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Fresh from her "interrogation", Anna is in the infirmary. She finds a sympathetic doctor who has a surprise for her. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- What happened next was a bit of a blur for Anna. She exclaimed in pain as the guard lifted her up and cradled her in front of him. She was carried through the main room of the nursery where she heard whispers from the other women, it hadn’t really occurred to her that they very likely heard the screams through the small door. Anna didn’t see Ryan though, and she was taken through the doors back towards the room with their crib. Before reaching Anna and Ryan’s “cell”, the guard turned through a separate door. He grunted a greeting to some other men that apparently worked there. Anna could feel that she was being stared at even as she kept her eyes closed. The guard kicked open one half of some doble doors and then sidled inside, making sure Anna’s head didn’t hit anything. “Got one for you, doc.” The guard said. “Hmm, oh, put her over there.” The doctor replied. The guard placed Anna face up in the bed which caused her to scream until she was able to roll over on to her front. The guard left and Anna felt like she was actually getting a little respite. She drifted in and out of consciousness for some time. Her exhaustion would have her fall asleep until she was awoken by the doctor doing something that caused her fresh pain. “I don’t know what you did, girl, but you certainly pissed someone off.” The doctor said as he rubbed ointment on Anna’s bruised and bleeding ass. The infirmary was rather rudimentary. There were only three beds, and she was the only occupant. She noticed, when she looked over the doctor’s desk, that he was playing solitaire on his computer. It didn’t suggest that he was particularly busy. For a while the doctor was content for there to be little more than a pee pad underneath Anna. She didn’t like it; it made her feel like an animal. She liked it even less when the doctor came back with a diaper. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but clearly, she wasn’t healed as the padding felt like needles against her skin. The fact that she only grimaced and teared up rather than full on screamed suggested progress. “I think you’re about ready to return to gen pop.” The doctor said after a diaper change in which he studied Anna’s butt. He checked his watch and pursed his lips, “You won’t be comfortable for some time but there’s little more I can do.” “How long have I been here?” Anna asked. After drifting in and out of sleep so many times she had no idea if it had been hours or days. “A day.” The doctor replied as he lowered the railings on one side of the bed and helped Anna out. A move that Anna was surprised by, and the shock must’ve shown on her face. “Not all of us are as heavy-handed as the person who did that to you.” The doctor said. It would’ve been overstating things to suggest that he was being sympathetic to Anna. It was more like he believed girls to be delicate little things that needed guidance rather than punishment. Anna had met men like him before. They were a little more bearable to be around as they tended to be less overbearing, but that didn’t mean they were any sort of ally to her. Especially not doctors like this one, employed by the state and existing to keep women like her in line. “I’ll walk you back to your crib.” The doctor said, “The daycare is closing soon, and your husband will be joining you shortly.” Anna could only walk with her arm around the doctor’s shoulders. Every movement caused fresh pain. The soft cotton of the diaper felt more like sandpaper to her barely recovered ass. It took several minutes to make the short journey down the corridor to the cell. It gave her time to see more of where she was. The corridor was smaller than she thought. Aside from the door to the infirmary and the door to the main hallway, there were only a couple of other rooms. One seemed to be for admin, judging by the window in the wall, and the other a staff room. As Anna limped past this second door, she heard some comments followed by laughter. It was hard to know if they were directed at her. Anna was taken back to her crib and helped in by the doctor. The side was raised and he stood back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Anna winced as she sat down, then gave up trying to comfortable and laid on her side instead. “You know, you’re different to how I expected.” The doctor said. “Huh?” Anna frowned. The doctor smiled and looked around the room. He raised his arms and as if to indicate something that Anna couldn’t see. “The cameras and microphones are turned off.” The doctor said simply, “Only for a few minutes, it was the best I could do, and it took longer to get you back here than I expected.” “I don’t understand…” Anna shook her head. “Take this…” The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. Despite saying the cameras were off he still looked around conspiratorially before reaching through the bars. He pulled the waistband of Anna’s diaper away from her body and slipped the paper inside, “Hide it. Read it under the covers and show Ryan if you wish, afterwards you need to get rid of it.” “But…” Anna didn’t understand what was happening. “It’s from a mutual friend.” The doctor said, “Well, a friend of yours, and my bank account at least.” Anna just stared at the doctor. She was hugely confused, and it was like her brain had short-circuited. The doctor let out a little chuckle and then checked his watch, his face quickly went back to normal. “We only have about thirty seconds.” The doctor said, “If that note gets found, it didn’t come from me. Hopefully you won’t see me again.” The doctor turned and swiftly exited the room. Anna stared after him at the door, wondering if what she saw had really happened. She looked up at the corner of the room where a camera was sitting and facing the crib, after a few seconds she saw a very small red light come on. That seemed to give credence to what the doctor said about the cameras being off. Anna tried to think logically. Was it possible the doctor was on her side? She hadn’t met any men that were sympathetic to her plight before, with the exception of Ryan. She knew there were other ones out there though. It was possible he was only sympathetic insofar as he was being paid. The problem was that there were other, less optimistic, possibilities. It might’ve been a trap. They knew that Ryan had been operating under orders from someone else, perhaps she was being goaded into somehow giving away the information that she and Ryan had guarded. She could feel the piece of paper in her diaper, pressing against her skin, it was extremely tempting to read it but she needed to be careful. It was fortunate that Anna waited as the doors banged open a minute later and Ryan was led in. He perked up as soon as he saw Anna, but he didn’t say anything. The smile said more than anything else could’ve. “Looks like your girl’s back.” The guard who had previously given Ryan an enema said, “Not surprised you’re lying down. I saw the pictures. Won’t be sitting for a month, I suspect.” Anna tried not to let it show that she was only now learning there were photos of the aftermath of her spanking. The side of the crib came down and Ryan was given a shove as he climbed in. He went straight to Anna and put an arm over her, smiling down with love. Anna sighed. Despite everything, it was good to be reunited with her husband. “See you later, ladies.” The guard said as the side of the drib rattled back into place. Anna turned her head and watched the guards leave. The door closed and she let out a sigh, briefly rolling on to her back until she felt the pain in her ass and moved back to her side. Ryan laid next to her and hugged her so gently she almost didn’t feel him. “Are you alright?” Ryan asked rather urgently, “I’ve been so worried, and they wouldn’t tell me anything.” “I’m OK. Just going to be sore for a while.” Anna replied. It was clear that just seeing Anna feeling stronger and speaking with more force was doing a lot to help Ryan’s anxieties. It seemed like some tension left his body and he relaxed into the hug a little more. Anna wriggled up closer to him, enjoying his warmth and comfort after her traumatic couple of days. “I wanted to help, I really did!” Ryan said urgently, “But I couldn’t. I wanted to tell them everything, I wanted to take your place, I…” “Shh…” Anna whispered quietly, “It’s OK. You did everything you could.” “I feel so pathetic.” Ryan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “I can’t even protect you. They’re right! I’m supposed to be a man and yet… look at me!” Ryan pulled away from the hug and backed away. He looked disgusted at himself, as if he didn’t deserve to even be touching Anna. She hadn’t seen him like that since he had first broken down and revealed he wasn’t the asshole she feared he was. Ryan was having a really tough time with the psychological aspects of their detention. She understood why. This was something she was more than used to, Ryan was suddenly getting thrown in at the deep end of what everyday life was like for millions of women in Sallas. “Come back here.” Anna said as she opened her arms. Ryan shook his head, but when Anna kept her arms out, he eventually slid back between them. She could feel him shaking a little as if trying to stop himself from crying. It was understandable. Ryan had been brought up in a hyper-masculine environment where he was expected to be the alpha male in every situation and his mom, the closest woman to him, had been turned into little more than a toy for his father. Even though he fully supported Anna, there was still a shame that came with not being masculine. It was a feeling that was being magnified by the place they found themselves trapped. “Pull the covers up.” Anna said after a few minutes when it seemed that Ryan had gotten a hold of himself. “Why?” Ryan asked. “Because I want some private time with my husband.” Anna spoke up for the benefit of any microphone in the room. It seemed like a perfectly acceptable thing for her to do. Ryan reached down to one of the blankets and pulled it up until it covered both their shoulders. Anna grabbed the edge and pulled it up even further so that their feet came out the other end, but their heads were hidden. “Anna, I don’t…” Ryan started. Anna put a hand to her lips in the semi-darkness underneath the thin blanket. She reached down under her diaper with Ryan watching and frowning, no doubt he thought this was the last place Anna would want to do anything quite so adult. Anna grabbed the note from the doctor and pulled it out. It was a simple piece of lined paper that appeared to have been torn from a notebook and folded in half. Anna held the paper between their two bodies. The air underneath the cover was already becoming stifling from their body heat, taking on that particular feeling of repeatedly rebreathed oxygen. Anna didn’t mind, even if both her husband and her smelled faintly of pee. With a trembling hand, Anna reached down and opened the paper. There were only five words written, but it was enough to make Anna’s eyes open wide. She looked up at her husband to see that he was having a similar reaction. The diaper between Anna’s legs warmed suddenly as she looked down at the note again. She would’ve been less embarrassed if she had known that her husband’s diaper was heating up for the same reason. She stared at the note again, feeling her eyes tearing up a little, the events of the last few days threatening to collapse upon her. Anna and Ryan stared down at the five words in silence, breathing each other’s smells, trapped in a daycare that they had no idea they would ever escape. “We haven’t forgotten about you.” And underneath the words was a picture of a red rose. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mmrr17bjf8841125 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2393497

