Elfy

It is the penultimate update... With Alice seemingly given up and surrendering herself to the wishes of her overbearing mother, it seems nothing will stop what is happening... --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I stopped talking. I was a baby and babies didn’t talk. I limited myself to making gestures and if I absolutely had to open my mouth, I made sure to speak in the most babyish way possible. Mommy seemed to like it so that was good. She was the only person in my life and making her happy made me happy. She was at her happiest when I was being a good little girl, so I did my best to be that for her. I stopped walking for the same reasons. I stopped paying any attention to when I needed to go to the potty, that was what my diapers were for after all. Mommy needn’t have bothered with the parental lock on my computer because I now never used it. I played with my toys and watched the cartoons on television. Life became almost peaceful. Sure, I still required punishments because no matter how hard I tried to be a good baby I still kept making mistakes. Mommy would tell me she didn’t want to hurt me, but I was making her do it, I always apologised as I cried. Compared to past punishments though, these new ones were basically nothing. I was so much happier once I stopped tried to fight Mommy and argue that I was a big girl. Days went by in a blur. It felt like I was only really half-present. I sometimes found that I was just sitting on my padded butt staring at whatever was in font of me and completely zoned out. Sometimes it seemed I could spend hours like that. One day, similar to the ones that came before and the many that would surely come after, I was sat in my playpen. That morning, I had been woken in my crib as usual, Mommy had changed my wet overnight diaper and then fed me a very milky cereal breakfast. I was put in my playpen where I had quickly crawled over to my dolls whilst Mommy went elsewhere in the house, I didn’t tend to question where she went, she always came back when I cried. I was in the middle of playing out a scene with my two dolls when I felt my tummy rumble. This wasn’t a surprise to me, I often filled my diaper a little after breakfast. I got to my feet and squatted down without hesitation. After a couple of small grunts, I felt the relief of filling my diaper up. It was a common, almost comforting feeling now. As I finished emptying my bowels, my bladder emptied as well making the whole diaper feel squishy and warm. Without hesitation I sat back down, spreading the muck over my backside, and went back to playing with my toys. Even though Mommy did come when I cried, it clearly irritated her, so, whenever I could, I would just sit and wait for Mommy to check me. Often that meant sitting in messy diapers for several hours. It was something I’d grown used to and whenever diaper rash reared its ugly head Mommy was always ready with cream to soothe it. She was such a good Mommy, she always knew what I needed even when I didn’t. I guess that was why I was the baby. My connection with time had become disconnected. I honestly couldn’t say if I remained in that baby state for days, weeks or months, it all blurred together. I certainly didn’t know how long I was sat in my playpen in a stinky diaper. What I did know was that the routine, something which seemed completely set in stone, was broken when there was a loud knock at the door. I barely paid attention. Mommy sometimes got deliveries, so I assumed it was that. Less than a minute after the knock Mommy came downstairs and pulled the door to the living room closed. “He-…” I heard Mom start as she opened the door. “What have you done with her?” I recognised that voice. I sucked on my paci and looked towards the closed door with a frown. “Done with her? I haven’t done anything.” Mommy replied simply. “Let me in.” The voice at the door demanded. They sounded angry. “I don’t think so.” Mommy said back with equal ferocity, “My daughter doesn’t want to see you.” “I’d like to hear that from her myself.” The voice replied. I felt uneasy. I didn’t know who it was or why they were angry at Mommy, but I hoped they would go away soon. I started to sniffle a little bit as I crawled to the edge of the playpen and sat down with a stuffed bunny that I hugged closely to my chest. “Well, you can’t.” Mommy said, “You saw the message she sent you. She isn’t interested. She blocked you.” “How do you know about that message?” The voice asked accusingly. “She… told me about it!” Mommy replied. I didn’t even know what message they were talking about. “Liar!” The voice at the door was getting even angrier, “Where is she!?” “Hey! No!” Mommy exclaimed. I heard some scuffling, and I started to whimper. Mommy was in trouble! I heard some bangs against the walls in the hallway and then something getting knocked off the table Mommy kept all her keys and things on near the front door. I heard an occasional exclamation or scream in between the bangs, each one causing me to wince and shrink. I opened my mouth and prepared to say my first word in what felt like forever, I wasn’t even sure if my mouth would work after all this time. “Mommy!” I called out fearfully. The banging stopped. There was a strange silence as I stared at the door. I was very worried that Mommy was hurt and that this bad person who was attacking her was going to do something even worse. I heard footsteps heading towards the living room door. I whimpered and clutched my stuffie even tighter. “No! No! This is trespassing!” I heard Mommy’s voice. At least I knew she was alright. “Shut up.” The stranger spoke strangely calmly. There was a creaking sound as the door pushed open. When I saw the person, the young woman, standing in the doorway I felt a strange confusion. Did I recognise her? My brain was telling me I knew who this person was, but it wasn’t putting together the pieces. It was like there were some long-forgotten connections in my brain that I just couldn’t remember. She seemed to know me though, judging from the look of shock on her face. “Oh my god! Alice?” The young woman covered her mouth, “What has she done to you!?” I tilted my head and frowned. I didn’t understand. The woman took a couple of steps across the room and then I saw Mommy appear in the doorway behind her. I immediately perked up on seeing her, she looked alright, though she was holding the side of her head. “I told you, Kathleen, Alice is happy and doesn’t want anything to do with you.” Mommy said. My memory jolted. Kathleen? Kat? That was a person I recognised. I frowned. Why did I remember that name? Why did thinking about her make me feel all sorts of emotions that I had thought had gone away for good? Hope? Happiness? I put my hands up to my head and frowned in confusion. It didn’t make sense. Mommy was the most important person in the world, why would seeing Kat make me happy? “What have you done to her!?” Kat screamed as she turned around to look at Mommy. “I’ve put her right where she’s always belonged.” Mommy snarled, “You don’t know her like I do. She’s always been a useless fuck up, just like her father, she even looks like him. I’m doing the only thing you can do with such a person! She’s a baby! She always has been and always will be!” “You’re crazy!” Kat shook her head, “Get out of my way. I’m getting her out of here.” “Over my dead body!” Mommy exclaimed. “Don’t tempt me.” Kat growled back. I was confused still. What was happening? There was a battle in my head that seemed to mirror the one going on in front of me. Most of my brain knew that Mommy was right and that I was a baby but there was a growing voice telling me that Mommy was wrong. It was making my head pound, and all the screaming was hurting my ears. I covered my ears as tears started to roll down my face. I looked up and through my shimmery eyes I saw Kat opening the gate to the playpen and marching inside. She looked utterly determined and angry. It was scary and when she reached to take my hand, I quickly pulled it away and crawled away from her. Flashes of memory of who she was started to reappear in my head, scenes that made no sense to me. “See!” Mommy yelled from the doorway, “She wants to be like this!” “You’ve brainwashed her or something…” Kat replied angrily, “I know you have!” I continued crawling. My messy rear was high in the air behind me as I crawled out of the pen and towards Mommy. I squeezed through the gap into the hallway and hid behind Mommy’s legs. When I looked into the living room, I saw Kat staring at me with incomprehension. “She’s made her choice.” Mommy said from above me, “Now get the hell out of my house before I call the police.” It seemed like Kat was admitting defeat. Her mouth opened and closed a few times without saying anything. I saw her look at the ground where my dollies were sitting. She seemed to take a deep breath and then started walking towards us again. Mommy shuffled me backwards behind her so that I was sat on the bottom step of the stairs opposite the living room. Kat walked silently passed us. She looked upset, almost as sad as I felt, as she approached the front door. Wait, why did I feel sad? Mommy was protecting me from the crazy woman who had started fighting her and tried to grab me. It was good that she was leaving, right? Then why was I still crying? Everything was so confusing. I wanted Kat to leave just so everything would go back to normal again. Kat paused as she stood in the doorway. She looked back at Mommy and me. For a second, she stared into my eyes, through our mutual tears we saw each other. I waited for her to go, to leave and never come back. For Mommy to close the door and take me back to my routine of diaper changes and nap times, safety and security. “I’m sorry, Alice…” Kat said quietly. I looked at Kat. My brain was confusing me. I seemed to remember her from what felt like a different lifetime, but that didn’t make sense. I was a baby, and she looked like a college kid, certainly bigger than me. But as she apparently said her goodbye, I felt my heart sinking, I didn’t know why but it made me sadder than ever to think I might never see her again. “… But you’ll thank me later.” Kat said as she looked up at Mommy. Quick as a flash, Kat was across the entranceway and standing in front of us. Her hand reared back and she slapped Mommy in the face so hard that it knocked her sideways and on to the ground. I