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I came across some photos of the new girls designs on some other forums. It seems like they have new leak guards as well that seem more babyish to me. I'm not sure how I feel about the new XL designs yet, but it seems like it will be easier to see the discoloration when wet. I think I like the old flower design more though. I will definitely miss the cupcake design from the old large size girls. Most online storefronts seem to have been updated with the new designs and info. XL: L: Finally, here's a diagram from Amazon showing the new leg gathers on the new ones:

I got a 9 pack of girls XL Goodnites a few days ago. They seemed to be slightly longer than before, but the designs were the exact same.

Just a short little one-shot I've been working on the last few days. --- Mandy was staying with her college roommate, Amy, and her family during spring break. The dorms had kicked them out for the week and she wasn't able to afford a plane ticket to fly home or a hotel to stay in. Thankfully, the Peterson's had graciously offered to let her stay with them for the week. Things were completely normal her first night there. The second night, however, was when things got weird. At nine o'clock that night, Amy's mother entered the room they were sharing unannounced. She took a seat on Amy's bed and looked at the two girls. Mandy was confused, even more so when she looked over and noticed that Amy was staring at the floor with a red face. "Alright girls, it's Saturday night. Amy, you already know what that means. Mandy, I'm guessing by your confused face that Amy has never told you about Maintenance Night. Amy, explain what Maintenance Night is." Mrs. Peterson ordered her daughter. "Maintenance Night is the night of the week when I get my maintenance spanking. It's where I am disciplined for any bad behavior, so that I can go into the new week with a fresh start." Amy explained, incredibly embarrassed. Mandy was shocked. Her roommate, a full adult in college, got spanked by her mom every week? She wondered if that was why Amy went home every weekend? Mandy enjoyed the alone time it gave her, but knowing this it now made her feel guilty. "That's right. Come on Amy, let's get started." Mrs. Peterson said. Mandy watched in awe as her roommate grabbed a hairbrush off of her dresser, handed it to her mom, and then started undressing. Not just to her underwear either, Amy kept undressing until she was completely naked. After discarding her last article of clothing, she bent over her mother's lap and raised her butt in the air. Mrs. Peterson quickly raised the hairbrush and smacked it down on her daughter's bottom. Mandy stared in a shocked stupor as she watched her adult roommate receive a spanking. Amy's bottom quickly began taking on a red hue that deepened in color as the spanking progressed. Before long, tears began flowing down Amy's face and she was bawling. She was repeatedly apologizing and telling her mom that she was going to 'be a good girl'. Her mom continued spanking for a little bit afterwards before finally stopping. When the spanking was over, Amy stood up on her feet and embraced her mom in a hug. The hug lasted for about half a minute before Amy was ordered to get dressed and go to the corner. Mandy stared at Amy's glowing red bottom while she walked to the dresser. She was pulled out of her stupor by Mrs. Peterson addressing her. "Come on Mandy, your turn." Mrs. Peterson said, patting her lap. "W-what?" Mandy responded, confused. "It your turn for a maintenance spanking. Undress and lay down on my lap so that we can get started." Mandy's first instinct was to outright refuse. The Peterson's were letting her stay with them for free for over a week though. She didn't want to be rude and insult their traditions, even if they were weird as hell. There was a part of her that curious about it too. Amy was a straight A student who always finished her homework early. Could this be what made her like that? Hesitantly, Mandy approached Mrs. Peterson and began stripping. While doing so, she glanced over to Amy, who was in the middle of working a pull-up diaper up her legs. "Amy has trouble holding her bladder after a spanking. To prevent any accidents, she wears a Goodnite until morning. Now come on, finish undressing." Mrs. Peterson told Mandy. Mandy continued stripping until she was completely naked. While undressing, she watched Amy finish putting on the diaper and get dressed in a childish set of pajamas. Once finished dressing, Amy walked over to the corner of her bedroom and planted her nose in the corner. "Once your spanking is over, you'll have some corner time to reflect on what you did wrong this week and what you'll do better next week." Mrs. Peterson explained as Mandy finished undressing. Mandy covered her breasts with her arm while she slowly lowered herself down onto Mrs. Peterson's lap. Once in position, Mrs. Peterson rested one arm on the younger girl's back and raised the hairbrush into the the air with the other. With no warning, she brought it down hard and began Mandy's spanking. Mandy yelped as pain rushed through her bottom. She had never received a spanking before, and Mrs. Peterson was not going easy on her. It didn't take long for Mandy to start begging for the spanking to end. She had involuntarily began thrashing around, causing Mrs. Peterson to have to restrain her with her leg and free arm. Not too much longer later and Mandy was bawling worse than Amy had been minutes earlier. Mrs. Peterson kept spanking her for another minute though, until she was certain that Mandy had been thoroughly punished for whatever naughtiness she had committed that week. Mandy was only given a few seconds to compose herself before being guided back onto her feet. She was still crying and trying in vain to rub the pain out of her butt cheeks. "Okay Mandy, go over to Amy's dresser and pick out a Goodnite and pajama set. Both are in the second drawer." Mrs. Peterson instructed. "A G-Goodnite? I don't need that!" Mandy said through tears. Mrs. Peterson, not satisfied with that answer, stood up, pulled Mandy's hand away, and delivered two more spanks onto the poor girl's butt. Mandy cried out and tried to loosen her hand, but couldn't break free of the bigger adult's grip. "Mandy, this is the kind of naughtiness that maintenance spankings are supposed to prevent. Unless you think you need more spankings, I suggest you go grab yourself a Goodnite and pajama set." Mrs. Peterson threatened. Mandy, desperately wanting to avoid further spankings, conceded this battle and walked over to Amy's dresser. Inside the second drawer were several sets of matching, childish print pajama tops and bottoms. Sitting next to them were two stacks of pull-up diapers, exactly like the one Amy had just put on. Mandy groaned internally and grabbed one of them, examining the butterfly prints on it as she did so. She also picked up a white set of pajamas that had a pink trim and strawberry print design, which was the least childish one she could find. "Good girl. Bring them over and I'll help you get changed." Mrs. Peterson instructed Mandy. By this point, Mandy didn't have any fight left in her. The sooner she could get this over with, the better. Here she was, an adult, being spanked and made to pick out a diaper for herself. Anything from here on couldn't be any worse. Mandy brought everything over to Mrs Peterson. The older adult grabbed the Goodnite from the pile and held it out for Mandy to step into. Once she realized what was expected from her, Mandy stepped both legs into the garment and allowed her roommate's mom to pull it up her legs. Mandy, now diapered, was at least thankful that her vagina was no longer exposed. Mrs. Peterson then helped Mandy into the pajama set as well. "Okay Amy, corner time is over. Go finish getting ready for bed while Mandy has her turn. Mandy, go take Amy's place in the corner and reflect on your naughty deeds." Mrs. Peterson ordered. Mandy had forgotten Amy was even there. Still lacking any fight, she silently obeyed her roommate's mom and walk into the corner. She stood there for what felt like an eternity. She wasn't thinking about any 'naughty deeds', but instead how absurd this entire situation was. She was thankful that Amy's mom couldn't tell what she was thinking. That night, Mandy slept on her stomach. The diaper she was wearing was making it hard for her to sleep, despite how exhausted she was. The padding was much thicker than the thin panties that she was used to. She woke up the next morning to Mrs. Peterson entering their shared room and telling them that breakfast is ready. The first thing Mandy noticed was the dull pain in her bottom, the second was the thick, cold padding between her legs. Mandy shot up in surprise at the realization of what she had done. She hadn't wet the bed in over thirteen years! But here she was now, wearing a soaking wet diaper. Mrs. Peterson, likely already knowing what had happened, walked over to Mandy. "Did you have an accident, Mandy?" She asked. "U-umm." Mandy tried to answer, having trouble articulating an appropriate response. "It's okay if you did. I'm sure Amy's Goodnite is soaked too." Mrs. Peterson responded. "Y-yes." Mandy answered, meekly. "Did you leak at all?" The older woman asked. "W-what?" "Did your Goodnite leak?" Mrs. Peterson, not liking Mandy's lack of an answered, bent over and pulled the girl's covers off. She grabbed Mandy under her armpits and hoisted her onto her feet. Mandy, mortified by this, stood in shock and just let it happen. Mrs. Peterson then pulled down her pajama pants and exposed the wet diaper she was wearing. The padding of the diaper had expanded a good amount and was sagging between Mandy's legs. It hadn't leaked, but it couldn't hold much more. "No leaks. Let's go down stairs and eat. You can get changed after breakfast." Mrs. Peterson said, going over to her daughter to finish rousing her. ----- After breakfast, Mandy was able to shower and change back into her normal clothes. The rest of the week progressed as if the events of Saturday night and Sunday morning had never happened. No spankings, no childish pajamas, and no diapers. Not even a mention of any of the three. That was, until Saturday night came around again. Mandy had spent all of Saturday dreading it, hoping that last week had just been a bad dream. It wasn't a dream though. That night, Mrs. Peterson enter the room and gave both girls a hard, hairbrush spanking. Just like last week, she made both change into a Goodnite diaper before dressing them in childish pajamas and sending them to the corner. Also like last week, Mandy woke up the next morning to a still-sore bottom and a wet diaper. That Sunday was the day they were able to go back to their dorm. Mandy couldn't wait, she was ready to get far away from this house and hopefully never come back. As they were loading up the car, Mrs. Peterson stopped them for a chat. "Mandy, it was great having you over this week." She said. "Thank you for letting me stay, your home is lovely." Mandy responded. "I wanted to talk to you about something before you go. I was talking with Amy, and she said that she's noticed you acting different. She believes that you've been kinder and more patient. We both think that the maintenance spankings are really helping you, which is why I want you to come back here with Amy every weekend from now on." Mrs. Peterson said, making it sound more like a command than a request. "O-oh, u-um, I don't know if..." Mandy tried to answer before getting interrupted. "It's settled then. I'll see you and Amy next Saturday." Mrs. Peterson said, enveloping Mandy in a hug. Mandy didn't know what to say. The last thing she wanted was a weekly spanking by her roommates mom. She thought about outright refusing, but she knew that it probably wasn't going to be that simple. She had a suspicion that if she didn't show up with Amy that Mrs. Peterson would come to their dorm to collect her or worse, administer a spanking there. There wasn't really an easy way out. "R-right." Mandy said nervously as she placed her bag in the car. This was going to be a long spring term.

I'm hoping I didn't miss the deadline. It would be helpful to know which time zone the date is going off of for future contests. My entry is here:

This story was created for the 3rd Kasarberang Story Contest. It is currently incomplete, but I do plan on working on it more in the future. --- My first week of college had gone way smoother than I had anticipated it would. All of my professors are nice and haven't assigned an unreasonable amount of homework, the weather was beautiful, and my sorority sisters are all kind! Last week I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I was leaving my parents for the first time and about to start a new chapter of my life. But if every week could be as good as this one, then there would be nothing to worry about. My name is Natalia and I'm a freshman at Green Meadow University. Green Meadow had been my first choice of college and thankfully my grades were good enough to get me in. Unfortunately it also meant that I wouldn't be able to stay at home with my parents, as Green Meadow was over 5 hours away. Saying goodbye to my parents after they dropped me off had been one of the hardest things I have had to do. The support from my sorority sisters really helped me get through the first day. My older sister was part of a sorority all throughout her college career and always told me about how much it had helped her. Her stories and testimonies left an impression on me, and it's ultimately what made me decide to apply for one myself. Delta Delta Sigma was one of the most exclusive at Green Meadow and somehow I managed to get accepted in, along with only two other freshman. Delta Delta Sigma only had a total of 14 members. Three freshmen, four sophomores, two juniors, and three seniors. All of them have been super nice to me so far, but it was fairly apparent that some of them had a bit of an ego. I guess that's to be expected when you're a part of such an exclusive group. As long as I stay on their good side it shouldn't be an issue. My fellow freshmen didn't seem to have an ego like our seniors. They seemed like genuinely nice people, just trying to adjust to one of the biggest changes of their lives. Kate had come to Green Meadow from half-way across the country. While I was a lot closer to my family than her, we still managed to form a bond over being so far away from our families. Kate is roughly five-foot-five and has shoulder-length blonde hair. My other freshman sister, Sierra, came from a town only 30 minutes away from Green Meadow. I'll admit that I was a bit envious of her. Having her own car and being only thirty minutes away from her parents meant she could visit home basically whenever she wanted. That wasn't all though. Her height of five-foot-nine was quite contrasting to my short, five-foot-one stature. Her double-D's were also quite lovely when compared to the A-cups that I'm sporting. All of this, combined with her smooth, dark skin and pretty black pony-tail got her a lot of attention from the guys around campus. Sierra was definitely a looker and she knew it. Despite that, she was still very kind, which made me feel a bit guilty. Even though my first week of college had been smooth, I was still glad that it was finally the weekend. Going to four different classes nearly every day sounded easy to me at first, but it was a lot more exhausting than high school. Once I finished my last class for the day I headed back to the sorority house to get a jump-start on my weekend and veg-out a bit. I was glad to find that my roommate was gone when I got to my room. Lisa, my roommate, was nice, but it was very apparent that she thought pretty highly of herself. She was a senior with a drop-dead gorgeous body. At first I thought it was a bit odd that I got paired up with a senior, but that ended up being the case for both Kate and Sierra as well. I guess it's supposed to be some kind of mentorship thing, but it's a bit intimidating to be honest. With her gone I could relax a lot easier. In no time at all I had changed into a pair of sweatpants and booted up an episode of The Office on my laptop. While that played in the background I got started on my weekend homework. By the time Lisa got back I was already finished and on the verge of falling asleep. "Hey Natalia," Lisa said as she entered out room, "how was your day today?" "It was good, but I'm glad it's the weekend." I responded, waking up a bit. "Me too! I don't know if you've heard yet, but tomorrow is our yearly fundraising event." "Oh, no one told me about that. Is there anything I need to do?" I asked. Why didn't anyone tell me sooner? It's not like I had any plans, but a bit more notice would have been nice. "Sorry about that! We always have our fundraiser on the first Saturday of them term. We must have forgot to tell you all. We already have everything ready, so we'll tell you what you have to do tomorrow." "Oh, okay." I thought it was a bit odd that Lisa didn't give me much information about the fundraiser. I didn't want to bother her by asking for more details though so I let it go. It sounds like everything has already been taken care of anyways, so it should be easy. Later in the night, somewhere around 9:00pm, Lisa told me that it would probably be a good idea to go to bed early. When I questioned her on why, she would only tell me that it was going to be a long day tomorrow and that I'd want to be well-rested for it. I almost never went to bed before 11:00pm and hardly ever had an issue getting through the day. I thought about just ignoring her, but at the same time she actually knew what was going on tomorrow. I decided to compromised and call it a night at 10:00pm. ----- I was jolted awake in the morning due to a bunch of pressure on my arms and legs. I tried to sit up out of surprise but couldn't due to the pressure on my shoulders keeping me pinned against my bed. When I looked around I saw that the people holding me down were other sorority members, who were all sporting malicious grins. "What the hell is going on?!" I demanded with my raspy morning voices. "We're getting you ready for the fundraiser." Lisa stated as she loomed over me at the end of my bed. "What the fuck does this have to do with the fundraiser?" I asked while trying to shake myself free from the grips of my sorority sisters. "You'll see real soon." Lisa said with a giggle. Lisa walked around to my right side and stood next to Janna, the junior sorority member who was pinning down that side of me. I looked over at Lisa and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I gasped as she bent over and stuck her fingers under my basketball shorts that I had gone to sleep in. She then began forcing them down my legs, exposing my panties. "Hey! Stop! What the fuck!?" I yelled, trying to thrash around even harder to try to free myself. "You've got quite the mouth on you little girl." Janna stated and let out a giggle. "And some cute panties, too." Gabby, the sophomore on my left, added. I peered down my bed and was able to get a glimpse at the panties I had one. They were my pinks ones with a black, lace bow on the center. One of my most embarrassing, yet comfortable ones. "Quiet down Natalia. We'll be done faster if you stop struggling." Lisa suggested as she pulled my shorts down to my ankles. "Done with what?!" Let me go!" I demanded, continuing my struggling. "I told you. We're getting you ready for the fundraiser. Now quiet down and hold still." Lisa commanded, this time with more annoyance in her voice. "Not until you tell me what the fuck you're doing and why you're holding me down!" I continued to demand. "Fine! If it will get you to shut up and stop struggling then I'll show you what we're doing." Lisa said as she removed my shorts and took them out of sight. When she came back she was holding something square and pink in hands. The was some kind of pattern on it as well, but I couldn't make out any details about it. Dread began to envelope me as she unfolded the object and I began to realize what it was. "What the fuck is that for?!" I yelled at Lisa. "It's for you. It's part of your outfit for the fundraiser." Lisa answered, acting like it was a normal piece of clothing. "I'm not wearing a diaper!" I shouted at her. "Oh yes you are. That's why I have Gabby and Janna here to help me. Now settle down and let me put your diaper on." Lisa ordered. "No way! You're not putting me in a diaper!" I yelled at Lisa as I continued trying to free myself. "Alright, I think we've heard enough out of you." Lisa stated as she set the diaper down on top of my stomach and walked away. When she came back a moment later she was holding something else in her hands. As she got closer I began to get a better look at what it was. It appeared to be a pink pacifier that had black, leather straps attached to the sides of it. The pacifier was way bigger than any I'd even seen before though. A new wave of panic kicked in as she grabbed the handle on the pacifier shield and started approaching my face. "Get that away from me!" I demanded as I jerked my head away from her. "So fussy. This is why I told you to go to bed early last night." Lisa commented as she used her free hand to grip my chin and force me to look at her. With my mouth forced open by her she popped the huge rubber nipple of the pacifier into my mouth. With it inside, she quickly took hold of both leather straps and pulled them behind my head. Her large boobs were smothering my face as she secured the two straps together tightly behind my head using the buckle latch. With it secured there was no way for me to get it out without my hands. I tried to yell at them to take the damn pacifier out, but the nipple was so big that it prevent me from forming anything close to comprehensible. The pacifier seriously took up almost all of the room in my mouth and forced my tongue down. I realized now that I wouldn't even be able to call for help. There's no way anyone outside of the room would be able to hear my muffled cries. "There we go, that's much better. You be a good girl and nurse your paci while mommy gets your diaper on." Lisa cooed at me and pinched my cheeks. Now that I was effectively muted she went back to work. She took hold of the thin sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, exposing my hairless crotch. With little effort on her part she removed it completely and threw it off to the side. "Aww look at that, smooth as a baby." Lisa commented, eliciting laughs from everyone except me. I continued struggling as Lisa picked up the diaper and brought it between my legs. The girls holding me down lifted my bottom up for her so that she could position the diaper below me. As they lowered me I felt my butt make contact with the soft padding, sending another wave of fear through me. Why was this happening to me?! With the diaper now positioned under me, Lisa walked away to grab something else. She came back moments later holding two bottles. She popped the lid off of one and began pouring it out onto her hand. She then began rubbing her hands together and seconds later she was rubbing it into my crotch and bottom. "We wouldn't want our cute little baby to get a rash, would we?" Lisa asked rhetorically as she rubbed the baby oil into me. There was no way she seriously believed I would use this diaper, right? Once she was satisfied with the amount of baby oil she had applied to me Lisa opened the second bottle. She tipped it upside down over me and began dumping baby powder out onto my pelvis. The smell quickly began dominating the room as she poured much more than necessary out and began rubbing it into my butt cheeks, legs, and crotch. Once Lisa deemed me to be sufficiently powdered she grabbed the front of the diaper brought it up and over my pelvis. The tapes sounded like someone scratching a chalk board to me as she pulled them loose. One by one she ripped them off and used them to secure the over-sized diaper. In no time at all she had the diaper securely fastened to me. "There we go! That wasn't so bad, was it baby?" Lisa asked me, knowing that I couldn't tell her what I really thought. Of course it was bad! I am an eighteen year old college student being forced to suck on a pacifier while my upperclassman hold me down and force an over-sized baby diaper on me! "Now let's finish getting you dressed and you can go meet the other babies." Lisa said as she went back to grab something else. Other babies? Were they doing this to Kate and Sierra too? What the hell kind of fundraiser is this? When Lisa came back she was holding something that made me want to puke. She walked in to the room showcasing a small, pink, ruffly dress. When I say small, I mean small. This dress looked like it was for a six year old's princess Halloween costume. If it weren't for the diaper they had just put on me, I would never believe that they would try to make me wear that. I prayed that it would be too small to fit on me. "Get her shirt off girls. We're starting to run late." Lisa commanded. Next thing I knew Lisa was holding my legs down while Gabby and Jana worked my shirt off my body. I tried to fight them off but was no match for their combined strength. In a depressing amount of time they had removed my shirt and exposed my small chest. "You're perfect for this. If you had any boobies at all this dress might not fit." Lisa stated as she picked the dress back up and re-positioned herself to my side. From this close I could see how small the dress really was. There was no way this dress would cover the diaper at all! Without warning Gabby and Jana used their legs to keep mine pinned down. They both took hold of my arms and forced me to sit up. The movement made the diaper crinkle, embarrassing me even further. Gabby and Jana then forced me to raise my arms into the air. Once there, Lisa began forcing the dress onto me. Sadly, it stretched just enough to go down my body. Once it was as low as it could go, Lisa backed off. "Aww don't you look adorable! We're not done yet though!" Lisa said as she went to grab more clothes. The dress felt tight on my body. Not uncomfortable, but noticeable. As I suspected, the frilly three-layer skirt did nothing to cover any of the diaper. The sleeves were very short and barely covered any of my arms. The front of the dress had a purple and pink fairy made out of glitter on it, something that I hadn't noticed until now. The shoulders puffed out into little balls and had ribbons on top of them. There was no way this dress was made for kids older than 8. This was almost as humiliating as the diaper! When Lisa came back she had a bag that I couldn't see the contents of. The first thing she pulled out were pink and white thigh-high socks, which she promptly pulled up my legs. Next were a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes, decorated with rhinestones and butterflies. Like the socks, she quickly attached them to my feet. To my dismay, they fit perfectly. The last thing she pulled out was a large, pink pacifier with a unicorn design on it. Attached to it was a pacifier clip with a strap decorated with the same unicorn as the pacifier. Lisa attached the strap to the left shoulder of the dress and let the pacifier dangle down. "Are you going to be a good girl if I take your binky out? Nod your head for me." Lisa asked me in a voice as if she was talking to a child. There was no way for me to escape at the moment, so I decided the best course of action would be to cooperate. Hopefully I'd have a chance to escape later. Until then I just needed to bide my time. I nodded my head. "Okay, if you're naughty we're going to have to punish you again, okay?" Lisa said as she undid the belt on the gag. She slowly removed it from my mouth, only to quickly replace it with the pacifier that had been clipped onto the dress. Lisa looked me in the eyes and kept her finger on the pacifier until I started sucking on it. Only then did she remove her hand. "There's my good girl. Now you keep that in until someone else takes it out, okay? Stand her up girls." Lisa ordered. Gabby and Jana took hold of my arms and were easily able to lift me onto my feet. I didn't try to fight them as they propped me up and kept hold of my arms. "I think we can let her go now. She's going to be a good girl, right?" Lisa asked me. I responded by nodding my head again. Even if they let go of me I wouldn't be able to escape. Lisa was between me and the door, which was shut and probably locked. Gabby and Jana released me from their grip and I did nothing but let my arms fall to my sides. "Gabby start combing her hair. Jana, go make sure the other babies are ready. I'll start doing her makeup." Lisa commanded. Jana unlocked the door walked out, closing it as she left. Gabby also followed her orders and began combing out my bedhead. Lisa went to her side of the bedroom and grabbed her makeup kit and placed it on my bed next to me. The two girls spent the next 5 minutes performing their respective tasks. I tried to sit as still as possible while keeping the pacifier in my mouth. I had no clue what all Lisa was putting on me, as they had me faced away from the mirror. When Gabby finished brushing my hair she began pulling it into twin-tails and tying ribbons around them. "I think that should just about do it. Why don't you turn around and see how pretty you look, Baby Girl?" Lisa said and she packed up her makeup kit. I slowly turned around and braced myself for what I was about to see. When I saw my reflection I didn't even recognize myself. The childish outfit, hairstyle, and makeup made me look a third my age. With the pacifier and obviously exposed diaper though, it brought it down to a sixth. I felt absolutely humiliated and my red face definitely reflected it. "You're the prettiest baby ever! Now come on, let's go get you set." Lisa said, taking my arm and forcing me to stand. "Wait! I don't want everyone to see me like this!" I protested, letting the pacifier fall out of my mouth. "Don't worry, Baby! They'll take one look at you and die from a cuteness overload! Now, be a good girl for me and keep that binky in until I take it out." Lisa responded as she picked up the dangling pacifier and shoved it back in my mouth. I knew that negotiating wasn't going to change their minds, so I bowed my head and let Lisa drag me out of our bedroom. The thick padding of the diaper forced me to have a bit of waddle in my walk, which only furthered my embarrassment. Thankfully, only a few of our sorority sisters were outside in the living room. All them look at me as we walked out and started cooing at me. "She's so cute!" "I wish she was my baby sister!" "She looks just like a toddler!" Their lack of shock at what was going on all but confirmed to me that they were all in on this too. I tried to ignore them as best as I could as I let Lisa lead me around. That was until we started nearing to front door. There was no way I was letting her take me outside like this! I stopped dead in my tracks and yanked my hand away from Lisa. "I am not going out there like this!" I stated. "Stop being fussy, Nataly. We have a schedule to keep and I know everyone wants to see how cute you are." Lisa responded, grabbing my hand again. "Absolutely not! This has gone far enough already!" I yelled at her. "Ughh, I knew you were going to be fussy about this. Girls, help me out here." Lisa ordered. Out of nowhere, the girls who had previously been cooing at me had taken hold of my limbs. "Let go of me!" I said as I started trying to struggle free. Unfortunately it was in vain though. The girls had me exactly where they wanted me and there was nothing I could do to free myself. "Since you can't be a good girl we're going to have to use your naughty-binky. Lisa said as she forced my mouth open. A second later she had the nipple of the pacifier gag back in my mouth. The belt was then secured behind my head again, effectively silencing me. The girls then began forcing me towards the door. Despite how hard I tried, nothing I could do would stop them. Lisa opened the door for them as they drug me out into the sunlight. What I saw waiting in the front yard began to fill me with dread. Setup in the front yard were three big highchairs. Occupying two of them were Kate and Sierra, who were both dressed up as babyish as myself. Both girls were strapped into the highchairs with tight, black straps that buckled at their stomachs. Their wrists and ankles had leather cuffs around them that attached directly to the highchairs, keeping them from freeing themselves. Kate seemed to be wearing a small, white sundress covered all over in sunflowers. She had a matching pacifier strap attached to her shoulder, which held a dangling, yellow pacifier. Her medium sized breast caused it to ride up though, making sure that the diaper she was wearing was plainly visible. The diaper that she had no doubt been forced into as well matched her sundress, being white and covered with sunflowers. She was also gagged like me, only hers was yellow. Sierra wasn't much better off. Her breasts must have been too big for any actual children clothes to fit her, so instead she was wearing a white shirt with the Pampers logo on it. The shirt was still small and accentuated her breasts, but it seemed like it was actually made for an adult to wear. In addition to that she had a short, blue skirt with suspenders that ran over her shoulders. The skirt was so high up on her that it left the diaper she was also wearing completely exposed. Hers was light blue and decorated with clouds and suns with smiley faces. Like the two of us she also had her own color coded pacifier attached to her suspender with a strap. Also like us, she was gagged. 