With Livy and Landon heading out, Dan is left at home with Robyn. He quickly discovers that not all Littles are as sensitive and polite as Livy. --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. It really means the world. This is my only source of income and my subscribers allow me to dedicate my time to writing and posting more stories for everyone. If you have the spare funds and wish to find out more, you can visit either of my subscriber pages. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Goodbye!” Dan called out the front door as he closed it. Dan felt butterflies in his tummy. He would’ve been lying if he said this hadn’t been a situation he had been specifically trying to avoid since the relationship started. He knew exactly what Livy needed, he knew how to make Landon happy, but he had no idea at all about Robyn. He’d never even been alone with her before. She was so different to Livy. Livy could be put down some place and told to play and she would do it, Robyn was like a firework that someone had let off in the house, liable to bounce around and demand attention. Dan realised he was still standing at the door. He turned around just as he heard a metallic crash come from the kitchen. He took a deep breath and walked carefully forwards until he appeared in the doorway. Robyn was by the counter, bent over and showing off her diaper as she gathered up a bunch of mixing bowls she’d somehow knocked off the side. “Sorry!” Robyn called out behind her, “I was trying to help…” “It’s… OK.” Dan said as he walked inside, “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll sort out breakfast.” “OK!” Robyn popped up with a little jump and a beaming smile. Dan watched as the young woman practically leapt on to one of the chairs. She perched herself on her knees and leaned over the back as Dan finished picking up the things that had ended up on the floor. When he looked behind him, he could’ve sworn that, just for a fraction of a second, Robyn had been looking at his butt. “If I’d had some more time to prepare, I’d have got the highchair out of the garage.” Dan said as he got some cereal and milk together. “You don’t think I can be trusted in a normal chair?” Robyn asked. The exaggerated innocence seemed to be dripping off the words. Dan looked around again and saw Robyn with the cheekiest smile he’d ever seen. Her feet were swinging back and forth under the chair, and he shook his head a little before pouring out the milk. This was all alien to him. If he was being honest, he was, in large part, just copying the things he’d seen Landon doing for the girls. The point was that Livy rarely demanded anything from Dan. When she was Little, which was pretty much all the time, she was the archetypal good girl. She was quiet, played nicely and certainly never threw a tantrum. Dan was used to that, he knew how to deal with it. With Robyn it was almost like all his previous knowledge of how to look after an adult baby was useless. He was worried about doing the wrong thing, of not being able to handle the way she expressed herself. “Hey? Dan?” Robyn’s voice seemed to break through the thoughts that had clouded Dan’s eyes, “I was just kidding.” “Right.” Dan shook his head a little to try and clear the fog, “Sorry.” Dan carried over two bowls of cereal. He placed one in front of Robyn and put another down for himself. He sat down and very quickly started eating. It was only when he didn’t hear Robyn that he looked up and saw her looking right back at him. “What?” Dan asked. Robyn looked pointedly down at the spoon and the back up to Dan. It took him a second to catch on. Scooting his chair to be closer to Robyn, he picked up the spoon and dipped it into the cereal. This was something Landon did occasionally, but it was far from a common occurrence. Dan wondered if Robyn was feeling especially small that day for some reason, or if there was a different reason that she seemed to want him to feed her. He raised the spoon but when it got near Robyn’s mouth the adult baby turned away. “No!” Robyn said with a petulant whine. “Robyn, I don’t…” Dan felt lost. “Don’t want!” Robyn said. She briefly turned to look at Dan and despite the tone of her voice she was smiling. Dan thought back to what Landon usually did. He could picture meals with Landon sitting next to Robyn, holding up a spoon and… Oh, now he remembered. Dan let out a sigh. If this was how things were going to go then the day would be a lot harder work than he had hoped. “H-Here comes the airplane.” Dan said. His voice was rather flat, and he couldn’t help but feel a little silly. As if a switch had been flicked, Robyn turned to face the spoon with a beaming expression and opened her mouth wide. Dan put the spoon inside and Robyn eagerly slurped it up. Dan smiled as he fed himself a few more mouthfuls before lifting the spoon up for Robyn again. “Open up the hangar.” Dan said. He knew that he wasn’t doing nearly as good of a job as Landon did, thankfully it seemed to be enough for Robyn who ate the food without complaint. The process repeated a couple more times. Dan was looking at Robyn’s bowl of cereal and seeing just how little she had eaten. It felt like they would be there all day. Dan was starting to wonder how long it would have to continue before Robyn let him off the hook. “I can take it from here if you want.” Robyn said. Dan wondered if the perceptive Little had worked out how he was feeling. He gave her a smile and handed over the spoon. Robyn didn’t look too disappointed, if she had been expecting him to feed her the whole meal then she was doing a good job to hide it. Dan returned to his own bowl and already wondered how long Landon and Livy would be out of the house. He felt guilty. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to get to know Robyn, more that he was simply unprepared. He should’ve asked Landon for advice before she left… Dan was broken from his thoughts when he suddenly felt a splash of milk on his hand. He looked over to see that Robyn had somehow managed to spill half a spoonful of milk on to the table, some of it splashing on to Dan and more ending up on Robyn’s pyjamas. Robyn was looking at Dan again. It was that appraising, searching look that she seemed to give him when she was expecting him to do something. He had no idea what she could’ve wanted and turned back to his own food. He hadn’t managed another spoonful before Robyn dropped her spoon. It landed on the table with a clatter and spilled more milk and some cereal on to the surface. In Robyn’s rush to pick it up, she knocked the bowl and caused a little more milk to spill. “Careful.” Dan said as he looked over. Dan had seen Robyn’s movements. They didn’t seem clumsy enough to have been accidental… Robyn didn’t say anything in reply. Though she did manage to successfully eat a mouthful of cereal before sticking her tongue out at Dan and giggling. With her feet kicking in the air under the table and the milk now dribbling down her chin she looked more like a three-year-old than the adult Dan knew she was. Anxiety washed over Dan. He felt like he was doing everything wrong. He was completely failing to look after the Little. Why couldn’t she just say exactly what she wanted? He knew it rather defeated the point of “Little Space”, but he was lost at sea and struggling to work out which way was land. He wondered if he could stand up and just leave the room, get some fresh air and maybe collect his bearings. “Robyn, I… I just ne-… Careful!” Dan exclaimed as Robyn’s hand knocked into the bowl and this time it seemed like half the contents spilled out and over the wooden tabletop. “Oops. Sorry.” Robyn said. How much she meant it was open for debate. Dan looked at the spreading liquid with his mouth hanging open. Robyn had slipped off the side of her chair. Dan thought she was going to get the kitchen towels to clean up her mess, but instead she just skipped around to the other side of Dan. “You have to be more careful.” Dan said as he rose out of his seat and went to the kitchen counter. “Or what?” Robyn asked from behind him. Dan froze. He turned around and frowned. Robyn was stood near the entrance to the kitchen. She had her hands clasped behind her back and one leg kicked out in front of the other, swaying slightly. She was still grinning, as if she was playing a game that Dan had no idea existed. “E-Excuse me?” Dan asked. “What are you going to do?” Robyn asked, her head tilted slightly to one side, “Spank me?” Dan was left speechless. The four of them were in a relationship but it still somehow felt wrong to think about punishing Robyn, it would be like shouting at the child of a friend, it was just something you left to the parent. He didn’t know if Robyn was really asking to be punished, testing his limits, or genuinely asking if he was going to punish her. He didn’t move or say anything. Robyn, clearly tired of waiting, turned on her heels and skipped out of the room humming a happy tune. Dan was left by the sink, the kitchen silent except for the occasional drip of milk. He couldn’t help feeling relieved that Robyn was out of the room, that he didn’t need to worry about her for a few minutes at least. All Dan could think about was how Livy would’ve never acted like that. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the second update RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mmnoqq8be5ee343 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2390996 Money is a little tight right now. All subscribers are always very appreciated, but new subscribers now would be more appreciated than ever!

