Sissy Becky

You’re right, sorry about that! ### Chapter 11 Christine stopped the stroller in front of the big black monolith of a door to the Discipline Room. Its big white letters made it clear exactly whom and what this room was for. Below that were the words "Today's safe word is" and tucked in a nameplate holder was a piece of paper with the word "Banana" written on it in light blue sharpie. "We won't be needing that." Christine pulled the safe word out, and crumpled up the piece of paper. "Open wide" She said, and before I knew it, I had the safe word stuffed in my mouth. "Chew and swallow sweety! Does it taste like Bananas?" She left me to chew on the paper and its implications. There was a mural that was painted all around and on the door. On the left hand side of the door were a bunch of cute baby animals that were acting out. There was a piglet in a highchair with his mouth shut, arms crossed and head turned while a disembodied hand held out a spoon of green mush. A naughty puppy with a mischievous grin was taking their soiled diaper off. Just below that was a kitty sneaking out of her crib at night time. Beside her was a skunk filling their diapers noisily right in front of a potty. Finally, right next to the door there was a little sissy lamb that just looked scared. Christine walked up to a bunny that was swearing, a little spikey word balloon full of grawlix coming out of their mouth. "Look, it's you!" She exclaimed, then she stood back a little, making room for both of us to take it all in. I finally swallowed the paper, it’s woody and slightly toasted flavour offset by the leftover solvent from the sharpie. I was sure this wouldn’t be the worst thing I’d taste this weekend, or even today. Right next to the door jam there were cartoonish drawings of all kinds of implements of sadistic punishment and wonderful torture. Spankers, floggers, canes, tawses, hair brushes, rulers and implements of all sorts. Towards the bottom of the door were stylized flames and lightning and a pitchfork or two. Above the door were soft blues, happy clouds and a golden halo, all framed by a rainbow. On the right side of the door jam were more cartoonish implements of pain and discipline. Further to the right the same set of animals were shown. The piglet had a feeding gag, his eyes softly shut and was peacefully gulping down his dinner. The puppy was in locking plastic pants giving puppy dog eyes. The kitty was in the same sleep sack I spent the night in, staring up at the mobile in her crib. The skunk was on their hands and knees, eyes closed, ass up, getting an enema. The bunny had tears in his eyes and was in a paci-gag, bubbles were dribbling from behind the gag and floating out of his poor ears. Finally the poor lamb was kneeling, eyes downcast and in a collar. He had a look of soft peace on his face that was framed by a cute ruffled, lacy, pink, poofy bonnet. Christine swiped the card lock and we entered. I could immediately hear the smacking of some poor little getting a really sound spanking. "Go on Tammy, touch it. That's what you wanted to do wasn't it?" It was that teacher from earlier wielding a long thin wooden paddle with heart-shaped holes in it. His tall and athletic form dominating the center of the room. He was dressed in a very classic leather daddy outfit. His black cap had a red heart in the middle of it, and in the middle of that was the outline of a blue pacifier. It echoed the colors of the leather pride flag. His leather vest framed his musculature. He did in fact have assless chaps, but was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans underneath that left nothing to the imagination. He stood like the owned the room. Beside him was a movable partition with hooks on it, and a wide array of spanking implements. Tammy was the sissy I saw touching herself earlier. ”She” was bent over a device that looked like a combination between an A-frame and a gymnastics horizontal bar. "Her" ass was on display to the class, and because of the way she was bent over, she could watch the rest of her class as they observed her get a spanking. “She” was wearing a very cute and short pink skirt and a pink sailor onesie. On her feet were locking black high heeled bondage Mary Janes that were attached to either side of the A-frame. There were white ruffle socks poking out. Her sopping wet Bunny Hopps diaper lay on a plastic sheet on the floor and was positioned very close to her face, framed by her golden curly hair. Every time the paddle smacked her ass she would sway and stumble. A rope that was attached to her wrist restraints went through the base of the horizontal bar, and sections of rope were attached to a smaller rope that went to her nipple clamps. As long as she held her arms out in front of her, they wouldn't be pulled, but if she steadied herself on the bar or the floor, or moved her arms up to touch herself, it would pull on the chain tightly. The rest of the class that observed me earlier was watching the scene in fascination. The whole scene was illuminated by a few well placed halogen lights. I locked eyes with Tammy and I saw her tears glittering in them. The light of the room was low but focused by the use of more glowing halogens. The walls and ceilings were covered with dark sound absorption panels, and there was a thick dark brown carpet. Most of the “furniture” here was black and with the lighting, they just looked like scary shapes that said ”This place is not a place of honour”. On the far side of the room was a kitchenette also well illuminated. "Go on you stinky little sissy! I saw the way you were touching your diaper while you watched that baby get an enema!” The teacher rained down a series of blows on her back side to punctuate the admonishments. “ Such a pervert." The cracks of the paddle muffled by the soft carpeted room. Tammy was struggling and stumbling and moaning and yelping in pain. Her tears and cries said she hated it, but the size of her erection told a different story. "Come on! “ Smack! “Touch yourself, sissy!" Each word was punctuated by the loud crack of the paddle. Tammy whined as "she" moved her hand to her hard penis. She started to stroke it, each movement tugging her nipples painfully. "Remember class, you need to tell me before Tammy starts to cum—“ Another wallop hit Tammy hard, knocking her astray. “—or everyone here will find themselves just like Tammy here." Again the teacher punctuated each word with a stinging crack of the paddle. The stern discipline continued. The teacher was really giving Tammy a spanking for all it was worth. Tammy was busy furiously stroking herself and trying to stay balanced. The “class” of adults was engrossed, sucking on their pacifiers intently. The ones at the back had gotten up on their knees to see better. Every time Tammy would get close to an orgasm the teacher would only spank her harder. She would lose her balance, forcing her to stop and steady herself from falling. She’d moan and whine pittifully, but obediently continue. Tammy’s rubbing would get more and more furious the longer this went on, only to be cut short by a loud crack from the paddle. Then the whole process started again. After a lot of whining, moaning, rubbing and panting from Tammy she finally seemed to be able to finish. She stiffened against her restraints. She squeezed her eyes down tight. The room was quiet. "Mr. Tom Sir!" The class cheered in unison. "Stop!" He bellowed, and at the same time landed a particularly hard smack on Tammy's bottom. Tammy yelped and stopped stroking to catch her balance, but not soon enough. Her eyes shot open and she watched as a few dribbles of her ruined orgasm ineffectually oozed out and dripped, spattering on the plastic sheet right in front of her face. Each dribble making a pit pat as it landed. Tammy let out a pathetic little moan. This only caused the class to let out a cheer and the teacher grinned like a movie star and spun the paddle around in his hands like it was a drumstick or a baton. "Well class, it looks like Tammy is going to be cleaning up her mess and taking all of your punishments for the rest of the day. You all did a very, very good job." The class just beamed up at him. Tammy's upside down face framed by her golden ringlet curls had a look of painful disgust on her face. The tears were rolling down her forehead. “What did we learn in class today?” “Keeping our hands to ourselves doesn’t mean touching ourselves.” They all said in unison. Especially Tammy. ‘Good Job.” The teacher gave Tammy's ass another smack with the paddle to drive the point home. "Well, it looks like we have a tardy little sissy baby to join us on this Sunday morning's class" The teacher said, looking straight at me, grinning widely. I withered under his stare. "You’re right Tom, She was quite the potty mouth this morning too. She swore twice." Christine was unbuckling me and unclipping my restraints. "Twice?' His grin widened and voice boomed. "She's as naughty a sissy as little slut Tammy here!" he guffawed a little, giving her ass a smack with his bare hand and copping a feel. "Yes, she was quite the little pervert at breakfast this morning too." Christine responded. One of the adult babies sitting at the back shot up his hand. He was wearing a set of blue shortalls and a colorful ducky patterned onesie. His black hair was peeking out from beneath a bucket hat with the same ducky pattern. "Yes Joey?", Christine called on him like an elementary school principal. “JayJay—” Tom interjected. “I’m sorry, JayJay. Yes?” "I saw! He was in the Princess Potty Pants chair and he was really enjoying himself!" "She sure was, wasn't she sweety?" Christine replied, smiling at him, enjoying the opportunity to patronize the both of us. The teacher surveyed his little class "Ok little ones, you can either stay here and help us punish Tammy and her new pamps pooping sissy friend, or you can go to the baby playroom to have fun. Who is going to go to the playroom?" The teacher asked. One of the girls at the front shot up her hand. She looked left and right at her two male friends and grabbed their hands and shot them up as well. "Oh us! Please Mr. Tom Sir!" She was dressed like a princess and even had a tiara. Her 2 male companions were both dressed in a t-shirt and diaper only. Both were wearing colorful socks offset by their white sneakers. "Are you going to behave, little Victoria?" Tom asked. "Yes! Yes! I promise!" "Jake, Mikey, are you boys also going to behave?" "Yes sir." they said in unison. "PLEEEEEASE?" Victoria begged. "Okay. You can go." Victoria shot up and dragged both the boys up at the same time and started towards the door clutching both their hands. Christine put her hand up to stop them. She gripped Victoria's chin and spoke up. "Now Victoria, I want you to go to the front desk by the elevator okay? Tell the staff member there that you are taking care of these two, and you need a collar and a set of reins for each of them." Victoria just nodded, grinning ear to ear. Both of the boys didn't seem happy with this, but one of them was clearly tenting their diaper. "No dawdling! Now out you go!" Christine swiped her card on the inner lock and opened the door, and off Victoria went, skipping and giggling, dragging both boys behind her. She turned to me smiling "Okay Becky, let's get you ready for your punishment."

### Chapter 10 "Becky, come back sweety." Christine's sing song voice was unmistakable. I started to shiver, and cry. Not again. "I'm sorry sweety, everything needs to come out so we can continue our day" I started to float back and I could feel it again. More pain. Everywhere. Nothing had changed. I started to cry through...cry ... well that was a comfort, at least the endoscope was removed. "Just like a little baby. That's okay sweety, just let it out. Here." Christine cooed and the nipple of a pacifier-gag gently nestled between my lips, the buckles rested against my cheeks. "We'd better get that plug out of her before she fully comes to, otherwise it will be hard to get it out later." The Doctor said. He disconnected all of the connections and set them aside. Christine handed the doctor a large syringe and a little plug. "The plug goes were the enema tube was. That's it. Now, open that little plug on the side there. Perfect, now shoot the syringe of lube right there. Yup. All the way. That spreads a fresh coating of lube all along the plug." "This is perfect" The Doctor replied. "We're lucky to have you Christine." I’m not sure if it was the added lube or the nitrous, but the plug came out a lot easier then it did going on. At the same time Christine was releasing my eyelids from their terrible retraint. I was finally able to close my eyes. I clamped them shut just as my sphincter closed over the first ridge of the plug. "2 more to go little one. And each one is easier than the last." Nurse Elise was encouraging me. Someone was pressing a cold cloth against my tender eye lids. I felt someone manipulate the catheter and then heard liquid drain into a cup. "We can save this for later Becky." Christine gently whispered in my ears. I shuddered. "Ok, little girl, help out, push!” Even The Doctor was encouraging. I was too spent to try and help push it out. I just had to suffer the indignity of the doctor pulling the plug out of me. At the same time Nurse Elise was had deflated the bulb of the catheter and started to pull it out. Christine just sat with me, stroking my face, and keeping my eyes covered by the cold wet towel while I moaned throughout the whole ordeal. “Just relax sweety. You just relax and let them take everything out okay? Shhhhh you’re doing fine. Just suckle your pacifier and breathe.” Christine tenderly coo’ed in my ear. Finally I made it past the last ridge and the plug make a big "splort" as it came out. Elise released my tender balls from their the poking, crushing prison. she then started to use nursery fresh scent wipes and started to clean off my cock and balls and slipped the cage on before I had a chance to become hard again. After all went through I was still turned on, perhaps even more so with this gentle attention and affection. Nurse Elise finished off with giving my backside a good wipe, which certainly didn’t help matters. "Now lets get a fresh diaper on you, get you all dressed up and continue with our day okay sweety? You’ve done a very good job today with the Doctor." Christine whispered. She tenderly unrestrained my wrists and removed the straps around my head so I could gently tilted up to a comfortable resting position. I let out a long ragged sigh coupled with a shuddering whine. Despite how hot I found the experience, I was done with this place. Christine had put a little game system into my hands and wrapped my fingers around it before patted my head. It was small, and looked similar to a Game Boy—but soft pink and childish. The screen was full of pastels; especially pink, lavender and yellow. "Go ahead and press start sweety. You play this game while we clean you up and get you ready." Christine cooed. I really just wanted to get out of here, to call it quits and leave. It was all too much. Christine clearly saw it in my face. "Come on sweety. Be a good girl and play your game for me. We'll take care of everything else. You can just be our little baby. We'll be gentle. I promise." Christines breathed into my ear. It made my hair stand up on end. Well, I needed to get dressed before anything else, so why not? I pressed the start button and was treated to a kaleidoscope of pastel colors and a character selection screen. After a cute intro scene I was dumped into a game of what was obviously Tetris. This wasn’t your distant soviet uncle’s Tetris. The "game-feel" of it was immaculate. When you cleared a line the screen would shake a little and the system would vibrate a little. There was constantly words of encouragement on the screen. It's like the game was a preschool teacher telling me how good a little girl I was. Every once in awhile a couple of words would flash by to fast to read. > 🎀 A tetris? Good job princess! Good Girl! ^(Good girls use their diapers and make pushies.) As I played this game, I felt Christine and Nurse Elise release me from the restraints. I was too involved to pay any attention to all that. The visuals of the game were very pretty. It was very babyish. There were lots of bows, bottles, hearts ,and sparkles… everywhere! There was a cast of adorable animal characters and as I continued playing I got invested in their sweet small stories. I felt my bum getting tapped twice and I lifted it up and felt a fresh disposable being slid under me. When I put my bum down I felt warmth, like it was kept on a heat register. I sighed, nestled into the snuggly fluffy cloud, and kept focusing on clearing more lines and making more Tetrises. Someone had put headphones over my ears and plugged them in. Now the sound coming from the teeny tiny tinny speaker exploded in a massive surround sound symphony. I could feel the bass. I was sucked into this world. > 🍼 Let’s see what our new kitten friend has to show us about making T-spins? ^(Good girls curtsey to adults.) I felt someone put a fresh coat of warm baby lotion on. I relaxed into the gentle care and the game at the same time. The massage was very soothing. Next it was a very generous dusting of powder, and I revelled in the scent. Then another cable was plugged into the machine and attached it to my cage. This took the game to a new level. When I got a Tetris, I felt a pleasurable jolt of e-stim juice go through my cage. It was glorious. There was even a little cut scene the first time it happened and the little bunny character—because of course I chose bunny in the character selection screen—the little bunny character was rewarded for being a good girl