'What the hell kind of fundraiser is this?!' I thought to myself. I didn't have much time to think though, as I was rapidly being dragged over to the empty highchair. I renewed my efforts to struggle free, but it was pointless. With little effort, the girls were able to shove me into the seat and lock my wrists and ankles away with the cuffs. Lisa then came over and tighted the straps over my waist and shoulders, making sure that I could hardly move in the seat. Finally, she picked up the tray and locked it into place in front of me. "You're even cuter when you're pouting, Baby. You sit tight and be a good girl while your big sisters finish getting ready." Lisa said before patting my head and walking off. I looked over to Kate, who looked back at me with a defeated look in her eyes. I had been too distracted before to notice, but there were a bunch of tables set up on the other side of the front yard. On top of them were several boxes and sitting in front of them were two sophomore girls from the sorority. They appeared to be getting ready to take money. It didn't take long for people to take notice of us. A small group quickly began to form of people gawking and taking pictures. Several of them were starting to make comments about how cute we were and laughing at our giant diapers. The three of us tried to hide or faces and ignore them, but it was futile. "Attention everyone! This years Delta Delta Sigma fundraiser is almost ready to begin!" Lisa yelled into a megaphone from somewhere out of our sight. "This year we're doing a baby feed! Here soon you'll be able to purchase jars of baby food and feed them to our cute little babies! All proceeds will go to funding Delta Delta Sigma for the year! The line starts over there!" Baby food feed? Is that why they did this to us? I don't want to eat baby food! There was no way I am going to let that happen! A lot of the crowd began to head for the tables in front of all of the boxes. A few second later and I could begin to see Lisa approaching us, carrying something in her hand. "Hello babies! As you just heard, we're doing a baby food feed, and as you probably could have guessed, you're the babies! I know you're probably all a bit cranky right now, but we need you to be very good girls for us today. People are paying good money to feed you all some nice, yummy baby food. I expect all of you to behave and eat it all with no fussing. Each of you is going to have babysitter standing by to make sure you're behaving. Remember, bad little girls get punished. Let me show you what you can expect if you're naughty." Lisa explained. Lisa pulled a small remote out of her pocket and showed it to us. She mad a point of making sure we could see her pressing the button. As soon as she did, terrible pain ripped throughout my entire body. I screamed into the pacifier in my mouth and thrashed against my restraints. I couldn't even think until it stopped and I was left panting into my gag. My eyes were watering and I was having trouble collecting myself. "Naughty babies get zappies. Unless you enjoyed that, I suggest you be on your best behavior. Now that we got that out of the way, I'm going to go around and take your binkies out. When I do, I expect you to tell me that you're going to be a good girl and nothing else, okay?" Lisa said as she approached Sierra. "Fuck you, Lisa!" Sierra said as soon as her gag was removed. "You can't force us to do this! Let us out, now!" Suddenly, Sierra yelled out in pain as she began getting shocked. "What a vulgar little girl! If we weren't low on time I would wash that naughty mouth out with soap!" Lisa exclaimed, clearing enjoying watching Sierra suffer. After a few seconds, Lisa stopped zapping Sierra and gave her a moment to catch her breath. "Well?" Lisa asked her. "Fuck you." Sierra said. Lisa then spent the next thirty seconds bursting Sierra with electricity. She would go for a few seconds before stopping and letting Sierra catch her breath. There was little time for her to recover though, as the zapping would start up again soon after. By the end of it, it was obvious that Sierra was crying. "Are you ready to be a good girl now?" Lisa asked the poor girl. "Y-yes." Sierra responded quietly with a defeated tone. "Say it. And apologize for swearing." Lisa commanded. "I'll be a good girl. I'm sorry for swearing." Sierra answered, still trying to recompose herself. "That's what I thought." Lisa said as she picked up the pacifier dangling from Sierra's suspender and placed it in her mouth. "Keep that in until someone takes it out." Lisa finally showed Sierra mercy and left her alone. She walked over to where Kate was confined and began removing her pacifier gag. Kate remained silent as she did so, likely afraid of suffering as Sierra had. "Well Katie, are you going to be a good girl?" Lisa asked her. "I'll be a good girl." Kate said. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Lisa replied, placing the non-gag pacifier in Kate's mouth. Dread filled me as Lisa approached me. Like Sierra, I wanted to tell her off and demand she release us. I was absolutely terrified of getting shocked again though. The brief few seconds of it earlier was the worst pain I had ever felt. I don't know if I could stand it again. As Lisa reached behind me and unsecured my gag I prepared myself to submit. "I'll be a good girl." I told Lisa, not even making her prompt me. "I know you will, sweetie." Lisa said, placing the pacifier attached to my outfit in my mouth and patting my head. Lisa walked off and returned shortly holding something new. When she sat them down on the try of the highchair I was in I was able to determine that they were bibs. Not normal baby bibs though, these had to be custom made. For one, they were sized up and clearly meant to be worn by an adult. Secondly, they each had our names sewn into them. The one clearly designated for me was white with a pink border and "Baby Natalie" sewn in pink cursive. Insead of a dot on the 'i' there was instead a tiara. "Look what your big sisters got you! We wouldn't want to get food all over your pretty clothes, would we?" Lisa said. Lisa picked up the bib with my name on it and placed it over my check. She brought the wings of it behind my neck and secured it using the attached velcro. She then went around and did the same to the other girls. Their bibs were similar to mine, but instead of being pink they were yellow and blue. The 'i' on Kate's, which had 'Katie' instead, had a sunflower for a dot. Sierra's was blue and had a cloud. "There we go. I think we're just about ready to get started. Remember what happens to bad babies." She held up the remote and threatened us. I don't think any of us needed to be reminded. Lisa left us and walked over to the table. She said something to them that we weren't able to hear. She returned again shortly after followed by Janna and the other Junior in our sorority, Hannah. "Me again babies! We're going to be your babysitters for a while. Janna, you're with Katie and Hannah you're with Sierra. Little Natalie here is mine. We'll make sure you're behaving and that anyone who wants to feed you knows what to do. We each have our own remotes in case anyone decides to be naughty. We're just about to start, so I'm going to go over what's expected from you. We're going to take out your binkies and you're going to stay quiet unless spoken to. If someone asks you something you will respond appropriately with a babyish voice. You already know what happens if you don't. When people come up with the babyfood they bought they're going spoon-feed it to you. You're going to eat all of it and then thank them in your cutest baby voice when you're done. Nice and easy." Lisa explained. After hearing that I knew that this was going to get way worse before it got better. What did I do to deserve this? My choices were either let myself get fed baby food while dressed like a baby or get shocked until I'm willing to do so. I have no memory of ever eating baby food, but there is no doubt in my mind that it doesn't taste good. Did I do something in a past life to warrant this? I pray that none of this finds its way to my friends and family back home. "Oh! It looks like our first customers are coming!" Lisa said. All three of us looked over in horror to see a lady and two guys walking towards us from the tables. Each one had a jar of baby food in their hands. Fear enveloped me as it became that the guy and girl were both approaching me. "Oh my god, Lisa. Your baby is so cute!" The lady said after placing the jar on the tray of my highchair. "I know! Isn't she the cutest? Not to say that our other babies aren't cute as well." Lisa responded. "Oh for sure, they're all adorable. This is already the best fundraiser that DDS has done. Do you want some num-nums, sweetie?" She said as she turned and looked at me. Do I respond? Should I just stay silent? The fear of getting shocked again made me nervous to do anything. Lisa told me to keep the pacifier in and I didn't want to disobey her. "Oh I'm sure she does." Lisa answered for me. She proceeded to pull the pacifier out of my mouth and let it fall to my chest. "Ask Ms. Kenzie to feed you, baby". "Pwease feed me Ms. Kenzie" I said in my best little girl voice, humiliated. Having to endure this was already terrible. Why did she have to make me beg for it? "You got it, sweetie. Here comes the airplane!" The lady said. Kenzie unscrewed the lid of the jar and used the plastic, pink spoon that Lisa gave her to scoop up the goo. She held it up in front of me and began making airplane sounds as she floated it around my face. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth for her. After another second of airplane noises and Kenzie waving the spoon around she placed it into my mouth. I closed my mouth around the spoon and was immediately assaulted by the taste of Peas. The taste and smell alone almost made me gag, but the texture was what about pushed me over the edge. All of it was awful! I almost spit it out before remembering what would surely happen if I did. As Kenzie retracted the spoon I let the goop stay in my mouth. I swallowed it as soon as I could to try to get it out of my mouth. "What a hungry baby. Here comes another airplane!" Kenzie said, scooping up another spoon full. I opened my mouth for her again in hopes of making this go by as fast as possible. She inserted the spoon into my mouth and I swallowed the baby food as fast as I could. We continued this cycle two more times until she finally ran out of food. I was relieved for all of three seconds, where I got a glimpse at the line that was forming behind Kenzie. There were 6 people waiting to feed me! I look over at Kate and Sierra and lines were forming behind them as well. From the look on their faces it was apparent that they despised the baby food just as much as I did. "Remember to thank Ms. Kenzie, baby." Lisa said. "Tank you Ms. Kenzie." I said with my baby voice. "It was my pleasure sweetheart. If you're lucky maybe I'll visit you again." Kenzie said as she moved to the side. The guy who had walked over with her stepped forward and unscrewed the lid on his jar. Kenzie passed the spoon off to him and started chatting with Lisa. "Are you ready?" He asked me, not caring to pretend I was a baby. "Y-yes." I answered and opened my mouth. I didn't notice before, but he was actually kind of cute. I was too humiliated to look him in the face while he shoveled the nasty, sweet-potato flavored goo into my mouth. Like before I swallowed as quickly as possible. "Tank you for feeding me." I said as he walked away to join Kenzie and Lisa. He didn't even acknowledge me as he did, which was honestly relieving. Next in line was another girl, one that I recognized from my writing class. I prayed that she didn't recognize me. "Hi there Baby Natalie. Are you hungry?" She asked me. I nodded my head in response to her and she began opening the jar she had. "Well I got just the thing for you. Say 'ahh'." "Ahh" I said quietly and opened my mouth for her. She scooped up a big spoonful of food and moved it towards my mouth. She had terrible aim though, which caused some of it to get on my cheek. "Hold still, baby. I don't want to miss." The girl said as she scooped up another spoonful. Once again she 'missed' and got even more on my cheek. "Such a squirmy little girl. It's a good thing you're strapped into your highchair." "Tank you for feeding me." I said when I finally finished her jar. "Oh it was no problem, Baby. But I think you owe me an apology for being so squirmy." She responded. She wanted ME to apologize?! She purposefully got baby food all over my damn face and she wants me to apologize for it? I was about ready to yell at her when I noticed Lisa glaring at me, remote in hand. "Sowwy fo being squirmy." I answered after sighing. Next up was another guy. He seemed a lot more happy to be here than the first guy. "That's a cute diaper! Did you pick it out yourself?" He asked me. I had almost forgotten about the diaper. I had, embarrassingly, grown used to the bulk between my legs and the padding I was sitting on. Him referencing made me take notice of it again though. It also reminded me that it was clearly visible to everyone around. I answered him by shaking my head. "Shy, huh? Well that's okay. Open up for the choo-choo train!" He said. I opened my mouth to accept the latest spoonful of gross mush and he began making train noises. This continued for the whole duration of him feeding me. When he was done I thanked him like everyone else. After being fed by four more people I began to notice a problem: I need to pee. I usually went right after getting out of bed, but today that wasn't possible. I was too distracted by everything happening until now to even notice how badly I needed to go. "Lisa?" I asked out loud after thanking the last person who fed me. "What is it, baby?" Lisa asked, coming closer to me. "I need to pee." I whispered to her. "So?" "So let me out!" "No Natalie. If you need to go potty you can use your diaper." "But Lisa-" "Natalie, if I hear one more peep out of you about this you're getting zappies. Use your diapie and eat your food like a good girl." I screamed internally. Dressing me up like this was already bad enough, but she actually expected me to use the diaper? I should have honestly seen that coming. I resolved to hold it as long as I could, but I knew that it was a losing battle. There was no way I'd be able to hold on for much longer. After two more jars of baby food, it happened. I was clearly doing a potty dance in my seat. It was pretty ineffective though due to how tight the restraints were on me. As I was accepting another spoonful I felt a bit leak out. I gasped and some of the food fell down onto my bib. "Uh oh, is someone having an accident?" The girl feeding me asked. I ignored her and futility tried to stop myself from peeing. Not being able to move my arms made it impossible though. I was forced to accept my fate as I let go and allowed my pee to flood the diaper. The diaper easily absorbed all of it and spread it out. I could feel the warmth touching my butt as it flowed backwards. "Aww, it's okay, baby. That's why you have your diaper." Lisa said, patting my head. I had my eyes and mouth closed while I was peeing. That didn't stop the girl from continuing to try to feed me though. My lips were closed and she still forced the spoon through them, getting baby food all over my upper lip and below my nose. I reacted with surprise and she pulled the spoon out, leaving most of the food in my mouth. Once I was finished releasing my bladder I swallowed it, only to immediately be met with another spoonful. Unlike when it was dry, the diaper was impossible to ignore when wet. The heat from my urine was a constant reminder of what I just did and the now expanded padding squelched as I wiggled around. The padding between my legs had expanded a good amount and forced them apart more than before, giving anyone in front of me an even better view of the diaper. Several more jars of baby food later and I was full. I was beginning to slow down in swallowing the food I was given. The person holding the spoon would be waiting in front of my mouth with another spoonful before I could even finish swallowing the previous one. Most of them would wait for me to accept the next one myself, but some would force the spoon into my mouth before I was ready. This made me even messier and made it even harder for me to catch-up. "Lisa, please, I don't think I can eat anymore." I said after thanking the person who had just finished. Suddenly I felt shocking pain all over my body. I thrashed around and tried to escape it, but couldn't. More pee escaped my body and soaked into the diaper while it was happening. When it finally stopped I had tears in my eyes. "I'm not going to tolerate anymore complaining, Natalie. Good girls eat their baby food." Lisa said sternly. I was too scared to speak up again after that, so I shut my mouth and waited for the next person to get ready.

This a story I started working on around three years ago but eventually abandoned. I haven't worked on it in probably two and half years and don't really see myself finishing it. I figure I might as well publish it for others to read. ----- "Katie! This is the 3rd time you're late this month! Get out of here, you're fired!" My ass hole boss yelled at me inside his office. My name is Katie Williams, and I've just been fired from my minimum wage job at Burger King. Considering the bills that I need to pay, I should be begging for my job. But because of my ass hole boss and the shitty atmosphere I couldn't care less. "Good," I yelled back, "I can't stand another day in this place!" I stormed out of the store and back out to my car. I took a moment to assess my situation as I drove back to my apartment. After I dropped out of college when I was 19, my parents refused to let me live rent free with them. It's been over a year since then, and now I'm jobless, broke, and have to pay rent in a week. Once I got home, I stripped out of my uniform and put my pajamas back on. Laying back down in my bed, I took a look at my phone. I scrolled through Instagram for a little bit before deciding to message my friend Sam on Snapchat. Me: "I just got fired again." Sam: "Seriously? Isn't this like the 3rd time?" Me: "It's only the 2nd!" I had previously gotten fired from Sonic for, surprise surprise, being late. That's also one of the reasons I had to drop out of college. I'm just not a morning person. Sam: "Well what are you going to do?" Me: "Idk yet. Do you know of any openings anywhere?" Sam: "I overheard my room mate talking with someone online about some place called 'The Playpen' here in town. Idk anything about it, but she said they're understaffed right now. Maybe it's worth looking into? If not, then I'm sure the McDonald's on McAlistar is hiring." Me: "I don't think I could stand another fast food job. That PlayPen place sounds interesting, I'll take a look at it." I set my phone aside and pulled out my laptop. Based on the name, I could only assume The Playpen was some kind of daycare facility. I opened Google and searched for "Sacramento Playpen." There were a couple ads about places selling toddler playpens, but none for daycare facilities. I looked a little deeper and eventually found a result that stood out from the others. "Sacramento Playpen Adult BDSM Club," it read. There's no way this could be what Sam had mentioned, but my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to take a look. After clicking on the link and confirming I was over 18, I was greeted to an image of a naked girl wearing a pair of handcuffs, an over sized diaper, a pacifier, and a giant baby bib covering her nipples. This shocked me a little, but only made me more curious. There was a large block of text under the image that gave a description of the club. "The Playpen is the countries leading bondage and adult baby club. Founded in 2004, we have helping to fulfill the bondage and adult baby fantasies of people from all over the country. At the Playpen, we offer dominatrix's that can tame any big baby into submission, submissives for you to punish and babify, or rent-able playrooms for partners. Interested? Fill out the form here and tell us what your biggest adult baby or bondage fantasy is and we'll do what we can to make it come true." First of all: what the fuck? What is an "adult baby" and what the hell happens at this club? I took to Google and searched the term. I found a few websites that explained what it is and what it involves. I could understand BDSM. My ex used to tie my hands together when we would do it, and I loved it. But wearing a diaper? Drinking from a bottle? I've never even thought of doing that sexually. I guess there are some really interesting people out there. I headed back to the Playpen website and scrolled down a little further. There were links to examples of the services they offer. The first one was for the dominatrix services. I clicked on it and it showed a picture of a man wearing only a diaper and ball gag tied down in a giant crib. Towering over him was a woman wearing a leather body suit holding a riding crop. The next image showed a dude wearing a big infantile pink dress and a giant diaper strapped into a spanking bench. The dominatrix from the last image was standing behind him, holding a large paddle. The final image showed a woman, naked except for her diaper, strapped into the large highchair. There was a woman in a motherly dress holding a large baby bottle up to her mouth while she drank it. I was getting kind of curious what it would be like to be locked in a giant piece of furniture like that... I closed the images and clicked on the one for the rent-able playrooms. It popped up with several pictures of a cross between an over sized nursery and a fully stocked BDSM dungeon. There were images of a crib, highchair, a changing table, and a large potty training chair, all fully outfitted with restraints. Another picture showed a closet filled to the brim with different kinds of diapers, infantile dresses, gags, cuffs, harnesses, vibrators, dildos, and what I could only assume to be spanking tools. I could feel myself getting a little excited by this. I always loved getting spanked during sex, and the wall of spanking implements was getting me a little worked up. The next image had a spanking bench, a pillory, and a an X-cross. The final image set was for the submissive section. The first image showed a girl wearing a school girl outfit and a very wet diaper locked in a pillory. There looked to be a pacifier in her mouth, but it was held in place by a strap that reached around her head. Next was an image of a girl tied spread eagle on the changing table. She has an open diaper placed under her, appearing to be in the middle of getting changed into the garment. There was a pacifier gag strapped around her head as well and a vibrator sitting on next to her on the changing table. The final image really got me going. It showed a girl laying across a mans lap. Instead of wearing a diaper, she was wearing a children's pull-up. The pull-up was brought down to her knees, leaving her bottom bare for the spanking she was clearly about to receive. This image really got my privates tingling. I could only imagine myself, placed over a mans lap. My panties being pulled down and my ass rapidly swatted by his firm hands. I tried to imagine a scenario for the image on my screen. Maybe he checked the pull-up she was wearing, saw that it was wet, and decided a spanking was the most suitable punishment? I wasn't sure if I was into this whole adult baby thing, but the bondage part of this club was making me beyond excited. I definitely wanted to know more. I closed the submissive image set and scrolled down to the bottom of the page. The was a dark gray banner with the words "We're always looking for crew members! Think you have what it takes? Come give us a visit!" This pulled me back to reality and the reason I had even found the page. Could this actually be the job opening that Sam has mentioned? Was her roommate into this stuff? I've never thought of being a stripper or anything like that before, but this place genuinely had me interested. I enjoyed being tied up, but diapers? I've never thought of it before, but I guess I wouldn't be opposed to it? Doing this with a lover was one thing, but it would be a lot different with complete strangers being in control. Maybe I could stop by the place and ask a few questions? I've always heard that places like this pay well, and that's exactly what I need right now. The banner listed the clubs address and stated to come in and talk to them if you were even slightly interested. I decided that that was exactly what I was going to do. I hanged around my house until about 6:30, contemplating my decision the entire time. The club opened for business at 7:00, so I thought that now would be a good time to get ready and leave. It was about a 20 minute drive to the club. I parked my car in a half full parking lot near by and started walking towards the building that was mentioned on their website. A tingling feeling started to appear in the bottom of my stomach as I approached the building. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, I thought. But before I knew it I was already opening the door and walking in. The were a few people waiting to get in, waiting for a bouncer to check their IDs. I got in the back of the line and took my drivers license out of my purse. I heard the bouncer ask the person in front of him which section he was going to. I couldn't hear the mans reply, but the bouncer pointed somewhere through the curtain behind him. When it was finally my turn in line I handed over my ID to him. He took a look at it before saying "I don't recognize you. Do you have an appointment or are you just looking for the bar?" "I-I came here because of the banner saying you were looking for staff on the website." I said, looking down like I had done something bad. "In that case, take a right and go talk to Ms. Juniper in here office at the very end of the hall. Good luck." I thanked him and went behind the curtain. Behind it was an entrance to a large bar, filled with people drinking from both baby bottles and regular glasses. There were many people, both male and female, who who obviously wearing diapers. The majority of the people wearing diapers had a few infantile accessories, such as pacifiers clipped to their shirts or bibs around their neck. The entrance was right in the middle of a long hallway, so once I had finished starring at the bars occupants I headed down the right hall. There were a lot of doors in this hallway. I could only assume that they were the play rooms that were mentioned on the website. As I waked past one the doors, I heard what was definitely someone being spanked. I continued my walk until I reached the door with big white letters writing out "Ms. Juniper." Taking a deep breath, I mustered all of my courage and knocked on the door. "Come in." someone on the other side of the door said. I opened the door and did as they instructed. Inside of the room was a normal office with a woman sitting at a computer. The woman had long brunette hair and appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. She was wearing a normal dress shirt and had her hair down. "How can I help you?" she said, looking up from her computer monitor. "I-I'm here to talk about the j-job posting on your website." I nervously said to her. "Oh! Perfect! Close the door and take a seat." she instructed. I followed her directions and took my place at the seat in front of her desk. I sat down with my legs closed together. I wonder if she was able to hear how hard my heart was beating? "Thank you for taking the time to come in. My name is Patrica Juniper, but you probably know me as Ms. Juniper. Let's start off with some questions. Can you please tell me a little bit about yourself?" Ms. Juniper said. "Well, my name is Katie Williams, and I recently got fired from my job. I stumbled upon your website last night and took a look around. I've never seen a lot of this stuff before, but after taking a look around the website I knew I was interested in learning more." I replied, nervous how she would respond. "Which parts are you new to?" Ms. Juniper asked. "The d-diapers and baby stuff mostly. I've done some BDSM stuff before, but nothing to level of what I saw on the site." I replied, blushing. "I take it you're interested in the submissive portion of the club then. I also assume you've never done any kind of 'adult performance' work before too. Normally I would turn away someone as inexperienced as you are, but we're short staffed and I think you will be quite popular. I want to go over a few things with you and ask a few more questions. Let me start with what all you would be doing if you take the job. First of all, you will likely be wearing a diaper and restrained more often than not. There's also a certain amount of pain you need to be able to endure. A lot of requests will involve you being spanked, and you will need to be able to endure it. Is that something you think you can handle?" The thought of being spanked started to get me a little excited. The thought of being restrained wasn't helping too much either. The diapers were going to be an interesting new experience, but I could probably handle it. I wasn't dispelled and wanted to hear more. "I think I can handle it. It's embarrassing to admit, but I've loved being spanked for a while now. I also like being tied up during sex. I've never thought of wearing a diaper before, but I'm not turned away by the idea." I answered, beet red. "I like to hear that. That also leads into my next question. While not all of the guests are here for sexual reasons, the majority are. I assume by coming here, you already knew this. The guests are not allowed to directly penetrate you, but they will be allowed to use a large range of sex toys on you. Are you okay with doing this, even in front of crowds of people? Since you're not experienced with this, I would like you think it over a little before answering. Take all the time you need." Ms. Juniper continued. I was a little scared now. I'm not a virgin, but getting tied up and having sex toys used on me in front of dozens of people wasn't something I'd thought about or done before. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to come here. But, why am I still as excited as before? Maybe I could try it once and quit if I absolutely hate it? Ms. Juniper would understand, right? It was still sounding better than going back to another fast food job. "I'm a little scared, but I think I can do it. It sounds more appealing than working another fast food job." I responded. "Alright then. If you think you can handle the job, then I welcome you aboard." She said, standing up and reaching out her hand. "Thank you!" I replied, standing up and shaking her hand. "Now that we got that out of the way, let me explain how our system works. You probably read this on the site, but we service peoples custom fantasies. These fantasies are filled out online. You will be given an account for our website and you will be able to see these fantasies. From here, you will be able to read them over and bid on them. The client will be shown a picture of you and the price you're willing to do it for. They can then select who they want to carry out that fantasy. After they're finished with you, you get to keep all of the money." Ms. Juniper explained after we had retaken our seats. "There is also the live performance area, for if you don't have a client that night or are between appointments. You probably saw this area when you walked in. In here, we have actresses up on stage performing various situations together. This are usually pretty similar to what happens in the one-on-one rooms, but in front of a large crowd. Here, take a look." Ms. Juniper said before turning around her computer monitor. On the screen was video from what I assumed was a security camera. The video was showing the stage in the performance area that I saw when I walked in. On the stage were two women. One women was wearing your typical leather dominatrix outfit and the other was locked inside of a pillory with her legs spread wide, wearing only a big blue and white diaper. The diaper was taped up, but pulled down below the womans butt cheeks. Protruding from her butt was a long tube that ran to a red rubber bag. At this point it was evident to me that the restrained girl was receiving an enema. Ms. Juniper clicked something on her computer and I began to hear the sound from the stage. There was a lot of white noise coming from the crowd. The dominatrix on stage then removed the tube from the other womans butt and quickly pulled the diaper back up. "Now you be a good girl and hold that enema until I say to release it, Cindy. We're now going to be taking bid for the person who's going to come up and give this naughty little girl her spanking while she's filling her diaper. Let's start at $20!" The dominatrix said to the crowd. This was just like a normal auction. The girl in the pillory was squirming in place while the dominatrix kept listing off the highest bid. After about a minute the highest bid was $150. The dominatrix instructed the bidder to make his way on stage while she got ready for him. A simple wooden chair was brought on stage by a stage hand. While the man was making his way to the stage, the dominatrix pulled out a leash and walked around to the other side of the pillory. She attached the leash to something on the other woman and released the lock on the pillory. The diapered woman stayed in place after the top half of the pillory was raised. The dominatrix then came back around and used the cuffs that were apparently attached to the womans wrists to restrain her arms behind her back. She then tugged on the leash that was attached to a collar around the womans neck and began to lead her to where the man was now sitting. It took a couple of seconds for the girl to slowly waddle over there. I finally got to see the diapered womans face as she was being lead to the man. Around her neck was a pink dog collar with the leash attached to it. There also appeared to be a giant pacifier strapped around her face, gagging her. For some reason I was expecting her to be sobbing, but she looked like she was more excited than ever before. Once they arrived at the man, who was now sitting in the chair, the dominatrix gently pushed the woman down onto his lap. "All right everyone, it looks like this little girl is all set for her spanking! Once this fine gentleman delivers the first blow on her diapered bottom, she will be allowed to let loose and soil her diaper. Is everyone ready?" The dominatrix said, turning to the audience. The crowd let out a symphony of cheers and approvals as the man brought his hand down on the womans diapered bottom. The man and woman were positioned so that the womans bottom was directly facing the audience and the camera. After a few more swats, the back of the diaper was beginning to expand and change color. The woman was obviously releasing the enema into the diaper all while receiving a spanking in front of dozens of people. The man continued his assault on her diapered bottom for another minute while she finished releasing the enema. When she was done, she went limp on the mans lap. This didn't discourage the man however, as he lost no speed in continuing the spanking. "It looks like our little girl has finished filling her diaper! Since she took her punishment so well, I think she deserves a little treat!" The dominatrix said to the crowd. A stage hand came on stage and handed the man a vibrator. It seems he already knew what to do, as he turned it on a pressed up against the crotch of the diaper. The woman immediately tensed up and began fidgeting. The man held her down with one arm while keeping the vibrator pressed against her diaper with the other. It took less than 30 seconds for the woman to orgasm and go limp on