Ryan is starting to question whether it's all worth it, and whether Thorn is even who she says she is. Meanwhile, Mr. Sawyer is getting impatient for answers himself. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The next few days carried on in a similar vein. Anna and Ryan were forced to spend their days in the main nursery, and their nights in the crib. They both needed to have their diapers changed several times a day, for Anna it was not hard to get used to it, especially when surrounded by the other regressed women, it was different for Ryan though. It was quite clear that with each passing day, and each passing diaper, he was having more and more trouble coping with the reality of their situation. The best Anna could say was that he was at least not getting himself more punishments. For the most part he had just withdrawn into himself and stopped talking or doing any more than he had to. “Are you alright?” Anna asked on their sixth day in the daycare. They had been sat in front of a bucket of blocks and Ryan had spent nearly all of the last three hours just staring at them mutely. “Just dandy.” Ryan replied in a flat voice without looking up. “I’m just worried about you.” Anna said quietly. “And why would that be?” Ryan asked with a steely edge to his voice. “You don’t need to take it out on me.” Anna replied, “I’m stuck here as well.” Ryan sat back. His diaper crinkled loudly but he didn’t seem to notice it like he did when they had first arrived. Anna saw that he was upset and frustrated as he looked around the room. It wasn’t something she was used to seeing from a husband who had put up with so much and seemingly had endless patience. “Sorry…” Ryan said with a sigh, “I’m just wondering what the point of it all is.” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. Ryan looked around, looking for eavesdropping ears. He shifted closer to Anna and leaned in super close. Anna was practically sat in his lap as his chin hovered just above her shoulder. “Helping Thorn.” Ryan whispered, “What was the point? I did what she wanted for her agent and what do we get? Where is she now, huh? Where’s The Rose Resistance? Shouldn’t they be breaking us out of here?” “I’m sure it’s not that simple.” Anna breathed in reply. Ryan looked at Anna and raised a questioning eyebrow. He slid back to his original position and resumed his previous stance. Anna looked at him for a few minutes and then looked down. The truth was, she was wondering some of the same questions. What had they accomplished? Were they just sacrificial lambs for Thorn? The fact they weren’t being brainwashed and regressed like Jane was a mercy that neither of them could’ve expected. Anna knew and understood the risks. She had thought Ryan did too, but now she was unsure he had really acknowledged what might happen. She looked at him and worried that he was having second thought, there was no doubt he loved her, not after he had given up his promising future to be with her, but now Anna wondered if Ryan had reached the limit of what he was willing to do. The problem was that Anna wasn’t sure she could walk away. This meant everything to her. She didn’t want to live with clipped wings, she was quite sure of that by then. Before Anna could say anything, the door that they came through every morning opened. That was unusual. Once the babies were in the room that door was usually closed and locked until it was time for them to go back to their rooms or homes. Ana watched as she saw some of the guards talking to someone. Then the door opened fully and when she saw who was walking in, she felt her stomach hit the floor. “This can’t be good…” Ryan muttered. That was an understatement. Mr. Sawyer, flanked by two of the biggest men Anna had ever seen had walked into the room. As always, they looked immaculately dressed and they stood by the entrance scanning the room in front of them. When Mr. Sawyer’s eyes found Anna and Ryan he pointed over to them. The two large guards started marching their way. “Anna…” Ryan said as he got to his feet. “I know. I love you too.” Anna replied. Her knees felt weak, but she refused to show weakness in front of her enemy. As the guards got closer to them, Anna saw Mr. Sawyer walking around to a side room which was unlocked and opened by Mr. Roberts. Anna backed up a few paces, Ryan stepped in front of her. “Whatever you want, we can… Hey!” Ryan had been trying to speak to the two gorilla like men who were now right in front of them. He didn’t get very far before he was easily picked up by one of them and carried with seemingly no problems at all. Anna let out an involuntary whimper and tensed up as she too was picked up. She could no longer see her husband, the mammoth back of the guard carrying him was in the way, but Anna was carried as a man might carry his wife across the threshold. She automatically tried to break free, but it was a hopeless task. “Put me down!” Anna complained loudly, “I’ll walk! I’ll walk!” Anna was ignored, not that she expected anything different. She was carried across the room and over to the door that Mr. Sawyer had gone into. Anna tensed up as if the room she was being taken into might be some kind of medieval torture dungeon, as if she would be put on the rack or something. Instead, the room was very boring. A plain white table had been pushed to the side and all that remained in the middle of the room was two basic wooden chairs. Mr Sawyer was sitting on the one in the middle of the room and Ryan was being dumped heavily into the other, which was in the corner. The guard that carried him in put a large hand on the diapered man’s shoulder and shook his head threateningly when he looked up. “Ryan, how have you been?” Mr. Sawyer asked with faux pleasantness, “Enjoying your little vacation from work?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna looked over from where she was, still being held by her guard, and saw Ryan looking down at the ground in shame. She wanted to find a way to gee him up, to raise his spirits, but she felt helpless to do anything. “I hear you’ve been having an interesting time.” Mr. Sawyer continued to talk to Ryan, “The enema was particularly entertaining, don’t you think? I hear your co-workers back at the office had a mini-film night one evening after work to watch it. I hear it was a great success.” Ryan was turning a darker shade of red with every word. He had clearly hoped that no one outside the people in the daycare would hear what was happening to him, now he knew no one at his place of work would ever let him forget the embarrassments that had taken place. “And Anna! Our little starlet? How are you?” Mr. Sawyer asked, “If you could bring her to me, please.” Anna felt repulsed by Mr. Sawyer but was carried over regardless of her obvious discomfort. She was brought inches away from the seated man who was so close she could’ve spat on him, only the worry of what might happen if she did it stopped her. His smile made her skin crawl. He stared Anna in the eyes for a few seconds before looking up at the goon who was carrying her. He subtly nodded his head. “Ahh!” Anna let out a scream as she was suddenly let go. Anna felt the wind getting knocked out of her. She had expected to hit the floor, instead, she was over Mr. Sawyer’s lap. She was facing the ground and the man’s knees had driven into her stomach. She tried to crawl forwards and off Mr. Sawyer’s lap, but he held her in place, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and holding them behind her back. She was helpless. “Let her go!” Ryan shouted from the other side of the room. He started to rise to his feet but a large hand on his shoulder pushed him back down. “Oh, Anna…” Mr. Sawyer used his free hand to tuck some of Anna’s hair behind her ear, “You really have been so much trouble.” Anna was still trying to struggle when a spank landed heavily on her rear end. Already winded, she grunted in pain. She couldn’t turn around to see if it was Mr. Sawyer spanking her, but it didn’t feel like a hand. Whoever had smacked her had used a paddle of some kind. It hurt. A lot. “Some of my colleagues think you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Mr. Sawyer punctuated his sentence with another hard smack. This time Anna knew it was him, she could feel as his body twisted for the blow, “Let me tell you this, little girl. If you’re marketing campaign for us wasn’t doing so well, you would’ve already disappeared.” Anna balled up her fists as she anticipated another spank. When it landed, she let out a loud expletive. Tears welled up in her eyes, and when she blinked, they rolled down her cheeks. She fell limp, her breath returning to her but doing no good. “And believe me, few things would offer me such satisfaction.” Mr. Sawyer hit Anna again. The stinging pain causing