thedman

You just know that Bala will find a way to get back at Ai for ruining her world. Can't wait to see how this plays out in future portions of these stories.

Bravo, perfectly executed! What an amazing way to bring it all to a conclusion that makes sense.

Well you've gone done and done it again... can't say that I was anticipating the outcome of this chapter any more than any of the previous. I'm starting to feel like I need a road map to help me keep track of all the twists in this one, I love it!

I like the start, can't wait to see where this goes

Oh this is definitely fun and interesting, I'm legitimately feeling the confusion and actually disoriented would be a fairly accurate description. I love that we never have a clue where this story is going. It doesn't fit into a trope or fulfill some usual fantasy storyline of a typical diaper story. It hits on little bits and pieces that I suspect might appeal to parts of various reader's fantasies but still manages to pull them all back into one (I want to use the word cohesive here, but I gotta read to the end before I can say that) storyline. Honestly speaking this is one of the most intriguing pieces of literature that I can ever recall reading and I can't wait to see how it plays out in the end.

Wow, just wow, this gets deeper and more twisted with every chapter, I'm always on the edge of my seat when I'm reading the new material

Wow, great twist to end that chapter off! Now, the big question, what did mom "forget".....

The plot is great, the switching between first and third person narrative, sometimes within a paragraph makes this last chapter hard to read. If you stick to one perspective it becomes a lot less confusing, IE instead of saying I/my use He/his or they/theirs or her/hers as would be indicated when referencing the character

Can't wait to see more added to this great story

Glad you decided to pose a "question" that has no relevance to the plot of the story to try and see if it can fall into your own FAP desires great commentary, I'm sure it will inspire the author to continue

Another great story in this series

I wonder if Evie staged the kidnapping..... A way to induce/ reinforce Stockholm syndrome

Wow, just binge read the whole story, it is awesome so far. Can't wait to see what happens with the new plot twist

Great story, I would try to avoid using texting abbreviations like IDK and OMG when typing the story though, imagine yourself as a narrator reading it out loud

This story is amazing. The quality of the writing is very high and the plot has a very believable feel to it (once you suspend your beliefs in all of the norms, as is required to read any diaper story ?) Thank you for taking the time to write it, it sounds like you are going to great efforts to write it but not have it on your laptop.

That was perfect, I feel like I knew where it was going but was still surprised by how it got there.

Wow, I'm loving the darker twist on this new and interesting world. I can't wait to see how this "choice" turns out

