonnie a bottle with a spout, apparently filled with what looked like milk. "Now, be a good girl and drink this." She handed the bottle to Bonnie, who immediately began drinking from it. As she swallowed, she realized that whatever she was drinking didn't taste bad, though she couldn't help feeling afraid. When she finished the bottle, she handed it back, letting out a loud burp. "Shit," Reyna said, feeling her eyelids grow heavy; a moment later, she succumbed to exhaustion. Nurse Johnson cradled her briefly while turning down the bed and gently laying her onto it; instinctively, Bonnie curled into the fetal position, and the nurse simply smiled at this bodily reaction. "Goodnight, little one," Nurse Johnson said, and left the room. Darkness reigned supreme; Reyna could see nothing. She stretched out her arms, trying to find something that might light up the place where she stood. "Just keep going straight," a voice she didn't recognize said. "Trust me." Left with no other choice, she heeded the voice and walked as straight as she could. As she moved forward, small, floating lilac-colored lights began to appear above her, leading her to assume she was on the right path; the further she went, the more lights appeared. After walking for a while, she spotted a metal bench in the distance, flanked by two large torches that bathed the area in a lilac glow. Upon reaching the bench, she was confused, as she had expected to find an exit—or at least, that was what she had believed. "Damn it," Reyna said to herself. "You always have to be so vulgar," said a voice identical to her own, coming from behind Reyna. When Reyna turns around, she sees someone standing behind her who looks exactly like her; the only difference is that the other person is wearing a suit. "Who the hell are you, and why do you look like me?" Reyna exclaimed. "You always look so vulgar," said Reyna's copy. "Who are you?" Reyna demanded an answer. "You could say I’m a fundamental part of you, and in case you hadn’t realized, we’re in your dream world," said Reyna’s copy. "Are you like my subconscious?" Reyna asked. "It’s more complicated than that, but you can look at it that way," replied the green-eyed copy. "What are we doing here? I’ve never dreamed of anything like this—or at least, I don’t remember it," said Reyna. "Indeed, this is your first time here; I let you in because you’re in a huge mess this time. But first, let’s have a seat," the copy said, sitting on the bench and motioning for Reyna to sit beside her. "Yeah... don't even get me started. Those sick bastards are going to ruin my life; I curse the day I met those wretches," Reyna said. "You realize you have no way out, right?" the copy asked. "Yes," Reyna replied with a sigh. "If there were one, would you take it?" the copy asked again. Reyna lifts her head and looks at her double. "You're telling me there's a way to get out of this?" A note of hope entered her voice. "Not necessarily; you’d get out, but not in the best way," said the double. "There is an option, but I don't think you'll like it," said the copy. "At this point, I'd accept anything just to avoid getting lost," said Reyna. "I can keep the serum from affecting your mind—I can ensure you remain yourself—but I can’t do anything to stop it from making you incontinent," the copy said. "What the hell good is that to me... if I’d still end up in the hands of those madmen?" Reyna said. "You’d certainly end up in the hands of those lunatics, but at least you’d still be yourself," said the freckled girl’s copy. "I’m not willing to be treated like a baby... damn it, you know I’m going to lose my teeth," Reyna said, annoyed. "If you play your cards right, one day you could escape them; if they slip up, you could be free. Play their game," said the copy. "It’s humiliating," said Reyna. "It’s less humiliating to pretend to be just a passenger in your own body," said the copy. "I don’t know... do I have time to think about it?" asked the green-eyed one. "I only have influence today; there’s no time," said the copy. "Do it," said Reyna. "We’ll talk tomorrow... just start the game... follow its rules," said the copy. "Are you sure this will work?" asked Reyna. "You aren't the first person this company has hurt, but if you do exactly what I say, you can come out of this just fine," said the freckled woman's double. Inside the local mall, Jessica could be seen pushing a cart toward the baby department; she paused for a moment in the diaper aisle, picked up a package, and gazed at it wistfully. "It's a shame my little girl won't fit into these," Jessica said as she stroked the package; she put it back and continued on her way, adding only baby wipes, powder, and diaper rash cream to her cart from that section. Her next stop was the food aisle, where she placed four cans of formula in the cart. "This is only temporary; soon you'll be able to nurse from me, once the medication kicks in. If they had let me know sooner, I would have started earlier... but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that I'll do it eventually," Jessica said, talking to herself. Her next stop was the nursing department, where she began looking for diapers that might fit her daughter. She was having trouble finding the ideal diaper; given her measurements, the girl could easily fit into pull-ups or even the largest sizes of diapers meant for real babies. The problem, however, was that those types of products aren't designed to hold large amounts of urine—let alone solid waste. Left with no other option, she approached one of the department's staff members for help. "Excuse me, miss—I'm looking for diapers for a woman with a waist circumference of fifty-five centimeters," Jessica