her whole body to tense up. It felt like he might’ve been breaking the skin even with the padding of the diaper in the way, “Having you regressed and made into a docile little servant in my house, it would be marvellous.” Anna couldn’t stop the sob escaping her as the next blow landed. She heard a scuffle as Ryan tried to get up again. When the hand pushed him back down, he swung for the guard, it did no good. Ryan was slapped across the face and landed sprawled out on the floor. He was quickly picked back up and sat in his seat, a red handprint on his cheek. “Please! No more!” Ryan pleaded, “She’s had enough!” “Oh, I assure you we’ve only just begun.” Mr. Sawyer replied. Another blow landed on Anna’s ass and she started to cry. She didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction, but she could stop the tears. The pain was too much, “Of course, how long this goes on for is entirely up to you.” “Me?” Ryan repeated. Mr. Sawyer nodded at the guard that was making sure Anna didn’t go anywhere. Anna was lifted up, her body remaining a dead weight. Through her tears she saw Mr. Sawyer stand up and adjust his suit. Next, she was lowered face down over the chair he had been sat on. The guard pressing on her shoulders to make sure she stayed where she was told. “Yes, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer replied, “You.” Anna was tensed up and ready for a fresh blow to land to her rear end. It never came. Just as she started to relax, she felt a hand grip the back of her diaper. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was holding on to the waistband for a few seconds before pulling quickly backwards. Anna was jerked this way and that as the guard at the other end held her against the seat until, finally, the plastic gave way, and the diaper ripped. The fluff from inside the disposable scattered across the floor and the diaper fell away leaving her butt exposed. “So, Ryan, are you going to be a good boy and answer my questions?” Mr. Sawyer asked. He finished the question by swinging the paddle forwards against Anna’s bare skin, “Or are you going to be naughty and let your poor wife suffer?” Another spank. Anna screamed with each blow. If she thought they had hurt before, it was nothing compared to these fresh whacks against her bare skin. The stinging was indescribable, almost enough to shock her brain into stillness. She writhed desperately, the need to get away from any more spanks overpowering all her senses. The arms of the guard kept her pinned despite her pleadings. “Stop!” Ryan cried out, “W-What do you want to know?” “No doubt you know why you are here.” Mr. Sawyer started. Anna heard him stepping away and relaxed her trembling muscles a little. The stinging wasn’t going away, “Lynn West. A known dissident. Her file came across your desk and you amended it.” Anna swallowed anxiously. Her mind was exhausted from the pain and her face was a mess of tears, sweat and snot. Despite all of this, she understood well the danger they were in. Anna was certain that, despite her pleading, she could take any beating rather than give up the information. Ryan had been expressing doubts already. “I…” Ryan started. “Oh, don’t worry.” Mr. Sawyer continued. He was now meandering slowly back to Anna. Each step that brought him closer made Anna shudder with horrid anticipation, “Little Miss West has gone where she needed to go.” “Ryan, don’t tell him anyth-…” Anna started to shout hysterically. She was cut off by another whack from the paddle. She wasn’t sure if the trickling she felt between her legs was urine or blood. It could easily have been both. This time the blows continued. Anna was quickly reduced to incoherent screams and ineffectual thrashings. She lost feeling in her legs completely, for a moment she thought she might pass out. At the last moment the punishment stopped. Anna breathed heavily. Her face fell to the side and through half-lidded eyes she saw Ryan in tears and staring at her, straining against the guard holding him in place. “Who told you to amend the file?” Mr. Sawyer asked. Ryan looked from Anna to Mr. Sawyer and back again. His lips were trembling. Anna almost imperceptibly shook her head. Then screams ripped themselves from her throat as the spanking continued. It was impossible for her to tell if it was the same implement being used or if her ass had just been tenderised to the point that it felt almost like spikes being driven into her with each smack. After a flurry that lasted maybe thirty seconds but felt like an hour, the hits stopped. It did little to help Anna though, the stinging pain radiating from her bruised bottom carried on for another minute, her screams and cries slowly abating. “Who told you to change the file, Ryan?” Mr. Sawyer asked again. A single spank landed on Anna’s rear, and it was enough to send her into fresh paroxysms of pain. She didn’t want to imagine how things were looking back there. Anna ‘s bladder definitely did release during the previous hits. Her inner thighs were soaked and there was a puddle at the feet of the chair. She was shaking her head back and forth, hoping it was enough to get the message to Ryan: Don’t say a word. “I imagine it was The Rose Resistance.” Mr. Sawyer said. He practically spat the words out, “And Thorn, yes?” Anna turned her head to look at Ryan again. He seemed torn between telling the man what he wanted to know and doing what Anna wanted him to do. It looked like he might’ve been on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Mr. Sawyer sighed loudly. “Look what you are doing to your lovely wife.” Mr. Sawyer said, “How could you let this continue? Are you a monster?” More spanks. Anna screamed again before everything went abruptly black. A blink of an eye later and she was suddenly back in the room. She realised she must’ve passed out. The room seemed to be spinning. “You’re hurting her, Ryan.” Mr. Sawyer continued. It was hard to tell if he had even noticed that his victim had been briefly unconscious. “I…It was…” Ryan was stuttering. “Don’t…” Anna barely had the energy to breath the words but somehow, she managed to have them heard. “How did Thorn contact you?” Mr. Sawyer demanded. “Anna…” Ryan was sobbing. He reached a hand out and Anna saw him suddenly wince and look away. Anna felt another spank against her butt. The agony was now so great that it seemed to transcend any reaction. The pain simply didn’t abate; it rolled on and on. Anna screamed but she seemed detached, she was vaguely aware that she was viewing proceedings from somewhere above her own body, watching her flesh flail and cry whilst feeling nothing herself. “Tell me!” Mr. Sawyer shouted. His composure seemed to slip a little before he regained himself. Anna watched as her body was hit again and again. The paddle slamming into her skin and coming away bloody. She felt nothing even as she watched herself beg for it all to end. She had no idea if what she was experiencing was good or bad, she wasn’t feeling the pain anymore, at least. The spanking went on and on. Ryan begged and pleaded with Mr. Sawyer to stop, but he never revealed the information they were looking for. Anna drifted in and out of her body, the pain rolling up on her like huge waves, then descending as if sinking into a deep calm. The whole time she watched as her ass was turned into something resembling uncooked minced beef. Finally, Mr. Sawyer dropped the blood speckled paddle. He was panting and his suit was wet from the effort. Anna was back inside her body, whimpering and wishing she could float away again. She couldn’t feel her legs and the pain was intense, it felt like she would never be able to sit down again. The guard that had been holding Anna in place finally let go and Anna almost immediately slipped off the side of the chair, each small movement causing her even more pain. “You should know that we will leave no stone unturned in searching for how you were communicated.” Mr. Sawyer said, “You’ve had your chance. If we find anything you will be taken straight from here to a Finishing School.” The threat was left to hang in the air. Perhaps it was one last chance for them to give up their information. Anna was sprawled on the floor, partially in a puddle of her own urine, and doing her best not to move. “Ryan, if you think of anything, just let us know.” Mr. Sawyer said as if they had just had nothing more than a friendly conversation. Anna saw the government man reach down and pat Ryan a couple of times on the diaper before leaving with a chuckle. No sooner had the door closed than Ryan rushed across to Anna. “Anna!” Ryan exclaimed. Tears fell from his eyes, “Anna? Are you OK? Talk to me!” “Ugh…” Anna could do little more than grunt. Every movement hurt and she felt completely exhausted. Anna’s head faced Ryan, and she saw her