That was Fap-tastic, seriously a great scene though, xant wait to read more

Chapter 3, What Are You Doing With That The room, the room, what can I say about that room? I don’t know why I was surprised, I mean it was already pretty clear that these people were fucked up, but that room was like turning it up to 11. How to describe it? I guess you could summarize it as some sort of strange combination of a dominatrix’s dungeon, an operating suite, and a morgue all rolled into one. Every square foot of the place was crammed with gear and equipment and everything that I saw scared the shit out of me. Not literally of course, I just want to make it clear that I still had full control over that function, but alas I digress. I will do my best to describe the room in case my summary wasn’t enough but I doubt that I can do it justice. First off, the tables, well tables, and chairs, and some sort of half mixture in between. Every single one had a multitude of thick leather straps, clearly designed to hold the user (presumably soon to be me) in whatever position their captor desired. Scattered in amongst these were IV poles and carts full of assorted medical supplies and sinister looking vials. To top it off, the walls were entirely stainless steel, and the floors were made of that metal plate with the raised diamond shapes on it, like what you would see on the bumper of a truck; usually accompanied by one of those classy sets of truck nuts. The kind of truck that belongs to a dude trying to compensate for the lack of a real pair of his own. At multiple locations, the floor was sloped down to drains. Like I said, I wasn’t sure if this room was used for torturing slaves or healing patients or processing bodies but I wanted no part of it. I was frozen in place in the doorway, absolutely terrified at the prospect of entering this room. A quick jerk on the collar accompanied by a mild shock gave me cause to reconsider and I quickly started to walk. Well actually I guess it was more of a waddle as my feet were still being held about 3 feet apart by that damn bar, the truth be told, I was probably walking straighter when I was still wearing that godforsaken diaper. In any case, it was only a short 5 or 10 foot walk towards my first destination. I was led to the table (if you could call it that) and quickly shoved face first onto the surface. With no undue pause, several straps were fastened across my upper torso. The table was actually something akin to a massage table in that it had a hole for my face at the top, thanks for making sure that I could still breathe assholes. The similarities stopped there however. It was sitting at about a 30-degree angle, and was only long enough for my body from the waist up. This effectively left me bent over at the waist with my rear exposed to the world. Now I suppose at this point that I might have possibly been able to move my feet, not that it would do much good with my upper body strapped to the table, but nurse sweet cheeks took it upon herself to stop that by attaching another strap from the spreader bar to an unseen point under the table or whatever the hell you want to call it. I don’t know how to describe the fear and dread that you feel in a situation like that. Completely unable to move or even speak and nobody telling you what is happening as they go about their business. I’m pretty sure that someone famous or evil said something about the fear of pain having a far worse psychological effect than the pain itself or some bullshit like that and let me tell you they were right. I could catch occasional glimpses of the nurse, just a few feet away, emptying small pouches of powder into a red rubber bag that was attached to a hose. I could hear her presumably filling the bag with water from the sink. She seemed to repeat the process with once more with a similar bag. She then hung both of the bags on a stand that was just at the edge of my vision before rolling it away. I had no clue what the fuck this was for, I mean IV bags are supposed to be clear, right? And what kind of medicine goes through a hose like that? If she was planning on feeding me from it her plan clearly wasn’t going to work with me bent over like this? Plus the dumbass had now set herself up at the wrong end of my body. To say the least my trepidation was growing, especially as she was now spending a disproportionate amount of time out of sight behind me. To give the bitch some credit, she did give me some warning as to the impending stage of my fate, not that it really was worth much. “Now dear, I need you to hold still and not to struggle. You will feel a momentary pressure, but the discomfort will end shortly”. Momentary discomfort my ass! And yes, I know that it was literally in my ass, no pun was intended. More like a terrible ripping pain as my anus was stretched to extents previously unknown. I thrust my hips forward into the table and let loose a godawful scream behind my gag as something continued to force its way past the stink hole and into my intestines. I don’t know how big, or what exactly it was but it felt like a fucking beer bottle, the bottom end to be precise. To make it worse, the fucking thing started to feelt as if it was growing. Judging by the pumping sound of air behind me I could only assume that the bitch was somehow inflating it. I may have done dudes and chicks in all sorts of weird ways in my previous life adventures but anal had always been a hard no. Needless to say, I was not prepared for this sudden invasion of what had been a one-way street up until this point of my life. I wish that I can tell you that this is where it ended, but honestly does that sound like any part of this tale so far? Now I’m sure that the more intrepid readers already know what I am about to tell you next but I will enlighten those who don’t. I was graced with the gift of my first ever enema. Now I am not completely oblivious to the world, so obviously I knew what an enema was, but I had never received one ore even seen one for that matter, hence my failure to understand what the nurse was doing as she prepared the concoction. Without warning, I felt a warming sensation start to penetrate my guts. Like lava slowly creeping over rocks, I could feel it slowly spread through my bowels. As it spread, I could feel a new pressure beginning to build. As the pressure built, so did a growing wave of pain. In this moment, the only solution that my panic-stricken brain could come up with was to bear down and get the evil out of me. To be honest I didn’t care if I shit all over the floor or even the walls for that matter. All I knew was that I needed this to fucking stop. Despite bearing down like a 5 foot nothing 100-pound woman trying to birth a 13-pound baby, nothing occurred, clearly courtesy of the inflationary action applied to the anal invader. All I could do was lean into the table and silently weep as the pain continued. After what had to have been at least 10 minutes, there was at long last a reprieve in the ever-growing pressure. I could hear the nurse moving around behind me and felt some tugging near my ass. My hopes were high, silently praying that she was going to end this evil. Instead, a minute or two later the pressure started again. Cue that second fucking bag that I