bunny. I also felt the reward all around my cage, and I wanted more! >💖 Good job! Look at that T-spin! That just shows how good you are at listening! Good girl! ^(Good girls wet their diaper.) The story was an adorable Aesop's fable teaching good manners fit for a place like this: listening to your caretaker, filling your diaper, and being a good little baby; but also things like embracing your sexuality, exploring your gender, being curious and inquisitive, and helping others be the best they can. I was good at Tetris, but after awhile I couldn’t keep up with the constant barrage of blocks. The game made a "pamper filled" kind of joke and gave a playful jolt to my cage. Enough to shock me and hurt a little. This just made the thing that much more enjoyable. There were stakes at being able to play well! > ✨ It’s time for Billie Bunny to stop playing, so he is going to stop immediately and curtsey… Look at what a good little girl Billie Bunny is! ^(You are a good girl inside, you just need to show it.) I was in love with this game. The fact that it gave you little sparks of pleasure every time you did well was great. The fact that if you failed you got a harsher jolt just made it even better. I got so lost in it I barly noticed when some apple juice come through the paci gag and sucked it down. It didn’t bother me much. It was sweet and good and I was thirsty. It made me feel small and sweet and good. After a little while I heard an egg timer going off somewhere and the screen slowly melted away into a message that said: "Your caretaker has paused the game. Do you remember what good little girls do?" I knew this! It was right from the story in the game! I was sad to stop playing this wonderful game, but I had to show everyone I was a good girl. "Yes Miss Christine?" I excitedly asked, immediately taking off the headphones and putting the game system to my side. Christine pressed a button on her keychain and I felt the wonderful pulse of estim across my cage. I had done well! Then I looked confused. Wait, where was the paci gag? The Doctor, Nurse Elise and Christine all laughed. I felt really bashful. I realized I was wearing a pink fairy-girl onsie. It's low Peter Pan color was full of sparkles and the white sleeves were really puffy. I had a pink sparkly tutu, but my clear plastic pants and diaper were peeking through the leg-holes of the onsie and pink tulle. My socks were pure white and I was wearing pink slippers reminiscent of ballet shoes. I glittered under the operating light. They must have changed me into this outfit while I was playing the game. "Good Girl." Christine patted my cheek softly. "I want you to thank The Doctor and Nurse for taking care of you today." I immediately jumped off the exam couch and curtsied—as best as I could, because that's what the game told me every good girl should do. "Thank you Doctor, thank you Nurse." I said. I tried to say it in my sweetest voice. Not silly and high-pitched and full of lisps, but little, and quiet and respectful. Wait a second. What was going on? I just went through actual torture with these people! But I kinda liked it too. Really liked it. The whole scene was extremely hot even if it was far too much for me to handle. But why was I acting like this? Christine took the game and headphones and put them in a small My Melody backpack. She guided me over to the stroller that was waiting for me, and I found myself in a ’simple’ 5 point harness, my ankles restrained to the footrest and my wrists to the side. Apparently I had my pink fur-lined leather restraints put on as well. "Goodbye Becky. Thank you for visiting me. We'll see you again soon!" The Doctor said. Nurse Elise just winked and I shuddered involuntarily making them both laugh at me "Ok, let's get going. We need to get you to your discipline session." With that Christine pushed a pacifier in my mouth. "Don't forget this!" Nurse Elise said, and popped the large e-stim unit in my backpack. I was in trouble. Christine responded with a smile, "Thanks Elise! I can’t wait to play with this ’game’ a little more." I was pushed through the double doors in my stroller and the Nurse Elise joined us in walking down the hallway while I was pushed along. "I'll send you both video feeds and all the data we gathered from the session later today." "Thank you. I think today wen't quite well. What did you think Becky?" I craned my Head up and looked up at her. I knew what I *should* say. "Thank you Miss Christine, I loved it," but that's not really what I felt inside. Wait a second. What was going on with me? Why was my first thought to say "Thank you Miss Christine, I loved it"? "Use your words sweety, what did you like about the session?" I could answer this. I spat out my pacifier and said "I really liked the gas. I mean, it was good to get away from all that pain, it was too hard to handle, especially with the endoscope! But I love the feeling of the mask, the feeling of drifting way. I loved the restraints too. The catheter was intense, and I’m not sure if I loved it or hated it. I dunno. It's hard to say that I liked the session cause it was so…wow…but I loved being so trapped and powerless. It didn't matter what I did, everything was just going to happen and I couldn't stop it. But I don't know if I could do it again." Elise looked at Chrstine "We only get her for a week?" "I know! We're running late, we'd better go." Christine replied. Elise pressed a button behind her desk and the big heavy door buzzed and out we went. "What did you think of the new enema plug I made sweety?" She asked as she wheeled me down the hall way. "You made that?!?" I was incredulous. "I hated it and I loved it. It was too big, but I guess that's part of the charm. It really felt like it was ripping my asshole ..." "Language!" She cut me off sharply. "I'm sorry." I blanched. "You're going to pay for that. Go on though, 'it felt like it was ripping your...'" She smiled a sly smile. "Anus. I'm sure it is ripped it to shreds." "That's an interesting choice of words. I think 'bum-hole', 'caboose' or 'bussy' is more appropriate for a little one like you don't you think?" "Yes Miss Christine." I replied, almost automatically. What got into me? "Now I wouldn't worry about tearing. That's why we went to The Doctor. He specializes in taking care of little bussys. I am sure you'll be seeing him again at least once or twice more this this week." My eyes widened at the suggestion. "Did it feel good? The plug I mean." "Oh yes. It hurt like hell..." "LANGUAGE!" She snapped, Louder still. I needed to watch that! I guess 'hell' is a swear. "it hurt real bad..." "Your little bussy won't be the only thing hurting, what with all your profanity. But go on, it hurt like..." I knew the game she was tying to play. She was trying to get me to swear again. "It hurt real bad..." I continued "But the vibrating and ridges felt really good when it was inside of me. And that little bump on my prostate was mind blowing." "Good. do you think it's ready for general use?" "It feels too big. Unless everyone else who uses it also has the nitrous option." "Oh, that size was just for you sweety. You've been a big help. Once it's been clean and sterilized we'll have fun with it again." "I don't know if I could handle that..." "Too bad!" She popped my pacifier in my mouth and went silent letting me stew in the implications of her words as she pushed me down the hallway. It looks like I was locked in, figuratively and literally. I have at least one more session with that plug in my future, never mind the estim unit in my new backpack. That left me to think back, what an experience that was! Even a quarter of what I went through would have been too much. But all of it, all at once? That was a level of intensity I had never experienced before. But to have the combination of the nitrous bringing me out of and into everything over and over again was mindblowing. But I didn’t feel the need to process it the same way that I felt like I needed to process my bath. My bath this morning shook me to my core. It didn’t make any sense. The bath was hard to handle, sure, but it was nothing like what I just went though. The eyelid clamps and endoscopy were something I've never experienced, and certainly not in a for-play sexual situation like this. Even the catheter was mostly new to me. I remembered the feeling of just being an object. Like I was a piece of meat that they were performing horrible procedures on, and how much that not only excited me, but was also fulfilling. I was straining against my cage again just thinking about it. Especially at the end when everyone was telling me to breathe. It really tickled something deep inside of me—that wasn't just the endoscope! And then I remembered afterwards, when the three of them were doting on me, and I just played the game. I felt so small and cared for. Clothing would just get put on me and I would still be playing the game, trying to clear as many lines as possible and be the best behaved little sissy bunny I could. I needed to play that game again. I hadn't felt like this in a long time. That deep inner need to be playing a game that has captured my attention. Which was silly! Here I was in a place where every little fantasy of mine was getting fulfilled, and I want to play a stupid game? But also, I didn't feel as deeply affected by my experience. I could swear that there was a connection between that and the game. Yes it was tough to stomach (sorry), but I felt safe and protected and cared for afterwards. It was scary at the time, but it didn't have the same kind of aftershocks. I've had worse aftershocks for far less. After a little while Christine spoke up. "Do you regret putting '5' on all of the sections of your content form?" I thought about it a bit, then spat my pacifier out. "No. It's been hard so far, but I've never experienced anything like this." The little "Huh" that she replied with told me that she would be doing everything in her power to make sure I did. Then we got to the big black door with the words "Discipline Room" emblazoned on it.

### Chapter 9 Warning: This is easily the most intense chapter I have ever written. This gets into some scary medical stuff. You won’t be missing anything important if you decide to skip this one, and I certainly wouldn’t blame you. ——Nitrous Oxide (Wikipedia) I heard voices. They came from far away. I felt like I was some place that was at the end of a very long tunnel. Again I heard a sing song voice. Some snapping. A bright light shone in my eye. "There, she's coming back slightly. Becky? Can you hear us?" I tried to speak. There was laughter at the noises that were being made. Muffled gargling. That was me. I was the muffled gargling. Oh yeah, I was gagged! Wait a second, This was a different gag. I looked at myself through the mirrors. The round orbs of my eyes stared back at me, my eyelids stretched back by the little clamps. The penis gag was removed and I could see a long black tube going into my mouth. "Good girl, coming back to us to see how your Endoscopy is progressing." Christine purred. I broke out into a sweat, and she mopped my brow. The Doctor had taken position beside Christine and was manipulating the tube snaking down my throat. I felt the panic welling up from deep inside of me. Or was that the endoscope? "Nurse, please do an intramuscular injection of Ondansetron. After that reduce the nitrous down to 30%" I could still feel the e-stim sending pulsing zaps through my prostate. It was still on a high setting. Or at least, what I felt was high. I don’t think I made it half of the way through the available power. Didn't Nurse Elise say that Christine could borrow this box? Boy I’m gonna be in trouble. My thinking was all over the place. The nipple clamps were still on nice and tight. My eyelids still held open painfully by the cruel little speculums. I was thankful that either Elise or Christine would administer drops to make sure my eyes didn't dry out. My urethra was on fire because of the catheter, and the pressure on my bladder was really starting to build. My stomach was in knots because my balls were still being crushed and poked, nevermind the endoscope snaking through it. The enema nozzle/contraption was still undulating and buzzing as well. Under normal circumstances this would have been sensory overload, but I was sleep deprived and coming down for the 3rd time from a nitrous oxide high. 3rd time? 4th time? How many times was I taken out of my body, only to find myself falling painfully back in, white hot fire slowly flowing up my nerve endings? And here I was, falling further and further into my body, all of the aches and pains and ouches and sensations building back up to a slow crescendo. There was a gurgling sound, it took me a second to realize that gurgling sound was me, trying to contend with the tube that kept going deeper and deeper down my throat, stomach and small intestine. "Well, good news, it seems as if the Carolina Reapers did very little damage to her digestive system. I don't think she is fit for any more of it this week though. My professional recommendation is that it should be next Sunday the earliest before she gets that kind of treatment again." I heard The Doctor say as consciousness pain-fully returned. "Oh, that'll break poor Beth's heart" Christine replied. I could hear the genuine disappointment in Christine’s voice, but something didn't feel right, I couldn't think through as to why. The Doctor’s white scrubs and rubber gloves and gas mask were contrasted by Christine’s black scrubs and evil-grinning face mask. Nurse Elise was a combination of the two in her white fetish nurse uniform and white grinning face mask. I was swimming in a fog of nitrous, sleep deprivation and pain. I felt the jab of a needle go into my thigh. What was happening? "Bring it down to 20%" I knew what that meant. The pains became more sharp. I became more aware of the intrusion of the endoscope. It was the oddest feeling. I could feel it moving around in my small intestine. It was the most disconcerting feeling I've ever experienced. I let out a moan. "Do you feel that?" It was The Doctor. I could tell he was enjoying this. I mumbled an affirmative around the endoscope. "You feel the endoscope inside of you?" He continued his questioning. I felt it slide in further and deeper, causing me to gurgle a little bit and I tried my best to mumble through another affirmative. Christine moping my brow again and replenishing the moisture in my eyes, her mask grinning down at me. "100% oxygen" The Doctor said. I saw his eyes light up through his mask and his tone told me he enjoyed every minute of it. Then the panic came. I know, I know, I've said this a lot. But that's because this whole visit to The Doctor was a lot! This panic was different. A deep one that I couldn't control. I started struggling. I needed to get this thing out of my throat. The other one out of my ass, and that other one out of my dick. I needed to get out. NOW. It was no good. The restraints were too tight and too strong. These were hospital restraints made just for something like this. The room went silent except for my moaning, struggling and grunting. The three of them watched as I came further and further into my body and into the present. Their inaction only raising more panic within me. The pain ratcheted up higher and higher. The heart monitor was beeping much faster, the rebreathing bag sped up in time with my breath. Christine mopped my brow as I squealed and pleaded in a guttural language. I felt everything get extremely real. I was left like this. I could feel the endoscope dive deeper into me. I started to retch. "Hold on." The Doctor said. "Breathe." I heard Christine command. The endoscope went deeper. Everything was on fire. I tried to breathe. Each breath pulled me further into my body and into the pain. I retched again. "Breathe." Christine said. Her voice was part command, part chant and both implored and expected action. I was hyperventilating. Everything hurt. I wanted to escape. I made another attempt at breathing, sweat was pouring off of me and collecting in cold puddles where my skin met the pink nursery print plastic of the table. "Come on Becky, I know you're in there, breathe deeply." It was Christine. Her voice was tender. I slowed my breath down, and let out a shuttering moan. ”That’s it. That’s a good girl” She coo’ed. I slowed my breathing down, the monitor slowed down. Again the endoscope went deeper still causing me to retch again. "Breathe sweety. We're going to keep going until we're done." I took a shuddering breath, cried and moaned through the endoscope. It went further still. It felt absolutely impossible to manage. I was a writhing mass in my bonds, sweating profusely. The scope went deeper and I retched again. "Come on Becky, breathe." Christine was gently patting my head. My eyes were filling up with tears but the cruel speculums holding them open make it difficult for the tears to escape. "You're almost done, just a little more." Even The Doctors cool demeanour warmed up a little. I breathed again. Every exhalation was coupled with a shuddering whine. The scope was pushed further and further, each push was coupled with a retch. "Alright. Everything down here is clear. We’ve gone far enough. Lets take her nitrous up to 60%" These words of the Doctors were like a lifeline. I breathed in the sweet nitrous. Another wave of disassociation hit. I retched again. Christine was wiping my brow softly. "There there, breathe. Breathe. Take it in. That's good. Breathe." She coo'ed tenderly. I felt the gloves of the doctors hands on my shoulders. His deep voice softly intoning words of encouragement as I floated away. "You're almost done. We just need to take everything out." And then I went out.

