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By Paulina1987 · Posted
"Stop babbling nonsense to Mommy. Mommy has been taking care of you all evening, babygirl. You are definitely hungry. Baby don't go sleep with empty tummy. Now open your mouth for your favorite ba-ba and get down to business" - said Paulina, sitting down in an armchair and laying Kayla across her lap, reclined in such a way that the her head rested in the crook of Paulina’s arm. Paulina removed the pacifier and began teasing Kayla’s lips with the bottle’s nipple, coaxing her to start sucking the baby formula from the bottle. -
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Chapter 6 Being left to lay in the dark, strapped to a table, wearing nothing but a soggy diaper (if you didn’t count the steel contraption it concealed) Mike soon found himself trying to test the capabilities of his restraints. No matter how hard he tried to flex or which way he attempted to flex, he found that they simply had no give, they were soft enough not to cut into his skin, but seemingly boundless in their strength. The most he had really accomplished was to arch his back and get his padded ass a few inches off of the table, only to quickly run out of energy, dropping back to the table with an audible crinkling from the diaper. Despite the numbness of his cock and balls, Mike was quite aware of the fact that the entire time, he was helplessly dribbling into his padded prison. The feeling was most odd, as his nearly flattened cock was emitting fluid in a fashion far more similar to the female genitalia, causing the piss to trickle down over his balls and crotch rather than being dispersed a few inches away. One thing that was also becoming evident, was that all of his attempts to test his restraints, the flexing of muscles and shifting of his body, had caused an extreme acceleration in the activity in his guts. Being left in the dark room had left him with zero sense of time, so he had no clue if it had been 15 minutes or nearly 2 hours, but the waves of cramps in his guts were now relentless with practically no breaks to space them out. Before long, Mike found himself forced to try and emit small farts to alleviate the pain and pressure, however it did not take many of these attempts before his sphincter muscles started to slip against the onslaught of pressure. The first such instance caused a warm and greasy blurt of excrement to slip out between his ass cheeks, laying trapped there, ready to lubricate the way for further waves to come. It didn’t take but a few more waves of cramps before his stressed, stretched and lubricated sphincter lost its less than valiant battle. Mike’s body convulsed in pain, mostly held virtually motionless by the restraints, as the results of his previous evening’s poor choices squelched their way out into the seat of his diaper, smooshing and pushing their way through the rather limited confines, adhering to every skin surface that they touched. After what seemed like countless waves of violent excrement expulsion and untold minutes, Mike’s intestines finally took reprieve on his abused anus and nearly overtaxed diaper. The groans and muffled screams that mike had made against his pacifier gag had subsided to muffled whimpers by this point and he was not even making any efforts to hold his shit smeared ass off of the remaining disaster in his diaper, simply allowing himself to sink down itno the mess inside of his padded prison. Mike was forced to lay in the rapidly cooling and ever more stinky mass of excrement that he had released, the only warmth coming from the seemingly endless stream of piss that escaped the tip of his penis. Despite all of this he found his mind drifting, somehow seeming to find a way to numb itself from the recent occurrences. At some point, Mike drifted out of consciousness, dozing in what little peace the recent hours had allowed. After an untold amount of time, perforated by restless and strange dreams, Mike was brought back into the realm of the living by the shearing glare of the harsh room lights all being thrown on at once, accompanied by the sharp sing-songy voice of Stacey declaring that it was time for his pre-release check. She had taken but a few steps into the room, her shape stepping into the periphery of his vision before she abruptly stopped, her and coming up to cover her nose and mouth in response to the stench in the room. She was soon joined by Nurse Jones who was quick to announce that while this was not historically a common occurrence, it was certainly not an unforetold one. “Now Stacey, let me tell you that one of the advantages of being the head nurse, is that you quite simply do not get left to deal with situations like this. A young student, who chose to illegally administer a medication on the other hand; well this might just be a perfectly suited situation. You