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  1. Bad Husband, Better Baby

    After being available for one week on my Patreon, here is the next part of "Bad Husband". If you are enjoying the story you can read what happens next straight away with just a $5 monthly pledge. For $10 you can get the early access plus get exclusive stories. I try to post updates every 4-5 days of at least 2000 words which I hope represents value for money! https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to all of my patrons who allow me to write as much as I do: Dannydazzler, Frank S, Charlie S, Alex B, P, James S, tbcg, LB Iceland, Scy T, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Mr. Smileypants, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, C Dom, Scott S and James B. I also write commissions. I charge £5 per 1000 words and you can message me on here or on Patreon to discuss ideas. --- With little else to occupy Sarah’s mind she laid her head back against a teddy bear that was sitting in the playpen with her and stared at the ceiling. She could feel her diaper area getting a little wet from the sweat that was accumulating underneath, the hot weather showed no signs of abating and Sarah really was quite uncomfortable. Nick was sat at his PC and having a great time. He had missed the internet so much and now that he finally had it back he could check out everything he had been missing. All his social media and his forums that he liked to visit. It was so good to just see the familiar names but it was also seemed very strange to him that whilst his life had been so topsy-turvy everyone else was carrying on as normal. It was easy to forget that no matter how much things had changed for him, for most of the world it was just another normal couple of weeks. There was almost a feeling of resentment from Nick when he read about people complaining about silly little things such as bugs in a video game or someone gossiping at work. How dare they complain about such trivial crap whilst Nick was going through total life upheaval. Part of him wanted to reply to these threads and let them know what a real problem was, he had to resist though. Nick could quite easily have sat at the computer all afternoon without moving a muscle, this was the dream life for him. When he felt a sudden need to urinate, he just let go into the diaper. The diaper was just another tool of his laziness now. “You are going to have to cook dinner at some point…” Sarah eventually called out from the fence of the pen. She was facing into the room and leaning on the vertical bars. “Meh.” Nick responded casually. He didn’t even turn to look at her. “I’m getting hungry.” Sarah continued, “You haven’t even done any housework. Do you even know if we have anything to eat for dinner?” “I’ll just order something.” Nick replied dismissively. Sarah pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. Nick was not going to look after her or the house properly, she could see it already. She couldn’t believe how lazy he was but she was sure the house would be a mess in a week or two. She felt a sinking feeling when she thought about that, there was no way he would keep this up for that long was there? The power in the relationship was wrong and it felt wrong. “You are supposed to look after the house.” Sarah said tensely. Even when she was supposed to have no responsibilities she felt like she had to be the responsible one. “Jesus, you moan more now than ever.” Nick replied with an eye roll, “Put a sock in it or I’ll put a pacifier in it.” Sarah shook her head and turned away. After sitting there for hours she was feeling very restless and she paced up and down behind the fence. She could feel that she needed to pee again but she wasn’t keen on doing it so openly in front of Nick. “Hello… Yeah I’d like to order two pizzas please.” Nick suddenly said. Sarah turned to look at her husband and saw that he had the phone and was ordering dinner just as he had said he would do. Sarah couldn’t say she was thrilled with the upcoming meal but at least it was something. With Nick distracted on the phone, Sarah held her breath and whilst doing her best to act casual she wet her diaper. The hot liquid drained out of her quickly and she felt the padding between her legs warming up as the wet area grew and grew until she was done. “Yeah, one large pizza… Double chicken and pepperoni please.” Nick said to the man on the other end of the phone. He licked his lips in anticipation of such a great meal, “And a large pizza with…” Sarah saw Nick look over to her. She saw him look down at the diaper and smirk. “Actually, make that a child’s sized pizza with pepperoni.” Nick continued with a smirk. Sarah rolled her eyes and sat back down. She had always known Nick could be petty but it was blatantly clear all of this baby treatment wasn’t to prove she loved him. This was all just so Nick could punish her. She was frustrated at how childish Nick was being when he was supposed to be showing he was an adult. Nick turned back to the computer and started typing again. He smiled as he closed the internet browser and put on one of his favourite games. He quickly found himself lost in his online game, it had been far too long since he was able to just sit down and shut out the adult world. He would let nothing distract him as he joined other people from around the world and went on quests for gold. “Nick!” Nick frowned when he thought he heard his name being called. Maybe it was a sound effect in the game… “NICK!” Nick took off his headphones and turned to face his wife when he realised it was her calling his name. “What?” Nick asked obliviously. “The doorbell is ringing.” Sarah said with a shake of her head. “Oh, right.” Nick said as he finally stood up. The first time he had done so in many hours. Sarah expected Nick to walk out to the front door but he walked over to the playpen instead. Nick opened the gate and then went to sit back down again. As he sat back at his computer the doorbell rang again and Sarah looked at her husband in confusion. “Well go on then.” Nick said as he picked up his headphones. “What!?” Sarah said as she looked at the opening to the playpen. Surely Nick didn’t mean what she thought he meant. “Get the door if you want dinner.” Nick said with a little sneer. “Nick, I’m… I’m not dressed for it!” Sarah complained as her face started going red, “I’m, well, I’m obviously wearing a nappy.” “You never cared when it was me.” Nick replied shortly, “Now off you go. Hurry, before he leaves.” Sarah stood up and looked again at Nick. She saw that he was serious and started walking towards the hallway. Her wet nappy was visibly bulging out underneath her dress and she knew it. She felt her mouth go dry and it felt like an entire cage of butterflies had just been shaken up in her stomach. She got a sinking feeling of impending dread and the heat she felt in her face let her know that she was already blushing. As Sarah approached the front door she felt her knees begin to shake. It was almost as if she was on the verge of tears and the humiliation hadn’t even happened yet. The doorbell rang again. “Hurry up!” Nick called from the living room. Sarah could hear his keyboard and mouse clattering away, she wasn’t sure if it was better or worse that he wasn’t even watching what was about to happen. Sarah tried to pull down the bottom of her dress one more time but it didn’t come close to hiding the diaper underneath it. The wet padding rubbed against her inner thighs as a constant reminder. Sarah swung the door open and looked outside like a deer caught in the headlights. In front of her was a young man who looked like he must still be finishing up school. He was looking out towards his old beat up car as if he was about to give up on anyone answering. “Ah there you are! I was just… About… To… Oh…” As the delivery driver turned around when the door swung open his speech slowed right down until eventually he came to a stop. He rather openly stared at Sarah as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing. “Hi.” Sarah said shortly. She had to really force the words out. “Hi…” The driver replied. He was still motionless and staring at the woman who had open the door. It was as if he had been suddenly hypnotised by what he was seeing. Sarah rather wished the delivery driver would hurry up, much like her husband had been, Sarah was very nervous of being seen by the neighbours. “Is that a…” The driver started to say. “You have some pizza for us?” Sarah asked as she tried to speed up the situation and end this horrible exposure. “Oh, erm, yeah…” The delivery man said. He opened his bag and started pulling out the food. “Thanks.” Sarah replied. She felt like she was outside of her body, like she was watching her own embarrassment from afar. “Why are you dressed like that?” The driver asked as he handed over the food, “Is this a… Prank? Or something like that?” “Sure… It’s a prank.” Sarah replied with a shrug. Sarah wanted to end this nightmare as soon as possible so she took the hot boxes of food and spun around on the spot. As she did so she felt her short dress lift up slightly, she closed her eyes as she realised her mistake before turning away from the door. As Sarah turned one of the smaller boxes on top of the pizzas, a seemingly complimentary box of garlic bread, toppled off the stack of food and on to the ground. Putting the pizzas on the table next to the front door. Sarah bent over to pick up the smaller box, she knew her clothes were already struggling to cover her up, now that she bent over she knew she was putting on more of a show. “Unbelievable…” Sarah heard muttered from behind her. Sarah closed the door with her foot to finally cover herself up. She felt utterly humiliated and angry. She was angry at herself, angry at Nick and angry at the delivery driver. Sarah felt angry at the entire world! “Bring the food in!” Nick called out from the computer. Sarah could still hear him rapidly typing away on his game, totally unconcerned with the demeaning experience she had gone through. He didn’t watch what had just happened, he had no idea what she had just gone through. Sarah’s fists balled up and she had to resist the urge to just throw the pizza down the hallway. At least when Sarah humiliated Nick there was a reason for it. Sarah had been there to enjoy it. When Nick was cringing and struggling in his diapers, Sarah would be watching and getting as kick out of it. At least there was a reason for it even if it was very vapid. Nick was humiliating Sarah for the sake of humiliating her. Even worse, Nick didn’t care about the embarrassment, Sarah’s feelings didn’t enter into the equation. He wanted pizza and made her get the pizza. Did he even know how humiliating it was to be dressed like this and answering the door? “Sarah! Pizza!” Nick’s voice yelled. Sarah closed her eyes and repressed the urge to throw the pizzas at the back of Nick’s head. She breathed out slowly and let her hands relax. “Come on Sarah…” The woman muttered to herself, “Stay calm.” Sarah took a deep breath and walked into the living room with the food. Her crinkling underwear another unneeded reminder of her low status. She placed Nick’s pizza on his desk next to him and carried her own box of food to the playpen. Sarah didn’t expect Nick would bother to get up and lock it, in fact when she looked over at the computer she saw that Nick had already started eating without even looking at her. Sarah watched as Nick finished off the garlic bread very quickly. He closed the small box they had come in and just threw it behind him. The box landed on the floor just outside the playpen. Just to complete the scene Nick let out a huge belch and then giggled at himself. “Nick!” Sarah exclaimed before she could stop herself. “That’s Daddy to you.” Nick replied lazily. “I’ll call you “Daddy” when you start acting like one.” Sarah said crossly. She looked at the rubbish strewn about the room and felt her need to clean rising. Sarah angrily stared at her husband. Her face was still red but now it wasn’t from the embarrassment at the door. She saw Nick looking back at her with an amused face, a face that annoyed her