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Why not ask on the story itself? There might even be an answer in the comments

This is just absolutely spectacular. The depth of the emotions and the thought process of someone losing their adulthood is just.... wow.

What exactly is this post? Some sort of passive aggressive attempt to get the author to post new content by pointing out that content is available elsewhere? Literally no comment on the story but this just this random BS babble. I hope I am.not alone in suggesting that you have a cup of STFU

I like the twist, I was thinking Daddy was going to find them there and decide it suited them, little did I know he built it

Sorry for the delay in getting this out, I had to rework a bit of overall plot to steer things where I want them, so I threw out part of the chapter and then hit a bit of a mental block. Chapter 9 – Awe and Shock Monica had to do a double take as she saw the man holding the other end of the leash, it was none other than Mr. Anderson, one of the company’s senior level executives. He was a young man as far as senior level staff went, perhaps 10 years Monica’s senior with a strong, chiseled jawline, lush head of blonde hair and a stout and powerful stature. He was known for being a force to be reckoned with in the boardroom, never afraid to voice his opinion, always ready with a well thought out argument to support his statements, and known to roll roughshod over those who opposed him. Which was perhaps why Monica was so startled to see him with a pet in tow. He just didn’t seem the type to be loving and nurturing or who would enjoy the companionship of a pet. Sure, the bond could happen to anyone, but somehow Monica had imagined it in her mind that the bond only happened to people who had a preexisting compassionate and caring nature about them, which was certainly not the vibe one would pick up off of Mr. Anderson. The truth be told, Monica had actually made attempts to get to know Mr. Anderson better at company events, but his personality even outside of work could be considered abrasive at the best of times. Even as Monica internally struggled with her cognitive dissonance regarding the nature of the man and the fact that he had actually bonded with a pet, she couldn’t help but find herself ensnared by the beauty of the creature. Were he still human – the debate between classification of human or creature still prevailing even amongst the highest levels of academia and the most revered doctors in the world – Monica would have considered him downright gorgeous and would have been making every move possible to get out on a date with him. Monica found herself practically mesmerized by his eyes as the somehow seemed to shift between a misty blue and an almost iridescent in the rays of sunlight beaming in through the windows. Despite the fact that Mr. Anderson was actively speaking to her, Monica had practically fuzzed as she knelt down and leaned in for an even closer look at the beautiful creature. What happened next was a flurry of activity, far to fast to register in enough time for Monica’s brain to accurately process as they occurred. With lightning like speed, the pet lunged towards Monica, it’s teeth seeming to be bared in an attempt to bite her, in the same instant it was being yanked back through the air by it’s collar and then dropping to the ground with multiple limbs twitching as a large yellow stain spread across the front of its previously pristine diaper, causing many of the paw print wetness indicators to quickly disappear. Of course Monica didn’t truly see much of this as the surprise of the sudden attack had sent her catapulting onto her well padded rear, causing the vile contents of her already befouled diaper to mash and mush into every available nook and cranny still left within the already overtaxed diaper. Before she could even begin to truly put together the full sequence of events that had occurred, she felt Mr. Anderson’s strong hands reaching under her armpits as he simultaneously chastised the creature, which was now back on all fours, but slightly cowering against the wall. “I am truly sorry for this Miss Greene, I was trying to warn you that Dusty here is still very young in his pet life and is very prone to impulsive behaviours. He wouldn’t actually try to harm anyone, his reactions are more like that of a young dog, or more perhaps a wolf puppy. In any case, that is precisely why I have had to take several stronger measures in ensuring my ability to control him when he does get too rambunctious. His collar and lead are made of some of the strongest synthetic materials available, although the collar does have a soft inner lining to prevent damaging his neck when he pulls too hard. In order to ensure effective shock delivery, we went with a model that requires the vet to surgically implant several remote probes at strategic points in his body, effectively allowing me to render his limbs all but useless in a mere instant when truly required for public safety. It goes without saying, that as required by law, he was neutered almost immediately upon bonding and adoption, and I do rely upon a routine dose of medications to help curb some of his hormonal tendencies. Of course his body does still encounter normal reactions such as blood flow to unwanted areas when excited, so he is on a progressive series of chastity devices which are designed to both restrict physical size and provide a negative pain stimulus, with an end goal of ultimately shrinking his remaining genitalia to a rather noticeable size and also to hopefully break what you might call the psychosomatic link between the brain and that part of his body so that any physical reaction does not trigger a mental one.” “We did have one unfortunate incident where he managed to slightly injure a human with his teeth, so we did have to take one further measure to protect against accidental bites.” He quickly commanded “Dusty! Sit!” as the creature quickly and obediently raised itself to sit back on its hind legs, with front legs