know where the supplies are, I would suggest that you use maximum protection before sending this deviant on his way. Given your actions, he will likely be using his diapers to their maximum capacity for quite some time, although hopefully not too often for these purposes. Be sure to bring at least a month’s supply to his dorm room, we can re-stock as needed and his changes can be handled either here or there.” As she was speaking, the nurse proceeded to bend over and affix a steel collar like device around Mike’s neck, securing in with a snapping sound. “Now I suspect you can manage those without my assistance, and we can always ensure compliance with the simple click of a button in any case.” With that, the nurse held up a remote, giving a quick click to a button which sent jolts of pain radiating through Mike’s body, causing him to convulse and scream into the pacifier gag as his back arched and his bladder emitted another jet of hot piss into his already well used padding. The nurse set the remote down on the table tray next to Stacey before exiting the room. Stacey, having no choice, donned a pair of gloves while pulling out an array of diaper changing supplies including a new diaper which appeared to be at least twice as thick as the befouled one currently adorning Mike’s ass. “I can’t believe you actually shit yourself. I mean I knew that you were a shitty human being, but I never would have thought that you would actually shit yourself. And now I am stuck cleaning your shitty ass. You had best hope that this doesn’t happen again or I will find as rose petal butt plug for you that has no chance of coming out even if I have to buy it myself.” With that, she methodically tore away the tapes of Mike’s diaper, one at a time, releasing more and more of his vile stench into the room. She used the front of the diaper to wipe away what bits of the mess she could, it having been thoroughly spread by his convulsions. She proceeded to grab handful after handful of wipes, tossing the soiled ones into the bin beside her. When at long last it seemed she was done, having also disposed of the wreck of a diaper in the bin, she reached over and grabbed one more wipe. Without any warning, the wipe encasing a long index finger, was shoved straight up Mike’s ass before receiving a swirl around and being removed. “Just wanted to make sure you were perfectly clean, it could be a while before I change your diaper again you limp cocked loser. Oh, an in case you didn’t notice, this remote here and your pretty new necklace, are linked. The nurse only gave you a level 5 shock before, rest assured it does go up to 10, and in case we need you to stop at once, there is even what you would call 11, a stun feature that will leave you stiff as a board, well 98 percent of you at least. I will have this with me at all times while you are unrestrained, I should hope that level 2 will be more than enough to discourage any deviant behaviour.” With that she gave the remote a click, causing a pain more akin to a bee sting in Mike’s neck, although still enough of a surprise to cause a short burst of piss from his caged cock to dribble down between his thighs. Not wasting any time, Stacey gave him a quick wipe before unfurling the absolutely massive diaper and instructing him to lift his hips. Not wanting to risk further pain, Mike complied before bringing them down onto what seemed to be a significantly thicker amount of padding. Stacey proceeded to apply a new layer of rash cream, followed by a cloud of sickly scented talcum powder before pulling the diaper up Mike’s front and proceeding to snugly tape it on. What became immediately evident was that not only was this diaper thicker, it was also significantly larger in all aspects. Where the previous one had risen just above his hips, this one seemed to come halfway up his back, while the front covered his belly button. Stacey proceeded to set his clothes beside him on the table, making a show of picking up the remote for his collar, before methodically undoing his restraints. “Well, there you go, you are safely diapered again, no worries of any leaks while you are parading around in this pamper. Now why don’t you get dressed and we can take a haul of Huggies over to your dorm room so that you don’t have to waddle your soggy ass all the way over here every time you need me to change you. With that she turned around, busying herself in a cupboard, leaving Mike to re-dress himself. It took a concerted effort, but he was finally able to get his pants up over the bulk of the diaper, although leaving a significant amount on display above the waistband. Much to his chagrin, after donning his shirt, it became evident that there was no way that his diaper would remain hidden in these clothes. As Stacey turned around, she proceeded to place a large stamp on the back of each of his hands