saw the bitch get ready. Couldn’t she tell that my guts were already going to explode? I can’t tell you what I physically looked like at that moment, but remember the woman with jumbo the elephant in her belly that I just described, well that’s how I felt. Needless to say, no reprieve was offered and so I stood; I guess you could call it standing; as the endless onslaught ensued. I won’t make up lies and tell you how much longer it took, or how long the entire ordeal was. To be honest the time melded into one long blur of hell and without a clock it could have been 20 minutes or 4 hours. All I know is that at some point the discomfort stopped growing, and at some point, the nurse showed back up. Shortly after her return I felt a tugging sensation around my rear end. All I could think about was the relief that was clearly imminent, and yet a few seconds later I felt even more pressure on my asshole and then suddenly a bone chilling cold. “Just relax dear, the chemical reaction will be over soon and the plug will be set. It typically takes an hour or so for it to dissolve. That will make sure that the medicine has lots of time to clean that nasty belly of yours out. We need to make sure you are good and clean before we start the long-term part of your treatment.” “Plug? An hour or so? Long term treatment?” A million thoughts raced through my mind, of course there was no point at attempting speech as it would just serve to make me look like even more of a drooling idiot than I had already managed to do. My commiseration was quickly interrupted as I felt the binds that held me to this miserable fucking table being released. Being returned to a standing position did nothing to relieve the pressure in my belly, in fact it actually felt worse. To make matters worse, I could now look down and see my greatly distended and swollen belly. If it was any consolation I know knew exactly how I would look if I was ever to become pregnant. My moment of self reflection was short lived as I was waddle-marched across the room, the concoction in my belly sloshing with every movement, to yet another table. This time I was laid on my back on what would best be described as an Ob-Gyn table, stirrups and all. Of course, as could almost be anticipated now I was quickly secured to this table as well. “At least they could pad the fucking straps to make them comfortable.” Like anyone would think to make torture comfortable for the victim? The nurse was gone for several minutes while I lay on my back, helpless to do anything except snivel at my predicament. At long last she returned, albeit pushing a cart with the squeakiest fucking wheels on earth. And that wasn’t just the anger of waking up strapped to a bed in a fucking diaper, paraded through the halls, and having a tube shoved in your ass irritation coming through. This was quite honestly like nails dragging on a chalkboard (big green thing that teachers used to write on back in the day). In any case, it shouldn’t have been the wheels that concerned me but rather the contents of the cart. Forgive my ignorance, but I didn’t really realize what the purple bags that said Moli-something, or the green and white Abri Form or arrange and green Dry Care were. Alas the things that we learn in life. It only took a mere moment for me to recognize the large white plastic rectangle that was removed from the orange and green bag. “Another fucking diaper? Are you kidding me? There’s no fucking way I am letting this bitch put me in another god damned diaper. This shit has gone too far.” As I fumed in my head she proceeded to unfold the giant, crinkling monstrosity in front of me. And it was a serious monstrosity, the thing had to be at least 3 feet long and a foot wide at the crotch. I couldn’t tell how thick it was, but then again, I really didn’t want to know. Almost as if to stretch out the torture, she spent an eternity unfolding and stretching the god forsaken thing in front of my face. Something else to add to the list of life experiences, watching a sadistic woman unfold a gigantic fucking diaper a little over a foot above your face. At long last she seemed satisfied that she had removed every last crease and that the abomination was ready to perform its task. She brought the diaper down towards my crotch and gave me a light tap on the ass cheek, as if expecting to comply. The resistance to being diapered like a toddler was set in my mind so of course I refused to budge. She gave me a smack, this time much sharper and somewhat painful but still I refused to budge. “Young lady, I will not warn you again, lift your butt right this instant or you will pay. You might think that your resistance has meaning but rest assured that one way or another, this diaper will be on your ass in under 2 minutes.” Holy hell, take away lesson, stubborn equals pain. Of course, I vehemently refused to comply with her request and of course I suffered righteously. Before I could even think to react, her right hand, which was not holding the diaper, whipped to her hip and came flying back in a blur of motion. My back arched against my restraints as the jolt of electricity surged through my right flank, just as quick as it hit my right, my left side erupted in pain. Each flank received two successive jolts, effectively rendering me into a puddle on the table. Speaking of puddles, I have no idea how I did not end up making a puddle of a different sort during the experience, but somehow the table remained dry. “NOW, YOU WILL LIFT YOUR ASS! This diaper is not an option, you may think you can resist, trust me you are not the first, the simple fact is that you WILL comply.” Completely spent by the succession of jolts, there was nothing that I could do but comply. With my meager energy reserves, I lifted my buttocks from the table allowing her to slide the gargantuan diaper underneath of me. Somehow if was entranced, almost fascinated if you will, watching her trap me in the plastic monstrosity. I laid there fixated as the pulled the bulk up between my legs and then ran her fingers around the inside of my crotch, pulling out the folds of material. In short order, she was holding the front flap of the diaper against my belly as she pulled the sides up firmly. A few moments later and the tapes were securely fastened, first the bottom two and the top ones. Alas I was now encased within the enormous folds of the second diaper that I had ever worn in my adult life. The dastardly deed of entrapping me in a diaper completed, she proceeded to walk away leaving the cart full of diapers not two feet to my right, leaving no doubt in my mind what her future intentions were. As she went to exit the room she turned for one final comment. “Don’t worry my dear, your bum plug should dissolve soon, I’ve never seen them take more than two hours. After that you can feel free to let go of all of the ickies in your tummy. That diaper that you are wearing can handle the nastiest of messes so please just let it go once you can. I will be back in a few hours to check on you.” With that, she hit a switch, dimming the lights in the room and walked out the door, leaving me to squirm helplessly on the table in discomfort, knowing all too well that somewhere in the not too distant future it would be getting a lot worse.