even more than when he ignored her. “Did you want to apologise to Daddy for that little tantrum?” Nick asked in an annoying voice. He raised his eyebrows at his wife, he knew he was annoying her. “No…” Sarah muttered through clenched teeth, “I don’t want to fucking apologise. I want you to end this charade. You are an incompetent Daddy!” Nick smile faded. His wife was testing him, he had to show that he was for real. He had to show her that he was in charge, if he let Sarah get away with this the whole thing would collapse before it even started. Nick put the piece of pizza he was eating down and rubbed his hands on his trousers. As he stood up he felt his own diaper sagging and he made a mental note to change soon. Walking over to the sofa, Nick didn’t take his eyes off Sarah. The smile had faded and now he wore a face of stony indifference. “Come here.” Nick said to Sarah. “What? No!” Sarah replied. She folded her arms across her chest in defiance. “I didn’t know you enjoyed being the baby so much.” Nick said with a shrug as he stood up again, “Stay there then.” “Wait… What do you mean?” Sarah asked. She most certainly didn’t enjoy being the baby. “Well, I wanted you to learn what it’s like for me, with the baby treatment and everything.” Nick explained, “If you aren’t going to follow instructions I guess you haven’t learnt how to play the role yet. No big deal, we can just extend this treatment longer.” Sarah’s eyes widened and she climbed to her feet suddenly. She sighed deeply and walked forwards as Nick sat down again. She had an internal war between wanting to resist this treatment and of wanting it over as soon as possible. “That’s a good girl!” Nick praised his wife as she slowly walked over to him. The padding rustling with every step. When Sarah reached her husband, Nick grabbed her wrist and pulled her over. Sarah lurched and lost her footing slightly before falling over Nick’s lap. The bottom of her dress flew up and she was left with her nappy obscenely open to the air. Sarah knew what was coming and she shivered slightly. “This will hurt me more than you.” Nick muttered quietly. He grabbed both of Sarah’s wrists and held them behind her back. She was rendered helpless over Nick’s knees. Sarah’s last thought before she felt the contact was how cliché her husband was being. It’s funny what the brain thinks of in times of stress. Nick raised his arm up and felt the power this position brought, he felt excited and paused to take in the moment. He didn’t want to hurt Sarah, but he wanted her to know what it was like to be spanked. The humiliation and the hopelessness that came with laying prostrate over your partner’s lap. Smack! Nick brought his hand down against Sarah’s padded rear. A loud smack rang out around the quiet room, the sound of flesh hitting the plastic outer shell of the nappy. Nick felt a strange feeling in his palm, like pins and needles, it didn’t hurt but it did feel strange. He quickly raised his hand up again. He felt his wife tensing up as his palm came down again. He didn’t go overboard and hit her too hard, he tried to spank just enough to send a message. When his hand made contact with the nappy he felt Sarah lurch forward slightly. She remained silent. Nick could sense the defiance radiating off her like waves. Nick could feel himself stirring inside his nappy. A mixture of the feeling of power and his wife’s body were exciting Nick. The spanking continued with Nick rhythmically hitting Sarah’s behind with his open palm until eventually his wife started making little yelping noises with each contact. The motion of Sarah tensing and being pushed slightly forward each time she was spanked caused Nick to grow inside his diaper. He was quite sure that his wife had some idea of what was happening, his dick was rapidly thickening and hardening. Finally, after a few minutes of spanking, Nick’s hand rested against Sarah’s padded bottom and rubbed gently. Nick felt the padding between Sarah’s legs, the area that had swelled up with her using it. Nick felt Sarah try to lift herself off her husband’s lap but Nick maintained his grip. “Nick?” Sarah asked. She looked around to see what Nick was doing. She felt a little sore after the spanking but it hadn’t been particularly painful, she was just wondering what her husband was doing now. “Shh…” Nick replied. He had Sarah’s hands held behind her back still. He knew she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. “What are you… Oh!” Sarah’s widened as she suddenly felt a very different sensation. Nick had stopped rubbing Sarah’s rear and had gently inserted two fingers through the leg bands of the nappy. He worked them around until they gently touched Sarah’s delicate opening. The area he had been forbidden for a long time, Sarah’s forbidden zone that was now being explored by his fingers. Nick looked at Sarah and saw her close her eyes and relax as he touched her. He smiled as he gently touched Sarah. He could feel a small quiver as Sarah’s arms relaxed and she leant into Nick slightly. Despite herself, Sarah couldn’t help but feel the pleasing touch, she couldn’t help but respond the best way her body knew how. She wanted more, being teased was too much for her. Maybe the spanking had heightened her hormone levels or something but she was suddenly very interested in Nick as a sexual being. “You like that?” Nick asked quietly. Sarah knew that in her long term future it would be much better to deny she was enjoying this, to resist and get off her husband’s lap. To just go and eat the damn pizza still waiting for her in the playpen. Despite that, she found it very hard to deny that she was suddenly feeling aroused by Nick’s wandering hands. Sarah felt Nick’s rubbing suddenly increase in pressure and she audibly gasped. To answer her husband’s question she nodded, going red in the face as she did so. Nick smiled as he felt Sarah’s legs open up a little bit for some better access. Nick was certainly about to have some fun.
  2. The Internship

    Here is the fourth and final instalment of "The Internship" which has been available on my Patreon for one week. Anyone pledging $5 or more get early access to all my stories (I generally try to post a 2000+ word update, sometimes longer, at least once every four days), or for $10 you get the above plus exclusive stories not posted elsewhere. I also write commissions for £5 per 1000 words and I'm open to ideas, message me if interested and we can discuss things This was a very fun commission to write and I would like to thank the person who paid for it for letting me write their idea A big thank you to everyone who is reading and commenting on my stories (I live off of feedback!) and an extra special thanks to everyone who is contributing to my Patreon and allowing me to write as much as I have been doing: Dannydazzler, P, James S, TBCG, LB Iceland, Scy Tali, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Mr. Smileypants, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew John, D, Liv, Cyatommorrow, Keen Lover, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J, Frank Sz, C Dom, Scott S, James B, Ben F --- The cafeteria, when the robot carried Katie through the door, looked the same as the previous day except for one difference. A small difference but one that made Katie double take. One of the tables had been taken away, as had all the chairs that had been around it. In it’s place was a large high chair. Katie felt her stomach drop as she was carried over to it; she was sat down in the large seat and held there until the tray was pulled down in front of her. Katie half-heartedly tried to push the tray away but it was obviously locked in place very strongly. Her legs swung uselessly below the chair and the padded girl felt incredibly little. It’s amazing how such small things could have such big effects on how you feel. For Katie, just the fact that she couldn’t reach the floor made her feel more like a toddler than nearly anything else that had happened. The robot that had been with her nearly non-stop walked away from Katie and disappeared through a door into the kitchen area. It returned almost immediately, it’s slow and methodical walking gave Katie a long look at was coming and she wasn’t too excited. The robot was carrying a medium sized tray which had just two items on it. Katie could see a bowl that was steaming slightly and that seemed to have a spoon sticking out of it and a large baby’s bottle filled with milk. Katie felt disgusted at the treatment and despite her unwillingness to resist and cause more problems, the more she saw of this lunch that was being brought to her the more she was certain she couldn’t eat it. To put it mildly, this food did not look appetising. The robot placed the tray down on the high chair in front of Katie and picked up the spoon, it began stirring the bowl of food as Katie looked down at what she was being given with revulsion. The bowl was full of a lumpy and thick liquid. Katie couldn’t make out what the food was but she did notice little lumps of carrots here and there. It didn’t look appetising and it smelt even worse, it wasn’t necessarily a horrible smell but it wasn’t the smell of something Katie wanted to be eating. The robot brought the spoon up to Katie’s mouth and she saw some of the food drip off of the bottom of the utensil. Katie’s lip trembled and her throat felt tight, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to swallow even if she had wanted to. Katie felt pressured to open her mouth. The nanny was standing with the spoon outstretched and not moving, it’s piercing stare seemed to go through the woman’s soul. Reluctantly, and with great hesitation, Katie slowly opened her mouth and almost immediately felt the robot push the spoon in and upturn it, pouring the food into Katie’s mouth. Katie felt the taste hit her tongue and she winced, it didn’t taste as bad as it looked but it was still far from an enjoyable dining experience. As the food kept coming, Katie quickly learned to settle into a rhythm of swallowing as soon as the food hit her tongue. The less time Katie had it in her mouth the better and it actually felt good to have a warm meal. When the last spoonful of food was given to Katie she was feeling quite full. She had no idea what she had eaten but she assumed it was full of nutrients and vitamins, she was just happy to be done with the meal. She could hear and feel her tummy squirming from the unexpected meal. If Katie thought the latest ordeal was nearly at an end she was sorely mistaken. As the robot put the spoon back in the bowl, it turned to the side a little and grabbed the bottle. Katie was already feeling quite full and she looked at the bottle without appetite. “I’m full.” Katie said simply. The robot was unmoved. The only thing it tried to do was put the teat of the bottle in Katie’s mouth but the girl turned her head away. For a minute it became like a duel. The robot trying to force the nipple of the bottle between Katie’s lips whilst the girl refused to let it happen. She could tell that the robot was becoming impatient, if the robot was capable of feeling such a thing, and she saw it eventually reach forward and grab her nose. Katie tried to flail around and escape the grasp but she felt her airways blocked by the metallic fingers grabbing her face. She eventually relented and opened her mouth to gasp for air, as she did so she felt the teat of the bottle roughly jammed against her lips. The pressure on her nose disappeared and she finally able to breathe again. Katie gave an experimental suck to the latex bottle top and felt cool milk squirt into her mouth, after the food earlier, it tasted heavily heavenly to wash the taste away. After a few seconds of hesitation, Katie began to suck rhythmically. She closed her eyes and felt her cheeks going red as she drank thirstily from the baby cup. Before long Katie was hearing air coming through the bottle and she belatedly realised the vessel was empty. The robot pulled it away from her and Katie looked shyly at the tray in front of her. She saw the empty bowl and the empty bottle and she blushed even further knowing that she had been fed like a helpless