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Well that was certainly fun. Feels so short, but in another way it feels just right.

No offense, but I think if you want to do something like this, you should be consulting with the forum mods and getting an advertising type forum added. This forum has always been about stories written for the general members to be able to see. Yes some authors have subscription platforms where chaprmtes are posted before they become free, but people are not trying to post teasers to sell their e books

Well I guess my suspicions about actual diapers at night and pull ups for daytime wear for Hannah have been confirmed.

So if Hannah is already wearing pull ups during the day and Emma is suggesting that she should be on diapers, does that mean that the diapers that were referenced for night time are actual diapers as opposed to pull ups?

I was thinking the same thing, that there might be diapers in the future instead of pull ups, could be an interesting plot twist

I love the Reader's Digest references. That is where I can recall seeing my first ever Goodnites ads as well, a picture of a suitcase with a white pull up in the middle.

Hmmmm, no pj's in the wash, no wet pair in her room, no midnight shower and not smelling like pee in the morning..... I feel like there may be a few questions if anyone is suspicious

Well I guess she is committed to the gag now

Wow, what an amazing story, it is somewhat bittersweet to see it come to an end. Anxiously awaiting my chance to start reading the sequel

I feel like Sarah is going to have a long road back to getting out of diapers. Beyond the physical regression that has occurred due to what seems to have been an extended period of forced usage, she will also need to overcome whatever condition or injury that was causing her incontinence on the first place. Beyond that, she will have to overcome whatever mental condition and regression that has occurred beyond the abuse.

