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  1. Guys, I would like to reveal this work, it is a collab with my friend Abdl_barbie, follow her on Wattpad, I will show you the cover first, I hope you like it, please comment what you think of the writing, if you like it, it is very important If you guys can come here and help me too: Blue Blood, Silk Ties Summary: Prologue: The Kingdom of Gallia had once been a place of legend and promise. The ancients said that there had been a time when justice was balanced, the people had a voice, and the cities flourished with hope. But those times were swallowed up by the rise of the nobility, the return of absolute monarchy, and the rule of the so-called Amazons. Versellieux, the capital, was the mirror of this world of extremes. Its imposing palaces, such as the renovated Palace of Versailles, gleamed under gold and stained glass windows, where the aristocracy gathered for splendid banquets and balls. Vast gardens and marble statues adorned every corner of the city, and luxurious carriages roamed its wide streets. But beyond the golden gates, far from the high ivory towers, lay the real Gallia—the kingdom of the peasants, the Littles, the hungry. In the village of Rochefort-sur-Lac, the reality was quite different. Surrounded by dense forests and a crystal-clear lake, the natural beauty of the place contrasted with the poverty of its inhabitants. The work was hard, the harvests were always insufficient, and opportunities were scarce. The people survived as best they could, and two main ways of ensuring some sustenance were to be found: arranged marriages in which their daughters were sold to the bourgeoisie, and, the most profitable, by giving their sons to the nobles, making them their "Little Babies". Families who accepted this fate received a generous allowance, a temporary comfort, but it came at the cost of separation and the unknown. In the countryside, far from the glitter of Versellieux, stood the Château de Clairciel, home of the influential Maison de Montreuil family. The stone mansion, surrounded by ancient woods and a vast lake, was a monument to tradition and secrets. The patriarch, Louis-Auguste de Montreuil, and his wife, Éléonore de Montreuil, maintained their aristocratic practices and habits with rigidity. Their children, Philippe, the haughty heir, Victoire, the cunning and ambitious, and Geneviève, the youngest and most mysterious, grew up under a regime of refinement and absolute control. Between balls, hunts and whispers in the corridors of the château, the family reigned like titans over Rochefort-sur-Lac. Emilia, a young woman from the village, knew this reality well. A teenager and a mushroom collector, she spent her days in the forest, collecting everything she could sell to help her family. Beside her was Eveline, a stunning beauty, who supported herself by selling handmade necklaces to merchants and travelers. Stephanie, a strong woman marked by life, tried to survive after the recent loss of her husband, counting the coins to support her household. These three women, each with their own pain and dreams, were just a few among many who lived in the shadow of the nobles, trapped in a destiny they did not choose. While Versellieux shone with its luxurious balls and the Château de Clairciel maintained its aura of mystery and oppression, Rochefort-sur-Lac resisted, like a flame about to be suffocated by the wind. But something was about to happen. Emilia could feel it in the air – the wind whispered, the leaves rustled. The world of Gallia wou
  2. Oh nooo! I lost the dare and now I gotta wear my diapy like a wittle baby! 😭💔 I’m a big boy, but I guess I'm also an adult baby who needs my comfy diapy for my potty time! It makes me feel all cozy and safe, just like a baby! 🍼✨ If someone says something, I gotta wear my diapy out in public for a whole 3-4 hours! 😳 Oh no, that’s so scawy! I really, really don’t want to take a picture in a public bathroom with my diapy on! Please, please don’t say anything! I just wanna keep my secret safe and snuggly! 🍼👶 Diapers are super soft and make me feel all warm and happy, but I don’t wanna show everyone! I just wanna be a happy baby in my diapy! Please keep it a secret! 🙈🍼 Thank you!
  3. Here is the first chapter of my brand new story - Elysium! Just a heads up... the first chapter is kinda heavy. But it's needed. There will also be content warnings throughout the story, but I'll make sure to flag them whenever possible. Now... Elysium... This is what happens when I put a lot of myself into a story. Infernum and Arbitrio were the first ones where I put a lot of myself into it... but this one feels a lot more personal than any of my other stories, so I really hope you like it. It's also a lot longer than my usual stories (Probably aiming somewhere around the same length as Little in Love or Love in Dimensions). It's different in a lot of ways, so I hope you enjoy all the differences to my usual stories. I know this genre is a little overdone in our circles... but this is a story I needed to write. You'll see why as it goes on. Enjoy! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Especially when it comes to new stories! Chapter 1: The Edge Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Depression, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide ------------------------------- Just one more step. Just the tiniest bit of momentum. That was all that was needed. Was I being selfish doing this? Maybe. But it’s not like people will care for more than a week at most. They’ll get over the initial shock and go back to living their normal lives. I was always just a background character to their stories anyway. Always was. Always will be. At least since I lost Mum anyway. They’ll be like ‘Oh, did you hear about Noah? He jumped off the bridge and died. Such a shame. Had so much life to live.’ The same useless shit people say whenever someone dies. Everyone says the same rubbish especially whenever someone kills themself. That ‘they wish they had seen the signs’, ‘wish they had done something’, ‘they were struggling’, ‘at least they’re not suffering anymore’… and it’s all bullshit. They don’t care. They just feel bad that they didn’t give enough of a fuck about someone who was struggling to do anything before it was too late. It takes the tiniest amount of effort to reach out to someone struggling like this, but none of them can be bothered. I bet they’ll say the same things about me. But I think I gave them enough signs. If they can’t read them… that’s their fault. I pretty much plastered them on the walls in bright red paint in all caps… but they were still oblivious to the message. Even if they did read them though… At this point, when I’ve reached rock bottom… what could actually help me at this point? Therapy? Ha… sure… I’ve tried like four different therapists and not one of them could help me. Meds? Doc won’t prescribe anything else because nothing seems to be working. Mental hospital? I’d rather di-... yeah… that’s why I’m here on this ledge… I stared out at the empty road below. Thankfully… no traffic this late at night. No one’s oncoming car to accidentally fall onto. Which is good, because I already feel pretty fucking guilty for ruining the day of whoever finds me… But hey, at that point I won’t have to worry, I won’t be around. Part of me worried that maybe this isn’t high enough. Because I had heard somewhere that people had survived large drops… and if I do take that final step, I want it to be exactly that… final. I don’t want to survive it. That will just lead to… complications. Locked away for a while ‘for my own safety’. The thought of that sends a wave of terror through my whole body. One of my biggest fears is being locked away, unable to escape. It’s why I’ve put this off for so long. I could’ve attempted something before… but I was worried of failing and what would happen if I did so. But now I’ve reached absolute rock bottom and I’m like 99% sure I’m done with this life now. So as my foot hovered over the large drop in front of me, my hands tightly gripping the railing behind me, balancing precariously on the edge of the bridge… I tried to mentally prepare myself. It wasn’t too late to back down though. No one would know… it’s the dead of night. There are no cars, no people… it’s a quiet little English town after all. And I picked this spot in particular so that no one could stop me, that there would be no-one around to stop me. But if I backed out… I could just go home, and no one would have any knowledge of what I planned to do. Which means no-one is doing anything drastic to keep me safe that would end up with me getting much worse. No… I’m ready. I’ve contemplated this for years. Even before I lost my Mum in my teens. Even before I told my Dad about all that stuff… before he kicked me out. I was always depressed. Always wanted to stop existing. It was never a ‘I want to die’, it was more of a ‘I don’t want to exist’, or ‘wish I had never been born at all’. Now it’s different, of course, I mean it’s why I’m balancing here on the edge of a bridge. It wasn’t all bad though. I loved my childhood. Mum made it special. She was my support… my best friend. I loved her so fucking much. Then… she was just gone. Dead. And I was left with Dad. That’s when it all went downhill. Grades slipped, Dad got aggressive. Never violent, but definitely more aggressive. You could tell he didn’t love me the way Mum did. I was just this dumb kid of his, some failure of a son. And he loved to remind me. Then when I told him about all the things going on with my life… he reacted a lot worse than I’d hoped. Kicked me out. Haven’t talked to him in years, but hey, good riddance I say. Mum hated him anyway, it’s why they separated when I was very little. When I had to move in with Dad after Mum died… I think another little piece of my soul died. I’m still surprised I got into university despite all that. Barely scraped through too, earning myself a useless degree that may have actually hindered my job prospects afterwards. So my education was ruined, as was any job I worked after I left Uni, as were all my relationships. Relationships… Ugh, this is the worst timing for me doing this, isn’t it? So close after Abigail broke up with me. She’s… she’s going to blame herself for this. Sure, she broke my heart into a billion tiny pieces, but she didn’t push me over the edge. Even if she did turn all our friends against me. No, I was ready for this for a long time, even back when we were dating. I just didn’t want to hurt her. And now look at me… I liked her. A lot. But I was always holding myself back with her, keeping a large part of myself locked away in fear of how she’d react. Hell, pretty sure that’s part of the reason she broke up with me. She said I was always so ‘mopey’... which she’s not wrong about, but I think she knew I was bottling things up around her, keeping her from seeing what was going on with me. She always had this big plan. She wanted me to propose soon, then we would get married, have kids… typical heteronormative crap you see on TV, with me as the loving husband who comes home after a busy day at the office. White picket fence and all that. But I didn’t want that. Well no, that’s not entirely true, I like the idea of it… but it wasn’t… me. I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not even… No, but anyway, I wasn’t right for her, she deserves her dream. So I’m glad she broke up with me. She deserves better. I just hope she doesn’t blame herself for what I’m about to do. No. I’m ready. One final breath. One final step. One final thought. Better make it a good one. …Nope. Can’t think of anything. Mind is racing too much to pin a thought down. Ah well, go out the same way I came in, eh? And with that last deep breath, I released my tight grip on the guard rail, the blood rushing back into them after they had turned white just moments ago. Momentum took over. It was out of my hands now. A stillness radiated my entire body. I was ready. This was actually happening. This is it. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YE’ DOING?” Something that felt like talons dug themselves into my shoulders, gripping tightly onto my shirt, and yanked me backwards back over the guard rail, tossing me like a ragdoll onto the pavement behind me. I crashed onto the pavement with my arse taking the brunt of the impact. Then my mind and thoughts rushed back, realising I wasn’t dead. “I…” Everything was spinning. I couldn’t focus or think. I had been at peace, ready to end it all, but then something, or someone, came along and literally yanked me from my fate, and now my mind was trying to catch up with my situation. “Hun… were you seriously about to do what I think you were about to do?” came a soothing voice, from who I assumed was the woman who just prevented me from doing something very stupid. At least I assumed it was a woman from what her voice sounded like, with the slightest twinge of a Scottish accent in there. Though it must have been some woman to have been able to throw me back over that guard rail… “I…” Adrenaline was coursing through my body, and I couldn’t figure out whether I wanted to admit the truth, lie, or simply just run away. My vision was blurry and I couldn’t focus. All I could hear was this soothing voice. So I couldn’t even put a face to it. “Sweetie… are you okay?” she said, crouching down in front of me. “I… umm… I’ll get back to you on that one…” I replied, finally managing a full sentence. “Hopefully sooner, rather than later… because you were one second from ending up as paste on the road below!” It was weird hearing such a lovely, almost maternal voice form such crude imagery, but it made me laugh a bit. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “Paste…” “Is your head okay? I didn’t knock it too hard, did I?” “No… I…” My vision started clearing as I looked up at who would normally be called a ‘saviour’ in this situation, though right now… I saw her as more of a hindrance to my overall goal. Freckles. That was the first thing I noticed. Well that and the very red hair. Like… proper ginger. She couldn’t look more stereotypically Scottish if she tried. Her voice definitely matched her appearance, dressed in jeans and a simple amethyst-coloured blouse under her black denim jacket. “Good. Because sometimes I don’t know my own strength. Now… are you going to tell me your name first?” “N… Noah.” “Well N-Noah,” she replied, imitating my stutter, “Care to tell me what you were about to do?” “I think that… is pretty obvious,” I replied, smiling awkwardly. “I guess it is. And why in the world would you do something like that?” “Because…” “‘Because’? Just ‘because’? Oh come on, sweetie… give me a better reason than that!” It was always hard to tell people this. To admit what I want. “I… want… I mean… I don’t want to be here anymore…” “And why is that? Did something happen?” “No. I mean yes. But I… I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Please. Just let me go. You shouldn’t stop me…” That’s when she took my hands into hers. “Sweetie, I’m not going to let you do anything drastic right now. You’re not in the best place, and I’m here to help, okay?” She sounded so… genuinely nice? Like sweetness personified. Even her words in her soft spoken accent made me instantly drop my guard around her. Which somewhat scared me… I nearly always have my guard up. “I… don’t think you can help.” “Try me.” “No. I… I don’t want…” “...To bother me? Shush. Now tell me, precious, what happened to cause such a little cutie like you to take the most drastic action he could possibly take?” I really don’t know what it is about this woman. She… she melts away whatever protection I had guarded myself with. Her voice, her mannerisms, that cute freckled face of hers… “Come on, petal…” “I… don’t even know your name…” “Ceres,” she replied, smiling down at me. “That’s a very… unique name.” “Well I’ll take that as a compliment then, but only because you’re cute,” as she said this, she sat down in front of me, not letting go of my hands as she parked herself on the cold pavement below. “I’m… not…” “Not cute? Lies. Look at you. I bet your girlfriend is all over you.” “D… don’t have one…” “You don’t? Well sorry, sweetie, but I find that hard to believe.” “I’m too depressed for her,” I replied, hanging my head in shame, trying to look anywhere but at her face. “Her? So there was someone? Is this what it’s all about?” “No. Yes. I mean… part of it.” “Then tell me more.” “It’s just… I’ve felt like this for a long time. Since…” “Since what?” “Since I lost my Mum,” I sighed. She went silent for a second. “Ah. Yes. I know how much that hurts. No Dad to help?” “No. He… didn’t like who I was growing up to be. I wasn’t his clone, so he didn’t care. I was always too much like my Mum.” She squeezed my hand, causing me to look up into her beautiful green eyes. “Oh sweetie. I understand your pain. But that doesn’t mean you go taking a step onto the motorway below like that. Are you in therapy? Missed your meds?” “None of it works. Tried it all.” She looked at me, no smile on her face anymore. As if she was trying really hard to read me. She was thinking about something, but I couldn’t even begin to guess what it was that was going on in that head of hers. “Right. Come on. Come with me.” Okay… I wasn’t expecting that. But hey, as long as she doesn’t call the police or for an ambulance… maybe I can get away with just slinking off home once she’s given me a talking to, and no-one in my life will be aware of what nearly went down tonight. “I… okay…” “Good boy. Let’s go sit on a bench and you can talk about what’s bothering you. Spare no details.” ------------------------------- “So depression, dead end job, no girlfriend, bad degree, shit dad, lost your Mum, facing homelessness, and nothing the doctors are trying is working? Is that everything?” “That… is pretty much it,” I replied, shrugging at her, not knowing what else to say. Ceres had found a nice little bench in the nearby park. It was just as dead as the bridge was, probably due to it being like… 3am. She had sat me down, wrapped her jacket around me (as I had been stupid enough to come out wearing just my t-shirt and jeans. Sure, it’s only the start of September, but it’s still pretty bloody cold at 3am in the UK, no matter what time of year it is), and barely released my hands from hers the entire time. I hesitated at