screamed as I saw my Mommy, the person I looked up to as my protector, fall to the floor. I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and start to pull me to the front door. I looked back at Mommy and cried out as I reached for her. She was slowly picking herself back up. “No!” Mommy exclaimed as she got to her knees, “That’s my baby!” “Mommy!” I cried. Kat was pulling me forwards quickly. I was on my feet for the first time in ages, stumbling barefoot along the gravel path that led to the road. My pastel pink onesie with little red hearts doing very little to cover my modesty. It was the first time I’d been outside in a long while, but I was looking back towards the house where Mommy was white-faced and looked like she could kill someone. “Come on…” Alice muttered to me, “Everything’s going to be OK.” “Mommy!” I called out again. I was being kidnapped! Mommy was following us up the garden path now. One half of her face was a bright red and she staggered slightly as came outside. People had taken notice of all the shouting, as I was pulled past the garden gate and into the street, I saw that several neighbours were outside trying to see what was going on. Kat pressed a button on her keys and the lights of the car in front of us flashed. She opened the door and pushed me inside. Before I could turn around, she had slammed the door and pressed a button locking me in. I banged on the window as I cried for my Mommy. “She’s stealing my baby!” Mommy called out to the neighbours. Kat wasn’t wasting any time with explanations. She ran to the driver’s seat and got in. She looked frantic and, just as she locked the doors, Mommy reached us. She pulled on the handle and when that didn’t work, she started hitting the glass window. I didn’t know what to do. The confusion in my head was growing and I didn’t understand what was happening. All I knew was that Mommy looked upset and that made me upset. The engine roared to life and the wheels spun on the road causing a high-pitched squeaking sound before the car started moving. “Mommy!” I yelled again as I watched Mommy struggling to keep up with the car. To start with Mommy was running and trying to keep up but she fell behind quickly. She stood in the middle of the road as Kat sped away. I reached for her, towards the rear window of the car, and cried pathetically. “Everything will be alright, Alice.” Kat said during a short lull in my tears, “I promise things will be OK.” I still couldn’t warp my head around what was happening. I thought that being separated from Mommy would make me terribly upset, that I needed her more than I needed the juice in my bottles. Yet, as the distance between me and Mommy grew, I didn’t feel nearly as upset as I imagined I would. In fact, there felt like a little bit of me that wanted to celebrate. Kat pressed some buttons on the car’s dashboard and a second later I heard the sound of a phone ringing. “Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” The voice on the other end said. “Hi, my name’s Kat and I need the police…” Kat said. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the CONCLUSION of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mljhcl51079dbc27 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2340212

It comes shortly after the UK police, on advice from CPS (Crown Prosecution Service) dropped any potential charges against an ABDL artist, and I believe an ABDL in America in similar difficulty was found to have done nothing wrong. I don't know what exactly was in the book, but it is somewhat concerning that the courts are passing judgements on such things. As an ABDL author myself, it's something I'm going to be keeping a close eye on. I certainly hope they can appeal, because being found guilty of creating and sharing CSAM when the characters in your book are all adults is ridiculous.

Taken by Mr. Sawyer and his government goons, Anna and Ryan are at the mercy of people who don't know the meaning of the word. Where they are and what will happen next remains a terrifying mystery. --- 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 --- Anna spat on the ground at Mr. Sawyer’s feet. With no reason to even feign politeness she let her rage show on her face. The man in the suit simply laughed. “There she is.” Mr. Sawyer looked around as she gestured at Anna, “That little firebrand that causes all the trouble. I was beginning to think we’d stamped that out.” Anna stared back. She was terrified but right then, with Mr. Sawyer smugly looking down at her, it was hard to feel scared. Her body seemed to pulsate with anger, if she hadn’t been restrained, she was sure she would’ve been flinging herself forward and swinging her fists with all her might. “It’s a shame.” Mr. Sawyer walked around behind Anna and crouched between her and Ryan, “I would have enjoyed training you. If only you had found a real man, you could’ve spared yourself all this trouble.” Anna felt a hand slip under the bottom of her dress and press her wet padding up against her. She did her best not to give Mr. Sawyer the pleasure of reacting. She failed. “Ryan is twice the man you are.” Anna hissed. “Oh, I sincerely doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer replied. His hand lingered on the diaper and even slipped forwards over Anna’s crotch, “Maybe one day, when you’re properly housebroken, I’ll take you home and adopt you. Show you how a real man treats their girls.” Anna shivered but this time it was Ryan pulling to try and get at Mr. Sawyer. Mr. Sawyer finally removed his hand and stood back up again. Ana looked towards him with an intensity that could’ve set the man on fire. If he noticed it, he certainly wasn’t unduly concerned. “Right, let’s get these two settled in.” Mr. Sawyer said. He put a hand in the air and waved towards someone behind Anna and Ryan to step forward. Anna felt a shove on her shoulder and stumbled forwards. Her legs felt weak as she followed Ryan forwards, the diaper under her dress crinkled loudly and echoed off the walls. It was eerily silent. “What’s going to happen to Jane?” Anna asked. “Quiet!” One of the guards behind her responded. “I just want to-…” Anna started. Mr. Sawyer stopped and Ryan, directly behind him, followed suit. Anna had been looking angrily over her shoulder at the man who had told her to be silent and ended up walking into the back of her husband. Two guards came up, one either side of her, and took hold of her arms. “Get off me!” Anna tried to shake herself free unsuccessfully. As Anna struggled Mr. Sawyer walked around to her. He shook his head before reaching up and grabbing Anna’s cheeks forcing her mouth open. He nodded to someone behind her and before she could react something was being shoved into her mouth. She had enough experience to recognise that it was a pacifier and a strap that it was attached to was brought around her head and fastened at the back. Anna twisted her head and tried to scream expletives at Mr. Sawyer, but the pacifier prevented all of it. She was furious and Mr. Sawyer’s smug smile wasn’t do anything to calm her down. “Temper, temper…” Mr. Sawyer said, “Don’t you know where you are? You can’t misbehave now. Guards, if she so much as blinks wrong take her for special processing.” Anna swallowed anxiously. Mr. Sawyer returned to the front of their little column and led them across towards a large door. Anna stayed quiet and followed Ryan in silence. The guards stayed right next to her, but she didn’t intend to do anything that would require them. She was scared witless now. At the door Mr. Sawyer typed a code into the keypad and a small buzz let them all know the door was unlocked. Ryan and Anna were led through into a very clinical looking corridor. Every surface was white, and the bright lights made it almost blinding, especially when contrasted from the parking area they had just been in. “Wait there.” Mr. Sawyer said to the others as he strode forwards and through a door a little further down the hall. Anna looked around fearfully. She knew she had always been flirting with danger with the way she lived her life, but she never genuinely believed she would end up in a place such as this. It was hard to comprehend the enormity of the consequences until they happened. She thought about Jane at home, she’d just recovered her faculties in time to, Anna assumed, be dragged back to Finishing School. Mr. Sawyer came back a couple of minutes later and the married couple were manhandled through doors at the end of the hallway. They seemed to get lost I a maze of corridors as they went deeper into the building, each white hallway identical to the last, all the doors indistinguishable from each other. It was eerie how quiet it was when Anna knew there must be hundreds of women being regressed in there. “Take them through here for processing.” Mr. Sawyer instructed, “I think I’ll supervise this one personally.” Through another set of doors, they emerged into a very clinical looking room. There was no warmth in there, no comfort. Everything had sharp edges and seemed to be made of steel. Anna could see diaper changing supplies underneath the scariest looking changing table she had ever seen. They weren’t alone in there either. Along with the guards and Mr. Sawyer, Anna saw a couple of people who looked almost like medical professionals. Dressed in white with disposable gloves and apron. Their stony expressions promised no comfort. “The girl is already prepared.” Mr. Sawyer said. Anna watched with wide eyes as Ryan was dragged forwards. She tried to free herself to help her husband but wasn’t going anywhere. She let out a frustrated exclamation as she saw Ryan being pulled forwards, he looked anxious but wasn’t resisting as much as she was. It seemed like he had already given up. “Stop!” Anna finally shouted, “It’s my fault! I made him do it!” “We always knew Ryan was a pussy, but I doubt even he would do what he did if he didn’t want to.