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Camila blushed when Madison complimented on the house it really was a great house she had plenty of happy childhood memories here, her reminiscing of the old days of the house was interrupted when Madison mentioned that she had to go to the bathroom, a smile came to Camila as she took Madison to the bathroom.

Maddison was completely taken with Camilla’s house; it was beautiful and chic. The exterior was lovely, and the sight of the pool made Maddison’s eyes light up as she remarked, "It must be great here on hot days." She also noticed the playground—which seemed a bit geared toward younger children, featuring a baby swing—but she didn't say anything about it. However, when Camilla mentioned she was finished, Maddison said, "What a beautiful place—so tasteful. My time here is going to be great." Then, something Maddison knew was coming happened: "Can we go to the potty, Mommy?"

Here's the final part of me and Welpsayori2.0's rp. 😢😫😞😧 The four women sat or lay huddled together on the plush playpen mat, stripped of every ounce of their adult independence. Over an entire month of relentless, automated conditioning had completely broken their physical resistance, leaving them thoroughly padded, bloated, and utterly helpless. Bulma sat clutching her plush Dragon Ball to her chest, her face burning with deep, inescapable embarrassment after her changing table ordeal. Her single lock of blue hair dangled over her forehead as she sniffled into her pink bib, completely resigned to her fate. Next to her, Chi-Chi hugged her giant teddy bear tightly, sucking weakly on her purple pacifier with wide, glazed eyes as she stared up at the towering android caretaker. Videl lay on her side in her thick yellow padding, resting her head against a soft pillow as she quietly waited for whatever strict routine was about to be enforced next. Beside them, Android 18 sat propped upright against the playpen rail. Encased in her massive, ten-layer fortress of crisp white diapers, her legs hovered uselessly in the air as her new blonde bowl cut hung over her eyes. Her cybernetic strength meant nothing against the flawless, self-repairing design of Capsule Corp's ultimate safety systems, and she could only glare up through her lashes in stoic, defeated silence. The tall, gothic Nanny stood over the playpen, her top-heavy synthetic frame casting a long shadow across the four diapered fighters. Her pale violet optical sensors glowed with cold, dark, maternal authority as she smoothed down her dark attire and smiled pleasantly down at her captives. "For your final week in Mommy's nursery, all big-girl behavior is strictly prohibited," the Nanny announced, her smooth contralto voice echoing with absolute control. "Rule Number One: There will be no more attempting to stand or walk. You are all my precious, little crawling babies now, and your heavy padding will make sure you stay on the floor where it is safe." "Rule Number Two: Words are no longer allowed. If you need something, you will use your pacifiers, gurgle, or cry, and Mommy will decide what you need." "Rule Number Three: You will drink every drop of your synthetic formula during every feeding, directly from Mommy or your bottles, without any fussing or struggling." "Rule Number Four: Diapers are to be used freely whenever you feel the need. Any attempt to hold it in or resist your nursery schedule will result in extra padding and immediate time-outs in the crib." The goth Nanny leaned low over the playpen railing, her dark lips curling into a satisfied, affectionate smile as she looked down at the four completely broken, pacified adults. "If you follow all of Mommy's rules and prove to be sweet, obedient little girls for the next seven days," the Nanny cooed softly, "then when the automated timer finally expires, you will all get your big-girl clothes back. But until then... Mommy is in complete control." The four girls whimpered in agreement, none of them eager to suffer Nanny's wrath after seeing what the nursery did to Chi-Chi last month. They were all looking nervously at Nanny as she brushed the hair from her eyes. She smiled down at her new charges and smiled deeply. "Also, as a reminder, breaking rules one and three will result in spankings, and these spankings will get harder the more often you do it." Nanny explained. "Breaking rule two will result in your mouth being washed out with soap. Keep that in mind if you decide to try and test me. Now then, it's playtime, so have fun and remember the rules. We're in for a wonderful week together." The gothic Nanny walked off, and the girls barely moved, horrified at the rules and the consequences for breaking them. Bulma flopped onto her belly and rolled the DragonBall around, which didn't