Chapter 7 – Under the Diaper Cover The drive to work seemed to take hours, although in reality it might have only been an additional 5 or 10 minutes added to the typical 15-minute commute. Monica could literally do nothing, strapped in as securely as she was, and she dared not remove the pacifier for fear of further repercussions. To make matters worse, it seemed as though every little bump or jostle was causing a small amount of urine to seep out into the ample and waiting padding of Monica’s diaper. The sense of the uncontrolled wetting was strange and unfamiliar to Monica, although she reassured herself that it was clearly an effect of the medications that Samantha had laced into her food. The one saving grace in the matter was that the high-end diapers that Samantha had selected from Monica’s stash were more than up to the task and that every drop of moisture seemed to be wicked away within mere instants. With a sudden jolt, the car pulled to a stop in front of Monica’s office in a spot clearly designated for pet owners. Seeing the quizzical look in Monica’s eyes, Samantha took a moment to explain. “Seeing as I will be needing to make repeated visits to care for you this week, I took the liberty of registering myself for a temporary pet parking pass. It should make my life a little bit easier as I go out of my way to help take care of you”. Samantha wasted little time in exiting the car and moving around to begin releasing Monica from the bonds of her seat. She was more than eager to be released and practically bounded out of the vehicle and onto the sidewalk only to be quickly halted by a very uncomfortable, although not truly painful shock. “Hold your horses, being on your best behaviour does not include running off the second you are released. I think that I should explain some basic rules about how today and the rest of this week will go, plus, you might be a bit embarrassed if any more people get a chance to see that adorable pacifier in your mouth”. Had Monica not already been coming to an abrupt halt from the sudden shock, the shock of the last five words from Samantha’s mouth certainly would have done the trick. Her hands shot up to cover her face in horror as she realized that potentially dozens of people on the busy sidewalk had seen her exit the vehicle with the pacifier still firmly lodged between her lips. “Don’t get all worried, I’m sure nobody saw your cute little paci, but I’m sure that even if they did, they didn’t have a long enough look for it to even register in their busy little brains. Now as far as the rules for today, for one, you are not to attempt to tamper with the locks holding your skirt or the leggings underneath in any way, if I get any alert to this extent I will disable said locks which will leave you with the option of either trying to walk around with one hand holding up your skirt and leggings, or walking around in just your diaper. Secondly, you will be expected to comply with any check ins that I initiate via your wrist device. You will have one minute to respond; these will be for the purposes of a diaper check, and I will be releasing the locks after the time is up which will again leave you with a choice of concealing your diapers or not. Finally, barring any evidence indicating a need for an emergency diaper change, primarily for the well being of those around you, I will only be returning during your lunch hour to provide a diaper change. I will message you when I arrive, and you will have five minutes to meet me in room 106b or I will leave, and you will be left to stew in whatever mess you have made for the rest of your day”. It was all that Monica could do to nod in acknowledgement, her face still mostly hidden by the shield of her pacifier. She was too afraid to remove the pacifier, much less dare to talk, knowing that even a slight transgression could leave her writhing from a shock initiated by her purported friend. Giving in to her somewhat inevitable fate, Monica simply lowered her head, facing Samantha and awaiting further instruction. Samantha then reached up and retrieved the pacifier from Monica’s lips with a firm reminder that speaking was not tolerated. She then proceeded to hand her a lunch bag adorned with paw prints all over the outside. “I figured this would be an appropriate and subtle reminder of your place this week. I have packed a couple of bowls of high nutrient food as well as some bottles of milk for you, I would suggest that you may want to try and find somewhere private for your meals this week. Also, you will be expected to eat like a pet, your tracking device will alert me if you are trying to use utensils to move food into your mouth and I can assure you that the consequences will be severe. Now hurry up and get in there before you are late for work”. With a resounding smack to the well-padded butt, Monica was sent rushing on her way into work. Upon entering the building, Monica’s first instinct was to head to the coffee shop in the lobby to add some normalcy to her day, despite the waddle and somewhat audible crinkle added to her every pace by the thickness of he diaper and accompanying cover. As she stood in line, she opened her purse to retrieve her wallet, only to be greeted by another monstrosity of a pink diaper practically bursting from the seams with a yellow sticky note attached to its exterior shell. Quickly so as not to draw attention, she removed the sticky note and haphazardly stuffed the diaper back into the confines of her purse before zipping it up. With much trepidation, she stepped out of the line to read the note. “Monica, if you are reading this, I would say that I am disappointed, but to be honest I was somewhat expecting this. I had a feeling that you would try and circumvent some of your punishment, so I took the liberty of removing your wallet from your purse. Please keep in mind that for the duration of this punishment you belong to me, you are my pet. You will have no privileges beyond those that are afforded to a pet. You will not choose what you eat or drink, and you will not be making purchases of your own. As there is now spare room in your purse, I have included an emergency spare diaper. Should the need for it arise (as authorized by me), you will find a note folded inside the diaper which you may take down to the staff at the pet care facility. They have the necessary master pass codes programmed into their equipment that will allow them to unlock you and provide the necessary services. How you explain your need form these services will be up to you”. With an even greater sense of defeat, Monica begrudgingly made her way over to the elevator bank to take the ride up to her floor to begin her work day. Despite the overall din hum of the lobby, Monica was certain that she could hear ever crinkle from her diaper as she plodded her way across the lobby floor. The minutes seemed like hours as she lived the dreaded office worker’s lament of awaiting one of the elevator banks to make its way to take her on her journey to another day’s work. As the seconds passed, she was certain that she could feel even more trickles of urine ever steadily making their way into the padding of her still surprisingly comfortable diaper. With a startling ding, the elevator car made itself available to the mass of people waiting for their trip up to the doldrums of the working day. The elevator car already seemed cramped when it made a stop at the fourth floor. Despite the apparent lack of capacity, a young man in his mid twenties insisted on forcing his way in and wound up immediately beside Monica. “Hey, do I know you? I think we met at one of the office parties. It’s Monica, right? Wait, are you Monica Greene? The one in the all-company email? Man, did you make the big boss mad. Is she really sending you to be a pet for the day? Re you going to have to behave like one?” Within seconds the entire elevator car began to murmur. “Are they going to make her craw?l” “Will she have to eat pet food?” “Do you think they will put her in a diaper?” “Do you think she will have to use the diaper?” “Can they make her use the diapers? Like will they give her drugs?” “Monica! Have you ever tried pet food? How do you think it will taste?” “Monica! How do you feel about wearing diapers? Did they take your measurements to see what size you will need?” “Monica! Do you think you will need diapers after your day at the daycare? Will there be any side effects?” “Monica! Do you think you might bond with someone and become a pet after your day at the daycare?” The roar became louder and louder and it was all that Monica could do to stumble out the elevator doors and make a beeline to her desk, tear pouring openly down her face as the elevator reached her floor.