I don't think if was necessarily so much that she wasn't aware that she was wearing a diaper, more so that she was in such a state of sensory overload that her brain was refusing to process and accept facts. Now it's time for chapter two, I hope everyone enjoys Chapter Two, Run As Fast As You.... Zap With a quick shove, I was past gorgeous nurse sweetcheeks and taking my first 3 awkward bounds towards freedom. A few things to note here; 1) Even walking in a rather overfull ridiculously huge adult diaper can be a challenge, 2) When your arms are strapped together in front of your chest, it is very hard to find any sort of natural gait, 3) When the hot nurse gives you a very nice advanced warning about behaviour… you should listen. Oh, the warning, that fucking warning. Why did I have to be so recklessly stupid as to not heed her warning. She was kind, she gave me a chance and still my stupid panic ridden fucking brain let me ignore it anyways. As I mentioned, I did manage to get about three steps in before my body was slammed by the most excruciating fucking pain that I have ever felt. Like being dropped into a pit filled with angry red fire ants and scorpions mere seconds after having been hot-dipped in fresh honey all at once. Every joint, every muscle, every neuron in my brain exploded in a cataclysm of fire. The brightest blinding white light filled my entire field of vision as I hurled forward to the floor like a sack of potatoes tossed by a careless grocery boy. Of course, my arms were still bound helplessly in front of me and did nothing to prevent the fall, not that I’m sure they would have been any more use than any other of my appendages in any case. In very short order I remember sliding to a thud against the wall on the other side of the extremely slick hallway, even as I continued to thrash in agony. Somewhere along the line my bladder decided to join every other muscle in my body in their revolt and let loose with yet another torrent of steaming hot piss. Unfortunately, that already overtaxed diaper pulled the eject handle faster than a fighter pilot hurtling towards the ground at 600 miles per hour and within seconds the stream of piss was flowing wherever gravity and my continued contortions led it. Aided by my thrashing, it managed to soak nearly every inch of the gown I was wearing. By the time I had realized the source of the pain had ended and I had completed my thrashing, I was nothing but a sobbing, slobbery, piss soaked hulk curled into the fetal position. In hindsight, the gag or whatever it was probably actually saved be from consuming a side order of freshly macerated tongue, so I guess that was a positive. By this point, my ever so gorgeous captor was at my side, quite obviously enraged. “I told you that we expected good behaviour! Did I not warn you that there were consequences? This collar can give you that pain or worse at any time.” At this point she proceeded to tap on the back of my neck, causing me to wince in pain as two metal prongs, clearly attached to the aforementioned collar, dug into two very raw, fresh, and painful spots on my spine. Great, a fucking collar that can blast me to kingdom come at will. I mean why bother shooting someone with a taser when you can wire the bedevilled thing directly into a person’s nervous system? I didn’t want to know how much more twisted and sinister up these people (by this point I was assuming that my smoking bombshell of a captor was not in this alone) could get. I was now actually starting to become truly afraid of the possibilities of just how fucked up this place truly might be. “Now I am sorry that I had to do that to you, as I mentioned you are currently on the older compliance system and it tends to be somewhat more harsh and painful in comparison to the newer models. I won’t ruin the surprise for you, but let me assure you that the new models have somewhat different methods, although they are equally efficient and eliciting compliance from misbehaving patients and if needed can still provide the necessary physical stimulation to terminate unwanted behaviours and elicit compliance.” As she said this, she proceeded to help me up off of the floor. “Now look at you, you’ve gone and completely soaked your gown, we can’t have you walking around in this filthy thing.” In one fell swoop she had ripped the gown from my body, leaving me standing in nothing but a sodden, blue, adult diaper and the restraints that held my arms captive. One benefit of the gown being removed was that I was able to inspect the restraints which confined my arms. Not that this did much good as one quick examination made it clear that there was no way I would ever remove those on my own. They consisted of what I can only describe as two individual sleeves made of heavy fabric. One was wrapped around each forearm, starting just above the wrist and ending just below the elbow. They were then joined together by two snap clips along the length. Together, this combination managed to keep my arms locked in place just below my now exposed breasts. The clips themselves wouldn’t be that hard to undo, but given that my arms were parallel to each other with my hands at opposite ends of the contraption, I didn’t see how I could ever reach them. After a few moments, it became evident that my tormentor had no inclination of replacing the gown that she had so gracefully removed. With all the care and graciousness that I now apparently deserved, my journey continued. With a jolt, I could feel her attaching something to the back of my collar, (Is it wrong that I was already associating the few meager items on my body as mine already? My collar, my arm restraints, my…, ugghhh, no not my diaper, never my fucking diaper.). Once again, she leaned in to give me a stern warning. “This control bar is directly linked to your collar. If I should happen to release the trigger at the end for any reason, the shocks will not stop until I have either regained control of it or you are unconscious. If you thought what you just went through was painful, that was less than a 1 second blast. Now you keep that in mind and be a good girl while we head down to processing.” With this began my long march of shame down the new and unfamiliar halls. The first eternity was spent walking through what I can only call the cellblocks. There had to be at least two dozen doors identical in design to the one on the room from which I had been removed. The doors were spaced roughly every 10 feet, with an occasional unmarked ancillary door interspersed in between. Next came what I could only assume to be a rather large dining area and/ or cafeteria. I couldn’t get a good glimpse as we walked past for fear of turning my head and receiving more shocks, but the seating seemed to be equipped to maintain what was clearly the BDSM dungeon theme of this place as the chairs appeared to be made of heavy wood and adorned with multiple straps, clearly for the explicit purpose of restraining their occupants. We then passed what almost appeared to be an entrance area, although that was a bit