### Chapter 8 Warnings: scenes of intense medical torture and consensual non-consent. For the purposes of dramatic tension I wont go into exact details. Just know that intense medical play and torture lies ahead. Skip to Chapter 10 if you need to! I was strapped to the exam table and was given the most intense anal experience ever by the hand of The Doctor and Christine’s new invention. At the end he exclaimed. "Now we can start with the nitrous." Nurse Elise unwrapped a pink nasal hood and attached it to a set of white rubber hoses. She fiddled a little with the anesthesia cart, and then draped it over my nose. The bubble-gum smell of it was both unmistakably pink and sickly sweet. She securely attached it to the sides of the padding that keeping me in place. As I breathed in and out I could hear the little clicking of the one way valve. "10%" The Doctor said simply and I smelled the sweet nitrous mix in with the bubble gum scent. It felt good and the sound of the hissing gas took on a new quality. I breathed deep and watched as the rebreathing bag expanded and collapse. The smell of rubber mingling with bubble-gum, nitrous and disinfectant. The ever present click as the one-way valve engaged when I exhaled. My head was swimming in laughing gas and sleep deprivation. I was staring at myself through a set of strategically placed mirrors. My eyes clamped open and bugged out, my mouth ratcheted painfully open. My penis semi-erect and cathetered and my balls crushed by the cruel vice and poked at from the pins inside. It all hurt. But not as bad as before. The blood pressure cuff made a whirring sound as it stiffened again. And then we waited. I breathed in the sweet smelling gas and everyone looked at me. The heart monitor beeping in time with the stiffening cuff of the blood pressure monitor. I couldn't help but stare at my naked form. The machines kept beeping. Then after an eternity I watched as The Doctor turned the estim up again, causing me to yelp out. "Nurse, will you gag the patient? With all that yelling she is going to be filling this room full of nitrous and we'll all be high. Let's save that for later tonight if we want to." "Would love to!" Elise said. I watched as she grabbed a black rubber penis gag. It was mounted on a white panel of thick rubber and two long rubber straps. In the center of a panel was a ring, just like a pacifier. She gently eased it into mouth. The head of the black rubber dong ever so slightly tickled my uvula. She smoothed out the rubber face shield against my face and fed the rubber straps behind my hand and wrapping it around overtop, keeping it in place, air tight and making it so I had to breathe through my nose. "10% power at 10% N2O. Bump up the nitrous to 20%" Recited The Doctor. I felt myself drifting further and further away. There was so much sensation, but it didn't bother me until I was jolted by another shock across my prostate and penis. Again I moaned but it was muffled by the thick rubber covering my mouth. "12% power at 20. 30% nitrous." HIs tone was businesslike and cold. I started to feel pins and needles everywhere, and the sensation of floating was even more pronounced. I still felt a sharp jolt but it just didn't seem bad. "Becky, I want you to moan any time you feel pain." I heard a woman's voice say. I couldn't tell who it was. The machines beeped. The rebreathing bag expanded, collapsed. Another jolt came, it hurt. Should I moan? I let out a hesitant groan. "15" the disembodied voice of the doctor intoned. There was another jolt. That one I felt and the moan that escaped my lips was genuine. "Going to 40% nitrous." I could feel myself slip further and further away. Again the jolts came, I could feel them, but it didn't matter. I felt my consciousness float out of me. I felt like this before when I visited the dentist. This was different. I was looking at my body, but feeling like my self as being... outside of myself. "Becky... Becky... did you feel that?" I did. I felt something. It was the estim again, but it barely registered. "Going up to 20% power and keeping the level steady" The Doctor intoned. I started to feel the e-stim again and then it hurt. I mumbled through the thick gag. The beeping of the machines, the sound of the rebreathing bag, were all just a symphony. "Gas up to 50%" I was floating above everything. I heard the conversation. I felt the web of sensors being applied to my scalp. I heard them say something about the power at 40. I knew it was something really heavy duty from the tone of their voices. I could feel the intensity of e-stim across my prostate and on the head of my penis, but it wasn’t pain. I felt the sharp clamps that were applied to my nipples. But these words—"heard", "felt", ”pain”—they don't convey what really happened. It was more like I experienced the action of the happening, but it lacked sensation because I was floating above it all. I was high as fuck. "Ok, 100% O2." "Becky... Becky.... " It was Christine calling. "Come back Becky". The sing-song of her voice beckoning to come play. I felt myself dribble back into my body, like boiling water from a hot kettle into a cold mug. First I noticed the expansion and collapse of the rebreathing bag in time with my breath. That ever present clicking sound in the one way valve of the nasal mask. Then the sharp sensations of everything returning. The gag against my uvula, the tiny clamps holding my eyes open, the catheter lodged in my urethra, the metal plate crushing my balls, with the sharp spikes poking into them. The sensation of the sharp nipple clamps registered as new. I could feel the EEG sensors on my scalp, the water rushing into my bowels. I felt the straps and the bondage and all of the pain was blooming like a flower. It felt wonderful, to be so trapped and to have so much being *done to me*. It was the biggest turn on I’ve ever had. Then it kept going. The e-stim was turning into a torrent. The head of my penis and my prostate was on fire. My eyelids hurt, and my balls felt like they had taken permenant residence in my stomach. I started to yelp through my gag. It was too much. I could only scream and writhe in pain against my restraints. There was no safe word, there was no escape. They left me like this. I tried escaping my bonds even though intellectually I would have realized it was futile. I was like a trapped animal trying to get out. After what felt like a year of suffering I finally broke through the other side of the pain. "See that on the EEG? Her endorphins kicked in. Give her another shot of nitrous.... 50%." The Doctor said in a mixture of fascination and excitement. “So we can literally watch them go into sub-space…“ It was Christine. The sound of awe in her voice. Again the sweet nitrous oxide came through. So heavy and treacly. I felt myself floating away again, all the pains and aches ebbing away. Again I heard the three of them talk, but I couldn't connect words to meaning. I just heard laughter and exclaims of wonder. I floated. "Becky ... Becky ... Time to come back again! Come back to us sweety!" I started to sweat. I could feel myself rushing back into consciousness. That sing-song voice telling me I'd regret it. The pain came rushing back. This time I knew what to expect and it made it worse. I was a mess. I couldn't help but thrash around, the segufix restraints held me tight. I was pain... everywhere. "You're right, this is fun Doctor" I could hear Christine say, and I watched her roll a Wartenburg wheel towards my nipples. The e-stim through my prostate made me clench all of the muscles from my toes to my diaphragm. The little pins of the wheel dug into my tender flesh. My moans and grunts of pain turned into heavy sobbing. Until today it had been years since I cried. As someone who identifies as non-binary this is a surprise. As someone born and raised male, this isn't. But twice in one day? This was a milestone, and should give you an idea of just how intense and insane the whole experience was. I had no idea how long they left me in this state. Nurse Elaine had grabbed the Wartenburg wheel and began using it on my cock. Christine had taken off the nipple clamps only to put them back on tighter still. I struggled in vain against all of it. "Back to 50%" The Doctor said, and I inhaled the sweet nitrous. Knowing it was my escape I kept breathing hard. I started floating again, much quicker. Sweet relief from the pain. I didn't notice that everyone was just staring at me. The only sounds were the heart monitor, my enema plug vibrating and undulating, and the expansion and collapse of the rebreathing bag. "Ok, 100% O2" The Doctor called out. It punctured my consciousness. I felt Christines hand on my cheek, She was whispering in my ear. “Becky, come back, come back! Isn’t this fun sweety? Come back and feel all the wonderful things we’re doing to you.” Back I came. The plug, the nipples, the-estim, the catheter, the ball crusher, my eye clamps, the water gushing into me. I started moaning and crying and thrashing. I could feel the e-stim get higher and higher. “Thats right sweety, cry as much as you want.” She purred in my ears before stepping back. All three of them were silent and they let me keep crying out and writhing until the last of the water gurgled inside of me. Time lost meaning. I was pain. I was sweating hard against my bonds. The bottom of the table was cold and clammy with all of my sweat. They just watched. "Ok Becky, you'll get some gas just as soon as you finish expelling your enema." The Doctor said. I just frantically tried to whimper affirmation with my lips wrapped around the big rubber cock. The enema hose was clamped and then I watched as the doctor pulled it out of the bottom of the bag and dumped it in a bucket on the floor and released the clamp again. In haste I tried to push it all out, but all I was doing was pushing against the plug. I could only watch through the mirrors, whimper and writhe in pain until the last of the water dribbled out of my bowel and into the bucket. The colour was mostly clear. Mostly. Finally the doctor was satisfied and called for 60% nitrous and I was hit with another blast of that sweet relief. I inhaled deeply, almost hyperventilating, knowing that this was going to be my salvation. It didn't take long before I was drifting away. I was spent. That was the most intense torture I had ever experienced. It wasn't just the physical pain, it was floating back into a body that had it's every nerve alight. Only to leave it behind and come back again and again. It occurred to me just as I felt my consciousness slip away that they weren't doing anything to improve my situation, and instead preparing something else.

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Once Upon A Time there was a Mommy, a Daddy, and a Little One. The Little One. Today The Little One had a very busy day. From the moment they awoke to the moment they were put down in their crib, it was a day full of fun with their Mommy and Daddy. Mommy and Daddy loved to dote on their Little One and today they had spent all day doing it. The Little One had a big yummy breakfast of rice cereal and formula while Mommy and Daddy had pancakes. After that, Daddy gave The Little One a bath with all their bath toys and rubber ducky friends. The Little One and Daddy would splash together and have lots of fun. Mommy and Daddy even took The Little One shopping. The poor Little One got all blushy when Mommy explained that no-one would notice their diapers hidden under their short-alls. That’s when Daddy noticed there was a special shopping cart, a “Caroline’s Cart”! It was trouble. The Little One pleaded to no avail, and found themselves buckled in place. They were so embarrassed. The Little One loved their polycule family very much, and Mommy and Daddy both loved The Little One just as much. They also loved to humiliate The Little One so they knew that even if they were the size of a “big kid”, they were just a tiny baby inside. When the whole family got to the baby aisle The Little One got really blushy and whiney. “Mommy, but what if someone …” “Shhh,” Daddy said and smiled. Mommy held up a cute little bib to The Little One’s chest, making The Little One feel even smaller inside. So small they wanted to crawl away and hide. But The Little One loved this feeling very much, and their Mommy and Daddy knew they loved it too. When they all got home with their shopping, The Little One was given a “big kid” lunch of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets as well as mac and cheese. Locked away in their highchair they still had to drink their formula from a sippy cup and wear their new bib! The day went on and the three of them had so much fun! The Little One had a tantrum for naptime and had to be spanked and put in time out. The Little One hated time out the most. But Mommy and Daddy gave out hugs and kisses and forgave The Little One. The three of them had a lovely dinner. The Little One’s belly was so full after having so many spoonfuls of pureed prunes pushed in! “That’s it, eleven jars! Good job, Sweet Pea.” Mommy was so proud, it made The Little One feel warm and soft and squishy, even if their tummy was full. The only thing as good as praise from Mommy was praise from Daddy. Sometimes, when Mommy and Daddy were extra sweet, it felt as good as the extra special times when The Little One got to “make squirties”. It was time to get ready for bed. After The Little One got changed by Mommy and Daddy and put into their favorite PJs, Mommy and Daddy told them to sit on the floor so they could take their medicine. The Little One hated medicine days. It always tasted so oily and yucky. Mommy would always put it in a medicine paci and Daddy would ensure they had sucked down every drop. Finally it was crib time. The Little One whined, “But Mommy, Daddy, I want to sleep with you!” “Hush now,” Daddy whispered, softly stroking The Little One’s hair. Daddy popped a pacifier back in The Little Ones mouth, and snuggled Their Big Stuffy into their arms. Mommy and Daddy both gave sloppy kisses to The Little One on their lips. They raised the crib bars, closed the top, and turned out the light. The Little One sighed and tried to fall asleep. * * * The Little One awoke. They could smell their disgusting dirty diaper. The prunes and castor oil had definitely done their duty. The cloying, earthy muck mixed with the clean smell of the plastic sheet only inches from their nose. The ever present scent of baby powder hung in the air. Mommy made sure of that. She purchased a nursery scented air freshener. “To remind you that you’re still a baby!” Mommy had exclaimed cheerfully while installing it above the change table. Little snatches and sniffs of rubber and leather were constant from the various toys and restraints that were a permanent part of The Little One’s life. All this hanging on the olfactory backbeat of the ever present rhythm of the smell of the diaper pail. Sometimes it was full to bursting, the pungent scent filling the room, and the Little One was destined for a night of spanking and line writing for being so lax in their cleaning duties. This time only a few sodden reminders of their babyhood were sealed away in that powder scented plastic. The light of the nightlight shone gently across the room. It was an old Piglet one—in his red shirt with a look of trepidation on his face. This was the very first nightlight Mommy and Daddy had when The Little One spent the night at their house the first time. The Little One remembered how they felt like Piglet too. The Little One’s eyes glanced over to Their Big Stuffy. It was a big fox that was just like a large pillow, with a huge smile printed on her fabric face. Mommy and Daddy had gotten Their Big Stuffy for them as a special treat the day their weekend arrangement was agreed upon. They all agreed Their Big Stuffy was the second cutest addition to the family. The Little One had named her Peaches. The Little One’s eyes wandered over to the new addition, the toy shelf. Mommy and Daddy had purchased that at Ikea and practically dropped it at The Little One’s feet. Daddy’s words echoing through their ears. “It’s just like a puzzle baby! Now be good and set it up for Mommy and Daddy.” It had taken most of the day, and their diaper was a mess by the end of it. That night Mommy and Daddy took turns stocking the toy shelf with toddler classics like stacking rings and busy boards, and toys for dirty naughty ABDLs like tunnel plugs, pacifier gags and spankers. The Little One was kept safely locked in their crib while this happened, whining and excited to see their new toys, but tightly restrained only able to watch through the crib bars while Mommy and Daddy teased them. The crib bars. They weren’t locked and could be lowered! For the first time in a long time if The Little One wanted to leave their crib, they could. “Sssshhh! You’ll wake them!” It was Mommy’s voice through the baby monitor. This was a new thing they added. Normally Mommy set it up during “naptime” to make sure The Little One wasn’t getting into trouble. This time Mommy and Daddy must have set it up wrong, the transmitter was in their room and the receiver was here! “Even if we did wake them, what are they going to do?” It was Daddy’s voice, and it sounded like a dare! Mommy giggled a little at that, and before long let out a short moan. Lying there, The Little One tasted the drool from their pacifier, and the bitter remnants of the castor oil. But… best of all, was the warm and mushy feeling of the wet and messy diaper. Mommy’s voice rang out through the baby monitor, “Oh yeah, just like that.” The Little One was really turned on right now, hearing their Mommy and Daddy do nasty things to each other while The LIttle One was trapped in the crib. They brought their hands down to their mushy diaper and started to rub a little. “That’s it,” Mommy’s loud sigh sounded like a waterfall through the little speaker of the baby monitor. “Just like that.” Shocked, The Little One stopped rubbing. It was like Mommy was talking to them! But no, the moans coming through the monitor made it clear that Mommy was talking to Daddy. They looked at the top of the crib. The unlocked Crib. Did they dare? They could! Another moan escaped Mommy's lips, this time The Little One could hear it from the other room and the baby monitor. The Little One looked back fondly at the days they were allowed to spend time in Mommy’s and Daddy’s bed. How much they missed that. The baby monitor continued to broadcast sounds of adult fun. Its source was a mere 30 feet away, in the next room. The Little One remembered their Daddy saying how they should only leave the crib during emergencies, how it was important that they should stay in their crib, and how much they would be punished if they broke the rule. “—ttle One…” wait did Mommy say their name? That settled it. It was time for adventure. They sat up. The diaper went squish and the Little One felt mush spread everywhere. They waited until