first. I didn’t want to go and bother this complete stranger with all my issues, even if she had just technically saved my life. Despite wishing she hadn’t done so. But something about this woman, who looked not much older than 30, made me feel so… safe… that I eventually just blurted out everything, just one big stream of consciousness. I was worried maybe I had overwhelmed her, but clearly with her little summary… she had listened to everything. Not that I told her everything. There’s some stuff that I’m not even able to talk to myself about, let alone a cute stranger who just prevented me from ‘becoming paste on the road’. “Right. Well whilst I can see why you’d want to do what you were about to do… I still think you’re an idiot for attempting it.” “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be all nice and reassuring? ‘Idiot’ isn’t very nice, is it?” I asked, smiling cheekily at her, the first smile I had managed since she saved me. “Excuse me…” she said, trying her best to hold in her laugh, the one you could clearly see bubbling at the surface. “I’m very good at what I do. Not my fault some cute idiot decided to do something stupid and change my plans…” That’s when a wave of guilt hit me. The one I had hoped to have missed… after I had done the deed. “I… oh… sorry…” I replied, hanging my head in shame. “Oh shush. I was only on my way home from work.” “Still… sorry. You should be home right now.” “No, Noah… none of that bullshit with me, okay? You were in a low place, I understand that. Hell, I understand getting to the point where you’re teetering over the edge… but I will not have you putting yourself down just for slightly inconveniencing me. I’m just happy I got to stop you before you became vulture-chow.” “We don’t get vultures in England…” “And apparently you also don’t get jokes…” she said, nudging me playfully. “Sorry…” “What did I just tell you?” “S-... ah… yeah… Fine. No more apologies. For now,” I replied, pouting slightly at this cute girl. “Good boy.” Shivers ran through my body when she said those two words. And for a moment there… I swear she could tell. But it wasn’t good shivers. It wasn’t bad. It was like… a mix of both? “Now, sweetie. I’m a bit worried about leaving you alone right now. Have you got anyone you can call?” “No,” I snapped back at her, maybe a little too quickly. “No one?” “I… no. Sorry. I’ll be fine, you can just let me go home.” “Via the motorway?” she replied, pointing in the direction of where I had nearly jumped. “Oh I don’t think so, sweetie.” “I’ll be fine…” I groaned. “Look, I’ll give you my number. If you need someone to talk to, or have a drink or something, you just call me, okay? You’re not a bother. And I want you to be okay. You’re a cute guy.” I grumbled a bit, before she finally released her hands, reaching into her shoulder bag with both of them, before pulling her phone out with one of them. “Right, come here. I’m giving you the biggest hug ever. That way you’ll want another one, and be a lot less likely to go stepping off bridges…” Hey, I wasn’t going to argue with this woman. First off, she’s cute. Secondly… she gives off this vibe of ‘do as I say, or you’ll regret it’. Thirdly… I was still calming down after everything, so if I was going to try this again… I’d need a few days, I think, to get my head back to normal. And fourthly… and most importantly… she hadn’t called anyone. She hadn’t called the police. Hadn’t called to get me locked away for my own safety. She was just… letting me go. This was the best thing that could have happened once she saved me, and I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. As I stood up, she held out her arms, creating an opening for me to hug her. Slowly shuffling forward, I got closer and closer until she took the lead and stepped forward, wrapping her rather strong arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I wrapped mine around her waist and embraced the hug. With my head pressed against her chest like this, this hug felt like the best thing in the world right now. The best thing I had experienced in years. I felt all the sadness I tried bottling up, all the anger, all the pain, everything… come rushing forward, flooding my body with emotion. I began to cry into her shoulder. “There there, Noah, let it all out. You’ve had a stressful life from the sounds of it. Just let it all out. Forget about it. You don’t have to be big and strong with me.” Her words, along with the soft, comforting accent of hers… made me feel smaller than ever. Even as she stroked my blonde hair, which must have come untied from the ponytail earlier, I felt smaller than ever, despite her only being a couple of inches taller than me. And I’m 5’9! Yet I felt two feet tall compared to this woman somehow. “I… sorry I’m such a mess. You… you shouldn’t have to comfort me like this.” She squeezed me tighter, then moved her mouth closer to my ear. “Sweetie, I am so glad I ran into you tonight. I think fate brought us together. Because I think I can help you.” A small little pinch. In my upper arm. That’s all that was felt before the world… and my body… got really heavy. Before the world started spinning. Before everything felt… almost good for once. And then… the lights went out. ====================================================== Sorry for the really heavy start to this story. I promise you it gets easier. It's a very emotional story, and may have some darker moments like this. But I promise you, it's worth it. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, despite this! Like I said... I put a lot more of myself into this story... Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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  4. Hello lovelies. I’m Amberubael and I started this story as a little something for a friend of mine to tailor to their kinks. This is my first story that I’ve written and after some encouragement to share it I thought I’d share as I’m writing it. I hope you find some enjoyment out of this. Please tell me what you think as I post and create. Content warning: This is a darker story. It involves ABDL, kidnapping, NC, mind games, forced mental regression, gaslighting and eventual Stockholm. These are not things I condone in real life as this is purely a fantasy I’m writing out for the enjoyment of my friend and myself. Warning: This is not a fair ending Chapter One: The Date and the letter Alice picked at the broccoli on her plate with her fork, unable to take her mind off of the girl in front of her. This was her first date in quite a while, a few years actually now that she had thought about it. So far this one was going well, she hoped. They had met on an app geared towards the feminine persuasion and the first few matches had been dudes. When she finally stumbled upon her and matched she was already feeling a little something. “You alright there?” Amber asked with a smirk, having taken to holding her own spoon idly between her fingers and balancing with her thumb. Her other hand now held her chin in her hand with a slight cock of the head to the side. “You kind of zone out there for a moment. You were telling me about work?” “Work, right. Sorry.” Alice couldn’t help but apologize as she looked back up, quickly taking another bite of her alfredo before swallowing. “Like I mentioned, it’s nothing exciting. Mostly just some data entry. Occasional meeting with a few people above my paygrade. The “when the company likes to think it’s more important than it really is” kinda thing.” Another swirl of the fettuccine and another bite. “Give yourself some credit. It can’t be easy work.” Alice brought her eyes up to watch Amber again as she took another sip of soup. Those same green eyes briefly met with Amber’s hazels before she looked down to her plate again. “Well, what about yours? You’ve had me talking about myself all night. Tell me about yourself? What hobbies do you like? Or …” She paused, hesitating as this was sometimes a sensitive subject to bring up amongst some people. “... Do you want to tell me your ‘story’ of how you came out?” Emphasis on the word story to drive her curiosity home. Amber couldn’t help but chuckle and gave a gentle shake of her head. Her curly brown hair bounced a little as she shook her head, Alice noted with a little bit of envy. She had complimented her earlier on her hair when they first met up before the date with Amber taking the compliment and just noting she had use a little bit of product and had ‘let her hair do her thing’. Her own blonde hair took quite a bit of work to get it as straight as she liked it, or braided when the mood struck. “You really want that story?” Amber mused, breaking Alice from her thoughts yet again. “Well I came out some years back, well into my adulthood. Maybe…’16 if I remember correctly? Yeah that sound about right.” Another sip of her soup was taken before she continued. “Won’t go into the specifics but it’s the typical girl from the south, growing up as a boy, family who is ultra religious didn’t take it well. You know the story. I grew a backbone and became honest with myself. Havn’t talked much with the family before then.” Alice couldn’t help but frown but before she could voice anything Amber held her hand up to stall her. “Now now. I’m happy, that’s all I worry about. I have my chosen family.” Amber finished her stalling that line of questions before continuing. “I started hormones some years back. Your turn.” “Me? Oh, I've been out for a while too. Better than yours, I suppose.” She hesitated for a moment, cheeks flushing at the comment. “Sorry I didn’t mean...” Amber flashed her hands in a little dismissive gesture. “No no you’re fine.” “Well, what I mean is, I’m thankful I have a family who accepts me. Nothing as exciting as your story.” “Nonsense, everyone’s story is as unique as they are. They’re beautiful, endearing, or inspirational.” Amber smiled warmly to her, which of course, caused her to blush at both the smile and her words. Alice couldn’t help it but feel enamored with Amber’s way with words. Even when they were texting she just seemed to know what to say on how to help Alice feel better, to laugh, or sometimes to even think about the weirdest things. “Trust me, I’m grateful to hear your story.” She had been the one to ask the question and now here she was being… Alice’s mind wandered again, drifting off as they both continued eating for a bit. The conversations were nice and Amber had this warm, almost maternal feeling about her. That suited Alice fine for more than a few reasons. Those reasons she tried not to think about now as it wouldn’t do to dwell and daydream this early in the date or any potential dynamic that may arise. Daydreaming was a scary world sometime, afterall. It was at least a welcome distraction from… “Alice, are you enjoying your alfredo?” Amber asked with an amused expression suddenly. “I… what? Yeah I mean it’s really good, why?” “Because you’re making a mess of yourself, hold still.” Alice furrowed her brows for a moment in confusion before her eyes widened in surprise as Amber grabbed a napkin and reached over the table carefully and gently wiped at the corners of Alice’s mouth suddenly. She had been too stunned to react as the other woman wiped away the excess sauce from her cheeks and chin and could only react with a heavy blush forming across her lips. “O-oh! Uh, thank you!” She stuttered out before looking down to her plate in pure shame that she had made a mess without realizing it… and pure excitement that Amber had done that. Why had she? Not that she actually complained, it was just so unexpected for her. “Of course… Oh, I hope that wasn’t too forward.” Amber stated, a small blush of her own forming as she set the crumpled up napkin to the side. “Sometimes I forget myself and I really do apologize.” “No no!” Alice stated quickly, almost mentally hitting herself for how quick and strongly she reacted just then. “It caught me by surprise, that’s all. It was… nice, actually.” That blush formed again as she looked to her nearly finished plate. “You’re adorable Alice. I’m having a great time and I hope you are too. I hope I haven't been too forward or anything. I get excited and lose myself when I’m with such a cute girl.” Cute girl? If Alice was capable of spontaneous combustion it would probably have happened at this point. Not ‘beautiful woman’ or anything like that. Cute. Girl. Oh how that pushed buttons she wished she didn’t have. “N-no.” She stumbled across her word a little. “You haven’t. I’ve actually had a really nice time and…” Trailing off as the fear of asking to continue seeing Amber so she wasn’t too forward herself. “And? And you’d like to go on another date?” That confident and warm smile returned to Amber’s features as she watched Alice, fiddling that spoon in her fingers again. “Cause if that’s the case, I’d absolutely love that. We could go out again if you’d like, or I could cook for you. It’s something I’ve been getting into recently, if you’d feel comfortable with that?” Amber asked with no small amount of hope in her voice. Alice jerked her gaze back up at that, a bashful and excited smile crossed her features. “Really?! I mean y-yeah I’d like that!” “Good. I’m glad and would love that. We can work details out later… in the meantime…” Amber started again with another set of back and forth questions as tension seemed to release between the two blushing girls. It was nice how their easy conversations online translated into the real world as time went on. With dinner finished and a few glasses of wine between them the stories flowed freely. Soon enough they’d part ways, even getting a nice, gentle hug between the two as they got into their respective rides home. Alice was loath to let the night end but she didn’t want to push too hard too fast. She suspected she’d have gotten in Amber’s ride that night if she was asked and didn’t want to push the other girl much too far on a first date. Now that the night was winding down and her ride home to her apartment was well on the way she safely let her mind wander, imagining all the fun she might have with Amber or what food she might cook. All the little butterflies dancing through her stomach soon turned into a knot of unease as she approached her apartment. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be home, it just meant dealing with the letter. The letter that had arrived a few days ago. A letter that had sent many emotions going through her thoughts. The letter without a return address. A letter that had called her both by her real name and her online name. The letter with so much impact in so few words that had sent Alice spiraling in panic, fear, anger, and finally humiliation. “I know who you are, Little Alice.” Had been the only words on the page beyond her name on the front of the envelope and it being addressed to her online handle. _________________________________________________________________ A week had passed since the date with Amber and Alice’s final decision to throw the letter away. She wouldn’t let whoever this was hold that power over her. Or she thought so, even after making sure she replaced the lock on her door with one that would electronically alert her phone if it was opened. Whoever this was had to just be getting a rise out of her and by the power of Mork and Gork she wouldn’t let them. She kept in contact with Amber through texting, though the communication had been sporadic some days due to their work schedules. That and Alice didn’t want to come off too strong and burn the candle at both ends when she was hoping to get to know her lady friend at the beginning of whatever they were dancing around. They had, at least, started to make plans for their next date. They agreed on Alice’s place and Amber would bring over her cooking materials she needed as well as the food. She had been tight lipped though on what she was making beyond asking if Alice had any allergies. “She’s so considerate…” Alice had mumbled to herself, as she started her routine after a day of work. Grab the mail from the post, check on her cat Angel’s food and water dish, strip from her business attire and settled into her pajamas, before taking a seat at her computer. Setting the mail to the side so she could accept cuddles from Angel’s demanding self. Today was a day to herself and maybe texting her crush a bit in between Overwatch matches. So, that’s just what she did for a few hours. A few win streaks, a couple of losses here and there, and back to pushing her rank back up again. Amber had been quiet for the first bit of it, probably still working or busy she told herself. Thankfully that had been rather brief when she heard the chime of her phone go off. A quick few texts back and forth as she finished up her sessions for the night had definitely brought her mood up from her losses earlier. Finally, though, it was time to adult for a bit. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she needs to actually do something other than steam roll people online. Rising from her chair would be met with a grumbly meow from Angel before she grabbed the stack of mail from nearby to take with her into the kitchen and started to heat up some leftover chinese she had been eyeballing. As she started rummaging through the mail while her food heated she’d frown, as usual, to the bills or junk that got sent to her. Never anything fun! “Junk. Junk. Bill. Ugh my car doesn’t have an extended warranty. Ju-” Her heart nearly stopped in her chest as the final piece of mail sat in her hands. The handwriting. The lack of return address. The stationary used. It was too familiar and it caused panic to swell up inside of her. It was again addressed directly to her and held a single letter inside. With shaking hands she slipped the envelopes’ edges up and pulled the thick stationary out. On it were familiar words, the same as before, but it was as if the whole story was being mailed to her a bit at a time. “I know who you are, Little Alice. Soon you’ll be mine and you’ll love me for it.” She had to steady herself on her feet by bracing the cabinet with a free hand as she started back and forth between the letter and the envelope. The beeping of the microwave caused her to scream and drop the papers from her hands as she lost whatever composure she had at that instant. It was only when the envelope fell face up did she realize the last piece of the puzzle that turned her blood to ice. There was no stamp.