the man's lap once again. The dominatrix moved to the womans face and began removing her gag. Once it was removed, she moved her microphone ear piece close enough to the womans face for her to speak into it. "What do we say to the kind man for helping punish you?" the dominatrix asked the woman, in a voice like she was talking to a toddler. "Thank you for punishing me, sir." The woman said, coming off of her post-orgasm high. "It was no problem, sweetheart." Replied the man, lightly patting the seat of her diaper. "That concludes this show, everyone! If you would like to tip little Cindy for a job well done, please let the lady at the front know! We're going to go get this little girl cleaned up. Our next performance will be at the start of the next hour!" Explained the dominatrix to the crowd. The diapered women then had her leash tugged on and was brought to her feet. The dominatrix then proceeded to guide her behind the stage and they soon vanished. "That was a perfect example of what you will be doing if you take the job. Do you think you would be able to handle something like that or something even more intense?" Ms. Juniper asked me, bringing me back to reality. I was taken aback by what I had just witnessed. It was almost surreal watching that scene while it was happening. The weirdest part about it though, was that it turned me on. I honestly wanted to see more and even take part in it. Thinking about being tied, spanked, and humiliated all while being paid? I definitely think I could handle that. "Yes, I believe I can." I answered. "I like to hear that. Let me explain how you will be paid then. As I mentioned earlier, the guest fantasies will have a price that you bid on. When you're starting out, we can help you with judging good prices. The house takes a fee when they post the guest posts the listing, so all the money shown will go to you. If you're not servicing a fantasy, then you can be up on stage performing for guests like you just saw Cindy doing. When doing this you will be paired up with a dom, who will run the show while you play along. There will be points in the show where guests in the audience can bid on playing a certain role. You and the dom will each get 40% of the bid, while the house gets the remaining 20%. Is this making sense?" Ms. Juniper explained. "Yes, it is." I replied. "Alright. Guests can also book you to go to the one-on-one rooms. They'll describe what they're wanting to do, and you can accept or decline based on how much they're paying. Think of it like a more impromptu fantasy. I should mention that there are cameras in every one-on-one room for safety reasons. I should also mention that guests are not allowed to penetrate you at all. This rule doesn't apply to dildos and other sex toys, however. You can consent to this before hand when you take the commission. There is also a safe word here. If you ever feel unsafe or too uncomfortable, you can say it and the guest or dom will immediately stop whatever they were undoing. I believe that is everything that I need to go over. Do you have any questions?" Ms. Juniper continued. "When do I start?" I asked, nervous and mildly excited that she may say tonight. "You will start tomorrow night. Be here by 6:30 so we can get some things ready before you start. Anything else you would like to ask?" Ms. Juniper answered "No, I can't think of anything." I answered back. "Excellent. Give me a moment to get some paperwork for you to fill out before you come in tomorrow." Ms. Juniper said, opening a filing cabinet behind her. When she was done gathering all the paperwork, put them in a manila folder, and handed it to me. "In there you'll find tax paperwork and the contract. Please fill them out and bring them back when you come in tomorrow. And before you go, please follow me back to our supply room. There are a few things I want to give you." Ms. Juniper requested, standing up from her desk. I also got up and began following her out of the office. We walked through a separate hallway than the one I entered through. Eventually we arrived at an unmarked metal door. Ms. Juniper took a key out of her pocket and opened the door for us. After entering the room, I was shocked at what it contained. Inside was hundreds of packs of diapers, with an awing amount of variety. There were all kinds of colors and designs. There was even actual baby diapers and pull-ups as well. Was the ABDL scene really this big? Diapers weren't the only thing kept in the room though. There was also a large amount of onesies, dresses, baby bottles, pacifiers, bibs, and all kinds of sex toys in the room. "This is our supply room, where we keep spare toys and diapers. Since you have no experience in the ABDL scene, I'm going to also send you home with a variety of diapers and accessories. I want you to use them and try to get used to them before tomorrow. Do you happen to know your waist size?" Ms. Juniper asked. "O-oh. Okay. Last time I checked it was around 32 inches." I answered. "You should be able to fit into a small then. In that case, I'm also going to send you home with some baby diapers and pull-ups. Please try them on and let me know how they fit." She continued, going around the room with an opaque bag. I watched her go around the room, putting various items in the bag. Some of the things I noticed her putting in the bag were an unopened adult sized pacifier, a baby bottle, a bottle of baby powder, a package of wet wipes, 3 baby diapers, 3 pull-ups, and 6 different designs of adult diapers. This was definitely going to be an interesting 24 hours. "Like I said, please take these items home and experiment with them. If possible, I'd like you to be wearing these from the time you get home to when you arrive tomorrow night. Of course, this includes using them as well. You will want to get used to using them and be able to do so with little to no hesitation" Ms. Juniper instructed, handing me the bag. I blushed at her describing my homework. I had to admit that I was little excited to start though. The bag found its way into my hand and I was soon being led to the exit. Ms. Juniper and I said our goodbyes and before I knew it I was back at my car. I sat the diaper bag and folder down on my passenger seat and got into my car. The drive back to my house consisted of me thinking about the stage scene I had witnessed and an occasional glance at the diaper bag to make sure it didn't go anywhere. The scene that occupied my thoughts the most was when the woman was over that mans lap and was having her messy diaper spanked. The thought that tomorrow that could be me wasn't helping my horniness any. I was growing more and more anticipated for tomorrow night. Soon enough, I had arrived back at my apartment and brought my new items inside. I set the folder down on my counter and brought the diaper bag back to my room. I dumped the bag out on my bed and began looking through the contents. The first thing to catch my eye was the pacifier. I decided to start with that, and began removing its packaging. After it was free, I examined it. The rubber part was much bigger then anything a baby would use. The plastic plate also had the Playpen's logo printed on it. There wasn't much left to examine on the pacifier, so I decided to bite the bullet and place the rubber bulb in my mouth. The pacifier filled a large portion of my mouth. I had a ball gag that I would occasionally wear when playing with myself, but this was different. I was able to squish the bulb inside my mouth and move it around. I sucked on it a few times and actually kind of enjoyed it. I left the pacifier in my mouth and began to examine all of the different types of diapers laid out in front of me. The first ones I took a look at were the baby diapers. They were quite small, obviously meant for someone 18 years younger than me. The outside of the diaper had a picture of Tinker Bell printed on the front. Ms. Juniper had asked me to try these on, but I doubt I will be able to even get them on. I set the baby diaper aside, deciding I would try it on first. The next item was the pull-ups. They were purple and had a large red butterfly on the front. The item reminded me of when my sister used to wet the bed and wore something similar at night. I picked one up and put hands through the leg holes of. After the pull-up was decompressed I began to examine the inside. It was pure white and quite soft to the touch. I brought my arms farther apart just to see how much it would expand. Once I got to the point where I was scared of breaking it I examined how big the waist hole was and had no doubt that it would fit on me. I placed the pull-up back down with the other and started to look through the giant adult diapers. There was an all pink one with hearts, a blue and white one that was identical to the one the woman on stage was wearing, a plain white one with an animal pattern, another white one with the word "Baby" written with blocks on the front, a purple and pink one, and a solid black one. I was amazed by how thick some of these were. The largest one was at least two inches thick while still compressed! I picked up the all black diaper and unfolded it. There was a large blue rectangle in the middle of the inside that I wasn't sure the purpose of. I ran my fingers along the inside of the diaper and was surprised by how soft it was. It felt pretty thick as well. I wonder how much this thing could hold at maximum capacity? I doubt I would even be able to use it enough to find out. Another thing that surprised me was how large it was when it was unfolded. I picked it up and set one side against the ground and the other side went up past my legs. I folded the diaper in half and put it next to the baby diaper, deciding to put it on after I'm finished with the baby diaper. Ms. Juniper requested that I wear the diapers up until I come in tomorrow evening, and I was going to try my best to do so. I slid my pants and panties down to my ankles and kicked them off. My heart started beating faster and harder as I grabbed the diaper and began to open it up. I looped it between my legs and began raising it up to its intended position. Soon enough, I felt the soft fabric press up against my vagina. A shiver ran up spine due to the sensation. Once the diaper was correctly position under me I tried to tape it up. It was very awkward due to me trying to do it while standing up. If it is this hard with a baby diaper, then I'm definitely going to have to lie down for the adult diaper. I had to stretch the left tape a little bit, but I was able to get it secured on the front end of the diaper. The next tape was the same. I had to stretch it a bit more than the first one, but soon enough I was standing there, wearing a diaper meant for a baby. I was very surprised that I was able to tape it on. I wouldn't say that it was on too securely, but I could move around in it without too much worry. The diaper was pressed pretty tightly around me due to its size, so I could feel every part of it touching my body in some place. It had a very soft feeling against my butt and vagina that I honestly loved. My only complaint so far is how much the tapes press against my sides. I pressed my hand up against the front of the diaper, sending another shiver through my body. I was beginning to get more and more horny due to the constant sensation against my nether regions and the feeling that I was doing something naughty. I gave the diaper a little rub, causing another shiver. At this point I had to stop myself, as I didn't want to immediately orgasm without experimenting with the other diapers first. There was no way this diaper would hold any liquid if I were to try to use it, so I decided to remove it and put on the large adult diaper instead. I ripped the tapes off of the sides of baby diaper a placed it down on my bed. The diaper did seem to be slightly wet in the middle due to my arousal. After I finished examining the discarded baby diaper, I picked up the big black diaper and the bottle of baby powder. I brought the items out to my living room, as there wasn't enough space in my bedroom for me lay down on the floor. Once I arrived at a suitable spot, I set the diaper and powder on the floor and got down on my hands and knees. I began laying the diaper out on the floor in front of me. Once it was spread out, I spun around and began lowering myself onto the back end of it. Once I was had my bottom against the diaper, I slowly lowered my back until I was laying down. I could feel the soft padding of the diaper all the way from my butt cheeks to my lower back. At this point, the feeling of naughtiness began to arise again. I disregarded my raising horniness and grabbed the bottle of baby powder. I've never changed a diaper before, but it seems like a pretty intuitive process. I flipped the lid off of the bottle and poured some powder onto my hand. The smell was really strong and quickly began to envelope the room. It brought back vague memories of my parents changing my little sister's diapers when I was young. I brought the powder down to my crotch and began sprinkling it around. Once All the powder was released I began rubbing it in, spending a little extra time around my sensitive parts. After I was done up front I began to rub it into my bottom. Once every area was thoroughly powdered, I leaned forward and brought the front of the diaper up to my lower stomach. I scrunched my legs together a little and was able to get a feel for how thick these diapers are. I then adjusted the diaper around a little more to get it in the right position and began removing the tapes. Unlike the baby diaper, this diaper has 4 tapes. I started with the right side first, bringing it as far to the right as I could and sticking the tapes down. I then repeated the process with the right side. After a couple of adjustments, I was soon strapped into a big, thick diaper. I brought my hand to the front of the diaper and applied some pressure to it. The inside wasn't as soft as the baby diaper, but it certainly wasn't bad. There had to be at least an inch of padding in this diaper. I got up onto my feet and began to move around a little. Walking was much different while wearing a diaper. I had to walk with a waddle and there was a crinkle with every movement made I made. I spent a little bit longer examining the big diaper that was strapped around my waist. Once I was done, I waddled over to the folder I was sent home with, deciding I should probably get it done sooner rather than later. I brought it over to my table and set it down. I was about to sit down and get to work on it when I got an idea. I waddled back into my room and picked up the baby bottle that was resting on my bed. I brought it out to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of apple juice that I had in the fridge. The juice was a little old, but it shouldn't be past the expiration date. I screwed the lid off of the baby bottle and extracted the almost comically long nipple. This nipple was different from that of a normal baby bottle. Is this supposed make it easier for adults? After I filled the bottle up with the apple juice, I put it back in the fridge and screwed the nipple on to it. I sat down at my bar stool in front of my counter, feeling the thick padding press up against my bottom. I felt it condense under my bottom and was reminded again just how soft it was. Once I was comfortable, I lifted the bottle and stuck the nipple into my mouth. It tasted just like the pacifier did. I started sucking on it like I was with the pacifier and soon felt the cold juice flow into my mouth. It required more effort than I was expecting to get the liquid out of the bottle. I sucked the juice out for a minute or so before I set it back down and began to work on the paper in front of me. After filling out the tax and liability forms in front of me and finishing the bottle, I got up and headed back to my living room. It took a lot more work to finish the bottle than I was expecting. There was a lot more liquid inside than I had thought and it took a while to get it out through the nipple. I was tired after filling out boring paperwork for half an hour and decided to just relax and watch a movie. Before sitting down, I went back over to the counter and grabbed the pacifier. I stuck it back in my mouth and went back over to my couch. I had only been using it for an hour, but it was quickly growing on me. Taking a seat, I felt the diaper press into my bottom and lower back again. I decided to put on Up, as it is one of my favorite movies. A kids movie also felt appropriate, based off my current attire. After 45 minutes of watching the movie and occasionally browsing Instagram on my phone, I felt a need to pee. I guess the apple juice had finally made its way through my system. My heart began to speedup at the thought of peeing in the diaper. It has been fifteen years since I peed myself last. How would it feel? Would I like it? After a moment of contemplation, the urge struck again and I resolved to do it. I tried pushing like I normally would, but nothing would come out. I kept trying, to the point of it hurting a little, but I still wasn't able to let anything out. Why is it so hard to pee yourself? I paused the movie and went to the bathroom. I thought that maybe I could trick my body into letting go by being in a place that I usually peed. I took a seat on the toilet and felt the diaper press up against my body where the rims were. Luckily, the diaper didn't dip down into the water. I started to push again and had little issue letting go. The sound of my urine hitting the diaper became audible and soon the padding the was pressed up to my crouch began getting warm and wet. I slowly stood up and was able to keep the stream going. The diaper kept absorbing all my pee and soon I was finished. The diaper has now considerably bulkier than its previous state. Heavier, too. In spite of this, the feeling was absolutely amazing. The warm and wet pressing against my sensitive areas was one of the best feelings I have experienced. I prodded at it for a few moment and pressed the wet part up against my skin. I could feel the urine leak out a little before being suck right back into the padding. I shivered a little at this feeling. I was starting to get turned on again. I probably should have gotten changed out of this diaper after I wet it, but this feeling was way to good to let go of. I teased myself through the diaper a bit longer before going back out to finish my movie. I sat back down on the couch and instantly had another appreciation for the wet diaper. The feeling of the wet padding pressing all over my bottom and crotch was to die for. I resumed my movie and continued to tease myself for the duration. I would rub my clitoris through the diaper and whisper under my breath about how naughty I was. Once the movie was finished, the diaper was losing the warmth that had made it so enjoyable and I was nearing my limit for teasing. I decided it was time that I finish myself off and then get out of this big, wet diaper. I could have just rubbed myself off through or inside the diaper, but where's the fun in that? I waddled to my bedroom and pulled out a shoe box. This is the box where I kept all my 'toys'. From inside, I pulled out a pair of leather cuffs, a ball gag, and a blindfold. I brought the item back into my living room and set them on the coffee table in front of my couch. I pulled my pacifier out and set it next to the items, resolving to look at how much a pacifier gag cost later. For now though, I picked up the ball gag and popped it into my mouth. I let out a moan through the gag and secured it behind my head. Next came the blindfold. After that, I secured my wrists to one another in front of me and stepped through them so that they were behind my back. Once I was setup in my restraints I moved a foot or two over to the arm of my couch. I bent over it and began to feel it press the diaper into my cunt. A shudder ran through my entire body and a moan escaped into the gag. I was in heavy. I began thinking up a scenario in my head about how I was naughty girl who wet her diaper and was being bent over for a spanking. This, combined with the semi-warm diaper grinding against my clitoris quickly caused me to experience one of the greatest orgasms I had ever had. I wasn't done yet though. I continued my humping of the couch arm and imagined someone pulling down my diaper and paddling my ass while berating me for wetting my diaper. I then imagined this happening on stage in front of a whole crowd of people. They all had their eyes trained on me, watching me get my wet diaper pulled down and then get paddled. This made even more excited than I was before and caused me to speed up my humping. After another mind shattering orgasm, I collapsed on the couch arm to catch my breath. It took about a minute or so to bring me back to reality. I slowly stood up and began to undo the restraints I had put myself in. Once it was all taken off, I felt the diaper again. It had gotten even cooler since I started. I thought to myself that I should probably change out of this used diaper and into something else. I waddled back to my room and took a look at the rest of the diapers laid out on my bed. Should I change into another big bulky one or go with a pull-up, or maybe even a baby diaper? It was getting pretty late and I had already tried on the adult and baby diapers, so I decided to go with the pull-ups. I picked up the one I had done the stretch testing on earlier and brought it, the package of wet wipes, and a pair of pajama pants out to the living room. On my way to the bathroom, I noticed my pacifier sitting on the coffee table where I had left it. I went over to it and popped it back into my mouth before continuing my waddle to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, I took a look in the mirror and noticed how much my diaper was sagging. It was at least an inch or two lower than it had been when dry, no wonder walking had been so hard. I began undoing the tapes on the diaper and it soon fell to the ground. The pure white padding on the inside had become discolored and had expanded a considerable amount. I was soon hit by the smell of urine and decided it would be a good time to dispose of this diaper. I rolled it up like I had seen my mom do many times when my sister was still a baby. This was a bit harder though due to the large size and bulk. When it was good enough to at least prevent the smell from escaping, I placed it on top of my bathroom counter. A draft came through the bathroom and blew against bottom, causing me to shiver a little. I took the wet wipes out of the package and began to wipe down any area that had previously been covered by the diaper. Once I was done, I picked up the soft purple pull-up and stretched out the sides. I slipped both legs through it and brought it up to my waist. This reminded me more of the baby diaper than the adult one. It was really soft and actually very comfortable. It wasn't very thick, but I could still tell that it wasn't normal panties. I took a look in the mirror at myself and was in love with how cute they looked on me. I was suddenly hit with a memory of helping my little sister put on a pull-up many years ago. She looked just as adorable standing in just a t-shirt and pull-up then as I do now. Of course, I had the added benefit of the pacifier to help me. When I finished admiring myself, I slipped my pajama pants on, did the rest of my bedtime routine and went out to the living room. I took a look at my clock and noticed that it was almost midnight. This pull-up was much easier to walk in than the diaper. It was still noticeable that it was there, but didn't force me to waddle everywhere. A yawn hit me as I deposited the diaper in my trash can and began turning out my lights before heading to bed. As I laid down, I felt the pull-up press up against me again. It's soft insides were really enjoyable and would probably excite me if I hadn't just had two amazing orgasms. After a little adjustment I found a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep. When I awoke in the morning, the first thing I noticed was the feeling of something wrapped around my waist. Soon my memories of yesterday came back to me as I realized the feeling was the pull-up I wore to bed. I also realized the pacifier I had gone to sleep with was no longer in my mouth. I looked on the floor and found it sitting there, nipple-up. Eventually I forced myself to get up and pick up my pacifier. I brought it out to my kitchen and rinsed it off in the sink. When it was thoroughly rinsed off, I placed it back into my mouth and began sucking on it. I made myself some breakfast and drank a little bit more juice from the bottle. After breakfast I was finished eating, the urge to pee hit me. This pull-up wouldn't hold nearly as much as the big adult diaper, but could it hold my full bladder? I made my way into my bathroom and placed myself on the toilet once again. I began pushing and in no time I could hear my pee hit the pull-up. I kept pushing and felt the pull-up grow heavier under me. When I was done, I slowly stood up and felt the pull-up. It didn't feel like it leaked, but it certainly couldn't take much more. The pull-up expanded a lot in almost all areas. It also provided the same nice, warm feeling that the diaper provided last night. I wanted to sit down and play with it a little, but I was scared it would leak. I was about to slip the pull-up off of me when I had an idea. I carefully made my way to my shower and stepped inside. The pull-up was now causing me to waddle a little, but not as bad as the wet diaper did. Once I was safe inside, I pressed the pull-up against my crotch. The warm feeling felt just as good as last night, but this time I could also feel droplets of pee run down my legs. I'm glad I decided not to sit down on any furniture. I teased myself a little bit longer before resolving to save my horniness for tonight. I gave the pull-up a front and back press with both hands, relishing the feeling of the warm padding and pee dripping down my legs. After that, I tore off the sides and removed the pull-up from my body. I folded it up and placed it in the sink to keep it from making a mess while I showered. I took out my pacifier while I was at it and stepped inside the shower. After showering and drying off, I placed my pacifier back in my mouth and made my way back to my bedroom, naked except for the towel. I deposited the pull-up in my garbage on my way. I needed to go shopping today, so I was considering not changing into a new diaper. I considered this for a second before deciding that would go again what Ms. Juniper asked of me. It's not like anyone would know right? I would just wear another pull-up. They're should be discreet enough to not be noticeable. I grabbed another pull-up out of my pile of supplies and worked it up my legs. Once it was in position I gave it a pat on the front, relishing the soft padding against my skin and headed over to my closet to pick-out an outfit. I decided on a slightly loose pair of shorts and a thin top. It was expected to be hot out today, and I didn't feel like melting. The shorts will make sure that my embarrassing underwear isn't revealed and a belt will help ensure that. I finished getting dressed, grabbed everything else I would need and headed out to my car. The pull-up became noticeable again when I sat down in my seat. The padding pressed against my bottom and made sure I didn't forget that I am in public in what's essentially a diaper. After a few seconds of embarrassment I started my car and began driving. I decided to go to a store farther way than the one I usually go to, just in case my little secret got revealed. I could get my mind off the pull-up the entire drive. It's soft padding was still too alien to be forgettable. I eventually arrived at the store and headed inside. The pull-up was only becoming more and more noticeable the longer I was walking. The padding rubbed against my legs as I walked, making it impossible to not notice. This only added to my embarrassment as I constantly checked around to make sure no one knew what I had on under my shorts. Towards the end of gathering all my groceries, I walked past the baby and children isle. No one was around and my curiosity was piqued, so I went in and took a look. Everything I saw was what you would expect of a baby isle. A massive amount of different diapers, baby food, toys, etc. A couple seconds later a thought popped into my head. I didn't have everything at home that I needed for a complete baby experience. No one knew me at this store, so what big of a deal would it be anyways? I was going to use self-checkout anyways. I grabbed a few different jars of baby food, pacifier clip, a couple of larger sized bibs, a changing mat and some baby formula and placed them in my cart. I positioned them in a way that wouldn't be obvious at a quick glance. I made my way down the isle more until I arrived at the pull-ups and bed-wetting protection. That's where I found a package of pull-ups identical to the one I was wearing right now. After this current one, I would only have one left, and I really like these. I made the impulsive decision to get the 40 pack and placed it in my cart. There was no way I could fully conceal this, so I hurried up with gathering the rest of my items and getting out of there. I quickly bagged my baby items at the self checkout and got to my car with no issues are weird looks. When I got home I quickly brought my bags into my apartment to avoid anyone seeing what was inside. I set the bags down on my counter and put everything away where it belonged. I saved the bag of baby items for last, setting them together on the counter when I got to them. The first thing I did with them was unwrap the pacifier clip and attached it to my shirt. I went and got my pacifier from my nightstand in my room, attached the clip to it and inserted it back into my mouth. The clip was white with baby ducks covering it. It was getting to be lunch time, so I decided to make some lunch. This would be a perfect time to try out some of the baby food and the formula that I got. First I was going to make my actual lunch, and what better to have in this current state than a PB&J sandwich? I made my sandwich (with the crust cut off of course) and placed it on the counter. Next was to make my bottle. I read the instructions and mixed everything how it said to. After a few minutes I had a baby bottle full of formula, ready for lunch. The final item was a jar of peach flavored baby food. I unscrewed the lid, got a spoon, and set it on my plate. I took my seat, once again feeling the padding press again my bottom. I unwrapped my lips from my pacifier and let it dangle from my shirt. Next, I took one of the bibs I purchased and secured the Velcro around my neck. The bib was a light ping with "Princess" seamed on it in a darker pink. I would probably die if I got caught wearing it. But given the other item that I'm wearing, this was probably preferable. I brought the bottle of formula up to my lips and did a quick taste test. What I was met with was one of the worst tastes of my life. I instantly spit it out all over my counter. I don't think I could stand another taste of that in my life? People actually feed this to their children?! I got up from my chair and cleaner up the mess I just made on my counter. I would have to give myself a spanking later for making a mess and not finishing my bottle. Just with that thought, my horniness was building up again. I resisted the urge to do it now, resolving to do it after my lunch. I dumped the bottle contents in the sink and rinsed it out. I was certainly not going to try that again. The bottle was soon filled back up with apple juice and I continued my lunch. I picked up my spoon and scooped up a small glob of the peach flavored much. It didn't look appealing, but there was no way it was worse than the baby formula. I braced myself and stuck the spoon in my mouth. The consistency of the mush was less than desirable, but the taste wasn't too bad. I could finish this without a problem, so I did just that. Once I finished the jar of baby food I ate my sandwich and finished my bottle. I cleaned up my dishes and stored them away. Now, it was time for my spanking. I've been a naughty girl, making a mess and then not finishing my bottle. My crotch was coming to life once again inside the pull-up. I bent over and opened one of my drawers, pulling out a wooden spoon. I'm pretty sure I've use this spoon for spanking myself more than I have cooking. It was one of my favorite implements to use. The couch arm was usually where I would administer my self spankings, as it's the perfect height to raise my bottom up in the air and make me feel like I'm over someone's knee. I undid my belt, pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them. Next, I began to work the pull-up down until it was just above my knees. The pull-up prevented me from moving my legs too far apart, which made this even better. Now that my bare bottom was exposed, it was time to begin. I bent myself over the couch arm and immediately got to work on my backside. The first one stung just as much as it always does. I continued the assault on my poor bottom for minutes, intensely sucking on the pacifier the entire time. The thought of having my pull-up pulled down and getting a spanking was already making me horny, but the action of doing it made it close to unbearable. This didn't prevent me from noticing the pain that comes with a wooden spoon spanking, though. I could tell my bottom was aching, but I was unable to really feel anything due to how turned on I was. After a little bit more, my arm was getting tired and I could tell my bottom was going to be on fire for at least the next hour. That should be enough to teach me a lesson, hehe. I dropped my arm and let myself rest for a minute. I wanted nothing more than to quench my horniness right now, but I already resolved to wait until tonight. That's when another idea popped into my head. How about add a little bit more humiliation by giving myself a time-out? It would certainly be fitting, given the childish pull-up I had on and the pacifier that was in my mouth. I got up from the couch and got a good idea of how sore my bottom is. I took a look behind me and could tell that my bottom was very red. I had really done a number on myself. I slowly brought the pull-up back up to its intended position and could felt that pain in my bottom go through my body. This was probably the hardest spanking I'd ever given myself. Without putting my shorts back on, I went over to my phone and set an alarm. It was set to go off in ten minutes. I quickly made my way over to the open corner in my living room stuck my nose in the corner. For the first minute of time-out, I thought up some rules. 1. My nose is to not leave the corner for the entire duration. 