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But we can ease this transition for you both. Tell me who put you up to it.” Anna gritted her teeth. She wasn’t going to do that. Staring right at Mr. Sawyer it must’ve quickly become apparent to him that she was still as stubborn as ever. He sighed and shook his head. “You’ve never been one to make things easy for yourself.” Mr. Sawyer’s voice was coursing with venom. He turned to the guards manhandling Ryan and nodded his head. “Ryan!” Anna cried out. If there was one thing Anna couldn’t stand it was feeling powerless. As she struggled vainly, she could do nothing to help her husband who was looking around fearfully. The guards started undressing him and they were none too gentle about it. Ryan’s shirt was ripped as it came over his head, pieces of clothing were thrown away as they came off until Ryan was soon down to his underwear. Clearly being fully exposed in front of everyone was enough to rouse Ryan out of his stupor and he tried to stop them from continuing, it was a vain effort. “You can stop all this.” Mr. Sawyer muttered next to Anna, “Ryan can never go back to where he was, but you could make this so much easier for everyone.” Anna said nothing. She had allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security with the big house she had moved into, she felt stupid for even considering it a life she would’ve been willing to lead. There was no way she was going to give up the freedom fighters in the Rose Resistance. Mr. Sawyer could do his worst. Ryan was winded by a stiff hit to the gut that dropped him to his knees. Anna had tears rolling down her cheeks as a guard took a blade and finally cut off the underwear Ryan had desperately tried to keep on. His face burned with shame as he looked up and locked eyes with Anna. Anna had a strong moral conviction for not giving up Thorn and the others, but it couldn’t be as personal for Ryan. She was worried her husband would lose heart and tell them what they needed to know to save himself some pain. He was a man, after all, he couldn’t possibly understand what it was like to be a woman in Sallas. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Ryan shook his head a little. It was very brief as he was soon hauled back up on to his feet completely naked. Anna could only watch as Ryan was forced on to the table and held down. A diaper was produced and unfolded. This was surely the biggest insult to a man in Sallas. In a society that promoted masculinity like Sallas did, to be treated like a woman was the ultimate punishment. To be emasculated in front of others would break a lot of alpha men and Ryan, who must’ve guessed what was coming, pulled against his captors as the started slipping the diaper underneath him. “You act like a bitch; you’ll get treated like a bitch.” One of the guards said. Anna wished she could do anything to help Ryan. Even to run over and hold him, to tell him he was being brave, and this was all going to be OK would’ve helped. Instead, she was held back and forced to watch as Ryan, for the first time in his life since he was a child, was put in a diaper. The last tape was placed, and Ryan let his head fall back to the table in frustration and humiliation. “Dress them.” Mr. Sawyer ordered. Anna was hauled forwards immediately until she was next to Ryan. The dress she had been wearing was pulled over her head and discarded leaving her standing next to her husband with them both in nothing but diapers. Anna couldn’t help but stare at Ryan, it was so strange to see him like this. It was only when she saw how red his face was that she realised she was making things worse and looked away. “She’s wet.” A guard remarked as his fingers probed Anna’s diaper much to her chagrin, “Should we change her?” “No.” Mr. Sawyer answered, “Let her be uncomfortable. It’s best she gets used to it.” Two onesies were produced. A baby blue one was pulled over Ryan’s head and a pastel pink one for Anna. They were popped shut between the two captives’ legs and the elastic pulled the diapers closer to their bodies. Looking down at herself Anna could see a serial number printed on the chest and the emblem for the Sallas government next to it. She felt her stomach drop; it was sinking in where exactly she was and the danger she was in. This was a Finishing School. This is where people were broken down and made into good puppets for Sallas to use. Jane was sent here and was almost completely broken, the thought that she could end up just like her friend terrified Anna. Having her awareness locked inside of her head unable to control anything that happened to her, a prisoner of her conditioning, made her want to throw up. This was her worst nightmare, but it was somehow more horrible than she’d ever imagined. Even in her darkest thoughts she had never imagined Ryan would be there as well. Now that they were dressed Anna and Ryan were led to a door on the opposite side of the room from the one, they had entered. Anna was behind her husband, and her eyes were drawn to the way his ass swayed side to side as he walked, the sound of crinkles filled the air. It was something she was very used, but she could only imagine how strange it must feel for Ryan. “Take them to the Honeymoon Suite.” Mr. Sawyer barked out with obvious amusement. The building had changed dramatically on this side of the processing room. Now they were in a cavernous room with many floors separated by steel stairs and gangways. There were hundreds of doors lining the walls. It looked like a prison. It was a prison. Anna and Ryan were kept on the bottom level as they were marched through the centre of the hall. It was eerily quiet. In the films Anna had seen they had always made it seem like these places were deafeningly loud or that people would be shouting, maybe it was the heavy doors blocking the noise, but it was strangely quiet. The only sounds heard were the footsteps of the little convoy and the crinkles of the prisoners’ underwear. A door in the back corner was opened with a keypad and Anna and Ryan were forced in. This wasn’t something Anna had expected, she thought they’d be separated but it seems like the plan was to keep them together. It was the first inkling she had that something was different about this place, that it might not be the Finishing School she expected. “Get in.” A guard grunted. Ryan was the first to go and Anna followed anxiously. She wasn’t sure what she should expect but, in hindsight, it was obvious. The room was like a nursery, if a little austere. It had all the usual accoutrements of a regular nursery whilst also looking distinctly cell-like. Anna didn’t think it looked too different to what she was used to at home. There were few toys or activities though. “Into the crib.” The guard said. Anna climbed in first and then helped Ryan. No sooner were they both on the thin mattress than the bars were rattling up. Unlike a regular crib these bars went up to the ceiling and presented no opportunity for getting out. “I do hope you enjoy your stay.” Mr. Sawyer said as he walked back towards the entrance of the cell, “I always knew that you’d end up here sooner or later.” Anna glared at the man as he left the room and the large metal door closed behind him with a loud thump. What sounded like a very large lock was turned sealing them in. Anna took a couple of heavy breaths as she clutched the bars eventually turning around to see Ryan sitting in the opposite corner with his knees pulled up to his chest. “Ryan…” Anna said softly. “I’m OK… I think.” Ryan said quietly. Anna’s bottom lip trembled, and she could no longer hold up the stoic façade that she had forced into place. Alone with Ryan, locked in a crib deep inside a Finishing School with no hope for escape, she cracked. She started to sob as she hid her face in her hands. Every effort she had made had been for nought. She was in hell. The sobs became crying which quickly became uncontrolled wailing. She beat her hands against the mattress in frustration. She had lost. Sallas had defeated her. “Please don’t cry.” Ryan scooted over and hugged Anna. Leaning forwards Anna uncovered her eyes just enough that looking between her fingers she could see Ryan’s onesie-clad crotch. The papery leg bands of a thick diaper appeared from the holes; the crotch bulged from the thick baby pants underneath it. It looked so strange on Ryan. She was used to seeing women dressed in such a way, hell, she was intimately familiar with it herself. To see her husband, a man, dressed like this was very strange. “I… I should have listened to you!” Anna cried, “You were right! I was so stupid!” “No, no, hey, come on…” Ryan said softly, “It… It was the right thing to do.” Anna couldn’t tell if Ryan was saying that because he truly believed or if he was just trying to make her feel better. She wasn’t entirely sure how he wasn’t losing his mind with grief over the future he had lost like she was. It was impossible to say how long they were in that crib. There was no clock, no window to the outside world, just the inexorable and hidden passage of time. Anna did eventually stop crying leaving both her and Ryan sitting in the crib staring despondently at the space in front of them. --- 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/mldoc13t848eba20 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2330324