husband look down her body to her butt. She saw him wince with a look of horror. Closing her eyes, Anna tried to get her mind working again. Now that she was back in her body the pain was growing. “Don’t…” Anna mumbled. “Don’t what? Anna?” Ryan asked as he bent low to hear her weak voice. “Don’t tell them anything.” Anna said in little more than a whisper. “Anna…” Ryan looked unsure, “This is serious stuff. If they…” “Don’t.” Anna said with all the force she could muster. It wasn’t a lot. Ryan fell silent. Anna could hear that he was sobbing though trying to bottle his emotions up. It reminded her of the start of their marriage, before she knew Ryan’s truth. His hand was gently stroking her back, stopping long before it reached Anna’s posterior. “How bad is it?” Anna asked. “It’s… not good.” Ryan replied after some hesitation. Anna let out a grunt of a laugh. She felt like she could’ve stayed where she was forever. Never mind the cooling puddle of piss that was soaking in to her lower half, never mind the agony of her backside that was making it all but impossible to move her legs. She didn’t want to move an inch. “Anna, if they find…” Ryan stopped talking when Anna suddenly opened her eyes, no doubt aware the room might be bugged, “They were talking about Finishing School!” “So much for the gilded cage.” Anna muttered darkly. “Huh?” Ryan frowned. Anna shook her head as much as she could in her awkward face down position. She felt so stupid that she had, at one point, almost been seduced by the life given to her by the government. She had, at the very least, been tempted to sell out her dreams for a particularly cosy cell in the gated community. Now she was experiencing the reality of Sallas. The leash around her neck suddenly pulled taut and threatening to strangle her. “I’ll get Mr. Roberts.” Ryan said as he started to get up. “No.” Anna reached out and grabbed hold of Ryan’s ankle, “Please… Just stay here with me.” Ryan crouched back down and returned to stroking Anna’s back. Neither of them said anything. The only sound was Ryan’s sobs and Anna’s occasional winces. She was grateful that despite Ryan’s doubts he had remained steadfast, even if it was because he believed, probably correctly, that if he gave up the information they would all be locked up in a Finishing School regardless. Of course, Anna couldn’t remain on the floor forever. After a few precious minutes of peace, the guards returned. “Holy shit…” One of them said when he looked down at Anna. “Christ, they really did a number on her.” The other replied. Ryan had stood up and turned around as if expecting the two helpers of Mr. Roberts to jump him. Probably not an unreasonable concern considering what had just happened, Anna thought. She stayed silent. “Ryan, go back to the main room.” The first guard ordered. “But…” Ryan started as he gestured to Anna’s bruised backside. “Now.” The guard instructed, “Unless you want us to give your dear wife round two.” Ryan was torn for a second but when Anna gave him a little nod, he reluctantly left the room. Anna might ordinarily have been concerned to be trapped in a small space with two clearly hostile men, but after what she had just endured, she found it hard to be particularly worried about anything. “What do we do with this one?” The first guard said. He raised a foot and tapped Anna’s ass. The small contact was enough to make her scream out in pain. “Take her to the infirmary.” The other guard said. “Me!? She’s got piss all over her!” The guard said with disgust, “You do it!” “I’ve been here longer; you do what I say.” The other guard let out a harsh laugh that sounded even more like a bark in the small room, “Or maybe I speak to Mr. Roberts, and you can join Ryan as the second guy in here…” “Asshole.” The second guard grumbled as he knelt down next to Anna. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mmgxeqf9cb783824 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2380012

I wonder if one day I should try to get @DailyDi to do a big long form interview about the history of the website and all the various happenings. Could be fun!

Landon reveals to the Robyn and Livy her plans for the day and how she hopes it will help them all bond. Whilst Robyn is enthusiastic, Livy is concerned... --- I am only able to pay the bills, keep the lights, put food in the fridge and keep my butt in nappies through the generous support of those who enjoy my stories. I have both a SubscribeStar AND a Ream page, both get the same content, and the wonderful subscribers are all able to read every story update I write a full week before anyone else. Not only that, but at the $10 tier there are 29 stories EXCLUSIVELY available to subscribers. There's also the opportunity to have big discounts on commissions and even free stories written for you at the other tiers. I deeply, deeply appreciate everyone who supports me by subscribing. It really means the world. This is my only source of income and my subscribers allow me to dedicate my time to writing and posting more stories for everyone. If you have the spare funds and wish to find out more, you can visit either of my subscriber pages. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Landon strode forwards with purpose. Everything she did was with purpose. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to make it happen. She had wanted Dan, and she got him, though she hadn’t quite expected it to happen the way it did. It was for the best though. Everyone is happier in the polycule. Well, she thought they were. When Dan said that Livy wasn’t feeling comfortable it felt like a punch to the gut. But Landon did what Landon always does. She thought of a solution and now she was going to implement it. Landon pushed open the nursery door to see the crib against the far wall. Livy was sitting against the bars with her back to the room and Robyn leaned to look around and see Landon. The adult baby smiled, and Landon returned it. “Good morning, girls.” Landon said as she walked over to the crib and released the side, “Did you sleep OK?” “Once Livy finally let me get to sleep…” Robyn said teasingly. “Hey!” Livy protested. Landon smiled wider. Robyn scooted forwards quickly and dropped to the floor before Livy could try to grab her. Robyn gave Landon a big hug and, before letting go, Landon’s hand dropped down to the seat of her girl’s diaper to discover that she was wet, and judging from the warmth it had happened recently. Whilst Landon checked Robyn, she looked over her Little’s shoulder to see Livy drop to the floor carefully and then hurry over to Dan who had followed Landon in. In contrast to the tackle hug she had received from Robyn, Livy was much gentler as she wrapped her arms around Dan’s waist. “My one’s wet.” Landon said over her shoulder to Dan. “Same here.” Dan replied, “Do you want to go first or shall I?” “Actually, I was thinking we should change things up a bit.” Landon said as she separated herself from Robyn who would cling on to her all day if she was allowed. Landon stepped back. She almost couldn’t help herself going into work mode, as if she was delivering a prepared presentation. The thought nearly made her laugh as she pictured the other three sitting at a desk and taking notes whilst she lectured on the proper diaper changing technique, a whiteboard on an easel to help explain the finer points. “What’s up, Mommy?” Robyn asked. “Dan and I have been talking.” Landon said, “And whilst the polycule, I think we can all agree, has been working great…” Landon paused and was pleased to see three heads nodding along. That was good. Whatever misgivings Livy was apparently experiencing weren’t big enough to threaten the whole relationship, unconventional as it was. “… there are still ways it could be improved.” Landon completed her sentence, “We’ve decided that today, Livy, you’ll be coming with me on a girls’ day out!” Landon smiled at Livy who was holding on to Dan’s hand. Now that it had been pointed out to her, she realised just how much Dan was correct. Livy looked almost like the woman crying in the toilets at work all those months ago. She seemed positively bewildered and scared. Was it the prospect of being with Landon that made her so anxious? Or was it separation from Dan? Both? Neither? The truth was that Robyn really knew very little about how Livy worked. She intended to fix that. “What about me?” Robyn asked with a furrowed brow. “You’ll be with Dan.” Landon said, “Staying here.” Landon looked at Dan and wished she could lend him some of her confidence, or at least the ability to mask how nervous the prospect of looking after Robyn made him. He managed a small smile, but he looked more like Livy than Landon had expected. “Cool!” Robyn said with her customary positivity. “Alright, Livy, let’s get you changed.” Dan finally