Mommy and Daddy were making a lot of noise, and slid the bars of their crib down with a gentle ‘whish’ and a ‘click’. Slowly they crept out of their crib, grabbed Peaches, and crawled out the door. Through the hallway they crawled. The crinkle of their diaper was loud even through their soft PJs in the hushed hallway. Finally they got to the master bedroom. They crept through the open door. Elegant scented candles, bottles of lube, restraints, spankers and toys were everywhere. Mommy and Daddy were both on the bed. Daddy was tightly bound, oh his knees, face down and ass up. Mommy was kneeling between his legs and had her hands on Daddys hips. Was Mommy…? “Yes, just like that,” she purred. She thrusted her hips and Daddy squealed a little. The Little One crept to their special chair in Mommy’s and Daddy’s room. This was the ‘watching chair’ that Daddy had set up for them. It was a small chair painted pink and blue, and sometimes Mommy and Daddy would restrain them to it. That way The Little One could watch Mommy and Daddy play but not be able to touch themselves, just like they were tonight. Not just like tonight. Tonight was new. The Little One silently sat down in their special chair, their mucky diaper making the slightest of squelches as they settled into place. They nestled Peaches between their legs. The Little One watched. They couldn’t help but rub their mucky diaper in time with Mommy’s thrusting and Daddy’s grunting. The little one had never seen anything like this before, and was extremely turned on by it. They wanted Mommy to do the same thing to them! Their tummy made a few more gurgles and rumbles. They watched as Mommy kept thrusting harder and harder. The Little One kept rubbing in time with Mommy and Daddy, squishing their ruined diaper and feeling the mess squirt around as they continued to grind against Peaches. The Little One felt the cramps well up, from the bottom of their spine and snaking all the way through to the tippy top of their tummy. They closed their eyes and imagined Mommy doing that to them. Their other hand almost unconsciously moved to their mouth, and The Little One started sucking hard on their thumb. They rubbed their diaper harder and started grinding into it, the soppy mess spreading out, just barely contained by a protective layer of plastic pants. The LIttle One felt a little squirt come out. Out of the backside of their diaper that is! The commotion in the room got louder and louder. Mommy and Daddy lost in their moment and The Little One lost in their imagination. There was a big squelch as The Little One lost control, and a blowout came pouring through the top of their diaper and plastic pants at the back. This only encouraged The Little One to keep going. They couldn't help it, they kept thinking about how they filled their diaper helplessly, they kept imagining between Mommy and Daddy. They were so close… So close… So close! And that’s when The Little One felt Mommy’s tender hand against their cheek. The Little One threw open their eyes and there was Mommy and Daddy. The Little One stared up at their ‘Parents’. The Little One self consciously sitting in this childish chair with their knees up to their chest, their stuffy between their spread legs, and the scent of fresh squirty messies carried up. “What are you doing out of bed?” Mommy Said “Any more and Your Big Stuffy would have helped you make number three.” Daddy added. The Little One sniffled, “I’m sowwy.” Their ‘Parents’ both replied, “You will be!’ The End * * * Mommy finishes reading the book, “And that’s how we found you! You were a stinky little mess sitting in your chair.” “And you were really close to making another one too!” Daddy replies. You’re sitting between Mommy and Daddy on the couch before bedtime. This is part of the punishment for sneaking out of the crib to watch Mommy and Daddy. The new nighttime routine was a long spanking and corner time, followed up by storytime, where you’re made to sit through this childish retelling of how you got caught. Mommy kisses you on the forehead, “Sweetie, what if we commissioned some of your favorite artists, and turned it into a picture book, would you like that?” “I think that’s a wonderful idea!” Daddy replies. “Then all your baby friends can see just how naughty a baby you are!” “But, I just want some Adult time like you and Mommy!” you plead. It’s been so long. The last month has been hard, Mommy and Daddy don’t even let you make stickies in your diaper any more, keeping you tightly restrained in your crib during sleep time, just in case you get up to naughty business. “I just want to have a special date. Just like you guys did.” “Well, Daddy and I talked it over. Tomorrow will be the one month anniversary of your misbehavior. We agreed that since you’ve done very well with your punishment, you can have a date just like Mommy and Daddy.” “Really?!?” Your eyes are as wide as pie plates. “Yes. Mommy and I have found someone special for you, and have planned the perfect date.” Daddy’s smile is genuine. Who could they have found? “But for now, it’s time for bed!” “But Mommy!” You whine. “Please tell me more!” “Ah, ah, ah!” She chides back. “Remember what happened last time you whined before bed?” “Yes Mommy.” “What happened?” “I had to have my mouth washed out with soap Mommy.” Daddy joins in, “And what else?” “I spent the whole night with a soapy pacifier in my mouth,” you say dejectedly, remembering the long night. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except right before Daddy went to bed, he came in and gave the pacifier, and your mouth, a fresh coat of soap. That was a long night. You learned your lesson. “Do you want a repeat?” Daddy says, his voice a little more stern. “No sir.” “Good.” he says, ruffling your hair. Mommy finishes pouring a strong dose of castor oil into your medicine pacifier. It looks like you’re in for another messy night. Daddy lifts up your chin and Mommy holds the medicine pacifier in place. You grimace as you suck down the bitter oil as fast as you can, gentle words of encouragement tumbling out of Mommy and Daddy mouths, while Mommy strokes your throat softly. Just like every night for the past month, you’re restrained to your crib, and your stuffy Peaches the Fox is nestled next to you. Daddy pops a pacifier in your mouth, slides up the crib bars and closes the top, locking everything in place and giving you a wink. Getting through tonight will feel like forever, it may be even worse than the night with the soapy pacifier. This is part one of a collaboration with Peculiar Changeling. It's been a lot of fun, and it is so awesome to work with him. Keep an eye out for part 2 from him! Special thanks to our editor Ellie, who is awesome **Sissy Becky** used to run an ABDL website way back on the day. Now they write "Adult Baby Research Institute" a long form serial about a ABDL BSDM sex asylum where everything is turned up to 11. Catch their work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sissybecky. (Or here) **Peculiar Changeling** is an author of AB/DL fiction, commonly cutesy, often smutty, sometimes stinky, and always crinkly. On Patreon, you can find all of his writing - over 10,000 words of fiction every month - Including exclusive content not found anywhere else on the internet, as well as early access to everything, discounts on commissions, and other cool perks. Plus, you'll help support his ability to keep creating stories like this one! http://patreon.com/peculiarchangeling http://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

Glad you’re liking it so far! Buckle up! ### Chapter 7 Warnings: Intense butt play, medical play and torture. The Doctor took a seat on a rolling stool and rolled over to me. That was a signal to both Christine and Elise that they also should sit down on one as well. Christine had taken to softly mopping my brow of sweat and putting eye drops in my eyes. Elise was beside The Doctor to assist, and started by moving the drop sheet out of the way. The Doctor meanwhile and squirted 3 pump-loads of lube into his heavy rubber gloved hand. I watched as Elise donned a new set of rubber gloves, and massaged the lube all around The Doctors left hand. The white rubber glistened. "She's ready for you Doctor." "Thank you Elise" Without any pomp or circumstance I watched as The Doctor stuck his index finger inside of me and start to wiggle it around. Not long after his middle and ring fingers joined the party. I felt myself getting stretched further and his pinky finger slipped in. "More lube please Nurse" Elise squired more lube into the doctors hand and my asshole. I felt it drip and dribble everywhere. It seemed excessive—at least until I felt him push even further in. I yelped through the Jennings gag, making new vowel sounds never heard before. Christine all the while was just softly stroking my hair and making sure my eyes were nice and moist so I could see the horrifying scene of The Doctor’s fist slowly penetrating me. "This one is so tight isn’t she? We're going to have lots of fun with her." The massaging from inside continued. It hurt and felt glorious at the same time. He made sure to move his fingers around as much as possible. My prostate was getting a workout. He pulled his hand out slowly, then finger by finger till all that was left was his pointer, which was just on the threshold. “More lube please.” “Certainly Doctor!” And then back in each digit would go. First was his middle and he stretched and twisted them around making me gargle with delight. Then the ring joined the party again and finally the pinkie. He pulled them together and then started to push everything further and further in, my gurgles turned from delight to pain, and I watched him crest towards his knuckles. Suddenly he pulled out with a "bloart". The nurse quickly grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned off his hand. My earthy scent was added to the smells of the room. There were still notes of last nights meal, but it was primarily the smell of my mostly dairy breakfast. It mingled with the disinfectant smell and the rubber. The Doctor grabbed the scary looking enema nozzle and held it up, then he started to lubricate it. I could see that it was knobbed, ribbed and textured; and it looked like it was as big as a cereal bowl. The tip was hollow with a big rounded hole and it had 3 bulbs, each getting progressively larger, before it terminated in a wide flair with a thick hose attached to the large bag. It was pastel pink and blue and had a design aesthetic that was half sex toy and half baby toy. It would have been perfect if it wasn’t so big. "This is a wonderful piece of work Christine. I cannot wait to take her on her maiden voyage." "Thank you Doctor." You could hear the smile of pride through her mask. Meanwhile Elise had started to attach heart monitors to my chest, a pulse oximeter to one of my fingers and a blood pressure cuff. This ratcheted up my fear level even higher. This felt like a full on medical operation. For all intents and purposes, it really was. Christine on the other hand had set up two separate video cameras, one pointed at my face and the other at my ass and had adjusted them a little. The red light on each letting me know this experience was going to be saved for posterity. "Okay, we're ready. Should we start the nitrous oxide yet?" Elise asked. "No, I want this one to feel it." he replied. Christine leaned in "I want you to remember every second of this, I am going to be asking you about this later." I could feel my teeth chatter—in so much as they could against the painfully wide Jennings gag—in cold, fear, and anticipation. The monitor was beeping in time with my heart, the blood pressure cuff was pressurizing. The panic was welling up in my throat. The Doctor positioned the shiny lubed plug in front of my asshole and started to push. It didn't feel bad and I got past the first hump and sighed in relief. I heard a 'click' and a whirrring sound and I felt the little bumps and ridges move in circles around the plug. The doctor started pushing it in again. It felt wonderful and it felt horrible. Sometimes a little bump or a ridge would move across my sphincter and it felt like nothing I've ever felt before. I could feel the plug vibrate as well. I started making gurgling noises, not sure if I loved or hated every minute of it. The pain of my eyelids and jaw were intense. My urethra burned. My stretched anus hurt and felt wonderful and burned and had feelings that there were no words for. Christine just kept putting drops in my eyes. Another little bump moved across my sphincter and it felt like a knife. I was sure it was a tear, I groaned out in pain, and then felt myself settle into the second ridge between bulb 2 and 3. "You've got one more to go." The Doctor said behind his gas mask and he started to push the plug in. "Come on now, push. This is going in one way or another." I tried to bear down on it, but I was exhausted. I was exhausted from the catheterization and eyelash clips. I was exhausted from the enema and expulsion in front of a small class of ABys. I was exhausted from a bath that was closer to waterboarding. Even my morning feeding was exhausting! "You've really pushed this one far haven't you Christine?" The Doctor asked, continuing to slowly push the large plug home. "Yes. The Director and I both agreed that since this was the first 'all-5' we've had in a long time, we'd make sure to enjoy it. She'll be an instrumental case study in socializing what it means to say things like 'I have no limits.'" "But she never claimed to..." interjected Elise. "That's why she's perfect! She specified her limits, and then gave carte-blanche on the consensual non-consent!" In the meantime I was getting stretched out so bad it hurt. Every time one of the little knobs would move across my sphincter it felt like a tear. The good news is that it made it easier for the plug to slip in. The bad news was that it hurt like hell. I was yelping vowels through the Jennings gag and moaning in pain. The Doctor just kept going. "So she is an example?" He asked "More than an example. She is an experiment. How far can we push? What happens? What are the signs to look for?" Christine continued. My whimpering turned rhythmic and my brow was covered in sweat. I was shivering against my bonds. Through tears I could still see that we hadn't even gotten to the widest portion of the plug yet. I gave up inside and let The Doctor keep pushing it in. I just moaned and wailed in pain and vowels. Finally with a 'pop' that could have been audible I felt my sphincter clamp down on the base, the flair sitting comfortably against me. I could still feel the vibrations and undulations of the plug. "There, how was that?" Christine asked Me. I could only mewl in response. Nurse Elise again cleaned the doctors hands with some industrial strength wet wipes. "Ok, time to show me how this crazy contraption works." the doctor said. Christine rolled over to the doctor and I watched as she started to plug in various wires and cables into the base of the plug. "These two cables here are fibre optic. One is for light and the other is to transmit the image from the lens to the camera." She explained. I wish I could describe what it is like having ones rectum on display to everyone in the room. It was one thing to be so naked, exposed and vulnerable strapped down to this table. It was entirely another to have so much of me splayed out. First my mouth, then my eyeballs, and now this. "Now we can turn it around like this" Christine grasped the base of the plug and twisted it. The little beads were still spinning, so believe me when I tell you, this was an extremely strange sensation. She turned the plug the opposite way the little beads were moving so it felt like they sped up. "That's a very healthy looking rectum. Look how pink it is." The Doctor stated. "Do you think you can point the camera at her prostate?" Christine asked "Certainly, we‘re almost there anyways." I felt the doctor slightly adjust the plug in a way that made me moan. I started to go erect only to feel the hot searing pain of the catheter, quickly changing the moan to vowel based yips of pain. "This is going to be fun." I heard The Doctor say. "Just you wait, we can plug this in here, and you can use this" Christine plugged in a tiny joystick, and handed it to the doctor. "You press the button and out pops a bigger bump. You can use the stick to control where it moves. It only has a small range of movement right around the camera, but hopefully that will be enough." All The Doctor could do was gasp, as he poked and prodded my prostate. It was the most divine and terrible pleasure-pain ever. My prostate would get massaged, which would turn me on further, which only caused more pain as I got erect with the catheter inside of me, which only turned me on more. And I got a front row seat of it, watching thorough the mirror and neither able to look away from The Doctors exuberance and wonder, nor my catheterized and imprisoned growing half-errection. The Doctor loved it. He spent more than a few minutes exploring the possibility space, clearly revelling in the terrible cycle of pain-pleasure I was in. "This is amazing work Christine." "Thank you Doctor. But it's not over yet." Christine plugged another wire in, and some numbers popped on the screen. "See, now we have some simple telemetry from the plug. Now you can take their temperature too." "I bet she preferred her rectal thermometer" Elise quipped, eliciting laughter from everyone. Except me. "How about these other zeros?" The Doctor Asked. Christine answered by grabbing two pin plugs connected to a machine, and plugged them in. She twisted a knob and I knew the e-stim feeling. "Voltage, Amperage for these." Christine said simply. "Nurse, can you place a sterile pad on the top of the glans and one on the perineum please." "Certainly Doctor." The doctor made some adjustments to the wires, and then I felt the most wonderful feeling as he turned on the estim, until it turned into gut wrenching pain, as if all my horny muscles were spasming at once. If I could have closed my eyes I would have, but I couldn't. I watched in horror as The Doctor kept turning up the power. I kept making gagging and choking sounds through the Jennings gag. Nurse Elise leaned close to my ears "The Doctor has the most powerful e-stim unit in the entire building. I think he has a spare that we can lend to Christine." I hardly registered it when Elise added more saline drops to my eyes. Finally the power was turned down and it went to a level that felt wonderful. He must have saw my muscles relax because he turned the power up again and it was back again at the wrong side of painful. At least it wasn't as bad. "And this last number is flow rate." Christine announced, and I watched her unclamp the enema bag, and the enema solution came pouring inside of me. "Simply brilliant!" The Doctor exclaimed. "Now we can start with the nitrous."