Alice is losing herself as her mother's overpowering will takes hold. A moment of lucidity is firmly stamped out and Alice makes the only decision she can. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Things went rapidly down hill for me. With nothing to distract my mind I was inundated on all sides by the fact that I was nothing more than a baby. Diaper changes, playing with toys and watching cartoons took up my days. I wasn’t even allowed to feed or wash myself anymore. By that point every single time I showed the slightest bit of independence Mommy would stamp it out swiftly. With everything else that had happened it only took a few days before the message really seeped in. I started to forget that I was ever anything else other than a baby. My time at college, even school before then, seemed like it belonged to a different life. It was like a collective delusion where everyone managed to convince themselves that I wasn’t just a permanent baby. It wasn’t a state of affairs that could last forever and clearly the bubble had popped. Mommy had shown everyone my true nature. I found that I was starting to tune out of my surroundings. I didn’t really need to think any more, so gradually I just stopped doing it. I realised that life as a baby was pretty dull and humiliating and therefore the best thing for me to do was just stop thinking about it. If I was told to play with my toys, I did it. When I needed to use my diaper, I did so without a second thought. When I was like that, an automaton only doing as I was told, Mommy actually seemed happy with me. That made me happy. It meant no more punishments. “See? Isn’t this so much easier?” Mommy would say to me as she cleaned my messy butt. My world quickly shrunk. I no longer had access to anything that was happening outside my very small box. For all it mattered to me, the rest of the world could’ve disappeared altogether. Nothing outside the bars of my playpen really existed. It was just me and Mommy, and as long as I acted like a good baby and kept her happy, everything was fine. All of that said, there were still moments of clarity that forced me to confront my situation. I had no idea how much time had passed, I had stopped paying attention, but I experienced some sudden lucidity whilst sitting at the kitchen table. I was sat there in nothing but a diaper and a princess pink t-shirt that didn’t cover it. Mommy was spoon-feeding me and there was a large bib around my neck when I felt the need to poop. I did what my body had trained itself to do and simply let go. “Oh, is someone making a little present for Mommy?” Mommy said with a chuckle. A genuine smile was on her face. I had lifted myself off my seat a little and screwed my face up as I pushed down. I felt relief quickly spreading through me as a large amount of poop surged into my padding. It was a familiar feeling, and it was one of relief, it was good to get the yucky mess out of me, that’s what Mommy always said. A large part of my diet was now bland mush and there was a lot of liquid, so it didn’t take long to empty my bowels. A mass of warm waste creating an extra layer separating me from the chair. But as I sat back into my now warm and full padding it was as if a light switch had suddenly been flicked on. I had no idea why my mind chose that moment to regain awareness. I frowned and as Mommy held up the spoon for me to take another mouthful of my dinner I turned away. I could feel bubbles in my diaper running against my skin and tickling me as I settled in the dirty diaper. It felt like my brain was suddenly in fast-forwards, quickly catching up to the present and alerting me to all the indignities I had suffered since my last period of self-reflection however long before. “This… isn’t right…” My voice was a little hoarse. I didn’t talk a lot anymore, I rarely had reason to. “Alice, eat your dinner.” Mommy replied quickly and sternly. “I can feed myself!” I exclaimed as I looked at the spoon in disgust. “W-What are you doing to me!?” “I’m just treating the baby like a baby.” Mommy said. Her eyes, previously so warm, were as cold as steel as she stared almost through me. “I’m not a baby!” I shouted petulantly, “I’m a big girl!” “A big girl who just crapped her pants… again.” Mommy replied icily, “I thought we were passed this…” The spoon was lifted up towards my mouth and I saw the baby food steaming on it. I could hardly believe I had been eating it, the mush looked gross, and it made me feel sick to look at it. I started to feel panic. How long had I been on autopilot? How had I let my brain switch off like that? Was I going crazy? I started worrying that every time my brain “turned off” it might not wake up again. That at some point I was going to slip into the baby role and be stuck there forever. I started breathing heavily. “Be a good girl and eat your dinner.” Mommy prodded the spoon against my tightly closed lips causing some of the food to drip down on to the already stained bib. How many diapers had I filled? How many WOULD I fill? My chest rose up and down quickly and it felt like the world was starting to spin. I saw everything with a clarity that I hadn’t experienced for what felt like a very long time. I had sat in plenty of messy diapers over the last few weeks but for the first time in a while I felt true disgust about it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! “Alice, open your mouth and-…” Mommy started. “No!” I screamed. I threw my hand up and hit the spoon out of Mommy’s hand causing the baby food to spill everywhere. Before Mommy could react, I stood up and my chair pushed backwards. I reached forwards to the bowl and pushed it hard across the table. It rattled, spilling bits of my gross dinner on the wooden surface before tipping over the edge and falling to the floor where it clattered loudly for a few seconds. I let out a whimper, partly from frustration and mostly from fear, as I tried to quickly waddle away down the hallway. Where I was ultimately going, I had no idea. I just had to get away from Mommy. I never got the chance to find out where I would’ve gone. Mommy had stood up at almost the same time I had, and I barely made it to the doorway before I felt her hand on the back of my shirt. I screamed again and struggled but she wouldn’t let go. In the end, I managed to slip out of it, and I carried on running, now clad in nothing but my poopy diaper, to the bottom of the stairs. I looked at the door for a second but before I could reach for it, Mommy was reaching out for me again. I shook her off and ignored her calling my name as I turned to run upstairs. I had tears streaming from my eyes as I darted into my room. There was nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. I dropped to my knees in the centre of the room as I heard Mommy’s stomping footsteps. I covered my face and waited for the storm. The door behind me flew open and Mommy came storming in. “How dare you!” Mommy exclaimed, “Everything I do for you and you throw it back in my face!” I started to turn around to try and talk my way out of it, but I felt Mommy’s hand roughly grab my hair. I reached up and grabbed her wrist as I begged for mercy. It felt like my hair was going to be pulled from my scalp and I had to scramble to my feet as I was pulled towards my crib. At first, I thought Mommy was putting me straight into the baby bed but as I went to climb up, she pushed on my back, so I was pushed over the edge of the mattress. “You’ll stay right there.” Mommy demanded of me. “Mom, please!” I cried. I didn’t dare move as Mommy went across the room to the closet, “I’m an adult! You can’t do this!” “You are a baby!” Mommy shouted back, “We will keep doing this until you believe it!” I heard Mommy going through the closet and then coming back to me. I didn’t turn around, instead I pulled one of the stuffed animals towards me and hugged it as tightly as I could. I felt something long and hard pressing against my rear end and pushing the messy diaper closer to my butt. It didn’t take a lot of thinking to realise it was a paddle. “You will learn.” Mommy said menacingly, “Whether it takes a week, a month, a year, or the rest of my god damned life. You. Are. A. BABY!” The paddle was pulled back but before I could even brace myself, I felt it swing forwards into my diaper. I screamed. The paddle hurt so much more than Mommy’s hand ever had. I could hear it moving through the air as it went back and then swung forwards again, I was already sure I was going to be left bruised despite the padding. “How many times are you going to be need to taught this lesson?” Mommy shouted over my cries. I was inconsolable. The spanks kept coming and it felt like Mommy was holding nothing back. The contents of my diaper spread everywhere but I hardly noticed as I wailed through the pain. My legs kicked out behind me ineffectively. Mommy seemed totally immune from any attempts by me to get pity or mercy. I don’t know how long the paddling went on for. I grew exhausted from struggling and lay prostrate on the edge of the bed. After a while everything became numb, even the soreness of my rear end. Then it was like a switch flicked. Between every spank Mommy would shout at me about how pathetic I was, how much of a baby I was, or something similar. It was like a part of my brain switched off. I believed her. That wasn’t anything different to recent times, but the part of my brain that still fought for some kind of control or independence simply switched off. A part of me broke and, honestly, it was a relief. “Do you understand?” Mommy shouted as she finished a rant, I’d only heard part of. “Yes, Mommy.” I replied simply. Even though tears were flowing down my cheeks and soaking my teddy bear my voice betrayed only a hint of the emotion. I felt a push on the back of my diaper. The whole area was incredibly numb, but I took it to mean I was to climb up into my crib. It looked like I was about to be spending another night in my poopy diapers. Indeed, the rails rattled up behind me and locked into place as I lay face down on the mattress. I didn’t attempt to stop Mommy or get her to at least change me. I didn’t move at all. “I wish you wouldn’t make me punish you.” Mommy said with a sigh. “Sorry, Mommy.” I replied. Even my voice sounded smaller and more childish. I rubbed my eyes of tears and saw Mommy looking at me strangely before going back to the closet and putting the paddle away. She was covered in sweat, and I was genuinely sorry that I had made her expend so much effort just because I kept being a bad girl. I was ashamed of myself and my actions. Maybe I was just born bad. No matter how hard I tried I just kept breaking rules. “Try to be a better baby.” Mommy said, “We both know you can never be a big girl.” I nodded my head. I wanted to be a good girl. Maybe it would stop all the punishments. I didn’t even argue about needing a diaper change. I knew babies didn’t decide such things and I was just a little baby after all. Mommy knew best. Mommy always knew best. It was an uncomfortable night. With the paddling at an end, it wasn’t long until the blood started returning to my backside, and with it came the pain. A dull throbbing that grew worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. Eventually I had my hands over the back of my diaper as the stinging, bruising and pulsing pain made me cry out. I resolved right there and then to be the best baby I possibly could. To stop making Mommy punish me. I was a baby, and it was time I started acting like it. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/ml9g8k7p43fa3b26 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2324687

Glad you made guys made it work for you. I can understand the hesitation to try printed diapers if you aren't ABDL, but it has to be said ABDL companies do put out some very, very good and absorbent products. And your wife says you look cute. That's always a big plus!