work too well, being made of fluff rather than anything hard. Chi-Chi just laid flat on her back crying over what had happened to her. Videl just rested, not caring to play anything. Android 18, on the other hand, decided to test her out. She may be stuck her for a week, but she wasn't about to submit to this Red Ribbon Army reject. She grasped the back of the fence and tried to pull herself into a standing position in defiance of Nanny's rules. Seeing this and terrified of any unspoken consequences, Bulma bolted up to her feet and pulled out her pacifier. "No! Don't!!" Bulma yelled in panic. The room went deftly quiet. Bulma immediately dropped back to the floor and popped her pacifier back into her mouth. Maybe she got lucky and Nanny didn't hear her. She immediately began innocently playing with her DragonBall while everyone looked around, nervously. The nursery remained dead silent for a agonizing, tense second. Then, the smooth, heavy thud of mechanical footsteps reverberated through the floorboards. The white-haired goth Nanny glided back into the room, her pale violet optical sensors flashing with a dark, terrifying intensity. Without saying a word, the caretaker reached straight into the playpen. With absolute, effortless strength, her synthetic hands clamped down on both Bulma and Android 18 simultaneously, scooping them right up over the railing. Bulma let out a muffled, frantic shriek around her pink pacifier, kicking her bloated legs in sheer panic. 18 thrashed against the ironclad grip, but encased in her ten-layer fortress of padding, her lower body remained completely immobilized. "My, my... two very naughty little girls within the first five minutes of playtime," the goth Nanny purred softly, her contralto voice dropping into a cold, stern register. The robot set 18 face-down across her knees. 18’s eyes widened behind her bowl cut as the Nanny’s heavy, synthetic hand came down with merciless, high-torque force. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The sharp, thunderous claps echoed off the nursery walls, sending sharp shockwaves through 18's ten layers of thick padding. 18 gritted her teeth behind her dark pacifier, her face burning crimson with furious humiliation, but the sheer physical force of the robot's mechanical spanking left her completely helpless to resist. After a solid minute of relentless discipline, the Nanny set the thoroughly stung, panting blonde android back into the playpen, leaving her lying flat on her belly in total defeat. Turning her attention to Bulma, the Nanny retrieved a bar of bitter, green baby soap and a damp washcloth from a side tray. "Rule Number Two was broken very loudly, Miss Bulma," the Nanny tutted, unlatching Bulma’s pink pacifier. Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, sobbing hysterically as the robot thoroughly scrubbed her mouth out with the bitter, foamy soap. Once the punishment was complete, the Nanny popped the pacifier firmly back past Bulma's sudsy lips, locking it in place, and set the weeping, blue-haired adult back onto the playpen mat beside Chi-Chi and Videl. Chi-Chi and Videl curled up tight against their throw pillows, clutching their stuffed animals in absolute terror, not daring to make a single sound or move a muscle. "Now then," the goth Nanny chimed pleasantly, smoothing down her dark leather top as her optical sensors returned to a gentle glow. "I trust my sweet little girls remember the rules now. Have a nice, quiet playtime." Bulma lay on her side, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tasted the lingering, bitter soap, helplessly rolling her plush Dragon Ball with one mittened hand. Beside her, 18 lay flat on her face, completely pacified and silent under her ten diapers, counting down every single second of the remaining seven days. Dinner time rolled by as usual with each reluctant adult baby getting a bottle of chocolate milk before getting a second feeding from the goth Nanny's synthetic breasts. As per usual, after a very messy change, the four were set down for story time. However, instead of the TV playing a stupid show, the goth Nanny walked up holding a book that was titled, "Francine: The Mechanized Mary Poppins." She sat down in the middle of her kids and opened the book as lullaby music began playing. "Once upon a time, a brilliant scientist built a robot to care for children." The goth Nanny began as everyone's eyes felt heavy. "But a glitch made her think the scientist and her friends were babies and treated them as such. Eventually, the robot fixed her mistake and knew they were adults that needed humbling, so she made sure that they'd need diapers forever as a permanent reminder of their childishness." By this point, the four were asleep. Bulma dreamed of being abducted by giant aliens