Everybody should watch that sketch:   I just love how deadpan John Cleese is throughout the sketch.

Jedi Master

Chapter 13: Brainwashed   Zoey woke up profusely sweating from an orgasm. She rolled onto her side to grab water from how parched she was. She shifted to feel her diaper fully soaked and saw the time was 7AM. Zoey got up and took a shower, placing her wet diaper in the garbage. It seemed her dreams were becoming more and more real feeling. She remembered the details of the dream in fine detail. Zoey was almost annoyed with herself that she was constantly horny now, it was really problemsome from how she could barely contain it. The dreams mixed with Dr. Grey slowly babying her more and more was turning her into mush and she wanted to say she hated it… yet it was the most alive she ever felt. She wanted Dr. Grey in more ways than one. She wanted him to baby her, to hold her, to fuck her and to love her. She wanted to know more about him and for him to know her body. It was almost an obsession Zoey had with him, diapers and baby things. She knew it was a fetish at this point and wouldn’t have it any other way. Zoey was in her own little world when she went to breakfast, sitting near Ivy who’s last day would be in two days. Trident was outside for his morning swim and it left only Zoey with Ivy. Ivy ate her cereal, eyes looking over to timid Zoey who was keeping to herself, “Hey.” Zoey looked up from her cinnamon roll to Ivy who’s eyes were burning into her, “Hey.” She said, feeling like she was for once pulled out of her constant state of thoughts encircling her mind about diapers, Dr. Grey and what they would do. “I’m sorry for the other week.” Ivy paused, loathing her need to apologize, “I don’t apologize much so don’t take it lightly.” She said quickly, eyes darting away from Zoey and then back. Zoey frowned, “I’m sorry for electrocuting you, really. Even if you don’t believe it.” “I’ll get over it at some point.” Ivy said, offering a wink and a small smile, “I’ll be leaving in a few days and we have a lot in common that I think we shouldn’t hate each other if I leave here.” Zoey shrugged, “Like… what that we have in common?” She was perplexed by what Ivy meant. “We hate the Agency, tampered with Power X, and got sent here to the brainwash doctor.” She said, head tilting to Zoey. “Brainwash doctor?” Zoey blurted, blinking in confusion. “Shhhh.” Ivy hushed Zoey, looking behind her as if he were near. She looked back to Zoey with piercing green eyes, “Why do you think you don’t want to leave here, idiot?” Zoey looked down at the white marble table in confusion, trying to think why she liked the beach house so much when she didn’t do much outside of reading, being diapered and artwork, “I just…” She tilted her head, thinking of Dr. Grey and how much she was falling for him. She didn’t think that was brainwash… to her knowledge. “Exactly. Haven’t you seen his purple eyes in sessions?” “No, I guess not…” Zoey said. It was the moment the switch flipped for Zoey… She gasped, covering her hand with her mouth and the dots aligning to her beginning these erotic dreams about diapers since the start of being here. Those were out of her character, yet she couldn’t say she hated them. Quite honestly, she loved the dreams and this newfound fetish that she wanted more of. Why did she like the idea that even if Dr. Grey was manipulating her it made her more attracted to him? She was his puppy he could play with all day if he wanted too. “Why are you blushing? Are you not pissed about this? Dr. Grey isn’t even his real name Zoey.” Ivy said in a hushed voice, eyes serious and scrutinizing. Zoey shrugged, “I- uh… what’s his real name?” She had no lies to tell, her face may have said it all. “Dr. Mastermind. From things I’ve heard, he’s like really dangerous and called the Puppet Master of Supers, Zoey.” Ivy looked disgusted as she said this, as if she were plotting to leave and turn in Dr. Mastermind. Zoey tilted her head to the table again, eyes studying the marble vines in thought… Why did that turn her on more? This new information didn’t change anything for Zoey. If she was his puppet, she’d gladly be that without question. Rather, she’d be his baby. At least he played with her she wouldn’t mind… As scared as Ivy seemed with a flicker of fear in her eyes, Zoey couldn’t help but meet Ivy’s eyes with a flicker of excitement. Was it fucked up and twisted of Zoey? It was and she embraced her dark and twisted side. It may have been as dark and twisted as Dr. Mastermind’s.

hello! i wanted to make an update.   i went 24/7 for about 9 days, and it was absolutely wonderful. i dont remember exactly what went through my head, but i took a break one night and just... didnt wear for the next week. i dont know why and im very dissapointed in myself. after that week of break i started wearing again, for about 3 days that time, and then took another break. another week passed of not wearing, and i put a diaper on again today and it felt like home. i was able to relax not only my bladder but my entire body. it felt like stress that i didnt even know i had left me, and i was supremely thankful for it.   i genuinely dont know why i stopped for those periods of time but i cant help but be... mad at myself actually. i feel like i took a few steps backwards and lost progress during those weeks off, and my desire to be thoroughly incontinent strengthened in a way that i wasnt expecting.   i genuinely dont want to be without my diapers, but i worry about feeling like wanting breaks in the future. i dont want to take breaks...   i feel like a part of the reason why i had stopped during those times was because the plastic of the diaper just started feeling really hot and uncomfortable, but i dont feel like thats enough of an excuse to get out of them. the day after i stopped wearing i wet myself and had to change pants 3 times, it felt amazing.. i want to get back to that point

Les Lea, first...  GREAT story as always.   One of my favorite writers on the platform and always on point.    Anything I'm gonna say here is just my preferences and not a criticism of the work.    The pros: Excellent humiliation factor (love that everyone is taking jabs at Jason, esp his little bros), capable adversary/villian in Diane and you laid good foundation for why Jason deserves punishment. Cons: Unfortunately, as passionately as I love these stories I eventually start to hate them because you writers are so good that you start to make me root for the main character and care about them.  As much as Jason deserves a little ego deflating, the fact that he's getting basically abused by everyone and experiencing hopelessnees (worst emotion there is, btw), makes it a harder read.   I always love when a character maintains some independence, because they have something to fight for, which keeps the drama coming.  Turning a healthy kid into a blubbering baby (while I know it's some people's thing) just doesn't do it for me.  I like to see them have a happy ending to their story (with a little padding ofc) With Jason's latest errant tinkle, I can't see him holding on to his big boy panties much longer and the poor little airhead doesn't realize that there's no chance that he's going on holiday once his buddy's family hears about his incontinence.  I think Jason has only bad times ahead, unfortunately 😕.