before he could react. Looking down, he could see in bright red capital letters the words “DIAPER PASS” on his right hand and “CHASTITY PROTOCOL” on his left. “Those are just to help our staff identify you and treat you accordingly. The chastity stamp lets them know that you are a significantly reduced threat to our young women while still letting them keep a wary eye on you. The diaper stamp, while declaring the obvious, also lets them know to check the status of your diaper at each class you attend as well as granting you special permission for emergency diaper changes. After all, nobody wants to be the next one to have to sit in a spot where a pissy pantsed little boy had his diaper leak. The ink is quite strong and should remain visible for a week at which point we can reapply it. I might suggest to the nurse that we get a tattoo for your right hand though. It wasn’t my plan, but based on how she described things, you might be crinkling your way around for at least your remaining years on campus, if not longer. Now why don’t you grab your new stash of diapers so we can get you to your dorm.” With that, she gestured to an enormous pile containing 4 huge bags of diapers. Each featured the company branding along with a picture of a smiling couple in perhaps their late 50’s on the front along with a quantity indicator of 15 and a large capital L with waist measurements below it. The back featured a large picture of a diaper in a somewhat anatomical form, with lines leading out to several text boxes, each exalting another feature of the diaper. Mike hesitated for perhaps a moment too long, as he felt the sting of the collar once again, causing him to jump up and grab the bags without further ado. With little more conversation, Mike was encouraged to follow Stacey out of the room through a myriad of corridors and up several flights of stairs before the exited through a set of doors into the main courtyard of the campus. The trip across the courtyard and through the halls of the dormitories was replete with many calls and much laughter related to his diaper boy status. At long last they found themselves entering his room, where there could be some peace at last. Stacey immediately ordered him to remove the diapers from one of the bags and stack them onto the open shelf right beside the head of his bed, before instructing him to stack the other 3 bags against the wall near the foot of his bed, stating that it wouldn’t be long before they were needed in any case. She instructed him to strip down to just his diaper and to lay back on his bed. “Now, let’s check that diaper before I leave you for the night, looks like it is just a little bit damp.” Mike sprang up to see that indeed, a 2 inch portion down the centre had a line that was now blue instead of yellow, despite not having felt a single drop escape his body. Stacey quickly pushed him back onto the bed. “Now there are just a couple of things for us to take care of before I leave.” With that she produced a pair of thick mitts, slipping one onto each of his hands before securing them at the wrists with magnetic locks.” “Maybe if you prove that you can be trusted to keep your diapers on while you are alone, we can discuss not having these, but for now, we will use them. After all, we wouldn’t want you to think that you are a big boy and take them off only to wake in a wet bed.” She then leaned in towards his head leading Mike to believe that the pacifier gag was being removed. Instead she unscrewed a cap from the front and turned before returning with a bag attached to a hose which she screwed to the front of the gag before releasing a clamp on the hose, causing a stream of fluid to fill the bulb in his mouth and start oozing out. Mike was left with no choice but to begin swallowing the liquid as it filled his mouth. “This is just to ensure that you are hydrated and receive enough supplemental nutrition. You will finish a whole bad each night before you are left, if you want it to go faster, I would suggest that you start nursing that teat like a hungry infant.” Not wanting to prolong the experience any m ore than necessary, Mike followed instructions and began sucking on the nipple, causing the fluid to flow at a much faster rate. Before long, the bag above was emptied and Stacey leaned over to remove the hose. As she leaned back over, Mike was eagerly anticipating the removal of the intruder from his mouth. Instead, he could only watch as she emptied a vial of fluid into the gag before closing the cap back up. It took mere seconds before the same sour taste from earlier began oozing into his mouth again. “I don’t think you are ready for your words back yet tonight, we can decide on that in the morning, I added a little something extra to make sure that you sleep like a baby tonight.” With that, Stacey packed up her things and made her way to the door. As she was about to leave, she turned to give one last warning. “Just so you know, your collar is linked to tracking as well. I would strongly suggest that you ignore any urges to try and wander away and free yourself tonight.” With that, she exited, letting the door close behind her, leaving Mike to commiserate in the darkness. -
