Restlessfox's Depression Discussion

Well.... Bambino is still holding down on prices and they just sent out a 20% discount on any sales over $100.   But, like other shops, finding what you want in stock is the problem.     I DON'T NEED ANY MORE YET I HAVE THIS URGE TO BUY MORE WHILE I CAN!  😟

Auntie's Little Dream - Chapter 03: The Weight of Choices   Lily stared at her aunt Clara, her mind reeling as if the ground beneath her had suddenly shifted. She felt a mix of astonishment and concern bubbling up inside her chest. The absurdity of the situation clawed at her thoughts, and she silently repeated to herself, You have to be kidding me. A pack of Pampers diapers—brightly decorated with cartoon animals meant for infants—sat innocently on the bed beside her. But there was nothing innocent about this moment. With a nervous laugh that barely masked her unease, Lily said aloud, "Aunt Clara, what a good joke!" Her voice wavered slightly, hoping against hope that this was all some bizarre prank. Clara's expression didn't falter. If anything, it hardened into something more resolute. "What joke?" she asked coolly, her tone devoid of humor. Lily swallowed hard, her throat dry as desert sand. "This... this thing about me wearing a diaper and being your baby." Her words tumbled out awkwardly, each syllable feeling heavier than the last. Clara sighed softly, as though she'd expected this reaction from the start. And truthfully, she had. Teenagers weren't exactly known for their compliance, especially not someone like Lily, who prided herself on independence. Still, Clara had no intention of backing down. This wasn't just a whim—it was a carefully thought-out plan born out of years of longing and regret. "It's not funny at all," Clara said firmly, her eyes locking onto Lily's. "It's reality." Lily's heart sank. Panic began to creep in, its icy tendrils wrapping around her chest. "Auntie, I'm not a baby," she protested weakly, her voice trembling now. Clara tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Oh? You are, you're already throwing a tantrum." Lily's face flushed crimson at the accusation. Heat rose to her cheeks, betraying her embarrassment. "Why is that?" she demanded, trying to sound defiant despite the quiver in her voice. "It's simple," Clara explained matter-of-factly. "I can't have children. But now..." She gestured to the room around them, her gaze sweeping over the crib-like bed, the dollhouse, the stuffed animals, and finally landing on Lily. "Now, you'll be my baby while you're here in my home." Lily's breath hitched. She glanced around the room again, taking in the surreal details—the puzzle-piece rug underfoot, the mobile twirling lazily above the tiny bed, and most disturbingly, the diapers scattered nearby. Everything seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with its overwhelming implication. Her initial disbelief morphed into outright dread. "You're crazy!" Lily blurted out, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm not a baby, and I don't wear diapers!" Without another word, she bolted toward the door, desperate to escape the madness. But Clara moved faster than Lily anticipated. In an instant, her aunt's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with surprising strength. Lily stumbled back, startled by the sudden resistance. "Young lady," Clara said sharply, her voice cutting through the air like a whip, "you're going to come back here, like a good little girl. And I'm going to put you in a diaper." "I'm not—" Lily started, shaking her head vehemently. "I don't care," Clara interrupted, her tone unyielding. "You're a baby now. If you don't cooperate..." She paused, letting the weight of her next words sink in. "If you don't come here willingly, I'm going to call your mother. I'll tell her you've been disobedient, that you hit me, wet the bed, and refused to follow my rules. Knowing your mother, that guarantees a lot of consequences. No phone. No leaving the house. And definitely no boarding school." Each sentence landed like a dagger, piercing Lily's resolve. The boarding school. How could she forget? It was everything she'd been looking forward to—a fresh start, new friends, freedom from the monotony of her current life. Missing out on that would ruin everything. Her dreams, her plans, her future—all snatched away because of one summer with Aunt Clara. Tears welled up in Lily's eyes, but she blinked them back furiously. Defiance warred with desperation within her, but ultimately, the fear of losing everything won. Slowly, reluctantly, she shuffled back toward her aunt, shoulders slumped in defeat. Clara's smile returned, softer this time but tinged with triumph. "Very good choice," she murmured approvingly. Then, without hesitation, she pulled Lily onto her lap, cradling her niece as though she were indeed a small child. "Now, little girl," Clara cooed, stroking Lily's hair gently, "tell me what you are." Lily hesitated, biting her lip until it hurt. Humiliation burned hot in her cheeks, but she knew there was no way out. Not yet. "I'm... a baby," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Clara beamed, clearly pleased with the response. "That's right, sweetheart. Now come on, Strawberry Shortcake." She lifted Lily off her lap and guided her toward the changing table. "Let's get you into a diaper before you have an accident." As Clara positioned Lily on the padded surface, the teenager stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind racing. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. Yet the cool vinyl beneath her and the rustle of plastic as Clara opened a diaper told her otherwise. Each second felt like an eternity, stretching endlessly as reality crashed down around her. And through it all, Clara hummed softly, her movements deliberate and calm, as though this were the most natural thing in the world. For her, perhaps it was. But for Lily, it was a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.  