At this point I have to hope that Lisa's bullshit detector has gone haywire and that she will find a way to get the right adults involved and save her friend

I have to echo CDfm's thoughts on the whole butt pat thing here. It has happened to me a time or twelve before as well. Most notably I was at a concert in a well boosted M4 and this chick was grinding up against me from behind when suddenly she eased up and next thing I knew I felt the back of my shirt get lifted up for a few seconds, grinding resumed not long after :😀 As for the story, I feel a sense of premonition about her leaving the box of diapers for mom to unbox, I feel like what comes out of the box may not be what she was expecting to see.

Wow, this one went down a rabbit hole. I also noticed the words be censored in your content Personalias and I can say is if it is going to keep happening it is time to "f**k the f***ing fuckers".

Wow, what an emotional rollercoaster. I don't even know how to respond to that last chapter yet. I love that Clark and Boeuf can be friends again, but at the same time I'm gonna miss all of his pranks

Wow, I guess it is time for the big reveal, can't wait to read the next chapter

Because my inner muse was firing today, here is a bonus chapter to help jumpstart this story again Chapter 6 – Adaptations While Monica was drifting into her peaceful slumber, Samantha was hard at work making preparations for the coming week. She had already arranged the time off from work that afternoon, telling her boss that she needed the time as compassionate leave to care for an ill relative. While technically not the whole truth, she figured it was close enough to not bother her conscience. A quick survey of the house determined that there were neither enough diapers nor pet food and other supplies to last the full week. While Monica had definitely done her research and found top of the line products, she had only purchased enough of most to last a day or two at best. Perhaps she was secretly anticipating the first big shopping trip that most keepers reveled in taking with their new pets and as such had only purchased enough to get her through the first little bit until she could make that trip. In any case this was an easy fix, given that the bond could happen any time, day or night, any day of the week, a plethora of online retailers had emerged with most offering rush delivery services for a nominal premium. Samantha set about ordering diapers, changing supplies, food, a few other items needed for the care of a new pet as well as a couple of surprises that would be revealed to Monica in the coming days. For the diapers, food and supplies, she had chosen to order larger quantities than needed, reasoning to herself that she might actually need more than just the bare minimums and that the economy of ordering in bulk practically made the cost a wash in any case. Satisfied with her order which was scheduled for delivery promptly at 7 am the following morning, she proceeded to make arrangements for access to a private care room located on the first floor of Monica’s office building. Her work done, she settled in front of the TV with a glass of wine, the pet monitor at the tableside. Morning came quickly for both women, although in drastically different ways. Monica awoke with a jolt, her brain not comprehending why she was seeing wire mesh or why her hands felt so heavy or why she was so cold, barring her nether regions. As she began to move the loud crinkling of the diaper and the presence of the pacifier gag bringing her current reality to front of mind. As she did her best to stretch within the tight confines of the kennel, she reluctantly admitted to herself that she had actually had one of the best sleeps that she could ever remember, rising up onto her hands and knees she became acutely aware of a new sensation. Her nether regions weren’t just warm, they were wet, and her diaper was most definitely wet. A quick glance to her crotch revealed that the majority of the paw shaped wetness indicators had disappeared and that her diaper most definitely had a very obvious bulge and sag to it. Monica found this extremely disturbing as she had never had a wet bed at any point in her collective memory, not even after crazy evenings of drinking, and yet here on her first ever night sleeping in a diaper she had managed not only to wet it, but to thoroughly soak it. As her brain continued to work its way through the morning fog, she vaguely managed to remember the mention of a dose of diuretics being a part of the medications in her supper. At this juncture in time, her body took it upon itself to remind her of the other ingredients in her meal as a massive wave of cramps rolled through her belly, she cautiously let out a little gas to try and relieve the pressure but based on the sound and feel, she wasn’t entirely optimistic that it had been just gas. Panic started to set in as wave after wave of cramps rolled through her abdomen, signalling that a bowel movement was more than imminent. Monica knew that the pet food alone was designed to facilitate pets having bowel movements with its bulky high fiber content, paralleled with dose