said. Landon got the impression Dan was trying to project a little bit of authority after letting Landon take the lead. She noticed how he was avoiding Robyn a little. He’d always been quite “hands off” with her but now he was seeming to give her a wide berth as if she was an unexploded bomb who might suddenly go off. “Actually…” Landon said as Livy clambered on to the changing table and laid down, “I think I should handle this one.” “Really? Are you sure?” Dan asked. Landon nodded and took her place at the foot of the table. It was normally Dan changing Livy and Landon changing Robyn, it was rare for the two to switch as they were. Landon noticed Livy looking away and her body was tensed up as she started pulling at the tapes holding the front of her soggy padding up. She wished she could know what the adult baby was thinking. --- Shit. Shit shit shit. Livy was panicking. Her mind raced and she was having a lot of difficulty stopping herself from jumping up and running one hundred miles away without looking back. She had to tense all of her muscles just to get herself to stay on the padded table. Landon, the classy lady who was more of a woman than Livy could ever be, was changing her diaper. It wasn’t the first time but throw in the plan for the day and Livy’s brain was going into meltdown. Livy looked at Dan who seemed awkward as he stood near Robyn waiting for his turn changing a diaper. Robyn was looking at Dan almost like she was appraising him. Livy was brought back to her own predicament when she felt a cold wipe on her skin. “We need to use that hair removal cream again soon.” Landon commented airily. Livy assumed she was talking to Dan more than anyone else, “Starting to get a little bit of stubble.” The contrast between Livy and Landon couldn’t have been starker. The gulf between them was wider than the Atlantic Ocean. Landon was everything Livy had tried, and failed, to be. Confident, beautiful, respectable and responsible. The things Livy had failed at, Landon completed with ease. It was how the whole polycule started, with Livy failing so badly at being a grown up that she was encouraged to just be a baby for good. She was fine with that, she liked it, but she still felt inadequate next to Landon. The wet diaper was pulled away. Livy laid on the table completely naked and deep in thought. This felt like it would be a sort of test. Landon had replaced Livy as the woman of the house, now she clearly wanted to see if Livy could be a big girl at all. She wondered what would happen if she failed. Maybe the other three would jettison her and find a better replacement, one who wasn’t just a sentient ball of neuroses. “Stop it.” Livy mumbled to herself. “Hmm?” Landon asked as she pulled out a fresh diaper. “Nothing.” Livy replied. Livy had to get her brain under control. She tried to recognise the spiralling thoughts that usually left her in a sobbing mess and correct them. She had to stop thinking she was going to be kicked out. All three of the people she was with loved her, she was sure of that. They wouldn’t just throw her out… Right? But that didn’t mean that Livy couldn’t show them that she was capable of being Big with a capital b. Landon, it seemed, had only ever seen Livy at her most pathetic. If Livy could prove she could be an adult, then maybe she would feel less like the anchor dragging the rest of the polycule back. She wanted to emulate the more sophisticated woman, to prove that she could be “normal.” Livy automatically raised her hips when she felt a patting on her thigh. A new diaper was slipped underneath her just as she got an idea. “Maybe I could wear normal panties today…” Livy suggested. “Oh, baby, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Landon stated with a sympathetic smile. “W-Why not?” Livy asked. She hoped that her bottom lip wasn’t sticking out as far as it felt like it was. “Because we’re going to be doing a lot of walking.” Landon said as she pulled the diaper up between Livy’s thighs, “And sometimes we may not be able to get to a bathroom right away.” Livy contemplated continuing to argue her point. She was, after all, an adult woman who could really put a foot down whenever she wanted, but she had been presented with a bit of a fait accompli. Whilst Landon spoke the diaper was smoothed out over her front and swiftly taped closed. It really seemed that her opinion was taken about as seriously as an actual toddler’s. Maybe she should’ve continued to argue the point, or insisted she be treated like an adult, it was too late, the moment had passed, and the new diaper was taped on. “How about you pick out what you wear?” Dan suggested as Livy sat up. He looked from Livy to Landon as if trying to find a compromise on a deal. It was something. Though, realistically, it meant very little in the grand scheme of things. Her most grown up, and frankly boring, clothes had long been banished to the nearest thrift store. Her outfits mostly toed the line between completely infantile and slightly juvenile. That said, Livy had been given a small bit of responsibility, and she wasn’t going to complain. “Operation Show Landon That She Could Be a Big Girl” started right away. Whilst Livy was picking out an outfit, Dan started to change Robyn. It was weird. Even from the closet on the far side of the room Livy could feel a sense of tension. She looked over her shoulder to see that Dan appeared to have no idea where to look, whilst Robyn continued to watch him like a zoologist might watch an animal exhibiting some strange behaviour. In the end, Livy picked out a pastel green dress with little white flowers all over, and a plain white shirt to wear underneath. It would do a great job at hiding what she was wearing whist also looking mature… at least a little bit. Livy looked in the mirror and thought that she looked like a young child wearing their “special” dress to a relative’s wedding or something. Still, it was better than a lot of the other options. Once everyone was dressed, they started heading downstairs. Livy was at the back of the group listening to the crinkles coming from under her clothes and wondering how noticeable they would be to strangers. “We’ll head out right away.” Landon said as she reached the foot of the stairs and started putting her shoes on. “Right away?” Livy repeated with a lurch in her tummy. “I know a wonderful little café that we can get breakfast at.” Landon said. Livy swallowed nervously and nodded her head. She had to prove she could be a normal adult woman just like Landon, and part of that meant doing normal adult things like going to a café. She looked at Dan and wanted nothing more than to run behind him, unfortunately he was distracted by Robyn who was skipping down the hall to the kitchen. It was as if Livy was caught in a strong current. She couldn’t push against it even if she wanted to. She sat her padded butt down on the bottom step as Landon brought her a pair of shoes. Livy put them on as Landon opened the door and checked she had everything she would need. “Ready?” Landon asked. “I… I guess…” Livy replied with a nervous swallow. Livy followed Landon out the door. She automatically tugged down on the bottom of her dress as if there was any way the diaper underneath could’ve been showing. Landon’s longer legs strode confidently around the car whilst Livy shuffled along behind. The other woman was so intimidating, it didn’t matter how nice she was, her presence was enough to make Livy feel inadequate in more ways than she could count. She took a deep shaky breath. It felt very important that Livy impress Landon with how big she could be It was time to be an adult. --- If you have enjoyed this start and want to see the second update RIGHT AWAY, you can do so at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mlsyc4p9f42661/chapter/mmcqtgrq63c3b02 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2374429 Money is a little tight right now. 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https://www.lbc.co.uk/article/pornography-sexual-relationships-step-relatives-5HjdTkd_2/ Specifically, it makes photos and videos of things illegal, not illustrations, stories, etc. It's not law yet, it still needs to be voted on in the Commons but I'm letting people know this is probably happening. It is an amendment to an already existing law rather than a wholly new law in itself, therefore the passage to passing it is shorter. Here is the exact text of the amendment regarding age play: https://www.theyworkforyou.com/lords/?id=2026-03-02a.1107.0 I don't know how that would affect places like DailyDiapers. I know the website is based in America, but as the website currently exists, it would make it illegal to view in the UK. I apologise for my countries continued puritanism, believe me, I'm more upset and annoyed than anyone else.