  5. Chapter 1: The Unexpected Turn Greg and Sam had been married for five years, and their love for each other only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, trust, and a deep emotional connection. They had always been adventurous in the bedroom, exploring each other's desires and fantasies. But lately, Greg had been feeling a growing urge to surrender to Sam's dominance, He couldn't quite explain it, but the thought of being controlled and guided by his wife sent shivers down his spine. Sam had noticed this on a few occasions in the bedroom and realized the excitement it brought for her. She wanted to push this dynamic further, the thought of it bringing intense arousal. One night as they made love, Greg found himself trying to nudge Sam's head down, hinting that he wanted her to give him oral pleasure. But Sam had other plans. She gently kissed him, her lips brushing against his, and then pushed him down, her hands firm but gentle on his shoulders. Greg felt a surge of excitement as he realized she was taking charge. He complied, his body responding to her touch as he sank down onto the bed. Sam stood on her knees, towering over Greg as he positioned himself on all fours. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with anticipation, and Greg could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Sam's eyes locked onto his, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. Without a word, Sam directed Greg's head to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him like a gift. Greg's lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suckle, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him. Sam's hands guided his head, her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him in place. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the moment. As they lingered there, Sam's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the curve of Greg's spine. She pushed him down, her touch gentle but insistent, until his face was inches from her vagina. Greg's heart skipped a beat as he realized what she wanted. He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation, but his desire for her overrode any doubts. Sam's eyes never left his as she began to thrust against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Greg's tongue danced across her skin, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. He was lost in the sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and feel of her. Time seemed to slow down, and all that existed was the two of them, lost in this intimate dance. As they moved together, Sam's voice whispered in his ear, "Stick your fingers inside me, Greg. Taste me." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he complied, his fingers sliding into her warmth. The sensation was electrifying, and he felt himself becoming even more aroused. But Sam wasn't done yet. She took his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, and guided his thumb into her. Greg felt a jolt of surprise, but before he could react, Sam locked eyes with him and pushed his thumb into his mouth. The sensation was shocking, yet strangely erotic. Greg's mind reeled as he sucked his own thumb, the taste of Sam's arousal mingling with his own. As Greg's thumb slid into his mouth, he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, one that made him feel vulnerable and exposed. But despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through his veins. He was turned on, and he knew it. Sam seemed to sense his conflicted emotions, and she smiled to herself as she kept his thumb in place. She gently laid him down on his back, her hands guiding him onto the softness of the bed. Greg felt himself sinking into the mattress, his body relaxed and open to her touch. As he lay there, Sam straddled his face, her thighs spreading wide as she positioned herself above him. She began to gyrate, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle as she rubbed herself against the back of his hand while he sucked his thumb. He mound forcing it into his mouth while he tasted her juice. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the rhythm of her movements. Sam's eyes never left his, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she watched him. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he gazed up at her. She knew he was turned on, and she was determined to take him to the edge. As she moved above him, Sam reached down and wrapped her fingers around Greg's cock. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Come for me, baby," she whispered, her voice throaty with desire. "Let go and come for me." Greg felt himself building towards a climax, his body tensing as he strained towards release. And then, in a burst of sensation, he exploded, his semen spilling out onto his stomach as he cried out in pleasure. Sam smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him come. She leaned forward, her body pressing down onto his as she wrapped her arms around him. Greg felt himself being pulled into a warm, comforting embrace, and he let himself relax into her touch. As they lay there, Greg realized that he was still sucking his thumb, the digit still lodged in his mouth. He felt a surge of embarrassment, and he quickly pulled it out, his face flushing with heat. Sam noticed his reaction, and she giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. Greg felt himself blush even deeper, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He knew he was in this now, and he was excited to see where it would lead. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Greg couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. He felt more vulnerable, more open, and more connected to Sam than he had in a long time. And as he looked up at her, he knew that he was ready to explore this new dynamic, to see where it would take them and what secrets they would uncover along the way. Chapter 2: A Night of Reckoning As the days went by, Greg and Sam had repeated the scenario that had started with his thumb a few times, but they had also fallen back into their routine. It was as if they had dipped their toes into a new world, but then retreated back to the comfort of their familiar dynamic. However, the memory of that first night lingered, and Greg couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted between them. One night, as they lay in bed after a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine, Greg found himself spooning with Sam, his head resting on her chest. She was looking down at him, her eyes gazing at his peaceful expression. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon casting a silver light on their skin. As they lay there, Greg started to nudge his head into Sam's breasts, his lips brushing against her shirt. She smiled to herself, recognizing the subtle cue. She began to tease him, moving her breasts slightly, just out of reach, and then pulling him in closer. The game was on, and Greg's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the sensation. Sam's hands gently pulled her shirt down, exposing her breasts to Greg's eager lips. He latched onto one, sucking gently, and Sam felt a surge of pleasure. She transferred him to the other breast, and as he sucked, she felt his hand moving, his fingers brushing against her skin. She guided his hand down, her fingers intertwining with his, until they reached her vagina. Greg's fingers slid inside her, and Sam felt a wave of excitement. She was already wet, and his touch sent shivers down her spine. As he fingered her, she began to move her hips, her body responding to his touch. The sensation built, and soon she was coming, her body trembling with pleasure. As she came down from her climax, Sam realized that Greg was hard, his erection pressing against her leg. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of dominance wash over her. She was in control, and he was responding to her every move. With a gentle touch, Sam took Greg's thumb and ran it through her juices, the sticky liquid coating his skin. She then slowly nudged his hand near her breasts, her eyes locked onto his. Greg pretended not to notice, but Sam knew he was aware of her intent. She kept nudging his hand, her touch insistent, until he finally looked up at her with sad eyes. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Sam's heart swelled with emotion, and she felt a deep connection to Greg. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and kissed his forehead. With a gentle but firm touch, she pushed his thumb into his mouth. Greg's eyes widened, and he started sucking, his lips closing around his thumb. Sam whispered into his ear, "Good boy...such a good boy." Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. As he sucked his thumb, Sam reached down and touched his cock through his boxer shorts. The touch was electrifying, and Greg felt himself coming, his semen spilling out into his pants. The sensation was intense, and he was taken aback by the sudden release. Sam was surprised, too, as it had never happened before. Greg's reaction was immediate, his face flushing with embarrassment as he looked up at her. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth, his eyes downcast. Sam's voice was soothing and mocking at the same time, "Oopsie, so excited you had a little accident! What a good boy you are for me, but someone might need a little protection next time, don't worry, I'll take care of you baby." Greg didn't quite understand what she meant, but he felt a sense of reassurance wash over him. As they lay there, Greg's eyelids began to droop, his body relaxing into sleep. As he fell asleep. Sam slid his hand that was on the pillow back towards his mouth, and in his sleepiness he accepted it, his thumb slipping back into his lips. He fell asleep, his body trusting and vulnerable. Sam looked at him, her heart full of love and affection. She realized how much she loved this new dynamic, this sense of dominance and control. She thought about how she would need to buy some items for him, to help him feel more comfortable and secure in his new role. As she gazed at Greg, she knew that their relationship was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would bring them even closer together. Chapter 3: Morning After Greg woke up to an empty bed, his thumb still lodged in his mouth. As he slowly came to, the events of the previous night flooded back to him. He quickly removed his thumb, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relaxation. He had slept better than he remembered, but the memory of his actions made his face flush with heat. As he sat up, he noticed the dampness between his legs and the slight cold wetness on the bed underneath his crotch, from his "accident" the night before. His embarrassment deepened, and he couldn't help but think about Sam's statement from the night before - "someone might need a little protection next time." He wondered why she had said that, especially since they hadn't used condoms since before they were married. Greg quickly got out of bed and headed to the shower, trying to wash away the lingering feelings of embarrassment. As he stood under the warm water, he couldn't shake off the thought of Sam's words and the way she had looked at him. He felt like he was losing himself in this new dynamic, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. After his shower, Greg made his way to the kitchen, where he found Sam already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and bacon filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. As he entered the kitchen, Sam turned around with a bright smile, holding up a plate of Mickey Mouse pancakes with chocolate chips. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" she chimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I made your favorite breakfast." Greg's eyes widened as he took in the spread before him. "Wow, you didn't have to go to all that trouble," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment. Sam chuckled and handed him a glass of milk. "I know what my baby likes," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "And I want to make him happy." Greg's face flushed as he took the glass, noticing that Sam had made herself a more adult breakfast - scrambled eggs, bacon, yogurt, and fruit. "You're not having pancakes?" he asked, trying to deflect attention from himself. Sam smiled and sat down across from him. "No, I think I'll stick to something a bit more... substantial," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides, I know what my baby really likes, and it's not just pancakes." He could tell she was insinuating about the night before. As they ate, Sam couldn't help but tease Greg about his sleepiness. "You were so cute when you were sleeping," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection. "I loved watching you. And I have to say, I was a bit surprised by your... little accident." Greg's face turned bright red as he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "Shh, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to change the subject. But Sam just laughed and reached out to run her thumb across the table over his lips. "It's okay, baby," she said. "It's nice to see you relaxing in new ways." Greg stared at her quizzically wondering why she was doing this? He could see the joy in her eyes. Sam looked at him and mocked putting her thumb in her mouth with fake sucking noise from her pursed lips, and a pouty face, and batted her eyes. Then laughed and winked at him. "You're learning to let go baby, and that's all that matters." Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He tried to change the subject again, but in his embarrassed haste, he accidentally knocked over his glass of milk, spilling it all over his lap. Sam rushed over to clean up the mess, laughing and reassuring him that it was okay. "Accidents keep happening, don't they?" she said with a wink. "Maybe you're not ready for a big boy cup yet." Greg's face was on fire as he sat there, his pants stained with milk. He felt like a child, and Sam's words only made him feel more embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sam," he muttered, trying to apologize. But Sam just smiled and patted his hand. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "I'll figure it out. I'll help you get back into dry pants." Her phrasing made him blush for some reason. As they finished their breakfast, Greg couldn't help but think about how different Sam had been treating him lately. She was more playful, more affectionate, and more... dominant. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this new dynamic, but a part of him was excited to see where it would lead. As they finished their meal, Sam leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was thinking about how to push her plan to the next level, how to help Greg surrender to his desires and become the submissive partner she knew he could be. And as she looked at him, she smiled to herself, knowing that she had already made significant progress. The question was, how far would he be willing to go? Chapter 4: Surrender A few days had passed since Sam had received the mysterious packages, and Greg had no idea what was in store for him. That night, as they sat on the couch watching the fire, Sam was wearing a luxurious silk bathrobe, while Greg was dressed in a pair of childish pajamas that seemed to foreshadow the events that were about to unfold. They had shared a couple of glasses of wine, and the conversation had slowed down, with Greg eventually laying his head down on Sam's lap. As the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Sam's lap washed over him, Greg felt his eyelids growing heavy. But Sam had other plans. She slowly began to work his hand towards his mouth, her fingers gently guiding his. Greg resisted at first, knowing what she was trying to do, but Sam was insistent. She rubbed his crotch through his pajamas, the touch waking him up with arousal. "Come on, baby," she whispered, her voice trying to stay calm but loaded with desire. "Just relax. It's okay." Greg tried to hold strong, but a part of him wanted to give in. He was torn between his desire to surrender and his fear of what this meant for their relationship. As he looked up at Sam, he saw the determination in her eyes, and he knew he was no match for her. Tears began to form in his eyes as he felt himself weakening. Sam's fingers were like a gentle vice, guiding his hand towards his mouth. He shook his head, trying to resist, but Sam just nodded hers, her eyes locked onto his. "It's okay, baby," she cooed. "Everything will be alright. Just trust me." With a sob, Greg gave in, his thumb slipping into his mouth. Instantly, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, as if he had finally surrendered to a desire he had been fighting for so long. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement. "You're so good, baby," she whispered. "I'm so proud of you." As Greg sucked his thumb, Sam maneuvered his head into her crotch, her silk bathrobe parting to reveal her nakedness. Greg's eyes widened as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties, and his face burned with embarrassment. Sam's pushed off the couch so he was kneeling in front of her on the floor, her hands guided his head, pushing him into her extremely wet crotch, her pussy pressing against the back of his hand. For minutes, Greg sucked his thumb, his body frozen in a mix of shame and desire. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement. "Do you want to taste it, good boy?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. Greg looked up at her, his eyes sad and tear-filled. He nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Sam's fingers guided his thumb into her vagina, pulling it out and letting him suck again. She repeated this process several times, each time pushing Greg further into his submission. Finally, she let him eat her out, his mouth sucking away at her pussy as she came in a huge orgasm. Greg's face was buried in her crotch, she returned his thumb to his mouth as, as he felt her body shudder with pleasure. When she was done, Sam leaned back, her chest heaving with exertion. "Are you ready for yours, baby?" she asked, her voice seemed to gain new excitement. Greg looked up at her, his eyes still sad, but he nodded. Sam smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. Sam sounding like a child on Christmas morning said, "I bought something for you! I've noticed how you've been deciding to relax, I think this will help you." She pulled out a large white pacifier, an exact replica of a babies binky but bigger, from her pocket, and Greg's eyes widened in shock. "No, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to reject it. But Sam just shook her head and made an "Ssh" sign over her mouth. He looked in awe as she moved the binky down between her legs and pressed the pacifier into her pussy coating it with her juices. She quickly forced it in Greg's mouth. He tried to resist with his lips, but she persisted and cooed, "Be my good boy for me baby. Make me happy seeing you relax." Greg didn't know what to do and finally accepted it with a pouty look. He immediately started sucking the same as his thumb he was now used to. his face red and mind reeling with embarrassment and shame, the familiar taste of her juices calmed him. Sam led him to the bedroom, stripping him down as they went. "My baby seems more excited than ever," she cooed, her eyes glinting with amusement. Greg was ready for intercourse, but instead, Sam went to the closet and pulled out a pair of childish underpants with designs on them. He couldn't believe there was more to this. When had she bought these things? How long had she been planning this? Greg's embarrassment had never been higher, and he felt like he was going to cry looking at the garmet. "I don't want any accidents, baby," Sam said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You need to wear these to protect yourself." "No sam, this is too much" he tried to say from behind the pacifier, weakly attempting to stand. She pushed him back down, readjusting the pacifier and said. "Please baby, you need this, just enjoy yourself." He could tell from her voice how much she wanted him to follow through... he laid back consenting. She couldn't believe it, her heart raced with the realization that he would allow this. Greg's face burned with shame as Sam pulled the underwear up, the fabric feeling different, more padded than normal underwear. He had a new shock realizing that these were like the potty training underwear kids wear, designed for people who can't make it to a toilet. His cheeks turned a darker shade of red. Sam rubbed his crotch, her fingers sending shivers down his spine. "You're such a good boy," she cooed. "I'm so proud of you." It only took seconds for Greg to come in his pants, the sensation of the underwear and Sam's touch sending him over the edge. Sam praised him, her voice whispering words of encouragement as she laid with him, holding him close. Greg feeling extremely tired now, moved to pull out the pacifier. Sam brushed his hand away and spooned with him, she moved her hand up to the binky gently holding it in place. Greg glanced at her realizing he wanted him to keep it in. He was too tired to think through her intentions or put up any fight and his eyelids drooped. As Greg fell asleep, the pacifier still in his mouth, rhythmically sucking, Sam thought about how amazing this felt. She had never felt so in control, so dominant. And as she looked at Greg, she knew that she could go further, push him even deeper into his submission. The question was, how far would he be willing to go?