Things look to be on the up, but how long can that last? The answer is not very as Anna and Ryan receive an unwanted visitor. --- 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 --- It wasn’t long until the medicine started having an impact again. Anna was delighted to have her friend back again, Jane seemed relieved to have more control over herself as well. As the days passed and nothing was said about what Ryan had done the three of them started to relax a little. Either no one had noticed what he had done, or no one cared. For Anna it was a lot easier to accept her life in that giant house when Jane was happy and healthy. Thoughts of leaving Sallas by any means necessary quietly disappeared as the little family felt complete. Jane still needed time and work, whilst she was no longer regressed she still needed to have a lot of her conditioning broken and that’s what Anna focused on in the days after the medication started working. Anna felt guilty but she actually started to like where and how she was living. With Jane getting back to normal everything felt a little bit brighter. She found it easier to forget what Sallas was really like as she enjoyed the amenities of the gated community. It may not have been perfect, but she had it better that ninety-nine per-cent of women in Sallas, maybe the things she lacked in terms of freedoms were also things she could live without. She was sure her past self would be screaming at her if she could see how she was thinking now. Anna did her best to ignore the gnawing feeling of guilt about her situation. She had quickly become a celebrity, and it was almost impossible to ignore that now. It felt like every third commercial on TV featured Anna and the family, it was awkward every time it came on. The radio was the same and scrolling the ring-fenced Sallas internet was extremely weird. It seemed like every website available had Anna’s face on it. It was impossible for anyone in the house to know what effect all the propaganda was having on the rest of the population. On the rare occasion Anna was allowed out of the community, heavily supervised of course, she certainly noticed that people recognised her now. Ryan left the community much more often than Anna, but he never talked about his experiences. He didn’t seem to like talking about what he had going on at all. What Anna couldn’t help but notice was how some of the other women looked at her. Most females in Sallas were brainwashed to a greater or lesser extent but those few that did retain some individuality clearly hated her. The glares she got made her shrink back into herself. She spent a lot of time trying to convince herself she wasn’t a traitor and that she didn’t have a real choice, but it didn’t help her when she saw a fully infantilised woman staring daggers at her. Anna found herself starting to crave the safety of the gated community. When she had first arrived, she had wanted to do all she could to get out as often as possible, now she tried to find excuses to stay in. She tried to tell herself it was because she was worried people would discover the truth about Jane, but it didn’t work. She knew the real reason was a lot more selfish. It was a Thursday morning when everything changed. They had all still been asleep, the sun had barely risen above the houses, when there was a loud banging at the front door. Ryan sat bolt upright, and Anna instinctively reached out for him. “Who is it?” Anna whispered as if she might be overheard. “I don’t know.” Ryan replied warily. There was more insistent banging on the door. Anna held the cover closer to her. Ryan slipped out of the bed and quickly put on some pants and a shirt. Anna had been wearing a cream-coloured shirt and a denim skirtall the previous day and she quickly threw those back on as she made her way out of the bedroom. Her diaper crinkled loudly in the quiet house. “What’s going on?” Jane’s voice came from her nursery as Anna walked past. Anna stopped and looked in. Jane was sitting on the edge of her crib. Although she was no longer regressed as long as they had medicine she still slept in the crib as they didn’t have another option, at least they could leave the side down for her. “I don’t know.” Anna said, “We should probably lift this up just in case.” Jane scooted back on her mattress as the side of the crib was lifted. As an automatic reaction Anna reached out her hand and checked her friend discovering she was soaked. When she realised what she had done she pulled her hand away and looked at her apologetically before heading back out to the landing. By the time Anna reached the top of the stairs Ryan was at the bottom. She carefully leaned around the edge to watch what was about to happen. Just as Ryan reached the door there was another hammering that seemed to almost break the door off its hinges. “Hold on!” Ryan yelled as he walked across the foyer. Anna watched as Ryan opened the door. She could see over his shoulder. It was Mr. Sawyer, and he was flanked with several armed guards. After a stand-off of a couple of seconds Ryan moved aside and let Mr. Sawyer in. “This is a surprise.” Ryan said as he watched the guards walk in. They took up positions in front of the doorways around the foyer essentially surrounding Ryan. “Mr. Manning, I’m sorry to impose on you so early in the morning. We have some rather pressing business to attend to.” Mr. Sawyer said. “I didn’t think we had anything planned for a couple of weeks.” Ryan frowned. “Oh, I don’t mean the marketing stuff.” Mr. Sawyer waved a dismissive hand, “No, we have other business.” Anna felt uneasy. She didn’t like the deliberate vagueness of Mr. Sawyer. She could see Ryan was nervous as well. He seemed to be trying to act cool, but Anna recognised his anxiety for what it was. Nothing good ever came out of a surprise visit from Mr. Sawyer. “Other business?” Ryan repeated. “Yes, Mr. manning, other business.” Mr. Sawyer stopped and turned to one of the guards who pulled a folded paper out of his pocket, “Perhaps you’d like to take a look at this and tell me what it says.” Anna watched Ryan take the paper and even from the top of the stairs she could see his face drain of colour. Ryan must’ve known what was on the paper to have that reaction and yet he still spent the next minute staring at it. Indeed, it was only when Mr. Sawyer pulled the paper away that Ryan looked up. “Do you remember filling that form out?” Mr. Sawyer asked as he started pacing slowly in front of Ryan. “I…” Ryan started hesitantly. “Do you remember making the alterations?” Mr. Sawyer interrupted. “Well, I ju-…” Ryan looked terrified. “I was wondering…” Mr. Sawyer stopped his pacing mere inches from Ryan’s face, “Why you decided to make the decision to reduce the sentence of a known terrorist?” Anna had already suspected the paper was to do with the task given to them by the Rose Resistance but now she knew for certain. Her heart was hammering. She had no idea what to do, there was no way she could help Ryan who was now looking down at the floor. There was no way for her to escape the house either, she was at the top of the only staircase. “It… It must’ve been a mistake, sir.” Ryan stuttered, “I’m new to the job and…” “Ah, yes, I see.” Mr. Sawyer nodded his head in understanding. He raised one of his hands and placed it on Ryan’s shoulder in a friendly way, “You are new. There’s a lot of things to learn. Mistakes happen, hmm?” Ryan smiled weakly as he nodded his head. He still didn’t dare look up from the ground. Anna thought he looked like a puppy being scolded, it seemed her husband was one step away from rolling on to his back with his belly up. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. That kind of subservience was the cornerstone of Sallas, the hierarchy was always to be respected. Men were expected to respect their superiors just as the women were. “It’s just a little odd.” Mr. Sawyer continued, “I looked through all of the forms that have come through your office and this is the ONLY one with a mistake. Now, I’m not a big believer in coincidences, Mr. Manning, but it is certainly strange that the one you made a mistake on was the one related to a known terrorist from a known subversive group, don’t you think?” Ryan didn’t say anything. Anna silently begged him to fight back in the same way she would. She tried to communicate telepathically that Ryan had to fight his corner, look shocked and appalled at the accusation and show some backbone. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, Ryan remained silent and in his submissive pose. It was like he had already given up. “Nothing to say?” Mr. Sawyer asked after several tense seconds of silence, “That’s OK, I understand.” Mr. Sawyer rubbed Ryan’s shoulder for a few seconds before pulling his hand away. He turned his back on Anna’s husband and walked a few paces towards one of the guards. Almost imperceptibly he nodded his head. The reaction from the men circling the room was instant. They charged forwards and roughly tackled Ryan to the floor where he finally and belatedly started to struggle. Anna couldn’t help herself; she let out a scream of rage as she started running down the stairs as fast as the wet padding between her legs would allow her to go. “Grab the girl!” Mr. Sawyer called out over the chaos that had broken out. Anna leapt at the guards from several steps up and crashed into them knocking one over. She aimed a punch at the nearest man she could find but she missed and spun around from her momentum. Arms wrapped around her torso, and she was brought crashing down on to her front. As she screamed and struggled, she felt handcuffs being put around her wrists. “Don’t hurt her!” Ryan’s voice came from somewhere in the crowded foyer that Anna couldn’t see. “Your devotion to your wife is touching.” Mr. Sawyer replied with clear amusement in his voice, “If only you showed the same passion for your country. If you did, we wouldn’t have to be doing all this.” As the struggle continued Anna’s head was turned sideways and she felt someone placing a knee in her upper back and neck preventing her from moving. As she opened her eyes, she saw Jane standing at the top of the stairs looking