Are you really on estrogen these days? Same-sies! Been injecting for about a year. I don't think ABDL stuff helped me with my own gender identity. However, I know my wife (trans) first experimented with her gender when she visited a pro-mommy at an adult nursery. The woman asked my wife if she was "a little girl? or a little boy?" and she said girl. It was the first time she had tried anything like that. A few years later she was coming out to me that she was trans

Locked in to the facility, Anna and Ryan can only guess at what is going to happen to them. When one of the guards disrespects his wife, Ryan is unable to hold himself back... no matter the consequences. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- For most of the morning Anna and Ryan sat at the table. It didn’t take long for Georgie to get bored with her new friends and wander off. The couple didn’t talk much and must’ve been boring to the more regressed mind, Anna only prayed she wouldn’t end up the same way. “What do you think is happening to Jane?” Anna asked after a while. “I’m sure she’s fine.” Ryan replied. Anna knew it was supposed to be comforting but it didn’t work. “What if they sent her back to-…” Anna started. “Stop.” Ryan said firmly, “You’re imagining the worst-case scenario, I get it. We don’t know what’s going on though, speculating on it doesn’t help any of us.” Anna spent most of her time looking around the room and observing. She tried to pretend that she was some sort of documentary film maker, she was there to document these people in their natural habitat rather than be one of them. The illusion was somewhat broken when her diaper flushed with warmth. She wondered if Ryan was wet as well. They were frequently brought bottles to drink from and were supervised until they had downed at least half the liquid. “What do you think they do about… you know.” Ryan asked in almost a whisper. “What?” Anna asked. “Changes.” Ryan’s cheeks flushed pink. That probably answered Anna’s earlier thoughts about whether Ryan was wet. “They’ll check us.” Anna said with a sigh. She didn’t like being the expert in these scenarios. “Great…” Ryan muttered. “Would you prefer going to one of those men and telling them you need your diaper changed?” Anna asked a little more sharply than she intended. Ryan looked away and Anna immediately felt bad. She put a hand on his arm and when he looked back at her she apologised. They put their heads together, Anna closed her eyes and wished she could make her husband feel better about everything that was happening. It was impossible. Hours passed. Anna and Ryan were, thankfully, left alone at the table. The only interactions they had with the staff was when they brought over bottles. Anna did her best to distract Ryan, keeping him talking about things on the outside and things they would do together when they were free again. Whilst it was somewhat effective, it was also impossible to ignore that both their diapers were getting wetter as time progressed. Anna didn’t mention it to Ryan, but she had seen him drink as much as she had. All that liquid had to go somewhere. “Lunch time!” Mr. Roberts called out. Anna looked over her shoulder and saw a long table had been set up. It was exactly as she expected, with a lot of regular chairs interspersed with highchairs. There were two of the babyish seats set up at the head of the table and Anna could imagine who they were for. “We better go.” Anna said. “What if I don’t want to move.” Ryan asked plaintively. “Then I think they might drag you over.” Anna replied honestly. Anna stood up. The diaper pulled down against her onesie, the elastic material struggling to hold up the heavy disposable which was at the point of leaking. She watched Ryan stand up and instantly saw that he was, indeed, in a similar position. Ryan stood with his legs apart and looking down in disgust. “Come on.” Anna said to her husband. She took his hand and gently led him towards the long table. Most of the seats were already taken, but as Anna approached the highchairs at the head of the table, she was stopped. Mr. Roberts called over two other men who came over and roughly checked the diapers. “They need changes, sir.” The one who hand just grabbed Anna’s butt said. “Yeah, HE is about to leak.” The one standing next to Ryan smirked. The emphasis on the word “he” made the sentence both an accusation and an insult. It wasn’t missed, Ryan looked away and closed his eyes. “Alright, go sort them out.” Mr. Roberts said, “Then bring them back here and feed them.” Anna felt a push in her back, and she stumbled forwards. They headed towards the changing tables at the back of the room. It didn’t seem like privacy was a concern for the men who ran the place. The man prodding Anna forwards reached out to grab her and Anna slapped his hands away. “I can do this myself.” Anna growled. The protestations didn’t help. Anna felt a hand on her ass pushing her up. She glared at the man who was “helping” her as she laid down. She looked across and saw Ryan was having a similar issue with his guard. “You call yourself a man…” The guard said as he poked and prodded the padding, “Don’t make me laugh.” Ryan was going red in the face. A combination of the humiliation and anger made him ball up his fists. The guard continued to goad him though. Anna couldn’t hear every word, but she knew they must’ve been barbs pointed at her husband because he was getting increasingly angry. She was so distracted that she barely even noticed her own diaper change. “You’re just a bitch.” The person changing Ryan said as he pulled the tapes away on the diaper. He was really taking his time, making it last as long as he could, “We ought to just do a few choice cuts then you can join them.” As the man spoke, he reached down and grabbed Ryan by the testicles. His hand threatening to squeeze without doing so. Anna could see Ryan positively shaking and it wasn’t from fear, she couldn’t let him face the barrage alone, she had to try and help him. “Ryan, don’t-…” Anna started. “Shut up, slut.” The person changing her diaper said. The casual cruelty seeming like such an ordinary thing from him. “Don’t call her that.” Ryan said darkly as the man with a grip on his balls let go. “Well, look at that.” The person changing Ryan said with a harsh laugh, “Maybe he does have a pair after all. What are you going to do, big man?” Ryan bared his teeth. Anna wanted to say something, but she had no idea what. She knew if she opened her mouth she would just be told to shut up again, and that would make Ryan even more angry. “What are you going to do, hmm?” The man continued as he leaned down over Ryan, “Maybe I’ll show your slut what a real man is like…” Anna barely had time to process what she was hearing before Ryan sprung up off the table. She gasped and then screamed as Ryan, naked from the waist down, launched himself on to the man. She covered her mouth as she saw punches being thrown, primarily from Ryan, and then lifted herself into a half-sitting position as the man changing her ran the few short steps and tackled Ryan to the ground. “Ryan!” Anna screamed. Elsewhere in the room some of the more regressed women started crying, many others were adding to the general confusion with shouting. More men were running over, and Ryan was soon buried beneath the burly guys. Anna didn’t know what to do, she certainly couldn’t get the guards off her husband, but she was loathe to remain where she was. “Get him up!” Mr. Roberts said. The genial expression he had worn when Ryan and Anna first arrived had disappeared. Now he seemed completely dispassionate, “Bend him over the table.” “W-What are you doing?” Anna asked desperately, “Stop it!” “We’re going to show him that he is not the one in control here.” Mr. Roberts replied, “And you’ll stay where you are unless you want to join him.” Anna let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a growl of frustration. Ryan was lifted up and draped over the side of the changing table. He didn’t look hurt, but he was quickly held in place, still struggling against the guards. Mr. Roberts whispered something to the man who had originally been goading Ryan and he smiled and nodded before walking quickly away from the scene. “Mr. Manning, I understand this is difficult for you.” Mr. Roberts said as he walked around to face Ryan, standing in between the man and his wife, “But you must understand that whilst you are here, you have no more rights than any of the women. I was told very specifically to treat you no differently.” Ryan’s response was a string of expletives. Anna closed her eyes and tears that she hadn’t been aware were filling her vision ran down her cheek. When she saw the goading man return, and saw what he was holding, she let out a little gasp. “Mr. Roberts… Sir, please forgive him, it’s a difficult