and paws faithfully held in front of it’s chest. “Show teeth!” The creature opened its mouth wide, tongue hanging lazily to the side, revealing what appeared to be some form of upper and lower mouth guard completely ensconcing all of its teeth. “As you can see, I have had him fitted with the most state of the art bite guard technology. It was chemically bonded to his teeth in yet another procedure at the vet’s office. The material works twofold by physically dulling and softening the surface of his teeth to prevent cuts and crushing, but it also comes with an interchangeable bite limiter that fits at the jawline, the lowest level would likely allow him to macerate fresh or cooked meats with some additional effort, while the highest level would leave him on a pureed food diet, likely supplemented by liquid boosters. For now, he is on a roughly mid level device which still allows him the satisfaction of being able to crunch on his delicious dry kibble without being able to inflict any major harm.” “That being said we can have them changed in almost no time at all, isn’t that right my good boy?” The pet let out an excited yelp as its master lent over giving ear and chin scritches, and a shockingly caring and gentle peck on the bridge of the nose. Once again, Monica’s brain found itself absolutely screaming while trying to understand this man and his relationship with his pet. His immediate corrective actions seemed to scream complete and utter disdain for the creature. The choices made in pet gear and other associated measures for behavioural correction, were seemingly abhorrent, although actually quite legal, much to the chagrin of those it the pet rights movements. Fortunately for most pets, the measures described were extremely expensive, and any one in and of itself would require a veterinarian to fill out extensive legal paperwork justifying the need for its implementation, which made it even more dumbfounding that Mr. Anderson could arrange to have so much done. And yet, despite all of this, despite what made it seem as though the man actually despised the creature, he showed actions of true love and affection, the average stranger walking down the street would be completely oblivious to the control measures, and would only see a man who doted and cared for his pet, who went so far as to use humanizing pronouns lik him and good boy to describe the creature. “Now Miss Greene, forgive me for prying, but what brought you here to outside this door today? This area is strictly for pet care, given your recent, errmmm, indiscretions, I don’t expect that you would be trying to bring a pet back into our facility now would you?” Monica realized that she would need to think quickly, clearly she couldn’t let the man know the true reason behind her trip to this room. “I, umm, I’m sorry, I am meeting a friend and I was running behind, and didn’t want to wait for overcrowded elevators so I was using the stairs instead and must have mixed up my floors in my hurry.” “Yes indeed, you must have, all of our informal meeting rooms are on the second floor, although I do not recall ever seeing a room 206b.” “I will have to double check my booking, maybe I mixed it up in my head. In any case, I hope that she is there waiting for me, it would definitely clear up a lot of confusion.” “Well Miss Greene, I wish you all the luck in meeting with your friend, perhaps some advanced preparation and planning would serve you well in the future. In any case, I am afraid that judging by the smell, the shock from our little encounter here seems to have caused my sweet Dusty here to have not only moistened his diaper, but to have also muddied the waters which is a rather abnormal reaction for him, but I had best tend to him before I get back to work.” Monica could have sworn that she saw the creature shaking its head in response to the implication that it had befouled its diaper, and in fact it even appeared to make a sniffing motion in her direction. Fortunately Mr. Anderson’s gave was not directed at the creature so he did not pick up on these cues. Just as the man and pet were about to turn to re-enter the changing room, the trio were interrupted by the sound of Samantha’s voice as she practically bounded across the lobby, a rather large bag slung from her shoulder. “Monica, there you are, I’m so sorry, I was stuck in traffic and my phone was on low battery. You must have been so worried that I wouldn’t make our appointment on time.” “Miss Greene, am I to assume this is the friend who you were rushing to meet as our paths collided today.” “Yes Mr. Anderson, this is my friend Samantha, clearly we are both running a bit behind today, a rather fortunate coincidence if I do say so myself.” “Ah, indeed. Well, Samantha, as I was just explaining to Miss Greene here, it appears that there is some confusion as the public meeting rooms are on the second floor.” “I don’t think so sir, I even have a printed copy of the reservation slip for the room printed right here, pet care room 106b for 12 noon.” “Well I must say that I am clearly confused as to why you would have booked a pet care room as neither seem to fall into the category of pet or caretaker, there would be no reason for you to require its use.” It would be hard for someone to truly know how a muse felt as it was ensnared in the paws of a cat that held only malicious intents of toying with it rather than actually killing and eating it, but in that moment Monica was sure that she knew it as she watched her so called friend’s face. In the mere blink of an eye, Samantha’s grin grew to proportions that would put the Cheshire cat to shame. “Oh, I see my little Mo-Mo is practicing her fibbing today, this is most definitely the room that she needs today. You see her indiscretions of late have not just been in the workplace, and she is facing a punishment most befitting of the crime. Now judging by the smell of things, our appointment in this room is more than overdue, and if you and your cute little pet would be so kind as to excuse us, I would love to help her out now.”