of a misnomer as there were several walls of heavy glass with doors passing through at varying points. In between one of these sets of walls I could see a very dishevelled young woman being practically dragged by two very large guards/ officers. It looked like she was fighting them at every turn, tearing at their clothes and kicking and screaming. Somewhere in amongst her battles she turned in my direction and froze. She stared for a minute and then pointed at my diapered midsection, I couldn’t tell what the words she yelled before bursting into laughter were but they were clearly directed at me. If I could have, my heavily diapered ass would have been on her in a heartbeat. Instead all I could do was hang my head in shame as we continued our march down the halls. The last room that I can distinctly recall passing was darkened but had a sign near the door labelled “therapy”. Despite its darkened status, it appeared to be very brightly decorated and split into several distinct zones centered around a large space that was dominated by what looked to be large rocking chairs. There also appeared to be toys lining shelves on one wall, although even from where I stood they seemed overly large. Again, before I was able to get much insight into the room, my bodacious captor forced me to continue my march down the hall. Now I would tell you that I was grateful to be done with my walk of shame, but when I saw the sign reading intake all I wanted to do was cower in fear. Don’t ask me why, but something about the stark, bold letters on the sign and the large, utilitarian steel door to which it was attached left me terrified. Begrudgingly I allowed myself to be forced inside as the door was held open for me. Now I know that you are waiting for me to tell you that we walked into a dungeon or some sort of torture chamber, but for all of my fear and dread we wound up in another hallway. Another fucking hallway, albeit this one was far less cozily decorated. In stark contrast to the halls we had previously been through, where the colors were warm and the flooring tasteful, this was clearly a space where shit got done. The floors and half of the walls were covered in those tiny little tiles that you find in all of the cheap malls and other such places. You know the ones that are about 2 inches square and it takes millions of them to cover the smallest of areas? Just like every other such installation that I had ever seen, the guy who put them in hadn’t been paid more than enough to give about 2 fucks about the work he was doing and around every 10th tile was crooked. Sorry, I get a little bit OCD about shit like that, it just drives me nuts. The tiles were bland, heavily waxed and beige in color, again done in the style of a blind designer. To top it off the remainder of the walls were a godawful puke green color. Who ever came up with that color or decided that it would be reasonable to put “anywhere”? Maybe they did it so that if you puked on the walls nobody would ever be able to tell. Finishing off this amazing display of décor were rows of incredibly bright fluorescent lights. Now you may recall my prior reaction to said lights, and the fact that I had subsequently been shocked and bounced off my floor did nothing to improve my attitude towards them. In any case, I digress, the fucking place doesn’t deserve the time that I spent describing it. In short order after entering the hall we turned through a door on the right into what was clearly an oversized shower. The nurse wasted no time in leading me to the center of the room above a large drain before she reached up and pulled some sort of tether from the ceiling and attached it to my collar while at the same time removing the control bar. She was quick to remind me that violating the limits of the tether would also trigger the collar. As she did so she proceeded to attach a spreader bar between the ankle cuffs that I still wore. I guess I had forgotten about those somewhere along the line. Something else to add to my meager list of possessions, I just wished that my dignity was also still on that list. “Now sweetie, I am going to take this nasty diaper off of you. Lord knows that we don’t need you getting a diaper rash on your first day here. Don’t be afraid if you need to make tinkles, the drain on the floor will catch it.” With that the abomination that surrounded my hips and ass was released with the tearing of tapes and dropped to the floor. She proceeded to gather it up and dump it in a nearby trash. I was fuming again at this point, my mind cursing all the while. Although I was clearly greatly relieved my the removal of the disgusting, soggy padding that had previously encased my loins, I was incensed by her words. “Sweetie? Make tinkles? What do you think I am, three bitch? If you hadn’t locked me down and put me in a fucking diaper…” My train of thought was interrupted by a sudden blast of freezing water. Okay so freezing probably wasn’t accurate but I wouldn’t call it warm, tepid at best. Now wearing a large rubber apron and gloves she wasted no time in hosing my entire body from head to toe. She certainly didn’t offer any degree of gentleness as she used what for all intents and purposes was a garden sprayer to hit every crevasse and nook and cranny. Next came a large bucket full of suds along with a large sponge. Again, there was no sympathy as that sponge was crammed into every spot that I had ever held sacred and used to scrub me down. And I do mean scrub as she practically reddened my skin in places. At least the rinse off was somewhat warm, which unfortunately coupled with the fact that my legs being splayed out at a practically 45-degree angle gave the bitch the satisfaction of watching me make “tinkles” once again. Once the hose down was complete I was roughly toweled off to a reasonable level of dryness and left standing naked in the middle of the room. While the nurse busied herself in the corner I took the opportunity to glance down at my body. It took a minute and then I suddenly realized that the hair on my arms was gone, not that I had much, but the fine soft hair that had previously been there was now absent. Another glance revealed the stubble from my legs to be non-existent. I didn’t really need to look to know what I was going to see next but I did in any case. Yes, you guessed it, not a pubic hair to be seen, just a fresh pink mound staring back at me. Looking to the floor, I could clearly see remnants of what had once been my body hair floating in the last vestiges of water swirling around the large floor drain. By this point the nurse had returned and once again, without warning proceeded to go about her business. In a matter of mere seconds, she had dusted my entire body in what my nostrils could clearly mistake for nothing other than baby powder. With quick efficiency, the process of attaching me to the lead in the ceiling was reversed and I was led to a door on the other side of the room. As the door was pulled open, what I saw made me glad that I had just emptied my bladder mere minutes before…..