baby. Katie felt like she wanted a few minutes for the food to go down but the tray lifted up and the robot swiftly picked the woman up again. She was in no mood to resist anything right now as she felt bloated from the meal, she laid her head on the nanny’s shoulder and just let it carry her back through to the nursery. She could feel a growing need to use the bathroom but she made no attempt to get the robot to stop at the toilets. Katie just allowed the robot to carry her back into the baby room. As if she couldn’t feel more embarrassed, the motion of the robotic walking seemed to affect her digestive system and halfway to the nursery door she let out a loud and prolonged burp. “Excuse me…” Katie whispered in embarrassment as she went into the nursery. Katie was sat back at the now familiar table and given some Lego pieces to play with. The robot took it’s usual space behind the desk as Katie meekly examined the small blocks in front of her. She didn’t feel much desire to play with them but after a few minutes she found herself growing bored. Picking up a few of the pieces, she started building something, anything to keep her mind occupied, she wasn’t really paying that much attention to whatever it was she was putting together. Katie’s mind was focused elsewhere. The massive amount of food and drink that she had consumed was working it’s way through her digestive system and Katie was quickly feeling a growing need to release her bladder. From previous experience she knew that asking the robot for help would be a useless enterprise, instead she thought about what would inevitably happen. “I’m going to wet my diaper…” Katie whispered to herself. It was very upsetting to admit this to herself and yet she saw no alternative. Katie turned to look at the robot and saw it was still sitting there with it’s unceasing stare. It would do no good to ask it for help, she had tried multiple times before and always been left disappointed. She shifted slightly in her seat and heard her diaper crinkle from inside her onesie, her bladder was already starting to get uncomfortable and the diaper almost seemed inviting. It was as if Katie’s diaper was telling her that it was OK to let go, it felt like resistance was pointless. Katie relaxed and put down the two blocks she was holding. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was sitting on the toilet, it felt really strange to be clothed and in a big room as she tried to release her bladder. It took a long time for the flow to start. Katie couldn’t make herself wet no matter how hard she tried and it took until the need to let go was nearly impossible to ignore. No matter how many times she did this it wasn’t getting any easier. Finally, after what must have been half an hour, Katie felt a small trickle of urine leave her body. She gasped a little in surprise but was able to relax her muscles enough to comprehensively wet herself. Katie felt the padding around her start warming up as she stared into the middle distance and felt her bladder empty. Katie was worried she might leak but as her pee trickled to a stop she could feel the padding thirstily sucking up everything she could give it. She was honestly impressed that the diaper could take this much liquid, she could feel it expanding and the warm gel was pushing against her thighs. Katie was now left with a really awkward situation. Did she go and ask the robot to have her diaper changed and suffer the indignity that would bring or did she just sit in her own urine? The diaper change would be inevitable; it was just a question of when it would come. Deciding to delay the inevitable as long as possible, Katie stayed seated and continued playing with the Lego. She hoped she was careful enough that no one would notice what she had done, not that there was any human in the facility that Katie had seen. An hour must have passed and Katie started feeling really uncomfortable. The warm feeling that had been tickling her rather pleasantly had become a colder and itchier feeling that made the woman wince. It felt horrid and yet she still couldn’t bring herself to speak to the robot and ask for a change. Something about admitting she needed it, even to a machine, was too much for her fragile ego to bear. She had already put up with so much. “Dinner time.” The sudden robotic voice right behind Katie made her jump so hard that she nearly tumbled off of the chair. “You scared the crap out of me…” Katie gasped as she caught her breath. She placed her hand over her chest as her heart slowly recovered from the shock. “You require a diaper change?” The robot asked in it’s fuzzy and strangely distorted voice. “What? No, it’s a saying… “You scared the crap out of me” just means that you made me jump.” Katie explained. It felt good that just once she was able to explain something to this robot, a tiny amount of control made a huge difference to her attitude. “Dinner time.” The robot repeated. Katie found it quite strange that the robot seemed to take what she said at face value. It seemed like a strange oversight of the programming and very much against how the robot had otherwise been acting. As she was pondering this thought, Katie felt the now familiar metallic arms reach down and pick her up. The cold fingers made her shiver as she felt them through the thin onesie material. The soaked padding underneath her was pushed closer to her body and Katie squirmed slightly as the expanded padding squeezed against her like a wet sponge. The robo-nanny started to carry Katie out of the nursery and towards the canteen area. Katie wished she had been more honest about needing a diaper change, now she was stuck in this cold diaper for even longer and she was far from comfortable. She blushed as she was forced to admit to herself that she would love a dry diaper right now. Dinner was a repeat of lunch. Katie was placed in the high chair and fed another surprisingly large meal followed by a bottle of cool milk. Liquid was the last thing that Katie wanted or needed but she still drained the whole bottle before being allowed out of the chair and returned to the nursery. This time the robot didn’t even bother asking Katie if she needed a change. It wasted no time at all in carrying her straight over to the changing table and laying her down. Katie was very full and, if she was being honest, was glad to be changed. The wet diaper was chafing her and the warm, fluffy padding was much preferred. She would never admit that out loud obviously. The robot pulled the tapes off of the diaper and opened it up. The cold air made Katie jump as she was exposed to the room. Katie jumped a second time when she felt the cold baby wipes pressed against her smooth skin. She gripped the sides of the table and closed her eyes to stop herself pulling away from the cold feelings. Although the robot’s face was emotionless, Katie felt as if she was being judged by it and she had to look away before her shame got the better of her and she burst into tears again. Katie felt her legs lifted high into the air. For a second she thought she was going to tumble head over heels off the back of the table but as quickly as she was raised up, she was lowered again. When she was lowered down she felt her butt laying on top of some fluffy padding that was rapidly pulled up between her crotch and taped closed. This diaper was different from the last one and Katie blushed when she looked down and saw that this wasn’t just a new diaper; this was a diaper with babyish designs all over it. This diaper was still mostly white but it had pictures of little building blocks all over the front. They spelt out words like “Princess” and “Baby.” As Katie looked down at her crotch, the robot reached forward again and snapped her onesie closed. Yet again, Katie felt the warm hug of a fluffy diaper as the onesie pulled the padding up against her body. She didn’t know if it was good or bad that she was feeling less humiliated this time, she was getting used to being dressed like this. As long as she was kept away from other people she felt like everything would be fine. Once the robot had finished with the onesie, Katie was lifted up again and this time deposited into the crib. It seemed like Katie wasn’t trusted to move anywhere on her own any more. She had to rely on the robot to carry her everywhere. “Wait! No!” Katie Said as she turned around just in time to see the bars being raised. The robot just walked away from the toddler bed, it ignored Katie as if it couldn’t hear her and despite everything else that had happened recently, it was being ignored that now really annoyed the young woman in the crib. “Listen to me!” Katie shouted as she pushed herself against the bars, “I’m not tired. You can’t lock me in here all night!” The robot was either willfully ignoring the shouting or it just didn’t care about what Katie was saying. It just continued to walk towards it’s spot behind the teacher’s desk. “I will shout all evening and all night!” Katie screamed, “This is all too far. Let me out or I’m calling the damn cops!” Still the robot didn’t move. It stood stoically in the corner despite the threats. Katie was just about to open her mouth to continue her verbal attack when she heard a mechanical clanking coming from the four corners of the crib. Four long black tubes with metallic hands sprang out and grabbed Katie’s wrists and ankles, they were locked on like a laser guided missile and Katie was swiftly pulled down to the mattress. This wasn’t the first time that Katie had been grabbed like this since she got here so it wasn’t as much of a surprise, despite this she couldn’t find them off and they grabbed her with ease. “You think holding me down like this will shut me up!?” Katie yelled almost maniacally, “You couldn’t be more wrong! Fu-” Katie was suddenly cut off and her screaming became very muffled. A fifth mechanical arm, one she hadn’t seen until this moment moved like lightning to push a large pacifier into her mouth. The latex bulb on this soother was so big that it filled her whole mouth. The only thing her mouth could do was suck. This was much like the last pacifier she had experienced except this one filled her mouth much more thoroughly. Just like before, the pacifier was attached to a strap which held it tightly in Katie’s mouth. Tears formed in her eyes as she unsuccessfully tried to push the pacifier out with her tongue, she couldn’t budge it even a tiny bit even though the end of the teat was dangerously close to triggering her gag reflex. The next few hours were extremely rough. Katie was held down to the mattress so tightly that she couldn’t move any of her limbs at all and the pacifier had rendered her mute. After struggling for a while, Katie’s energy was sapped and she just lay there trying to imagine how good it would be to leave. One thing was for certain, no matter what, she was calling the police on this sick operation. Katie didn’t know what was happening here and she didn’t want to know, she just knew she had to try and end it. She didn’t even want to think about the possibility that she wouldn’t be released after all. The thought that her Mom knew her location was the one thing keeping her flicker of hope alive. Katie didn’t remember falling asleep. All she remembered was laying in that crib without being able to move. The room had slower got darker and Katie had never been released from her bonds. She must have fallen asleep at some point, because Katie suddenly opened her eyes to find the nursery in almost complete darkness. The one source of light was a small nightlight on top of a table by the foot of the crib, it cast a rather eerie green glow throughout the nearby area. Katie rubbed her eyes and then belatedly realised that her limbs had been freed. Even the pacifier was loose and Katie pulled it out of her mouth with great relief. Katie’s first thought was to start shouting again but she quickly had second thoughts, she didn’t want to end up being held down again. Katie’s thoughts turned to wondering what had woken her up and it didn’t take long to work out as she put her hand to her stomach. A sharp pain briefly shot through her belly before slowly disappearing. Katie looked down