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By Mommy Anna · Posted
Welcome to Mommy Anna's Diapered Storybook! Some of you may know me from my website, diaperhypnosis.com I've decided to publish full-length diaper and regression stories, for free, as a special way of giving back to our community. I'm also recording most of these stories and posting them (full-length) on my YouTube channel, so you can hear me read them there. Mommy Emma from diaperhypnosis.com will also be recording some of these stories for YouTube. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these stories and keep being the wonderful you that you are! This is a new MDLB story, with hypnosis at the core. I haven't finished the story yet, so I'm not altogether sure which direction I will take it. The first two chapters build more slowly, so no diaper content yet (but it will come) and other ABDL elements as well are coming. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ONE The apartment glowed with warm amber light. A pair of candles flickered in the center of the dining table, their reflections dancing across crystal glasses and polished silverware. Soft music drifted from a speaker in the corner, blending with the aroma of garlic, rosemary, and fresh-baked bread. Matt smiled as he stepped into the dining room. "Wow." His eyes swept across the table before settling on the woman standing beside it. Rachel blushed immediately. Even after nearly two years together, she still wasn't entirely comfortable being the center of attention. "You like it?" she asked. "Like it?" Matt laughed. "This looks like something out of a movie." Rachel lowered her eyes shyly. She looked very different from the quiet accounting clerk he'd met eighteen months earlier. At work, she usually wore cardigans and practical shoes, her brown hair pinned neatly back while she disappeared behind spreadsheets and financial reports. Tonight, however, she had clearly put effort into her appearance. Her dark hair fell freely around her shoulders. Her makeup was subtle but elegant. The dress she wore was far more daring than anything Matt had ever seen her wear before. He tried not to stare. Failed. Completely. Rachel noticed and smiled. A small smile. A private smile. One meant only for him. Matt felt his pulse quicken. Twenty-seven years old today, and somehow he still couldn't believe this remarkable woman had chosen him. The outgoing salesman and the quiet accountant. Nobody at work had expected them to become a couple. Least of all Matt himself. Yet here they were. Sharing a home. Building a life. Planning a future. Dinner passed pleasantly. They talked about work. About coworkers. About a vacation they wanted to take next spring. Matt told a story about a difficult client that had Rachel laughing so hard she nearly spilled her wine. Every now and then he caught her looking at him. Not the casual glance of everyday life. Something more thoughtful. More deliberate. As though she were studying him. Eventually dessert arrived. Chocolate cake. His favorite. "You're spoiling me," Matt said. "Maybe." She folded her hands together. "Actually..." Her expression shifted. A little nervous. A little excited. "I have your present." Matt grinned. "Now we're talking." Rachel stood and disappeared briefly into the bedroom. When she returned, she carried a small gift box wrapped in silver paper. A card rested neatly on top. She set it before him. "There you go." Matt reached for it immediately. Rachel sat back down. Watching. Very carefully watching. The card was simple. White. Elegant. No writing on the front. He opened it. Then blinked. "What?" Rachel said nothing. Matt looked again. The message inside read: **Happy First Birthday.** He frowned. "First birthday?" Rachel remained silent. A tiny smile touched her lips. "I'm twenty-seven." Still no answer. Matt chuckled. "Did they give you the wrong card?" "Open it all the way," Rachel said softly. Curious, he did. A tiny speaker inside activated. A few gentle musical notes began to play. Nothing dramatic. Just a simple melody. Soft. Childlike. Almost familiar. And then— Everything stopped. The music seemed to stretch impossibly long. The room vanished. The candles. The table. The sound of the city outside. Gone. Matt's thoughts disappeared as though someone had flipped a switch. One moment he was sitting at the dining room table. The next— Nothing. No confusion. No panic. No fear. Simply blankness. His eyes remained open. His body remained upright. But every thought had vanished. Across