### Chapter 6 Warning: Extreme medical bondage and intense BDSM and Medical play. It's going to get dark. Christine got up and pulled me up by the leash attached to my chastity cage. She was nice enough to give me a chance to stand up, but followed up with a sharp enough tug that my stomach hurt. We walked with the nurse through the big metal door and it shut with a resounding clunk. The latching sound was disconcerting. We travelled down a short hallway and into a very white room. There was a vague scent of a doctors or a dentists waiting room. Off to one side was a very clean desk. There were a few little nurse figurines on it and a tablet, but otherwise it was very minimalist and clean. The other side featured a white counter with white cabinets, a change table, and a scale. At the far wall was a set of swinging doors that said “Operating Theatre”. “Okay, let’s get started little one. Go stand on the scale.” Christine led me over and I stood up. The nurse grabbed the tablet from her desk, came over and fiddled with the weights. “Now stand up straight and tall little one.” I felt something on my head. The nurse tapped out a few things on her tablet “Hop up on the change table little one.” the Nurse said. Christine led me over with the leash and I dutifully slid up on the table, and lied back. At the same time I heard the nurse put on a pair of rubber gloves. The nurse walked over with two thermometers In her hand. “Open wide!” I opened my mouth and found one stuck under my tongue. “Close. Good girl. Ok, next one.” I watched as she lubed up the next thermometer, and lifted up my legs. “Let me take care of that Elise.” “Thank you.” Christine had grabbed the plug inside of me, she took a single look at me and arched an eyebrow. I got the message and did everything in my power to not make a mess. I heard it clatter as it hit a bucket under the change table. This was the 2nd plug I had in me since I woke up, and it was no where near lunch time. Nurse Elise quickly found her target and poked the thermometer home. After everything else that has happened back there I was thankful for something so small, well lubed and unassuming. Elise took off her left glove and donned a new one. She pulled out a stethoscope and listened to my chest. “Breathe normally please.” I lay there, legs up, breathing, thermometer in my mouth, and another in my ass. After a little while she tapped a few things on her tablet. She pulled the first thermometer out of my mouth, entered in a few more numbers. Then carefully slid the other one out and recorded that. “Well that’s that. Ready for your exam little one?” I looked at her, unsure. Wasn’t this the exam? “I think so…” I offered slowly. “Oh isn’t that cute! She think’s she is ready.” She and Christine shared a chuckle. “Okay little one, down you get.” Obediently hopped off the change table, and Christine led me via leash through the set of swinging double doors. As I walked through I was blasted by the scent of disinfectant. The lighting was warm and dim which was a stark contrast from the last room. The middle of the room however had a big operating theatre light that were shining right on the examination table. The stirrups and segufix style restraints were almost excessive. As a nice touch the PVC of the examination table was a pink nursery print. There was a metal cart beside the table, and a wide variety of medical tools and BDSM gear were laid out. I recognized the Foley catheter, but there was a pair of long black tubes that I didn't recognize. There was a large pump bottle of lube, some disinfectant, and a number of disposable pink drape sheets. My eye caught the pink pacifier gag on the cart, but there was just so much gear it was hard to keep track of it all. Beside the cart was a heart monitor, and I recognized an anesthesia cart beside that with all kinds of tubing. There was a flat screen monitor mounted on an arm on the mirrored ceiling. On the opposite wall was a pane of one way glass. I could tell there was a figure behind the glass, but not who it was. There was an IV stand with a very large bag of water, and a bigger and stranger looking enema nozzle than I've ever seen before. The whole place gave off a very Medical and Institutional vibe. Both ladies had uniforms to match. Nurse Elise placed her foot on a floor switch and the table descended low enough so I could get on really easily. "Hop on little one." She said. I was stunned. The lack of shadows of the harsh examination light gave the scene a very early feeling, only enhanced by the juxtaposition of the warm lighting at the edges of the room and the brilliant light in the center reflecting off the white tiles. It would have been disconcerting in a normal state of mind. I was sleep deprived and wiped out from my bath and enema. Christine came up close to me. "Come on sweety, The Doctor will be here soon, and we don't want to keep him waiting." Without really waiting for a response she dragged me over to the lowered examination table, turned me around, and pushed me on it. Pretty quickly I found my legs in the stirrups and tightly restrained by the Nurse Elise. Her actions were swift and calculated. Christine meanwhile pushed my back onto the table, and started to attach the segufix restraints on to me. She was slower, more deliberate and methodical. The first one was a strap across my chest just below my nipples. She cinched it nice and tight making it difficult for me to breathe. My arms just above my elbow were pulled in close to my body and strapped down. There was another strap pulled tightly across my belly, making breathing even more difficult. I started to panic. It was hard to draw in breath. Did she know what was going on? I felt the table rise up to a much higher level. The nurse adjusted the lights and they shone brightly in my eyes. I noticed the mirror on the ceiling reflecting my naked form as Christine continued to strap me down. The surreality of the situation setting a deeper panic within me. Another strap went over my pelvis, and I watched as the nurse grabbed my hands and pulled them up close to my head before threading my wrists through some restraints and strapping them down as well. I felt extremely vulnerable like this, my arms down but hands up like some little baby. Finally two long straps went from my shoulders down to the inside of my thighs and around, before being attached to the pelvic strap. Christine brushed some of the hair off my face and smiled down at me. Meanwhile the nurse had fiddled with the head of the exam table and I felt my head go way back. More straps followed, first a tight one across my neck. I felt my head getting clamped in place with a padded head support and another strap around that. I could still see everything because of yet another strategically placed mirror. "Open wide!" Christine said, and though a fog of sleep deprivation and panic I watched through tunnel vision the Jennings gag come towards my mouth, both directly and through the mirrors. "I know that look" I heard the nurse say from afar—even though she was not even 2 feet way. "That's the look of a little one disassociating isn’t it? Yes she is, yes she is!” This may be the only place where one could use “disassociation” in baby talk. "Do you want to do the honours?" Christine asked. "I'd love to!" The nurse said, and reached out and grasped my balls and started to squeeze, I yelped out in pain as the gag was stuffed in and I was pulled back into my body. My jaw was forced open and I could hear and feel the ratcheting deep in my skull. Finally another strap was put in place under my chin and attached to the Jennings gag. "Nurse Elise is quite a ball breaker. She just loves to make littles suffer almost as much as I do." Christine purred into my ears as Elise raised the table up higher. I heard the sound of rubber gloves being put on. Both women donned masks that matched their uniform. Christines black mask matching her outfit and Elises white mask matching hers. Both had scary grinning mouths printed on them. They looked like the kind of masks that someone thought would be great for children to put them at ease, but the first time they were actually used elicited such cries of horror that they whould have been squirrelled away in a lockbox and the key thrown away. Instead they ended up here. I watched as she laid out all the proper tools for catheterization. She draped a fresh drape sheet over my pelvis and fed my cock and balls through. The packaging of the single use foley was opened and set aside on another fresh sterile pink sheet. She grabbed a square metal plate that was about the size of a dessert plate at a fancy restaurant, except this had tiny sharp spikes and a hole right in the middle. Meanwhile Christine had unlocked my cage, freeing my cock from it's prison at last. Not for long however, I watched as Elise fed my cock and balls through the hole in the plate. The cold metal and rough handling keeping me soft. Elise grabbed another plate, this time made of clear acrylic and fed my rapidly growing penis through the hole in the center of that, and started to join the two plates together. My balls were between them, nestled against the tiny sharp spikes. Then they started to twist the screws, making the two plates join together. I wish I could try and describe the kind of noise that I made. In a fog of panic and sleep deprivation I tried to talk, scream and beg all the same time through the Jennings gag. It only made the women laugh, and I found my balls being crushed and poked at the same time. My eyes rolled back into my head and I heard them laugh again and felt a terrible pain in my stomach. "She makes such cute noises doesn't she?" Christine giggled "I know, lets see what other noises she will make?" I felt my foreskin get pulled down and I watched as the wet and cold disinfectant got spread all over the head of my penis. Elise grabbed the shaft and squeezed it tightly. The catheter I was coming next. I couldn’t look. I closed my eyes. "Oh, we can't have that sweety." Christine said. I felt Elise stop. I felt the whole room stop. "Uuuuaaaauaaaaaahhhh?" I sounded through the gag. Seemed like vowels were all I had. "Normally this would be enough for most littles, but I really want to make you squirm today. You’re going to watch every little thing that happens to you." Christine continued. I watched in fear as Christine donned a pair of gloves and showed me two little wire clamps. I saw "A Clockwork Orange". I knew what was happening next. I can’t even touch my own eyes. The thought of someone else doing so was too much. I tried my best to beg them to stop, to make some kind of sound that would make it stop. But with only vowels and guttural grunts, what can you really say? “Look at me sweety, look at me! I don’t want to damage your eye. I’m not as skilled as Elise at this.” What could I do? I could try and put up a struggle, but I could hardly move. I certainly didn’t want eye damage. I hesitantly held my eyes open. I could face one of my deepest fears or I could make it worse for myself. I steeled myself as best as I could. “Look up here.” I looked up and saw the tiny frightening claps come so close. I whined through my gag as she hooked my eyelids onto them. Those tiny little hooks hurt bad. Were they supposed to hurt? “Oh sweety, so much whining and we haven’t even started! Now look at my finger.” My other eyelids were hooked open. I shuddered deeply and let out a moan as I looked at my twisted reflection in the mirror. My eyes bugging out, the round orbs clearly visible, while my jaw painfully stretched open. My teeth wanted to chatter but my mouth was so stretched out. I let out another involuntary whine. "Good, now we can continue!" Christine's sing-song voice only made me shiver even more. The menace matched by the painted-on-grin of her face mask. "It's too bad we can't put a nose hook on her, huh? She would look even more vulnerable that way." Christine said to Elise "That would be perfect wouldn't it, but The Doctor wants to gas her and that would just get in the way." Elise meanwhile had readied the catheter in position. She pushed it in. It wasn’t bad at first. It felt cold. I was thankful for the lubricant. Then it started to get uncomfortable. Really uncomfortable. I was making terrible gagging noises only making the women laugh and giggle behind their frightening masks. Which only sent me deeper into a panic and tensed me up. On the one hand this took some of the edge off from the sharp pain in my eyelids. On the other hand this was a different level of discomfort. I cried out again, only to have the two of them giggle. "Here it comes!" Elise exclaimed. I felt something deep inside. It felt like I had to pee, but it also felt like a total invasion. Then watched as the catheter filled up with yellow liquid, but was stopped by a clamp on the end. Elise attached a small pump, pumping the inner balloon. It was an odd feeling. Then it stopped and I was thrust back into the sharp spikes poking into my crushed balls, which felt like they were in my tummy. My urethra felt like it on was on fire, and my eyelids have never felt this much pain before. Elise was right, I was not ready for the exam. It wasn't even lunchtime! I was done. This was too far. It hurt too much. Christine was right. I was ready to go home. The swinging doors opened. It must have been The Doctor. He was dressed in heavy white rubber scrubs. His face obscured with a shiny white gas mask. Upon his head was an old timey head mirror. His white rubber gloves were thick and went past his elbow. He was wearing a white rubber apron overtop of his scrubs. "Well then, I see you have our patient properly catheterized and her 'packages' stowed away and ready for takeoff. Let's get started, shall we?" The Doctors muffled voice was thick and deep. Like Santa Claus. He seemed really excited to get started.