  6. AB/DL Diaper Bag Packing List Going to your first AB/DL event? Starting your adventure of trying diapers 24/7? A diapered road trip? This article is what I would have liked to know when I started my adventure. This list is what I consider to be the bare necessities. Starting of the list… the diaper bag… it wouldn’t be a diaper bag list if you didn’t have a bag! A standard backpack with three main pouches, and side pockets on either side for a drink or bottle is my ideal bag. I personally have two bags… one for regular public use which is just a black military style pack and one for ABDL events and conventions that is covered in ABDL and other fetish affiliated pins, badges, and patches. Now that we have the bag we need to pack it. Starting off my advice is to pack things in the likelihood that you are going to need them, so I always pack my spare change of clothes. Jeans, shirt, socks, diaper cover in the bottom in the bag in the main pouch. Trust me, you would rather have them and not need them than need them and not have them. Next is diapers and boosters… if the bag has a laptop pouch, I like to put two of each in this section, so they are a quick and easy grab. It is up to you if you need it more or less. I also like to add a pack of diaper disposable bags in the same section of my diapers. Northshore is who I recommend for these. Their packs are small and deodorizing. The last item I place in the main pouch is my diaper changing mat. The mat isn’t always usable in all situations like in a toilet stall, but I like using it over the toilet to place my changing supplies and keeping a barrier between my stuff and a public toilet. (Just make sure you wipe it down with disinfectant wipes when you are done. Moving on from the main pouch of the bag and focusing on the outside of the bag. I always carry my water bottle on my public bag or a bottle or sippy bottle on my dominant hand side of the bag. In the front exterior bag this is where you want to carry your changing supplies, so you are not fishing around looking for them. I recommend investing in small bottles or going the easier route and getting several small travel sized bottles that you can just refill. If diapers are a sexual thing for you and you are planning on being active don’t forget to pack lube and protection! The last thing I always pack in my diaper bag is my noise cancelling headphones, a handheld gaming device, (I like rocking my old 90s Gameboy with Pokémon yellow as a conversation starter at events), a deck of playing cards or a Yugioh deck if I know others will have them, and an activity book and pencils. I hope you find this list and guide helpful to you. This is obviously not the only way to pack your bag or what you may need, but this is a good starting point. Make this check list your own! Happy Padded Life to All – J.p. Diaper Bag Check List o Diapers x2 o Boosters x2 o Changing Mat o Changing Supplies o Powder o Lotion o Baby Oil o Disinfectant wipes o Wipes o Lube o Condoms o Protection o Discreet Disposable bags o Deodorizer o Spare pair of jeans o Socks o Diaper cover o Spare shirt/onesie o Headphones o Gaming device/stimuli o Paci o Bottle Diaper Bag Packing List.pdf
  7. Such a big group! Where is everyone located? Any in Houston? We travel often and always looking for new friends!
  8. Hi everyone, this story is based on an RPG adventure I created. I'm creating an RPG system. I'll talk about it soon, but all the sections I created will be in a document. You can access them at this link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ohfvIm2g2SAu0UVZANYQptS1TVVUxmp7DGG5OtetDfM/edit?usp=sharing As usual, comment on what you think of the story. If you have any knowledge of LitRPG, you can help me. PROLOGUE Arcadia Institute had always been a place shrouded in mystery. Located in a secluded area surrounded by dense forests and mountains, the renowned boarding school was synonymous with academic excellence and strict discipline. It was a competitive place, where every student carried the weight of expectations from powerful parents. But there was something more to Arcadia, something that was never openly spoken about. Stacy was new here. The daughter of successful executives, accustomed to a life of comfort, she had never had to compete for her place before. With her crisp white shirt, red skirt, red vest, and blue tie, she felt uncomfortably out of place. Her friends called her “melted butter,” but she wanted to prove that she was more than that. Maybe Arcadia was the perfect opportunity. On the first day, as Stacy walked into the sunlit classroom, she tried to control her nervousness. “Hi, I’m Stacy, nice to meet you,” she said with a hesitant smile. A few heads looked up; others barely noticed. The first two periods were literature classes, and although Stacy loved the discussions, she was too tense to make conversation with her classmates. The boarding school was impressive, consisting of a spacious cafeteria, single-sex dormitories, a gymnasium, and several modern classrooms. But what really caught her attention were the large outdoor spaces, with perfect gardens and study areas. It was a beautiful place, but it hid something strange. As she walked down the hallway to put away her supplies, Stacy bumped into another student and accidentally spilled her water bottle. "Oh, crap!" the now wet girl exclaimed as she tried to clean her uniform. Before Stacy could apologize, the student gave her a glare and stomped off. In the middle of the incident, another student approached. She was short, with short hair and a mischievous expression. "You really don't know what you've gotten yourself into, do you?" the stranger said. "What do you mean?" Stacy asked, confused. "The girl you got wet... you don't recognize her?" "I have no idea who she is." "Then good luck. Your nightmare is now called Mia," the girl continued, with a nervous laugh. "She loves to abuse authority. She likes to turn girls like you into babies." "Wait... what?" Stacy frowned. "What do you mean 'babies'?" The other student, who introduced herself as Nery, immediately realized she had said too much and quickly walked away. "Turn them into babies? Is this some kind of joke?" Stacy thought. But something was off. In the hallway, she saw a student with a skirt slightly shorter than the standard uniform, revealing something unusual: what looked like... a diaper? And it wasn't just one student. Several girls had the same detail. Stacy shook her head in disbelief. "This can't be serious." Later that day, as she passed the bathroom, she heard voices. Inside, she saw the same girl who had gotten wet trying to dry her uniform with paper towels, furious. "She's going to pay for it," the girl muttered. Stacy heard enough to know that something was about to happen. Later, as she walked through the empty hallways, Mia appeared, blocking her path. With light brown hair and a spotless uniform, Mia looked like something out of a magazine. It was clear that she was the "queen bee" of the place, the center of attention and power. “You must be the new girl, Stacy, right?” Mia said, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Hi, Mia. It seems you already know who I am.” “Sure. I know everything about everyone here. And I know you owe me an apology.” “Why? Because of the water?” Stacy crossed her arms. “It was an accident.” “It doesn’t matter. I make the rules here. Everyone walks as I say.” Mia stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “And if you don’t toe the line, well…” She tilted her head, her eyes predatory. “You’re my baby.” Stacy took a step back, but Mia grabbed her skirt, trying to lift it like a child’s. “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Stacy firmly pushed Mia’s hands away. “You’ve got attitude, I like that. But don’t kid yourself.” Soon, you’ll understand who’s in charge here. Stacy gave her a cold smile and walked away. “Try as you will, Mia. You won’t succeed.” As she walked away, she could feel Mia’s icy gaze on her back. She knew she had just made an enemy. But she also knew something else: Arcadia was much more than a competitive boarding school. There was something dark going on here, and Stacy was determined to find out what it was
  9. We finally have someone who's an advocate for the ABDL and incontinent community Meet the World’s First Adult Diaper Influencer
  10. I’ve been looking for abdls in the Tulsa area to meet. I am a male age 18 and I love to wear diapers. I will do ANYTHING to get diapers. I want to do an abdl meetup in person at some point.