of laxatives and muscle relaxants she started to realize that she stood a very good chance of imminently experiencing a very messy accident. As the panic coursed through her brain, she started to desperately seek a course of action that would save her from her predicament. It quickly became obvious that her paws were completely useless in any sort of attempt to open the kennel, although having purchased it herself she knew for a fact that nothing short of the electronic signal from the control device would release the strong latches holding the door shut. Her next instinct was to try and yell out for help from Samantha, unfortunately the pacifier gag did just that, keeping her well and completely gagged. The only sounds that came out of Monica were muted grunts, barely audible over the now rampant churning of her guts. Finally, she saw the blinking light of the pet monitor, knowing that she could not make enough noise on her own to rouse Samantha, Monica began throwing her body violently against the sides of the cage, hoping to make enough rattling and banging to wake her friend – keeper – but all the while stirring her guts into an even deeper frenzy. Somewhere in the back of her head she was also delusionally thinking that she might stan a chance of breaking through the walls, although a few seconds of rational thought would have reminded her that this model had been built to contain even the strongest of specimens and was very securely anchored to the floor of the room. Samantha, meanwhile, had been awake from the very instant she had heard the increased rustling of Monica’s diaper on the pet monitor. Her alarm had been set for a mere 15 minutes later in anticipation of the rush delivery of supplies. She took her time in getting up, listening to the increased activities in the pet room through the monitor. She prepared her morning coffee as she heard what could almost be compared to the muted whines of a puppy, clearly Monica’s attempts to yell from behind the pacifier gag. Samantha was very aware that the sounds coming through the monitor were the results of Monica’s attempts to avoid the impending and inevitable mess that was going to occur in her diaper, the squelch that had accompanied the first attempt at flatulence being a very clear harbinger of things o come. Although Samantha did not revel at the though of having to clean the forthcoming mess, she knew that this was a critical par of the experience that she was attempting to put Monica through. As the first sounds of thrashing began, she made her way to the front door to begin brining in supplies, alerted of their arrival by the doorbell camera. As she was bringing in the fourth case of diaper – 120 in all – she heard a sudden silence followed by wave after wave of flatulence and the unmistakable sounds of a wet mess being expelled with force into the seat of a diaper. She decided that this was as good of a time as any to pretend to check in on her charge and walked through the door of the pet room, case of diapers in hand, as Monica was still crouched on her hands and knees, pushing even more of the mess out of her body. Monica continued to thrash around in the cage, hoping to attract Samantha’s attention before the inevitable occurred, but after one too many bangs off of the sides she froze as a wave of renewed pain surged through her belly and her body took over. With barely even a push, she began expelling the contents of her intestines into her already swollen diaper. All she could do was hunch on her hands and knees as the waves of pain tore through her. She was making one last push as Samantha came through the door saying, “Good morning sunshine, I hope you had a wonderful sleep”. Monica was so startled by this sudden intrusion that she fell backwards onto her bottom, causing a sickening squelch as her mess spread everywhere within the confines of her diaper. The shock of the sudden impact had the added effect of sending a new torrent of warm urine gushing into the swamp that encompassed her nether regions. “I can see and smell that the medicine in your supper has done its job well. If we keep you on a regular dose, I would suspect that any repeat incidents this week will have a far less drastic effect. I will be back shortly to let you out and get you cleaned up for the workday. I just need to bring in the rest of your new diaper order”. Monica wanted to scream, she didn’t want to spend any more time sitting in her own filth, but of course the gag prevented her from making any effective sounds to that extent. She also began to mentally question Samantha’s use of the term diaper order. Just how many more had she ordered? The box sitting beside the kennel clearly indicated that it contained 2 packs of 15 diapers each. Would she even go through that many in a single week, much less however many more Samantha had ordered? Alas, all she could do was sit and commiserate, her nostrils twitching from the smell that not even the most high-end diaper could fully conceal. She watched as Samantha proceeded to bring in 3 more cases of diapers as well as wipes, lotions, powders and a couple of unmarked cardboard boxes. After what felt like an