Did we miss a couple of chapters? We end the first with her wondering why he might have (as she suspects) taken one of the pull ups, and now suddenly his mom has called her and told her that he wet the diaper that he took?

Hmm, 3 babies all trapped in the nursery with nobody to initiate release protocol,Kayla may not have thought this one all the way through

Well hopefully for the poor young lad ttherearent any further rules to complicate things, like an accident in the diaper adding another day, or perhaps multiple days because it was a subsequent accident in the same time frame. I guess we will have to wait and see just how long a 24 hour sentence in a padded prison actually turns out to be.

For so e reason I was inspired to give this another read today, and I still can't help but praise it. Also so beautifully interwritten with the plot of AMMR

Chapter 8 – Padded Paperwork It took Monica nearly 15 minutes to sufficiently calm herself down in her office before she could consider herself composed enough to try and begin her workday. The verbal onslaught in the elevator had been brutal to say the least and only served to increase her anxiety of how her day at the office’s pet care facility would go tomorrow. Based on the relentless and unwavering teasing of her coworkers in the elevator, Monica had no doubt that countless droves would take advantage of their employers offer for them to come and watch as she served her punishment. With nothing left to do but begin her day, Monica started to grab her Yeti mug in anticipation of going to fill it with a fresh hot dose from the office machine before her brain kicked in, reminding her that this would be a forbidden activity today, and foreseeably until she had completed Samantha’s punishment. Relegating herself to her new diminished status she reluctantly removed one of the bottles of milk from her lunch bag, doing her best to place it in as inconspicuous of a spot as possible. In this moment, Monica found herself feeling fortunate that she actually had an office with a door that could still be closed. Many of the floors in the building had been converted into an “open office” concept with half height cubicles purportedly designed to help foster open interaction between coworkers, but in actuality only served to create an air of cacophony as countless coworkers engaged in their daily phone calls and meetings while doing their best to ignore the person sitting immediately beside them. There were of course multiple conference and break out rooms scattered on those floors, but they did nothing to offer privacy to individual employees. Monica began her normal routine, plodding through datasets in excel spreadsheets and manipulating the information in the multitude of programs and applications that were constantly spread across her 2 monitors and one laptop screen. Feeling unusually thirsty, she found herself routinely suckling at the bottle of milk, and before she even knew it, the entire 750ml of its contents were gone. A little shy of 2 hours into her day, Monica was forced to mute herself in a meeting as she felt a sneeze coming on. As one sneeze turned into 3, Monica suddenly became aware of another sensation as her crotch rapidly warmed, the sensation spreading ever outwards in an unstoppable wave. It was fortunate that she was not on video, as her face lost all colour as she looked to her crotch with the realization that she had completely and involuntarily wet herself. A quick check of her clothing and chair revealed that her diaper; she still struggled to think of it as hers; had done its job. She was quickly snapped out of her stupor by voices coming from the meeting. “Ms. Greene, Ms. Greene, are you still with us? We are trying to get answers from you” “Y-y-yes, I’m sorry, I was distracted for a moment, could you please repeat the question?” “We were merely asking about the values in the highlighted column on the spreadsheet, could you please run us through them? I am glad you are back with us, for a moment I was worried that your time in the pet care facility had perhaps come to an unannounced start, or that even worse, perhaps the bond had taken you and you were laying on your office floor in a puddle of your own making, waiting for your new keeper to strip you of your clothing and place you in a nice thick diaper from one of the emergency kits kept throughout the building.” These comments were succeeded by roaring laughter as the icons of multiple employees on the call lit up at the same time. “Let me assure you that nothing of the sort has happened, i am still here in the flesh, and i can promise you that neither my clothing, seat or floor have suffered from any sort of leak.” Once again, it seemed that weaving a slight element of truth into the lie would only help to prove its veracity. After all, nobody on the call would ever know that beneath those dry pants, was a suddenly somewhat soggy diaper. “Well, you can never be too sure, they say it can happen to anyone, maybe you should borrow a diaper like the one you left behind in the