Chapter 5 Warnings: Enemas, More Mess, perhaps fantastical physiological responses I was laying in the middle of a big white tiled room, soap suds gurgling into my bowels. I was cold, naked, shivering and whimpering. If you had asked me two days ago if this is what I wanted for a Sunday morning, I would have said "YES! Sounds like a great church to me! Sign me up!" In fact, that is what my wife Cloudy asked, and like an idiot I did in fact say yes. Now I wasn't so sure. It was too far. It was too much. I felt completely drained and destroyed from the intensity of the bath I had. Not only that, I was spared no time to process it, instead I was made to be the *very* public teaching-tool to Janets first administration of a *very* large soapy enema. Then I was finally left alone. But let me tell you, it's hard to process all of these feelings when you're shivering cold and on display in a room full of people. Not to mention the ever present chastity cage I was continuously straining against. What I needed was some alone time. "I'm back!" I heard Christine say. "Now normally you should be diapered and tightly restrained before I take you anywhere, but you're not going far, and after you make your poopies you'll be going straight to The Doctor, so there is no sense in wasting a diaper just for that." Christine pressed a button on the bar holding my legs up, and it swung back down to click into place on the change table. Then she released my ankles from the restraints, and then my wrists. Finally she attached a pink leather leash to the chastity cage. "Bring your enema bag with you while we go to the potty training room." She said brusquely, pulling on the leash, causing me to yelp. I grabbed the IV stand and followed along. The wheels made a squeaking and rattling sound as I pulled it along with me while I followed behind Christine. I was extremely conspicuous. If the jangling rattle of the IV stand wheels weren’t enough to call attention to me, the big tube leading to my ass sure was. I was also shivering and naked as a jaybird. The leash that Christine was continuously tugging was like a big pink sign pointed at my small pink-caged cock. Between the walking and the soap suds, another wave of cramps hit. Was this going to be a daily feature for me? Enemas and cramps? Every once in awhile we would run into someone in the hallway. If they were an adult they would chuckle. If they were an AB (usually accompanied by an caretaker) they would just stare. “Christine!” We ran into another caretaker that Christine knew. “Tom! Back from vacation?” “Yeah, it was great, but it’s great to be back. So this is your new charge huh? Day 2 and already a public enema?” “Oh yes. And she likes it very much, don’t you sweety?” Christine had grabbed my cheek with her thumb and forefinger and pinched. “yes” I said, quietly. Feeling the humiliation and soap suds gurgle into my bowels. “What was that sweety? Use your words. Do you like having your enema?” “Yes, I like having an enema” “Oh I bet” Tom Laughed. “I’ve got to run to my class, but I’m sure we’ll see you soon.” After just a little while longer we got to our destination. It had more in common with a closet or an aquarium than a room. It was maybe a four by eight room but the wall facing the hallway was floor-to-ceiling glass. In the middle was a large pink and white plastic potty, shaped like a child's potty but scaled up. Except normally potties didn't have so many straps! The glass door slid open automatically and Christine led me in. "Ok, bend over in front of the potty while I take this out. If you spill a single drop though, you'll be cleaning it up." Christine smirked. I bent over and Christine deflated the enema nozzle. Clearly she didn’t deflate it enough though. As she pulled it out I grunted in pain. I didn’t want to spill a single drop. It was clear that she would be making me clean up any unsanctioned messes, and I was afraid of how I would be made to clean them up! I just tightened up as much as I could, but that ended up causing a lot more pain than it should have. "Aww does that hurt sweety? I think maybe we need to sign you up for extra training huh?" Finally it came out with a pop. I squeezed tight to make sure I didn't make a mess. "Ok sweety, sit down on the potty and make a poopy. Nurse Christine is going to help you out with that okay?" I sat down on the plastic potty. It was big enough that I could sit comfortably, but low enough that I was basically squatting. It felt really silly. Christine wasted no time attaching me to the restraint straps. My wrists were restrained to the sides, and my ankles to straps near the floor. My chest and even my thighs were done up. Christine opened a locker embedded in the side wall and took out a mask that looked a lot like a respirator and put it on. She pulled out a Hitachi Magic Wand and plugged it in. I was already squirting soapy water into the potty. "Okay, lets get that poopy water out of you." She said through her respirator mask. With that Christine turned the wand on and started to press it against my stomach. I was so full of water. It made me even more crampy and I started to groan which only came out weird and jittery because of the vibrations. That only made Christine giggle beneath her mask and turn the wand up to high. She started to massage my belly, causing me only to squirt out the enema much faster than I thought possible. She would expertly move the head of the vibrating wand across my colon. The cramps were the most intense cramps I've ever felt. I wasn’t sure if it was the soapy water or the wand or both. I started moaning and groaning in pain, water shooting out of me as if I had no control. "After you get a clean bill of health from The Doctor, we're going to have so many fun enema games. I bet you can hardly wait." I just moaned as I squirted what felt like gallons of soapy water into the potty. I was starting to think I could wait for sure. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t such a good idea? "Oh look! It looks like the morning class is here to watch you potty train sweety!" Christine gripped my face and pulled it up so I could see that caretaker we just ran into pulling a leash that was attached to a line of 6 adults, all dressed up in school uniforms with a set of leather reins. They were marching 2 by 2. He stoped and make sure that all 6 of them could watch me squirt soapy water into the potty. I just sat and groaned through the deep cramping caused by the magic wand. 1 of the girls and 2 boys were giggling and laughing at me. The other 2 boys were just staring. The last 'girl' was very obviously a sissy, and she had started to rub the front of her diaper. "TAMMY!" The caretaker shouted. The sissy was startled. As I finished off filling the potty I watched as the caretaker restrained the sissy's wrists to each side of her reins making her look like she was doing the chicken dance. "You'll be punished for that one." He said. "And no, you aren't going to like it." His voice boomed and I could hear it clearly through the glass walls and door. He started leading the class away and Christine kept massaging my abdomin "Uhhhhgghh... please stop." It was starting to hurt a little too much. I couldn't take it anymore. "Now sweety, we have to make sure to get all that poopy water out of you. Be a good girl and stay quiet." Christine turned the wand up even higher. She bent close to me, the respirator almost resting on my bare shoulder. The cramping was even worse than before, if that was even possible. "I love to make all my little sweeties squeal in pain. I love to hear them scream and moan and beg. It's been a long time since we've had a 'all 5' in our care. The director has assured me that you're here until at least Saturday." Christine dug the wand into my gut and kept pushing the water through my intestines making me squirt it explosively into the potty. I sat there gritting my teeth through the whole ordeal, straining to get the water out, shaking my feet. I felt like I was in shock. I was so tired and the whole experience was so overwhelming. "That means I get to do whatever I want with you. We're going to have so much fun together." She reached out and gripped my ear and started twisting it painfully. "Isn't that right sweety?" I just groaned in pain, which only made her twist my ear harder, and dig the vibrating wand into my gut deeper. "Y..yes! yes!" "Yes what?" "Ahh! Yes, we're going to have fun together! Ah ahhhh!" "And you're looking forward to it?" "Yes!" Finally the last of the soap spattered into the potty. Or at least, I hoped it was. Christine stopped twisting my ear and put the Hitachi Magic Wand back in it's cubby, and came back with a pack of scented wipes and a plug. She released the strap around my chest and pushed me forward, giving me a very thorough wipe. She must have used 10. I just leaned forward and took the opportunity to breathe. Then I felt her lube me up and the plug was swiftly put into place. She released the rest of the restraints. "Alright, lets get you in to see The Doctor now." We started walking back down the hallway, passing plenty of people. Most of them giggling and pointing. Christine had made a big show of throwing the leash over her shoulder pulling me along by my chastity cage. Meanwhile because she held the leash so high I was racing and tip-toeing my way behind her trying my best to keep up. We passed the elevator and a front desk, the lady manning it giving Christine a little wave as she passed by. I got a wink. My head was swimming and by the time we got to our destination I was panting. Under normal circumstances I would have been able to keep up but I was so sleep deprived and spent from my enema and my bath. There was a small row of 3 empty chairs in the hallway by a white painted heavy metal door. Christine sat down and pointed at the ground. I knew what to do. I got on my knees on the hard linoleum in front of her and kept my gaze down. "You are so well behaved little one." "Thank you." I said quietly and gave a little warm smile. "How are you liking your time here so far?" I shivered involuntarily. Was it the cold? Shock? Or was it the way she pitched her voice? It was like she was talking to a child. There was a genuine care in it but with a generous dollop of patronizing topped off with that ever present undercurrent of menace. My hairs stood on end. "Well.... " I tried to compose my words. When Dan asked me this question my answer was "I think so". Now I wasn't so sure. And that... wait a minute... that wasn't even 12 hours ago. "It's overwhelming." I answered. "Yes it is, isn't it." I thought back to what Dan said. She must have gone through some of the same things I just signed up for. There was a part of me that desperately wanted to know what it was like for her, but there was another part that warned me with big yellow and black stripes: DANGER! “That’s the whole point of the next 6 days. Overwhelming. We’re going to overwhelm you again and again. When you think you’ve hit the breaking point we’ll show you just how far you have to go yet.” I shuddered. My cage strained. This was equal parts terrifying and hot. “What do you think little one? Are you ready for that?” “I think so. This is a thing I have wanted to experience for a long time. But I’m also afraid of when I do hit the breaking point, and how far along I’ll be when I get there. I already feel like I’m almost there. But I’m sure that whether or not I am ready—it doesn’t really matter.” “No, It doesn’t. What was your favourite part so far?" she continued. What *was* my favourite part? That was a really good question. Was it getting my first enema, estim and force feeding after the shower yesterday? That was certainly hot. Especially with the rubber uniforms. Was it being put in the princess high chair at breakfast with all eyes on me, knowing I made a big stinky mess? Or when they watched me enjoy getting tortured and pleasured by Christine while I made a wanton fool of myself? Was it when I first entered my new room and realized how strict and intense the bondage was going to be? I didn’t even recognize everything there, and there was a lot of tubing that I was sure was gonna get plugged into some orifice or another. Nevermind all the other wild sex, punishment and infantile toys that were on display. Was it getting broken in Vetruvian Vac Bed? So much spanking and nipple torture and force feeding. Not to mention the dread of knowing that in 3 days Albert and Beth would be back. Or was it getting pushed down the hall by Dan having a pleasant conversation afterwards in my cute bunny pajamas? “Well…?” Her voice subtly tinged with impatience. "I don't know. I'm having a hard time deciding. It's all been so much, but so good, but so hard." "Come on sweetie pie. I need an answer. Don't tell me you haven't been enjoying your stay?" "No, I have! It's just... I don't know how I feel about all of this. It's all so much. It's everything I ever wanted and yet it's also really hard to handle." Christine just looked at me, naked, shivering and kneeling on the cold white floor. I finally made a decision. "I really love my room. The crib, the sleep sack and all the toys. I know they're going to be used on me and some of them I'm not even sure what they're for. I know I'm going to love it and hate it just the same, just like everything that has happened to me so far. I love knowing that even if I got out of my sleep sack, and my crib, I'd still be stuck behind the door." "We could keep you here as long as we wanted and you'd be powerless to stop us." She smiled. I looked fearful. "I ... I don't know how I feel about that." "You seem very unsure about everything Becky. I’d get used to that feeling." "I am unsure. I love it so much here. But everything is just...so...much! It's only morning and I've been force-fed, almost drowned in a hot bath, and given a very humiliating enema. I didn’t even know how you wanted me to behave with Jan. Should I brat? Should I listen?" "That's the plan sweetie. We intend on working you the bone and grinding you down to a fine powder. By the time you leave you'll be begging us to go. But the second you walk through that door you'll be begging your wife to take you back here." "You seem really sure of that, but I don't doubt it all the same." "Who knows, you may find yourself back here take care of little ones! You might even find yourself taking care of little ones before you leave!" "Wait, what?" My cage stirred. "Yes. And I can tell you like the idea too." It was true. Being a top was also a lot of fun. There were a lot of nasty and fun toys here that could be put to horrible use. "But for now all you need is to do everything you're told. What's going to happen will happen and there's nothing you can do about it." I shivered again. She had a way of speaking that stood my hair on end. It wasn't just the cold at all. “How many people like me have you had?” “In the early days, a lot. Well, a lot that claimed to be ‘all-5’. Now it’s much more infrequent. We’re choosier. It’s been a couple of years since our last ’all-5‘. Turns out most ‘all-5’s are likely just eager little perverts who didn’t know their own limits. What do you think, are you really the ‘all-5’ you thought you were?” I shivered involuntarily. “I don’t know anymore.” Christine giggled at my reaction. "I know, and you've not even hit the 24 hour mark yet! Just you wait sweety, by naptime you'll be ready to go home. Mark my words." I could hear her wry smile. "I guess that's what I signed up for huh?" "You sure did. In fact, how about we make it interesting?" I looked up at her. "I bet that after Lunchtime if I ask you, you'll say you're done and ready to go home." I just stared at her, incredulously. "This seems like a horrible bet for me to take." "Maybe someone isn't just a silly baby after all?" A buzzing sound and a click announced the door was opened and out came a nurse in a very stereotypical nurses outfit. She was holding a clipboard and had a friendly but all business demeanour to her. Her short blond hair made her look like a character from a TV show and she knew it. Her diminutive size did nothing but somehow enhance the authority she carried. "Hi Christine! The Doctor will see your patient now." Post Script If you were Becky, how would you answer Christine? What was your favourite part so far? Thanks To ItzWolfyDude for the idea of using a Hitachi Magic Wand on a full bowel after an enema. Having never experienced that before I hope the description was close enough. I tried doing some research around using vibrators on a gut full of water but surprisingly enough I didn’t get a whole lot of results. If you decide to try this out, please be careful. If something hurts, stop! I am pretty sure a visit to your local ER won’t nearly be as much fun as a visit to The Doctor. Well. Maybe. We’ll see son enough.

### Chapter 4 Warnings: __MORE__ Water Play, Non-con, breaking of spirit, Enemas I was very tired, and I had a full tummy. I had just experienced near-drowning twice over. The only thing swimming was my head. I was laying on the bottom of the tall empty tub, strapped to a metal grill. "It's time for your shave!" Christine sing-songed, and I felt the blast of burning hot water against my face again. “We’re going to get your skin nice and hot so we can open up all those pores. So we’re going to fill the tub up again. Make sure you take a deep breath!” “No!” I yelped. This was too far, too much. "I'm sorry sweety, but the Director ordered." Christine responded, clearly enjoying it. The Hot water continued spraying me all over. I could watch the steam rise and could feel my skin turning pinker and pinker. “Deep Breath!” I heard the plug get re-engaged. .I felt a masculine hand grab my shoulder and give it a squeeze. I felt the hot water rise above my ears, my cheeks. I arched my head up as high as I could before drawing in as big a breath. The water went up over my head. Again I waited. Again I thrashed, until finally the metal grill I was strapped to started rise out of the water and I gasped. The hot jet of water still on me. I drew in ragged breaths, gasping choking and sputtering. It stopped. I was able to catch a breath. I was up near the top of the tub again. “Shaving is such a nasty necessity of ABDL life. Maybe you’ll be lucky and we’ll wax the rest of your hair, hmm?” Christine had lathered up a luxurious amount of baby dove soap with a shaving brush. The soapy nursery scent was heavenly and made me feel small. She started to brush the soap all over my face. The brush felt silky smooth like it was made of unicorn hair instead of boar, badger or wolverine hair. The pink handle said this was clearly a custom brush. I was worried when she pulled out the straight razor. She put a hand around my head and held my chin in place, and started to glide the razor across my cheek. It was equal parts nerve-wracking and relaxing. She was gently pulling on my lip and face and gliding the razor down very slowly. Janet had produced a small bin of hot water that Christine could use to wash the blade off. Soon all facial hair was swimming amongst clumps of baby soap. Or so I thought. My face was lathered up and I was shaved again, and I relaxed into it. I was getting used the gentle scrape and glide across my face. “Okay sweety, stay very still, I’m going to finish it off.” One more lather of baby soap with the cute pink “unicorn hair” shave brush, and I felt Christine go against the grain this time. She took her time and went even slower. At first I breathed through it, but then relaxed, even if the scraping sound of the naked blade against my skin was still a little more disconcerting going against the grain. “Alright, smooth as a baby’s bottom. Let’s rinse you off!” l was blasted again with cold water. This continued until I felt the water against my cheeks again. Up the water level went. My teeth were chattering so hard my jaw was staring to ache. Finally the spray stopped and I looked up at Christine who just looked down and smiled at me. "Okay, just like last time. Deep breath sweety, Down you go. We're going to let out the water once you hit the bottom so, just hold your breath till it drains!" "no no nono nonono" I started to sputter and choke and cry. This was too much, I couldn't take it again. The water was too cold. The water was too hot. The wait between breaths was too long, the breaks between drownings were too short. I was too tired. Tears were coming and snot was running down my nose. I burped again from my massive meal and spat up a bit. Christine leaned in. "Deep breaths sweety, you're almost done. Besides we need to clean you up again, look at you!" Then the blast of hot water hit my face again. It started to close over my mouth and I arched up and took a big breath. Not a second too soon, because the grill started to lower me back into the tub. It was HOT. My skin felt like it was burning, like I was sinking into boiling water. I kept sinking until the grill hit the bottom of the tub. I opened my eyes. There was at least a foot of water between my face and the top. It might as well have been 10 feet. I heard the plug get pulled almost immediately and watched the water level slowly drain. The level slowly inching it’s way down. My lungs felt like bursting. My skin felt like it was on fire. I struggled in vein. I could hear the water dribbling down the drain instead of rushing. I panicked. I struggled. I waited. The pain in my lungs was unreal. Finally I felt the cool air on my forehead and I arched my back, tilting my head up gasping. I felt someone remove the nose clip and I breathed deeply. Revelling in every last breath. The last of the water gurgled down the drain and I felt the metal grill I was strapped to rise slowly again. I was crying and gasping. I felt my chin get gently pulled back and something rubbery put in one of my nostrils. I felt the suction of the nasal aspirator. I watched as it moved to my other nostril and then found my face and tears were dried with a towel. My straps were released and I was helped out of the tub. I was still sobbing and shaking. What had I gotten myself into? "Okay little one, time for you to get dried up before we get you ready to see The Doctor!" I felt a towel go over my head and then my hand grasped before I was taken over to one of the change tables. Christine