with worry as she realised that she hadn’t been for a number two since she had arrived at the facility and now her body was telling her that it couldn’t hold any more. This was a real dilemma. Katie was trapped in the crib and knew that the release catch for the bars was well out of reach, she was left with two alternatives. Katie could either yell to try and get the attention of the robot and then face the likelihood of being strapped down again or she could soil herself like a baby. Both options sucked and they both left her in humiliating positions with a soiled diaper. Another cramp shot through Katie’s body and she realised that she didn’t have long to think before the choice was made for her. She had no idea what time it was, there were no obvious signs as to time except that Katie guessed it must be late at night. The pressure on her rear end was piling up quickly and she found herself putting her hand on the seat of her diaper as if manually trying to hold it in. Katie decided she had to at least try to get the robot to take her to the bathroom. For her own self-esteem she had to do everything she could to prevent a humiliating soiling accident. It was only now when Katie scanned the room with eyes adjusted to the darkness that she realised this wasn’t even an option. Katie squinted towards the teacher’s desk and felt her heart drop when she realised that the robot that had barely left her side for the last few days wasn’t there. After frantic looking around, Katie realised the machine wasn’t anywhere in the room. All of a sudden the preferable option to save some of her self-respect was removed. It was as if the hope of being allowed to use the toilet, or at least the toddler potty, was the only thing given Katie’s muscles strength. As soon as that hope was removed, Katie felt the pressure grow inexorably to levels that she couldn’t control. Her cheeks blazed red as began to comprehend what she was about to be forced to do. A small amount of gas escaped her aching body and it was almost enough to end Katie’s resistance right there. A final cramp hit Katie and this one didn’t subside. An overwhelming urge to push hit her and the inevitable finally happened. It felt like Katie’s whole digestive system was pushing down as she felt a solid log of poop push out of her body, it slowly and irresistibly pushed against the back of her diaper and pulled the plastic disposable tight as it tried to accommodate Katie’s mess. Katie felt sweat appear on her forehead as she pushed with everything she could. The log that was separating her cheeks was squeezed out and pinched off, it’s stickiness felt horrid against her skin and she could already feel it smearing over her diaper as it moved into the seat of her disposable pants. The first log was followed by several much smaller ones that dropped into the drooping padding without much effort. She winced as she pushed once more to completely empty herself. The diaper felt full but she knew she couldn’t stop now. Finally, the sordid deed was over. Katie straightened up and felt her heavy diaper stick against her a little. It felt absolutely horrible and her eyes teared up in humiliation at what she had been forced to do. The smell was already starting to leak out and she grimaced when she realised she couldn’t get away from it. From morbid curiosity, Katie reached behind her and felt the bulging diaper. It had lost a lot of it’s springiness, now it felt like a solid mass. As if it was an afterthought, Katie felt her bladder release and she did nothing to stop the hot urine that splashed around the front of her diaper. It hardly mattered to her that she was wetting herself after what she had just done. The question now was what could she do? She was alone and now thoroughly soiled. She couldn’t get out of the crib, she couldn’t see any of the robot helpers and she felt like a little baby who needed an adult to change her. She didn’t even care about the embarrassment and humiliation, she just wanted someone to change her diaper. Katie felt the tears overwhelm her as she lost control of her emotions. She started loudly crying and she hoped that someone would hear her and come rescue the situation. She had no shame anymore, she didn’t mind who came in and saw her in this messy diaper, as long as they changed her, she just didn’t care anymore. For once, something went right and after a minute or so of loud wailing the door to the nursery opened and bathed the nursery in light. One of the robots, presumably the one that had been looking after Katie all along, walked in and flicked on the light switch. Katie shielded her eyes from the sudden light but she could hear the metal footsteps getting closer to the crib. Her crying died down almost immediately as she realised she was finally going to get the attention she needed. Katie was still standing in a half-squat position. She didn’t want to move at all because she knew it would spread the mess in her pants even further. She just awkwardly waddled towards the side of the crib which the robot dropped. Katie shuffled forward and was about to jump down to the floor when the robot walked right up against the side of the crib and wrapped an arm around her back. “No!” Katie realised too late what the robot was about to do and couldn’t stop it in time. The robot’s other arm rested underneath Katie’s butt and it picked her up in a hugging position. Katie immediately winced and shivered as she felt the lumpy mess in her diaper spread even further. “Why?” Katie whispered in a whiny voice. Katie could have walked to the table. She would’ve had to lay down on the table but at least the damage would have been minimized. Now she felt the poop spreading with each mechanical step the robot made. Katie was left very confused when she saw the changing table over the robot’s shoulder. She was being carried away from it and towards the corridor to the cafeteria. Where was she being taken, this didn’t make any sense to her at all. Surely she wasn’t going to be fed in this position. The confusion only grew as Katie was carried past her usual seat in the cafeteria. She was even distracted from the sticky feeling in her diaper as she looked around and tried to work where she was being taken. She only recognized where she was when she started being carried down the long hallway towards the exit. Katie felt her heart soar. Was she being let go? It wouldn’t be a moment too soon but surely they would let her clean up. In the distance, Katie could hear two human voices, the first she had heard in the last few days. She felt a mixture of elation and terror as she was slowly carried down the hallway. She heard the voices getting clearer and with a jolt she slowly started recognizing one of them. “Mom?” Katie whispered. She was still facing away from the voices so she couldn’t confirm her suspicion but it certainly sounded like her Mother. “Katie?” Katie’s Mom called, “Oh my God! What is going on!?” “I told you to prepare yourself Mrs. Adams.” Came an older male voice, “Your daughter volunteered for this program to try and help change criminal justice in future.” “What!?” Both Katie and her Mom said at the same time. As the older man prepared to start explaining things, Katie was placed down in a chair just behind her Mother. She felt her disaster of a diaper spread it’s contents further. “Katie, what is going on?” Katie’s Mom asked with a look of revulsion, “Is that a dia… What’s that sme… Oh God, Katie!” “Your daughter has just passed through a program we are developing to help rehabilitate criminals.” The older man said, “My name is Dr. Phelps, I run this facility.” Katie was shocked at what was going on. Just minutes ago she had been in the crib and now she was standing at the exit and only feet from freedom. It was dark outside but she finally saw a clock, it was only 10pm. “Katie, you have been a wonderful participant!” Dr. Phelps said with a big smile. He handed a clipboard to the girl. “Huh?” Katie replied dumbly as she took the clipboard. As the shock wore off Katie became increasingly aware of the terrible state she was in. “I’ll explain…” Dr. Phelps said as he adjusted his glasses, “The prisons are overcrowded and the government have been looking for alternative ways to treat criminals. This is my proposed alternative.” Katie’s Mom couldn’t stop staring at her daughter, she couldn’t believe what she looked like. She was absolutely staggered at what she smelled like! “Regression is very powerful.” Dr. Phelps continued, “We want to use it to rehabilitate people. Break them down and grow them up again, this time with better morals and respect for authority.” “You volunteered for this!?” Katie’s Mom asked in shock. “No!” Katie said, “It didn’t say what it was I was volunteering for.” “You volunteered for something when it was a total mystery to you?” Katie’s Mom asked flabbergasted. “I guess…” Katie replied sheepishly. Her butt was starting to get itchy now. “Well, young Katie here was quite the participant. We have a lot of great data and modifications thanks to her input. She was such a great participant that we could call you to pick her up earlier than expected.” Dr. Phelps said cheerily, “Katie, if you could fill out that form. We will pay you afterwards.” Katie grabbed the pen that was attached to the clipboard and started quickly filling in the boxes. There were lots of questions asking how she felt when certain things happened and what could have been better. “We apologize for the secrecy.” Dr. Phelps said, “We wanted this to be as much of a surprise as possible to get the best results.” When Katie finally finished filling in the form she banged the forms down on the chair next to her. The sudden noise made her Mom and the doctor jump, they had got into a conversation and apparently forgotten the young woman was there. “Can I get dressed now?” Katie asked. Her cheeks were flushed red and her embarrassment wasn’t helped when her Mom pinched her nose. “Of course!” Dr. Phelps replied, “That room just down the hall has a shower and your clothes that you arrived in.” Katie stood up and waddled down the hall without a word. She hurried into the room that had been indicated and took the onesie and diaper off. She dropped the diaper in the trash can with a sealed lid to stop the smell. She had a long shower before drying off and getting dressed back into the clothes she arrived in. By the time she came out of the room and back to the lobby, Katie saw that her Mom was leaning against Katie’s car. Katie assumed her Mom had got a taxi here because her car wasn’t outside. “Katie, thank you again!” Dr. Phelps said with a wide smile. He held out an envelope which Katie took without a word. It was filled with a lot of notes, at least she was being well compensated for this nightmare. “One more thing…” Dr. Phelps said as Katie headed towards the exit, “Would you like to return next week for another trial?” Katie shook her head in disbelief. After everything that had happened, how did this doctor expect Katie to come back? She was angry at the arrogance. Katie stuck up her middle finger and showed it to the old scientist before walking out the door and to her car. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Was all Katie said to her Mom as she unlocked the car and drove away. Katie didn’t even want to think about what had happened yet alone talk about it. Katie’s Mom asked a lot of questions that her daughter refused to answer as the car backed out of it’s parking space and headed out on to the road. Dr. Phelps watched them go with a snide smile before walking back down the hallway. They never wanted a second trial, it was the biggest evidence that the program was working! Almost the second Dr. Phelps walked out of sight a new car turned into the car park. A young man stepped out and walked into the building with trepidation. Right on cue, Dr. Phelps pushed a button that popped the door leading to the classroom open. Dr. Phelps sat down at the computer and began preparing for the next test. The cameras watched the young man as he walked into the classroom looking just as confused as Katie was. Dr. Phelps smiled and flipped over a piece of paper and began to take notes.