hour, but in reality, was likely 15 minutes, Samantha came into the room and released the locks on the kennel, opening the door and motioning for Monica to come forward. As soon as she reached the door of the kennel, Samantha reached in and clipped the tether to Monica’s collar. She was led without fanfare to the outdoor cleaning station which was rapidly becoming her least favorite location in the home. Another quick washdown in tepid water and a shivering Monica was led inside and up onto the changing platform. Her paws and feet were secured to the table while Samantha pulled out another thick diaper, taking care to shake it out fully and give it a nice crease down the center along with a couple of twists to help loosen up the padding. The new diaper was then slid underneath of Monica’s bottom for a total elapsed un-diapered time of 5 minutes at most. Samantha took extra care to slather rash cream all over Monica’s genitals and buttocks for dousing her in a cloud of baby powder. What followed next was Samantha reaching into one of the boxes and pulling out what appeared to be, and in fact was, a manner of a diaper cover. Seeing the confused look in Monica’s eyes, Samantha chose to enlighten her, “This is a diaper cover, it will serve 2 purposes. First it should help contain the mess and keep you from ruining any more clothes if you have another blowout like yesterday. Secondly, it has a special locking mechanism. It is controlled only by this key which I will be keeping on my person at all times. There is no electronic unlock for you to try and defeat, so even if we do have a repeat of yesterday’s incident where you were tampering with your pants, you will still be stuck in your diaper, and most likely pant less as well”. Samantha proceeded to apply the new diaper cover before setting out and outfit for the day for Monica and releasing her from the table. Still naked but for her diaper, Monica was led to the kitchen and tethered while her breakfast was prepared and once again set before her in bowls. Monica knew better than to test Samantha and began reluctantly eating and drinking as soon as her gag was removed. After once again making a mess of her face trying to consume the food, Monica found her face being wiped with a rag and the gag reinserted with relentless speed. Samantha then produced what looked like a watch, although closer examination would reveal no watch face or digital equivalent in its place, just a blank black glass screen. She quickly attached it to Monica’s wrist, the clasp seamlessly disappearing as soon as the 2 sides met. “This is the equivalent of your shock collar, except that it is smaller and looks more appropriate in a public setting. It should let you get through the day without revealing your status as a pet to the rest of the world but rest assured that it can emit a shock just as strong as the collar should you misbehave. It also acts as a tracker and provides me an interface on which I can communicate directly to you. I am going to remove the remainder of your gear now so I need you to promise that you will be on your best behaviour”. Monica nodded slowly and Samantha proceeded to release her from her bindings, syrting with the leg restrains, followed by the paws and collar and finally the gag. “Samantha, I just wanted to say how---“, the rest of the sentence died in Monica’s mouth as a wave of pain tore through her body, causing her muscles go slack and her to crumple to the ground in a whimpering heap as her bladder joined in on the activity, releasing a quick stream of hot fluid into the waiting diaper. “I am not ready for you to talk to me yet. After your tirade yesterday you will be thinking long and hard before you are allowed to speak to me. If I want an answer from you, I will ask you a direct question, and then and only then will you speak to me. Now gather yourself up and go put on the clothes that I laid out for you; you have ten minutes before I am ready to drive you to work”. All Monica could do was gather herself up and head to the pet room, barely even taking the time to glance at the outfit selected for her, just putting it on in mechanical, almost robotic fashion before trudging outside to meet Samantha at the car. Samantha was waiting for her and directed her to the rear passenger seat, “I don’t think crate travel is necessary unless you change my mind, but you will be sitting here in this specially designed harness”. Samantha proceeded to strap Monica into the seat in what outwardly appeared to be a five-point harness. A special cover was snapped over the release buckle, rendering it inaccessible to Monica. Next, Samantha strapped Monica’s wrists to her thighs using built in Velcro restraints before similarly attaching her ankles to the base of the seat. There was one final touch as Samantha produced a large pacifier, albeit without a strap to hold it in place, pushing it between Monica’s lips. “That should act as reminder to stay quiet while I am explaining some rules as we drive. I expect that you won’t have any issues keeping that in your mouth”. With that Samantha proceeded to close the door and climbed into the drivers seat to start the commute.