  11. Rachel Meets Baby Jason Jason's heart raced as he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own home. Or, more accurately, a baby in a highchair. The chair's plastic tray was smeared with a concoction that looked suspiciously like pureed peas, and a bib with cartoon animals stared back at him from his chest. This was his punishment for stealing diapers from his baby cousin's stash, a punishment devised by his ever-so-clever stepmother, Lisa. He had thought it was a harmless desire, something that he couldn’t not do, something he didn’t understand. But as he sat there, dressed in a frilly onesie with a giant "I'M THE BABY" emblazoned on the front, he realized the error of his ways. The clacking of high heels grew louder as Lisa's friend approached the room, but it sounded like she wasn’t alone. "Surprise!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she took in the scene. "Oh, Jason, you look so... adorable!" The woman, Rachel, was tall and slender, with auburn hair that fell in waves around her shoulders. She had an air of confidence about her that Jason found both intimidating and alluring. Rachel leaned down, her nose wrinkling slightly at the smell of baby food. "What's the occasion for the little getup?" Lisa, her arms folded across her chest, beamed with pride at her handiwork. "It's all part of his punishment," she explained, gesturing to the bowl of mashed peas. "If he's going to act like a baby, he's going to be treated like one. Isn't that right, sweetie?" She patted Jason's head, her voice sticky with forced affection. Rachel's eyes widened, and she struggled to suppress a laugh. Jason felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Rachel studied him. "Mommy says I have to stay like this until I learn my lesson," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pacifier that filled his mouth. Rachel's laughter finally bubbled over, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, this is too much," she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. "What did you do to deserve this?" Lisa stepped closer to Rachel, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "He stole diapers from his little cousin," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Rachel's laughter grew louder, and she had to lean against the wall for support. "Stealing diapers?" she managed to choke out between giggles. "What on earth for?" Jason's face was now the color of a ripe tomato. He desperately wished he could shrink down to the size of the plastic spoon that rested in the bowl of peas. Lisa egged him on, her hand playfully poking his side. "Go on, tell Rachel why you wanted to try on your cousin's diapers," she said, her tone a mix of mockery and challenge. Jason looked at her pleadingly, his eyes wide with mortification. The last thing he wanted to do was confess his strange curiosity to Rachel, who was now staring at him with a mix of amusement and bewilderment. With a heavy sigh, he mumbled his answer around the pacifier. Rachel leaned in closer to hear, her curiosity piqued. "What's that?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "Speak up, baby," Lisa said, her eyes gleaming. Jason swallowed hard, then took a deep breath and spat out the words. "I... I wanted to see what it felt like," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's laughter grew even louder, and she had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from bursting out. Lisa, however, remained unfazed, her smile never faltering. "Oh, you poor little thing," she cooed, stroking his cheek. "You wanted to be a baby so badly, didn't you?" The tears that had been threatening to spill over finally rolled down Jason's cheeks, and Rachel had to look away to keep from laughing in his face. "Don't worry, baby boy," Lisa continued, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "We're going to make sure you get exactly what you wanted." Rachel nodded in agreement, still giggling. Feeling utterly humiliated, Jason's eyes darted around the room, searching for a way out. But with his limbs secured in the highchair and his mouth filled with the bulky pacifier, he was utterly at their mercy. He knew that any protests or pleas for leniency would only fuel their amusement. So he sat there, his body tense and his mind racing, trying to think of a way to escape this nightmare. "Rachel, why don't you help me give our little baby boy his bottle?" Lisa suggested, holding out a bottle filled with a murky liquid. Rachel took it with a wink, her laughter subsiding to a series of snickers. "But of course," she said, twisting the cap off with a flourish. "Come on, little one, let's see if you can handle this." She approached the highchair, holding the bottle to his lips. Jason clamped his mouth shut around the pacifier, his eyes flashing with defiance. Rachel raised an eyebrow at Lisa, who simply shrugged and said, "Sometimes babies need a little encouragement." Before he could protest, Rachel's finger found the pacifier's strap and yanked it from his mouth. He opened his mouth to argue, but she was too quick. The bottle's rubber nipple was pushed between his teeth, and he had no choice but to take a sip. The taste was sweet and thick, and he realized with horror that it was chocolate milk - his favorite, but now a tool of his torment. Rachel used her friend hand to admire his onesie and bib. "Aw, is baby not happy with his outfit?" Rachel teased, her eyes sparkling as she reached over to poke at his diaper. Jason's cheeks burned even hotter as Rachel's fingers danced over the buttons that held the garment in place. "Let's see what kind of diaper our little man has on, shall we?" Rachel's voice was playful, but Jason could hear the hint of challenge in it. He squirmed in the chair, trying to push her hands away, but she was stronger than he expected. With surprising dexterity, Rachel unbuttoned the onesie, revealing the bulky, babyish diaper that swelled beneath it. "Oh, my goodness," Rachel exclaimed, her eyes widening. "It's not just any diaper, it looks like an oversized Pampers!" Rachel couldn't believe it. The diaper was indeed a massive version of the kind babies wore, complete with the same blue and white branding. "It's like they took a baby diaper and stretched it to fit an adult," she said, her voice filled with wonder. Jason's mortification grew with each passing second as Rachel inspected his diaper, poking and prodding it as if he weren't even there. "It's so... thick," she mused, her voice filled with mirth. "Let's check if it's wet," Lisa suggested with a wink, reaching down to give the diaper a firm pat. Jason's face turned scarlet with humiliation, his body stiffening in the chair. Rachel couldn't resist the urge to join in, her hand also landing on the bulky padding. "He’s dry," she announced with a giggle. "For now," she added, her eyes meeting Jason's in a teasing gaze. The implication was clear; they had every intention of seeing the diaper in action. While Jason continued to suckle on his bottle, Rachel's questions came rapid-fire. "How did this all start?" she asked, her eyes dancing with amusement as she watched him. “You caught him redhanded and then what?” Lisa leaned back against the kitchen counter, her own laughter subsiding to a warm smile. "Well," she began, "I caught him sneaking into his cousin's room. He swore it was just one time, lying to me, because when we got home, I found that he had a whole stash of diapers hidden under his bed." Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "He's been acting out like this for a while, so I figured it was time to give him a taste of his own medicine." "So you just... decided to start treating him like a baby?" Rachel inquired, her voice a mix of incredulity and fascination. "Exactly," Lisa replied, nodding sagely. "He's always wanted to wear them, so I figured, why not let him experience the full package?" Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at the pun, her eyes never leaving Jason's red, teary-eyed face. "What kind of things do you make him do?" she asked, her curiosity growing by the second. Lisa launched into a detailed description of Jason's new regime, her voice filled with pride. "Well, it started with the basics," she said, ticking off the items on her fingers. "He wears diapers 24/7, of course. And we have a strict feeding schedule, mostly baby food and formula." Rachel nodded, her eyes wide as she listened to the extent of Jason's punishment. "But it's not all about the food," Lisa continued. "I started with getting him a diaper bag, he was being a brat at the store about it so I got him a carseat as well.” “Oh my!” Rachel giggled. “A diaper bag, car seat and this highchair… what’s next, a crib?” She laughed some more. “Oh, we have a whole nursery set up for him," Rachel leaned in closer, eager to hear more. “The changing table is necessary for his diaper changes and you should see how cute he is sleeping in his crib.” “What?!” Rachel was flabbergasted “I can’t wait to see it!” "And what about... other baby-related activities?" Rachel's voice was low, her gaze flicking to the bulging diaper and back up to Lisa's face. "Oh, yes," Lisa said with a wink. "Naptime is mandatory. And if he has an accident, well, that's what the diapers are for and for Mommy to change." She paused, watching Rachel's reaction. "But the best part is the little games we play to help him understand his new role. Like peekaboo, and playing with baby toys." Rachel couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image of Jason, a grown man, playing with rattles and teether rings. "So, does he actually use them?" Rachel's eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked the question. "Use them?" Jason's eyes grew wide with horror, realizing what she was getting at. "You mean, like, his diapers and does he go in them?" Rachel nodded, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. "Of course," Lisa said with a smug smile. "It's all part of the experience." Rachel looked at Jason, then back at Lisa. "Does that mean..." Rachel trailed off, her voice filled with anticipation. "Yes," Lisa said, her smile widening. "If baby Jason needs to go potty, he goes in his diaper, just like a real baby." Jason's face contorted in a silent scream as Rachel's eyes lit up. "So, when does he get a diaper change?" Rachel's voice was filled with genuine curiosity. "Whenever he wets or soils himself," Lisa replied, her tone matter-of-fact. Rachel's eyebrows shot up once again. "And you actually change him?" she asked, her voice a mix of incredulity and amusement. “like, you said you did, but what about…” "Of course," Lisa said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "It's all part of the punishment. And let me tell you, it's quite a sight to see him squirm and whine while I clean him up like a little baby." Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes still wide. "Can I watch?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. In that moment, Jason felt a strange warmth spread across his lower body, the realization of his predicament finally sinking in. He had never actually worn a diaper before he spent a few weeks building up his stash, and the sensation was overwhelming. He had always been curious, but now that he was in the thick of it, the reality was much more humiliating than he had ever imagined. The plastic tray of the highchair was sticky with the remnants of his earlier "meal," and the smell of baby food lingered in the air, a constant reminder of his new status in the house. With a dramatic flourish, Lisa unbuckled the highchair's restraints and lifted Jason into the air. "Time for a diaper check," she said in a high-pitched baby voice, causing Rachel to giggle. He kicked his legs in protest, but Lisa held him firmly, her arms strong from years of dealing with unruly toddlers. "Looks like someone had an accident," she said, her voice dripping with fake concern. Rachel gasped in feigned surprise, her eyes never leaving the bulging diaper. "Oh no, baby Jason," she cooed. "It's time for a fresh diaper!" As Rachel watched, Lisa carried him down the hallway to his bedroom, which had been transformed into a nursery. The walls were adorned with babyish cartoons, and a large crib with bars took up most of the space. Rachel followed closely behind, her eyes taking in the sight of Jason's humiliation. The room was equipped with a changing table, complete with baby wipes, powder, and an assortment of colorful diapers. Rachel couldn't believe that this was happening, that she was about to witness a grown man being changed like a baby. Lisa laid Jason down on the changing table, his legs still kicking in protest. She made a tsk-tsk sound as she began to untape the soggy diaper. "Now, now, baby boy," she scolded. "You need to hold still for Mommy." Rachel leaned against the crib, her eyes glued to the spectacle. Jason's face was beet-red with embarrassment as his stepmom's friend watched him being exposed in such a degrading manner. Rachel couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity, but the novelty and absurdity of the situation quickly overwhelmed any empathy. "Wow, Lisa," Rachel said, her voice filled with awe as she scanned the nursery. "You really went all out." She picked up a bottle of diaper rash cream from the changing table and read the label aloud. "For delicate baby skin. I can't imagine what you'd need this for." Rachel's laughter was light and airy, bouncing off the pastel walls. Lisa smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she pulled out a pack of oversized baby wipes. "These are for when he's extra messy," she explained, her voice filled with the same playfulness that had been present since Rachel's arrival. Rachel's gaze took in the crib, the mobile hanging above it playing a lullaby, and the plush toys scattered on the floor. "It's like you had him a baby shower and got most things you need," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. A wicked glint appeared in Lisa's eyes. "You know," she said, her tone growing more serious, "that's not a bad idea." Rachel's eyes lit up, catching on to her friend's train of thought. "A baby shower," Rachel murmured, a smirk playing on her lips as she picked up a pastel blue streamer. "For baby Jason." "Exactly!" Lisa clapped her hands together. "We can invite all of our friends over, and they can see for themselves what a little stinker he's been." Rachel nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "We'll have games," Lisa continued, her voice rising with excitement. "Like pin the tail on the donkey, but with a twist - pin the diaper on the baby!" Rachel couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation growing more apparent. They spent the next few minutes brainstorming, their voices bouncing off the nursery walls. "We could have a guess-how-many-pacifiers guessing game," Rachel suggested, holding up a jar filled with something unidentifiable. "Or better yet, a diaper-changing relay!" Lisa's laugh was like a peal of bells, her eyes shining with mischief. "Oh, and don't forget the baby food taste test," she added. Rachel nodded eagerly, her mind racing with the delicious prospect of watching Jason squirm. "But the pièce de résistance," Lisa said, her eyes gleaming, "will be the grand finale." Rachel leaned in, eager to hear the details. "We'll have a baby beauty pageant," she announced. "With Jason as the star contestant." Rachel gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle another laugh. "He'll have to strut his stuff in the most ridiculous baby outfits we can find," Lisa went on, her imagination clearly in overdrive. "And the grand finale?" Rachel prompted. "The grand finale," Lisa said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "will be the honor baby Jason smashing his birthday cake in front of all of the guests!" Rachel's laughter echoed through the room as the two women shared a look of pure delight. The idea was absurd, humiliating, and absolutely perfect for teaching Jason a lesson he'd never forget. But as they continued to plan the ultimate baby shower-themed punishment, Jason lay on the changing table, his diaper open and his dignity in tatters. He knew that no matter how much he protested or begged, there was no escaping this new reality. The high-pitched giggles of Rachel and the smug satisfaction of Lisa were the only sounds that filled his world, a constant reminder that he was now, for all intents and purposes, their baby to care for - and to torment - as they saw fit. And as they chattered away, discussing the most embarrassing possible scenarios for his upcoming shower, Jason couldn't help but whimper softly, his eyes wide with shock. "Ah, ah, ah," Lisa scolded, her voice still playfully sweet. "What's the matter, baby? Can't handle the excitement?" Rachel stepped closer, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Maybe you need your pacifier back," she suggested, her smile filled with mock concern. Before he could even try to protest, Rachel's nimble fingers had plucked the pacifier from the nearby shelf, popping it into his mouth. The rubbery object filled his mouth, muffling any sound he might make, leaving him looking even more like the baby they had turned him into. With the two of them standing over him, Jason felt utterly powerless, his body exposed and vulnerable. Rachel took one of the oversized baby wipes from the package and began to gently wipe his skin clean, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the humiliating situation. "Look at baby Jason," Rachel cooed, her voice filled with forced innocence. "Isn't he just the cutest little thing?" Lisa cooed, snapping a photo with her phone, which she had propped up against the wall. The flash went off, blinding Jason momentarily and capturing his embarrassment for eternity. "Peekaboo!" Rachel said, playfully covering her face with a wipe before peeking out again. "Where's baby Jason?" She leaned over him, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she slowly removed the dirty diaper. The cold air of the room hit his bare skin, making him shiver. Rachel leaned in closer, her eyes locked on his. "There you are!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and babyish. Despite his mortification, Jason couldn't help but feel a strange sense of submission to the role they had cast him in. Lisa chuckled from the corner of the room, watching the scene unfold. She picked up a jar of baby powder and began to shake it over him, the fine white dust cascading down like a gentle snowfall. Rachel giggled as she helped to spread it over his skin, the two of them working in unison like a pair of twisted nurses attending to a very unwilling patient. The feeling of the powder against his skin was foreign and uncomfortable, but Jason found himself oddly aroused by the sensation. He couldn't believe that something so degrading could stir feelings of excitement within him. As Rachel continued to clean him up, Jason's mind raced with thoughts of his friends finding out about his new role. The very idea of their reactions was enough to make him cringe, and yet, a part of him felt a strange thrill at the thought of being the center of attention. The diaper change was thorough, with Rachel paying special attention to every crevice and fold, her touch lingering in places it shouldn't. Despite his best efforts to think of something, anything else, Jason felt his body betray him as he began to grow hard. He squirmed under Rachel's gaze, trying to hide his growing arousal with a look of feigned indifference. Rachel's eyes danced with amusement as she noticed his discomfort. "Someone's a little excited, aren't they?" she teased, her voice sugary sweet. Lisa looked over from her spot by the door, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. "You'd better not be enjoying this," she scolded, but the glint in her eye suggested she knew full well that he was. The idea came to Rachel like a bolt of lightning. "Hey, Lisa," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Wouldn't it be hilarious if we had him do, you know, other… baby things?" Lisa was a bit surprised by Rachel’s vague suggestion, “What do you mean?” “Well,” Rachel said, a bit flustered, “do you ever bounce him on your knee, like, you know, when he’s ‘excited’?” Lisa's eyes lit up with understanding. "Oh, Rachel," she said, shaking her head. "You're a genius." She turned to Jason, her smile wicked. "You like being a baby so much, huh?" She leaned closer to him, her voice a sweet, syrupy whisper. "Why don't you sit on Rachel's lap and bounce like a good little boy?" Jason's face grew hot with a mix of anger and arousal. Rachel looked at him with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with excitement. He knew she could see the bulge in his diaper, and the thought of her knowing his secret filled him with a strange mix of dread and pleasure. Rachel sat down in the rocking chair that had been placed in the corner of the nursery, her arms outstretched. "Come on, baby," she cooed. "Bounce on Aunt Rachel's knee." Reluctantly, Jason climbed off the changing table, the diaper still gaping open. He shuffled over to Rachel, his legs awkwardly trying to walk in the bulky garment. Rachel took his arms and pulled him down onto her knee, his legs straddling her thigh. He could feel the heat from her body through the thick padding of his diaper, and it only made his situation more unbearable. Rachel began to bounce him gently, her movements sending shockwaves through his body. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but his body responded in ways he couldn't control. Lisa circled around them, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Rachel's teasing. "Looks like baby Jason loves his fresh diaper," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Rachel nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, he's such a good boy," Rachel said, her eyes never leaving Jason's. "Aren't you, baby?" Jason's eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet their gazes. The pacifier bobbed in his mouth as he nodded slightly. "You're not even fighting it," Rachel pointed out, her voice filled with delight. "It's like you really want to be a baby." Lisa stepped closer, her hands on her hips. "Is that true, Jason?" she asked, her voice a syrupy sweet taunt. "Do you love wearing diapers?" Rachel's gentle bounces grew a little more exaggerated, and Jason felt his cheeks burn even hotter. He tried to shake his head, but Rachel's firm grip on his arms kept him in place as he went up and down. "Wa wa," he mumbled, the words barely audible through the pacifier. Rachel's eyes lit up. "Does that mean no?" she asked, her voice a playful sing-song. "Or maybe it means yes?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Say it," she whispered. "Tell us you love your diapers." Lisa watched with a smirk, her arms folded over her chest. "Come on, Jason," she coaxed, her voice a blend of mock sweetness and firm authority. "Use your baby voice. Tell us how much you enjoy being in diapers." Rachel's grip tightened, her bounces becoming more deliberate, sending Jason's body jolting up and down. The pressure on his crotch was unbearable, and the humiliation was almost too much to take. Jason whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. Rachel leaned in, her voice a gentle whisper in his ear. "Say it, baby," she urged. "Tell us how much you love your diaper." He felt his face scrunch up, his cheeks burning as he tried to resist the urge to give in. But the feeling was too intense, his body betraying him. With a pathetic, muffled "wa wa," he nodded again. Rachel's eyes widened with victory, and she squealed with delight. "Did you hear that, Lisa?" Rachel exclaimed. "He loves his diapers!" Lisa's smile grew even wider as she stepped closer, her hand reaching out to pat his head. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. Rachel's bouncing grew more vigorous, her laughter filling the room as Jason squirmed in her grasp. He felt his body reacting more than ever before, and the realization of his own enjoyment only served to increase his humiliation. "Look how much he loves it," Rachel said, her voice filled with a strange mix of pity and excitement. "It's like he's in baby heaven." She leaned back in the chair, her eyes locked on Jason's, watching his reaction as she continued to bounce him. His eyes grew glassy, his breath hitching as he tried to hold back his own moans of pleasure. Rachel's grip on him tightened, her fingers digging into his thighs as she rocked him faster and faster. "Say it again," she urged. "Tell us how much you love being our little baby." Jason's cheeks were scarlet, his eyes pleading for them to stop. But Rachel's playful taunts were too much to resist. He opened his mouth, the pacifier slipping out slightly. "I love diapers," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Rachel's laughter grew louder, her grip on him tightening even further. "Say it louder," she encouraged, her eyes sparkling. "Let everyone hear you." With a tremble in his voice, Jason repeated his confession, this time with more conviction. "I love diapers! I love being a baby!" Rachel squealed with joy, her hands clapping together as if he had said the most adorable thing she had ever heard. "Oh, baby Jason," she cooed, her voice filled with mock affection. "You're such a good boy for telling us." Lisa stepped closer, her hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "See, Rachel," she said with a knowing smile. "I told you he'd come around." Her words had barely left her mouth when Jason felt it - the most intense wave of pleasure he had ever experienced. His body spasmed in Rachel's arms, his eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm ripped through him. Rachel's eyes went wide, her bouncing coming to a sudden halt as she realized what was happening. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and awe. "He's actually coming in his diaper." Lisa's laugh grew even louder, a wicked cackle that seemed to echo through the nursery. "See?" she exclaimed, her hand coming down to give Jason's diaper-covered bottom a playful smack. "I told you he'd “come” around." Rachel couldn't believe her eyes as she watched Jason's body shudder with pleasure. She had never seen anything quite so absurd - or arousing - in all her life. Her own thoughts were racing, trying to ignore the sudden warmth that had pooled between her legs. Rachel felt a bead of sweat trickle down her neck as she held him, his body still quivering from the climax she had unwittingly induced. She knew it was wrong to find this situation exciting, but something about the power dynamics, the sheer absurdity of it all, was turning her on more than she cared to admit. Rachel's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, a strange cocktail of arousal and pity. But before she could process the implications of what had just happened, Lisa's voice cut through the air, her laughter subsiding into a knowing chuckle. "Well, Rachel," she said, patting Jason's diapered bottom with a firm hand, "it seems like you're a natural at this." Rachel felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes darting to meet Lisa's, which were gleaming with amusement. "Why don't you go grab him a bottle?" she suggested, nodding toward the plastic playpen that held an assortment of baby paraphernalia. "It's almost naptime, and baby Jason needs his milk." Rachel took a moment to compose herself before rising from the rocking chair, her legs feeling a bit wobbly. She walked over to the playpen and picked out a bottle with a cartoon character on the front, her hands shaking slightly as she unscrewed the top and filled it with formula. She knew that the sight of him drinking from a bottle would be almost too much to handle, but she was committed to this twisted game. "Here you go, baby Jason," Rachel said with a smirk, handing him the bottle. Jason's face was still flushed from his orgasm, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Rachel watched as he took the bottle, his mouth forming an 'o' around the rubbery nipple. He took a tentative sip, the formula cool against his parched throat. Rachel and Lisa both giggled as they watched him, feeling a strange sense of power as they reduced him to this helpless, baby-like state. As the minutes ticked by, Jason's eyes grew heavy. The warmth of Rachel's body, the gentle sway of her movements, and the comfort of the pacifier in his mouth all lulled him into a doze. Rachel felt his body go slack against hers, the bottle slipping from his grasp. She glanced over at Lisa, who nodded with a knowing smile. They had done it. They had broken him. Rachel felt a strange sense of pride at the sight of him, so utterly dependent on them, so thoroughly humiliated. They carefully stood up, Jason's limp form still straddling Rachel's leg. His eyelids fluttered open briefly before closing again, his breathing even and deep. "Let's put baby to bed," Lisa whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. Rachel nodded, her heart racing with excitement. They had won. They walked over to the crib, Rachel supporting him under his arms while Lisa patted his diapered bottom to encourage him to wake up enough to climb in. "Come on, baby boy," she cooed, her voice a sweet symphony of mockery. "It's time for your nap in your crib." With a sleepy groan, Jason opened his eyes and took in the sight of the bars being pulled up around him. Rachel watched with a mix of fascination and revulsion as Lisa tucked him in, pulling the blankets up to his chin and placing the pacifier back between his lips. He looked so small, so helpless, swaddled in the crib. Rachel felt a strange thrill at the power they held over him, the ability to reduce him to this state with nothing more than a few well-placed words and a bit of embarrassment. "So," Rachel said, her voice low and conspiratorial as they stepped out of the nursery. "Are you actually serious about the baby shower?" Lisa's eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned against the door frame, watching Jason's chest rise and fall with the rhythm of his baby-like snores. "As a heart attack," she said with a wink. "It'll be the talk of the town." Rachel's laughter bubbled up, a delightful sound that filled the hallway. "Oh, the looks on everyone's faces when they see him like the baby he truly is." She gestured towards the crib with the diapered prize inside. The two women stepped into the living room, leaving the door to the nursery open a crack so they could still hear his muffled noises. "But seriously," Rachel said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you're not just going to keep him like this forever, right?" Lisa's smile didn't waver. "Well, not forever," she conceded. "But for as long as he needs to learn his lesson." Rachel nodded, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "And it's not like it's all bad," she added, her eyes glancing towards the crib again. "It's kind of... fun." "Let's get planning, then." Rachel mischievously smiled.
  12. Intro: This story is about Madeline and Margot's mother, Margot a teenager the size of a child when she is suspended from school and sent to a nursery, but this story is much bigger than that. One of the best stories I've written, it's lost in an account that I lost. I found a copy and improved it. Enjoy. Note author: I am very happy to post this story, it is very special to me. Quick notices, criticisms welcome, questions. My English has improved a little but it is not good because it is not my mother tongue. Can you give me advice on where to improve? Chapter 01 - Not Everything is Forever Madeline gripped the steering wheel tightly as the car's speedometer ticked at a dangerous speed. Her face was serious, but anger and concern were mixed in her eyes. She muttered as she swerved past other cars. "Get out of the way!" she said impatiently. She pulled away abruptly from the chaotic traffic as soon as she saw the gates of Belmonte School. The imposing building of modern architecture, with its elegant lines and sophisticated details, reflected the prestige of a place destined for the elite. The main entrance boasted a white stone path flanked by impeccable gardens. Madeline parked abruptly and jumped out of the car. Her shoes echoed on the shiny floor as she walked through the wide corridors of the school, surrounded by yellow, red and silver lockers, which gave a vibrant air to the environment. She quickened her pace, ignoring the curious looks of the students who passed by. When she reached the waiting bench outside the director’s office, she sat down with a heavy sigh. Despite what she considered to be a basic outfit—dress pants and a black blazer—Madeline exuded an imposing presence. Her years in the FBI had taught her that plain appearances often masked inner strength. Suddenly, the director’s door opened, and a short, elegant woman strode out with a sigh. Her elegant clothes and proud posture bespoke her social standing. Suddenly, the principal’s door opened, and a short, elegant woman came out with a huff. Her elegant clothes and haughty posture betrayed her social status. “Do something, Shepard!” the woman ordered before disappearing down the hallway. Madeline recognized her immediately. “Elizabeth…” she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. She didn’t have much time to process the scene, because Principal Shepard, a short, somewhat overweight man with disheveled hair, appeared in the doorway. "Come in, Ms. Madeline." Madeline stood and walked into the room. The room was well-appointed but stuffy, with a dark wooden table in the center. Shepard gestured for her to sit, but she remained standing, crossing her arms. "Hello, why did you ask me here?" she asked bluntly. Shepard looked uncomfortable, shuffling the papers in front of her as if trying to summon the courage to speak. "Something about your daughter, Margot. She got into a fight with another student... Ms. Elizabeth's daughter, to be more specific." Madeline arched an eyebrow but remained silent. Shepard continued: "The situation is serious, and... well... considering the circumstances, I will need to take severe action. I am considering expelling her." The words made Madeline's blood boil, but she kept her cool. "Have you heard my daughter's side?" she asked firmly. Shepard swallowed hard. "You see, I haven't had time yet..." Madeline took a step forward, her eyes shining with authority. "What do you mean you want to expel her without hearing what she has to say? Do you think I look stupid?" Shepard choked, clearly intimidated. "Madam Madeline, I..." "Then let me speak to her now." Her voice was a command, not a suggestion. Shepard sighed in defeat and left the room to fetch Margot. Madeline drummed her fingers on her leg and tapped her feet on the floor, an old habit that betrayed her anxiety. Despite her controlled posture, her mind was in turmoil. She knew the behind-the-scenes of that school well. The impeccable facade hid a constant power game, where money and influence were the only currencies that mattered. Shepard, the headmaster himself, was a living example of this. He was manipulated by anyone with enough resources, and Elizabeth had more than enough to ensure that things always went her way. When the door opened, Madeline looked up. Margot entered the room with slow steps, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. Despite that, her daughter was beautiful, with her straight blond hair falling over her shoulders and a face that exuded sweetness. Margot was 14 years old, but her petite frame made her seem much younger. Before Madeline could even say anything, Margot ran to hug her, burying her face in her mother's blazer. "I'm sorry, Mom... I didn't mean to come to this." Her voice was weak, but full of guilt. Madeline grabbed her daughter's shoulders and leaned in to look into her eyes. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked, using the affectionate nickname that always made her feel safe. Margot took a deep breath, struggling to keep her voice steady. "Well... my friends and I have been getting bullied by Amelia for a long time. She mistreats everyone, especially my friends, and I couldn't take it anymore. I had to fix it." Madeline blinked in surprise, but held back her initial reaction. "Sweetie, I know it was hard, but solving this with violence isn't the right way. You could have come to me or the principal." Margot lowered her head, clenching her fists in anger. "What would be the point? Shepard is bought!" Madeline was silent for a moment. She knew well the kind of game that was going on here, but hearing it from her own daughter brought a different weight. "Margot... why do you think that?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity. Margot looked up, determined. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly unlocked it. "Because I proved it. Look at this." She showed the screen to Madeline, who carefully read the email exchange between Shepard and Elizabeth. The director had been paid $500 to hush up an incident involving Amelia. Madeline pressed her lips together, holding back the explosion of anger that threatened to escape. "This is serious." She handed the phone back, taking a deep breath. "But... how did you manage to do this?" Margot hesitated, but soon answered with a slight smile. "Auntie taught me some tricks." Madeline frowned. She knew exactly who Margot was referring to: her sister, an experienced hacker who loved to teach her niece her "arts." That was something to deal with later. "Margot, this is serious. It's important evidence, but people are going to need more than an email to believe it." Margot nodded, as if she had been expecting that question. "I have something else, Mom." She swiped to the next file on her phone and opened a video from the school's security camera. Madeline watched with increasing attention. In the video, Amelia was seen pushing one of Margot's friends against the lockers, laughing and throwing water at her while saying, "Look, the baby's wet!" Other girls laughed in the background, while Amelia continued to mock the girl, who tried unsuccessfully to compose herself. Madeline felt her blood boil. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to keep herself in check. When she opened them again, her expression was pure ice. "Shepard will listen to me now." She put Margot's phone in her bag and held her daughter's hand. "Stay here, sweetie. This will be taken care of." Madeline stared at Shepard, her piercing gaze making the man sweat under the fluorescent lighting of the room. He tried to maintain his composure, but his hands shook slightly as he held a glass of water. "Well, let's get this out of the way," Shepard began, his tone uncertain. "I didn't want to kick your daughter out, but..." "But what, exactly?" Madeline interrupted, leaning forward slightly, her voice cold as steel. "How do you intend to justify expelling my daughter when your school is the scene of systematic bullying and active complicity?" Shepard swallowed, trying to hide her discomfort. "I don't know what you're talking about." Madeline smiled, but it was a sharp smile, without any trace of humor. She pulled her cell phone from her bag and opened the video. "You don't know? Then let me refresh your memory." She pressed play, and the room fell silent as the video showed Amelia shoving and mocking Margot's friend. The humiliation was evident, and Shepard looked away, uncomfortable. "Now," Madeline said, pausing the video, "no hushing up this case. No excuses. No bribes." Shepard began to sweat even more. "Look... I... I'm going to take this case to the board." Madeline arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Are you going to take it to the council? Why don't you just say you intend to hush it up? Wouldn't that be easier?" Shepard stood up, visibly shaken, and took a sip of water. "I... I'm going to take this to the state council. We'll sort it out there." Madeline tilted her head, watching him like a predator sizing up its prey. "Good. Because if you don't, I will. And you know damn well my version of the facts will be more convincing." Shepard nodded nervously, his voice almost cracking. "I'll be there. But..." He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, trying to regain some control. "Your daughter is suspended. And I don't want to see her here until further notice. Now, please leave." Madeline stared at him for a moment longer, her hands tightly clenched into fists. But she knew the damage was done. Shepard was cornered, and the next move would be hers. "Very well. See you soon, Shepard." She walked out of the room with firm steps and found Margot waiting on the aisle seat. The girl stood up immediately, but her worried expression was quickly replaced by curiosity when she saw her mother's expression. "Come on, sweetie," Madeline said, holding out her hand to Margot. In the car, Madeline took a deep breath before explaining. "You're suspended, Margot. Shepard wants to use that as an excuse while he tries to protect his own skin." Margot huffed, crossing her arms. "I get suspended, and Amelia gets to go free? That's not fair!" Madeline placed a hand on the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the leather. "I know it's not fair. But trust me, sweetie. It's not going to stay that way." The rest of the drive was silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts. When they arrived home, Margot got out of the car without another word, quickly climbing the stairs to her room and slamming the door behind her. Madeline sat in the car for a few moments, her head resting against the back of the seat. This case went far beyond Margot. The school was a bomb of trouble waiting to explode, and if Shepard thought he could escape it, he seriously underestimated who he was dealing with.