I was fortunate enought to recover this story that was lost in the great story purge a few years back. I will be psoting what I have and adding to it as time allows WARNING: Vulgar language, dark themes, forcible onfinement, medical facilities. Read if you dare. Chapter 1, Samantha Wake up, eat, shit, shower, brush, drive, work, drive home, eat, smoke. Shitty part of the day done. Call friends, find club, drink, drink more, smoke, pop whatever is cheap, dance with stranger, more pills, more booze, kiss guy, kiss girl, grind on someone on the dance floor. Let the world spin, make it a blur, go home, sleep. Wake up, shower, drive, work, home, drink, drugs, party, blur, home. Wake up, Red Bull, work, get yelled at, club, drink, drugs, blur, let it spin, it hurts less this way. Stranger’s bed, find clothes, walk, work, more yelling, club, same shit, better high, home. Wake up, smell like piss, oh fuck, shower, deal with that mess later, work, club, drugs, more party, black……. “Holy shit, what did I do last night? My head fucking hurts. Fuck, did I piss myself again? Where am I? This room is so strange, all white, why are the lights so fucking bright?” This inner monologue wouldn’t have been that different from most days recently except for the god awful and incredibly fucking bright room in which I found myself. “Why the hell was it so bright? Doesn’t anybody in this house know what a fucking hangover is?” There were so many questions, most of which I probably didn’t care to know the answers to, and like so many mornings where I had woken up in a strange location I knew that the answers would slowly reveal themselves. One question that seemed to have a clear answer was the powerful aroma of warm, stale urine which currently wafted through the air. As unpleasant as the fact that I had most likely pissed whatever bed I was in was, it really wasn’t a huge surprise. Hell, when you go on nightly benders there is always a chance that you will end up losing control of some bodily functions. As a somewhat pleasant surprise, only my crotch and ass actually felt damp as opposed to the entire lower half of my body or more. “Well I had better get up and deal with whatever fucking mess I managed to make last night. This wonderfully shitty day isn’t going to get better on its own.” This was where the real surprises started to happen. I went to move my arms to sit up, only to find that I couldn’t pull the away from the strange cross armed position on my belly in which I had apparently fallen asleep. “What the fuck did you fuckers do to me?” was what I attempted to yell out, except that the sound that fell on my ears was a muffled “Whh fff eww uck t mm”. Surprise number 2, some sort of gag or nipple or some shit in my mouth. As hard as I tried, there was no way for me to push the abomination out of my mouth. “Holy fuck, what did I get myself into?” Now don’t get me wrong, I have had a lot of sex during my exploits, and done some kinky shit, but bondage was never something that I was into. Something about the trust factor involved with being tied up, especially be a random stranger that you just hooked up with in a bar or club or somebody’s fucking basement just didn’t appeal to me. So why was I lying here partially bound and gagged, clearly, I would never consent to this shit. “Well fuck it, I don’t need my arms or mouth to sit. This fucktard is going to be sorry by the time I find him and kick his ass.” Surprise number 3, guess who couldn’t sit up? “Tie me to the fucking bed, you useless sack of shit, I will fucking end you”. The words of rage were flying through my head by this point, and the panic was starting to creep in at the fuzzy edges of my brain. I started to thrash about a bit in an attempt to free myself, and lo and behold, surprise number 4, my goddamned legs were secured just as well as the rest of me. All I could succeed in doing was bucking my midsection up and down slightly causing the bed to shake and squeak and make rustling noises. “Ok, ok, calm down, this is fucked up but you’re not going to make this bed bounce its way out of this room. Just be patient, he will come back and then you can get out of this hellhole and call the cops and go home and piss and shower and go on with life.” “Piss, oh fuck, somehow the train of thought had alerted me to the growing need in my bladder. Obviously, it hadn’t fully emptied itself last night, as evidenced by the bed that was somewhat drier than expected based on the lovely smell in the room. The need bas growing steadily now, funny how one minute you can be blissfully unaware and then mere seconds later it can feel as though it is situation critical. All I could do was writhe and squirm in a feeble attempt to lessen the growing pressure, all the while listening to the cheap ass bed that was my prison squeak and make those infernal rustling noises. “Cheap bastard, he can afford prime time bondage gear but can’t buy a good bed or linens?” Its funny the things that your brain chooses to focus on when all other choices are removed. 15 minutes grew to 20, then thirty, somewhere time became a blur. What wasn’t a blur was the fact that I needed to piss, and I needed to do so now. Obviously, my captor wasn’t going to be returning anytime soon and I was becoming resigned to the fact that I was going to be forced to intentionally piss myself. “Well at least the bed is already wet. Nobody else will know that my bladder actually failed me twice. Plus, it serves him right, he can clean this mess up, leave me tied to a bed for hours on end, you miserable fuck….” Now I don’t know if you have ever tried to piss yourself before, but let me tell you that it is not as easy as it would seem. Somehow the body tends to fight your mind choosing to voluntarily give up on years and years of muscle memory. I tried slowing my breathing and relaxing, but no go. I tried imagining myself sitting on the toilet, letting out a nice long flow, but did you know that it is really hard to imagine you are sitting comfortably while you are strapped to a bed quite restrictively? I’m not sure at what moment what tactic finally worked, honestly the muscles in my bladder may have just failed all together, but when it happened it was momentarily glorious. I could hear the hiss as the torrent of hot piss came rushing out of my body. I could feel it spread through my crotch, slowly climbing up the front of my nether regions and seeping down my ass. I could feel a swelling between my legs, growing more and more by the second. WHOA, wait a second, can somebody please make that record scratching noise that they use on TV shows to bring the scene to a screeching halt? Thank you. This was about the point where my brain registered that shit was really fucked up. Meanwhile the torrent of piss continued to pour out of me despite my efforts to make it stop. Why wasn’t the piss spreading down my legs, why did it sound like water pouring on plastic, why was my crotch swelling so much? The rustling noises? I wiggled my ass some, they actually sounded more like plastic crinkling now that I thought about it. Now maybe you have long since reached the conclusion that my brain was finally making, the bastard had me wearing a fucking diaper! Granted I couldn’t see the damned thing but the evidence made the conclusion quite obvious. “Gross, why would he put me in a diaper? How fucked is this guy? Who would make somebody sit in a pool of their own disgusting piss?” I had probably spent another 15 minutes fuming and plotting my revenge when I heard the sound of a lock turning and a door opening when suddenly SHE walked in. 5 foot 6, wearing light blue scrubs that accentuated an amazing ass and gorgeous boobs, shoulder length brown hair and a clipboard. This could explain things, it wouldn’t have been the first time for me to have been with a chick, and let me tell you, as gorgeous as she was I could see myself as having been willing to experiment with her. Obviously, things must have gone overboard, I mean come on, a diaper? Clearly, I would never have consented to wearing a diaper. But damn, once I could get some answers out of her things would make more sense. Maybe she was into some kinky medical fetish shit. Forgetting the gag for a moment I tried to start asking questions which only came out as more mumbling, accompanied by some drool seeping out at the edges of the gag, GROSS. “Good morning Ms. Weston, I’m so glad to see that you are finally awake and conscious. You had us quite worried when they brought you in last night but clearly you are on the upswing right now. Hush, there will be time for questions later, right now we need to get you up and moving down to processing.” My god, that bubbly voice, how fucking annoying could it be. And what was she talking about? Who brought me in? Where was I? Processing? OK now things were seeming really fucked. All the while she continued her stream of banter as she made some notes on the clipboard. At long last she started to lean over and start undoing some form of the strap that was holding my upper body down. She was quick to pipe up as she did so “I will give you one warning and one warning only before I let you up. We do not tolerate any abuse of staff or disobedience in this facility. I apologize that we didn’t have sufficient intake time last night to outfit you with our standard behaviour reinforcement equipment, but the rudimentary model that we are using for the time being will suffice.” As she spoke, she held up her hand to reveal a small remote with a couple of buttons on it. How much more fucked could this get, behaviour modification equipment? One thing was clear, I needed to escape and fast. At long last she unclipped my legs and helped me to spin and sit on the edge of the bed. “Now hurry up sweetheart, lets get you standing and we will head out and get you processed.” As I stood she proceeded to lift up the gown or whatever it was that I was wearing to reveal the gigantic sodden mass of blue plastic between my legs which was clearly a diaper as I had so cleverly deduced. “Oh my, you certainly put this diaper to good use now didn’t you. It’s a good thing that they put you in one of our most absorbent brands, I don’t think any of the others would have held up. I will be sure to make a note on your chart so that the staff knows the right diaper to change you into after the intake process is done.” Right brand, to change me into? I don’t need diapers! Why wont you take this stupid gag out or release my arms? All the while she continued to usher me towards the door of the room. The thin gown I was wearing did nothing to disguise the sodden diaper nor to muffle the horrifying crinkle made with every bow-legged step I took. As she unlocked the door from the inside and pulled it open I saw my opportunity and started the first three steps of my run to freedom…….. All right folks, that’s all I have for chapter 1. I welcome any and all feedback. I already have some inspirations for new chapters so you never know when more might show up.