  3. The following is the first section of a short story written for my Patreon. For $10 you can get access to all Patreon exclusive stories as well as early access to to everything I write. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you to all my Patrons: DannyDazzler, Scy Tali, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Mr. Smileypants, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Liv, Lb Iceland, Cyatommorrow, Keen Lover, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, P, Kent J, Frank S, C Dom, Scott S, James B, Ben F --- Danny’s Journey By Elfy “Come on, Danny!” Sophie shouted from the door, “We need to leave.” Danny was up in his bedroom, or perhaps more appropriately, his nursery. He was feeling miserable and had just gone through yet another humiliating diaper change. It didn’t matter how many he endured, it never got any easier. Sophie was Danny’s Mom and the head of the house, her word was law which was bad news for poor Danny. In many ways Danny was just like any other 14-year-old boy, he enjoyed sports and loved music and like many others of his age group he was in the throes of puberty. His hormones raging in every way. It was these hormones that had got him in trouble in the first place. Three months ago, Danny had been visiting a particular website for ABDL’s. He had realised he liked diapers a few years before and now had a whole bunch of websites set up for that fetish that he liked to visit daily. On this particular occasion his life was changed forever. Danny had got up to use the bathroom and almost as soon as he closed the bathroom door he heard his mother walking up the stairs. He assumed she was going to her room so Danny wasn’t too worried. By the time he left the bathroom and walked back to his room he had forgotten that his Mom was even upstairs. When Danny had turned the corner into his room and saw his Mom looking at his computer screen with his washing in her hands he froze. His heart hammered as he realised his Mom was reading all about his deepest desires. A confusing and embarrassing conversation followed which resulted in Danny explaining to his Mom that he was an ABDL and that everything she was reading was basically his fantasy. “Do you want to live it?” Sophie had asked. She just casually threw the question out there as if she were asking something simple like what to have for dinner. The question had floored Danny. He was expecting to be yelled at, he had expected misunderstandings and he had expected lots of problems. The last thing he had ever expected was his Mom asking if he wanted to live the life that so many on his website dreamt of. After some hesitation the deal was eventually agreed. Danny agreed that he was to be a baby at home, he was to stay padded when going to places like school but he wouldn’t need to act like a baby there. The one thing that Danny’s Mom had insisted on was that if they were going to do this then it was going to be long term. Sophie had spent thousands of dollars on diapers, baby clothes, baby furniture and everything else a baby would need. This was why once Danny had agreed to being a full time ABDL, there would be no going back. Danny had been happy for a few days. The toilet was now completely off-limits and the first few changings and feedings were more than a little uncomfortable but he quickly grew used to the new routine. Even going to school padded eventually lost it’s fear but that took a lot longer. Sophie had written to the school and informed them that young Danny had developed a problem causing him to not make it to the toilet. She also was very strictly asking the school nurse to make sure that Danny was not to change himself. Danny had been terrified of friends finding out that he was wearing diapers but he had told his closest friends who didn’t seem to care, and no one else seemed to notice. He was even excused from all Gym classes which was an added bonus. After a week or so, things changed. The diapers and baby treatment stopped feeling special, it started feeling increasingly like a chore to play a role all of the time. As much as he enjoyed being able to be a little, it was at the cost of so many things that he had loved doing. Video games and computer time was now heavily controlled and the strict parental lock meant that his access to the internet was severely limited. He could no longer have friends over nor he could he visit others unless he revealed the full details of what was going on. Danny had always enjoyed using his diapers but sometimes it was even more inconvenient to do so than to just go to the bathroom. That time he messed himself before going to sleep, the times he had wet new diapers as soon as they were put on, the times at school where he had to visit the nurse for a change. All of these events were hard work on a young teenager also dealing with puberty, school and every other aspect of growing up. It hadn’t been long, perhaps just two weeks, when Danny asked for the baby stuff to stop. Of course by this point it was too late, a lot of money had been spent and stories told to get things the way they were and there was no real option of going back. They weren’t a rich family; a lot of the baby stuff could only be afforded by selling Danny’s teenage things. “Danny, we are going to be late!” Sophie’s shout up the stairs broke Danny from his reverie. Danny looked around his room one more time and picked up his bag. This was something Sophie always demanded and Danny had to follow the rules to avoid punishment. The bag wasn’t what you would expect a regular teenager to be walking around with. This bag was sky blue in colour with little white clouds embroidered into it, Danny hated it. Inside the bag were two thick diapers and all of his changing supplies. Wipes, powder, lotion, plastic bags for used diapers, it was all in this small bag and Danny had to keep it on him at all times. His Mom always told him it was “just in case he needed them.” Danny was reluctant to admit that more often than not, if he was out of the house for a long time, he would end up needing at least one of those spare diapers. Swinging the bag on to his back, Danny looked in the mirror next to the door. He sighed when the reflection showed a big overgrown baby. A bright orange shirt which was one size too small would attract other people’s eyes, his shorts were light blue and although a bit bigger they didn’t hide his diaper completely. Danny could see the white plastic underneath the thin material of the shorts. It was freshly changed and crinkled loudly with each movement. This would have once been a fantasy image that would have excited him, now it was reality and rather than exciting him it was a depressing reminder that he had agreed to this and had been left stuck like this. “Don’t make me come up there!” Danny’s Mom shouted with a note of warning in her voice.
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There are a bunch of other rewards available including chances of free commissions or even writing a story with me https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to everyone reading and enjoying my stories, a bigger thank you to everyone leaving a comment and a huge thank you to everyone supporting me financially: DannyDazzler, Scy Tali, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Mr.Smileypants, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Liv, L B Iceland, Cyatommorrow, Keen Lover, Emmanuel S, Henty C, Bob, Michelle G, P, Kent J, Frank S, C Dom, Scott S, James B, Ben F. Commissions are also available. --- Katie followed the robot through the hallways and back to the canteen. Katie saw one table near the door with a plate in front of it, on the plate were some sandwiches cut up in bite size chunks as well as an apple that was also cut into segments. She would have worried about the infantile lunch but it was so much better than yesterday’s dinner that she kept her mouth shut. Sitting down at the table, Katie looked around and saw all the same robots in the canteen staring at her. It was very unsettling as she started trying to eat the food. She didn’t have much of an appetite but knew that she wouldn’t be allowed to leave the canteen until she finished everything. When the plate was finally clean the robot from the classroom wasted no time opening the door for her to head back to the nursery. Katie stood up and felt the padding between her legs as she walked back to the classroom. As they headed down the corridor back towards the classroom, Katie saw the bathroom from the previous day. Although she had no crushing need for the bathroom, she felt like she should maybe ask to go just to try to do her best to keep this pull up dry. By the time she decided it would be a good idea, it was already too late. The robot leading the way had walked all the way up to and through the door to the nursery room. It was holding the door open and watching for Katie to come through. “I was thinking…” Katie said as confidently as she could in her embarrassing state of dress, “Maybe I should use the bathroom, you know, just to make sure there are no more… accidents.” The robot didn’t move. It held the door open and stood still waiting for the girl to come down the hallway. Katie scowled and started walking down the corridor before stopping halfway between the classroom and the bathroom. “This is ridiculous!” Katie shouted suddenly, “You don’t want me to wet myself. Let me into the bathroom!” Still the robot didn’t move and didn’t speak. The way the machine made no indication of listening to Katie only made her angrier as she felt increasingly indignant at being ignored when she was making a very basic request. “Listen to me!” Katie shouted. She stomped her foot on the floor of the corridor and could feel her face going red. The longer this went the angrier she was getting! After another few seconds of silence, Katie decided this was where she was going to put her foot down. Using the bathroom was a basic right! If she wanted to go to the bathroom she should be allowed to go. “Fine!” Katie said as she folded her arms across her chest, “I can wait here till you let me in.” Katie quickly sat down on the floor and crossed her legs as well. She looked for all the world like an overgrown toddler having a tantrum but in her mind she was right. She deserved to use the bathroom like the adult she was and whoever was in charge here had no right to stop her. As soon as Katie’s butt hit the floor the robot started walking back out towards her. Katie flinched as it grew near, she had no idea if the robot was about to go and unlock the door for her or whether it was just coming to grab her. Katie didn’t have to wait long for the answer, when the Nanny-bot reached her it stopped. Katie closed her eyes and prayed that the robot would pass when she felt the robotic arms wrap around her. “No…” Katie whined uselessly as she was picked up and held against the chest of the metal person. Katie was picked up and carried back towards the nursery. When she saw the door to the bathroom moving further away she felt her temper rising again. This whole situation was ridiculous and she quickly began lashing out. It was utterly useless of course but Katie flailed her legs and arms as she was carried back into the nursery room and the door was locked behind her. “Calm down.” The robot said simply as it put the girl down in front of the table of activities again. Katie felt tears in her eyes but she refused to cry, she didn’t want to give the robot the satisfaction of showing how upset she was. Despite this, it wasn’t long until Katie drank from the sippy cup. Her throat was parched and she blushed as she drank from the infantile mug. Unfortunately, there were repercussions to both the tantrum and the drinking and they soon began to make themselves felt. Katie tried to ignore the growing feeling of needing the bathroom, the pressure on her bladder was slowly growing and becoming harder to ignore. Katie brushed her hand across her crotch and felt the cloth-like feeling of the pull up between her legs, it was a reminder of what was expected. She shuddered and all it did was make her more determined to not embarrass herself. Maybe this was a test and all Katie had to do was stay dry as long as possible, eventually the robot had to take her to the bathroom surely. To try and distract herself from her growing need to the bathroom, Katie looked around the room for something to do. Her eyes fell on a bookshelf nearby and she walked over in the hope of finding something interesting. She should have known better, the books were all meant for toddlers and there was nothing that Katie would find genuinely interesting. Katie pulled a book about animals off of the shelf. She sat down on the floor in front of the shelf and opened up the first page. It was all simple stuff, a picture of an animal along with some facts about it and their name. It distracted her for a few minutes but not much longer and as the pangs from her