This is a ridiculously overdue update, I hope to actually keep up with this story on a regular basis moving forward. Chapter 5 – Actions and Consequences Monica once more turned to leave and started to stuff the diaper into her bag only to be interrupted by Mrs. Simmons clearing her throat. “I think that it is best that you just carry that diaper on your way out of the building, as a bit of a reminder of your, err, transgressions. Plus, for as foul as your dirty diaper smells from inside of your bag, I would hate to think what horrors would be unleashed should you choose to open it. On another note, I found it rather odd that you not have chosen to place your – your friend’s pet’s diaper that is - into the diaper bag that was given to you with that creature. Clearly such an accessory was provided, otherwise where would you have procured even a single diaper and the assorted items needed to change that creature, much less the spare diaper that you so carelessly chose to leave on the bathroom floor. In any case, please be on your way, I have far more important things to spend my time on.” It was all Monica could do to exit the office and anteroom as quickly as she could, diaper in hand, doing her utmost to keep her face from turning a deep shade of red. She hurriedly made her way to the elevator banks, practically stabbing at the down button and mentally willing the car to come as fast as possible. Much to her chagrin, the elevator took far longer than anticipated due to the evening exodus of hundreds of employees from the large office tower. She was soon joined in her waiting by another employee. There was no way to conceal the diaper in her hand, and it took but a moment for it to become a conversation item. “You must have one lucky pet to be kept in high quality diapers like that. I know a few people who keep their pets in the bargain basement brands, the padding on the inside is barely thicker than the plastic shell. Personally, I don’t see the point, they must spend nearly as much on the additional diapers needed as if they were to just buy the quality ones in the first place. Plus, who would want to endure all those additional diaper changes? Just the time requirement alone seems like a huge hassle, don’t you think?” Monica did her best to fumble for an answer, trying to placate her overly friendly co-worker. “Yeah, I um agree, a pet should be kept in high quality diapers, for their own comfort as well as for the owner’s sake. Diaper changes are certainly my least favorite part of pet life, that is life with a pet in the house.” The response seemed to satisfy the woman and the two engaged in small talk as the elevator finally arrived and they made their way down to the bottom floor. As Monica exited the building to make her trip home, her phone binged with an all employee email sent from none other than Mrs. Simmons. “Good Evening Friends and Co-workers, I am pleased to advise you that the mystery of the diaper left in the third-floor washroom has been solved. Miss Monica Greene has come forth to claim the diaper as her own, thus resolving the matter. That being said, I would like to address the nature of the incident as a reminder to all employees. This company has very strict and rigid protocols regarding pets in the workplace, they exist for very good reasons including the safety of our employees, other pets, and any pet that is brought into this workplace, even on an emergency basis. We fully expect that these protocols are followed at all times and transgressions will be addressed as they are a serious concern. Miss Greene, perhaps unknowingly, violated nearly every rule in this regard and furthermore left a mess to be discovered while doing so. As a consequence of these actions, Miss Greene has willingly accepted some much befitting consequences that will serve as a long-lasting reminder of the importance of our rules. Miss Greene will be attending our pet-care facility this Wednesday as a resident, hopefully her tenure there will leave an impression that will not soon be forgotten. I would implore as many of you as possible to make your way down to witness her stay so that perhaps you too will be reminded of the importance of following the rules at all times. I am more than willing to open as many spots as needed o correct neglectful behaviour, and there is no reason that the stay needs to be just for one day. Have a Wonderful Evening. Regards, Mrs. Simmons” Monica was practically in tears upon reading the email, not only did the whole company now know that the diaper belonged to her, they also knew the details of her punishment. In fact, they had practically been ordered to come and witness it in person. She knew that this was a shame that she would never live down. Alone in her misery, she made her trip home, barely noticing the world around her. Upon her arrival home, she immediately noticed Samantha’s vehicle waiting in the driveway and a newfound wave of impending doom swept through her body, followed