2. My hands are too stay above my waist line. 3. My pacifier is to stay in my mouth at all times. After the rules were created, I began to get a little bored. I could definitely see why this is a punishment now. I was thinking about just giving up and going on with my life, but I was committed to wait it out. My bottom was hurting now more than before. It was hard to avoid rubbing it. A few moments later I began to notice a new sensation. I needed to poop. Peeing in a diaper was one thing, but pooping in one was a whole new level. I was initially thinking that it would be best to just use the toilet like normal. That would certainly be the most normal and least gross option. There were a few things wrong with that idea though. I told Ms. Juniper that I would wear and use the diapers. I was also currently in time-out and not allowed to leave the corner. I continued the debate in my head for a little longer. Eventually, I decided that I would do it. I would poop myself for the first time in over 15 years. I started pushing, but I was having the same issues as last night when I tried to pee my diaper for the first time. Maybe if I squatted down it would help? I wasn't violating any rules of the timeout as long as my nose didn't leave the corner and my arms were above my waist. I slowly started bending my knees into a squat, going slowly so I didn't fall. Once I was in a good squat, I began pushing once again. A little pee began to come out and absorb into the pull-up, which surprised me a little. Shortly after, I began to feel the poop coming out and into the pull-up. I gave another big push and felt the pull-up being pushed away from my body. I felt even more pee come out a be soaked into the padding. Eventually, I finished pushing out the log of poop and I let out a large exhale. The feeling of the poop being pressed against my bottom and between my legs was a feeling I'd never experienced before. It was very warm and actually felt fairly good. More than anything, it succeeded at making me feel humiliated. The pull-up was slowly forcing it to spread out across my sore bottom, adding even more heat to it. I slowly stood back up, feeling the poop rearrange itself. Once I want standing up straight again, the smell hit me. It was probably one of the worst things I've smelt in my life! It's not even comparable to the smell of using the toilet. People really take for granted how much the water does to muffle the smell. I needed to get out of this thing as fast as possible. I was about to turn around and head to the bathroom, when I remember that I was still in my self-imposed time-out. How long did I even have left? I hadn't been keeping track. The smell was bad, but like I said before, I've committed myself to serving this time-out. I couldn't have much longer left anyways, right? Time slowly dragged on as I waited for the alarm to sound and free me from this corner. I continued to stand there in mild agony. Both from the smell of the soiled pull-up and from my burning bottom. I was staying as still as possible to avoid spreading the mess around even more. This was probably going to be a nightmare to clean up as well. Am I going to have to do this at the club? Probably, eventually. Despite the rancid smell, I was still a little horny. My still sore bottom combined with the humiliation of being required to keep my nose in the corner while wearing a poop filled pull-up was firing up my masochist side. Time continued to slowly creep by as I sucked on the pacifier and tried to ignore the smell. Seriously, how much longer was this going to go on? It's only ten minutes, yet it feel likes hours. While I waited, I let a little bit more urine release into the pull-up. Might as well get as much use out of it as I can, right? Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard the alarm go off. I immediately turned around and began waddling towards my phone to silence it. I tried as hard as I could to avoid making an even bigger mess, but I know I was failing. I felt the poop move around with every stride I took, spreading all over my inner legs. I needed a shower ASAP. Not even caring about making a mess anymore, I began to take faster and less careful strikes. I got to my phone, silenced the alarm, and started to make my way to the bathroom. Something terrible happened on my way there though. I tripped on my rug and fell right onto to my butt. The poop in my pull-up quickly spread all over to the rest of my butt and even up into my front. My ass was also aching with renewed vigor once again from the sudden impact. I got up off the ground and did a quick check to make sure no poop leaked onto the floor. I appeared to be in the clear, so I continued my journey to my shower. I soon arrived there and immediately got to work on peeling the sides off the pull-up. Once it was loose, I slowly brought it down and placed it on the ground. Thankfully, I didn't make even more of a mess. The smell hit me again, this time with more intensity than before. This was even worse than before! I stripped out of my top and bra, placing them and the pacifier next to the sink. Finally, I turned on the fan and shower and hopped right in. That was without a doubt the best shower of my life. It took me half an hour until I felt clean and exited the shower. The warm water was not helping my recently punished butt cheeks feel better at all. I caught another whiff of the pull-up as I stepped out of the shower. How was I going to dispose of this thing? It would stink up the entire apartment if I left it in my trashcan. I had a few plastic bags in one of my drawers, so maybe I could wrap it up in them and throw it in the dumpster outside? I left my bathroom and shut the door to prevent the smell from escaping. I was still completely naked, but I wanted to contain the smelly pull-up before I did anything else. The plastic bags took me a little bit to find, but I ended up finding three of them I could use. Hopefully that would be enough to contain the stench. I headed back to the bathroom and began carefully working the pull-up into the bag. Once it was inside I tied it up tight and repeated the process with the rest of the bags. Now that the pull-up was temporarily taken care of, I should probably get dressed. I put my shirt and bra that was sitting on the counter back on and popped the pacifier back into my mouth. I left the bathroom afterwards to finish getting dressed, picking up my shorts on the way. When I got back to my room I set my shorts down and began looking over my options for diapers. I debated just putting on another pull-up, but I decided that it would be best to get more experience wearing the big adult diapers that were more similar to what I would be wearing at the club. Besides, a girl who messes her pull-up clearly isn't ready to be out of diapers. I grabbed the purple and pink diaper from the pile, my shorts and the bottle of baby powder and made my way back out to the living room. Now was a great time to make use of the changing pad I bought earlier. Once I got the packaging all removed and laid it out on the floor I began to examine it. It was a all white with lettered blocks covering the soft material that the baby was meant to lay on. I unfolded the diaper and laid it down on the pad. Next, I laid myself down on top of it, feeling the soft, cool padding press against my lower back. I sprinkled some powder over me repeated the same steps as last night. Shortly after, the diaper was taped nice and secure around my waist. This diaper was a slight bit thinner the one I worse last night, but that doesn't mean it wasn't still big. A new problem has surfaced. I need to go outside and dispose of that pull-up. This diaper was a lot less discreet than the pull-up I went to the store in. It forced me to do a slight waddle when I walked and had it made a crinkling sound with every moment. I could take the diaper off of course, but that would be wasteful and go against my promise. I pulled my shorts up and secured my belt. The top of the diaper went higher than my shorts did, so I needed to be careful not to let my top ride up. I grabbed the bag with the pull-up inside and began heading towards the door. Right as I was about to open it, I remember the pacifier that was still in my mouth and attached to my shirt. I took it off, set it on the couch and then headed outside. I tried to be as quick and discreet as possible. The crinkling was quite muffled through the shorts, but it was still noticeable if you were listing closely. There was no way to fully conceal my waddle either. I soon made it to the dumpster outside without any issues. I tossed the bag in and immediately began my journey back to my apartment. I passed a couple people on my way back up, but thankfully they didn't seem to notice anything unusual. I soon arrived back at my apartment and closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief that I wasn't caught. After the sign, I also let out a yawn. Maybe I should take a nap? The last few hours have been filled with new and exhausting experiences that I guess have been wearing me out. I decided to go for it and headed back to my room. I took off my shirt and shorts, leaving myself in my bra and diaper. I wonder if it would be hard to sleep with this big bulky diaper between my legs? I guess I would find out. I laid down on my bed and pulled the covers over me. The diaper spreading my legs apart was a little weird getting used to at first. After a little bit I was able to fall asleep though. I slowly began to come back to reality as I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that I desperately needed to pee. I instinctively began to get out of bed when I felt the padding of the diaper and remembered what I was currently wearing. Once I noticed, I made myself comfortable in my bed and began trying to release my bladder into the diaper. Several seconds passed before I felt a small amount of pee escape and be absorbed into the diaper. It took more pushing, but I was eventually able to get a steady stream going. The diaper readily absorbed everything I gave it, expanding and warming up in the crotch section. I sighed as the pain of my full bladder was relieved. The warm wet padding of the diaper felt just as good as it did last night. When the stream of pee finally came to a stop, I pressed the padding up against my body. The feeling sent me into a state of bliss. I could definitely get used to this feeling. I considered just going back to sleep, but I figured I should probably check the time first. I picked up my phone and took a look a look at the clock. 3:24pm. I guess I slept a bit longer than I was expecting. It would probably be best not to go back to sleep, but that didn't mean I had to get out of bed yet. I was perfectly comfortable laying there under the covers in my nice warm diaper. I unlocked my phone and began scrolling through Instagram. Sometimes I would feel a little bit more pee enter my bladder and I would instantly release it right into my diaper, which still had plenty of room for more liquid. This continued for another twenty minutes before I caught up on everything the app had to offer. I still wasn't ready to leave my bed yet though. Maybe I should do more research on adult babies to prepare myself for tonight, I thought. I opened Google on my phone and typed in "adult baby." A lot of different results popped up. Mostly news articles about people with the fetish and images of people wearing diapers. I noticed that one of them mentioned the acronym "ABDL." I remember Ms. Juniper mentioning this last night when she was explaining stuff to me. I popped the acronym into Google and got a bunch of different results. Apparently it stood for "Adult Baby Diaper Lover." I clicked on a few of the links and got sent to online shops selling adult baby items. They had all kinds of stuff. Bibs, adult sized snap-crotch onesies, pacifiers, bottles and of course, diapers. I remember seeing a lot of these diaper designs in the storeroom at The Playpen. I guess this is where they got them from. Everything that was featured on the site had very babyish designs and images. I browsed a few other sites until I found one that contained loads of stories. These stories ranged from true experiences to erotic fiction. Some were about getting caught wearing a diaper and others were about people being forced to wear diapers and act like babies. I took a look at the "forced" section of the site and started reading a few of the stories. The first one I read was about a girl who wet the bed while drunk and was forced to wear a diaper to bed by her boyfriend. The next was about a boy who made fun of someone who wet themselves and was made to wear diapers at home by his mom. Another one was about a young adult girl who acted like a spoiled brat all of the time and ended up getting spanked and treated like a baby by her family. They made her use diapers, eat in a highchair and sleep in a crib. If she broke any rules, she got bent over her parents knees and spanked until she cried. I couldn't help but imagine myself in a similar situation. I was throwing a fit over my sister getting decide what was for dinner that night and my mom had finally had enough. She grabbed my wrist and threw me over her lap. She pulled down my shorts and panties and began blistering my bottom. Once I was a crying mess, she would go to the garage and get some of my sisters old diapers. She would put me in one of them and take me to the kitchen for dinner. I had to sit in a highchair and be fed baby food by my little sisters while everyone else ate normally. At night, my wet diaper would be changed and I would be put to bed in my sisters old crib. I was once again incredibly horny. I'd fantasized about getting spanked multiple times, but never about being forced to wear a diaper. Maybe this fetish really is for me. Hopefully this means that I will thoroughly enjoy my new job. I've never had a job where I've actually been looking forward to going in. Maybe I will get to perform something similar to this sometime? Based off of what I've seen of the club, it definitely seems like something that could happen. I took a look at a few other stories on different sections of the site. There was one about a girl being coerced into being an adult baby by her boyfriend, a few about people wearing diapers for bed-wetting and ending up liking them, and even a few about alternate realities where wearing diapers was common in society. Some of these people got very creative when designing these fantasy worlds. There was a lot of detail put into building the characters and worlds. This fetish has a very unique and creative following. After more a little more browsing, I noticed it was 4:30. Had I really spent almost an hour doing this? The once warm diaper I was wearing was getting a little cold as well. I could tell this diaper could take at least one more full wetting though, so it would be a waste to change out of it now. I just needed to get more liquid through me and into the diaper. With that thought, I got up out of bed and put my shirt back on. I opted not to put my shorts back on though, choosing to leave my soggy diaper exposed. I did a bit of stretching and headed out to my kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and began to chug it down. I wanted to see just how much this diaper could hold. After two cups, I was unable to drink anymore and thought that it would be sufficient. It was now less than two hours until I was supposed to be at the Playpen for my first night. I was starting to get butterflies in my stomach thinking about it. What all would I be doing tonight? Are they going to take it slow and easy on me? Or are they going to bring me up on stage and break me in in front of the whole crowd? Only time would tell I guess. For now, I should probably start making dinner though. I decided to go with something simple for tonight: Kraft Mac & Cheese. Once the water was on the boiler I started to get some other things ready. There was a few apples in the fridge, so I decided to slice one up as well. For the final piece, I filled up the baby bottle with apple juice. This meal was just as childish as my lunch, minus the baby food. The water was now boiling, so I threw the noodles in. I patiently sucked juice out of the bottle while I waited for the noodles to finish. After a few more minutes I was able to add in the cheese and begin eating. I brought the food over to the table, tied the bib around my neck and dug in. Half way through my meal, the need to pee hit me. The water must have finally made its way through my body. Finally, I could warm up this cold, soggy diaper. I finished chewing what was in my mouth and opened the floodgates. I didn't even have to force it this time, it just naturally flowed out! The diaper continued sucking up all the urine with no issues. More and more of it began flowing back towards my butt, distributing it along the rest of the diaper. By the time I was finished, the diaper had expanded by a very considerable amount. Whenever I shifted my weight I could feel the pee get squished out of the diaper, just to get sucked right back in. I continued eating my dinner while occasionally playing with and prodding my soaking wet diaper. I don't think it would be able to take another wetting of that caliber, but it wasn't at risk of leaking yet. It was hard to concentrate on my dinner while sitting in this. I would frequently interrupt my meal to squeeze the padding and feel it press into my most sensitive parts. The more I experienced this feeling, the more I was in love with it. It was already 5:40 by the time I finished eating. I would need to leave my house soon in order to get to the club on time. I finished off the juice remaining in the bottle and got up to put it and the dishes in the sink. I would clean them tomorrow. When I stood up, I was shocked by just how much weight the diaper had gained. It was sagging at least an inch lower than it was before. As much as I didn't want to, I should probably change into a new diaper. Given the clubs nature, I'm sure it wouldn't be frowned upon to show up in a soaking wet diaper, but I didn't want to look bad. I took off the bib around my neck and went to my room. I headed over to the diaper pile and began to debate which one I should wear. After a minute of mentally debating with myself, I chose to go with the white one with "Baby" written in blocks on the front. While the purple and pink diaper I'm wearing now only has girly colors to be embarrassed by, this one has about as babyish of a design as possible. I'd probably die of embarrassment if I got caught wearing this, which got me excited "down there." I couldn't stop myself from giving my current diaper (and subsequently my clit) a little rub at the idea. After I was finally able to pry my hands away from my diaper, I grabbed the baby wipes and went out to the changing pad. I laid down and began un-taping the warm, heavy diaper between my legs. I felt the cold air hit me at once. The diaper had been so warm inside and I was already missing it. Regardless, I pulled out the wipes and began to wipe my entire diaper area down, making sure I hit every surface that connected with the old diaper. Once I was confident I had cleaned myself up properly I placed the new diaper under my bottom. I made sure to use plenty of baby powder, rubbing it in all over. When I was thoroughly covered in powder I taped the diaper on. I got back up on my feet and checked how I did. The diaper felt nice and secure, so I guess I did a good job. Now to decide what to wear over the diaper. I waddled back to the the closet in my room and pulled out a knee length black skirt. A skirt and diaper probably wasn't a good idea, but it was the most professional thing I had that wouldn't instantly expose the diaper. I put the skirt on and did a quick check to make sure the diaper wasn't visible. Everything should be fine as long as I don't fall or get my skirt caught. I grabbed my purse and the completed paperwork and made my way to my car. My heart was starting to beat faster and faster as I approached the club. After a day of preparing, it was finally time to do it. My entire drive there was spent thinking about what was gonna happen tonight? Would I be thrown to the wolves right away? Only time would tell I guess. It was 6:15pm when I arrived at the club. It never hurts to be a bit early I guess. I locked my car and made my way to the entrance. I got the same feeling in my stomach as I did last night. After what felt like an eternity I arrived at the door. I gulped and opened the door. I was a little surprised that it was open so early. Inside, the same bouncer from last night was waiting by the curtains. "Welcome back. Ms. Juniper is waiting for you in her office." The bouncer said to me. "T-thank you. I'll head there now." I stumbled out, walking past him towards the office. There was no music playing this time, so it was completely silent as I walked through the hallways. Well, silent besides for the subtle crinkling of the diaper under my skirt. When I finally arrived at Ms. Juniper's office I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in." I heard from the other side. I opened the door and stepped inside, my face getting a bit red as I heard the diaper crinkle. "Ah, Katie. Welcome back. Ready for your first night? I can take that paperwork" Ms. Juniper asked me, reaching her arm out to me. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I replied, handing her the paperwork. "I notice that you're currently wearing a diaper. How are you liking them so far?" She asked me. My face went red with embarrassment. Was it that obvious that I was wearing a diaper? I guess she's been around people in diapers for over a decade though, so it makes sense. I'm guessing it was either the slight waddle or crinkling that gave it away. "Y-yes I am," I quickly sputtered out "they're very comfortable." "That's good to hear. You'll be wearing a lot of them, so it's good that you're enjoying them. Have you used the baby diapers or pull-ups yet?" Ms. Juniper asked, causing me to remember the incident earlier today. "Yes, I have. I tried on the baby diaper and managed to get it taped up. I didn't try using it though. I wore one of the pull-ups to bed last night and another when I went out this morning." I replied, about to die of embarrassment. "It seems like you enjoyed the pull-ups. They're discreet while still providing a feeling similar to a diaper. Did you use them at all?" She asked. How did she keep finding new ways to embarrass me? I was starting to have trouble making eye contact. I felt like a small child confessing to doing something bad. To make matters worse (or maybe better?), I was starting to get aroused. "Y-yes. I peed in the pull-up when I woke up in the morning. It started leaking afterwards. I ended up p-pooping in the second one." I said, feeling like I was gonna cry. "You pooped in the pull-up? Most people aren't willing to go that far when they're as new as you are. I commend you. Did you enjoy it?" She asked "T-the feeling was kind of nice I guess. I really didn't enjoy the smell or cleanup afterwards though." I replied, remembering again what happened this afternoon. "I bet. The pull-ups aren't designed with messing in mind, so they don't do much to mask the smell. Those adult baby diapers are a lot better for that. Speaking of those, how many have you gone through?" Ms. Juniper asked. "I used one last night, another one this afternoon and then there's the one I'm wearing now." I replied. "So you're on number three then? Hopefully that's enough to get you a bit used to them. That's probably enough questions for now. Let's go over a few more things that I didn't mention last night. Since you're going to be a submissive, there's a few additional rules you will need to follow. Feel free to interrupt me at any point if you have questions." Ms. Juniper began explaining. "Rule one: while you're working, you're to be wearing your name tag at all times. I've made one for you already and will give it to you in a few minutes. Rule two: while you're on the premises, you're expected to be wearing a diaper and to use it when you feel the need to. Of course, this doesn't apply if the show or job you're doing requires otherwise. If you're going to show up without a diaper, please arrive a bit early so you have time to get ready. Rule three: While working, your diaper is to be on display at all times. The only exception to this is if you're wearing one of the snap-crotch onesies. Rule four: If you're visible to customers, please be using a pacifier when ever possible. Do you have any questions?" Ms. Juniper asked. I was expecting a rule-set similar to this, but I was still caught off guard at the idea of my diaper being on full display to everyone at all times. I really shouldn't have been, though. This was exactly what I signed up for. Was I technically violating rule three by having a skirt on? "D-Does that mean I should take my skirt off?" I asked, embarrassed but not wanting to get off to a bad start. "You don't technically start until 6:30 and it's currently 6:27, so you don't need to yet. How about I take you to the dressing room now and show you around afterwards. By the time we get there, it should be about 6:30." Ms. Juniper explained while getting out of her seat. I gave her a simple "Okay" and followed her out of her office. We walked back towards the entrance and the down the other set of hallways. A few turns later and we reached a door that read "Staff Only." Ms. Juniper opened the door for me and ushered me through. On the other side of the door was a room filled with mirrors, lockers, racks of cloths, and even a changing table with a two shelves full of different diapers next to it. "This is the submissive dressing room. This is where you'll get ready for shows and get your diapers changed if you're not having a customer do it. We have a staff member dedicated to changing the subs diapers if they want it, but you are free to change it yourself if you wish. Follow me over her for a second." Ms. Juniper instructed. I stopped looking around and made my way over to where she was standing. There were several racks of cloths hanging down. There were all kinds of outfits. Pastel colored shirts with childish designs and images, different types of uniforms and a shocking amount of snap-crotch onesies. "Go ahead and pick out a onesie to wear." She instructed me. I began surveying my options, which there were plenty of. I kept looking for over a minute, trying to decide which one would be best for me. No matter what I picked, it was probably going to be embarrassing. Isn't that what I wanted though? Being humiliated and embarrassed like this turned me on, so shouldn't I just go along with it? I decided to do just that and picked out the most embarrassing one I could. It was pastel pink with white text that read "Mommy's Little Girl." I blushed a deep red and looked towards the ground as I turned around and showed Ms. Juniper my choice. "Very girly and babyish. I think you'll look great in it. Bring it over to the lockers and get changed. The one on the right end is yours. I put a sticky note with the code on the door." Ms. Juniper told me. I did as I was told and brought the onesie over. The code on the note was "7838." That's easy to memorize, so that's good. I punched the code into the keypad and opened the door. I was expecting it to be empty inside, but there were a few hangers inside along with something inside. I took the mysterious item out and realized it was a collar! There was a tag with some writing on it as well. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the writing was my name! "That's your name tag. Please put it on." Ms. Juniper instructed. I was expecting something like a clip-on or magnetic name plate, but I guess this fits the theme of the club better. The collar was pink with purple seams. It secured with a belt-like buckle. The pin that goes through the hole was little different from what I've seen though. There was a small hole at the top of it. The slits in the leather were a bit longer than normal to accommodate it. A second later, something clicked inside my head and I realized it was meant for a lock. This collar was meant to be locked on! I was starting to get a bit aroused just thinking about wearing it. I brought it up to my neck and put it into position. I reached behind my head and was able to quickly get the piece oh leather through the buckle. I pulled it back until it was tight enough to stay in place, but not to where it was choking me. I tucked the spare leather into the little loop that held it and turned around to show Ms. Juniper. "It looks nice on you. I'm sure you noticed that collar is lockable. I have the lock right here. Turn around so I can put it on." Ms. Juniper instructed. I turned around and moved my hair out of the way for her. Seconds later, I felt a little pressure and heard a faint click. I was now locked in a collar that was made just for me. My excitement just kept growing and growing. "There we go. Nice and secure. The lock serves a few purposes. The first is to help keep you in a submissive head space. The second is to make sure you're following rule number one. The third is just because the clients love it. Here is one of the keys. I suggest keeping it in your locker. If for some reason you misplace it, I have a couple of spares in my office." Ms. Juniper explained. She handed me the key and I placed it on the top shelf of the locker. "Now that that's taken care of, please get changed into the onesie." She instructed. I did as instructed and began to slowly raise my shirt up over my head. I attached it to one of the hangers and slowly began to start undoing my skirt. This was it. I was about to expose my diaper to someone other than myself. I gulped and began to lover it, feeling it brush against the front of the plastic diaper on its way down. I was now standing in just a diaper and my bra in front of my new boss. I hung the skirt up with one of the other hangers and began to slip the bottom of the onesie over my head before being stopped by Ms. Juniper. "Take off your bra as well." She said. I blushed a deep shade of red as I began unhooking my bra. She didn't have a commanding tone, but being ordered around like this was still arousing me. A few seconds later, my barely b-cup breasts were exposed. Now I was standing in front of my boss in only a big babyish diaper. The only way this could get more embarrassing is if I actually used the diaper. I placed my bra in the locker and quickly began pulling the onesie over my head. I let out a little moan as it brushes over my bare nipples. The inside was really soft. It felt exactly like a nice set of pajamas. I guess that's what it is though. My arms when through the short sleeves and my head soon popped through the hole. Next up was the snaps at the bottom. I reached for both sides and began to secure them together. There were four snaps in total. When I was finished, the diaper was pressing firmly into my butt, taint, and crotch. "You look adorable. I really like your choice of diaper for tonight. It really compliments your onesie choice. The crowds always love babyish and girly outfits like what you got on. I'm sure you're going to be very popular tonight." Ms. Juniper said, making me both embarrassed and happy. "T-thank you. Does that mean I'm going to be on stage tonight?" I asked, my heart beating fast. "Yes, you will. Later into tonight, when the crowds pick up, we'll bring you on stage and introduce you. The dom that escorts you will tell you about the plan before you go up." She explained. My heart was beating even faster now. My first night and I was already going to be shown off to a full crowd. What all would I be doing? Were they going to have someone come up and spank me like the girl last night? My mind was racing with different thoughts, all of which were plenty humiliating and arousing. "Let's go see if any of the doms have arrived. I asked Sarah to show up early to train you and show you around. Follow me." Ms. Juniper said. Train me, huh? I'm sure she meant tell me more about the club and teach me a few things, but given the clubs nature I could only think about a commanding dominatrix sporting a riding crop, ready to punish me for the slightest infraction. I was starting to get wet, and not in the way one usually would in a diaper. We made our way to a door on the other side of the room. Ms. Juniper opened the door to reveal a room that was pretty much identical to the submissive dressing room. There was a woman inside, sitting down and looking at her phone. "Oh my god! Is this Katie? She looks so adorable!" The woman said, rushing over to come admire me. "Good evening, Sarah. Yes, this is Katie. Katie, this is Sarah. She's going to be looking after you tonight." Ms. Juniper said. "Hi Sarah, it's nice to meet you." I said, blushing at being called "adorable" and the thought of someone having to "look after" me. "It's nice to meet you too! Ms. Juniper told me that you're new to all this! I'll make sure you fit right in!" Sarah said in a very cheery voice. Sarah was an interesting person. Her personality so far is not what you'd expect from a BDSM club dominatrix. She seemed more like a big sister who fauns over anything she deems cute. Sarah was pretty tall though. She also had a very large pair of breasts. I could certainly see her being very menacing if she was in the mood. "Thank you. I'm looking forward to it." I replied. "Sarah, please show Katie around and train her on everything you think she needs to know. If you need anything, I will be in my office. Good luck Katie, and enjoy your first night." Ms. Juniper said, turning to me at the end. "Thank you ma'am, I will." I responded. With that, Ms. Juniper turned around and went back the way she came. As she walked out, I took a closer look at the room. It was mostly the same as the other room. The main differences were the placement of doors and the outfit racks, which had a mix of leather and latex bondage clothing, lingerie and some seemingly normal clothes. "Alright, let's get started! Do you need a change before we go?" Sarah asked me. Did she just ask if my diaper needed changed? That was probably the most embarrassing thing that's happened to me tonight. I could feel my face heating up and turning red. Did she think I was an actual baby? "N-no, I don't." I timidly replied. "Such a good girl! Just let me know when you do, and I'll get you taken care of. You wait right here while I get dressed, and then I'll show you around, okay sweetie?" She asked me in a voice that you would use on a small child. "O-oh, okay." I said, even more timidly than before. She was treating me like a child. I guess it makes sense, given my current outfit. It was very humiliating though. In just a couple of seconds, she referred to me as "a good girl," "sweetie," and