  13. As with my other articles, I have attached the PDF document with pictures to this article. Let me know if you have any questions Building an AB/DL Crib This is my AB/DL crib build. A few things I want to address before I go forward because I have gotten feedback on some of some of my other designs from individuals that do not seem to understand what my designs are intended to be… I have created a design the requires the bare minimum knowledge, skills, and tools and I am releasing all my designs completely free. If you have opinions of how to make it better or things you do not like about the design, then I suggest you design your own nursery furniture set and give it away to the community as I have. I have a full woodshop and space and can design something far more complicated with joinery, engravings, etc. But that is not the intention of my work or these designs. This is so any ABDL with $500 - $750 can build a crib of their own. So please understand that and be respectful. Now, with that out of the way, this crib features a swinging gate rather than the slide rail. Although there are several ways to accomplish a lift up gate design when I did my original research on the crib I looked into and talked to several other AB/DL that I knew have cribs and there were several struggles with it for all of them and although I know I could engineer a design that would work the cost and difficulty of the build would go up in that sort of implementation, which defeats the whole point of making this crib design simple and as uncomplicated as possible. I personally have built this crib in a twin size, double size and in a queen size. I have a friend that also built her crib entirely on my design off just pictures and my CapCon presentation, so this is very doable. The crib utilizes a steel curtain bedframe that costs on average $200 from amazon and is rated for 700 lbs. You will not need to modify the frame, so the integrity is 700 lbs., and the completed rails weigh less than 70 lbs. Another benefit of this crib design is that it is fourteen inches off the ground, which is perfectly suited for storing packs of diapers underneath the crib. I also personally used to underbed Rubbermaid tubs, one for loose diapers and the other is used for booster packs. Installed under glow LED lights both above and below the crib and I hung a TV inside the crib on the footer with a Nintendo switch hooked up as well. The lumber I used for this build was simple construction lumber from Home Depot. I own a planer and so I ran all the wood through the planer to keep the costs to a minimum, but friends who have built this design substituted lumber from alternative sources that was of nicer quality that did not require that step. All of that is not necessary, but they are options you could implement if you decide to build the crib. That being said… on to the build! Note: Although the bedframe advertises that a box spring is not needed to achieve the proper crib height, I highly recommend investing in a box spring. I thrifted for one myself. Parts List · Bed Frame file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image004.jpg Amazon.com: ZINUS Patricia Black Metal Canopy Platform Bed Frame, Mattress Foundation with Steel Slat Support, No Box Spring Needed, Easy Assembly, Full : Everything Else · 52 x 1x2 8-foot pine strip (Rails and Gate) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image006.jpg · 12 x 1x4 8-foot pine strip corners and bottom base boards) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image008.jpg · 2 x 2x3 8-foot pine strip (Width top rails) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image010.jpg · 2 x 1x1 8-foot pine strip (Long Top rails) Hardware · 100 x 3/4 in wood working screws. · 100 x 1 in wood working screws. · 100 x 1 1/4 in wood working screws. · 12 x 3-inch corner brace (These are used to hold the crib rails to the bed frame) · Utility Pull handle (Gate handle) · 3 x 3 in narrow utility hinge (For gate) · Locking gate clasp (My crib is lockable but there are a variety of options to secure the gate closed) · 4 x 2 in corner brace (Used to strengthen the gate frame) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image012.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image014.jpg (Above samples of some of the hardware I used to build the crib. I did not use everything pictured but I did list everything that I used) Tools Required · Saw · Drill · Phillips head drive bit · 1/4-inch counter sunk bit (These are great for predrilling holes that will counter sink for the screws. · Measuring tape · Cloth measuring tape. · Several spring clamps in varying sizes (I purchased a lot at harbor fright Recommend at least eight of the largest size and 6 - 8 of the medium size. The more you have the easier some of this is) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image016.jpg For this build I cannot give direct measurements for cuts because I do not know what size crib you will being, and I did not keep records when I built two of the three cribs. But the build is very straight forward. (Important: You should pre-drill and countersink every single screw. Also, it is especially important to make sure you do not over drive or screw and make sure you select the appropriately sized screw, so it does not come out the other side. I believe on average the shorter screws work best on the lower rails and the longer screws work best on the upper rails, but that is something you will need to access and decide on as you are working. Step 1. Build the bed frame All your measurements will need to go off the bedframe, so the first step is to build the bedframe. I recommend not installing the mattress slats as it will make moving around in the crib easier. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image018.jpg Step 2. Building the top rails Cut the 2 2x3 boards so that they run the full length above the Header and footer of the frame. They need to be flushed against the metal so the rails can connect. Next measure the distance length wise between the header and footer and then cut the 2 1x1 boards so that the entire top of the crib has the four boards sitting atop of the upper rails. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image020.jpg Step 3. Cutting the Lower rails Using four of the 1x4 boards you need to cut lower boards for the header, footer and lengthwise. These boards should be inside of the corners and flush against the bottom rails. Use the medium clamps to secure them in place. (Note: The Header is shorter I placed the board on the second rail from the bottom as pictured below) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image022.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image024.jpg Step 4. Cutting and Enclosing the Crib frames Using eight of the 1x4 boards you need to measure from the top rail down to the bottom rails and cut the boards. Next, I suggest using clamps and doing one side at a time you are going to create a “Picture Frame” by screwing the side boards to the upper and lowers. Repeat this on all four sides. See pictures below for examples. (Note: See in the photo below of how the two corners meet. This is important to do the same) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image026.jpg file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image028.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image030.jpg Step 5. The Rails Now the fun begins! First you need to decide where you want to place the gate. So, you need to know which side of the crib will be against a wall etc. and make sure the there will not be obstacles stopping the gate from swinging open. Once that is decided I recommend doing the Header, Footer and then the Lengthwise not gate side rails first. This process is repeated so it is not too technical. First, cut the rails so that they will extend the length from the top rail to the bottom. (Remember: The Header is shorter so do not cut all your rails to the header length) I personally hate math and did not try and figure out the perfect spacing to make them all exactly equal. What I did and recommend if you do not want to do that either is to find the exact center and your will start by placing one rail directly in the middle. Then using the cloth measuring tape you will measure four inches from the end of the middle and place a rail. Repeat that step until there is less than 8 inches from the end and place that final rail in the middle. Depending on the size of the crib you are building, that spacing will be roughly 3+ inches and is not very noticeable and will look like a feature. I am going off memory, but I believe the queen and Double crib sizes have the same number of rails on each side nine on the header and footer and thirteen on the non-gate side. The length side is the same process as the header and footer… just longer. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image032.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image034.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image036.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image038.jpg Step 6. Rails on the Gate Side As mentioned in Step 5 you need to know what side you want the crib gate to open. In this example the gate is on the left side and swings open to the right. This is something you will have to figure out for yourself but is not too complicated. How I started the gate side is exactly how I did all the other rail sides. I first found the middle and I installed a rail in that spot. I then installed rails on the non-opening side. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image040.jpg Step 7: Installing the Gate Hinge file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image042.jpgTaking one of 1x2 rail pieces you need to place them perpendicular to the middle rail. This rail should be cut short so that it is under the top rail (Note: See in the image the example. Figure out where you want the three hinges to be. I personally cut and recessed my hinges. Some hinges do not need to be done this way, but I thought it looked better doing it that way.) Place your hinges and cut an Identical rail to match up to the opposite side of the hinge, but do not secure it. Step 8: Completing the Gate A way to make creating the gate easy is to first figure out the length of the upper and lower of the gate and cut those two pieces. Then using the clamps and measuring tape, measure out four inches and secure the first rail of the gate, then the second, third etc. This will give the gate rigidity for you to use the four corner braces to finish off the gate. Using a scrap piece of rail place the piece at the end on top of the 1x4 corner piece so that the gate can rest flush. On this piece install your gate lock or latch. Install the gate handle at the end of the gate. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image044.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image046.jpg file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image048.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image050.jpg file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image052.jpg Step 9: Stain or Paint At this point you should have four completed crib sides. Take each side off, sand, prime or prep, and either paint or stain the rails as to the look you prefer. I personally think stain is easier and looks nicer, but I have friends that painted their cribs as well. (Note: If you do decide to stain make sure you add a protective coat of Polyurethane or some other finish) Step 10: Final installation file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image054.jpgI recommend putting the box spring and mattress on the bed frame before you even begin to put on the rails for the last time, but you can technically wait until putting on one lengthwise rail. Once you have all four rails on you are going to use the twelve 4-inch corner braces. I just eyeballed their placement, but there will be three on each corner. One at the top, middle, and bottom. These braces will effectively hold the four sides in place and the top bars, thanks to gravity, will keep everything secure. I hope you found these crib building instructions helpful and straightforward. Below are several other examples of buildings by me and my friends. If you have any questions, please message me on my socials or through my email at babyleprechauncreations@gmail.com file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image056.jpg file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image058.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image060.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image062.jpg Building an ABDL Crib.pdf
  14. Part 1 I can’t say I was in a bright point of my life, literally or figuratively. The perpetual darkness of third shift work coupled with the lackluster performance in my freshman year of college and losing my girlfriend of two years only a month before had sent me down a spiral of depression that I wasn’t certain would have an achievable recovery. I thought when I graduated from high school that I’d had life all figured out. I would take the job working the night shift at the airport for a few years, then go on to become a hot-shot business man or advertising executive. The airport would provide me with free tuition to the university a few hours from my home town, and the degree would get me the rest of the way. I guess to tell you a little bit about myself... I’m Adam Stafford. I’m the youngest child of Dennis and Joanne Stafford, and brother to Megan. I grew up in a small community that kept me sheltered from just about everything not small-town or Jesus-y. My Dad is a pilot for United Airlines, my Mom an executive for the local hospital. They divorced my sophomore year of highschool in a very messy battle, and pretty much alienated everyone in the family from each other. We’ve all gone our own ways, really only communicating for weddings, funerals, birthdays, or normal holidays. Don’t feel bad, it really is better this way. I had a pretty good childhood, no major complaints. I was always outgoing as a kid, knowing that a sharp wit and self-deprecating humor would remove any ammo that any school bullies would seek to leverage. Not to be arrogant, but I was a cute kid. Unfortunately for me, the cuteness never really went anywhere. I never hit that magical growth spurt that would cause me to tower above my friends, dunk a ball, or set records of the track. I currently stand a slightly below average height of 5’6”. I also never seemed to experience the flood of testosterone that would sculpt my body like a Greek god either. I guess I just stayed cute and youthful when everyone else became handsome and matured. But, like I said, I was never really picked on, so I didn’t mind my height or looks. I was moderately popular by highschool, usually being known as the smart-ass class clown. I had no trouble maintaining a 4.0 grade point average while also cutting jokes constantly. My humor and confidence opened up doors for me. I was nominated to prom court my Junior year, and also started dating a beautiful girl named Sarah. She was a grade younger than I was and came from a well-respected family not far from mine. As my perverted uncle Nick would say “That girl comes from good stock.” She and I dated all through my senior year, never really had any fights, and my parents adored her and hers adored me. We were voted “Most Likely to Stay Together” by the yearbook committee and happily danced in the spotlight as homecoming king and queen... a real shocker since I didn’t play football. Sarah was heart-broken when I decided to move for school. She had known it was my intent, but I think she assumed I would change my mind because we were dating. I had considered staying a time or two, but with the still fresh divorce of my parents and my sister moving away to California for school, I knew I couldn’t stay in small-town America for much longer. After the initial shock wore off, we made the plan together that she would move in with me after she graduated and we would attend college together, live together, and live up to the expectations of the yearbook committee. My job, coupled with free tuition would allow us to get an apartment together and, down the road, we’d both graduate. We’d start a family, be rich and successful, and have a marriage so happy that our grandkids would tell their children about. It was that simple, and it all laid out perfectly. She and I did everything together while we dated. I loved it at the time, but later realized that the friends I had prior to us dating all seemed to have move on. I didn’t have any core friends anymore, she consumed my every waking moment. I don’t think she was trying to cause a falling out, I think she was just so in love with the thought of being in love that she couldn’t let go. Sarah and I were both each other’s first for just about everything. We awkwardly