terrified. After just a second, she turned and ran away back across the landing. “Get them in the van.” Mr. Sawyer ordered once Ryan and Anna were both restrained at both their wrists and their ankles. “Let Anna go!” Ryan exclaimed, “She had nothing to do with this!” “Oh, I doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer chuckled, “You don’t the balls to do something like this by yourself. We know who gives the orders in this relationship.” Anna and Ryan were roughly picked up and carried out of the front door. She was swearing bloody vengeance at Mr. Sawyer who directed a couple of the other guards to fetch Jane. The last thing Anna saw before the front door closed were the two guards heading upstairs. She was worried about what they would find. Jane was up there, of course, but so was the phone and the medication. Smoking guns of Anna and Ryan’s guilt. Guilt didn’t seem to be something in doubt though. The married couple were manhandled towards a black van with blacked out windows. The rear doors were opened, and Anna was forced inside behind Ryan. The cuffs that restricted their movement were affixed to the sides of the vehicle forcing the couple to sit on two uncomfortable wooden benches opposite each other. The doors to the rear of the van were slammed closed leaving Anna and Ryan alone and afraid. A couple of tense minutes passed before the engine started and the van started to vibrate. The bound couple nearly fell off the seats, only the restraints digging into them keeping them upright, as the van pulled away from the curb. “Shit… shit… shit…” Ryan muttered repeatedly. Anna felt a rising panic that she did her best to swallow down. She looked across at Ryan who seemed to be stuck in shock. She pulled at the restraints holding her in place, but they didn’t budge at all. She was well and truly stuck. “What are we going to do?” Anna asked Ryan urgently. “What can we do?” Ryan mumbled, “We’re fucked.” “There must be some way out of this.” Anna shook her head. The reality that they had screwed up and lost everything was just too big to properly digest. “Why did I do it?” Ryan asked himself. He banged his head on the metal side of the van and looked up to the roof. The car stopped for a second and Anna assumed it must’ve been leaving the gated compound. It was soon on its way again and barrelling towards God knew where. There were no windows or anything to give an idea of where they were going and Anna had soon lost track of all the turns they had made. She was having a harder time not sliding around on the bench, her diaper proving to be slippery compared to Ryan’s regular clothes. “Everything is going to be alright.” Anna said rather hopefully after a long period of silent despair. “Are you insane?” Ryan asked as he stared at his wife, “Are you actually crazy? You know where they are taking us, don’t you?” Anna shivered. She had a good idea where they were being taken but saying it out loud was too terrifying to think about. It had happened so quickly, she had been sure that no one had noticed Ryan’s change and just when she thought they were safe the bottom had fallen out. Her diaper warmed around her without much conscious effort on her part. “We’re screwed.” Ryan said sadly, “Completely screwed.” Anna wished she could say her husband was being overly dramatic, but he wasn’t. If they were being carted off to Finishing School, and she had no reason to believe they weren’t, then that was it. They had lost. The car sped down roads and bounced over bumps. Anna kept her head down as she tried not to let the despair overwhelm her in the way it clearly was taking Ryan. Her whole life had been about getting out of Sallas, about avoiding exactly what was now happening. She kicked herself for being lulled into a false sense of security in that large house. The couple remained silent, each lost in deep thoughts about their situation, as the van continued. There was no way to tell how far they had travelled when the vehicle started to slow down. They stopped and Anna heard muffled voices outside the van. After a few seconds they continued forwards at a much slower pace. Anna couldn’t see where they were, but she assumed they had just entered the grounds of the Finishing School. Finally, the van came to a stop. Doors were opened and slammed as the engine was turned off. Anna felt the butterflies in her stomach taking flight as she scooted away from the only exit. Ryan still had his head bowed. He hadn’t said anything in quite some time. When the doors at the back of the vehicle opened Anna was blinded by bright lights. She felt the weight of the van shift as people climbed in and a second later, they had hooked her under each arm and were dragging her out. Another couple of guards were doing the same to Ryan. “Get off me!” Anna screamed as she tried to twist away from their grasp unsuccessfully. Once out of the van Anna could see they were in some sort of indoor garage. There were no markings on the walls to let her know exactly where she was. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, though judging from how she was made to kneel on the ground next to Ryan with Mr. Sawyer towering over them she felt pretty safe to say she wasn’t in a good spot. “Welcome to your new home.” Mr. Sawyer said as he spread his arms, “It’s a shame it has come to this.” --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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Alice's life is spiralling out of control. The momentum has picked up and the changes feel unstoppable. Is there a way out though? When Kat messages her, maybe, just maybe, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Over the next few days, I saw more and more changes happening. My life was out of my control. The crib felt… oppressive. Every time Mommy left me in there to nap or sleep, I felt a sense of foreboding. The bars seemed to grow to the ceiling and I got the feeling that I would never get out. The bars towered above me as I laid down and looked up at the ceiling. It was the first of many new signs of my reduced status in the house. The next day a playpen arrived along with toys. Mommy told me, casually, that I would be spending a lot of time in it. At first, I couldn’t believe it. She was really going all out. In fact, despite my Mommy’s foreboding presence and how fearful I was of her, I refused. I tried to reason with her. “Mommy, remember when all this started!?” I exclaimed, “I’ve just had a little bladder trouble! All of this other stuff has gotten out of hand!” Mommy never liked me talking back. Her response was swift, and it was to pull me over her knee and spank me until I was crying. She let me stand up, tears and snot falling down my face, and proceeded to berate me. Every word being like a bullet that penetrated into me and knocked my brief and pathetic resistance to the side. Yes, this had originally been about protection from a few accidents, but that had brought light to an even bigger problem. She told me that I was a useless baby and deserved everything I was getting, that every single thing I had a problem was my own fault. For what felt like an hour she exposed every weakness and personal failing I had and attacked it, I felt like I was being dissected. By the time Mommy told me to get in the playpen I was more than happy to do so. It meant the end of my dressing down. I decided that if I wanted to ever get out of the hole I found myself in I had to stop making Mommy mad. Just accept it all and prove I could be trusted again, then surely things would get better. Things didn’t get better. Mommy’s treatment of me seemed to pick up momentum like a heavy boulder rolling down a steep hill. The longer it went on the more impossible it was to stop it. More parts of my life changed. My clothes were switched out for childish outfits, Mommy frequently dressed me and often left my diaper exposed. I was denied any chance of using the potty so over the next few days I used my diaper for everything. It was humiliating. I wasn’t even allowed to ask for a change, I had to wait for Mommy to come and take my hand. I felt for sure that if she could carry me easily Mommy wouldn’t even let me walk to my bed… to my crib for changing. Indeed, sometimes she simply brought the supplies to me and changed me right there in the playpen. Mommy bought me a pacifier that was clipped to the front of whatever I was wearing that day. It had to be on my person at all times and I was technically supposed to have it in my mouth whenever I wasn’t eating or drinking but when Mommy left the room, I would take it out even if it meant risking another spanking. These were big changes. At first the shock kept me numb to them, each one adjusting my situation for the worse as I stared on and struggled to comprehend it all. I was a baby. There was no way to deny it. Nearly every second of the day was a reminder of my position. The one exception was after dinner when Mommy was in the living room and clearly didn’t want me bothering her, so she let me go up to my room. It was on one of these evenings, a week or so after Mommy had first bought the bars for my bed, that I was in my room and sat at my computer. I was wearing a onesie, a piece of clothing I had no idea they made for adults, but it did a good job of holding my wet diaper against my body. I was staring at the screen with my pacifier in my mouth. Kat had just sent me a message saying “Hello.” For some reason even that simple message was enough to make my eyes water. I think it was because it was the first time that someone was addressing me as an equal since Kat had left the house however long ago it had been. Since then, all I’d had from Mommy was baby treatment that felt like it was designed to melt my brain away. Treatment I no doubt deserved, but that was eroding my identity bit by bit. “Hi.” I typed back. “Is everything alright?” Kat asked, “You said you would talk to me more…” “Sorry.” I replied, “I’ve been busy.” There was a period where neither of us were typing anything. Then I saw the message at the bottom say “Kat is typing a response…” I waited. As I did so I shifted in my seat and heard my diaper crinkle in the familiar way. It had almost become