by an unexpected burst of warm urine into her already well-laden diaper. Knowing that the ensuing confrontation was inevitable, Monica begrudgingly made her way to the front door and proceeded to unlock it. As she made her way in, she began to call out the beginnings of an apology “Samantha, I’m so sorry, I was up--- mmmnnph”. Monica was abruptly cut off by and object being forcibly shoved into her mouth from behind, quickly followed by straps encompassing her head and a small but resounding clicking sound from the back of her head. Any efforts at further speech merely resulted in somewhat guttural sounds caused purely by the movement of air through the hollow cavity that made up the center of the device, her tongue being completely immobilized and thus unable to contribute to her speech. “You are done talking! I cannot believe the way you spoke to me today, even if it was through a voice message! I have been a most gracious friend to you and you repay with such impetuous and disrespectful behaviour. You are more like a child than and adult who was also pretending to play as a pet.” In another swift and fluid motion, Samantha reached out and fastened a collar tightly around Monica’s neck, unlike the one she had been wearing during her trial session, this one seemed to have a more significant girth and weight to it. “I thought that your impending punishment would be more than enough to help clear your mind and re-prioritize things in your life, but clearly I was wrong. No for starters, you can sit down right now and I will explain how the rest of this week is going to go.” Monica just stood there staring blankly, dumbfounded by the rage that she had brought out in her friend. In her daze she failed to notice Samantha removing a small device from her pocket and depressing a button on it. Flashes of blinding white light shot through Monica’s eyeballs as a jolt of searing pain shot through her body, rendering her muscles completely useless and dropping her to the floor in a useless heap and concurrently releasing the full contents of her bladder in an unending torrent of warmth. This proved to be far too much for her already overburdened diaper, causing streams of foul fluid to escape from not only the waistband, but also the gathers of both leg bands, leaving large, vile stains on her clothing. Monica simply lay on the floor, making weak whimpering sounds that were accompanied by copious amounts of drool from the opening of her gag. “That was just an example of how things are going to go for the rest of this week. Based on your behaviour today it is clear that you need a very large dose of an alternate reality to help you get your head screwed on straight. As you can most likely tell, I have placed you in a training collar, the level of shock provided can be adjusted based on your behaviour, rest assured that what you just experienced was far from the highest level. As what seems to exit your mouth is nearly as vile as what exits your lower regions, you will wear the gag the entire time you are in my presence, I do not desire to hear words from you. I will explain more in a bit, but for now, you absolutely reek and need to be cleaned, get moving.” Monica started to crawl to the rear of the house and to the stairs only to be blocked by Samantha. “Pet’s don’t get cleaned inside, they go to the washing station”. Dejectedly, Monica made her way to the back door and waited as Samantha opened it. She crawled over to the washing station and quickly obeyed a command to lay down, lest she receive another shock. She complied as Samantha, after donning a pair of gloves, stripped her of her befouled clothing, and in short order – the beyond overburdened diaper. Samantha quickly started to hose her down with the spray head from the washing station as Monica shirked back and shivered from the tepid water. Although most pet washing stations did have a connection to the household hot water system, the temperature was rarely set very high due to the higher body temperatures pets experienced due to the changes in their metabolic system. When Monica had paid for her system to be installed it had been pre-set in anticipation of her future pet, which clearly was not a comfortable temperature for an owner or any other human for that matter. With surprising efficiency Samantha quickly finished cleaning Monica’s every nook and cranny and shut the water off. What followed next was a literal whirlwind as the air-drying nozzle was brought out, the device was something like a vacuum cleaner hose differing only in the fact that cool air was blasted out of the end rather than being sucked in. A shivering Monica was then led to the side and strapped onto the obligatory changing table, completely immobile as Samantha continued with the final steps of the cleanup. “Now that you don’t stink nearly as much, I will explain how this week is going to go. You are going to get an immersive pet experience, you will not have any responsibilities, I