even promised to change my diaper when, not if, I use it. I was expecting to be degraded, but not like this. I expected to be commanded and ordered around, not treated like a child at daycare. Even if it wasn't was I was expecting, it was still turning me on. Sarah returned a few minutes later, now wearing a pair of black leggings and a sweater that highlighted her big breasts. She was definitely going for a "mommy" look. I also noticed that she was wearing a name tag with the clubs logo and her name on it. I guess the doms get regular name tags while the subs get to wear a collar. "Come on sweetheart, let's go!" Sarah said, taking hold of my hand. I let Sarah take my hand and lead me back over to the submissive dressing room. We journeyed across the empty room until we reached one of the closed doors. Inside, there was a room very similar to the store room I was brought to yesterday. Every wall inside was stocked with all kinds of bondage and baby items. There were several types and colors of arm cuffs, different kinds of gags, loads of different designs of pacifiers, bibs, mittens, vibrators, harnesses, rope, butt plugs, blind folds and so much more. "This is the room where we keep all the accessories you might need for a performance or just for adding to your appearance. I know just what you need, follow me." Sarah explained, dragging me along. Sarah lead me over to the shelf containing the pacifiers. She picked up a large pink pacifier, unwrapped it and wasted no time putting it into my mouth. I accepted it without a fight and began sucking on it like I had been so accustomed to in the last twenty-four hours. This pacifier felt bigger than the one I was given last night, but not by much. "Such a good girl! You look even more adorable! I know what else you need! Wait here." Sarah said, leaving me standing with my new pacifier. Sarah walked over to a table in the center of the room and grabbed something. When she came back, I noticed that it was a pacifier clip. This one had a white background with pink baby bottles and pacifiers scattered all over. It was also a bit shorter than the one I got at the store earlier today. Without asking my permission, Sarah attached the clip to the pacifier in my mouth. I was expecting the other end to be attached to the onesie right after, but instead I heard metal clicking. I looked down and realized that this one attached to my collar like a dog leash. "So cute! Now, what do we say?" Sarah said to me, plucking the pacifier out of my mouth. "Umm, th-thank you?" I responded, timidly. "Very good!" Sarah said, putting the pacifier backing in my mouth and pulling me into a hug. Getting hugged by Sarah was like getting squeezed by a bear, if the bear has two giant boobs on it's chest. Sarah put one of her hand one the backs of head, forcing one my face right into her ample bosom. I was having trouble even breathing. When I was finally let free, I had to gasp for air. I felt the pacifier fall out of my mouth and bounce off my upper stomach. "Careful there, sweetie. I don't want to punish you just yet." Sarah said, picking up the pacifier and inserting it back into my mouth. I was starting to get wet. The way she was treating me was the perfect amount of humiliation for me. The threat of being punished was certainly helping as well. How would she punish me? The only thing I could think about was being draped across Sarah's lap and spanked silly. "Sowwy." I slurred out behind the pacifier. "Not a problem, baby. Just keep your paci right there until Mommy takes it out." Sarah instructed. I guess Sarah is my mommy now. I am just her baby, who needs to do everything commanded of me. Sarah took my hand once again and lead be out of the room. We kept walking until we reached an open door in the hallway. She turned the light on and I realized that it was one of the playrooms I had seen on the site. The furniture in here was exactly what I saw on the site. Lots of baby furniture combined with a bunch of bondage furniture. "It sounds like you've never used any of this stuff before. We're going to fix that! Let's start over here." Sarah said, giving me no time to respond as she led me over to the giant potty chair. The potty itself was like largely upscaled version of one you would see a two year old girl use. It was made to accommodate an adult, though. It was made out of pink plastic and had a white cushion on the seat. There was also a large piece of plastic extruding forward that had handles on it. The handles were also accompanied by a pair of wrist cuffs that attached directly to the chair. "I don't think you're ready for potty training yet, but you should know what it's like in case someone seems to thinks you are. Take a seat, sweetheart." Sarah instructed. I guess she didn't want me to take the diaper off first. I grabbed the handles and slowly lowered myself down onto the seat. The seat was much bigger than one a child would use, but it was still closer to the ground than a normal toilet. This forced me to sit with my legs extended forward. Sarah came over once I was seated and began to secure my wrists with the cuffs. I gave no resistance and sat there sucking on the pacifier. "Nice and secure. Your diaper was still dry a few minutes ago, which means you must have something in there you can let out. You stay here and try to use the potty like a big girl. I'm going to go fetch a few things." Sarah said as she secured my other hand. Sarah stood back up and walked out the door, leaving me alone. It was clear that she wanted me to use the diaper while she was gone. I had just peed a bunch an hour ago though, so I didn't really have much in me. I tried to force something out, but the most I got was maybe a few drops. Being instructed to "use the potty" was humiliating enough, but being unable to just added to that. Was Sarah going to be mad? I eventually gave up and waited for Sarah to come back. "I'm back baby! Were you able to use the potty like a big girl?" She asked me. I just stared at the ground and sucked on the pacifier, my face red with embarrassment. I doubt she was expecting an answer anyways. Sarah came over to me and began undoing the wrist restraints. Once I was free she put her hands under my armpits and began lifting up. I stood up for her and patiently waited for whatever came next. "Let's see how you did." Sarah said, undoing the crotch of the onesie and pressing her hand into my diaper. "This diaper is still dry. It's been at least 45 minutes since your last change. This diaper should at least have some tinkles in it. Are you purposely disobeying mommy, baby?" "No, Mommy." I shamefully responded. "Hmm, I think you are. You should have been able to let even a little bit of tinkles out after that long. I was gonna give you a snack in the highchair next, but I think you need a little lesson in obedience first. Come here." Sarah said, pulling me over towards the spanking bench. My heart started to speed up. There was a pretty limited number of things a spanking bench was used for. I obediently let Sarah push me down and secure me on the bench. My wrists, legs and waist were soon bound to the bench. I was getting even wetter as I waited for what was about to happen. The only part of my body I could move was my head, and even then I was unable to see Sarah. From what it sounded like, she was grabbing stuff out of the closet. I eventually heard footsteps approaching me and seconds later saw Sarah enter my view. "Do you know what this piece of furniture is, baby?" Sarah asked, plucking the pacifier out of my mouth. "It's a spanking bench." I responded, not wanting or able to make eye contact. "Very good. Now, why are you strapped to the spanking bench?" Sarah continued, telling me off like a small child. "For not wetting my diaper when I was told to." I timidly responded, feeling mores of my juices seep out into the diaper. "Very good. You see this baby? This is what mommy's going to spank you with." Sarah said, dangling a ping pong paddle in front of my face. The only thing I wanted as much as a spanking right now was to stick my fingers down my diaper a relieve myself. Sarah was doing a perfect job of making me feel like a naught child. It didn't help that this scenario was almost identical to the fantasy I had last night. I stared at the ping pong paddle and began fantasizing what it will feel like when it strikes my naughty bottom. A second later, I noticed Sarah had something in her other hand as well. "This is what's going to make sure your binky stays in during your spanking. Open up baby." Sarah said, revealing the pacifier gag to me. I happily complied and let her put the pacifier in my mouth. She brought the leather straps around the back of my head and securing it in place. The nipple of the pacifier was a bit bigger than the one I was using at home. It was strapped tightly enough that I wouldn't be able to spit it out, but it wasn't painful. "The safe word is 'pineapple', baby." Sarah whispered into my ear. With that, she walked around me and began undoing my onesie. It felt like an eternity as she undid each button and pulled the onesie back. I felt the air hit my lower back and soon heard the sounds of the diaper's tapes being undone. Moments later, I felt the back of the diaper falling back, exposing my wet crotch and vulnerable butt cheeks to Sarah. The front of the diaper was still held in place under my waist, while the back side held freely. "My my, what do we have here? It looks like this little girl has already gotten a spanking today. You must be one naughty baby. It's a good thing Mommy knows exactly how to take care of naughty little babies. And what is this? If I didn't know any better, I may think this little girl is looking forward to her spanking." Sarah said, running her fingers along my soaked pussy. I squirmed in place due to the intense pleasure her fingers provided me. I really wanted her to stick them inside, but I wasn't granted that privilege. I was so distracted by the pleasure that I almost forgot about mentioning my already spanked bottom. I guess my bottom was still showing the after effects of my self-spanking at lunch. The humiliation of that only made me wish for more pleasure. "Such a naughty, naughty baby. I'll make sure to give you the nice, hard spanking that you need." Sarah said, swinging the paddle down onto my right butt cheek. I moaned into the pacifier as I felt the pain and pleasure rush through my body. The pain was much more prominent though. The sting was a lot more painful than anything that I had ever given to myself. Moments later, another swat hit my other cheek. This pain was something I couldn't have foreseen. If I wasn't so horny, I probably wouldn't be enjoying this. Sarah continued her assault on my bottom for what felt like an eternity. Each smack filled the room with noise and excited me further. The only thoughts going through my mind were the pain and me calling myself a bad girl who deserves this. Eventually, the pain became more intense and tears were starting to form in my eyes. My bottom was aching really bad. This is by far the most intense spanking I'd ever received, surpassing the one I gave myself earlier today by miles. I contemplated yelling out the safe word, but that wouldn't look good on me at all. Besides, I was still incredibly horny. "There we go! I think this little girl has learned her lesson. Is that right?" Sarah said as I sobbed to myself. I nodded my head as best I could as the tears continued to well up and flow down my face. My ass was on fire, much more so than this afternoon. Sarah began rubbing my bottom, helping alleviate a bit of the pain. "There, there baby, calm down. Mommy's sorry that she had to punish you. Let's get you cleaned up and then you can have your snack. Before that though, have you made any poopies yet today?" Sarah asked. I nodded my head yes and tried to hold back my tears. I was unbearably horny right now. I had just been spanked like a bad girl and was still being babied. Sarah did a perfect job of making me feel like a naughty baby whose mommy just had to punish her. "What a good girl. Let's get you up and into your highchair." Sarah said, bringing the diaper up and securing it back around my punished bottom. I was soon released from the belts of the spanking bench and allowed to stand up. Sarah grabbed my hands as soon as I was free and brought me over to 'my' highchair. When we arrived, she grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and guided me into the cushioned seat of the chair. Even with two layers of cushioning, my ass still hurt terribly bad. I watched Sarah as she secured the tray onto the highchair. I thought that would be it, but she instead used the cuffs on the highchair to secure my arms and legs, leaving me with no escape. I almost felt like protesting, but between my horniness and the pacifier still strapped into my mouth, I decided not to. "Nice and secure. You wait here and suck on your paci while mommy gets you a snack and a bottle, okay sweetheart?" Sarah said, turning her back and leaving the room once again. I rubbed my tongue along the pacifier's large bulb, trying to suck on it but failing due to how secure it was. For now, I was left alone with my thoughts and sore butt. If my hands we're restrained, I would definitely have them down my diaper, furiously masturbating. How much longer was she going to tease me like this? Hopefully she would relieve me soon, but at the same time I hoped she wouldn't. The humiliation of being treated like this was insanely pleasurable and I didn't want it to end. My butt was still hurting bad, but the pain forced me to constantly recall what had just happened. Sarah came back a few minutes later carrying a big pink bib, a big baby bottle filled with what looked like apple juice, and a bowl with a spoon. I noticed she was also wearing a white apron now as well. "Sorry for the wait, baby! I promise it will be worth it. Let's get these num nums into your cute little tummy." Sarah said, speaking to me like I was an actual baby. Sarah set the bowl down on the tray in front of me, revealing that it was filled with oatmeal. Not exactly my favorite, but I didn't despise it. There was a bit more than I would consider to be a snack though. She made her way behind me and secured the bib around my neck. I looked down and saw the words "Mommy's messy girl" embroidered on it. Next, she unstrapped the pacifier gag and removed it from my mouth. She set it down on the tray next to the bowl as I began moving my jaw around, now free from the big bulb. "Why did you get a spanking earlier, sweetheart?" Sarah asked, scooping up some oatmeal. "I-I didn't finish my lunch." I said, embarrassed and aroused at memories of the self spanking. "That was pretty naughty of you, sweetheart. I'll make sure you finish your snack so you don't need another trip to the bench. Now, open wide, baby." Sarah replied. I did as instructed and embarrassingly opened my mouth for Sarah. She put the spoon of oatmeal in my mouth and I closed around it. It didn't really taste bad, but I wasn't enjoying it too much. I swallowed the oatmeal and opened my mouth for Sarah, who was patiently waiting with another spoonful of oatmeal. This cycle continued for about 5 minutes, with Sarah repeatedly telling me "what a good girl I was" and making airplane noises. The bowl was eventually empty and Sarah used the bib to wipe off the oatmeal that had ended up on my face through no fault of my own. "There we go, all done. Did you enjoy your snack, sweetheart?" Sarah asked. "Yes, Mommy." I replied, looking away out of embarrassment. I doubt I could ever get used to calling someone this close to my own age "mommy". "I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby. Now, let's finish your baba." Sarah said, raising the bottle and bringing the rubber nipple to my mouth. I began sucking on the bottle and felt the apple juice flow into my mouth. This continued for a minute or two until Sarah removed it from my mouth. "My arm is getting tired, baby. If I release your arm, do you promise to be a good girl and feed yourself?" Sarah asked me. I nodded yes and she released my right arm from the cuff securing it to the highchair. I grabbed the bottle and began drinking from it again. The bottle was completely full when Sarah brought it in, so it was going to take a few minutes to drink it all. Sarah stood by patiently as I continued drinking. Eventually, she went to the closet in the room and came back out holding an arm cuff and a short chain. "Mommy needs to go check in on something, baby. I want you to finish your bottle, but I don't trust you alone with your hand. That's what this is for." Sarah said, showing me the short chain and cuff. Sarah attached the cuff to my wrist and then attached the chain to my collar with a small padlock. The chain couldn't have been more than a foot long. I could still hold the bottle up to my mouth and reach the tray, but that was about it. Why didn't she trust me? Was it because she knew how horny I was? It had to be. The thought that I couldn't be trusted not to touch myself was very arousing. It was amplified even more by the fact that it was probably true. The bottle was slowly getting closer to empty and Sarah was not back yet. What was she doing? I'm sure it was something that would humiliate me even more. I soon began to feel pressure building in my bladder. I could already hear Sarah's voice in my head if she came in and noticed I had wet my diaper. Nevertheless, there was no reason to hold it in. There was no way Sarah would let me pee anywhere but this diaper. Even though there was no one watching, it was still hard to start peeing. It was probably due to the unfamiliar environment I was in. Finally, after a minute of pushing and bottle sucking, I was able to get something going. My mind began to fill with horny thoughts as I imagined how humiliating it would be when Sarah noticed my wet diaper. Sure, I had peed in diapers multiple times now, but never in front of anyone. The stream stopped not too long after and I could feel the soggy, warm padding pressing against my agitated pussy and bruised butt. I wish I could press that warm padding right into my pussy and rub it senseless, but my arms were both bound. Shortly after I finished the bottle, I heard the door open. I was expecting to see Sarah come through, but instead it was a tall blond women in a very short latex dress. My heart began to race as she shut the door and began approaching me. I noticed that in one her hands she had a riding crop and in the other was a big canvas bag. This is more like what I had expected when I came here. How was this going to play out? Was she here to take Sarah's place? "You must be the new slut that Sarah told me about. You're quite cute. I can't wait to break you." The woman said, the clacking of her heels on the floor adding to her intimidating aura as she continued her approach. "I-I'm Ka-" I tried to get out before being interrupted. "SILENCE!" She yelled, "You will speak only when spoken to! That is your only warning!" I immediately shut my mouth and felt my pussy tingle. What was she going to do to me? What was in the bag? While being babied by Sarah was humiliating in its own way, the things I imagined this woman will do to me were even better. She seemed like a typical BDSM mistress and was already acting like one. Once she got to me, she dropped her bag and shoved her hand right against my wet diaper. She grabbed my chin with her other hand, forced me to look right at her face, and stared right into my eyes. "Playtime is over, potty pants. I'm here to treat you like the diaper filling little slut you actually are. My name is Mistress Hazel, and you will refer to me as such. Any disobedience, and you'll be punished extensively. Understand?" "Y-Yes, Mistress Hazel." I squeaked out. "Good little slut. I'm going to release your restraints, and you're not going to move a muscle. Understand?" She command. "Yes, Mistress Hazel." I said timidly, trying not to make any movements at all. Hazel removed her hands from my jaw and diaper and began undoing the restraints on my legs and left arm. I kept them exactly as they were though out of fear of what might happen if I moved them. She next removed the cuff from my wrist and unlocked the lock attaching the chain to my collar. She took the bottle out of my hand and put it on the highchair tray along with the pacifier gag and wrist cuff. Finally, she removed the tray, freeing me if I was allowed to move. "Get on all fours, and don't make me wait." Hazel commanded. As fast as I could, I got out of the highchair and got down on my hands and knees. Sarah, was super nice to me and she still gave me a very painful spanking. I'm sure whatever Hazel did to punish me would be much worse. I was legitimately scared and also aroused at the thought of what she might do. I heard her reach into the bag, but I couldn't see what she was grabbing. I found out moment later when she clipped a dog leash onto my collar. "Walk," Hazel commanded while pulling on the leash, "and don't even think about turning your head." I did as instructed and let myself be led to an unknown destination. Being forced to crawl on all fours like a baby very humiliating. The floor kind of hurt my knees, but I'm sure it hurt less than the riding crop that Hazel carries around. She led me over to a wall on the other side of the room and commanded me to stop. I obeyed and stared at the wall, waiting for whatever Hazel had in store for me next. I stayed as still as possible as I heard her go towards the closet. "Okay pissy pants, it's time to show your mistress how much of a slut you really are." Hazel said, walking to the wall in front of me and attaching a long, thick, black dildo to it. "Start sucking." My eyes went wide as I stared at the phallic object that was right in front of my face. I've given a few blowjobs before, but not to anything as big or thick as this. I felt my pussy tingle again as I reflected on my situation. I couldn't reflect long though, as I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my right leg. "Did I stutter, pissy pants? Get sucking!" Hazel yelled at me. I immediately spurred into action and wrapped my lips around the head of the dildo. I slowly brought my closer to the wall until I couldn't fit anymore. I started pulling back and then felt another sting of pain from my right leg. "Faster! Suck like you mean it!" Hazel screamed at me. I screamed into the dildo, both out of shock and the pain. I did as commanded though and picked up my pace. The thick dildo was rapidly sliding in and out of my mouth as I tried to give the best blowjob I could to the silicon object. I closed my eyes as I did this and began to lose myself in thought. I wished I could be penetrated through my vagina instead. I have been holding back orgasms all day in anticipation for tonight and have been teased beyond belief for what feels like an eternity now. My thoughts were interrupted by a tug on the back of my onesie. I heard the snaps at the crotch being undone and soon felt the onesie being pulled up to my stomach. I was curious what was going on, but didn't want another hit from the riding crop, so I kept sucking. I became even more nervous when I felt my diaper being untaped and removed. I was too curious now. I removed the dildo from my mouth and began to turn around. I wasn't able to make out anything before I felt the riding crop come down on my already sore ass. It came down on both cheeks several more times while I hurried to resume sucking on the dildo. "Did I give you permission to stop sucking and turn around, pissy pants? No, I didn't. So don't even think about taking that dildo out of your mouth until I do." Hazel yelled at me. I felt tears well up in my eyes from the pain of the riding crop. That thing stung really bad! I didn't even find out what she was doing back there. I guess all I could do was keep sucking and wait. "Look at the state of this diaper. Do you enjoy pissing yourself, pissy pants? Well, you better not piss on the floor, or you're licking it up, got it?" Hazel said. I should have been disgusted by that, but with how horny I was, she could probably make me do just about anything. My entire body shook and a wave of pleasure ran through my body as Hazel drug her fingers across my sopping wet pussy lips. I stopped sucking for a brief second while I tried to recover. This was quickly met with another hit of the riding crop on my ass. I had to force myself to continue pleasuring the dildo due to my body being exhausted from all the pleasure and pain. I really hope I was allowed to cum soon. "Look at how sopping wet your cunt is. There's no doubt in my mind that you're nothing more than a pathetic, diaper loving slut. Stop sucking." Hazel commanded. I did as I was told and removed the dildo from my mouth, finally letting my tired jaw recover. "Did you enjoy your blowjob practice, slut?" Hazel asked me. "Yes, Mistress Hazel." I replied, not wanting to give her a reason to make me start again. "Good little slut." Hazel responded. "Have you ever had an enema before?" "N-no, Mistress Hazel." I replied, a knot forming in my stomach. "Prefect. Get to the pillory." She commanded, pulling on the leash again. I gulped as I started crawling to the pillory. My bare ass and vagina on display to anyone that could be watching. I'd never had an enema before, but I knew what it was. Normally, it's not something I would really fantasize about, but with how horny I was, I would do probably anything that would humiliate or degrade me further. I soon reached the pillory and remained still while I waited for instructions on what to do next. "Position yourself, slut." Hazel commanded. I got up off my hands and knees and positioned myself inside the device. Hazel brought down the top half right after and secured it, locking me inside. The pillory was only upto about my stomach, so my back was at about a ninety degree angle. This wasn't exactly a very comfortable position. Especially because I didn't have a whole lot to rest my weight on. I heard Hazel moving around for a bit behind me and grabbing stuff. Eventually, her waist entered my limited field of view. "Open up slut. Sarah told me how much you love your pacifier, so I thought I would reward you with something to suck on." Hazel commanded. I was expecting the pacifier gag from before to be placed in my mouth, but instead what I got was a gag with a short, thick dildo. The gag slid into my mouth, feeling exactly like the one I was forced to 'practice' on mere minutes ago. Hazel secured the gag behind my head, making sure I was unable to take it out. She then vanished from my view and walked around behind me again. I heard a few more sounds I couldn't make out before feeling something press up against my butt hole. My breathing picked up and grew heavier as the object penetrated me. Hazel pushed it farther in and I soon felt a warm liquid begin to flow into my body. I began to squirm a lot due the weird feeling, which caused Hazel to strike my ass with the crop again. "Stop squirming, slut. If you take your enema like a good little baby, maybe I'll reward you." Hazel said. I really hoped that the reward would be better than the last one. Either way, I hoped the reward would be an orgasm and was willing to take the risk of it not being that. I tried as hard as I could to stay still and not clench my butt. I relied fairly heavily on the penis that gagged my mouth to distract me from the feeling. The warm liquid continued to flow into me with no indication of it being close to over. I could feel it pooling inside of me and occupying more and more of my insides. I was moaning into the dildo constantly and biting down on it. I'm not sure how much more I could take. My stomach was starting to feel bloated and was cramping a bit. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the flow of liquid slow to a stop. "Okay, slut. I'm going to pull the nozzel out. Don't you dare spill anything, or I'll give you another one." Hazel threatened. I knew I could not handle another enema, so when Hazel pulled the nozzel out of my ass I clenched down with all my strength. Holding the liquid was surprisingly hard. The liquid was trying its hardest to escape from my body. I was taken by surprise when I felt something cold and metallic press against my butt hole. "I'm putting in a butt plug slut. I figure a diaper dependent little slut like you won't be able to hold anything in for long." Hazel said, sliding the thick metal plug into place. I moaned loudly into the dildo. I'd never done anal before, and this was much thicker than the enema nozzel. At least it would help me keep the enema in. "Alright pissy pants, we better get another diaper on you before you piddle all over the floor. Get over to the changing table." Hazel instructed, undoing the restraints of the pillory but leaving the gag on. I instinctively got down on my hands and knees once I was free. The implication of me 'piddling' on the floor made my pussy tingle again. I had to go slow due to the amount of liquid occupying my colon. Hazel seemed to be forgiving of it though, as she didn't hit me with the riding crop. Hazel took the leash again and slowly led me over to the changing table. Thankfully, it wasn't too far of a crawl. "Get up on the table, pissy pants." Hazel commanded. The table was a good distance off the ground, but thankfully there was a stepping stool. I positioned myself on the changing table and let Hazel restrain my arms and midsection to the table. Laying down on my back made the pressure of the enema even more apparent. "Legs up, pissy pants." Hazel instructed. I complied and slowly raised my legs up. I soon felt another diaper being placed under me. Hazel wasted no time in covering me with baby powder and taping the diaper up. She did a much better job than I had ever done on myself. The diaper felt very secure and positioned perfectly. She redid the the snaps at the crotch of the onesie and gave the front of my now covered diaper a pat. "Alright pissy pants, get to the crib and you can release your enema. Since you've been relatively obedient, I'll let you make cummies in your diapie." Hazel said, releasing me from the changing table. I was finally going to be allowed to cum! I got down on the floor and crawled to the crib as quickly as possible. I climbed into the giant crib, almost forgetting about the belly full of liquid that I had. Hazel grabbed my arms and legs once I was inside and secured them to the straps attached to the crib. "Alright potty pants, are you ready to release that enema?" Hazel asked me. "Mmmph!" I yelled through the gag, trying to make it clear to her that I was. "Then roll over on your side, away from me." Hazel commanded. I rolled over away from her. The crib restraints had a little bit of slack, but not too much. I felt Hazel reach through the leg holes of my diaper and reach for my butt. She gripped onto the butt plug and ripped it out of my butt and diaper in a quick motion. I moaned into the dildo again from the sensation and instantly felt the liquid flood into the diaper. The feeling left me in a trance, making it take a few seconds to notice Hazel had pulled onto my back. The liquid kept pouring into the diaper as I laid there in pleasure. It was very warm and was get absorbed into every part of the diaper. After only a few seconds, the liquid stopped flowing and I could tell the diaper was close to its limit. "Do you enjoy filling your diaper, potty pants?" Hazel asked me, digging her hand right into my crotch through the diaper. "Mmph!" I yelled in pleasure. "Are you ready to fill that diaper with your cummies?" Hazel asked, now rubbing the sopping wet diaper into my also sopping wet pussy. "Mmph!" I yelled again, being overcome with pleasure. "Then go ahead, slut. Cum in your messy diaper for your mistress." Hazel commanded. I did exactly as she command, my body seizing up from the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. My mind filled with the memories of my spanking and all of the humiliation I'd been subjected to since arriving here. All I could do was lay there helplessly, lost in all the pleasure that was running through my body. The only other sensations I could feel were the warm, soggy diaper stuck to my body and the large dildo stuck in my mouth. When I came down off my post-orgasm high, I noticed that Hazel had left, leaving me tied up alone in the crib. I also noticed that she also raised the side of the crib, making me feel even more helpless. Was she going to come back soon? Now that my horniness had drained out of me, I was really starting to notice how uncomfortable this dildo was. My face was getting covered in drool due to it as well. The diaper was still very warm and felt good, but I doubted it would stay that way for long. After what felt like 5 minutes or so of reflecting on everything that's happened so far and trying to ignore the large penis in my mouth, I heard the door open. I looked over and saw that Sarah had come back. Hazel wasn't with her though, which kind of made me relieved. Sarah went over the changing table and grabbed everything you'd need to change a diaper. She next went over to the high chair and grabbed something that I couldn't see. Finally, she approached me and lowered the side of the crib. "Hello, sweetheart! Sorry that I had to step out for a little bit. Did you have fun playing with Hazel?" Sarah asked me in a cheery voice. I nodded my head yes, not being able to make much noise due to the dildo. "That's good. Let's get off of you." Sarah said, reaching for the back of my neck. Sarah undid the buckle of the gag and released me. I had to take a moment to stretch out my jaw and get used to not having something inside of it. While I was doing this, Sarah used the bib that was still strapped around my neck to clean up the drool. "It looks like Hazel must have accidentally given you a big girl pacifier. I'm sure she didn't mean to." Sarah said, putting the dildo gag down by my feet. There was no doubt in my mind that Hazel made a mistake by giving me that, and I'm sure Sarah knew that as well.

@diddldum posted an RTF file around 5 years ago that still works here:

That is it! Thank you so much!

I'm currently trying to find a story I read a while ago (probably around 5-6 years ago, but I'm unsure) about a girl who is dared by her sister to go to the mall wearing a pull-up and school uniform. The girl goes to the mall and a woman recognizes the uniform she is wearing as one from a private academy. The woman takes the girl to the school where she is punished by the headmistress and enrolled in the school. I'm not 100% certain about these details. I believe the girl wets her pull-up and the woman buys her some diapers and changes her into them. I also believe the woman gives the girl a spanking at the mall. If anyone knows the name of the story or where to find it I would be very appreciative!