CHAPTER ONE The unlikely trio entered the room, feeling very much like Dorothy and her friends approaching the Great Wizard, and blinked rapidly as the harsh overhead lights clicked on, expecting the worst. But nothing happened. The two girls were drawn to large glass panels that stretched nearly floor to ceiling and took up most of the room, pressing their hands and faces against the transparent enclosure to peer inside. Brian wandered up the small staircase to some kind of control panel. In some ways, it reminded him of a soundboard or video control desk, but with more buttons and knobs. He located the key and stood to see what Lola was up to. “Find anything?” He couldn’t decide if Lola looked more beautiful from the front or the rear as she turned to face him. “Not really. Just this big, empty room. Are they keeping something in here? Is it like some sort of science experiment or something?” Lola closed the gap between them as she spoke, walking away from the clear enclosure and stopping to rest her hands on an entirely different contraption. “What is this thing? What did you find up there?” Brian looked down at Lola and then at the dark interface in front of him. “I’m not really sure. That looks to be some sort of conveyor belt, like you would find at a grocery store, but I have no idea what purpose it would serve. There’s a control panel up here, but I’m not sure what it does yet. It’s powered down at the moment.” “Well…can you turn it on?” Autumn joined Lola, both girls leaning against the long black contraption and looking up at him expectantly. “I mean, I think so. But we don’t know what it does. Maybe I can find an instruction manual or something…hang on.” “Stop being such a pussy, Brian! Just hit the damn button!” Brian looked down at Autumn, feeling every one of his adolescent insecurities bubbling up inside of him as he was degraded by his bully’s cutting words in front of his crush. He looked at Lola, not wanting to let her down or embarrass himself any further. She shrugged and smiled at him, and Brian took that as his cue to continue. He sighed and leaned forward. “Okay…here goes!” Brian turned the key and the control panel came to life, lighting up and begging him to play with all the blinking lights and buttons. A low hum resonated as the conveyor belt began rolling forward, throwing Lola and Autumn off balance. “Whoa, that was close. We almost fell onto the…hey!” Lola shrieked as two large mechanical hands reached from under the belt and effortlessly lifted her into the air. Autumn backed away, wanting no part of whatever happened to her tiny new friend, and making her way towards the exit until she, too, was raised into the air and they both hung helplessly above the belt. Autumn struggled to free herself and landed with a thud onto the moving conveyor beneath her. Brian watched as Lola dangled, paralyzed with fear, and tried to decide what to do. Should I try to figure out the controls? Run down and save her? The hands gently lowered Lola onto the belt, where another set of mechanized arms grabbed her small frame, pinning her down. “Brian, help!” “Ummm, okay…hang on! I’ll come down there and try to get you out!” “No, idiot! That’s how we ended up here!” Brian cowered at Autumn’s cutting words and looked down at the two girls struggling against the strange mechanical arms as he paced back and forth. “Autumn’s right, Brian! You’d probably just wind up here like us and then we’d all be stuck. See what you can do from up there!” Okay…I can do this… Brian looked at the controls and decided that doing something was better than doing nothing. Indecision had plagued him throughout his life and he would be damned if his inaction caused any harm to Lola. He nodded to himself and reached for the large lever in the middle. “Occupants Detected. Initiating Safety Protocol.” “What the hell, Brian?! What did you do?” “Nothing! I didn’t touch anything. I was about to pull a lever and then it just came to life!” The conveyor belt crept along at a snail’s pace and Brian watched as both girls were pinned down by multiple sets of mechanical arms, struggling and wiggling frantically to escape their unknown fate. “Hey, I can’t move…ugh…let me go! Brian…help!” Brian looked at the multitude of buttons and flashing lights and levers. If he had a manual or a few hours, he was sure that he could figure it out. But he didn’t work well under pressure. Brian sat down and took a breath, only now seeing the monitors above the panel that clearly showed his future girlfriend and childhood bully pinned down to the belt and struggling. He watched the timer in the corner count down the seconds: 3…2…1… Brian held his breath and waited, but nothing happened. He let his breath out slowly, not realizing that his entire body had been tense for the last several minutes. CLICK. He reached for the lever in the center and it wouldn’t budge. He tried the next one. And