washroom just in case.” More laughter erupted, before the meeting host was able to bring things back under control. Monica endured the ensuing hour, which much to her chagrin was interspersed with the occasional quip about Monica and her present and or future state. As the meting progressed, Monica had found herself constantly drinking from her second bottle of the day, amazed at how much her thirst level seemed to have increased. In the back of her mind she was only able to attribute it to the effects of the medications that Samantha claimed to have placed in her meals yesterday. With the constant fluid intake, it was inevitable that it was not long before Monica felt a sudden and rapidly rising need to urinate once again. Knowing that she literally had no choice in the matter, she started to relax, only to be shocked by the absolute ease at which she was able to start the flow and her complete inability to stop it once it had begun. The morning continued as such, with no less than 3 other wettings, although Monica could have sworn to herself that she felt smaller trickles throughout, albeit the thickness, thirstiness, and already state of her padding had denied her any opportunity to actually ascertain said fact. With a little over a half hour left until lunch, Monica was beginning to look forward to being able to have Samantha change her diaper, insomuch as an adult being involuntarily forced to wear and use diapers could look forward to a diaper change, when she felt a sudden lurching deep inside of her guts. Within minutes, the activity deep in her bowels had become audible and sweat beads were starting to form on her head. “Please no! Let me hold it! Maybe if I can make it downstairs for my diaper change, Samantha will let me go in the toilet instead, to avoid cleaning up the mess.” Monica spent the next several seemingly interminate minutes constantly shifting positions in her seat, doing her best to alleviate the ever growing pressure in her abdomen. At 11:45, her watch emitted a small shock to her wrist as a notification appeared on the previously dark screen indicating “Diaper change in 15 minutes”. Not wanting to waste any time, Monica made her way out of her office, intentionally slowing her gait to try and mask what could now be described as an almost discernible waddle caused by the ever expanding bulkiness of her diaper, and headed to the elevator banks, all the while fighting to avoid grimacing as wave after wave of cramps rolled through her intestines. After hitting the down button, Monica tried to wait patiently, but found herself releasing an involuntary fart. Although the flatulence was not loud, the old saying of “silent but violent” proved itself true as an almost overwhelming stench infiltrated her nostrils, nearly causing Monica to gag. With impeccable timing, a downward bound elevator car arrived as Monica struggled to clear the water from her eyes. A quick glance revealed the car to be at nearly full capacity. Not wanting to be stuck in close proximity to so many people, Monica waved them on. “Go on, I will catch the next one.” The next 2 cars were no better than the first, Monica’s decision making again being influenced by the fact that the eruption in her intestines continued to relieve itself through what was now a very steady release of tiny bombs of biochemical warfare. Not willing to risk waiting any longer, Monica chose to make an attempt at using the stairs, hoping that perhaps she would luck out and find an empty express elevator in the sky lobby a little more than 20 floors down. She begrudgingly began her journey downwards, telling herself that even if she had to go the whole way it would only be 48 floors, and all downhill at that. Step after step, she plodded her way down, paying no heed to her distinct waddling gait, slowly but surely, it seemed that she was winning the battle, and in short order she was passing the door marked 35. Unfortunately for Monica, the constant, repetitive exercise had done nothing but stir the war in her guts to an extreme level. With one jolting step she felt a new wave of flatulence release, only to realize that it carried a rather squelching sound and was accompanied by a rather warm and mushy feeling in the the seat of her pants, or as it were in this case, diaper. She panicked and began to hastily trot down the stairs, only to come to a lurching halt at the next mid-flight landing as a wave of extreme pain nearly doubled her over. With but barely the slightest of pushes, the impending wave of hell unleashed itself into the seat of her diaper. Wave after wave continued to come, Monica at this point no more able to stop the outflow than an animal could stop the oncoming rush of a semi truck on the highway. As she stood gasping, trying her best not to move and further agitate the muck that now encapsulated her entire diaper region, Monica was startled by yet another shock form her watch with a notice indicating “Diaper change in 5 minutes”. Knowing that there was no way that she would ever be able to enter even an empty elevator at this point, Monica began a very rushed and beleaguered descent down the never ending flights of stairs. Each step served to further smoosh the muck that had mere minutes before been inside of her into every possible nook and crevasse within the confines of her diaper. As she passed the door marked 3, Monica was hit with what could now almost be considered a genuine blast from the watch, the force of the shock causing her to unleash a torrent of warm urine into the far overtaxed diaper. Monica found herself unable to worry about the state of her diaper as her watch began to repeatedly flash the message of “Diaper Change! 