Here's a short story I've been occasionally working on for a couple of months now. Please let me know what you think. ----- The future was not looking great for Hannah. She was 4 weeks into her first term of college and was already failing three of her four classes, with the fourth hanging on by a mere three percent. She knew she was in trouble but just couldn't find the motivation to go to class or do her homework. She tried researching online to see what she could do to get herself motivated, but often she lacked the follow-through to actually follow the guides. While making her way through the dining hall after lunch, Hannah came across a poster that caught her eye. "Failing your classes?" the large title read. Just below that in a smaller font was "Need help finding motivation? Need a helping hand to help keep you going? Call the number below for help!". At the bottom of the page was a phone number. Knowing that she was running our of time and options, Hannah took a photo of the number and went back to her dorm. When Hannah arrived back at her dorm she was the only one home. Her two other suite-mates must have been eating lunch or at class. Hannah's relationship with them was fairly normal. She wouldn't really consider them friends, but they all got along and could maintain conversation with one-another. After going into her room and closing the door Hannah called the number from the poster. After a few moments of ringing a woman answered, sounding not much older than Hannah herself. "Hello, Christa speaking." The woman said. "Hello! I'm Hannah. I'm calling about the poster at Henshaw University." Hannah responded, a little nervous. "I see. Are you looking for assistance with passing your classes?" "Yes, I am. It's my first term of college and I'm failing almost all of my classes. I just can't seem to force myself to want to pass." "That's perfectly normal for someone like you. College is a big adjustment and some people just need a little extra help getting their feet on the ground. What do you say we meet in person at the Henshaw dining hall in a couple of hours and talk a bit more in person?" "That sounds great! I get out of class at 3:00pm and can meet you right after." "Alright Hannah, I'll see you then. Bye bye." Christa said has she hung up. ----- Hannah was nervous all throughout her 2:00pm U.S. history lecture. She was having trouble paying attention most of the time, and when she actually tried she was so lost that it almost wasn't worth it. Once the class was over Hannah made her way to the dining hall, having absorbed nothing. When she arrived at the dinning hall she spotted a tall brunette woman standing right outside the cafeteria. The woman was wearing business casual clothing along with short heals, giving her an almost intimidating look. Hannah's gut told her that it was Christa. 'Hello. Are you Christa?" Hannah asked as she approached the woman. "Why yes, I am. You must be Hannah. It's nice to meet you in person." Christa said, reaching out to shake Hannah's hand. Hannah shook Christa's hand and took a moment to analyze Christ further. She seemed to be somewhere in her mid to late twenties. Her long, straight brown hair was hung up in a ponytail. Christa probably had a good 7 inches of height on Hannah, which contributed further to her intimidating aura. "Well, why don't we take a seat and we can talk about what you need and what I can provide." Christa said as she lead Hannah to empty table. Hannah sat down across the table from Christa. Hannah was having trouble making eye contact due to her nervousness. "Let's start with why you called me." Christa started. "W-well, as I said on the phone this is my first term of college and I'm failing nearly all of my classes." Hannah explained. "I see. And why is that?" "I have a hard time paying attention in class and I can never bring myself to do my homework. Every time I try I end up getting demotivated and can't focus." "Is that so? I'm thinking that my services would be a good fit for you. What classes are you taking?" "College Algebra, Beginners Writing, Art History, and U.S. History." "And what are your grades like?" "I have a 27% in math, 49% in writing, 72% in Art History, and a %36 in U.S. History." I answered, a bit embarrassed. "Oh, wow. If you don't get those up you won't be looking good for next term. It's a good thing you are taking action now. Midterms are next week, so you may still have time to turn this around. What I think this boils down to is a lack of discipline and motivation on your part. I'm guessing your parents helped keep you on track in high school?" Christ asked. "That's right. My mom and dad were always checking my grades making me do my homework. They're hundreds of miles away now, though." Hannah explained, realizing a little how much she was missing them. "And that's the case for a lot of people like you. You've had someone watching over you and making you do your school work your whole life. Without those hands pushing you to succeed, you're losing pace and falling behind. What I do is act as that hand. I'll give you the motivation you need to keep your grades up while also helping you develop routines and self-discipline so that you can be your own pushing hand. Do you want to know more?" Christa asked me. It was honestly all starting to make sense to Hannah now. Back in high school her parents were always threatening her with groundings for not doing her homework. They were always checking her grades and questioning her about low scores or missing assignments. When she had that her grades were fine. But her parents were hundreds of miles away now, and she had only herself to rely on. Realizing there wasn't any immediate consequence for failing, she let myself slip into a cycle of bad habits. "Yes. I think this might be exactly what I need." Hannah answered. "I think so too. Now, I will warn you that my methods are fairly unconventional. I have found that it's better if I don't explain them until it's time to implement them, as my clients sometimes get cold feet after hearing my plan. I want to assure you that I have a very high success rate though." That made Hannah even more nervous. What could be so bad about what Christa does? Would she also get cold feet if she knew what they were, she wondered? In truth it hardly even mattered to her at this point. If she couldn't change course then she was going to sink. This could be her only chance to turn her future around. "I'm still interested. As I see it this might be my only chance at staying in college." Hannah stated. "Then I think we have come to an agreement. I have some paperwork here for you to sign. Once it's complete I will work with the school to bill your financial aid account. I charge a flat fee of $60 a week and require payments for a full term." Christa explained as she handed Hannah multiple pieces of paper. The first form was a general information form. It asked for Hannah's personal information, as well as her student ID number and dorm room number. The second, third, and forth pages were all legalese, which Hannah was having a hard time understanding. Eventually she gave up, assuming it to just be consent to let Christa bill Hannah's account and other mundane information. At the very end it asked for Hannah's signature, which she penned in without a second thought. "Very good. I look forward to working with you Hannah. We'll get started tonight. I am going to come over to your dorm at 6:00pm. I want you to eat dinner beforehand and be ready for me, with all your uncompleted homework. I also want you to setup proxy access to your account for my email address, so that I can monitor your grades." Christa instructed, handing Hannah a business card that listed her email. "Alright. I'll see you tonight then!" Hannah said as she left, proud of herself for finally getting her act together. ----- When 6:00pm arrived Hannah was incredibly nervous. Honestly she didn't know what to expect. Was Christa going to act like a tutor? What were her 'unconventional' methods? Was this going to be worth the money? She had done everything that Christa had asked of her. Her homework was either sitting on her desk or pulled up on her laptop. She had granted Christa access to view her grades as soon as she got back. Hannah was waiting in her room when there was a knock on the door. Hannah got up to answer it, but one of her suite-mates who was lounging in the living room beat her to it. "Hello. I'm looking for Hannah?" Hannah heard Christa ask from the other room. "She's in her room right now. I'll go get her." Angie, Hannah's suite-mate, said. Angie didn't have a chance though, as Hannah left her room to welcome Christa inside. "Christa! Hello! Please, come inside." Hannah said as she approached the door. "Ah, hello Hannah." Christa replied. "Angie, this is Christa. She's going to help me get my grades up." I explained. "Wait? Christa Morris? I think you may have helped my sister when she was in college. She has never told me much about it, but she said you're the reason she got through college." Angie stated. "I am glad I was able to help her! What is her name?" Christa asked Angie. "Elanor Grace." Angie answered. "Oh I remember Elanor! Yep, I helped her get through her sophomore year. I'm happy to hear that she made it all the way through. If you see her please tell her I said hello!" Christa requested. After a little bit more idle chatter Hannah led Christa back to her room. Once inside Hannah shut the door and Christa placed the bag she was carrying down onto the bed. "That's a big bag. What's in it?" Hannah asked. "Just some supplies. You'll see when we get to it. Is that all of your homework on your desk?" Christa asked. "Oh, yes. I also have the online assignments pulled up on my laptop." "Very good. Now, let's get down to business. If you remember, this afternoon we talked about you having a lack of motivation and needing a pushing hand. Well, that's exactly what I plan on giving you. Tell me, Hannah, how did your parents discipline you when you were having trouble in school?" Christa asked. "They usually grounded me or at least threatened to." Hannah answered, a bit embarrassed. "I see. Well I am going to take a similar approach with you. Have you ever been spanked Hannah?" Christa asked with no hesitation. "Spanked?!" Hannah responded, a bit startled. "Yes. Has your parents or anyone else ever given you a spanking?" Christa asked again. "N-no!" Hannah answered, almost a bit defensive. "It's okay, you don't need to get worked up. I found in the past that groundings are too hard to enforce on a college student. That, along with numerous other reasons, is why I opt to use spankings as a punishment. Bad grades and missing assignments earn my clients a spanking, with the duration and intensity being decided by the severity. It helps give them a motivation to succeed, so that they can avoid future spankings. I think that's where we'll start tonight." Christa said, as if it was completely normal. "Y-you're going to spank me?" Hannah asked, her heartbeat rapidly rising. "Correct. Come on over." Christa instructed, taking a seat in Hannah's desk chair. Hannah was scared. She had never been spanked before and she certainly wasn't expecting them to be a part of this. Christa's reasoning made sense to her but she just couldn't imagine herself being spanked. Spankings were for kids and Hannah was an adult. "Come on Hannah, let's get your spanking out of the way. We have a lot to do tonight" Christa said, patting her lap again. "I-I don't know, Christa. Isn't that a little extreme?" Hannah asked, scared and embarrassed. "Nope. In fact, I think it's exactly what you need. Now come on. Don't make me drag you over here." Christa threatened. Hannah gulped as she slowly started approaching Christa. Once close, Christa took hold of her arm and gently guided the small girl over her lap. Due to Hannah's short stature she was left dangling well above the ground. Hannah's breathing and heartbeat increased even more once she was positioned. She felt like she was two feet tall. Hannah yelped when she felt Christa's fingers slip beneath her pants. Christa wasted no time in sliding them down to Hannah's ankles. Hannah blushed as her panties were exposed to the older girl. That couldn't compare to how embarrassed she was when she felt Christa's fingers hook onto the back of her panties. "H-hey!" Christa said as her panties were slid down to her ankles. "Spankings are given bare-bottom, Hannah. Now I'm going to explain how this is going to go. You'll be spanked one minute for every grade of yours below a 'C' and half a minute for every 'C'. Once we're done with that you'll get a paddle swat for every missing assignment you currently have. It looks like tonight's spanking will last three and a half minutes with 9 paddle swats afterword. Do you have any questions before we start?" Christa asked. "Will it hurt?" Hannah asked, more nervous than she'd ever been before. "Yes, Hannah, it will. The pain will help motivate you to do better and avoid more spankings in the future. You should think about what earned you this spanking and what you're going to do to avoid another one." Christa said, taking on a more domineering tone. "W-wait! Won't Angie and Sierra hear?" Hannah asked, trying to think of a way out of this. "I would be surprised if they didn't. Don't worry though. Once we explain to them that it's for your own benefit I'm sure they'll understand. Maybe in the future they will be willing to help with your spankings as well." Christa answered. "C-can't we think of something else?" "No, Hannah. Now no more stalling. I'm going to set my timer and start. Are you ready?" "N-no." "Well you have a few seconds to prepare." Christa rested her arms on Hannah's back while she set a timer on her phone. Once it was ready she clicked 'start' and used her right hand to deliver the first smack to Hannah's bottom. The first spank caused Hannah to let out a small yelp. The small girl clearly was not ready for what was about to come. Christa steadily delivered swat after swat to Hannah's exposed butt. Each one sent a jolt of pain through the smaller girl's backside and caused her to let out a whine. As the spanking continued the swats became harder and the speed picked up. It didn't take long for Hannah's whines to turn into expressions of pain. Hannah was terrified. She had no clue how long had passed since the spanking started and her bottom felt like it was on fire. Each swat was more painful than the last. Before long she could feel tears begin to well-up in her eyes. Not long after they were streaming down her face. Suddenly Hannah's door opened. Both Hannah and Christa looked up to see Angie standing there, flustered. "O-oh! S-sorry to interrupt! I was wondering what all that noise was!" Angie said before quickly closing the door. The interruption did nothing to stop Christa's flow. Hard swats continued to rain down on Hannah's defenseless bottom. Hannah's crying and embarrassment was worsened by Angie witnessing her being spanked. Hannah felt like she was half her age. How could she hope to see herself as equals with her roommates after being seen in this state? The spanking continued on with Hannah's whining growing even louder and more desperate. Her bottom was absolutely on fire with a pain she couldn't remember ever experiencing before. Eventually she was fully pleading with Christa for her to stop. unfortunately for Hannah her requests fell on deaf ears. Hannah had no idea how much longer the spanking went on for before she heard Christa's alarm go off. Relief washed over the smaller girl as the slaps to her bottom ceased. The pain was all still there though, radiating an intense heat from her bottom. "Now that that's done we'll move on to the paddle strokes." Christa said, motioning for Hannah to stand up. The intensity of the spanking had caused Hannah to forget all about the nine paddle strokes her missing assignments earned her. A new dread entered her mind as she was reminded. Christa helped her up off her lap and onto her feet. Hannah's legs were a bit wobbly so she had to try her best to maintain her balance while trying to rub the pain out of her bottom. Her balance wasn't helped by her pants and panties, which were still pulled down around her knees. The pain prevented her from recognizing how exposed she was. Christa went over to her bag and pulled out a large, long paddle. When Hannah saw it she became even more scared of what was about to happen. It looked like something you would see used for hazing new pledges in a college movie. When Hannah noticed the grid of holes on the head of the paddle her fear worsened even further. "Okay Hannah, go ahead and bend over and grab your ankles." Christa instructed. "Christa please! I can't take anymore! Can't we just get to studying?" Hannah pleaded. "No Hannah, not until we've got your discipline out of the way. Now bend over, or I may have to add more strokes." Christa threatened, getting a bit annoyed at the younger girls whining/ Hannah gulped as she slowly started to bend over. Her bare bottom becoming more and more vulnerable. When she was and low and she could go she grabbed hold of her ankles and did the best she could to brace herself. Her anxiety grew as she heard Christa approach her. "Tonight you're getting nine paddle swats. One for each missing assignment you have. I want you to count each one out loud. If you miscount or forget then we'll redo that swat. Understand?" Christa explained. "Y-yes." Hannah said, very much unready for what was about to happen. With no warning Hannah suddenly felt pain explode through her bottom. The spankings she got from Christa's hand earlier were nothing compared to what the paddle could do. Hannah involuntarily let out a scream in shock. "One!" Hannah yelled, not wanting any more awful strokes than what she was already getting. Christa drew the paddle back and harshly brought it back down. A loud 'THWAP' quickly followed. Hannah shot forward from pain. She was trying her best to mitigate it with a death grip on her ankles, but it didn't seem to be helping. "Two!" This rhythm continued for the next several swats. Each one drew more tears and painful screams out of Hannah. She was now truly understanding why Christa was so effective. Who the hell would want to suffer this every week?! "Eight!" Hannah cried out shortly after the paddle hit her. Just one more and she was done. It was all she could think about. "Nine!" Hannah yelled right after the final stroke made contact. Hannah instantly removed hold of her ankles and moved on to rubbing her butt. No matter what she did, she couldn't get rid of the pain though. If she thought it was bad after the hand spanking, then this feeling was truly horrid. "Now that your spanking is done we cam move on to part two." Christa said as she went back over to her bag. Hannah could have never guessed what Christa was about to pull out. Out of the bag Christa brought out a large, pink package. Hannah couldn't immediately tell what is was until Christa placed it down onto her bed and she could see the logo. It was a package of children's pull-ups. "W-what are those for?" Hannah asked, still trying to get her sobbing under control. "They're for you." Christa said, as if this was normal. "What? I don't need diapers!" Hannah exclaimed, almost sounding offended. "First off, they're not diapers, they're pull-ups. And second, they're the second part of your punishment." Christa stated. "What?!" Hannah almost yelled. "Calm down Hannah. The spankings serve to give you something to dread. They are to help motivate you to study and do your homework by making you fear a more painful spanking. The pull-ups are used to accomplish the same thing but in a different way. Until you're grades improve and your assignments are turned in your panties are going to be entirely replaced with these. The thick padding and childish designs will embarrass you, motivating you to study and do your homework so that you can earn your big-girl panties back. You can think of them as punishment panties." Christa explained. This was too much for Hannah. Not only had she just been spanked like a child, now she was expected to wear diapers meant for potty training toddlers? The logic behind it made sense to her in a way, but she was a college student for god sake! She was much too old to be spanked and wearing pull-ups. And calling them 'punishment panties' didn't make it any better. "Christa is that really necessary? I'm 18 for crying out loud. I'm way too old to wear those! They probably won't even fit me!" Hannah exclaimed. "Oh I bet you they will. And age has nothing to do with this. I don't expect you to pee in them or anything. They're just there to give you a goal to work towards and keep you motivated. The pain from a spanking will fade in a day or so, but these will always be there to remind you of what you're working towards. Now come here, we've wasted enough time already." Christa ordered. Hannah was trapped. She knew there was no way she was going to talk Christa out of this. Her only hope was that the pull-ups wouldn't fit and Christa would abandon the idea. Shamefully, Hannah waddled her way over to her bed where Christa was sitting. Christa started by pulling down Hannah's pants and panties even farther. She had the smaller girl grab hold of her shoulders while she worked the pants off of her. Next came the panties, leaving Hannah completely exposed from the waist down. Christa then ripped open the package of pull-ups. She pulled one out of the package and allowed Hannah to get a good view of it. The pull-up was all pink. On the front there were several Disney princesses and just below them was a white oval containing an outline of Cinderella's slipper. A wetness indicator. Christa pulled the pull-up open and slipped her hands through the leg holes. She stretched open the object and brought it down towards Hannah's feet, clearly intending for her to step into it. Praying that they wouldn't fit, Hannah hesitantly slipped her foot through the first hole and then the second. Christa then began to work the pull-up up Hannah's legs. To her horror, there was little to no resistance as it got higher. Hannah felt utterly defeated as Christa removed her hands and the pull-up conformed to her body perfectly. "See, I told you they'd fit. Now, as I said before, these are to be your only panties until your grades improve. The only time you're allowed to remove them is when you're showering or using the toilet. I don't care if you're sleeping, going to class, visiting your parents, or whatever else. Your punishment panties stay on. Understand?" Christa said. "Yes Christa." Hannah lightly said while starring down. "Good girl. Now let's get to work. Get started on your math homework and let me know if you have any questions or need any help." Christa said. Hannah was going to put her pants back on to try to hide the pull-up but was forbidden to by Christa. Humiliated, Hannah brought her padded bottom to her desk. The pull-up was much thicker than her normal panties though. As she walked she noticed that it was slightly forcing her legs apart. Not enough to give her a waddle, but enough for her to notice. She also noticed that every movement resulted in a slight crinkle sound. Hannah wasn't ready for the wave of pain that shot through her as she tried to sit down. The pain from her spanking earlier had minor subsided and became relatively unnoticeable as her attention was focused solely on the pull-ups, but when she tried to sit down it was reignited. Hannah quickly shot back up and began rubbing her butt through the back of her pull-up. "Sit down, Hannah. The pain will fade soon." Christa ordered. Hannah slowly lowered herself back down. She winced as her butt made contact with the chair. She kept going though until she was full seated. The pain was horrible at first, but like Christa said it slowly faded. Not enough to not be painful, but enough to where she could divert her attention away from it. Hannah began working on her homework as ordered. She was interrupted minutes later though when she heard activity behind her. She turned around to see Christa going through her dresser, removing all of her panties. "What are you doing?" Hannah asked Christa. "Confiscating your panties so that you aren't tempted to wear them. Don't worry, I'll give them back once your grades improve. Now try to focus on your homework" Christa explained. Hannah turned back around and tried to focus on her homework. She'd occasionally steal glances back at Christa though. At one point she noticed that Christa was filling up the dresser drawer with pull-ups out of the package. There wasn't enough room for all of them though, so Christa just left the half full package exposed on top of the dresser. Hannah could have never imagined herself like this. She though college was her chance to show that she was an adult, yet here she was wearing what was essentially a diaper for toddlers after being spanked like a little kid. The worst part was that she was PAYING for it. Hopefully in the end she would actually be able to pass. It was going to be a long seven weeks.

Sorry for the long delay and thank you to everyone waiting for the next chapter! My housing situation has been unstable for the last few months and I have been unable/not in the right mood to write during that time. I finally managed to complete chapter 8 today. ----- Chapter 8: Being forced to respond and clap along to toddler cartoons is not something I foresaw when buying all this stuff. I guess in someway the humiliation of it was slightly arousing me, but it was mostly just making me feel stupid. Being forcibly bounced up and down in an over-sized baby bouncer wasn't helping that either. 'TV time', as Nannybot called it, was thankfully short due to her 'not wanting to rot my brain'. After the TV was turned off Nannybot lifted me out of the bouncer and sat me down on my feet beside it. She didn't let go of me though, and instead only undid my onesie to check on my pull-up. After being assured that it was dry, she secured the onesie again and moved me over to the playpen. "Play with your toys while Nanny gets started on dinner, baby." Nannybot stated as she lowered me onto my butt and placed a pacifier into my mouth. I looked around the playpen and picked up a stuffed rabbit that was laying on the floor. I shook it around to placate Nannybot while my mind wandered. An unknown time later Nannybot came back to transport me to the high chair. Dinner was pretty much the same as lunch. I was fed my meal by Nannybot and then given two jars of baby food. Following them up were two bottles, one of milk and one of water, which were held in place by the hands while Nannybot cleaned the dishes. After my bottles were empty I was carried back to the playpen. I resumed pretending to play while Nanny finished up in the kitchen. Fast forward about 30 minutes or so and Nannybot was still off somewhere out of sight, leaving me alone. I could only take so much of bouncing a stuffed animal back and forth and so eventually I started to get lost in thought. I started thinking about this morning at the store. I thought of how humiliated I was, being forced to go out in public dressed like a little girl with my diapers nearly visible. I recalled how I had been mistaken for an actual child, needing an adult to help me reach for the very same pull-ups I was wearing. All these memories racing through my head began to get me very horny. I began fantasizing about the situation, wishing I could have been humiliated even more. I imagined wetting myself and having the lady from the store take me into the bathroom with my new purchase and changing me. I dreamed of her discovering what a little pervert I was and giving me a spanking right in the middle of the store. After a minute or two I took a look around, making sure I was alone. When I didn't see or hear Nannybot anywhere nearby I turned back around. I carefully began to slip my hand through the leg holes of my onesie and into my pull-up. I instantly felt the warm steel of my chastity belt on fingers. That didn't deter me though, as I began feeling around, trying to find any way through that I could. I tried getting a finger under the shield, but it was much too tight for that. My arms were suddenly latched onto and forced out of the pull-up. Both of my arms were straight out by multiple pairs of hands and I was forced to turn around and face Nannybot, who did not look happy. My heart started beating and a lump formed in my throat. I was terrified of the machine in front of me and what she was about to do to me. "It seems that this naughty little girl doesn't know how to keep her hands where they belong. That's okay though. Nanny knows how to take care of naughty little girls." Nannybot said in a very stern voice. "I'm sorry Nanny, please don't! I was just trying to scratch an itch!" I tried to explain, thinking quickly. "Lying to Nanny is very naughty, baby. I think you're in desperate need of some behavior correction." Nannybot stated. I was about to protest further, but right as I opened my mouth a hand forced a pacifier gag inside and secured it behind my head, effectively silencing me. I stared down in shame and fear as I was packed off to the dungeon. I didn't try to fight at all, knowing that it would only make what's about to happen even worse. We arrived at the dungeon and I was immediately stripped of the onesie, leaving me nearly naked. My hands were then cuffed together and suspended above my head. Next, I felt my pull-up get lowered and removed, followed by the chastity belt. Once I was completely naked my legs were forced wide apart and a spreader bar was attached to keep them in place. Without warning I heard something whoosh through the air behind me. Milliseconds later I felt an an incredibly sharp, stinging pain right on my exposed pussy and clitoris. I screamed into the pacifier gag and tried to look behind me to see what just happened. Behind me, Nannybot was holding a doubled back belt, which she presumably just used to spank my pussy from behind. My theory was confirmed when not a second later, she swung it and sent another bout of pain through me. I let out another muted scream in response. Several more whips of the belt were applied to me and it wasn't long before there were tears running down my face. This didn't stop my punishment though, as more spanks continued to rain down on my defenseless sex. It stung and burned an awful amount, and no amount of struggling against my bonds could stop it. Several spanks after I was completely bawling from the pain Nannybot stopped her assault. She came around to my front side and took a hold of my chin, forcing my tear soaked face to meet hers. "Do you still feel like trying to touch your naughty bits, Little Girl?" Nannybot asked me. I rapidly shook my head 'no' and tried apologizing through the gag. "That's what I though. Now I think that little stunt just earned you another day in your cage. Does that sound fair?" I was asked. I nodded my head yes, willing to agree to anything to avoid more spanks. "Now since you wanted to act like a little slut, I think I'll be generous and give you the opportunity." Nannybot said. Fear began to well up inside me again as the chain suspending my cuffed wrists above my head was detached. I was then forced onto my hands and knees. The pointing of Nannybot's finger and a sharp slap on my ass signaled me to begin crawling. I was crawling in the directions of a mirror, where right at my mouth's height there was a big purple dildo attached with a suction cup. Once we arrived my wrist cuffs were grabbed and once again suspended above my head, leaving me on only my knees with the dildo inches from my face. "Time for you to get all those naughty, slutty desires out Little Girl. I better see some effort too, or you're going to be getting more of the belt." Nannybot said as she removed the pacifier gag from my mouth. I immediately got to work servicing the dildo the best that I could. I kept my eyes closed as I rapidly worked my head back and forth, stopping at the head and quickly taking it back. After a few seconds a burst of pain ran through me as Nannybot striked my exposed pussy with the belt. The pain caused me to scream into the dildo. "Slow down! Take it deep and use your tongue!" Nannybot yelled at me. I obeyed and slowly let the dildo slide into the back of my throat. Once I was at the base I stopped and began working my tongue on it, trying my best to act like it was the real thing. Every few seconds I would pull back and then push my head forward again. I continued this for several minutes while tears rolled down my face. Even though my crotch was on fire from the belt, I was horny as could be. I was very wet and I'd be shocked if Nannybot couldn't tell. "Open your eyes and look at yourself!" Nannybot commanded. I followed her order and opened my eyes. I was only an inch away from the mirror, but I could still see the base of the dildo up against my mouth and my tear soaked face. "What do you see?" Nannybot asked. "Ah thut." I tried to say with the dildo filling my mouth. "That's right. An un-potty-trained slut who can't keep her hands away from her naughty little pussy. A slutty little pervert who gets aroused thinking about being spanked and forced into diapers. Now keep going!" Nannybot ordered, cracking the belt for emphasis. I did as commanded and continued blowing the dildo. She was right. I'm just a slut, whose perverse fantasies caused her to become a slave to her own house. This is what I dreamed about for years and now it was actually happening. I fearfully kept servicing the dildo the best that I could. I was constantly paranoid of getting another whipping with the belt so I put as much effort as I could into appeasing Nannybot. I had no clue how long I would have to do this for and I knew that it wasn't in my control. I am merely a slave with no rights to my own body or situation. "Stop!" Nannybot commanded. I instantly stopped where I was at, with the dildo deep into my mouth. I didn't dare move unless commanded to. "Good slut! Now let's get you ready for your timeout." Nannybot stated as I was grabbed by the hands. I was pulled away from the dildo and lifted into the air. The spreader bar and cuffs were removed and I was packed off out of the dungeon and into the nursery, where I found myself restrained to the changing table. My throbbing wet privates were wiped down, causing me to squirm in painful discomfort. After being wiped my chastity belt was reattached which caused even more discomfort for my punished pussy. "Since you've already earned yourself another day in your cage I don't see any reason to let you wear a pull-up. It's back to diapers for you tonight, Little Girl." Nannybot stated as she pulled out a thick, plain white diaper. I groaned internally as I was reminded that my own stupidity had earned me another whole day of this treatment. I was smart enough to not groan out loud, roll my eyes, or show any indication that I didn't like what I was being told. Nannybot oiled and powdered me before the big diaper was slid under me and taped up. This was one of the thickest ones I had. They were actual medical diapers designed to hold a very large amount of liquid. I probably wasn't getting out of this diaper until tomorrow morning. After my diapering I was released from the changing table, only to once again be lifted into the air by the hands. I was then carried off into the living room and then the kitchen, where I saw that there was a few new additions to my highchair. In front of it were two dildos held up in the air by two black stands that almost looks like they were meant to hold microphones. They both had tubes running into the back of them that were attached to bags filled with god knows what. On the seat of the highchair was another even larger dildo that had a tube and bag of its own. "Time for your timeout and dessert Baby. The two dildos in front of you have two liters of water and a nice puréed mix of veggies respectfully. You'll have to use your practice you just got, because you're going to have to suck it out yourself. The dildo going in your bottom will slowly administer a two liter enema and make sure that it stays inside until you're done with your timeout. You're going to sit in that chair until you've emptied all three bags." I wanted to protest but I knew that it would only lead to this situation somehow becoming worse for me. Nannybot seemed happy that I didn't speak up at all. The hands then adjusted me so that the back of my diaper was right in front of Nannybot. I felt some pressure on my behind before quickly realizing that a small hole for the dildo was being put into the diaper. The hands then began moving me over to the highchair, where the tray had already been removed. I was re-adjusted into a sitting position and began being lowered down. My breathing intensified as my undefended bottom was lowered closer and closer to the dildo. I soon felt the dildo slide through the hole in my diaper and make contact with my cheeks. I had no way of fighting it as it slid through my cheeks and pressed up against my hole. Thankfully the dildo was lubed, but that didn't prevent all of the discomfort as it broke my barrier and began working its way inside me. I gasped as I continued my forced descent and was thankful when I finally felt my padded bottom make contact with the highchair seat. The dildo was at least 5-6 inches deep inside of me and I had no way of escaping it. After I was seated the hands did up the restraints, forcing me back up against the chair and giving me very little wiggle room. They tray was then attached to the highchair and my wrists were quickly attached to it. I was now fully restrained to the infantile prison. The two dildo were then brought close to me. They were placed very close to my head, making sure they could both be sucked on from my current position. "Get to work Baby. You can go to bed once all the bags are empty." Nannybot commanded. Right as she finished I felt warm liquid begin to invade my ass. It made me jump in surprised, although there wasn't really anywhere I could go. After a short second to gather myself I leaned my head forward and began sucking on the water dildo. I was honestly quite thirsty after everything that I was subjected to recently, so it was quite relieving. That is until I remembered what was in the other bag. There was no way a puréed mix of vegetables was going to taste good. After gulping down a large amount of water I hesitantly placed my lips around the food dildo and began sucking out the goo. Once the first bit hit my tongue I instantly knew that this was going to suck. It tasted awful, just as bad as any of the baby food I've been forced to consume so far. I knew that I was not leaving here until it was all ingested, but I couldn't force myself to suck more than a little bit at a time. I began a rhythm of eating a little bit of the food followed my a mouthful of water. It was the best I could do to work on the food bag. At the same time I was starting to feel bloated from the enema I was concurrently receiving. Thankfully the liquid inside was warm and not cold. I'd heard online that those were awful. As I continued working on the bags I began feeling the need to pee. There was no way I was going to be allowed to use the potty, so I decided to avoid any extra discomfort and let it all out. I had to pause my sucking while I let go. The water dildo was still well inside my mouth while I released my urine into the thick diaper. There was no chance of a diaper this thick leaking with only a regular wetting like that. It could easily handle a couple more. Once I was finished wetting myself I got back to work. I couldn't tell how much was left in any bag, but I could tell the water one has lost some volume. Noticing that began to make me paranoid that I was going to run out of water before I finished the food. After that I decided to try eating more food before taking a drink of water. Before long I was beginning to feel full. Both from the food and water, but also from the enema. I had very little experiences with them and I had no clue how much I had left to take. I was started become miserable with how bloated I was feeling. The enema continued pumping in despite this. I had started to slow down quite a bit with in-taking the food. It tasted so bad and my stomach was so full. I don't know if I could take much more. I decided that it would be best for me to take a short break. In that time I wet myself again, which the diaper continued to easily absorb. During my break I could feel the enema begin to taper off, filling me with relief. I wasn't sure if I could even hold much more. The enema finishing gave me a new burst of resolve to keep going. I tried getting through the food as fast as possible. I took large amounts of it in and tried to swallow as fast as I could. I would take occasional mouthfuls of water in-between. Cramps from down below started to hit me in this time. The liquid inside me desperately wanted out, but the dildo prevented its escape. Finally, after several more minutes, I managed to finish off the food bag. I quickly placed my mouth around the water dildo and began sucking hard to get everything out. My stomach was incredibly full and I felt awful, but that didn't matter to me as I was so close to release. Soon I finished off the water bag as well. After confirming that it was truly empty I moved my head back and tried to catch my breath. While I was doing so the hands came and removed the two dildos in front of me. Another pair of hands came down from above me and forced a pacifier gag into my mouth. Being taken by surprise, I had no chance to resist and it was soon secured behind my head. "Good girl. Let's go get you ready for bed. If you're a good girl I'll let you release your enema once you're in your crib." Nannybot stated. The clamps securing my wrists were released and the highchair tray was removed. Nannybot undid my chest harness and lifted me up out of the chair. The dildo that administered my enema followed us and was forced deeper into my ass by Nannybot placing her hand right under it to support my weight. This caused me an even greater deal of discomfort as I was packed back into the nursery. Once we got into the nursery I was deposited onto the changing table where my wrists and stomach were strapped down. I couldn't see much of what was going on around me, but I could feel finger-less mittens being attached over my hands. At the same time Nannybot was lifting my legs up and sliding a new diaper below me. "I'm going to remove your dildo. You better not let a sing drop out before you're in your crib or I'll give you another one and make you hold it until morning. Am I understood?" Nannybot asked me. I nodded my head and felt Nannybot grip the dildo from outside my diaper. She slowly pulled it out and I did my best to clamp shut as soon as I could. I was cramping even worse now that the only thing stopping my release was myself. I hoped I would be in the crib soon because if I wasn't I would be in big trouble. After removing the dildo Nannybot began cutting more holes in my diaper before lifting the new one up and over it. The new diaper was firmly taped up over the old one, causing it to be firmly pressed up against me. The second diaper was a pink baby print one instead of being plain white like the first. It might not hold as much as the first, but with both combined there was zero chance of me leaking. A pair of locking plastic panties was soon secured onto me regardless though. Once my double-diapering was finished I was released and lifted up. Nannybot then brought a different snap-crotch onesie over my head and struggled to secure it over all of the padding. She eventually managed to succeed, forcing my diaper to be even tighter pressed against me. Being manhandled like this was making it really hard for me to hold the enema in. It was taking all of my concentration just to do that. After being dressed I was carried over to the crib. I'm glad that I wasn't expected to walk myself to it as there's no way I could walk without releasing this enema. I probably couldn't even walk at all with all this padding anyways. I've never been double diapered before and this level of thickness was entirely new to me. I probably would have loved it if I wasn't in a bunch of pain from the enema. Nannybot laid me down in the crib and made sure that my wrists and legs were secured to the corners. I was tempted to release the enema now as she said I could once I was in the crib. I was too scared to do it without her permission though. I didn't want to get stuck feeling like this until morning. The risk was never worth it as I have progressively come to learn. "You can release your enema now, Baby." Nannybot said as she draped a blanket over me and brought the crib rail up. I instantly relaxed my muscles and the nasty warm liquid began flooding into my diapers. I could feel it spread out around my bottom and all over the diaper. As I continued to release it the diapers expanded, but because of the onesie already being at its limit it just squished up against me more. Relief washed over me as my colon began to empty and the cramps dispersed. Once I was finished I noticed that my first diaper was absolutely soaked. The warmth of it actually felt pretty good, but by morning it was probably going to feel awful. At least all of the covers over it kept the stink contained. "I love the face you make when you fill your diapers, Baby. You should just give up on potty training and stay in diapers permanently. You're such a cute little diaper slave." Nannybot said as she stood over me. The only response I could give was a moan as I pushed a little bit more of my enema out, as well as a bit of pee. Little bits of the enema and more pee continued to come out in small bursts over the next couple of minutes. While I was focused on the feeling of relief Nannybot wished me goodnight and left me alone in the dark. As I recovered my thoughts began to drift back to my previous punishment. The situation was honestly incredibly arousing to me. Locked in a highchair with a dildo penetrating my diapered ass while I was forced to service two other dildos with my mouth. Situations like that one were what I had always fantasized about. I was starting to get horny again as I played it back in my head. Even the pussy spanking that I received, which I could still feel the effects of, were exciting me. The arousal was starting to frustrate me in two ways. The most apparent at the moment was because there was zero chance of being able to satisfy it. My hand were secured about my head and covered with thick mittens, making them useless. Even with them though my pussy was sealed off with a thick steel chastity belt, two diapers, and a set of locking plastic pants that I didn't have a key to. There was no chance I would feel anything even if I had access to my hands. The other part of my frustration was that I was going to be stuck in this stupid chastity belt for another day because I couldn't control my arousal. I had gotten so desperate that I disobeyed the rules and got caught trying to pleasure myself. I hadn't even been stuck in this thing for a day and I was already desperate for release. Maybe this belt is good for me? Even if that is the case, would I be able to restrain myself for a whole week? My thoughts were interrupted by another urge to pee. The water from earlier must have started passing through me. I quickly began releasing it into the already soaked diaper. I could feel it run all over my butt as it searched for somewhere to be absorbed into. Both of these diapers were probably going to be completely soaked in the morning. After I finished peeing I began to try to fall asleep. It would be a lot easier to do it now while my diaper was still warm. That didn't mean it was going to be easy though. All of the bulk between my legs forced them apart, making me a bit uncomfortable. Being restrained to a singular position also wasn't helping. It took longer than I would have liked but after a while I was finally able to fall asleep.