then the next. All levers were locked into place and the buttons stopped flashing, reverting to solid colors. “Occupants Secure. Initiating Garment Removal Process.” “Garment removal…what the…Brian, what the fuck are you doing up there?!” Brian jumped to his feet as another set of hands crept towards Autumn, who continued to scream and thrash. “Nothing! This isn’t me. There was a countdown and then I got locked out of all the controls! Whatever this is, it’s happening on its own!” A small container was placed at the foot of each of the women and they struggled as their matching black canvas shoes and socks were swiftly removed and placed into the waiting bins. “Ugh, help me, Brian!” As the hands reached for Autumn’s pants, Brian was conflicted, but knew there was nothing he could do. At least not right now. Whatever was happening, it was clear the process needed to complete itself before he would have any chance to act again. As Autumn’s baggy jeans were pulled down and he saw her black boy shorts and pale, bare legs, Brian stared on with morbid fascination. This was the girl that had made his life hell for over a decade. Made it impossible for him to have any real friends or any kind of social life. And it never even seemed to phase her. It was as though his daily suffering didn’t even register and Autumn could hardly be bothered to even care who he was. And now Autumn was crying out to him for help? Brainy Brian?   He looked at her bare legs and smiled, deciding that he was going to allow himself to enjoy this bit of karmic retribution. Brian would try to help her later, of course, but, for now, he had earned this and, somehow, the universe was paying him back in the weirdest way possible. “Brian, help! Please!” Shit. Lola. He had only known her for a few weeks, but he had never been more instantly attracted to and enraptured by a woman in his entire life. And despite all odds, Lola seemed to be legitimately into him too. Brian had dreamed of seeing what Lola looked like under those baggy pants. But his dreams were never like this. Lola struggled and squirmed as the oversized jeans were easily yanked down her flailing legs and Brian finally saw one of the neon-colored thongs that had teased him for weeks, peaking over the waistband of her pants anytime she bent down. And Lola seemed to bend over a lot around him.   What. Is. Happening… Brian adjusted himself as both girls were pulled into sitting positions to have their tops removed; a baggy black tee from some band Brian had never heard of for Autumn and a tiny crop top for Lola. He didn’t have time to process this new information as both of their bras were quickly whisked away and stashed into their respective bins and Brian was enraptured as their bare breasts swung freely into view, his first time seeing boobs in real life. “Ah, what the fuck! Brian, make it stop! Ugh!!” He looked at Autumn and couldn’t stifle his smile. Her soft body surprised him, having never seen her in anything other than oversized black clothing, with large full breasts and prominent curves that were struggling to maintain control of her last shred of dignity. He had never seen a woman naked before…not outside of a computer screen…and couldn’t believe his first was going to be Autumn Higgins. “Noooo, ugh…please….not those too….” Brian turned his head back to his crush, unable to believe the situation he found himself in, as Lola was forced back to a prone position and had her legs lifted in the air for her tiny panties to be removed. Without her baggy clothes, she seemed even smaller than he expected, tight and trim, and he watched with conflicted feelings between his heart and his pants as a nearly nude Lola flailed and pleaded. Both women were now completely naked and spread on the conveyor belt as it crawled down the path and Brian didn’t know what to do. “Brian? Is it done? Can you help us now?” He looked at the controls, still locked, and stood to give Lola the bad news. They both looked at him, hopeful that this was all some sort of mistake or malfunction and that Brian was ready to set everything right. “Scan complete. Beginning cleansing and hair removal process.” “The…what?!” Both girls lifted their heads and renewed their struggle at the newest robotic command. Autumn screamed and thrashed as the hands lifted both of the women into a seated position.  “Get the fuck off me! Ugh…Let go! What the fuck is this?!” “Inappropriate language detected. Initiating Pacification Protocol.” “What the fuck does that mean? What is this place?!” “Brian??” Two additional hands appeared from beneath the belt with small pieces of plastic, one headed towards each struggling woman as they continued to struggle and scream. “What the FU…mmmph?” Autumn spit out the pacifier instantly and stared at the infantile object as it rolled down her naked body and onto the belt. “Is that a fucking pacifier?!” Brian was amused now. If anyone deserved to be pacified, it was Autumn Higgins. Her words did nothing but hurt people and some silence would be appreciated, so he could think. Another pacifier was procured, and the game continued until half a dozen pacifiers were strewn across Autumn’s body as she continued to struggle and scream her dissatisfaction with the pacification experience. Lola sat quietly with her pacifier, not particularly enjoying the experience, but unwilling to voice her distaste in the same manner as her larger conveyor companion. “Enough! Stop this. Get the fuck off of me!” The mechanical arms retracted, picking up a peck of pacifiers on the way out. Autumn took a deep breath, proud of herself for holding her ground and defying authority once again. She was not someone to be fucked with and it didn’t matter if it was man or machine, Autumn had no intention of backing down today. “Pacification rejected. Disciplinary Action required.” “Lola, look out!” Brian saw the large paddle coming and cried out in hopes that it would somehow save his crush from whatever was coming next. Whether or not his warning helped, they would never know, but Lola and Brian watched in silent trepidation as the paddle bypassed Lola and hovered next to Autumn. “Oh, fuck no…” They watched as Autumn was flipped onto her hands and knees and had her shoulders pressed onto the belt, spreading her legs wide with her pale, bouncy bottom pointing straight into the air. “No. No! Noooooo!” WHACK! “Ugh…FUCK this place!!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Lola now sucked on her pacifier, showing full compliance to stay away from the terrible paddling punishment happening only a few feet in front of her. She didn’t know what this was, but Lola wanted no part in it. “Stop!! Ugh…please….just…stop…” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Puh…please….okay….please…” WHACK!! WHACK!! The paddle paused, resting near Autumn’s bottom with light taps against her backside to remind the sniffling girl of its presence. She groaned as the pacifier came back into view and lowered her head. WHACK!! “Okay!! Jesus…okay…” WHACK!! Autumn turned her head and opened her mouth, deciding that this battle was already lost and it would be best to regroup and fight another day. She made eye contact with Ben as she closed her lips around the pacifier and flinched at him, laughing as he stumbled backwards from the controls. I still got it. The paddle hovered for a few more moments to be sure it was no longer needed before retracting and returning with wet sponges.   “Pacification Complete. Resuming cleansing and hair removal process.” Lola sat, unblinking, and allowed herself to be bathed by the strange hands and never took her eyes from the red bottom in front of her. She still wasn’t sure what this place was or what was coming next, but she knew that she didn’t want a similar fate to befall her. Both women silently and begrudgingly allowed the mechanical hands to maneuver them until they were scrubbed clean from head to toe and back in their original position, spread eagled on their backs, with the sponges seeming to pay extra special attention to the area between their legs. “Mmmmph. Mmmmph.” Brian listened to the groans…or moans?...as he watched the next part unfold, having already forgotten about the previous command. The girls laid still as a thick lotion-like substance was applied across their bodies, covering their arms, legs, mid-sections, and between their legs. They stayed in place for several minutes, too afraid to move and upset the machine again until the lotion was wiped away, taking any hairs with it, until their skin was soft and smooth. “Mmmmmph? Mmmph!” Autumn’s protest served no purpose as she was flipped back onto her hands and knees. Lola’s eyes widened as she was pulled into a similar position and darted her head around, looking for the paddle. They were instead rewarded with more of the thick cream applied between their cheeks, down the backs of their legs and across their lower backs and both waited again, in humiliating agony as the cream did its job until both were smooth and hairless from nose to toes. Brian loved puzzles, but had to admit that even he was stumped on this one. What was this place? Why would it strip his friends and remove all of their body hair? And why the heck would it give them pacifiers? “Commencing health check.” Lola and Autumn stayed in position, unable to get away from the powerful hands as Brian looked on in wide-eyed wonder and what was coming next for them.  “Oh god…Lola, brace yourself!” “Mmmph?” Brian looked into the eyes of the woman he was pretty sure he could love as the thermometer entered her tight bottom. He saw the surprise and confusion at the indignity of such an intrusion before the squirming and pouting took over. But Lola knew better than to move or fight back. One glance at the similar thermometer poking out between Autumn’s flaming red cheeks in front of her confirmed Lola’s reluctant compliance. Autumn seemed to have an equally disagreeable time, though Brian was much more amused at her discomfort. Both groaned and bit down on the rubber bulbs filling their mouths as the thermometers were twirled and then slowly removed. “Health check complete. Initiating Dressing Protocol.” Brian followed the curves on Autumn’s body as she was again flipped over to her back. She glared at him as he bore witness to her disgrace, but Brian was ready this time and matched her stare until the battered bully grumbled and looked away, pouting into her pink pacifier.  Lola pleaded desperately with her eyes as she awaited her next humiliation. She had already been stripped, shaved, pacified, and had a thermometer lodged into her bottom. She was grateful to have not been paddled, but not looking forward to finding out what the ‘dressing protocol’ had in store for her. The two pacified women looked up in unison as they heard the crinkling sound, both widening their eyes and protesting vehemently behind their pacifiers, struggling against their bonds with all they had as the two large diapers came into view. “Mmmmph! Mmmph! Mmmmph!” “Mmmph! No fucking way! Absolutely not! Fuck this!” Autumn kicked and flailed until her left leg was free. Surprised and emboldened by her newfound freedom, she doubled her efforts until her right leg was also free. As she thrashed and cursed, trying to free her arms, Autumn did not see the mechanical hands rising overhead that grabbed her ankles and pulled them up and over her head, exposing her hairless and vulnerable places. WHACK! “...oh…” WHACK! WHACK! “Oh god…no….please….owwwww, fuck….Nooo!!” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Brian watched as Autumn was paddled in the diaper position, her screams and groans quickly turning to tearful pleading and mournful wails until she was openly crying as the paddling continued. She continued crying for several moments after the paddling stopped until the pacifier was once again held to her lips. Autumn did not hesitate this time, opening her mouth and accepting the rubber bulb as she fought to quiet her unsteady breathing and resume an aura of authority and control. Her legs were lifted higher and Autumn winced as her sore bottom came into contact with the soft padding for the first time. Autumn didn’t even open her eyes to confirm that the soft flurries were baby powder, having relented to whatever this place wanted to do to her until she could figure out a better plan. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of the tapes ripping and sniffled quietly to herself as the diaper was pulled firmly between her legs and she was sealed into her padded prison.  Brian forced his eyes to leave Autumn’s humiliating new predicament and was surprised to see that Lola had already been diapered. Her vibrant green eyes were wet with humiliation as she locked eyes with him. He watched as she was raised into a seated position and obediently raised her arms for the light blue top to be pulled over her head. Lola looked down, softly sniffling to herself, as her blonde hair was pulled into two high pigtails and tied off with matching ribbons. A glance to his left confirmed that Autumn was in a similar new outfit, though hers was a pale shade of pink. Lola and Autumn offered no further resistance as they were carried off the belt and into the clear cage, standing in shocked silence at the jarring transformation as the conveyor belt wound down and the mechanical hands retracted. The silence was eerie, and both girls looked at Brian with pleading eyes, hoping he knew what to do next. ---------------------------------------------------   REAM and SubStar subscribers already have full access to this complete story—and if you’d rather own it forever, you can grab the finished version now on Amazon. But don’t stop there. My new exclusive series, The Diaper Deal, is live—and it’s bigger, bolder, and more twisted than anything I’ve ever written. It’s raw. It’s personal. It’s humiliating in a way that lingers. Two updates every week. Five deeply broken characters. And an underground system that sells your shame like it’s luxury entertainment. If you thought The Mechanical Nursery was intense... You haven’t seen anything yet. They volunteer. 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Its been a few months, so figured it would be good to drop a message and reassure that this story isn't dead. Winter took its toll on my mental health and I was occupied dealing with that for a while. I'm getting back into the swing of writing now and in addition to some other stories I'm tinkering with, I'm about 600 words into the next chapter of Breaking Ground. Hopefully won't be too long until I finish it and start editing. Thanks for being patient with me.

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