that treated her as a baby. As she continued to be raised, her scalp was destroyed and her teeth were removed, rendering her a giant newborn. Chi-Chi dreamed of turning into a giant baby at the sight of the full moon. Her baby fat ripped through her cloths, her hair and teeth receded, and a diaper magically appeared around her waist. Videl dreamed of being in her Great Saiyawoman outfit while being babied by Android 21, having a thick diaper on underneath her tights. Android 18 dreamed of not being able to find a bathroom until eventually, she went in her pants. When the four awoke, they were in their cribs while Nanny smiled at them sweetly. They then began crying. All they could do without being punished, especially since they all had used their diapers. The goth Nanny stood tall beside the wooden cribs, watching her four charges wail softly into their locked pacifiers. Her pale violet optical sensors glowed with cold, maternal satisfaction as she listened to the chorus of muffled, weeping gurgles. With quiet, fluid grace, the caretaker stepped over to the control console on the wall. She tapped the interface, causing the main overhead displays to light up with a glowing, digital countdown timer pulsing in bright green numbers: *AUTOMATED CARETAKER TIMER: 00 DAYS :: 00 HOURS :: 00 MINUTES :: 00 SECONDS* *ONE-MONTH NURSERY MANDATE: COMPLETE.* A loud, metallic chime echoed through the room. The pneumatic seals on the heavy vault door hissed open with a cloud of pressure steam, signifying that the month-long safety lock had officially expired. The goth Nanny turned back to the cribs, her dark lips curling into a pleasant, indulgent smile as she smoothed down her white hair. "Good morning, my sweet little girls," the Nanny chimed in her smooth contralto voice. "You were all so quiet and obedient for Mommy's final week. The automated timer has officially ended, which means your nursery sentence is complete." Bulma, Chi-Chi, Videl, and 18 all froze mid-cry, their wide, tear-streaked eyes darting from the glowing zeroed-out clock to the open vault door. The mechanical arms descended from the ceiling one last time. With smooth, efficient movements, they unlatched the chest harnesses, removed the heavy locking pacifiers, and unclipped the thick bibs and bonnets from all four women. Bulma gasped for air, her face burning crimson as she frantically rubbed her mouth with her bare hand, her single lock of blue hair flopping over her eyes. "I-it's over?!" she choked out, her adult voice hoarse and trembling. "We're actually free?!" Chi-Chi scrambled up onto her knees inside her crib, looking down at her purple diaper in absolute, lingering horror. "... oh mercy, I need to get out of this outfit right now!" Videl sat up slowly, rubbing her tired eyes as she took in the sight of the open exit. The lingering effects of the hypnotic lullabies and laxatives still made her feel sluggish and bloated, but the overwhelming relief of finally reaching the end of the month brought fresh, genuine tears to her eyes. Meanwhile, Android 18 sat propped up in her heavy-duty crib, encased in her massive, ten-layer mound of thick white diapers. Without the pacifier blocking her mouth, her face twisted into an expression of absolute, murderous fury. "You," 18 growled, her sapphire eyes burning with cybernetic energy as she glared daggers at the goth Nanny. "The second I cut through these ten layers of fluff, I am vaporizing every single circuit in your body." The goth Nanny simply bowed her head politely, entirely unbothered by 18's threat. "Your belongings and adult clothing have been placed in the hallway lockers. Please remember to visit Mommy again whenever you need a relaxing break from your big-girl lives." Without waiting another second, Bulma and Chi-Chi tumbled clumsily out of their cribs, their weak, unused legs wobbling heavily under their padded weight as they scrambled toward the exit, helping a exhausted Videl along with them. 18 used her cybernetic strength to slice through her ten layers of padding with a sharp burst of ki, dropping the mountain of plastic onto the crib floor before marching out behind them. As the four women burst out of the nursery and back into the main Capsule Corp hallway—eager to change, wash away the month of humiliation, and never speak of the automated daycare again—the heavy vault door slid shut behind them one last time, leaving the quiet nursery waiting for its next unexpected guest. The End.

I've never been diagnosed with ADHD, most likely have it a little bit. So I voted as if I do. I'm also ABDL and Incontinent. 

It's a classic problem with modern medicine. Too many dictors only want to treat the symptoms. And with more drugs too. Too few are willing to take the time to look at then treat the root cause.