Chapter 7: I sat obediently in the highchair and sucked on my pacifier while Nannybot prepared whatever she was going to feed me. I was really starting to hate these situations, where I can do nothing but be left alone with my thoughts. I couldn't move my hands at all and my chest was securely pressed up again the back of the chair. All I could do was suck on the pacifier I had been given and kick my legs. The only thing that I could think about while waiting was the shopping trip I recently returned from. Both encounters with that lady replayed over and over again in my mind. From her thinking I was an accident prone child, to her discovering that I was an adult. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I sat there. Time kept on passing until my lunch was finally done. It wasn't very surprising when I saw that it was just two cut up hot-dogs. a bowl of broccoli, and two jars of baby food. It was a childish meal, but at least it was mostly solid. Nannybot sat all of the objects on the tray of the highchair and removed the pacifier from my mouth. "Open wide Baby, here comes the airplane!" Nannybot said, speaking like I was an actual baby. I complied and wordlessly ate the small chunks of meat as they were given to me. It's not like I had a choice in the matter anyways. After I had finished both hot-dogs it was time for the broccoli. I really wasn't a huge fan of broccoli already and even then, that was only if it was steamed. I really did not like plain, cold broccoli. Nannybot pierced the first chunk of broccoli and continued her airplane noises as she brought it up to my mouth. This time though, I didn't open my mouth for her. She poked it against my closed lips and added more pressure, trying to force it inside. I wasn't budging though. "Open up, Baby. Good girls eat their veggies." Nannybot stated. "I don-" I started to say before the force of broccoli was thrust into my mouth. I was about to spit it out once Nannybot removed the fork, but one look at her expression told me that it would not be worth it. Grumpily, I slowly started chewing. After probably half a minute I finally finished chewing and swallowed. The texture was just as bad as I remembered! "Nanny, please. I don-" I tried to say but was again shut up by a piece of broccoli entering my mouth. At this point I had given up and just accepted my fate. Even if I could ask her to at least heat the broccoli up, she probably wouldn't. It took a lot longer than the hot-dogs, but eventually I finally finished all of the broccoli in the bowl. At this point I was already feeling full, but I knew it wasn't over yet. "Time for your baby food. Maybe if you'd have behaved this morning, you could have had some dessert instead." Nannybot stated as she unscrewed the lid on the first jar. She then proceeded to scoop up a big glob of the mush with a plastic spoon and brought it up to my mouth. I felt my eyes water up a bit as I opened my mouth to accept the spoon. I cringed hard as I felt and tasted it make contact with my mouth. I tried to get it down as quick as I could, but my body was slightly fighting me. Each spoonful of baby food was quickly replaced with the next. After finishing the first jar, I didn't know if I would be able to finish the next. This was already my sixth jar of the stuff today, and it definitely wasn't the last! How can babies tolerate this crap?! Fighting what my body was telling me, I opened my mouth to accept the first spoonful of the second jar. It tasted just as bad as the first, but I couldn't even place what flavor it was supposed to be. Trying my hardest to not think about it, I did everything I could to quickly swallow the gunk and move on. After several spoonfuls I finally finished it all. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it? You stay there and drink your bottle while Nanny cleans up." Nannybot stated as a hand came down and held a bottle full of juice up to my mouth. I hastily obeyed in order to get the taste of baby food out of my mouth. The hand forced me to lift my chin up high, making me feel a bit dumb. It was worth it though to get that taste out. From the corner of my eye I could see Nannybot washing the dishes. She was just finishing up as I finished the bottle. "Now, let's go put you down for your nap." Nannybot said as she placed the pacifier back into my mouth and began to release me from the highchair. I was then picked up by Nannybot and carried back to the nursery. Once we got there I was placed on my butt on the changing table. Nannybot then started removing all of my clothes until I was left with nothing but my pacifier and pull-up. The clothes were packed off by the hands while Nannybot grabbed a snap-crotch onesie out of the closet. The onesie she decided on was sky blue and was covered in several white clouds. I soon found myself placed over my head and the snaps connected together. The final piece of the outfit was a pacifier clip that was attached to both my onesie and pacifier. After it was clipped on I was picked back up and deposited into the crib. "Can I trust you to be a good girl and not put your hands where they don't belong?" Nannybot said as she got ready to raise the bars of the crib. "Yeth Nanny" I said from behind the pacifier, honestly surprised that I was receiving such a freedom. "That's my good baby. Here's a bottle if you get thirsty. Have a good nap." Nannybot said as she handed me a big baby bottle full of water that one of the hands delivered. I accepted the bottle and placed it on the edge of the crib while Nannybot raised and secured the side. She then headed for the window and closed the curtains, sending the room into darkness. Finally, she wished me a good sleep and shut the door. I was admittedly pretty tired from all the experiences I've had today. I've only been awake probably 4 hours and it seems like I've already been through days worth of events. After taking a few drinks of the bottle, I placed my pacifier back in and quickly fell asleep. ----- I didn't really have any clue what time it was when I was put down for this nap, so I was even more clueless on what time it was when I woke up. The room was still dark, but I could see some light behind the curtains. My pacifier had fallen out while I was asleep, but I opted instead to take mores drinks of water from the bottle. After a few more moments of waking up I realized that I would be needing to use the potty soon, and not just for pee. I internally groaned after realizing that I'm already associating my need to use the bathroom with the training potty. Would Nannybot let me use an adult toilet if I needed to poop? I doubt it. I slowly sat up in the crib and pondered if I should call out for Nannybot or not. On one hand, she never explicitly said I had to wait until she came to get me, but on the other hand I didn't want to be punished again. I seriously didn't want to risk another spanking or whatever other punishment Nannybot could come up with, so I opted to wait patiently for Nannybot to come get me. Waiting steadily got harder and harder though. I probably could have just gone back to sleep, but I wasn't really tired anymore. There was a serious lack of stimuli being trapped in this crib, forcing me to remember my shopping trip earlier and everything else I've been put through. The biggest issue was my growing need to pee and poop though. After several more minutes of nothing, a cramp hit my stomach. The pain from it was enough to tell me that I was not in for a good time if I tried to hold out much longer. I already knew what would happen if I used my pull-up, and I couldn't imagine that it would be worse than whatever punishment I'd risk by calling out for Nannybot. "Nanny! I need to use the potty!" I yelled out, hopefully loud enough to catch her attention. Thankfully a few seconds later the door opened and Nannybot entered the nursery. "Did you have a good nap, Baby?" Nannybot asked as she opened the curtains. "Yes, Nanny. Can you please let me use the potty?" I asked, recoiling from the sudden burst of light. "Of course, Baby." Nannybot said as she lowered the bars of the crib. I sat up on my knees and waited for Nannybot to pick me up. She did so, but not before placing the dangling pacifier back into my mouth. I was then slowly carried out into the living room, where the potty chair was waiting. Nannybot sat me down on my feet right next to it and began unsnapping the crotch on my onesie. "Nanny, I need to go number two." I said, taking the pacifier out of my mouth. "You need to do what, Baby?" Nannybot responded. "I need to go number two." I said again, slightly louder. "Come again?" She asked, halting her progress on undressing me. "I need to go poopy." I said with a blush after letting out a small sigh. "Well hold on just one second and I'll have you on your potty, Baby." She answered as she pulled my pull-up down my legs. I assumed I wouldn't get a free pass to not use the training potty, but at least I didn't get in trouble for trying. Just humiliated. Nannybot had me step out of my pull-up soon afterwards and I was then lifted up and sat down on the potty. My limbs were quickly restrained. "Okay, you get all of your little poopies out while Nanny fetches a new pull-up." Nannybot stated as she walked off to the nursery. I started to get concerned when I heard that. Had I wet my pull-up? I couldn't feel the front of it at all due to the chastity belt and I was forbidden from touching it, so I guess there's a chance I could have been? Maybe she just wanted to replace it because I had been in it for a few hours? I can't imagine she would still let me use the potty if I had wet the pull-up though. I was snapped back to reality by another cramp in my stomach. Whatever the case was, I'd better go now in case she changes her mind. I didn't have much trouble emptying my bladder, but I was struggling a bit to push out my poop. It wasn't long before another cramp hit me though, which was all I needed to get started. The first bit of poop started coming out of me and I could instantly smell it. It smelled exactly like the messy diaper I had yesterday, only stronger. My face went red, both from the strain of trying to get my poop out and from the embarrassment of this. Why was this more embarrassing than messing my diaper yesterday? I continued pushing until I felt a second log come out. At this point I began to tear up a little bit. The awful smell was bugging me and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I couldn't. Despite that, I kept pushing everything that I could out. At the same time, a stream of piss was coming out of me and flowing around the chastity belt into the potty as well. After a few more seconds I was confident that I had everything out of me and I honestly felt a lot better. Physically, at least. I was still tearing up from the smell of my own mess. There was nothing I could do about it though with my hands restrained to the handle bars of potty chair. "Peugh, someone made a present for Nanny." Nannybot said as she came back into the room. Why did she have to say that? She wasn't even capable of smelling. I think I'd rather be degraded than talked to like an actual baby. Both were humiliating, but at least I could bring myself to enjoy being degraded. "Are you done making your stinkies, Baby?" Nanny asked me. "Yes Nanny." I answered. "Good girl. Let's get you cleaned up." Nannybot released my leg strap and commanded me to get into wiping position. I quickly complied, happy to get farther away from my mess. Sadly, standing up against the swan head wasn't far enough away to escape the smell, but at least it was slightly weaker. The chastity belt was then unlocked and pulled down. I jumped a little afterwards when I felt Nannybot drag a cold wet wipe up by butt. She wiped me down until presumably I was clean. It wasn't long before the belt was secured back on though. "Time to get you into a fresh pull-up, Baby." Nannybot said as she released me from the cuffs. I found myself being lifted into the air by the hands and set down next to the potty chair. Nannybot got in front of me and leaned down. In her hands was a fresh pull-up that she was spreading out for me to step into. I silently stepped into it and Nannybot worked it up my legs. She finished up by snapping my onesie back up. "There we go. Now, would Baby like to watch TV or play in her playpen?" Nannybot asked me. TV? That actually sounded nice. It would give me something else to think about other than getting humiliated in public or my forced potty training. Sadly, I'm sure I wouldn't be allowed to watch anything made for anyone older than 6 years old. It still seemed like a better option than sitting around in a playpen though. "TV." I answered. "What is the magic word?" Nannybot said to me. "TV, please." I answered, rolling my eyes. "You do not roll your eyes at me, little girl!" Nannybot said in a more aggressive tone. I let out a small yelp as Nannybot grabbed my ear and began dragging me to the corner. Was she seriously sending me to the corner for that?! "Wait, I'm sorry! I don't need a timeout!" I tried to please as I followed behind. "Disrespectful little girls need to be punished. A timeout in the naughty corner is just what you need. You can watch TV afterword if you behave." Nannybot stated as she shoved my face into the corner. "But-" "No buts, unless you want yours to be thoroughly spanked before your timeout." Nannybot said, cutting me off. The threat of another spanking was enough to shut me up. My fault for trying to reason with this stupid machine. My wrists were grabbed by Nannybot and I was forced to lock fingers behind my head. Once I was in position, Nannybot backed off. "Now you stay there and think about how to be a good girl." She said as she left me. UGH! Tears of frustration started to well up in my eyes. This routine was getting really old, really fast. This was the second time today I've been sent to the corner and it was pissing me off. At least this time I didn't have a spanked ass, soaped mouth, and hooked anus though. Why was I letting this happen to me? Nannybot said I could end this anytime I wanted, right? But then I wouldn't be able to get out of this damn chastity belt. I'd be forced to switch back to punishment mode daily just to avoid getting a rash. Nannybot would probably have even more control over me if that were the case. Sadly, my best option was to take my corner time and try my best to ride the rest of this week out. I heard stuff being moved around behind me. I assumed it was the potty being cleaned, but the actual pot was detachable, so the potty shouldn't even need to move. What was going on back there? I wanted to peek, but I've suffered enough spankings over the last two days. My time in the corner was ended a little while after stuff had stopped moving. "Have you learned your lesson, Baby?" Nannybot asked from behind me. "Yes, Nanny." I answered, not moving. "I expect an apology, Baby." Nannybot said with an expectant tone. "I'm sorry for rolling my eyes at you Nanny." I said, trying to add a slight bit of sincerity to my tone. "Apology accepted. Let's go put on some TV for you." Nannybot said as she pulled on my shoulder. I turned around and immediately noticed that the baby bouncer from the nursery had replaced the potty chair in front of the TV. Of course I had to sit the bouncer. Why should I have expected to sit on the couch or even the floor? I groaned internally and followed Nannybot over to the bouncer. I was then lifted up by the hands and placed inside. Once inside, I was pushed down and then bounced back up. I bounced in place while Nannybot used the remote to turn on the TV. When turned on it defaulted to the menu guide, where Nannybot selected Nick Jr. I groaned internally once again as it loaded up the channel. I don't even know what show was playing, but all of the characters were small and colorful. "Enjoy your TV time Baby. Holler for Nanny if you need to go potty." Nannybot said as she placed a sippy cup full of juice on the bouncer tray. Nannybot left the room shortly after and went back to the nursery. I tried to focus on the TV but there was no way I could force myself to do that. This was stuff designed to entertain 4 year olds, not adults being treated like 4 year olds. I found it better to just focus on the bouncing I was being subjected to. Eventually the show ended and it switched to a new one that placed a lot more focus on audience interaction. I continued ignoring it though and tried to keep my thoughts solely on the rhythm of the bouncer. "I don't hear you counting along, Baby." Nannybot said as she came back into the room. "Do I have to Nanny?" I pleaded, sincerely hoping that she would say no. "Yes Baby. This show is fun and educational." "But I already know all of this Nanny." "Then you shouldn't have any problems participating." "But Nanny-" "Young lady, if I hear any more back-talk then I'm going to wash your mouth out and place you back in the corner until dinner time. Be a good girl and participate with the show." Nannybot threatened. I felt like screaming at this point. I think the only thing holding me back was the threat of another mouth soaping and more corner time. Participating with toddler television shows was the lesser of two evils right now. I did NOT want another mouth soaping. "Five, six, seven." I reluctantly said, following the instructions of the character on screen. "Good girl." Nannybot said while patting my head, "I'm going back to the nursery. If I stop hearing you participating then I'll come back to give your little tushie a reminder, got it?" "Yes, Nanny." I said in defeat, right before having to count how many sides a square has. I should have just picked the playpen.

Chapter 6: I had no way to determine the passage of time while I was stuck in the corner. All I knew was that it was getting progressively more uncomfortable. My arms were really tired. Resting them against the back of my head helped, but only so much. The anal hook was even worse. It forced me onto the tips of my feet, which eventually made them fatigued as well. Being left alone with my thoughts wasn't fun either. All I could think about was how stupid I was for allowing myself to get into this predicament. This was MY house, built to obey my commands and take care of everything for me. Here I was though, sent to stare at a naughty corner after having my mouth washed out with soap. All because I wanted to feel helpless. Well I was helpless now. Subjected to a minimum of a week of potty training and punishments. If I had any sense of foresight, I would have created a failsafe for something like this. I had thought about it months ago when everything was still being put together, but I thought 'Where's the fun in that?'. In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid of me. I honestly probably deserved this for being so stupid. I tried to stay as still as possible in the corner, but it wasn't long before my arms and toes started to get tired. I had to actively fight to keep my hands in position and from trying to sit down onto the anal hook. Combine that with my aching butt cheeks and you have the recipe for discomfort. I had no way to tell how long I had already been in the corner, but it's not like it really matters since Nannybot never told me how long I would be kept here. Hopefully it wouldn't be long. My arms were already incredibly tired and I don't know how much longer I could stay on my tip-toes. After what felts like several minutes I could hear Nannybot moving around behind me. At the same time, the anal hook began to lower, allowing my feet reprieve. My arms were still killing me, but I didn't dare lower them. It was not worth risking having to start this timeout all over again. After another brief wait, I heard Nannybot come up behind me. Shortly afterwards I felt one of her hands rub the bottom of my pull-up. This shocked me at first, but thankfully I was paying enough attention to keep still and not jump. "Still dry. You may now turn around and lower your hands." Nannybot stated as she recalled her hand. "Thank you, Nanny." I said, hoping to get on her good side. "You're welcome baby. Now, follow me back to your nursery so we can get you dressed." Nannybot commanded. I turned around and lowered my hands, finally relieved. My discomfort was soon brought back by the anal hook forcing me forward though. I did my best to keep up with Nannybot, but it was hard with the big metal ball in my ass. After a short, uncomfortable walk we had arrived at the closet in my nursery. Once there, the anal hook raised back up in the air, forcing me back onto my tip toes. "Wouldn't want baby wandering off, would we?" Nannybot said as she reached forward and patted my head. She then left me and ventured into the walk-in closet. After a short wait she came back out, holding what I assumed was going to be my outfit. She set the objects down behind her, out of my reach. From the glimpse I got though, I saw lots of pink and some light blue. "Let's take your hook out so we can get you dressed." Nannybot said. The hook began to lower down, finally allowing my full feet to touch the ground. The rope attached to the hook progressively got more slacked while Nannybot came over to me and began pulling down my pull-up. I did my best to stay still and not whine when it brushed over my butt. After lowering the pull-up down below my butt she reached around me and began pulling out the hook. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt it exit my body. Nannybot quickly raised my pull-up back up into position and then stood back up. She turned around and grabbed something behind her before turning back towards me. In her hand, she held one of my preteen training bras. It was white and was covered in a childish, strawberry pattern. It was designed for actual children, but I knew it would fit over my small chest. Nannybot made me lift my arms as she slid the garment over them. Once over me, she reached around and secured it. It was a bit tight, but not super uncomfortable. Around this time a hand came down behind me and started brushing my hair. The next item she fetched was a baby blue T-shirt that had a large cartoon bunny design covering most of the front. I soon found myself wearing it as well. While Nannybot grabbed the next piece of my childish outfit I took a quick peek at myself in the mirror. The bra wasn't visible at all, but the pull-up and shirt definitely were. I definitely looked like a child, without a doubt. I turned back around just in time for Nannybot to present me with the next piece of my outfit. For my bottoms, Nannybot chose to go with a pastel pink, short skirt skirtall. And by short, I mean short. This one was made for adult age players and not actual children. I couldn't imagine any parent being comfortable with their child wearing something this short. Nannybot pulled it over my head and clicked the straps together over my shoulders. When I looked back at the mirror I could see that it was covering my pull-up, but any wrong movement and it would be very apparent that I was wearing it. The next piece of the outfit were white knee socks. Nannybot had me hold onto her shoulders while she bent over and slid them up my legs. After that came the final piece, which was a pair of blue and white Velcro strap shoes. I thought it was weird that she was putting shoes on me. Was she already going to make me go outside? Maybe I would be lucky and it would only be the backyard. "Now that you're dressed, it's time for the last part of your punishment." Nannybot stated. My heartbeat picked up in fear. She was definitely going to make me go out in public like this. I would need to be really careful to not expose my pull-up to anyone, although they probably wouldn't even be surprised after seeing what I'm wearing. "Because you decided to throw away all your baby food, you're going to go buy more. Wasting food is a big no-no missy, and since you thought you could get around having to eat it by throwing it all out, you're going to be enjoying some with every meal until you're done potty training. I already used your phone while you were in timeout to order enough to last you quite a while, but it will take a couple of days to arrive. I think 16 should be enough to last until then." Nannybot stated. I internally groaned to myself. I hated baby food! I thought throwing all of it out would be good enough to rid myself of it, but I guess that was just more naive thinking from me. "But that's not all you'll be buying. That wouldn't be humiliating enough to teach you a lesson. You're also gonna get the largest back of pull-ups that they have. I checked online and they have the 75 count box of large girls Goodnites available, which is what you're going to be getting. And don't think you can use the self checkout, as you're forbidden from doing so. I will be checking the receipt when you get back." Nannybot continued. I gulped at hearing that. I have never bought baby items in public before. Baby food is one thing. I could make it out like it's for my baby sibling or something. An enormous pack of pull-ups in my size would be much harder to write-off though. Especially when I'm wearing an outfit designed to resemble someone at an age that would wet the bed still. The most damning part would be the pull-up I'm already wearing though, which would be visible to everyone behind me if I moved wrong. "Now let's get going so you can be home in time for lunch and your nap." Nannybot stated, patting my padded butt. Nannybot led me out of the nursery and into the garage. The garage was mostly filled with boxes I have yet to unpack, as well as my new, black Honda that I bought shortly after receiving the inheritance. Once we got to the drivers side door, Nannybot handed me the keys and a pink, heart shaped children's purse. The only items inside were my drivers license and my debit card. "Now, you're to go straight to the nearby Target and buy exactly what I told you. And you better not take too long either. I'll be keeping track." Nannybot stated as I was climbing in the car. "Yes, Nanny." I answered as I secured my seatbelt. I closed the door and turned on my car. After waiting for the garage door to open I pulled out and began my embarrassing journey. The Target is only about 10 minutes or so away. I'm conflicted on if I should be happy about that or not though. During the drive I tried my hardest to just listen to the radio, focus on the road, and not think about my present situation. I wasn't able to get my mind off of it though. So many people were about to see me dressed like a little girl! I enjoyed being humiliated in private, but public humiliation was well outside of my comfort zone, even if it's something I've fantasized about frequently. My heartbeat increased in pace as I pulled into the parking lot. It got even worse when I realized just how busy it was. It shouldn't be a surprise to me, considering it was a Saturday morning, but it made me feel even more anxious. I had to park towards the back of the parking lot because there was nowhere closer. I took a moment to work up the courage to get out of my car. My heart was beating so fast I felt like I would pass out. What finally got me out though was remembering that I was being timed and I didn't want to find out what the consequences for going over that limit would be. Grabbing my purse, I locked the car door and began walking towards the store. I was only halfway through the parking lot when I noticed someone starting at me. I started walking faster afterwards, just hoping to get out of sight. I had to be extra careful because of this skirt though. One wrong move and I'd be flashing my pull-up to everyone around me. The stares and looks from other people only increased as I got closer to the entrance. My face was burning up the entire time and I could only look to the ground. Once I made it inside I immediately beelined for the baby department. I needed to get in and get out as soon as possible. I tried my hardest to ignore everyone around me and move as fast as I could without drawing more unnecessary attention to myself. After a minute of bobbing and weaving through people I was able to get to the baby department. I decided to grab the baby food first, since it was by far the least embarrassing of the two items. There were so many different flavor options that I didn't even know what to pick. None of it sounded appealing in the slightest. Reluctantly, I grabbed 4-packs of apple-banana, apple-blueberry, pear, and apple-strawberry. My rational was that the fruit flavors would probably be the least disgusting ones available. With that out of the way, I headed a couple of aisles over to where the diapers and pull-ups were kept. Unfortunately for me, there were several other people in this aisle too. It took me several seconds of looking around before I saw a bunch of packages of Goodnites. I walked over to them as nonchalantly as I could, trying to not draw the attention of the people nearby. When I got in view, I immediately began scanning all of the packages, trying to find the ones Nannybot ordered me to purchase. The shelf was filled with small and medium packages, but I wasn't seeing large ones anywhere. Panic began to rush through me. Did somebody buy them before I got here? Did they even have any to begin with? What would Nannybot do to me if I came back empty-handed? I definitely didn't want an answer to that last question. After a moment of panicking, I looked up to see that there were several boxes of Goodnites on the top shelf. Once I got a better angle, I was able to spot just what I was looking for. I hurried over to the area under the box, set the baby food on a nearby shelf, and began reaching for the box. I was mortified to find that even when reaching all the way above my head, the box of Goodnites was out of reach. My face went bright red when I realized what I had just done. Reaching up like that had caused my skirt to ride up, which without a doubt had just exposed my pull-up to everyone around! I immediately stopped my attempts to get to the box and readjusted my skirt. When I was certain my pull-up was once again hidden, I took another look at the top shelf and began to think of what I could do. I jumped and nearly screamed when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and looked up to see a middle aged woman who wasn't in the aisle last time I looked. "Sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you! Can I help you reach something?" The woman asked. "U-uh, no thank you. I got it." I answered back, wanting her to leave me alone. It was pretty clear that she thought I was a child. Her tone of voice and stance were ones that you would use when speaking to a child. If that didn't make it obvious, then the "sweetie" gave it away completely. "You don't need to be embarrassed sweetheart. Lots of girls have trouble making it to the potty on time. What size do you need?" The woman asked. This humiliated me beyond belief. She almost definitely saw my pull-up while I was struggling to reach the top shelves. On top of that, she thinks I'm a little kid who can't make it to the potty in time! This was probably the most humiliated I've been in my life. "T-they're not for me! They're for my sister!" I responded quickly, trying to save as much face as I could. "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be lying. I saw your pull-up when your skirt road up a few seconds ago. You should really be wearing something a bit longer if you want to hide it. Now, what size do you wear?" The woman asked again. The confirmation that she saw under my skirt about killed me. I could feel myself getting close to crying now. This complete stranger thought I was kid. A kid who is incapable of making it to the toilet on time. Sadly, it would only be worse if she actually knew that truth. "L-large..." I muttered. "Come again, sweetie? I didn't quite hear you." The woman said. "L-large," I said again, slightly louder, "I need the 75 pack." "What do we say?" The woman asked, staring at me expectedly. "Please." I answered, groaning internally. As if this wasn't already humiliating enough for me, she had to do that. If I didn't know any better, I would swear that Nannybot somehow preplanned all of this just to humiliate me further. "See sweetie, that wasn't so hard." The woman said as she reached up and grabbed the big box of Goodnites off the shelf. Once she had the box, she reached down and handed it to me. "There you go, sweetie." She said as I took the box from her. "T-thank you, ma'am." I responded, hoping to get out of her as soon as possible now. "You're welcome, sweetheart. Do you need any help finding your mommy or daddy?" She asked. "N-no! That's okay. I know where they are. Thank you again!" I said, quickly setting the baby food on top of the box. I hurriedly began making my way to the checkout lines. Somehow, this trip has been even more humiliating than I expected it to be. To my horror, all of the checkout lines were backed up at least 3 people. There were a few self-checkout stations opened, but I had been explicitly forbidden from using them. With a groan, I made my way to the express lane and got in line. Despite being the express lane, it felt like it was moving at a snails pace. I'm not sure if that was due to my anxiety or not though. While waiting in line, I began to notice that my bladder was starting to feel full. As if this couldn't get any worse. When it was finally my turn, I set the box of Goodnites and baby food down on the counter. When I looked up at the cashier, I saw him making a weird face. He was clearly confused or possibly even uncomfortable after he looked at my outfit and then at what I was purchasing. Chances are he probably knew I wasn't a child. Despite this, he rang me up and bagged the baby food without saying anything. "Will that be everything, uh, ma'am." He said, clearly confused on how he should refer to me. "Y-yes." I answered "Cash or credit?" "Credit." "That will be $70.28." I unzipped the childish purse strung over my shoulder and grabbed out my debit card. While waiting for the transaction to go through I felt my bladder well up again, notifying me that I would need to use the toilet soon. The only toilet I was permitted to use was at home though, and it wasn't even a toilet. Meaning I'm stuck with this full bladder until I can get home. "Would you like your receipt?" The cashier asked me. "Yes please." I said, taking it from him. I stuffed it and my debit card into my purse. After zipping it up, I grabbed the bag and box of Goodnites and began making my way to the exit. The stares and looks from before were even more humiliating now that I was carrying a box of what was unmistakably pull-ups. I did my best to ignore it though and hurried out to my car. When I arrived at my car I set the box of Goodnites on the roof of it and fished inside my purse for my car keys. After finding them, I unlocked the doors and quickly set the box and bag inside. I was about to get inside too when I heard someone speak behind me. "Oh, hello again, sweetheart. Where are your mommy and daddy?" Said the feminine voice. I jumped out of shock and quickly turned around to see the lady from the diaper aisle, standing right behind me with her cart full of bagged groceries. "U-uh, they, uh..." I tried to answer her. "Wait a minute... Are you here alone? Is this your car?" The woman said, her tone beginning to sound suspicious. "Y-yes..." I admitted to her. "My god! I thought you were a child! Is this the kind of sick games that teenagers are playing now? Tricking people into thinking they're children?!" The woman asked, clearly not happy. "N-no! I'm not a teenager!" I answered, caught off guard by her aggression. "Now you're lying again. You had me convinced that you were a child, and now you're telling me you an adult? I highly doubt you're even old enough to drive." The woman said. "I-I am! I'm 22!" I answered back, making myself feel like the child she thought I was moments ago. "That's even worse! What kind of 22 year old goes around public, dressed like a child? Hell, you're even wearing a diaper!" The woman stated, growing angrier. "I-it's not a diaper!" I said, feeling even more like a fool. "Oh, I'm sorry. A pull-up. You're a 22 year old adult, dressed up like a little girl and wearing a pull-up designed for little girls. Is that right?" "Y-yes! Listen, just get out of my way! I need to get home!" "Why? Need to use the potty? I imagine you're just going to use your pull-up anyways. You clearly need them if you're buying a pack that large." "I don't need them!" "So you don't need them, but you go around exposing them to everyone in public wearing little girls clothes? Is this how you get off? You're disgusting." "No! Listen, it was for a dare, okay?!" "You bought $60 worth of diapers and went out in public dressed like a toddler for dare? You're a terrible liar." "Just leave me alone!" I said, starting to yell. The woman then walked off with a "hmph!", presumably giving up on the situation. I quickly loaded the items into my car, got in, and started to drive off. This trip just keeps getting worse and worse! It was bad enough when she thought I was a child, but now she knew that I'm an adult! Could this day even get any more humiliating?! My bladder panged again as I turned out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Hopefully the traffic wouldn't be too bad getting out of the city! If I got stuck for long, then I may not make it back in time. Actually failing to make it to the toilet in time would be bad enough, but doing it knowing the consequences that I faced would be even worse. After several minutes of driving I finally made it home. By the time I was pulling into the garage my bladder had begun to hurt even more. I hurriedly turned off my car and hopped out. When I turned back around I noticed that Nannybot was waiting for me in the doorway. "You're late. What took so long?" Nannybot questioned, sounding like she was accusing me of something. "I-I can explain, but can you please let me use the potty first? " I asked, starting to do a slight potty dance. "Fine, but you better have a good explanation." Nannybot stated as she moved into the house. I quickly followed her to the living room, where the giant potty was still located. I rushed over to it and quickly found myself being suspended slightly above the ground by the hands. Nannybot made her way over to me and began working the pull-up down my legs. Once it was finally removed, the hands lifted me a bit higher and placed me down on the potty. I was already letting my pee out before the hands finished restraining me to the chair. Thankfully, my skirt didn't get caught under me. I let a moan of relief escape my mouth as I relieved myself. Any longer and I probably wouldn't have made it in time. "Naughty girl! You are to wait until you've been fully restrained before using the potty." Nannybot stated from behind me. "I'm sorry, Nanny! I really had to go! I tried to plead with her. "Maybe if you hadn't taken so long at the store, you wouldn't need to go so bad." Nannybot stated. "I didn't mean to! I couldn't reach the Goodnites so I needed someone to help me." I explained to her. "Oh? Were you able to find someone to help you?" Nannybot asked, sounding less angry and more interested in my story. "Y-yes. A lady grabbed them for me." I said, remembering the embarrassment I felt. "You sound embarrassed. Did she know they were for you?" Nannybot asked. "Y-yes... She saw my pull-up when I was trying to reach them... " I answered, tears getting close to forming in my eyes. "Hahahaha," Nannybot laughed, "that's perfect. Did you tell her 'thank you'?" "Y-yes." I answered. By this point my stream of pee was dying down and I felt so much better physically. I can't recall a time in recent memory that I've been that desperate to pee. All I could do was sit there and enjoy the relief. "Are you done?" Nannybot asked me. "Yes, Nanny." I answered. Nannybot made her way to my side and undid the strap covering my legs. "Get into your wiping position." She commanded. I complied and lifted myself off of the chair. I bent my upper body up against the swans head and Nannybot began to unlock the chastity belt. Soon it was removed and I felt cold wipes begin to wipe down my nethers. The stimulation honestly felt really good, but it was too short lived to even matter. After being wiped I was left standing against the swan head. I began to wonder was going on, when without warning I heard something zip through the air and shortly after felt a very sharp sting on my butt. I let out a scream of both pain and surprise and was quickly met with several more hits. I don't know what I was being spanked with, but it hurt! It didn't hurt all over though, just on thin strips across both cheeks. "Those were for being late. These are for not waiting until you were secured to your potty." Nannybot stated as she started spanking again. These spanking were aimed lower than the last ones. Whatever instrument she was using painfully landed against the bottom of my butt and the top of the back of my legs. Those ones were extra painful and brought me to tears before she finished. She didn't even spank that much, but it was so painful! "There we go. Now, let's get your belt back on." Nannybot stated as she came back around to me. Nannybot quickly and efficiently secured the chastity belt back onto me as I tried to hold still. I took a look to my side in the process and saw the thin, birch cane from the dungeon resting near by. That was my first time getting spanked with a cane and I hope it was also the last! Once the belt was locked back onto me I was released from the restraints. After being lifted back up and having the same pull-up from earlier placed back on I was set down and able to move freely again. I had to rub my bottom a bit after being released due to the pain the pull-up was causing when it rubbed against it. "Now, go fetch your pull-ups and baby food out of the car." Nannybot commanded. I did as instructed and made my way back out to my car. I grabbed the bag of baby food and set it on top of the box of Goodnites and carried them inside. Once inside, Nannybot directed me to the kitchen. "Now, put away your food." Nannybot commanded. I followed her orders and began placing the jars of baby food into the cupboard. It didn't take long at all, but I was cringing the entire time knowing that I was going to be forced to eat all of it eventually. "Good girl. Now, grab your pull-ups and follow me." Nannybot ordered after I finished storing all of the baby food. I wordlessly complied and picked up the box of Goodnites. I followed her through the house into the master bedroom, which took me by surprise. What was she planning? "Now it's time to put your pull-ups away." Nannybot said. "Where am I supposed to put them?" I asked, still confused. "In your underwear drawer of course. Now, get to it." I internally sighed and began getting to work on Nannybot's order. I opened the top drawer of my dresser, which was still empty. After that I opened the Goodnite box and began taking out the individually wrapped packages in there. I tore open the first one and began filling up the empty drawer with them. After a couple of minutes, the drawer was full and I still had several Goodnites left. "There we go. We'll put the rest in your nursery with the others. It's getting close to lunch time, so let's go get you in your high chair." Nannybot stated. Nannybot ushered me out of my bedroom and back into the kitchen. She wasted no time in picking me up and securing me to high chair. I had to squirm a little bit when I sat down, as my butt still hurt from the cane. Unsurprisingly, my wrists were restrained when the table was placed on. Once I had no chance of escaping, a pacifier was placed into my mouth and a big bib was strapped around my neck. "Now, you sit there a be a good girl while Nanny prepares your lunch." Nannybot said as she turned around and left the high chair.