bladder increased, she quickly put the book away and picked up another one in the attempt to stay distracted. To a certain extent this strategy worked but after an hour there were no books left and the need for the bathroom was now extreme. Katie stood up and almost lost control right away. She was utterly desperate to go, her hand covered her bladder which was aching. She saw the robot still watching her from the far end of the room and she decided to make one more effort to convince the caretaker to let her use the bathroom. “Please… I really need to go.” Katie said as she stumbled forward slightly. The robot didn’t move. It’s unbroken stare not leaving Katie’s face. Katie sighed in frustration and then suddenly came up with an idea. She was being treated like a toddler with these activities and the pull up and everything, so maybe the robots wanted her to act the part… “Please, Miss.” Katie said in her best impression of a little girl, “I need to go potty.” Katie’s already red face blushed brighter as she staggered across the room and talked like a toddler. She was so immensely glad that no one could see her, if anyone knew what was going on she would die from embarrassment. To Katie’s utter astonishment, her idea actually had an effect. The robotic nanny stood up and started walking across the room. Katie’s eyes lit up and she started shuffling a bit faster as she assumed the nanny was heading for the door. She was going to make it! “What… What are you doing?” Katie stammered as she reached the halfway point in the room. The Robo-Nanny had only gone halfway to the door when it stopped and opened a cupboard door. It had reached in and pulled out a large plastic object. It was princess pink and adorned with pictures of unicorns and Katie watched as it was set down on the floor next to the teacher’s desk. “A potty?” Katie whispered as her throat constricted from embarrassment, “You want me to use an actual… Potty?” The teacher stood expectantly and Katie knew she had to decide what she was going to do right away. Her control was at it’s limit and there was no way she would be allowed out of this room. Katie edged herself forwards across the room and felt her control slipping with every movement. She was still several feet away from the potty when she felt a small trickle escape her and enter the pull up. Katie paused briefly and squeezed her muscles shut again as she attempted to maintain control. The idea of using a potty in the middle of the room like a toilet training toddler was humiliating but it was still marginally better than wetting her pull up. The robot’s accusing eyes seemed to pierce Katie’s soul and weaken her resistance. She paused again as she felt her control stretched to the limit. She became aware that another step would be the end of her battle and she hunched over forwards, her hands pressed against the front of the pull up as if trying to block the flow that she was certain was coming. Looking at the robot, Katie wordlessly begged for it to bring the potty to her. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she struggled to hold back the flood. The robot must have known what Katie needed. If it was smart enough to be able to do everything it had done since Katie got here, it would be smart enough to recognise a woman desperate for relief. It didn’t move. It was finally too much for the young woman. Katie felt another trickle escape her clenched body but this time she was unable to stop the flow. Instead, her body felt the trickle and gave up the fight, the trickle became a stream and the pull up quickly started warming around her. These pull ups were not meant for large accidents and it quickly began to overflow. Katie felt the warm urine start running down her inner thigh which prompted her eyes to fly wide. Abandoning the attempt at keeping control, Katie ran the last few steps towards the potty. She felt the floodgates open as the pull up couldn’t contain the torrent of liquid. A high-pitched whine escaped from Katie’s mouth as she felt the warm urine cascading down her legs and dripping on to the floor. Without even pausing to pull her disposable underwear down, Katie sat herself down on the potty and heard the tell-tale tinkling sound as her pee dripped down from her pull up and collected in the bottom of the potty. By the time she had sat down, Katie had almost finished and as the last drops hit the potty she looked down at the trail of urine that led away from the toddler toilet. Katie felt a deep sense of shame as the evidence of her lack of control pooled on the floor. She could almost feel the glare of the robot behind her as she ashamedly looked at the floor. She sobbed slightly and felt so bad for not making it to the potty even though any reasonable person would have let her go to the bathroom when she asked. She was humiliated more than anything. When the dripping eventually slowed down Katie didn’t really know what to do. She wanted to get up and run away but that obviously wasn’t an option. She just sat on her little potty and sobbed for a little while as the wet streaks on her legs got colder. Eventually, the decision as to what to do next was made for her when the robot behind her grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off of the potty. Katie kicked her legs a little but any attempt at resistance was rather half-hearted and she was too upset with herself to really try and break free. She allowed herself to be carried over to the changing table where she was rapidly stripped down to just her pull up. Katie looked fearfully up at the robot at the end of the table as it seemed to be calculating it’s next move. The blushing woman didn’t even try to get off of the table, she knew it was useless to try, sooner or later she would be brought back and things would only be worse. The bot reached forward and pulled the weak sides of the pull up apart. The wet disposable was pulled down between Katie’s legs and left her exposed to the room. The disposable underwear was saturated from front to back and Katie was surprised it was still holding on. Suddenly, as if a decision had been reached by the building itself, metallic arms simultaneously sprung forth from the four corners of the changing table. They quickly pinned Katie to the table and held her down securely with their firm but gentle grip. “Hey!” Katie yelled as she was pinned to the table, “I’m not resisting! Let me go!” Katie was broken from her depressed apathy by the frustration of being held down again for seemingly no reason. She had accepted what was coming next; she expected to be cleaned and placed in yet another humiliating pull up. Why hold her down? Why make this experience any longer and harder than it needed to be. The nanny suddenly turned away from the table and towards the door that led to the cafeteria area. Katie watched as far as she could but the robot disappeared out of sight leaving Katie laying alone in the nursery room. It was silent and she felt very vulnerable as she was held down and completely naked. “Great…” Katie muttered to herself. It turned out that Katie didn’t have to wait long to find out what was going on as the sound of heavy, metallic footsteps soon started getting louder again. “Can you just hurry up and get me dressed.” Katie called out as the nanny walked back across the room, “We both know you are just going to stick me in another stupid pull up. Just get it over with.” Katie was angry. Angry at herself for the accident, angry at this stupid robot for forcing it to happen and angry at the whole building and company for whatever crazy experiment was going on here. Katie no longer cared about whatever mysterious force was behind all of this, she no longer gave a damn about getting a job or even paid for this stay. She just wanted to be allowed to leave but clearly that wasn’t on the cards. Katie furrowed her eyebrows when she looked to the side and saw the nanny-bot carrying a bucket that seemed to be full of water to the side of the changing table. What on Earth was this for? Katie saw the robot’s cold eyes look down at her face before slowly working down over her chest and down to her crotch. When Katie saw it pull out a razor and some shaving cream from one of the shelves her eyes flew wide and she shook her head. “No, no, no!” Katie yelled, “Do not touch me!” The robot paused as it looked back up at Katie’s face. It put one of it’s shiny fingers to where it’s mouth would have been and gave a short, sharp shush. “Don’t shush me!” Katie yelled again, “This is too much. You’re going too far, I demand to be le-” Katie was cut off mid-sentence when she suddenly felt something rather rubbery tied to her mouth. She twisted and turned her head but it was already too late to dislodge what she quickly came to realise was an oversized pacifier. Even spitting it out didn’t work as it was attached to a strap that wrapped around the back of her head. One of the seemingly endless mechanical arms seemed to be responsible. The robot opened the can and sprayed a liberal amount of the shaving foam on it’s hand. It moved down between the woman’s legs and started rubbing the foam over the areas of Katie’s crotch that had hair. Katie gasped at the cold touch and tried to move away from the hand, it was a useless endeavour as she was held down so securely. “Hold still.” The robot commanded briefly as it picked up the razor and moved it towards Katie. Katie closed her eyes and did as she was asked. She stayed as still as possible whilst still trembling slightly from a mixture of fear and the cold cream. For the next several minutes, Katie felt the metal blade of the razor as it meticulously shaved her. A new tear ran down her cheek as she wondered why on Earth the robot was doing this. She had to admit that it had expert precision though, despite it’s proximity to some very sensitive areas it managed to avoid them completely as it did a thorough job in taking off the hair that Katie had. When it was finally finished it repeated the process that it had done with the bucket. It walked away from the table and carried the bucket back down the hallway to wherever it had originally got it. By the time the robot had returned, Katie was fuming and her fear had turned to anger. When it stood between Katie’s legs again, Katie gave it a stare much colder than the robot could ever manage. “Why?” Katie asked simply and carefully around the large bulb in her mouth. “Babies need to be smooth for easier clean up.” Replied the machine. Ignoring the fact that Katie wasn’t a baby, she blushed at the idea of needing easier clean up. The two accidents she had experienced were just that, accidents. She didn’t need changing or cleaning or anything like that. She just needed this stupid machine to let her use the toilet when asked. “Eathier clean up?” Katie lisped with difficulty, “I don’t ne… Oh my God…” Katie felt her face go pale as she watched the robot lean down under the table and then stand back up with a new piece of disposable underwear. She had been expecting another pull up, how could she not after what had just happened? She certainly wasn’t going to be allowed her underwear again. As the plastic crinkled in front of her, Katie realised that what was coming next would be even worse than what came before. With a stomach that felt like it was dropping as if on a rollercoaster, Katie looked into the robot’s hands to see a diaper. It was plain white with a single yellow line running all the way down the centre. As it was unfolded, Katie felt her breath taken away by it’s sheer size. She had no idea they even made diapers this big, though in hindsight it seemed obvious that they must do for those incontinent adults. Her shocked brain was struggling to comprehend anything that was happening though and she felt the thick padding being slid underneath her. This was so much more humiliating than the pull up. It was as if Katie was going through potty training in reverse. She had arrived in panties and slowly regressed all the way to this diaper. Her fragile ego felt beaten, battered and bruised as she blushed anew. Katie felt the front of the diaper get pulled up between her legs and over her freshly shaved crotch. This ultimate symbol of babyhood was pulled tightly closed, firmly taped together and Katie was powerless to stop any of it. With the pacifier strapped in and now a diaper between her legs, Katie realised she was starting to look like nothing more than an overgrown baby. It was a horrid realisation. Katie felt her limbs released as the robot picked her up and carried her in it’s arms like a mother cradling a new born. It was a bit awkward because of Katie’s size but the robot had seemingly no issue in carrying the woman over to the crib which Katie was lightly deposited in. The bars of the crib slid up automatically as soon as the caretaker had removed it’s arms leaving Katie trapped. “At leatht take out the pathifier!” Katie lisped around the bulb filling her mouth. She quickly pushed