helped me up and removed my towel before I was pushed down on the cold plastic surface. I shivered. I wasn't really dry. I found my wrists and ankles restrained to the table. My teeth were chattering again. I heard wheels on tile and I saw Janet coming over, wheeling an IV stand with a very big full soap suds filled enema bag. "Thank you Janet!" Christine said. And without skipping a beat, she pressed a button on the side of the change table and I found my legs being swung up. The ankle restraints were clipped to two poles that were embedded in the side of the change table. They were actually part of a mechanism that allowed the poles to hinge upwards so my legs were sticking straight up. "Do you want to do the honours?" Christine asked Janet. "Eewww, okay, I guess." she responded. Christine laughed. "No, don't worry, I'll do it, I like this part. I love to watch them squirm!" "Oh!" Janet seemed a little more interested in the idea. "It's just so … gross though." "It can be, but if you know what you’re doing it doesn’t have to be as gross, and you can really make it fun. Here. Let's do it together.” “Thanks Christine!” “Okay, first put on some gloves." I watched as they both donned rubber gloves, Christine making an obvious snap with them and Janet revelling in my reaction. "Now when dealing with an already inserted plug, you need to be careful about mess. Keep wipes handy, and put down a disposable blue pad." I watched as Christine pulled out all the toys-of-the-trade she was talking about from below the change table and set them beside me. She patted my bum and I instinctively raised it so she could slip the disposable blue pad under me. “You can use body language to get them to do things. A light tap and they raise their bum. They know what’s happening and just need a little direction.” “What happens if they’re bratty?” “Let’s show her Becky. Lift up your bum and lets do it again, but this time I give you permission to brat out.” I was exhausted from the bath, the *last* thing on my mind was to be a brat. But then, by not behaving and being a brat wouldn’t that be bratting? I lay there. I frowned at Christine and didn’t move an inch. If she wanted me to brat, then fine. I’d brat. Christine gave me a wry smile and she gave a strong spank across my bottom, the smack reverberating off the tiled walls and floor. I scrunched up my face and frowned even more. I hated this. I hated how much I liked this. I hated the treatment I just received at her hand, and I hated how much I loved it at the same time. I stuck out my tongue. “One smack like that should normally be enough to get a little one to behave. But sometimes they really brat out and need to be taught what disobeying means. Usually constant, continual and growing pain is the way to go. Why don’t you grab one of her nipples and start to give it a tough squeeze?” Janet did. They were still tender so it immediately hurt. I lifted my bum up, Christine smacked my ass harder. “No. You’re not done being a brat till I say so.” I sheepishly put my ass back down only to receive another really loud spank. “Becky, you aren’t listening to me! Squeeze Harder Janet!” Janet squeezed harder and said. “Lift up that ass!” Janet said severely. I stayed put despite the pain. “For exceptionally recalcitrant little sissies, usually the promise of more pain later is enough.” “Becky, if you don’t lift that ass up, I am going to paddle that ass of yours raw!” Janet snapped. I stayed put, the trap I was in was really dawning on me. Either way I am going to get punished here, it just depends on who doles it out and how. Janet stopped pinching my nipple and had grabbed a wooden hairbrush from under the change table, she moved beside Christine and started smacking my ass hard. I stayed put though, I was supposed to brat and I was afraid of the consequences if I behaved. Wait, that sounds backwards, but that was the trap I was in. The hairbrush spanking continued. “Becky, if you do not lift your ass up right now I will make you live to regret it.” I stay put. The rain of blows on my ass really starting to hurt. The blows got harder and harder and I started to yelp out in pain. “Okay Becky, you can behave now.” I sighed and immediately lifted my bum. “The important thing Janet is that if you make a threat like that, you need to live up to it. So now you have a punishment that you’re going to need to dole out.” Christine replied. Janet and I looked at eachother, then Janet smiled a mean little smile at me. “We’re going to work on your brattiness Becky.” Christine said plainly. “You’re going to help me train Janet in dealing with difficult subs. From now on I want you to behave.” Chrsitine continued with her instruction. "Now to make the process as mess free as possible, just give them the right kind of motivation." Christine grabbed the base of the plug and looked me in the eye. "Becky, if you make a mess, I promise you, I will save that mess for you, and you will live to regret it." My eyes widened. I Squeezed my cheeks tight, which only made Christine pulling the plug out even worse. I panted and breathed through the whole thing and finally it came out, she wrapped it in the pad, and dumped that in a big plastic bag. "That part will always be a little messy, but you can make it more fun by making them hurt themselves. Now you do the fun part. Lube up the nozzle nice and heavy. Use your left hand to spread the lube on, and keep your dominant right hand free for other work." Christine said to Janet. I watched as Janet spread generous goopy globs of lube all around the large double balloon nozzle. "Good, now hold it with your left hand, and use your right hand to pump up the inner balloon once or twice. Perfect. That makes it more fun going in. There, now you use your left hand to find where her anus is. Just gently probe with your finger until you find it, give it a good rub around with the lube, and then stick your finger in nice and slow. There you go. Now try two. Perfect. Scissor your fingers a little and watch him squirm." Christine continued. "Oh that is fun!" I was indeed squirming. Alternating between hot humiliation and mewling lust. "Right? Careful, this little one is going to 'make number three' if you keep going. If you want some real fun, you can put the nozzle in now while your fingers are still in. Just be gentle. Thats it." I started moaning and whining in pain/pleasure as my anus was stretched further and further. Finally the balloon popped in and Janet pulled her fingers out. Christine continued her instructions. "There, now grab the wrist of your left glove with your right hand, and pull it over, letting the glove turn inside out. Perfect, now tie it up in a knot and you're safe. That wasn't so bad was it? Now lets pump up those balloons and get this little one cleaned out!" Janet pumped the nozzle up nice and big, and released the clamp. I gasped as the water flooded into me and Christine and Janet giggled. Christine pulled a large pacifier out of the pocket of her scrubs and stuck it in my mouth. "We're going to go for a quick cup of coffee to discuss your punishment later for disobeying Janet and me, and then I'll be back for you to expel. Be good!" And just like that. They left me, naked, shivering, on display, getting a soapy enema in the middle of the bathroom. I was the only ABy there getting such an intense treatment. The few ABDLs I did see here were getting normal baths—not the brutal get-ready-to-meet-your-maker kind that I got. Every once in awhile a caretaker would look at me and smile. Most ABs would just stare. I was trying to process everything that happened when the first wave of cramps hit. Then it dawned on me. We only just started the day.

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Chapter 3 Warnings: Burping, Breath Play, Butt stuff and *intense* Water play. **This chapter turns everything up from 11 to 12**. This chapter and the next one are the scariest chapters I’ve written. After my my horrible gut-filling breakfast, Christine took off my feeding gag and grabbed a nursery scented wipe. She pulled the chain of the clamps and I tried to lean forward to ease the pain of the little bastards biting into my really tender nipples. Unfortunately the 5 point harness made it impossible to move an inch, so all I really did was push my face forward. Then it was the face wiping. Christine went from the top of my head down to my neck. She paid special attention to my nostrils and my mouth giving me a chance to smell and taste the cloying baby wipe. By the time she was done it felt like the first layer of skin came off. Thankfully she remove the clamps, and then unclipped me from the highchair harness. "Lean forward." Christine said. She threw a receiving blanket over her shoulder and pulled me close and started patting my back. I leaned into it and felt the bubbles start to rise up. Good thing too, after all this force feeding I'd taken in a *lot* of air. After only a few seconds I let out an astonishing belch. It wasn't long before another one, but I felt the burning as some 'hitchhikers' came up too. Formula, yoghurt, cottage cheese, prunes and stomach acid all mixed in my mouth. I was overtired from my sleepless night so I wasn't thinking quite right and I couldn't help but just open my mouth and let it all come out. "Good Girl" Christine purred and she patted my back a little firmer. Another big belch came up and again I dribbled more of my breakfast down my chin and onto the bib. Then she gently pushed me off of her shoulder and used the blanket to wipe my face. I wanted to ask for something to drink to get the awful taste out of my mouth, but my tummy was so full and I was afraid of what I'd be given. I thought it was probably best to just deal with it. "Ok, lets go" She said. She deftly unclipped the rest of the restraints from the highchair. She reattached my leash and led me out of the feeding room and down a short ways through the hallway into another large room, this one titled "Bath Room". This was not your typical bathroom. It was a very large tiled room with high ceilings. There were 3 big tubs, each of them occupied by an adult baby getting cleaned by a nurse or a caretaker. The sound of the splish splashes reflected off the tile and the high ceiling like a swimming pool. Off to one side was a set of cubbies that held a boxes full of toys and bath-care items. On the other side there were hooks on the wall with cute animal towels hanging off of them. There were 3 littles here, naked as a jay-bird and getting towel dried. All of them were wearing chastity cages, 2 blue and one pink. There was also a change table here, and one little was getting a round of cream and powder put on, and getting wrapped up in a fresh disposable by her caretaker. "We're next. Go find your bath box sweety." Christine pointed to the cubbies. We walked over and I found one that had my name on it. It was a pink tub. Inside was a pink rubber duck, a nasal aspirator and some nail clippers, a bottle of baby shampoo, a bar of soap, a thick wooden bristled scrubber, baby lotion, and a large red rubber butt plug. Some of the other boxes had toys and bubble bath, but mine was all business. We walked over to a tub where an adult baby boy was being helped out by a male caretaker. He turned and smiled at me, it was Dan! "Good morning Eyeuh-Becky! Good morning Christine!" I blushed. I wasn't sure about my nickname, or my feelings about him, and my lack of sleep made it harder to parse all these feelings. "Hello Dan. Becky, say good morning to Nurse Dan." "Good morning Dan". I said in a small voice. Christine clearly noticed and took this opportunity to make me feel smaller. "NURSE Dan." Christine Chided "Nurse Dan" corrected myself. "Come on, you use words. Say it again from the top sweety!" Christine saw both the way I looked at Dan, and the way Dan looked at me, and she was using it against me. "Good Morning Nurse Dan" I mumbled, looking down at the floor. "Curtesy when you say it dear." I stood paralyzed. My face burning red and I even got a bit of tunnel vision. "I see we're going to have to put you in curtesy school this afternoon. Come on Becky, curtsey and say good morning." I stumbled and tried to do my best curtsey all while saying "Good Morning Nurse Dan". It was like walking, chewing gum, rubbing my belly and patting my head all at the same time. I was a boy, I'd never been formally taught how to curtsey. I only vaguely recall lessons in grade 1 or 2 where we learned this stuff—and bowing was easy. "Thank you Becky" Dan said and chuckled. "Maybe I can be the one to reward you when you get a passing grade this afternoon?" "Let's get you out of that sleeper and diaper shall we?" Christine jumped in. She spared no time unlocking and unzipping my pink sleeper. In the meantime Dan's adult baby charge was looking at Christine and I with wide eyes. "You remember your time with me the last time you were here, don't you little Xander." She looked at him with an evil smile. He just nodded, pale white and naked as a jay bird. "Come on, lets get you dried up" Dan chuckled, throwing a blue piggie towel over his head and wrapping him up. Christine was quickly stripping me out of my pink frilly bunny sleeper. I blushed red as Christine quickly unlocked my plastic pants and untapped my disposable. Now I was naked as a jay bird, and right in front of Dan no less. And everyone else here. "Bend over and touch your toes!" Christine said with a wicked smile. I complied. I was red faced, extremely vulnerable and more then a little disoriented. The lack of sleep and strangeness of the situation I found myself in compounding in a slightly unreal mixture. As if to snap be back into reality, I felt the red rubber butt plug against my still tender hole, and then it gently, expertly and firmly getting pushed into place. I let out a little yelp and a moan, causing Dan to chuckle again and Christine only to push harder. "Quiet little one, we need to make sure you don't poop the tub." Christine chided. I could see Xander shift nervously and uncomfortably. "Does this remind you of anything Xander?" Christine said winking at him. "I think little Xander here is going to be having second thoughts the next time he brats out, isn't that right little one?" Dan said as he tousled Xander's hair. "Uh huh". Xander's voice was some how both very low-pitched and butch, but also little and cute at the same time. I was feeling really exposed and objectified. I was put on display and having my bottom being plugged up, all the while being talked over and made and example of. I could feel my cock strain against my cage. Between being so objectified and humiliated, and the deep prostate massage I was getting this was hot. "Alright, lets get you in the tub." Christine and Dan both helped me into the large empty tub. I found my ankles and wrists shackled to a metal grate at the bottom of it. The high walls of the tub towered over me. Even the quality of the sound changed in the tub. The spigot had a cute rubber ducky on top that loomed over me. There was also a shower attachment beside it and faucet controls were positioned off to the side clearly meant to be handled by someone outside of the tub, not in it. Dan leaned over and whispered in my ear "Good luck Becky. You're in good hands though." What did that mean? I looked up at the ceiling and saw that it went high up to the floor above. There was a window looking down at the bathroom and I could see The Director, Cloudy and Sam all looking down at me. The Director smiled a very wicked smile and his eyes narrowed. I shivered, remembering the words last night. "Every little bit of compassion that Dan shows you..." I watched as he pulled out his phone. A few seconds later I heard the marimba song of an iPhone speaker bounce off the tile floor and walls. "Yes?" It was Christine. "Of course sir. I will. Yes. How long? Really? Do you think she can handle that? I knew you would say that sir." I could hear the smile in her voice at that last line. Looking up I could see the director looking down at me. His smile got bigger. Cloudy looked scared, and Sam was telling her something, I'm not sure what though. "Well it sounds like someone is going to get a special bath time today. So we need to get you ready for that!" Christine said, and she walked over to the cubbies to retrieve something. She came back and I felt her clamp something on my nose tight and then a tight thick rubber elastic wrap around and snapped against my head. It was like a swimming clip but heavy duty. "Here we go, bathtime!" Christine sing-songed. The jet of freezing cold water blasted me in the face from the shower head. I shivered and sputtered. It was hard to breathe with the water blasting me in the face. I squeezed my eyes shut and moved my head forward. It wasn't long before I found my head pulled back, and then my neck and my forehead attached to the metal girl. The intensity of the water increased and it felt like a million cold knives tearing into my face. Finally the painful jet stopped. I was shivering in a puddle of freezing cold water. I opened my eyes to catch my bearings. Christine was at the foot of the tub with her hands gripped on both faucets, looking down at me smiling. Up above the Director was transfixed, staring at me. My wife Cloudy was also looking at me, concern written all over her eyes. Sam the cute male orderly who had gone with her yesterday was beside her. I could see through the full length windows he was holding her hand. I shivered in my puddle of cold water for a few seconds before the next blast of water came. This time searing hot. I had to keep my mouth closed tight. If I opened my mouth to breathe I would get a jet of hot water down my throat. I found that if I sucked air in gently through my closed lips I could hold the water in my mouth without choking or drowning. This wasn't a babys bath time that's for sure. This kept going back and forth until I was half-submerged under tepid water. Then it was strictly hot water splashing onto my face. I tried twisting my face away, but with the way my nose clip was attached to the metal grill I couldn't turn at all. The water kept spraying at my face. I felt my temperature rise and my face get flush. I could feel the water level slowly crawl up my cheeks until it overtook my mouth. I tilted my head back as much as I could to grab a breath between pursed lips before the scalding water covered me completely. I held my breath. The water level rose and rose. My face getting more flush from being blasted at with hot water. I started to panic and struggle. Finally I felt the grill that I was bound to start to rise and push me out of the water. Gasping for fresh air, I caught a lung full of hot spray causing me to cough and sputter. Finally it turned off. I kept coughing and gasping. I even spat up a little bit more of my breakfast. When I finally settled down a little I felt the bristles of the scrub-brush roughly across my nipples. I was getting scrubbed down hard! When Christine got to the bottoms of my feet it was the worst. They tickled and they hurt at the same time. At least, it felt like it was the worst until Christine got to my chastity cage. There was a lot of poking and scraping and brushing in some real sensitive places. Finally that stopped, and what followed was a relaxing scalp massage. I relaxed into the baby shampoo and enjoyed the scents and the sensation. But just as soon as it started, it stopped and I found my face being washed. Just like yesterday I found my mouth invaded, this time with a soapy wash cloth. My eyes were burning from the soap as well. Before long, I felt the grill I was restrained to sink back into the hot water. I drew in a long breath and back down I went. How long would I be down here? Long enough. I thrashed as best as I could to somehow signal that I was running low on air and I needed out, but it didn't help. I was starting to panic for real. Finally I felt myself getting lifted back up. It only took a few seconds but it felt like minutes. I broke through the water gasping and then felt another blast of cold water hit my face at the same time. I ended up getting some in my lungs and started choking and coughing while the freezing cold water hit me. After a few seconds it stopped while I kept going. Gasping and wheezing I felt Christine lean in. "Deep breath sweety, Down you go. We're going to let out the water once you hit the bottom so, just hold your breath till it drains!" She saw the panic in my eyes. This is one of the scenes from my whole experience that is burned in my mind. Me, bound to this metal grill slowly sinking into a tub full of water. Around me were a bunch of caretakers and ABDLs looking down at me and watching this happen. I coughed and gasped some more. Most of the caretakers were smiling. I recognized Janet from earlier, she was just staring at Christine with her mouth slightly open. I could hear my coughing bouncing off the tile floor. Dan looked sad. His little Xander was pie-eyed and hands covering his mouth. Most of the other littles looked, shocked, scared and a little intrigued as well. I tried to breathe normally. Up above I could see that Cloudy had her hand over her mouth, and Sam was comforting her. The director was looking right at me. His eyes burning right through me. I felt the water hit my ears. "Deeeeeeep Breath!" Christine said happily "No I... " I gasped and held my breath. There is no point in saying no. Down I went. Slowly. It was painful. Each inch downwards was an inch of water I had to wait to drain. Then the grill I was bound to stopped. I heard the plug get pulled and the water started drain. I watched as it slowly. Slowly. Descend. I just had to hang on. It stopped. I Yelped through my closed mouth. I heard the plug get pulled again and just the smallest dribble of water flow down the drain. I watched as the level painfully slowly crawled down as I was running out of air. Panic gripped me even tigher and I tried desperately to get out of my restraints but it was no good. Finally I felt air on my forehead and I thrust my chin up and gasped. There was clapping and cheering from a few people. I had made it. Dan bent over and stroked my forehead, getting my long hair out of my eyes. "You did good!" He said quietly. "Now it's time for your rinse!" Christine Sing-songed.