asked. "I could try the small size, but with the socks you gave me, I don't think they'll fit quite right. If you give me a moment, I can go speak with my colleague; I believe a new shipment in extra-small is arriving today," the employee replied. "Yes, I'll wait here," Jessica answered. The employee quickly left the area; meanwhile, Ms. Smith began looking around the department while waiting for the worker to return. During that time, she felt her phone vibrating repeatedly. She took it out of her pocket to check; she didn't recognize the number, but the notifications indicated she had received several photos. Just as she was about to open them—though she already had an inkling of what kind of photos they might be, a feeling akin to butterflies in her stomach rising within her—a new message arrived. Nurse Johnson "Hello, good evening. Let me introduce myself: I am Nurse Johnson. I’ll be the one caring for Bonnie and assisting Dr. Taylor while the procedure is underway. I’m sending you a few photos showing the progress of the procedure; I hope they meet with your approval, Ms. Smith." Jessica wanted to view them immediately but had no choice but to hold off until she was in her car, as she didn't want to risk anyone seeing something they shouldn't. It wasn't long before the worker returned. "Yes, indeed, miss, we have them in the stockroom. How many packages do you need?" the worker said. "Twenty will be more than enough," Jessica said. The employee took out a handheld device, typed on it, and instantly produced a slip of paper, which she handed to Jessica. "You can take this to the register to pay. If you like, we can bring the items out to your car; that way, it’s easier for us and we don't have to get in the way on the sales floor," the employee said. "Yes, that sounds perfect," Jessica said. "Which parking space are you in?" the employee asked. Mrs. Smith quickly pulled out her parking ticket to check the space number. "I'm in spot 110," she replied. "We'll see you there in twenty minutes," the employee said. After the conversation ended, Jessica headed straight to the checkout lanes; it took less than five minutes for her turn to come up. Once she had paid, she walked to her SUV and quickly placed her shopping bags in the back, as she wasn't entirely sure how much space the diapers would take up in the cargo area. In the distance, she spotted two workers approaching—the young woman who had helped her and a male colleague. Together, they were pulling a pallet jack loaded with a large cardboard box. Jessica quickly opened the rear hatch; when they arrived, they opened the box and arranged the packages one by one. "That’s everything," the worker said, looking a bit tired from all the exertion. "Thank you so much," Mrs. Smith said, handing her two bills—"one for you and the other for your colleague." "Thank you, have a nice day, ma'am," the employee said before walking away. Once inside the vehicle, she took out her phone to look at the photos of her daughter that had been sent to her. The first photo showed the child sleeping in a bed with her legs curled up in the fetal position; the shot was taken from directly overhead, offering the best view. The only thing that bothered her was the lack of bed rails, as she had mentioned several times that the baby often fell out of bed due to moving around a lot while asleep. The second photo showed her sitting up in bed eating breakfast; she was annoyed by the food they had given her, as she didn't think it was suitable for a baby. This time, the photo was a frontal, three-quarter-length shot. The third and fourth photos showed her sitting in what appeared to be a bathtub. The caption explained that, in addition to the bath, they were applying products designed to permanently remove all body hair. She noticed that the baby's body was covered in freckles and caught a glimpse of her tiny chest—features that made her perfect in Jessica's eyes. Both photos were taken from a high angle, framing her from the knees up; the only difference was that in one she was looking at the camera, while in the other she wasn't. After viewing the photos, she headed home. The drive was peaceful—especially after seeing the pictures of her little girl. Upon arriving, she parked her SUV in the garage and brought in only the shopping bags; she and Leonard would carry in the diapers later. Inside the living room, a surprise awaited her. "Honey, look what arrived," Leonard said excitedly. "It's her car seat," Jessica said, equally excited. Together, they unpacked it and placed it on the coffee table; holding hands, they stood gazing at it, imagining how lovely their baby would look in it. Leonard then took his wife to the baby's room. First, he showed her the door, which featured a plaque engraved with the name "Bonnie" and surrounded by kittens—her favorite animal. Next, he showed her the completed paintwork: everything was done in shades of lilac—clouds, kittens, suns, and flowers. "Now for my surprise," Jessica said. They returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, where she showed him the photos she had been sent. Although Jessica was concerned that Bonnie wasn't sleeping with a safety rail to prevent falls, she found the photos beautiful overall. Both of them were eagerly looking forward to Saturday, when they could go pick up their baby.

Hello! I'm looking to explore, learn, and hopefully come to accept that I enjoy wearing diapers as an adult male.

I work in basically IT, and I use an Amazon basics backpack.   I keep a few diapers and wipes, plus bags in it. In my car is the disaster kit, it's basically a full set of clothes minus shoes. No one has ever questioned me about my backpack.