Chapter 4 – Owning Up Monica’s work day came to all too quick of an end, if that was even possible when sitting in an hours old muck filled diaper. By this point in the day one would have a hard time telling which had stewed worse, Monica or her crinkly prison. Fortunately, the high quality diapers that Monica had chosen for her future pet had amazing odor control capabilities and the average human nose would have a hard time detecting much more than the slight baby powder-like scent of the chemical agent that was used to help the diaper conceal odors. Although there had been leaps and bounds in diaper technology since the bond had arrived, there was still apparently no manufacturer out there that had yet figured out how to make a fully loaded diaper feel like much less than that, perhaps because this seemed to be one of the sensations that became less troublesome once people had been bound and made the transition to pethood. Of course, as an unbound adult human, Monica still held all of her regular senses were serving to leave her in a great deal of discomfort from the muck in her pants. Deciding that there was no more putting off the inevitable, Monica slowly arose from her desk and began to gather her things. The mess in her diaper of course adapted to no longer being squished in place by her sitting position and proceeded to slump down between her legs, causing her to walk with a slightly pronounced waddle familiar to parents the world over. Monica slowly made her way to the elevator, hoping that it wasn’t too late to prevent Mrs. Simmons from taking matters into her own hands and digging into the security video archives from the day. Every moment seemed like an eternity, pushing the call button, counting the endless seconds as the floor indicator ticked closer and closer to her number, waiting as the doors opened with agonizingly slow speed, finally pushing the button for the top floor of the building and waiting for the machine to transcend the countless floors in its relentless climb towards her impending fate in Mrs. Simmons’ office. At long last the elevator doors opened, leaving Monica to step out into the lavishly decorated office. Despite the elegance of her office, Mrs. Simmons was not the type to bother herself with a secretary or personal assistant, and as such had no anteroom, leaving Monica to immediately face her boss. With a slight look of irritation at being interrupted from her work so late in the day, Mrs. Simmons looked up to address Monica. “Is there something that I can help you with young lady?” Monica hadn’t exactly thought about what she was going to say once she was actually facing her boss, but managed to stammer out some words. “I’m here about the email that you sent out earlier today.” “Email? Which one was that? You do realize that I send dozens, if not hundreds of them in a given day? I’m afraid that I don’t even know your name, so I’m not sure why you would come in here and assume that I would know what email you were referring to.” Monica was taken aback by the curt reply. Staring at her feet she managed to mumble out “Monica Greene, ma’am.” “Well Miss Greene, I’m still entirely unsure what email you are referring to, perhaps you could spare me from this tiring charade and enlighten me before you waste any more of my time’” “The one about the d-d-d-diaper ma’am. The ummm pink diaper in your email;” “Oh yes, the diaper! You needn’t have clarified the color, clearly I don’t send that many emails to my staff regarding diapers that I would need you to specify which one. In fact I would have to say that this is the first time that I have ever had to send an email about a diaper to my staff. So tell me then, the diaper is yours?” To emphasize her words, the woman opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out the offending garment, placing openly on top for both to see. “No, no the diaper isn’t mine, I don’t need them. “Well clearly it is not yours in the sense that it would be a part of your wardrobe. Even if you were incontinent, which I would hope is not an issue at your young age, I would hope that you would have the sense to purchase more sensible undergarments, not something clearly designed for pets, which we can most definitely ascertain that you are not. But to the point, this diaper, it belongs to you for use on your pet?” “No, I don’t have a pet ma’am.” “Well that explains why I didn’t see your name on our list of employee pet owners, we don’t have all that many you know. I was thinking perhaps that you were a very newly bound owner. What it doesn’t explain is what you are doing here in my office. Do you know who was so careless as to leave it laying on the floor? Or do you have some strange curiosity about diapers? Would you like to have it so that you can explore and decide if you want to be a pet? I’ve heard that there are services out there that can help people indulge in their fantasies, although I can’t help you with locating those.” “No, no, no! I’m sorry to yell, I’m not here to turn in another employee, and I certainly don’t have any desires to live the life of a pet.” “Well for heavens sakes! Why are you here? The diaper doesn’t belong to you for either personal or pet use, you don’t know what employee left it, and you don’t want it to fulfill your own perversions! I honestly am at my wits end trying to figure out your purpose in my office!” “I’m sorry, it was me that left the diaper behind. I can explain. I had a friend call me with a bit of an emergency, she needed me to watch her pet for a short time at lunch.” The best lies always had some truth, in a technical sense Monica was partially Samantha’s pet this week after all. “While I was watching her, she had a large accident in her diaper and I had to bring her into the building to change her, I didn’t want the poor thing to suffer any longer than she had to. I must have dropped one of the spare diapers while I was changing her and missed it in my rush to clean her up and get her back to her mom and still make it back from my lunch in time. Again, I’m truly sorry for the confusion that I might have caused.” “Well that certainly clears that little mystery up. You could have saved both of us a lot of confusion and time if you had just been forthright upfront. But in any case thank you for having the courage to come face me and own up to your transgressions.” The woman finished with a warm motherly smile, perhaps she wasn’t completely the strict businesswoman that Monica had come to believe her to be. “That being said, I believe that now would be an appropriate time to discuss your punishment.” “Punishment? I don’t understand what you are talking about. I already apologized for my minor mistake.” “Oh, but it wasn’t just a minor mistake as you so bluntly put it. Aside from leaving a mess for others to clean up in one of our pristine washrooms, you brought an unauthorized pet into our building. We have rules for a reason, what if the creature had a disease and infected another in our building. Or what if it were unregistered with the government and caused harm to another pet, we would be held liable. You need to understand that this wasn’t just some minor mistake.” The strict businesswoman was back, and the anger in her face was quite evident. “Now, as for your punishment, I think a day in our pet care facility would do good to humble you somewhat and remind you of the importance of being a responsible employee.” “Yes ma’am, that sounds more than fair, I promise, I will take extra good care of the pets and show that I am a good employee.” “I can see you are still confused, allow me to clarify. You wont be working in the facility, you will be a guest in the facility.” Monica was dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe the words that she had just heard. All she could do was to nod as she bowed her head in shame. “I will be sure to let you know when I make your booking. It’s only one day, it shouldn’t be too bad dear. Now be on your way before you waste any more of my time.” Monica turned to leave the office, hoping to escape any more embarrassment “Miss Greene? Don’t forget your diaper! You will be needing sometime in the next few days after all!” The jovial grin on Mrs. Simmons’ face was too much to bear as Monica turned to retrieve the article of her demise “One last thing Miss Greene. The janitorial staff mentioned that they didn’t find any soiled diapers in the trash when I sent them in to clean up after I found your unused diaper earlier. Would you care to explain?” “I didn’t want to leave it in the trash, so I stuffed it into my bag, I was going to get rid of it at home.” “Well I’m glad that you at least know how to clean up your messy diapers, and that would certainly explain the stench that I have notice since you entered my office. Please let me be now.” Well, that wraps up another chapter, hopefully that should hold you guys over for a little bit until I can type up some more. Thanks for reading.