106B!” Knowing she would only have mere minutes to be late before Samantha would leave her to wallow in her misery for the rest of the day, Monica began taking steps 2 at a time. She burst through the door and into the main concourse area of the lobby, realizing that she actually had no idea where room 106B was. A quick scan revealed a sign indicating pet care facilities and she proceeded to rush towards it, oblivious to the fact that any onlooker would be most visually notified by the sway of a very soggy and overwhelmed diaper slapping to and fro between her legs. A turn of the corner brought her to a sign indicating pet care rooms and she hastily made her way to 106B. A quick tug at the handle revealed the door to be locked, which was quickly confirmed by the red occupied label slightly above the door handle. Monica proceeded to pound on the door yelling “Samantha, let me in, I am here, I’m not that late!” However, instead of Samantha’s familiar voice, she was greeted by a much different voice. “I’m sorry, but this room is occupied, we are running a little late and will be out as soon as we can.” Monica’s mind began to race a million miles per minute. Where was Samantha? Had she already come and left? Why would she be gone already? The clock only said that Monica was 2 minutes late. How would Monica make it through the rest of the day? It did not take a diapering expert to know that her current diaper was in absolutely no state to make it through the rest of the day, even if it didn’t see another drop of action. Her mind drifted to the “emergency” diaper that was stashed in her purse, surely she couldn’t reach the point of having to avail herself of that note and the emergency reprieve that it offered, or could she? In that moment, she was struck by a new realization, in her rush to make it downstairs to get her diaper changed, she had left her purse, in her office, on the 48th floor. Even if she wanted to try and get help with the emergency diaper change, her purse, her spare diaper, and the note that would allow her the escape from her sodden and vile prison, were all 48 floors above her. Her only chance of escaping her imprisonment, even if only momentarily and to be subsequently entrapped in another padded and crinkly prison, lay a staggering 48 story climb above her, all the while sporting an absolutely ripe diaper that had gone far and beyond the call of duty. There was absolutely no way she would be able to use the elevator, at this hour of day every car was guaranteed to hold at least one other occupant of the building, from whom there would be no way of hiding her current situation. She would be forced to climb every single step, hoping that her diaper could hold out if she wished to retrieve her purse, her spare diaper, and her note. And then she would have to turn around and retrace every single step once more, making her way down 48 floors of stairs, just to get back to the pet services section and hope that the note and her begging would grant her the mercy of a diaper change. Monica’s inner turmoil was brought to an abrupt halt as the door to the room, which she was still standing in front of, abruptly opened. She was forced to step to the side as a handsome young man, or rather pet, roughly her age came romping out the door on all fours, sporting nothing put a pair of pet paws, leg bindings, a collar with attached leash, and a presumably fresh diaper. The true surprise however, was not the pet who was practically prancing on his paws and wagging his diapered butt through the air, but the person on the other end of the leash.

Chicken Soup for the Sleepy Soul

Apologies for the long delays, life has been busy and I find I really need time to sit and truly focus when I want to write. That being said, I have a mental map of where I would like the next several chapters to head and wouod like to wrap up what I would consider to be the first arc in this story before the new year. PS, I have 3 major arcs planned for this story, it is gonna be a wild ride with some twists that I hope will catch everyone by surprise.

Great start, always good to see some new keeperverse content, I need to rekindle my drive to continue on my own story, this just might be the prod I need

Hmmm, not strong enough for the doorknob, how long until there us a midnight emergency bathroom trip needed?

Wow, chapter 29 was an emotional rush, beautiful, well I guess it is chapter 28 now 😀