Chapter 5: Nannybot continued to shovel spoonful after spoonful of baby food into my mouth. Each time I would try as hard as I could to ignore the taste and just swallow it. This worked fine initially, but got much harder as the feeding went on. A short amount of time after the feeding had begun, the house had switched back to Baby Mode. Despite that, my hands were still restrained to the highchair. The only real difference from Punishment Mode was that now I had to listen to Nannybot make airplane noises while she fed me. Halfway through the fourth jar I was starting to feel full. It was becoming harder and harder to swallow the gross baby food. Thankfully, Nannybot was patient and waited for me to swallow before inserting the next spoonful. After several minutes, I was finally able to finish all of it. I'm not even sure what all flavors I had eaten. I could recognize the taste of carrots in one and peas in another, but I had no clue what I was even eating for the others. I'm not sure how much baby food was left in the cupboard, but I was definitely not purchasing more when it ran out. In fact, once this is over I am going to go throw the rest of it out. After rinsing out the empty jars and throwing them away, Nannybot undid the highchair restraints and took the tray off. She then unstrapped me, picked me up, and held me in her arms. She was holding me so that my back was resting against her arm and her hand was firmly pressing on the back of my diaper. Finally, she used her free hand to place the first baby bottle up to my mouth. I immediately began sucking on it and drank all of the apple juice that flowed out. Despite feeling full already, I drank as fast as I could to get the taste of baby food out of my mouth. After several minutes I finally finished the bottle, which was quickly replaced with the second one. The second one only contained water, which was also very welcome. Once I completed the second bottle I was feeling even more full than before. Those bottles were designed for adult babies, so they held a good amount of liquid in them. Despite that, I definitely enjoyed being able to wash out the baby food flavor. Getting fed in this position was a bit annoying though. Speaking of annoying positions, Nannybot next adjusted me so that I was draped over her shoulder. She then began patting my back until I embarrassingly let out a large belch. That burp was quickly followed by a second, less powerful one. It was embarrassing, but it did make my stomach feel better. Now that I had been burped, I could finally switch back to adult mode. "House, switch to Adult Mode." I said, still slung over Nannybot's shoulder. The familiar ding played once again. "Nannybot, please put me down." "Of course, Miss Jessica." She answered, carefully setting me down on my feet. Once I was free to move again, I made my way over to the cupboard that housed all of the baby food. Once there, I opened the door and saw just how much was left. There was still 8 jars left in the cabinet. Without hesitating, I grabbed each one out and brought them over to the sink. Once there, I began scooping out the contents and washing them down the drain. Normally I hated wasting food, but I hated eating baby food even more. Once all of the baby food was disposed of, I cleaned my hands off and began to head to the master bedroom to see what the note said. I contemplated taking the diaper off and putting on some clothes first, but I figured that whatever task Nannybot wanted would involve me being diapered anyways, so there wouldn't be any point. I already wasted a bunch of food, so I didn't want to be anymore wasteful by ruining this unused diaper. Once I opened the door, I saw that there was a piece of folded paper laying on the bed. I waddled over to it and unfolded it. Inside, it read: "Since you begged so much and because I think it would be fun, I have decided to let you earn the key to your chastity belt. You're going to prove to me that you are responsible enough to have it. If you accept, then enable the Discipline Mode in the house console. If you don't switch by 10:00am, then I will assume that you are declining my offer and understand that your slut hole is better off under my control. - Nannybot" I looked over at the clock in the bedroom and saw that it was currently 9:58am. That hardly gives me any time to think about this! I quickly sat the note down and hurried over to the console on the wall. I entered the screen to change modes and noticed that there was now a new, fourth mode available. Just like the note said, the new mode was called Discipline Mode. I still had a bit of time, so I hit the information button on it and was a bit concerned with what I saw. More specifically, with what I couldn't see. There was hardly any information available about the mode! All I could see was that it was added around 30 minutes ago and that it did not have an expiration time set. I looked over to the clock again and saw that it was now 9:59am. The clock was digital and didn't show seconds, meaning I was clueless to how much time I still had. Knowing that I had to do it, I gulped and pressed to enable the new mode. No box appeared to ask for confirmation before making the change and the ding sound played as soon as I clicked on it. What happened next surprised me. The console screen quite literally locked up. The screen changed to a solid, dark red and a lock icon appeared. When I tried touching the screen there was no response or indication that anything was happening. Whatever this mode was, it locked me out of the house's settings. I was starting to get a bit scared again. After making the change I could hear Nannybot begin to approach the master bedroom. When she arrived, she instantly got down to business. "I see you have decided to try earning the key to your chastity belt. Get on your knees." She commanded. I obeyed and quickly got down on my knees, feeling the bottom of my diaper slightly rub against the ground. "Good girl. Keep obeying me and this will be much easier for you. Now, as you noticed moments ago, the house console is locked up and you are unable to change any of the settings. Until you earn back the key or give up, it will remain that way. Vocal commands are also disabled. Go ahead and try." Nannybot instructed. 'House, switch to Adult Mode." I said, nervously. A noise resembling a computer error sound played. Whatever this mode is, I guess I'm stuck in it now. That, combined with the fact that I had no clue what the other settings on this mode were, was beginning to make me feel anxious. Was this a good idea? "Good. Now, you're probably wondering what you're going to have to do to earn that key. First though, I have another task for you." Nannybot said while pulling a black, plastic object out of one of her compartments. She then began unfolding the object, which revealed that it is a big garbage bag. "You're going to take this bag to your dresser and closet, and fill it up with all of your big girl clothes. Don't worry, you can have them back when you earn the key." Nannybot stated, chuckling to herself. "Go on, get to work." She commanded, tossing the garbage bag at me. "Yes, Nanny." I answered, grabbing the bag and then getting up. I've fantasized about this exact scenario before. Where I did something naughty and had to throw out all of my big girls clothes as punishment. Being in that situation now though, I wasn't really excited about it. It did make me feel naughty though. It also made me more scared and anxious. I waddled over to my dresser, and as command I opened the top drawer. The drawer contained all of my socks and panties. I started grabbing handfuls of them out at a time and placed them into the garbage bag. I continued this process with every one of the drawers until the dresser was completely empty. The bag was pretty big, but it was already starting to get heavy from the amount of clothes inside of it. I carried the bag over to my closet next, where I had several dresses, jackets, and skirts hanging up. I never felt a need to have a ton of different outfits, so it didn't take me too long to remove everything from their hangers and place them in the bag. When I was finally done, my closet was barren and resembled how it looked before I had moved in, save for all of the empty hangers. Once finished, I left the closet and brought the bag over to Nannybot, who was standing in a pose that silently told me I was taking too longer. I handed the bag to her and she handed it to one of the hands, which carried it out of sight into the ceiling. "There we go. Don't look so sad, you won't be needing them for a while anyways." Nannybot said. A while? How long was this going to take? I was expecting a day or two, but I guess I shouldn't be expecting anything. "Get back down on your knees and crawl." Nannybot commanded. I complied and crawled after Nannybot when she started moving out of the room. Thankfully, she moved somewhat slowly to allow me to keep up. Once we reached the living room, I noticed that the big potty chair from the nursery had been moved to the center of the living room. Nannybot led me over to it. The potty chair was similar in design to those Japanese swan ones, except up-sized to be for an adult. It is mostly made out of wood, except for the potty pot, which is essentially a big metal bowl that rests underneath the seat. The metal bowl is easily removable to be emptied and cleaned. The front of the potty chair looks like a swan's head and has two handles on it. Of course, there were cuffs attached to the handles to force the user to keep their hands there. There were also cuffs on the bottom of both sides, right at the perfect height to attach to the users ankles. Finally, there is a strap that goes over the persons legs to keep them seated. The whole potty is painted white, except for the swan's bill, which is painted yellow. "Stand up." Nannybot instructed. I got up onto my feet as instructed and was immediately lifted into the air by a pair of hands. They quickly untaped my diaper and took it away, leaving me only wearing the chastity belt. They then moved me over and set me down on the potty chair. More hands came out to cuff my hands and ankles to it, as well secure the leg strap. In a matter of seconds I was fully restrained to the potty chair. "This is your potty chair. Get used to sitting here, because you're going to be spending a lot of time on it here soon. Here is what you are going to be doing to try to prove that you're responsible enough to be trusted with the key to your chastity belt. You're going to start by showing me that you're capable of using the potty like a big girl. If you need to use the potty then you will find me and tell me. I will pull down your training panties and strap you into the potty so that you can go. You are forbidden from removing your own training panties. If you can use the potty for 7 days straight without any accidents, then I will give you the key, your big girl clothes, and turn off Discipline Mode." Nannybot explained. "What if I don-" I started. "Do not interrupt me!" Nannybot yelled at me. "If you don't make it to the potty in time and have an accident in your training panties, then the week resets and you'll have to start over the next day. You'll also be punished and relegated to diaper for the rest of the day." That doesn't sound too bad I guess. I've been using the toilet for two decades now without any issues. This should be a walk in the park. "Of course, that's not all there is to it. It's called discipline mode for a reason. You're going to be doing plenty of chores and tasks to prove that you're capable of taking care of yourself. If I don't think you're doing a good enough job, then we'll keep this up until you are. Do you have any questions?" Nannybot asked. An entire week?! I've only been living in here for 24 hours! It could be even longer too! Of course I am capable of taking care of myself! I've been doing it perfectly fine for the last 4 years. Hopefully that just meant that this would be even easier. "What kind of punishments?" I asked. "Whatever I believe to be appropriate. Anything available in punishment mode is on the table. Any other questions?" Nannybot said. "No ma'am." I responded, getting a little frightened by that bit of information. "Good. Now let's go over the rules. Number 1: You will wear your training panties or diaper at all times. You are not allow to remove or even touch it yourself. You will leave all of that to me. Number 2: You will try your hardest to use the potty. When you need to use the potty, you will inform me and I will take you. If you have an accident in your training panties, then you will be punished and put into a diaper for the remainder of the day. The potty is off limits while you are diapered. Number 3: You will obey any and all instructions I give you. Number 4: You will be punished for breaking any rules, disobeying orders, misbehavior, or potentially even if I think it would be appropriate. Number 5. You are not an adult. I know you are trying to prove that you are capable of being one, but you are still a little girl and will be treated as such. Number 6. This treatment will continue until you go a week without an accident and can prove that you are capable of taking care of yourself. If you want to give up, you can do so at any time and I will put you back into Adult Mode. Keep in mind that this is the only chance you have at this and I will keep you locked up for a long time if you give up. Do you have any questions?" "Will you try to sabotage me?" I asked. "I will not try to sabotage you, but if you're being punished or have been put to bed then I may make you hold it." Nannybot explained. "What if I need to leave the house?" "I will judge if it's necessary first. If it is, then you will go out wearing your training panties or diaper. You are still prohibited from using any potty other than this one or removing your training panties. I will know if you do." There was no question on 'if' I would need to leave the house in the next week. I don't have nearly enough groceries to last that long. Plus, it would be really unhealthy to just stay indoors for that long. I have never worn a diaper outside of my own home before, but I may not have a choice here soon. There was another glaring issue there: Nannybot had confiscated all of my adult clothes. If I had to go out, then I would more than likely be forced to wear the little girls clothes from the nursery. Almost everything in there was childish as could be and pastel colors, meaning it was going to be extremely embarrassing. "Any other questions?" Nannybot asked me. "N-no." I answered, feeling a little overwhelmed. "Good. Now finish up on the potty so that we can get you punished for your behavior this morning. You have until the time I get back from fetching a few things." Nannybot stated. I suddenly remembered Nannybot's threat earlier about making sure that I was thoroughly punished. 'Just great' I thought to myself. Thinking about it though, the bottles I had at breakfast were starting to go through me. Focusing my concentration, I tried to let go and pee into the potty, but I was having trouble getting anything to come out. It was different than peeing on a toilet or in a diaper. It felt unnatural and wrong. After forcing myself for several seconds, I was finally able to get a small stream going. I could feel the pee slowly dribble out and onto the chastity belt shield and then hit the metal bowl. Slowly but surely, I managed to get everything out of my body and into the potty. Shortly after I finished up, Nannybot walked back into the room, holding one of the pull-ups from the nursery. The one she selected was purple and covered in multi-colored stars. It was one designed for teenage bed-wetters, meaning it could hold a good wetting from my small frame if necessary. "Are you finished on the potty?" Nannybot asked as she walked in. "Y-yes." I answered. A couple of hands came down from the ceiling and grabbed hold of me under my waist. They lifted me so that I was standing up, but leaning forward. My wrists and ankles were still bound to the potty chair, all that really changed was my position. I was able to lean most of my weight on the swan head, which kept the position from being too uncomfortable. "This is your wiping position. Because your chastity belt needs to come off in order to wipe you, you will remain restrained until we are finished and your belt has been put back on. I will expect you to assume this position on your own when commanded." Nannybot explained. She then walked over to me and pulled a key out from one of her compartments. She brought it over to where I was bent over and began fiddling with the front of the chastity belt. After a second, I heard a 'click' and the belt was slid down, exposing my wet crotch to the open air. The belt was not taken all the way off, it was only slid down and held in place by a hand. I then felt a cool baby wipe begin to wipe down my crotch. I almost bucked into the wipe due to the sudden, pleasurable sensation. Thankfully, I was able to stop myself. Once satisfied there, she took another one and wiped between my butt cheeks. When she was finished wiping me, the hand brought the belt back into position over my crotch. I then felt Nannybot fiddling with it once again and soon after I heard the 'click' that confirmed it had locked. She then raised back up and began undoing my wrist restraints. At the same time, a couple of hands were undoing the ankle ones. In a matter of seconds I was freed, only to then be lifted up under my armpits by a pair of hands. They raised me up high enough for my legs to go over the potty and chair and brought me to the side, right in front of Nannybot. Nannybot was waiting for me, using her hands to stretch the sides of the pull-up. As the hands steadily lowered me, she began working the pull-up up my legs until it was in it's intended position. The garment fit me perfectly. I normally loved the feeling of the fresh padding as it hit my crotch whenever I put one on, but unfortunately I was prevented from feeling such pleasure. "Now that you're ready, let's go start your punishments." Nannybot stated, signaling me to follow her. I obediently followed behind her, somewhat surprised that she wasn't forcing me to crawl or something else. Walking in the pull-up wasn't all that different from walking normally. It did cause me to have a very slight waddle, but nothing inhibiting like most of the diapers had. Nannybot led me into the dungeon. Once there, she brought me over to a set of cuffs that were attached to a chain coming from the ceiling. Once we we were there, I gave no resistance and she took my arms and secured them above my head. She then moved around behind me, where I felt her begin to work my pull-up down. "Do not turn around and keep your feet flat on the ground." Nannybot ordered. She must have noticed that I was beginning to turn around to see what was going on. I feared another spanking due to my butt being exposed, but instead what I felt was something cold, round, and metal make its way between my butt cheeks. I let out a little yelp and jumped in surprise, which must have angered Nannybot. Two hands came from the ceiling and took hold of my ankles, making sure they were firmly pressed to the ground. I then received several swats on my exposed butt from Nannybot's hand, making me yelp again. A ball gag was then quickly brought over and shoved in my mouth, silencing me. Nannybot gave me a few more spanks, which brought back some of the stinging soreness from yesterday. Once she was satisfied, I felt the metal ball press against my back door. Knowing that I didn't have any choice, I accepted my position and offered no resistance as she shoved the well lubed ball up my ass. She shoved it farther in, until I felt something straight and metallic press against my lower back. With the object now seemingly in position, Nannybot brought my pull-up back up into it's intended position over my crotch. Only this time, I could feel something running up the back. Suddenly, the object inside me began to raise up and eventually became painful. Thankfully, the hands removed their grip on my ankles, allowing me to raise up onto the tips of my toes to avoid the pain. "What I just put inside of you is an anal hook. You can consider that the first part of your punishment. It's being controlled by the rope above your head. I can raise and lower it at my discretion, so you better behave. Now, what do you say?" Nannybot said. A hand came back down and removed the ball gag from my mouth. I am not sure what she wanted me to say, but I could probably guess. "Thank you for punishing me Nanny." I said quickly. "Good girl." Nannybot stated. The anal hook was given more slack, alleviating some of the pain and allowing me to lower myself a bit. I still wasn't able to put my full feet on the ground, but it was still a lot more comfortable than before. "Now come on, let's get you to the next part of your punishment." Nannybot stated, removing the cuffs on my wrists. Nannybot began moving for the door and the rope above me did as well, nearly causing me to fall over. I began moving as best as I could to follow, but it was hard since I could only use part of my feet. Walking like this was also causing the rounded end of the hook to be painfully noticeable. It was kind of like a butt plug, but worse. Nannybot led me to the bathroom and the rope above me stopped right in front of the sink. This gave me a good idea of what was about to happen, and it was making me scared. I had read about and masturbated to this scenario multiple times before, but never tried it myself. In every situation I read about it was described as unpleasant, and I had no reason to disbelieve that. "Since you thought you could order me around, I think it would be a good idea to wash that naughty little mouth out." Nannybot said, unwrapping a fresh bar of soap. "Please Nanny, I've learn-" I started, before being cut off. "SILENCE! That naughty little mouth has gotten you in enough trouble already, I suggest you stop talking before it gets worse." Nannybot said, giving my bottom a couple of smacks for extra emphasis. I obeyed and kept my mouth shut. Nannybot then used the sink in front of me to begin lathering up the bar of soap. While she did this, a couple of hands came and put my hair into a ponytail. Once the bar of soap was lathery and covered in suds, Nannybot took hold of the back of my neck and forced me to bend over the sink. "Open up and stick that tongue out, little girl." Nannybot commanded. I hesitantly complied and she got to work scrubbing my tongue with the nasty tasting soap. I tried to resist, but her hold on my neck was firm and I could get away. After making sure my tongue was throughly soaped down, she started brushing it around inside of my mouth, causing lots of thick, soapy drool to run down my chin. I started tearing up and crying and she continued. A pair of hands had to come down and restrain my arms behind my back to keep me from fighting the soaping. She continued working it around until every section of my mouth was covered in the soapy film. In no time, soapy drool had begun to run down my chin and neck, covering me in it. "Bite down." Nannybot commanded. I shook my head no, refusing. "Did you just disobey me? You have three seconds to bite down on that soap before this gets a lot worse for you." Nannybot stated. Still crying, I decided that it would be best to obey and bit down onto the soft bar of soap. The feeling of biting into it was just as bad as I imagined it would be. The bar of soap had been stuck deep into my mouth before I was made to bite down, so once I shut my mouth there was no way for my tongue to escape it. I tried staying as still as possible to prevent myself from biting further into it. "That's what I thought. Now keep it there." Nannybot ordered. I then felt her begin to slide my pull-up down in the back, exposing my hooked butt. As soon as it was exposed, something hard painfully came crashing down into it. The pain and surprise caused me to jump a bit, making me bite down even harder on the bar of soap as well as get a second dose of pain from the hook in my ass as it raised even higher. Blow after blow quickly rained down on my butt, causing me to cry even harder and whine into my soap gag. After several more spanks it was over and the pull-up was pulled back up over my now aching butt. "See what happens to naughty little girls? Not very fun, is it?" Nannybot asked sarcastically. I did my best to shake my head no. Drool and tears continued to run down my face as I cried. This wasn't what I wanted! I've only lived here 24 hours and I had already lost control! When I got this house I just wanted to have a little naughty fun every once in a while, not be subjected to a week of potty training and mouth soapings! I wasn't having fun at all! "Open." Nannybot commanded. I instantly obeyed, allowing her to remove the bar of soap from my mouth. Chunks of it were still coated along my teeth, along with a gross film that covered the rest of my mouth too. I tried spitting as much of it out as I could, but there was no way for me to get it all. "You have one minute to rinse, and then it's off to the naughty corner." Nannybot stated, releasing my arms and neck. I didn't care about anything else she might have said. As soon as I was given permission, I reached down and began running the sink water into my mouth, trying as hard as I could to rinse out the disgusting taste. Mouthful after mouthful of water entered and exited my mouth as I tried desperately to get it all out. No matter how hard I tried though, I couldn't get rid of the filmy feeling or all of the taste, only slightly dilute it. After what must have been a minute, I was ripped from the sink by Nannybot and the anal hook. I scrambled to get back to the sink to keep rinsing, but I was no match for Nannybot's strength. "Time's up. Start walking." Nannybot ordered as she forced me to turn towards the door. I complied without any fight, despite how badly I wanted to continue rinsing my mouth out. The hook in my ass was lowered slightly when we began to move, allowing me to use most of my feet to walk. Nannybot slowly lead me to the open corner in the living room. Once there, she again took hold of my neck and pushed me forward until my nose was planted well into the corner. She then forced both of my wrists up to the back of my head and brought them together, making my fingers intertwine. "Now, you are to stay like this until I come let you out. Any movement and I'll find a worse punishment for you. Understand?" Nannybot stated. "Y-yes, Nanny." I blubber out, still crying. "Good." Nannybot said, before turning around and going off somewhere else. I thought I was finally given a moment of peace, but right as I thought that the anal hook started to painfully rise once again. I was forced to raise with it, up onto my toes and the front of my feet. I felt like a giant slab of meet, hooked on display in a butchery for all to see. The aftertaste of the soap was still present in my mouth too, making this even worse. There was nothing I could do about it though, unless I wanted to be stuck with this stupid chastity belt for god knows how long. I was helpless to stop any of this, all because my stupid self hadn't considered this possibility. If I did, I would have put some precautions in place. Instead, I was a prisoner of my own house for a minimum of a week. My tears had stopped shortly after being placed in the corner, but once I started thinking about my situation they started right back up. All I could do was sniffle and feel the tears run down my face. Trying to wipe them would only make this all worse. Eventually, all I could focus on was the absurdity of my predicament and how humiliating it has been so far. The worst part though, was that it was starting to arouse me.

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