Sorry for the delay, I should have an update coming later tonight. I forgot my laptop when I went for my last shift of work but I have it now

Great start, cant wait to see more. Very well written (both in plot and proper use of the English language)

Chapter 3 - Technical Difficulties Samantha! Of course it had to be Samantha! She had done something to the system and somehow managed to lock Monica into her pants. Monica let out an exasperated sigh which was followed by a fresh stream of urine, one which she had been hoping sneakily release into the toilet while changing her diaper. She looked at her phone, her frustration building as she realized that over half of her lunch break had passed. She fumed and debated her options for getting the pants to release, perhaps she could contact tech support for the Hub and get them to override it. She dismissed this idea as extensively time consuming and potentially fruitless. She knew that her only reliable out was to contact Samantha for assistance. Without stopping to consider the reprocussions, she hastily typed an angry text message to Samantha, going so far as to accused her of intentionally trapping her in the pants. Realizing that she had nearly exhausted her short lunch break, Monica hastily gathered her supplies and haphazardly shoved them into her bag before storming down the hall. She crashed through the door into her office and practically threw herself I to her office chair. As she hit the seat she nearly doubled over in pain from an intense abdominal cramp. "Oh crap", she nearly said the words that quite literally described her new and impending fate if she were to believe the signals from her stomach. The afternoon seemed to wither away at a snails pace as Monica became more and more desperate. She had left several pleading voicemails for Samantha, begging her to release the pants. As she was nearing the point of utter despair, she was relieved to hear her phone beep with a notification. She scrambled to retrieve it from her purse, expecting a response from Samantha. Instead she was met by an email from her boss to all employees. "Good Afternoon, As you are all aware, this company has strict policies regarding employees having their pets in the workplace. We have graciously provided a more than ample subsidy at the local pet care facility for employees who require care for their cherished pets during the work day. I understand that emergencies may arise, and of course we would never turn down a keeper or their pet in a time of desperation. That being said, if you must make use of our facilities, I would ask that you treat them with respect and clean up after yourself. To the person who used the 3rd floor west wing women's washroom this afternoon, I would ask that you please come see me by the end of day to retrieve your property. I would hate to have to access the card reader logs to determine who you are myself. Regards, Mrs. Simmons" The email was finished with a picture a large, unused pink diaper, laying partially askew on the washroom floor. At that moment two things occurred simultaneously. The first was Monica's jaw practically hitting the floor as she came to the inevitable conclusion that the diaper in question was most certainly hers. The second was Monica's already overstressed gut dropping almost as far as her jaw which resulted in a very unintended release of the evil within. It was all Monica could do to stiffle her moans as the call of nature took its toll, pushing a wave of mush past her butt cheeks and into the waiting seat of her diaper. Monica wanted nothing more than to shut her office light, curl up into a ball under her desk and sob like a toddler, but she was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Seeing Samantha's face and name appear on the caller ID left Monica with a wave of relief, knowing that she would soo be free of this mess. What she wasn't prepared for however, was the tirade that erupted before she could even speak 2 words. "How dare you accuse me of such things! I turned that on for your safety! I didn't want you getting 'accidentally' stuck without anyone knowing if you decided to fulfill your stupid pet fetish again! Do you even understand that you could have died if I didn't find you last time? I will not be releasing the system, I will be waiting at your house when you are done work and we can discuss the reprocussions of your actions then! If it had been possible to slam a cellphone down into a cradle like the phones of old, Samantha would most certainly have done so, or at least that was how Monica envisioned the end of the call. It seemed that her day had just continued to get even worse, and now she was faced with two terrifying prospects. The first was going home to face Samantha's fury, but even worse was the ever looming task of going up to face Mrs. Simmons to claim the diaper while trying to disguise that she was in fact wearing a diaper filled with her own filth. ---------- Well that wraps up chapter 3, there is lots more to go and I have many ideas for the story. Please be open and honest with your feedback and suggestions