will be your de-facto keeper. I have taken compassionate leave from work in order to accommodate this experience. You will still be expected to go to work and perform your duties as normal, I will be available at lunch time to take care of you as I see fit. I took some liberties and gained access to your personal and work communications, it would seem that you have already had yourself quite the day today, I’m sure that Wednesday will be quite the experience “. Samantha then proceeded to lead Monica into the house and into the kitchen and clipped a leash that was attached to the wall to her collar. Bowls of both food and water were set in front of her in rapid succession. “I expect that you will comply with eating your dinner, I am going to remove your gag, I expect complete verbal silence from you. I have added some medications to your food that should help your experience for the remainder of the week flow more smoothly”. All Monica could do was comply as the gag was removed, she begrudgingly pushed her face into the bowl of food and did her best lo lap as much of the vile mixture as she could into her mouth using her tongue. She was grateful at least that she had purchased wet foods and not dry kibble, although the end result was somewhat messier. She did her best to intersperse the food with water, although her efforts were somewhat of a mixture between sucking the water from the bowl and trying to lap it with her tongue. As she finished eating her face was abruptly wiped clean with a cloth. The leash was then unclipped from the tether on the wall and she was quickly pulled along by a sharp tug. “It’s time that we get you ready for bed, you will probably start to feel the effects of the medications fairly quickly. They are a sedative that is usually used for unruly pets, but the light dosage I gave you should make you more docile and adapt some of your bodily reactions to be more in tune with those of a pet. There was also a muscle relaxer in there as well as a fairly potent diuretic and laxative, I suspect that you will have no issues using your diapers this week”. Samantha led Monica up the stairs but rather than to her bedroom, to the spare room that had been prepared in anticipation of a future pet. With little delay, Monica found herself strapped into a pair of pet paws, and then her ankles attached to her thighs via straps intended to enforce four-legged movement. The finishing touch was yet another gag, this one however had a pacifier bulb rather than a hollow tube in the middle, once again forcing Monica into an involuntary silence. “Now I shouldn’t need to point this out, but you will be sleeping in the kennel this week, please hurry and get in so that I can relax for the night”. Knowing that there was no other choice – barring another shock – Monica dejectedly crawled into the rather tiny kennel on her hand – paws – and knees, hearing the door latch and lock before she even had a chance to try and turn around. As she struggled to get turned around in the tight confines of the cage, the lights in the room dimmed, not going completely off as it was well known that pets tended to sleep better with small amounts of light in the room. “Goodnight my pet, I know it may not seem it now but I hope that you will realize that this experience is for your own betterment.” With that, the door softly clicked closed leaving Monica alone in the dim light, accompanied only by the ever-present blink of the pet monitor, the crinkles of her diaper, and the gentle suckling of the pacifier bulb that came almost naturally. She curled her body into something akin to the fetal position, accompanied by a cacophony of rustling from the plastic shell of her diaper and then closed her eyes as the medicines from her supper started to take their tolls on her body.

Bravo! Thank You, this was a true masterpiece, extremely well written. I am so glad to have been along for the journey from day one and been able to enjoy every new chapter. I can't wait to see the next adventure.

More than a week left on the chart? Now we need to see more of the chart than what we get on the cover art

OMG, I have loved every minute of this story, but I am definitely sad that is has to come to an end even though I know that it would lose its lustre if it went on too much longer

After a 2 day binge read I am up to date on this story. I love the perspective it has taken on the DD

Wow, what a tease for a first chapter. Can't wait to see where this one goes.

Well, I guess you can't really call leaving Sarah behind betrayal as Judy was betraying her right from the start. Although it does seem that Judy did have a bit of a price to pay as she actually had to give up her continence for good.

Suspension of reality and all of that aside, I really can't see a pre-school teacher using a phrase like "Well it looks like someone decided she's just a little diaper baby". I like the story, but this definitely doesn't feel like it fits in with the pretense at all