part of the background noise my brain just tuned out but when the room was otherwise silent, like my room right then, my brain could still pick up on it. “You’ve been offline for days. You’ve been ignoring my messages again and you’re acting strangely.” Kat wrote, “You told me you would talk to me more and you haven’t. What’s going on?” I hesitated. My heart was hammering. Could I tell Kat the truth? It was so embarrassing to admit what was happening to myself yet alone to another person. Kat had changed me, there really shouldn’t have been anything to hide, and yet the baby treatment was so much worse now. I didn’t know if I could just start telling her that I was sleeping in a crib and playing with baby toys in a playpen. I knew she already thought I was just some baby. I didn’t want anyone to know who I really was, how pathetic I was. “I’m fine.” I typed simply. “No. You’re not.” Kat replied almost instantly. It was just text on a screen, but it felt like I could FEEL how angry she was by my response, “Stop lying and tell me the truth.” All of a sudden it felt like Mommy was on the other end of the messenger. It was another person I was lying to, another person who could see through my deceit and wanted to know the total truth. But what would Kat say if she knew the truth now? If I told her what life was really like for me, how I spent ninety percent of every day being treated like the useless baby I was. I looked down and saw my hands were shaking as they hovered over the keyboard. I hesitated. Whilst I sat mutely staring at the screen, I saw Kat typing again. I waited to see what else she had to say. “Whatever is going on, I want to know.” Kat wrote. It almost immediately showed a second message was coming, “You promised you would tell me. You know you can trust me. Is it something to do with your mom? Do you need help?” I felt a lump in my throat. My fingers settled on the keyboard. I was really going to do this. I was going to tell Kat about the embarrassing developments and leave it to fate whether what she would say afterwards. My final precious link with the real world, one I had been cultivating and preserving, I was about to hover a pair of scissors around that thin string and slowly close them. “It’s nothing to do with Mom.” I typed. I only barely managed to stop myself from typing “Mommy”, “It’s all my fault.” “What’s happening?” Kat replied almost immediately. The first message was quickly followed by a second, “I love you, Alice, but if you don’t let me in, I can’t keep hurting myself reaching out to you. I want to be your best friend but if you can’t trust me then maybe we should go our separate ways.” I took a deep breath and bit down a little harder on the pacifier that was still between my teeth. I wasn’t entirely sure why I hadn’t taken it out, I supposed it was just habit after keeping it in for nearly the whole day. With a second of hesitation, I started typing. In one long message I started writing everything that was happening, though emphasising that I had brought it on myself. I knew Kat was waiting at the other end of the messenger, eager to know how I was doing. It was like an essay. Once I started typing I found the momentum difficult to stop. I started spouting out everything that had happened, including several incidents from before Kat’s impromptu visit. Every embarrassing detail was noted whilst also explaining why Mommy had been forced to take what seemed like extreme measures. Paragraph after paragraph was typed out until I had listed everything I could think of. My finger hovered over the enter button, ready to send this wall of text, my confessions, to Kat. “What are you doing?” Mommy’s voice nearly made me fall out of my chair. I hadn’t heard her come upstairs. I must’ve been too focused on the computer. She was right behind me. “I… I…” I mumbled around the pacifier’s bulb. A line of drool dripped from the corner of my mouth. Mommy strode across the room with purpose, and I quickly pulled my hands away from the keyboard obediently. She reached the screen and bent over to read it. My heart hammered. I watched her eyes scan the messages already sent and the one I was about to send. I saw her go completely still, her skin turned white, and her mouth flattened into a line. I’d been naughty. Yet again I was being bad and forcing Mommy to be angry with me. Tears sprung from my eyes, and I looked down in shame. “Get in your crib.” Mommy muttered darkly. In my haste I nearly knock my chair over. I clambered into the bed and watched as Mommy remained at the computer. I desperately hoped I wasn’t getting Kat in trouble. What if my Mommy told her Mommy and she ended up in the same position I was in!? I watched Mom scroll up the screen and catch up on past messages, mostly Kat trying to talk to me without success. She highlighted the message I had been about to send and then deleted it. She started typing something else out instead, I was too far away to see what it was, but Mommy wrote the message and sent it. I saw the screen scroll as several quick messages from Kat came back and then Mommy moved to Kat’s profile and blocked her. I let out a little sob. I’d been bad and now I was going to be punished by not being able to talk to my friend. Mommy walked over to me in the crib. I flinched and scooted back on the mattress. “Have you been talking to anyone else?” Mommy asked. Her voice was flat but menacing. “No.” I shook my head. “Have you told anyone else what I’ve been forced to do to correct your behaviour?” Mommy asked. “No.” I kept shaking my head. “You’ve been a bad girl.” Mommy continued after a few seconds where it felt like she was reading my mind to find the truth. “I’m so-…” I started. Before I could even finish speaking, Mommy had pulled her hand back and brought it forwards, slapping me across the face. I yelped in shock and fell backwards on to my padded rear. My hand went up to gingerly touch where Mommy had struck me as tears welled up in my eyes. Yet another thing I had forced Mommy to do with my bad behaviour. I just couldn’t seem to make her happy. Mommy pulled the bars up until they locked into place. I was trapped in my bed without even being given my usual diaper change before sleep. I shimmied forwards to the edge of the crib and watched as she returned to the computer. I saw her typing some stuff into a search engine, following various links and downloading various programs. Mommy was tech savvy, and she certainly seemed to know what she was doing. I knew better than to ask. “Goodnight.” Mommy said when she finished and powered down my computer before leaving the room. I was quite surprised she didn’t take the computer with her if I was honest. I looked at the PC as the light was switched off and the door closed. I could only guess what Mommy had done, right then it didn’t seem to matter too much. She’d said something to Kat and then blocked her. It was over. My last link severed, just like that. I sat back on my damp butt and then collapsed sideways so that my head hit the pillow. Mommy had populated my crib with some stuffed animals and I clutched a large round owl to my chest as I sobbed quietly in the dark. It would only be the next day when I learned what Mommy had done with the computer. She seemed surprisingly lax about letting me use it but when I logged on, I realised why. I immediately tried to go to my messaging app but far from finding that Kat was blocked, I discovered that the app wouldn’t load at all. It kept showing me a pop up saying I didn’t have administrator permission. I went online and tried to go on some social media only to be immediately redirected to a page saying the website I had tried to visit was blocked. I was confused. I tried several more websites before finally reading the message that blocked them more carefully. “KidSafe Online: Let You Kids Surf With Confidence.” I frowned as I read it out loud. I searched for the company and then it all clicked together. Parental controls. Mommy had installed and configured parental controls on my computer to stop me going anywhere that she deemed inappropriate. After some exploring, I came to discover what that really meant. Just about the only websites I could visit were ones designed for children where there would be no explicit content. Even on video sharing sites it seemed like nearly everything was blocked except things designed just for babies. After that, Mommy didn’t need to tell me not to use the computer. There was little for me to do on there. Yet another, perhaps one of the last, avenues for me to be anything but a baby was cut off from me. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mkzb6sw183975725 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2310859