the table, Rachel watched calmly. The music continued for several seconds. Then ended. Silence returned. Matt sat perfectly still. Frozen. Expressionless. Rachel studied him carefully. "Hello, Matt." No response. Not even a blink. A slow smile spread across her face. Months of preparation. Months of planning. Months of waiting. And now— Success. She rose from her chair and walked around the table. "Matt." Nothing. She stopped beside him. "Can you hear me?" His eyes shifted toward her immediately. "Yes." The answer came in a flat, emotionless voice. Rachel's smile widened. "Good." She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. For the first time all evening, the quiet, bookish accountant seemed completely confident. Completely in control. And Matt remained motionless as she leaned down beside his ear. "Your birthday present," she whispered, "is a new beginning." His expression never changed. Yet somewhere behind those vacant eyes, a strange journey had just begun. CHAPTER TWO Rachel reached up and gently closed the card. The last note of the melody faded into silence. Matt remained perfectly still. His gaze followed her when she moved, but there was no trace of the easy confidence that usually animated him. The quick smile. The effortless charm. The constant stream of conversation. All of it was gone. For the moment, at least. Rachel took a slow breath. "I love you, Matt." His expression didn't change. "I really do." She began carefully unwrapping the silver paper from the gift box. "But there are things we've never been able to talk about." The paper crackled softly. "You always found a way to change the subject." She lifted the lid from the box. "When I brought up marriage." Inside sat a brightly colored tablet protected by a thick rubber case. "When I brought up buying a house." She removed it. "When I brought up children." The device looked more appropriate for a preschool classroom than an adult's birthday gift. Large icons. Primary colors. Rounded edges. A protective carrying handle. Rachel set it on the table and powered it on. The screen lit up. Matt watched silently. "I know you never meant to hurt me," she continued. "You'd smile and joke and tell me we had plenty of time." The tablet finished booting. "But after a while, it started feeling like you weren't avoiding the conversation." She swallowed. "It felt like you were avoiding the future." For the first time, a shadow of sadness crossed her face. "I couldn't tell whether you didn't want those things... or whether you just didn't want them with me." Matt remained motionless. Rachel looked at him for several long seconds. Then her expression hardened slightly. "So I made a decision." She propped the tablet upright in its stand. "Months ago." Her voice became calmer. More clinical. "I started working on a project." Matt's eyes stayed fixed on her. "I created a series of recordings." She tapped the screen. "Very carefully designed recordings." A small media player appeared. "They played every night while we slept." Rachel reached into her pocket and removed a pair of wireless earbuds. "I wore these." She held them up briefly. "So the recordings only reached you." Still no reaction. "At first they were simple." She put one earbud into her left ear. "Relaxation." The second followed. "Focus." A faint smile touched her lips. "Trust." She adjusted the fit. "And eventually..." Her eyes met his. "...obedience." Matt stared blankly ahead. Rachel wasn't speaking with triumph. Nor guilt. Only certainty. "As time passed, the recordings became more sophisticated." She sat back down across from him. "They taught you to listen carefully when I spoke." "They taught you to accept suggestions." "They established triggers." Her finger rested on the tablet's play button. "And they prepared you for today." The room seemed unusually quiet. Only the faint hum of the refrigerator could be heard. Rachel leaned forward slightly. "Matt." "Yes." "Look at the tablet." Immediately, his gaze shifted. The screen reflected in his eyes. "Keep your eyes on the screen." "Yes." "Do not look away until I tell you." "Yes." Rachel nodded. The response had come instantly. Automatically. She watched him for a moment. Testing. Evaluating. Then she seemed satisfied. A small breath escaped her. Months of work. Months of uncertainty. And now she was finally here. She folded her hands together. "Good." The tablet displayed a colorful title screen waiting to begin. Animated shapes drifted lazily across the display. Simple. Bright. Childlike. Rachel looked at Matt one last time. His attention never wavered from the screen. "It is time," she said quietly, "for your new beginning." Then she pressed play. The screen flashed. Music began. And Matt's eyes remained locked on the glowing display as the first images appeared.
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