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### Chapter 2 Warning: Feeding! Here I was, tightly strapped down in a big pink high chair. A big around my neck was emblazoned with "Poopy princess". On the tray of the high chair was half a tub of yoghurt; half a tub of cottage cheese; a bottle half full of bitter Alamentium formula; a big bowl of puree prunes; and a big bowl of spinach, apple and oatmeal baby cereal. "Please, I can't eat another bite" I burped. "Oh sweety, that doesn't matter, open wide!" I obediently opened my mouth, and was rewarded with a big spoon full of plain yoghurt. I hated yoghurt. I moaned a little after gulping it down and was rewarded with another spoon full of prunes. I strugged to open my mouth and a spoon full of slightly bitter oatmeal was pushed in. I burped again. "I can't, no more, please!" I begged. Christine just grabbed the baby bottle and pushed it in between my lips. "Becky, all of my charges have been Poopy Princes or Princesses at least once. All of them. You are a special case. I am going to make you a Prince or a Princess every day. In fact, one day I plan on making you both a Prince and a Princess on the same day. Won't that be fun?" I just sat there, the bottle nipple in between my lips. I was too full and the Alamentium was too bitter. "Not only that, but Beth has requested that your stomach be nice and stretched out for Wednesday, which doesn't give us long. So get used to feeling too full!" I just groaned. "Do you want me to stop spoon feeding you?" I nodded my head and mumbled "uh huh" through the bottle nipple. "Well. Have it your way!" She said. I watched as walked back to the counter at the other side of the room, and came back with a big transparent bag, some tubing, a big pink pacifier gag, another can of formula, a cordless immersion blender and a really big grin." "This way is fun too." She exclaimed. She set the big bag down on the tray, and opened the baby bottle. The formula was poured into the bag. Next was the yoghurt and cottage cheese, prunes and finally the apple-spinach oatmeal. Then using the blender the mixture was blended into a very thick pale brown mush. "It's a good thing I brought more formula, because this is too thick." Christine just stared at me as she opened the can of ready to feed formula and dumped it in the bag, mixing it together without taking her eyes off me. She adjusted something on the highchair, and I saw a collapsable IV stand get pulled out of the backrest and clicked into place. Then the full bag was hung up, tube connected. I just made a yuck face. "Now lets get this on you, shall we?" Christine sighed, as she detached my neck and forehead restraints, pulled the feeding gag over my face and buckled it behind my head. This time she clipped the buckles of the feeding gag to the headrest of the highchair. "If I thought your stomach could handle it, I would make sure you had all the other babies leftovers. Maybe we can spend an afternoon in here together, and I can just feed you and feed you. Won't that be fun?" I groaned through the gag, and in response, Christine just attached the tube to the gag, and then to the bag and I watched as light brown goop slid into my mouth. I tried to bite down, but the rubber was too thick. I tired to move my tongue to stop the flow, but I could not. The sour of the yogurt mixed with the bitter milky formula and the salty cottage cheese in the worst way possible, with just enough sweet prunes to make it even worse. I made a face and gulped it down, moaning again. "Maybe this is how we can have breakfast every day? We can try out different foods too. Tomorrow we could have hard boiled eggs, I could make you a special veggie omelette! Purée of course." Christine grasped my nipples and started squeezing and twisting through the thick fabric of my pajamas. My eyes crossed a little as I gulped down more breakfast puree from the feeding gag. The sudden sensory load making my head swim. My nipples were very raw from their earlier punishment. I wasn't sure which was worse, the feeding? Or the tweaking, pulling and twisting? When the bag was half done, Christine took things to a new level. She pulled a pair of nipple clamps attached by a chain from the pockets of her scrubs and snapped them in place. They weren't on tight, but they didn't have to be. I squeeled in pain. Then she could use one hand to pull them, and with the second hand she started rubbing the front of my diaper. I was still trapped inside of the chastity cage but it felt really good. I had been edged since yesterday afternoon. Christine took it slow, tugging on my nipples with one hand while rubbing my caged cock through my diaper, plastic pants and sleeper. I soon got into a rhythm of sucking down my horrible breakfast and trying my best to move in time with her hand. It was difficult, what with the 5 point harness and all, but all this attention distracted me from the terrible flavour and the fullness of my stomach. I was moaning and bucking and making a commotion. I was already in a foggy state to begin with from lack of sleep and I could only focused on the pain/pleasure of everything happening. Finally the last of the mush gurgled out of the bag and into my mouth and Christine stopped. My moans turned from pleasurable to pitiful whines. She chuckled as she pulled the nipple clamps tighter. The room full of a adult babies and their caretakers applauded. I was sweating—again—under my already sweaty PJs and deeply embarassed by my behaviour. I was so tired I had completely forgotten that I was the center of attention. "The earliest you get release is Saturday. If you're lucky. Well, looks like you're done for now, lets go give you a bath. The Doctor needs his subjects to be squeaky clean!'

Alright gang, we’re getting into Day 2. Day 2 is significantly darker. There is some content that some may find troubling. I will be flagging the chapter’s with big fat warnings when they get intense. ### Chapter 1 Warnings: Messy Diaper situations "How did you sleep?" It was Christine's sing-song voice. I mumbled through my pacifier. It was too early. What time was it? I felt like I barely got a wink of sleep. Suddenly my sleep mask was pulled from my eyes and the bright lights of my little pervy nursery-prison stabbed my eyes. "Well, we need to get you changed and get you some breakfast. Normally Sunday is a day of rest for everyone, but you're a special case sweety pie." Christine was in a set of black scrubs. On her left breast pocket she had a purple devil smiley face embroidered on. She wasted no time unlocking the top of my crib, lowering the rails, unplugging the e-stim and removing all of the straps for my bondage sleep sack. She quickly grabbed some clips from the toy-table, and a spreader bar. My ankle restraints were quickly attached. I was pulled up to a sitting position. I felt the fluid of my diaper gush and sploosh. A set of pink leather reins was draped over my head, and quickly buckled behind my back, and I found my wrist restraints clipped to d-rings on the sides. A leash was attached to the front, and I was pulled off of my crib and towards the door. I was drenched in sweat, and my entire pelvis itched like mad. The comfortable PJs I was swaddled in last night turned into a sweaty prison hours ago. "Today we're going for a walk to the feeding room, with a quick stop to get you changed. Maybe tomorrow we'll push you in your stroller." Christine Swiped her card, and we went through the door and down the corridor. I padded through the hallway in my pink sleeper PJs, the rubber paw feet making a slapping sound bouncing off the walls and floor as I waddled down the hall. The spreader bar forced me to take short, wide, hobbling steps. My full and thick diaper was just barely hanging off of my hips. The smell was practically caustic. The ghost pepper mixed in with puréed meat was just about the worst combination. "We have so much to do today! First a change and then breakfast. After breakfast, you're going to get a bath—you really need it! Then you have an appointment with The Doctor for some tests. After that is your morning discipline session. Then a nice big Lunch. Normally there isn't school on weekends and everyone gets to play in the playroom—unless you're bad and then it's detention. After that you'll get a snack and a short nap before a movie. Some sissies go to serving school instead. After that it will be a late dinner for you, a punishment session, a nighttime snack, and bed!" I was tired just hearing it. But my cage was straining none-the-less. After what felt like forever with plenty of strangers scrunching their faces as they went by, we got to a change table just outside of a doorway with a big "feeding room" sign above it. There was already a man getting his dirty diaper changed on the table. A male nurse was chiding him about the state of his diaper. I wasn't sure who was stinkier, him or me. "Here, you read the rules of the feeding room while we wait for the change table to be free." To the right of the doorway was a large poster. In big block letters with colorful marker and lots of cute illustrations there was a list of rules. 1) All ABies will be properly secured at all times. ⛓ 2) ABies will eat what that are fed without complaint. ? 3) Under no circumstances will diapers be messed in the feeding room. ? 4) No Spilling. ? 5) All liquids will be consumed by bottle, sippy cup or feeding gag. ? 6) All ABies will have at least 6 servings of vegetables per day. ? 7) The ABy boy and ABY girl with the messiest diaper will be the poopy prince and poopy princess for the day. ? 8) Food waste will not be tolerated. ? "Okay, the change table is free. Let's get you changed Little Miss Poopypants." I was pulled over to the change table. Christine got a stool and put it down, allowing me to set up and sit on the table. Obediently I lay down on the white plastic mat. She pulled a thick canvas strap around my arms and across my chest. She wasted no time removing the bar between my legs and unzipping the bottom of my sleeper and pulling my legs out, letting the bottoms bunch up a little. My locking plastic pants were removed, and my very full diaper was un-taped. Christine spent a lot of time wiping me clean. "Such a messy baby. Just look at this rash. This really must itch and sting!" I nodded. After many many more wipes later and lots of comments from passer-bys, the diaper was rolled up and taped together and put in a ziplock bag. She plopped the package on a scale and took note of the weight before comparing it to a sheet of paper posted on the wall. "Perfect!" She said out loud. She unceremoniously tossed it into an awaiting diaper genie. I felt Christine check over my chastity cage and give it a good cleaning with even more wipes. Then a fresh application of barrier cream and a lot more baby powder before I was nestled in a new disposable. A new set of clear plastic pants went overtop. She put my PJs were back on. They felt wet and gross and cold. She removed the strap holding me down and helped me off of the table. "Well , lets get you fed, shall we Princess Poopypants?" She said, pulling me into the feeding room. It was a large room, with a fair number of adult sized high chairs around. Some of them blue, some of them white, and some of them pink. Most of them had way more straps and d-rings than a normal high chair should. Many of them had IV stands attached. Almost all of the highchairs were occupied, frequently there would be a nurse sitting on a tall barstool or standing, feeding an adult baby their breakfast. Some babies were alone, drinking their breakfast from a feeding gag attached to a heavy bag hanging on an IV stand. One had a funnel gag and was choking down a surprising amount of prune juice. One adult baby in a cute pink rubber dress was holding onto a bottle between two rubber mittened hands. "She" was making a big mess with formula or milk dibbling down her chin and onto her bib. The tray to her highchair was covered in food. At the other end of the room was a raised platform and 2 highchairs at center stage. One in pink and one in blue. They had even more straps than the other ones, and the chrome on them glistened from the intense light that shone upon them. The man who was getting changed earlier was sitting in the blue one, wearing a cute blue sailor onsie and cap. Around his neck was a blue silicone bib. Against the wall where we came in was a long counter with a set of cabinets and a large white fridge on the other end. Of course it had various pieces of artwork attached by cute fridge magnets. Some of them were very childish, while other pieces were clearly done by accomplished artists. Each one featured a scene of some kind of ABDL perversion happening. Christine looped my leash around a hook on the wall near to the door and busied herself getting everything ready. I watched as she pulled out a pink tray and started to set my breakfast down on it. First was 3 jars full of brown prune purée. 3 cans of ready to feed Alamentium formula was next. Then healthy helping of baby cereal. My stomach was full just thinking about it. She pulled out 2 medium sized diary containers from the fridge. Yoghurt probably. Finally she grabbed a pink baby bowl and spoon, a cute big pink bottle and grabbed a pink bib hanging on a hook. She came over and attached the silicone bib behind my neck, the catch-pocket was wide and deep. There was a picture of a crown and an emoji poop on it with the words "Poopy princess" written below. With that on, she looped the leash through her wrist and grabbed the very full tray before pulling me straight towards the pink high chair on the stage. "Attention everyone, Becky here has been coronated poopy princess by having the messiest diaper this morning." Christine announced. Most of the staff clapped, and most of the ABy looked relieved. "She was even messier than little Daniel here!". Daniels caretaker shot a look at me and then he jabbed a blue spoon into some green sludge and pushed a full spoonful of it into his mouth. I was taken to the pink high chair, and my leash removed and wrist restraints unclipped from my reins. I was pushed down on to the bucket seat and quickly nestled and buckled into a 5 point harness. My knees were strapped in as well, and my ankle restraints were clipped to the chair. The tray was put on and clipped into place before my wrists were attached at the sides of the chair. My neck and head were also strapped tight to the headrest, then the big pink tray full of food was set on the high chair tray, and Christine took a seat beside me. She made sure she could feed me, but everyone in the feeding room still had a clear view of me. First she opened the prune babyfood, dumping all three jars with a splort into my cute pink baby bowl. Then she opened a can of Alamentium formula and poured that into the other bowl full of baby cereal. She mixed it up and I looked at the unappetizing slightly brown green color. Christine noticed my look and said "Apple spinach oatmeal! You're going to love it!". She opened the first tub of what I assumed was yoghurt. Instead I saw the telltale lumps of cottage cheese. I was right about the 2nd tub. Plain yoghurt. She finished off by opening the other two cans of Alamentium formula and pouring them into the big bottle. "I hope you're hungry sweety. Now open wide!' At first I got the nipple from the bottle. I started to drink and tasted the bitter Alamentium formula and tried to gulp it down as best as I could. It was the worst combination of milky, watery and bitter. Then it was a spoon full of cereal. Thankfully it was bland, more like "memories of apples and spinach". Then the spoon was dunked nice and deep into the yoghurt and shoved into my mouth. The sourness making me involuntarily try and turn away. Then it was the cottage cheese, the texture almost pushing me over the edge. Between the yoghurt and the cottage cheese I was thankful for every bite of cereal or prunes. This continued for a little while before the bottle was pushed into my lips again and I was forced to drink more of the formula. She kept the bottle there until I had had a good drink. My stomach hurt. I was bloated, and we were not even half done.