herself against the bars like a prisoner trying to escape their cell. The robot either didn’t hear Katie or chose to ignore her. It just walked out of the nursery and closed the door behind it. Katie was left alone in the nursery, trapped in her little crib with nothing on except the crinkling disposable diaper. She felt very exposed but by this point that was a feeling she was getting very used to. Katie stomped her foot in frustration, like a frustrated toddler she didn’t think she deserved this at all. She looked down at the diaper that was now loudly crinkling around his waist, she scowled at it like it was her oppressor. Katie’s first instinct was to just rip the diaper off. She didn’t care if it would leave her naked, being naked would be less humiliating than being padded like a baby. Cooler thinking prevailed, Katie knew that tearing this diaper off wouldn’t help her at all, in fact it would probably make things much worse. Katie was sure that ripping this diaper off would just provoke whatever was running this place to come back and re-diaper her. Then she would be held down or something and be even more trapped than she was at the moment. With a growl of frustration, Katie sat down backwards on her padded rear and laid down. If she was going to be forced to stay here, the best thing she could do was try and pass the time. She laid her head down on the pillows provided and closed her eyes. Sleep was not easy to come by. Katie had no idea how long she had been left in the crib alone, she only knew that it felt like hours. The mixture of the diaper and the pacifier strapped into her mouth made Katie uncomfortable enough that it seemed like any movement woke her up. The diapers crinkling was the only sound in the room and she blushed every time she heard the soft padding announce it’s presence. At some point in the middle of the night, Katie woke up for a different reason. Katie felt an all too familiar sensation of a full bladder, a feeling of needing the bathroom, of tense bladder muscles that wanted to be relaxed. Katie had been dreading this moment. She knew that sooner or later she would need the toilet and with the diaper taped to her waist and the walls of the crib fencing her in, there was just no way for her to avoid an inevitable wet diaper. Katie couldn’t understand why she was having to use the bathroom so much. It didn’t make sense to her that she kept needing to use the bathroom. There must have been something in the food; it was the only explanation that made sense to the young woman. The thought crossed her mind, yet again, of tearing the diaper off. She was willing to do anything to avoid wetting herself again but, just like earlier, she knew it wouldn’t help at all. The best she could do then was either wet the bed or try to pee between the bars of the crib. Neither of these options were appealing and she steadfastly refused to act like an animal, not to mention she was sure there would be a punishment for doing it. Katie eventually came to the conclusion that it was pointless to just lay there suffering. The need wasn’t going anywhere and she was only preventing herself getting any sleep by fighting it. Climbing to her feet, Katie closed her eyes and tried to relax her aching bladder. It wasn’t an easy task. Deliberately wetting yourself and going against years of toilet training was pretty tough but a deep breath and an effort to relax every muscle eventually led to a sudden warming around her crotch. Katie blushed as she felt herself let go into the thirsty padding. She had held on for so long that when she had finally allowed herself to pee, she flooded the diaper. Katie could feel her urine creeping around the padding at the front and the back as the thirsty diaper absorbed everything. Eventually Katie was done and she slowly opened her eyes and grimaced. The warm wetness between her legs actually wasn’t too horrible of a feeling, but the knowledge she was standing in her own urine was horrible. Katie slowly laid back down in the bed and tried to get some rest. She could still feel the pee spreading around her waist and looking for somewhere to be absorbed. It was a strange, almost ticklish, sensation that only distracted her from sleep even more. After the fitful night with sleep that only came in short bursts, Katie was somewhat relieved to see the robot return to the room. She immediately climbed to her knees and felt the heavy diaper sag dramatically around her waist. Katie blushed as she felt gravity take hold. The passing time had caused the diaper to cool down and what had previously been a relatively pleasant feeling was now a lot less comfortable. Now it was just a constant reminder of what she had done and that she needed another change. Katie looked down and grimaced as she saw the discoloured sections of the previously clean and white diaper. Further evidence of her little accident. It was hard for Katie to argue against her need for these diapers when she kept wetting them. The robot’s slow and mechanical walk over to the crib gave Katie plenty of time to contemplate what might happen next. Katie really hoped for a change, preferably into something non-disposable but she knew that was unlikely. The nanny eventually reached the side of the crib which dropped without the robot seemingly pressing anything. Katie was about to step out when she felt the arms of the robot wrap around her, clearly she was not expected to walk anywhere on her own. “You can’t do this…” Katie said quietly, “Just let me go.” The robot carried Katie over to the changing table as if it hadn’t understood a single word that she had said. It laid her down and gave her a piercing stare, it seemed like it was almost challenging Katie to resist, Katie wasn’t going to play those games again and she folded her arms across her bare chest as her only show of defiance. It was as Katie was laid down that she realised the robot wasn’t even talking to her much anymore. In it’s eyes, Katie was clearly nothing more than a toddler. The robot pulled the tapes off Katie’s diaper and lowered the front. Katie blushed as yet another accident was revealed openly to the world. In her mind she knew that she had no choice for any of them, but it was hard to fit having so many recent potty accidents with being an adult. Katie felt the cold and wet baby wipes rubbed against her most private area as the robot began the swift process of cleaning her now hairless crotch. She didn’t want to give the robot the satisfaction of blushing and letting it know how humiliated she was but she found herself struggling to stop herself from going red in the face. Soon, Katie felt a new diaper being placed under her rear and she felt herself tearing up a little. She had been really hoping that after the previous night she would be given her grown up clothes back, she was at least hoping to not have to wear another stupid diaper. When Katie felt the diaper taped closed she sighed in resignation. She went back to her one salvation, this was a fixed length of a stay and her Mom would be coming to pick her up at the end of it all. She would be saved from this building in the end. Katie was lifted off of the changing table and when she felt her feet hit the floor she was asked by the robot to not move. Katie was barely listening as she was so deep in her own thoughts but she didn’t move anyway. How long had Katie been here? It was so hard to keep track of time when the windows were blocked out by thick curtains, she estimated she must be nearly done with this horrible process but she couldn’t be sure. The complete lack of control about anything that was happening was the most frustrating aspect of this whole thing. “Arms up.” The command came from the one voice Katie had heard in the last couple of days. Katie, still wrapped up in her own mind, lifted her arms automatically and quickly felt some cloth pulled rapidly over them. When Katie saw a collar pulled down past her vision she assumed she was being given a shirt, it was only when she heard a clicking noise between her legs that she belatedly realised this wasn’t a shirt at all! “A onesie!” Katie shouted in shock. As the last snap was done up and the robot removed it’s hand, Katie felt the fluffy diaper between her legs pushed up and against her body. Katie looked down and twisted her body slightly. The onesie was a pastel pink and had little pictures of cartoon bunny rabbits all over it. It was one of the most infantile pieces of clothing Katie could remember seeing and the crinkling that came from the disposable padding between her legs as she moved didn’t help her feelings of being a child. Yet again the robot acted like it couldn’t hear the girl as it took a step back. It observed Katie coldly and when it was satisfied that the onesie was a good fit it picked the young woman up and began to carry her towards the exit of the room. Katie was very glad that no one could see her at this moment. It was incredibly humiliating to be treated like this and no matter how impossible the situation was to escape she felt like a real adult would never let something like this happen. Katie wrapped her arms around the robot’s neck to steady herself as she was carried out of the nursery. She hated her reliance on the robot right now but she couldn’t get away no matter how much she wanted to. Even trying to escape would probably result in everything just getting worse. As much as it pained Katie to think about, her best choice was to just wait it out and hope that when the time period came to an end she would be rescued by her mother. She had to keep her eye on that goal to stop herself going mad.
  7. The Internship

    The final two parts, amounting to about 10,000 words are now available on my Patreon. A $5 subscription will give you access to see them. The last couple of parts will be posted here after they have each been on the Patreon for one week
  8. Bad Husband, Better Baby

    Do not fear... Nick is still the central focus of things and will be in the future, this is all going somewhere
  9. Bad Husband, Better Baby

    Here is the latest update that has been available on my Patreon for the last week I would like to thank everyone for their input on my characters, I always find it interesting to see how they are perceived by others. A big thank you to everyone reading and enjoying the story but a huge thank you to everyone supporting me through Patreon and allowing me to spend so much time writing for you guys: DannyDazzler, Scy Tali, Orion F, John, Diapering Daddy, Eric C, Paul E, Kevin H, Mr. Smileypants, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Zachary U, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, Liv, Lb Iceland, Cyatommorrow, Keen Lover, Emmanuel S, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, P, Kent J, Frank S, C Dom, Scott S, James B, Ben F, P74_1986 On my Patreon you will find early access to all my content (Updated roughly once every four days!) for just $5 a month. For $10 a month you get the early access plus some exclusive Patreon only stories. There are more tiers and more rewards including free commissions so if you are interested feel free to go and check it out. It is only through my wonderful Patros that I can keep up this level of writing <3 https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- “Nick?” Sarah called out uncertainly as she heard the front door open and close. There was no reply. It seemed like as soon as Nick had exited the bedroom he had quickly got dressed and left the house. Sarah had no idea where her husband had gone or if he was coming back. She cursed the fact that this crib was so secure, she had loved it when Nick had been the one locked inside but now she felt so helpless. Sarah couldn’t believe that her husband would leave her alone in the house like this. What if there was an emergency? There was just no way for her to escape this bed. At least Sarah had a moment to take stock of the situation. She looked down at her waist and winced as she saw the white plastic of the nappy secured tightly around her hips. It was almost unbelievable that she had ever got into this position. She felt hopelessness rising within her as she considered some of the horrible possibilities that she faced. Sarah thought about having to go back to work in diapers and felt a cold chill. That was still over a month away though, surely she wouldn’t be kept like this for that long. “Just keep it together.” Sarah told herself as she closed her eyes. The most important thing was to remain calm and be patient. She was a very smart and resourceful person, Nick would slip up and give her a chance. Nick was never the person to consider long term consequences and Sarah had little reason to doubt that sooner or later the door would be left open, she just had to be ready. The diaper crinkled with every slight movement and Sarah started to understand how it could have had such an effect on her husband’s behaviour. It was a very oppressive feeling