transition and…” Anna said. It was as if she were begging the man to save her husband’s life. “It is out of my hands.” Mr. Roberts replied emotionlessly, “You’ll do well to remain quiet.” Anna balled up her hands and hit the padding of the table impotently. The man who had left the room now returned with a what was very clearly an enema kit. Ryan, held against the table, had no idea what he was in for. The next few minutes were an agony for Anna. She watched as the bag full of water was placed on a stand that had been wheeled over. She saw the nozzle being lubed up and she could do nothing to warn Ryan as it very suddenly probed him. Ryan let out a scream of shock that produced laughs from the men holding him down. As the surprise subsided the swearing began again in earnest. Anna wished, more than anything, that she could’ve volunteered for the punishment and saved her husband from the humiliation he was suffering. She knew it was only going to get worse. Anna could see the fight disappear from Ryan as the valve on the clear plastic tube was loosened. His eyes widened and he stared at Anna, it must’ve been an incredibly strange feeling for him. Anna had experienced an enema or two in her life, she hated them, seeing it done to Ryan was testing her ability to stay where she was to the very limit. “The more you relax the easier this bit will be.” Mr. Roberts said. He patted Ryan on the head. “Ryan…” Anna moaned through tears and made to step forwards. She just wanted to cuddle her husband and tell him that everything would be alright. “No.” Ryan said. His voice was strained, and he winced as he spoke, “Stay there.” Anna sat back down but covered her face with her hands. She had always been a woman of action. Having to remain still whilst her husband was punished in that way felt like more of a torture than if it was her receiving the enema. “Well, isn’t that cute…” The man who had brought the enema said with a sneer, “It’s a bit late to try to be the big man protecting your girl, Ryan.” Anna could only watch as the enema continued to be delivered. She tried to whisper encouragement to Ryan, but one look from Mr. Roberts quickly stopped her. By the time the last of the liquid disappeared down the tube it looked like Ryan was in a lot of pain. “Stand up.” Mr. Roberts said, “Slowly.” Ryan did as he was told, and he wobbled a little. Anna gasped as she looked at Ryan’s belly, it was bulging out a little as if he was in the early stages of pregnancy. His hands quickly held the swollen area that was undoubtedly causing him cramping pain. “You’ve got to keep it all in for five minutes when I take this tube out.” The man who had caused all this said, “If you don’t, you’ll be cleaning it up and then we’ll be doing this again. Understood?” Ryan nodded. His resistance was gone. He was clearly in pain and all he wanted was for that feeling to go away. Unfortunately, there was only one way that was going to happen. Anna watched the tube get pulled out and a tiny trickle escaped down his inner thigh before he could clench himself closed. Anna had tears running down her face as her husband was told to get back on the table. His belly bulged from all the liquid swirling away; she could only imagine the pain and discomfort he was going through. It was clearly a struggle for him to get up without losing everything that had just flowed inside him. As soon as he laid down, the guard who had started the whole thing taped a new diaper on to him. “Now you hold that until I say otherwise.” The guard said, “You got that?” “Yes…” Ryan hissed between clenched teeth. Anna could see that Ryan was sweating, as if the very water that filled his lower digestive system was finding other ways to leak out. He grimaced and writhed, and all Anna could do was watch. Any time she opened her mouth she was given glares of warning until she closed it again. It was agony to watch her husband’s resistance crumble until he was reduced to pure desperation. “Please…” Ryan whimpered after a few minutes. His bottom lip quivered, and his hands hugged his bulbous belly. “Not yet.” The guard replied. He theatrically checked his watch. “I’m begging you…” Ryan continued, “It hurts so much.” “Another couple of minutes.” The guard answered with clear relish at what he was doing. Anna sobbed and turned away from Ryan. She couldn’t bear to see him in so much pain; she couldn’t bear to see him reduced to begging. The whimpering and almost whispered pleas for mercy continued. It felt like a lot longer than the original five minutes had elapsed. “I… can’t…” Ryan’s voice was strained. “Unless you want another one of these you will keep holdi-…” The guard started. “For God’s sake!” Anna exclaimed as she turned to the man torturing her husband, “Just let him do it!” “Quiet.” The guard replied, “Unless you want one of these yourself.” Ryan’s face was twisted as sweat poured down his forehead. His eyes were closed and his cheeks a deep red. Anna was about to open her mouth to start begging when the guard checked his watch again. “Alright. You can let it out.” The guard said. He sounded disappointed, as if he would’ve preferred to keep Ryan in that position and suffering for a lot longer. Anna heard Ryan gasp and heard what sounded like pouring water going into the diaper. She looked and saw the bottom pushing out before quickly turning away. The least she could do was try to give Ryan some privacy. She knew how he would be feeling. The combination of extreme humiliation with relief. It wasn’t long until Anna could smell what Ryan had done. After a minute or so she looked over her shoulder to see Ryan, his head against the padded table and his hands covering his face. The guard was pressing the poppers of his onesie back together. “What are you doing?” Anna said as she hopped down from her changing table, “You have to change him!” “Mr. Roberts wants him to think about what he did.” The guard said with clear relish, “He’ll be changed when Mr. Roberts wants him to be changed.” “But…” Anna started. “Don’t.” Ryan’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper, “Just leave it.” “See? He’s starting to learn his lesson.” The guard laughed as he turned to walk away. Anna gingerly walked over to her husband’s side. She placed a hand on his arm and felt him jump as if her fingers conducted electricity. A tear ran down her face as she saw Ryan’s chest move up and down rapidly, he was crying. “I’m so sorry.” Anna whispered. Ryan didn’t reply. It was clear he was trying to hide his tears from Anna. Whether it was because of his masculine pride or if it was because he wanted to remain strong for Anna, she didn’t know. “Shall I… head over to the lunch table?” Anna asked. She wanted to give Ryan the chance to say no if he wanted. He nodded his head, “Alright, I love you, OK?” Anna walked away from Ryan and the smell in the air around him. She kept looking back, willing, at the slightest hint that he may want it, to turn around and run back to his side. He seemed to want to be alone though. Once at the highchairs, she was lifted in and belatedly given some pureed slop and a bottle. At least they let her feed herself. Ryan didn’t join Anna for lunch. He stayed away during the afternoon as well. Even when he had regained his composure, whenever Anna walked towards him, he would tell her to stay away. His diaper was in a very bad way and Anna could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt. She respected his wishes even though she desperately wanted to hug him, no matter how he smelled. Anna spent the afternoon worrying about Ryan and wishing someone would change him. In the end, they didn’t do it until much later, and Anna kept her eyes averted. Once Ryan was in a fresh diaper he came over to the table and sat next to Anna again. They remained in silence for a few minutes. Anna just reached across and held her husband’s hand. At some point, the other women started getting picked up or taken back to rooms. Anna and Ryyan were the last to be led back to the crib they had spent their first night in. After a diaper change and another bottle feeding, they were left alone. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Anna asked once they were alone. “No.” Ryan replied. Ryan was soon lying down and apparently asleep. Anna did the same, wondering just how long they were going to have to stay in that place. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mm7s3rjvc936df23 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2371378

I'm sorry to hear about your issue. I know that prolonged wearing can damage sperm, but I'm not so sure it can destroy them. The fact there was only one dead sperm in there makes me think it's more of a problem with the production rather than the diaper and warmth damaging/killing them. I'm not a doctor though, so take what I say with a heaping of salt.