Anna is concerned. Ryan did as he was asked and yet no help as arrived. When the re-regressed Jane starts getting upset, Anna thinks of one way to make her friend feel better. --- 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 --- Jane was sat on the floor of the living room laughing and playing with dolls. She had just finished doing all the chores and when Anna could think of nothing more for the regressed woman to clean, she had been told to play. Anna watched on from the couch forlornly. Her friend hadn’t received any of the medicine she needed in several days and she was back to square one. “Thith oneth you!” Jane said as she held up one of the dolls for Anna to see like a baby showing off a favourite toy. “She’s very pretty.” Anna replied with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Jane would likely need a diaper change soon. It had been several hours since the last one and when Anna had checked her an hour previously, she had already been soggy. Anna wasn’t in a place to judge though; her own padding was soaking wet. She should’ve changed a while ago, but she found it difficult to motivate herself to do, she hated the diapers with a passion and interacting them was the absolute worst. “Still no word?” Ryan asked as he walked up to the doorway. “Nope.” Anna replied glumly as she looked at the phone Thorn had previously contacted them on, “You definitely did what they asked, right?” “Anna, I’ve told you a hundred times that I did.” Ryan replied wearily. “I’m just wondering if you made a mistake or something because…” Anna said. “I checked the computer yesterday.” Ryan interrupted with a calm voice, “Thorn’s friend was sent to the right place.” “Then I don’t understand…” Anna’s shoulders slumped as she looked at the phone again. The screen still showed no notifications. When Anna looked back up to Ryan, she could see that he was holding something back. He had never been good at hiding his emotions or inner thoughts. Anna raised her eyebrows and subtly nodded her head to encourage Ryan to speak up. “It’s just…” Ryan’s hand went up to rub the back of his neck, “How well do you know Thorn?” “What do you mean?” Anna asked. “I mean, how well do you know her?” Ryan repeated, “Look, she clearly has the capability to help Jane, we saw that, but what if she just doesn’t care. Have you considered that she might just be using us to get her agent safe?” The thought had crossed Anna’s mind. She didn’t know Thorn at all. Anna could’ve literally bumped right into the leader of The Rose Resistance and never noticed. Maybe this had all been just a way to help Lynn West avoid a worse fate. Anna had thought she was smart and couldn’t be fooled by any tricks like that, she considered herself wise to deception having had to live a lie so often, but maybe her desperate need to help Jane had clouded her judgment. As she sat in silence, she suddenly became aware of a foul smell in the air. Her first instinct was to check her diaper which remained thankfully clean. Jane was still so distracted by playing it hadn’t seemed like she’d registered any conversation happening right in front of her. Anna stood up with a flourish of crinkles and walked forwards a few steps. She leaned down and put her hand against the back of the pink onesie Jane was wearing. Pressing down she could feel the unmistakeable squishiness of a full diaper. “Oh.” Jane suddenly said. Anna’s hand pressing against the padding must’ve been the first Jane knew about her messy accident. The stinky woman’s lip trembled as she threatened to burst into tears. “It’s OK.” Anna said softly, “Come on, I’ve got you. Let’s get you changed.” Anna helped Jane to her feet with a downcast expression. The regressed woman whimpered as she waddled heavily, and Anna led her from the room past Ryan who was still at the doorway. Now that she was standing up Anna could feel her own diaper sagging heavily, she was wetter than she thought. She prayed that she had just peed more than she thought she had and not that it was happening without her noticing. The thought of losing her potty training that had been so recently won was like a hammer blow to her chest. With Anna at the top of the stairs and whispering encouragement to Jane the front doorbell suddenly rang out. Anna was thankful they were at the top so they could walk on to the landing and out of sight before Ryan opened the door. That said, she hung back a bit and leaned around the edge of the banister as Ryan answered. “Oh, yes, come on in. You can leave the bags here and I’ll take them through.” Ryan said as she stepped aside. Of course, it was the shopping being delivered. Living in a gated community where the people in charge clearly didn’t like you leaving made it make a lot more sense for others to bring the groceries to you instead. “Come on.” Anna said softly to Jane as she led her to the nursery. Anna knelt down and pulled the poppers of the onesie apart. As she stood back up, she saw Jane with tears running down her face as she seemed to be battling back the sobs which clearly wanted to get out. It made Anna’s heart break. Somewhere in there was the real Jane who was no doubt feeling terrible about what was happening and yet was powerless to prevent it. “Don’t cry…” Anna said softly as she reached up and wiped a tear from Jane’s cheek, “Accidents happen.” The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still sniffling sadly. It seemed like Jane was worried she had done something wrong, Anna was reminded of the family dog she’d had as a child and how it acted when it went potty inside the house. The dog had always seemed embarrassed and worried even though when it happened it was only because one of the family had failed to let it out. The words didn’t seem to help Jane who was still looking heartbreakingly sad. Anna bit her lip as she tried to think of a way to help her friend feel better. An idea came to her and although it wasn’t a pleasant one, she thought for sure it would make Jane feel a little better. “It happens sometimes.” Anna said as she took a step back, “Look…” Anna turned away from Jane and lifted the back of her dress up to expose the wet diaper underneath. She had second-thoughts about what she was about to do but decided she was already committed. She pushed down with her tummy muscles and squatted slightly. For a few seconds it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen. Anna widened her legs, she didn’t feel any particular need to go but also knew there must be stuff to come out since she hadn’t pooped that day. A pressure started to build and finally she was in business. She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar feeling of warm stickiness emerge from her body until it was pinched off to nestle in the back of her diaper. Anna pushed again and this time found it easier. Several small lumps dropped out of her, and she was finally able to let go of the breath she had been holding. She opened her eyes and sighed as she felt the familiar yet gross feeling of a freshly dirtied diaper. Slowly but surely, she stood up straight again and let the dress drop behind her. “See?” Anna said as she turned to face Jane again with a shrug, “It happens.” For as gross as Anna felt she was grateful that she had seemed to cheer up her friend. Jane wasn’t crying anymore. As Anna waddled back over to the table, she felt the slipperiness in her diaper as the mess spread. As nice as their house was Anna so desperately missed using the bathroom. After working so hard to potty train herself it was extra embarrassing to be reduced back to doing this again. Anna gave Jane a hug and then patted the padded changing table to indicate for her friend to climb on up. She hated feeling messy and would’ve much preferred to change herself first. Each small movement was a reminder as to what she had done. She pushed her own discomfort to one side as she pulled on the tapes and opened her friend’s diaper. As Anna went through the process of cleaning Jane she let her mind wander. It had been a little while since she had been asked to do anything by the government, in that time she had spent most of her time looking for things to do. A lot of her time was spent “playing” with Jane, at least when the regressed woman wasn’t obsessing over the chores, and she had to admit it was nice spending time with Jane even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances. Eventually Jane was clean and dry. Anna stepped back as she hopped off the changing table and leaned in to give her a hug. With a sigh Anna started getting her things ready for her own diaper change. “I’ll help!” Jane said enthusiastically. “You really don’t have to.” Anna quickly replied. Her cheeks blushing red. Jane wasn’t going anywhere. Anna contemplated ordering her friend to leave so she could have some privacy but that seemed cruel, Jane was smiling and really looked like she wanted to do what Anna had done for her. Hopping up on to the changing table Anna tried to keep from squishing her mess around as she laid back It wasn’t the first time Jane had changed Anna. When sent to Finishing School it seemed that Jane was both regressed and trained to be helpful in whichever way she could. As much as Anna didn’t like feeling as if she was taking advantage of her friend, she had to admit it did make diaper changes easier. Anna stared up at the ceiling as the front of her diaper was lowered and the stink of her own “accident” joined the lingering scent of Jane’s. If Jane had a problem with changing a diaper, she didn’t let it show. She pulled a handful of baby wipes out of the tub and started getting to work. “Anna, you’re go-…” The nursery door opened, and Ryan strode in carrying a package. He froze as he saw his wife flat on her back with her dirty diaper open. It wasn’t the first time Ryan had walked in on Anna in a compromising position. He seemed to have a habit of finding the worst times to walk in on her. His cheeks blushed red as he quickly averted his eyes. “Oh, geez, I’m sorry. I’ll…” Ryan started. “No, don’t worry about it.” Anna said with a deep sigh as she felt some cool wipes cleansing her skin, “You’ve seen it all now anyway.” Anna looked over at her husband who was still stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He had a half-wrapped package in his hands but whatever urgency he’d had when coming into the room had seemingly dissipated. He was staring at the open diaper still. “Ryan?” Anna said. “Oh, right, yeah…” Ryan shook his head and then marched forward until he was standing at the side of the table, “I was just putting the shopping away and look what I found at the bottom of one of the bags.” Ryan held out the package and Anna took it. Just looking at the box she realised what it was. She quickly sat up, inadvertently making herself dirty again from the diaper that Jane was still working to change. She hardly noticed the renewed sliminess on her skin though; her attention was entirely focused on what Ryan had brought in. Anna opened the lid and felt a jolt of excitement as she saw the syringes inside. The small vials of pink liquid sloshed slightly as her hands trembled. She looked at Ryan with a big smile. “It worked!” Anna exclaimed. “Yeah!” Ryan replied though his enthusiasm couldn’t quite reach his wife’s levels. Anna put her hands out for a hug, but Ryan simply cleared his throat and looked down to her waist. Looking down herself, Anna realised celebrations would have to wait. She laid back down, clutching the medication to her chest as Jane started to clean her again. --- 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/mktpnjdq94048518 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2304577