to have to worry about the noise, Sarah could only imagine what it would be like to be in public like this. In the back of her mind was the knowledge that she might be expected to go outside like this but she had to keep that away from her consciousness. It was too scary to think about. Sarah laid back on the mattress beneath her and took a deep breath. Her hands wandered down her own body and she gently fiddled with the waistband of her padding. It was still hard to believe it was there. The little waistband almost tickled her tummy when it rubbed against her. When she moved her hands further down she could feel the tapes pressing the sides of the nappy against her. Moving her hands down even further, Sarah felt the curving disposable plastic wrap between her legs. It felt so smooth that it was actually a nice feeling to rub her hand against it. In fact, Sarah was getting a little too into the pleasant feelings that rubbing the plastic was causing her and she had to stop when she realised she was ending up feeling a little aroused by it. She would absolutely not allow herself pleasure in these damn nappies. Sarah thought back to the previous day and remembered her time with Jack. It was unbelievable just how much things had changed in less than twenty four hours. She tried to imagine what Jack would think if he could see her like this and felt a small lifting in her spirits. Maybe if she could somehow let Jack know what was happening he would be her knight in shining armour. She didn’t expect Jack to sweep her off her feet, she wouldn’t want him to, but maybe he could talk some sense into Nick and end the madness. The crib was very claustrophobic and it didn’t take long for Sarah to start feeling very boxed in. There is a very distinct and interesting phenomenon that happens to people when they are unable to do something, it suddenly becomes the only thing they can really concentrate on. It was especially noticeable amongst the children that Sarah worked with. In Sarah’s case, the thing her mind had begun obsessing over was the need to eventually use the bathroom. At first she didn’t think about it much at all but very quickly it became a huge concern for her. At some point she would need the bathroom, it had obviously been something she had considered before now but when trapped in the small crib it really started to become clear that she was going to be forced to use her nappy. Almost as soon as Sarah thought about not being able to get to the bathroom, she felt a very sudden rise in her need for relief. Sarah sighed in resignation about her position but she couldn’t make herself use her nappy. She knew it was coming and it was going to unavoidable and wanted to get it over with but no matter how much her brain told her to just let go before it got too uncomfortable, her body refused to obey. The totally silent house was eerie and Sarah felt increasingly restless. The longer she was stuck behind these bars the more she felt desperate to escape them. This really was inhumane, it was like being imprisoned in solitary confinement for no reason. She would never do something like this to another person! --- Nick pulled back up at his house with a wide smile. He was in a fantastic mood and felt liberated by his visit to Kirsty’s house. It felt good to be able to get the upper hand when visiting her, even if she had made some good points he knew that things were now very different to how they had been this morning. It was the dawning of a new era! Stepping out of the car, Nick walked up the driveway and through the front door. He revelled in the silence that control had brought him. No one was ordering him to do something or go somewhere, Nick was able to do as he wanted. The sense of freedom after all that time as a baby was intoxicating, Nick felt like he had some idea how a recently freed prisoner must feel. “Nick?” A faint voice called from upstairs. Nick looked up the stairs. Kirsty was right about one thing. He shouldn’t have left Sarah alone in the crib, he would never tell Kirsty that he thought she was right but the number one parenting rule had to be not to leave the baby alone. Especially locked in the crib. Nick slung the bag of stuff Kirsty had given him over his shoulder and slowly walked up the stairs as he puffed out his cheeks. He wasn’t used to all this movement and effort, even before the enforced babyhood had started Nick had spent most of his time as stationary as possible. “This is what parents complain about…” Nick muttered as he crossed the landing, “So much work.” The air inside the nursery had a distinct odour to it, not something that Nick had really noticed before but coming into the nursery as an outsider seemed to really bring home the smell. It was the scent of used diapers, a pungent mixture of old pee and faeces. The kind of smell common to a young baby’s nursery, not so common in a childless household. The smell felt somehow comforting to Nick. “Hello Sarah.” Nick said brightly as he looked at his almost naked wife, “How are you doing?” Nick received no response and nor did he expect one. He ambled over to the crib and placed the bag of new clothes down on the floor beside the changing table, he saw Sarah looking at it with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Sarah had no idea what would be in that bag but she assumed it wouldn’t be anything that would please her. Dropping the side of the crib, Sarah eagerly made to scoot her way out until Nick’s hand stopped her in her tracks. He pulled his hand lower down Sarah’s body until it rested on her padding. Nick smiled as he saw his wife’s blushing face, a face that looked guilty, that knew what Nick was about to find. Pressing the wet padding against his wife’s delicate opening, Nick could feel the sponginess of the padding. He saw Sarah blush as he rubbed the front of the underwear. It felt good to be the one able to tease rather than the one being teased. “Well, well, well…” Nick said with a smile, “I see someone needed the potty whilst I was gone.” Sarah looked away as her mouth twisted into a thin-lipped frown. She didn’t like this wet feeling around her waist and she certainly didn’t like the way Nick was talking to her. She tried to keep a lid on her anger though, she assumed that the quicker Nick got bored or saw that she had learned her lesson that they could end this charade. “Couldn’t wait for Daddy to come home?” Nick asked. “No…” Sarah eventually said quietly when Nick wouldn’t let her move without an answer. “No what?” Nick asked. His hand squeezed the spongy padding at the front of his wife’s nappy. “No, Daddy.” Sarah spat out as she lost her temper, “Are you happy? You got me to say it.” “Ecstatic.” Nick said sarcastically. His face had no hint of a smile now, “We should get you changed.” Nick finally moved his hand away from Sarah’s nappy and let her jump down. As she did so the heavy padding drooped between her legs slightly, her gait had become much more of a waddle now and Sarah wondered how on Earth her husband could put up with this for so long. “Where did you go?” Sarah asked with annoyance as she clambered on to the changing table and laid down. “I went to see Aunty Kirsty.” Nick said, “To pick some stuff up for you.” “Kirsty!?” Sarah replied with wide eyes, “She… She knows?” “I told her everything.” Nick smiled as he pulled the tapes off the nappy and watched the swollen front flop down. Sarah didn’t know whether to feel humiliated or hopeful that Kirsty now knew what was happening. On the one hand she might be able to help her, on the other it was embarrassing that her friend knew that the tables had turned. Sarah laid in silence but jumped suddenly when she felt the cold touch of the wet wipes. She shuddered a little as she felt herself get cleaned before the used nappy was pulled out from underneath her. “Cold, isn’t it?” Nick asked already knowing the answer. He balled up the nappy and dropped into the trash can by the door. Nick unfolded a new nappy and quickly placed it under Sarah. He couldn’t deny that she looked good like this, she was shaped perfectly for Nick and when he saw his wife undressed it was almost enough to make him forget what she had done, almost enough to make him prematurely end everything. Almost. Nick pulled up the new nappy before his will power collapsed entirely and taped the padding closed. He smiled as Sarah sat up and the quiet room was filled with crinkling. He knew he was hardly in a position to be making fun of something like that but it felt like at least a little justice. Opening up the bag, Nick pulled out the first thing his hand found. A long satin dress, white in colour and with little bows over where the breasts would be. Nick thought that there didn’t seem to be much difference between what a sissy wears and what a baby girl wears but he guessed that was the point. “Arms up.” Nick commanded. Sarah rolled her eyes and took a deep breath but put her hands in the air all the same. Nick smiled, he remembered when he had tried to fight everything that happened. “You can keep fighting it…” Nick said as he slipped the clothes over his wife’s head, “But you know as well as I do that resistance can only get you so far.” Nick pulled the dress down and smoothed it over Sarah’s body. It was a little too big for her but if anything that made her look even more like a small child. Sarah had a face like thunder which only made Nick smile more widely. He turned to leave the room but heard Sarah clear her throat behind him. “You need to do the zip up for me.” Sarah said quietly, her face as red as a tomato, “It’s on the back. I can’t reach it.” Nick walked back over and behind his wife to sharply yank the zip up. This was a lot more work than the little boys clothes were Nick thought lazily. “Alright, let’s go downstairs.” Nick said as he walked towards the door once again. Sarah wanted to find a reason not to. She didn’t really know why but she just felt so much more exposed outside of this bedroom. As she stepped into the hallway she was hit by the cooler air outside the bedroom, it was quite refreshing and not entirely unpleasant. She followed Nick down the stairs and into the living room. Nick smiled broadly as he looked over to the wall and saw his computer sitting idly like it was inviting him to come to it. “Alright you can, I don’t know, sit in the playpen?” Nick said as he vaguely gestured over to the fenced in area. Sarah had the distinct impression that he hadn’t really thought this all through properly, that he didn’t know what he was doing. She sighed and walked herself into the toddler prison. Nick fiddled with the door briefly to lock it and then immediately turned his back to go turn on the computer. Hearing the fans whir into life was like a blast from the past for Nick. It was just as he was entering in his log in information that he was distracted by his wife clearing her throat again. “What?” Nick asked in annoyance as he looked over to Sarah. “I’m thirsty… And hungry.” Sarah said as she stood awkwardly in the middle of the playpen. “And?” Nick asked. He was a little slow to catch on when distracted with the exciting prospect of using the computer. “And you need to look after me…” Sarah continued. Her voice betrayed how shocked she was by her husband’s incompetence “Ugh.” Nick rolled his eyes and walked out to the kitchen. Sarah just shook her head as he walked by. Being a baby like this for him was horrible but the least Nick could do was look after her properly. Sarah sat down on her padded rear and looked around at her surroundings. She was just looking at the meagre choices for “entertainment” when she heard banging coming from the kitchen. A minute later she watched Nick stomp back into the room. He dropped a bottle into the playpen and then a single apple that bounced off the ground and rolled to Sarah. Finally, Nick dropped a packet of crisps next to Sarah. “Is that it?” Sarah asked as she looked at her lunch without appetite. “I’m sorry, baby.” Nick replied with false sorrow, “We are fresh out of lobster and caviar.” Nick smirked at his own humour before sitting down in front of his computer and putting his feet up. As he fired up his favourite game he smiled when that familiar music came through his headphones. Nick put them over his ears and cut out the outside world. Nothing mattered except for his game. Sarah watched her husband get absorbed in his game with dismay. She looked at her rather dismal lunch without much appetite but she sucked from the baby’s bottle to quench her thirst. It was a little embarrassing to be reduced to this but it was worth it for the refreshing and cold milk. Sarah thought she knew what it meant to be bored but she had never experienced anything like the next few hours in that playpen. Time seemed to lose all meaning as she listlessly sat in the toddler space, she gained a new appreciation for what had happened to Nick and she despaired when she considered that she could be spending day after day like this.