explored our raging teenage hormones not long after we started dating, both trying to build the courage to take things just a little bit further each opportunity we had. I can vividly remember the look on Sarah’s face when she touched my cock for the first time. It was over my shorts, but I could tell she tried to play it off like an accident as her hand slowly rubbed on my thigh. Of course having zero experience and a beautiful girl rub her hands on me caused some tenting to happen rather quickly. She noticed. It was the first touch that shot electricity through my body as we laid cuddled up on the chair in the den of her parents upscale country-chic home, a blanket covering our still-clothed bodies. She moved her hand away quickly at first contact. I could see her face from the corner of my eye, flushed with excitement, very lightly nibbling on her lower lip with nerves. After a few seconds, I felt her hand begin to creep back up. I heard her sigh audibly as she very carefully laid her hand on my now fully erect dick. I could see the faintest smile form on her face as she crossed the hurdle. Both of us were too afraid to do much else, but she did very gently rub for a moment before we heard the garage door open, signaling that our alone time was at an end. From that day on, we both pushed the envelope just a bit more. I took advantage of days she would wear skirts to school and use the ease of access to fondle her anytime we had some privacy. I’m happy to say that I was her first non-self-induced orgasm, right there under that same blanket on that same chair. I can remember hearing her try and stifle her moans, no doubt fearful of waking her parents directly above us in their bedroom. It nearly sent me over the edge as well when she sucked my fingers clean right after. One evening while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary, Sarah excused herself to the restroom in the middle of ‘The Goonies’ and emerged wearing only her baby blue thong and matching bra, her hair tied up with a white lace ribbon. She approached me, my jaw now slack from the beauty I was witnessing, and yanked the blanket from my lap. She settled in on her knees in front of me trying to appear confident and sexy, but I could see her trembling from nerves. I could tell how big of a step this was for her. She pulled my shorts and boxers down, nearly ripping them in the process, and stared wide-eyed at my dick. She never really looked closely at it while using her hands. She would usually play coy and keep watching TV while jerking me off. Now though, she was face to face. I can still see the shimmer from the chapstick on her lips as she very slowly moved her mouth over the head of my cock. She froze once it was in for what felt like an eternity. I could hear her breathing becoming rapid, and for the first time in front of me, I saw her hand move quickly into the waistband of her panties as she touched herself. As she began moving my dick in and out of her mouth, her hand motions became more rapid under the thin baby blue fabric. It wasn’t 3 minutes into the blowjob before Sarah had a massive orgasm, seemingly larger than the ones I could giver her with my own hands or tongue. She pulled her face away, a trail of saliva extending from the head of my cock to her lips and only said ‘fuck’. I believe it was at that very moment that Sarah realized that she had a passionate love for giving head. She attacked my dick after that, like there was nothing else in the world. She didn’t flench when I came, just swallowed and tried to keep going until I pushed her off due to the sensitivity. Things progressed from there. Sarah gave me head every chance she could, preferring to give orgasms rather than receive them. We finally had sex a few weeks after that, in the dark basement bedroom of a friends house. I was disappointed that she didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I thought she would, opting after maybe 5 minutes to have me pull out and finish in her mouth. We didn’t have sex often, but when we would, it always ended in the same way. Everything in life was perfect, even after I moved… or so I thought. I went home many weekends and we seemed to pick up right where we left off. Everything was perfect. Until Sarah cheated on me, at least. I heard about it from a former classmate still living back home. He said he saw Sarah and some guy in a car together driving in town. He said it was a new looking BMW, a car that isn’t very common in our small town, so he took notice and tried to see who was driving. He didn’t recognize the guy driving, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was her, he got a clear view from the windshield as they passed on the road. He said he turned around to see what was up and after about 5 minutes of following them, he said he saw Sarah sit up tall, then lean her body across the center console of the car. He said he didn’t see her again for about 10 minutes and that the guy started driving pretty erratic during that time, and kept rolling his head around. He followed at a distance and eventually saw her head rise again and they carried on. He followed them until they turned into a restaurant. He circled the block and watched them walk hand-in-hand into the building. He even said she was wearing a little yellow sun dress... I knew it well. She always looked amazing in it. I guess it goes without saying that I felt like I had been stabbed in the chest as I listened to his recanting of the story. I trusted the guy and knew he wouldn’t be saying these things to fuck with me. I quickly got off the phone with him and called her, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again, again right to voicemail. Finally she sent me a text asking what was up. I didn’t know what else to do so I said “Jeremy saw you two together. I’m bummed you never offered to give me road head.” Of course this elicited a call back right away. I was heartbroken, but I did appreciate that she didn’t try and deny anything. She didn’t lie. She said she wasn’t happy anymore and wanted to move on. By this point, I knew what she meant. I had started working third shift already and had a rapid decline in happiness. I was always cranky, always tired. She was right and I hated myself for it. “You’re not you anymore, Adam. You’re sad all of the time... you sleep constantly. You don’t strike up conversations on the phone, and that’s all we have most of the time since we can’t be together.” She had told me as I stared blankly at the wall of my kitchen, tears now flooding my vision. “I’m sorry you found out like this, but I’m glad you found out.” “Yeah, pretty shitty way of you breaking it off though.” I countered. She agreed. That was the last time we spoke. After Sarah ended it, I sunk further into a depressive state. My life revolved solely around work, school, and Netflix in my basement studio apartment. Typically I would wake up around 10 in the morning and catch the campus shuttle to class. The classes were specifically scheduled for employees of the airport, allowing us to work nights and attend school without as much sleep depravation. After class I would usually eat some dinner in the campus cafeteria and do some homework, then report in for my shift. I didn’t mind my job. It was easy compared to the manual labor most people had to do to pay for their tuition. I drove a tug around pulling trailers of packages bound for different planes all night. All... night... long. I could usually start my shift with a conversation with the dock supervisor and not talk to another person for the rest of the night. I was known as ‘Tug 4301’ and drove the exact route from the south dock to the west ramp, spots 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9, then back to the south dock to reload and do it all again. We weren’t allowed to have music, cell phones, audio books, or anything else to help pass the time due to FAA regulations, so I had hours to see the same sights, and have the same thoughts and internal conversations. At around 3 in the morning, I would park my tug back behind the south dock and begin the walk back to the shuttle to campus. From the bus stop, it was a brief walk back to my apartment. By this time, the vast majority of the factory employees had already departed, meaning the bus ride was usually as isolated as the tug. Back in the basement abyss, the daylight blacked out by thick curtains and a “Please do not disturb, I work the graveyard shift!” sign that the previous occupant had left behind, I ended my day with some concoction of frozen meals and another episode of The Office. Occasionally, I would think about Sarah. How her hair seemed to shine as intensely as the sun. How she would nibble gently at my lower lip when she would kiss me. How she would deftly put her hair up in a ponytail and lick her lips before she would push me back towards the bed or chair... or floor and nearly attack my dick. These memories would cease thanks to my self delivered orgasm, and I hate to say it... sometimes I would cry. I would always feel ashamed. By 5am, I would be asleep, waiting for the alarm to signal that it was time to live another instance of Groundhog Day all over again. It was nearly six months into this routine that I decided it was time to get help. I knew I was depressed. I scheduled an appointment with a counselor at school on a Monday morning. I didn’t work Sunday nights, so Monday was usually my ‘live like a normal person’ day, but I knew I was going to keep going down darker and darker paths until there was no return. Fortunately by this time, the nagging memories of Sarah had faded to an occasional jolt of emotion that would strike unprovoked, but would subside after a quick orgasm. “Have you been eating alright, you look really thin...” the counselor said as I sat in the chair across from her. The question reeled in my thousand yard stare. “Umm... probably could eat better, to be honest. I don’t have much of an appetite, really.” I awkwardly responded. I had lost a significant amount of weight in the past few months. At my high school graduation, I was nearly 140lbs. At my last work physical a few days prior, I was down to 116lbs. Even at 5’6”, I was looking too thin for my frame. “Adam, this is pretty serious. I think you need to see a doctor... this may be more than you and I can handle alone. You’ve got me a bit worried.” she said with a concerned look. “Will you do that? Will you promise me that you’ll see one of our doctors?” “Yeah, I guess so. Yeah.” murmured back. “And I want you to promise me, Adam... I want you to promise me that you’ll look after yourself until then. And I want you to promise me that you’ll come back and see me after your appointment. I’m going to schedule it. Okay?” “Yeah, of course.” I said, realizing that she was genuinely worried that I would hurt myself. “I will, I promise.” She smiled at that, and attempted to give me a reassuring pat on my hand. “Maybe you should hang out with some friends until then. Maybe try and have fun... see a movie, bowl, laser tag... try and not be alone if you can help it.” she said as she escorted me to the end of the hallway of the student health center. I smiled as best I could. I hoped it to be warm, but the look on her face told me that she could see right through the facade. The walk back to my apartment seemed colder than usual. I looked around at the other people navigating their way thought the urban campus with their heads slung low to protect from the biting wind and wondered if I was alone in feeling like this, or if there were others near me right now that were struggling just as bad. Maybe if I tried, I would find others like me and we could pick each other up. If I tried... but I really didn’t feel like trying. They probably wouldn’t either. I arrived back to my apartment and sat in bed, turned on Netflix, and opened up my laptop. It wouldn’t hurt to look and see if anyone was out there. Maybe grab lunch with someone, maybe a movie. I decided to check around on some of the school forums and Facebook to see if any groups were meeting soon. I didn’t see any that really caught my interest. I eventually ended up Craigslist thinking maybe there were some groups posting on there. I browsed for a while, nothing piquing my interest. I was about to close out the page when I saw the ‘Personals’ section and decided to browse that avenue as well just for the heck of it. The ‘F for M’ section was pretty sparse, most of the women looking were significantly older, had children, or were blatantly looking for money in exchange for company. While I wasn’t seeing anything that interested me, I was finding some thrill in reading the posts. Some were witty, some funny. Some were so sexually charged that I considered responding for a split second, kids or age be damned. I navigated each section enthralled by how some people were able to put themselves out there so openly, so anonymously vulnerable. I envied their cavalier attitude and only wished I could put myself out there like they did. I kept going down the rabbit hole, page after page, profile after profile. Some of the specifics people were listing were repulsive, but many made me jealous that I didn’t have Sarah to try them with. I wasn’t really prepared for some of the detail I encountered in the ‘M for M’ section, to say the least. I had never really given much thought to gay sex, it was something that went undiscussed in sheltered small-town USA. I didn’t have any issue with gay people, but I honestly didn’t give it much more thought than that. But the level of detail described of the litany of posts from just today... I didn’t have to use my imagination much. I clicked through post after post, caught up in reading the carnal nature of the post, intrigued beyond belief by what I was reading. Most of the posts didn’t talk about love or relationships, they talked about gritty sex. They talked about gang bangs and blow-and-gos. Anonymous mouths for anonymous dicks. It was enthralling. “Loving but Firm Professional seeking Young, Inexperienced to Nurture and Teach” the title read as I scrolled down the list, measured now by minutes scrolling rather than pages. It was lost in the sea of others, but it stood out to me for some reason. I clicked the link and stared intently as the screen flickered from the main page to the posting. “Hi, thanks for reading. I’m a 38 year old legal professional looking for a young boy between 18 and 22 to teach about sexual desire. Ideal candidate is slim and naturally submissive to power, and completely inexperienced with men. I want a boy I can build from the ground up. Must have an open mind. Message me if you think this is you, you’ll know right away if it is.” Fuck. I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but my heart began to race, my hands became sweaty, and my lips dry. I read and reread the post multiple times, each time exciting me more. It was as if instinct required that I replied. I straightened myself up in bed and began to search my laptop for a face picture that was generic enough to be lost in a crowd. I didn’t want this guy recognize me right away, just in case. I found a full body picture from earlier in the fall at a Halloween party back home. I didn’t dress up, but I thought I looked decent, and the ball cap I was wearing at the time obstructed part of my face. “Hello. I’m not gay, so I’m not sure why I’m replying to be honest. I've never been with a guy. I'm 18, a freshman in college. Something about your post. It struck me. I don’t even know what else to write. You don't have to write back if you don't want or if I don't fit what you say you're looking for." Attachment: 1” My heart was frantically beating in my chest as I hit send from my spam collecting Yahoo Mail account. I had felt more alive in these few minutes than I can remember feeling since moving to the city. I stared at the inbox, nearly expecting an immediate rejection reply or an email from someone back home saying they were cat-fishing and happened to reel me in. I stared at the screen for at least five minutes, barely breathing before setting the laptop down and getting up to use the restroom and grab a drink. I nearly dove across the room when I heard the ‘Ding’ signifying a new email. “Save 15% or more on car insurance with Geico”. Damn it. What the hell was I doing. I’m not gay. I’ve literally never even thought about it until 10 minutes ago, and now I’m so worked up to get the attention of someone writing on a public forum. I closed the laptop and walked over to the chair to focus in on Season 4 of The Office... yet again. Sipping on the Diet Coke and watching Dwight be Dwight and Jim be Jim, the urge to check again struck me. It had been some time, surely enough for some sort of response. I retyped the password into the Yahoo Mail page and saw the familiar ’Inbox (1)’ notification staring me in the face. I clicked, and went weak as the page opened. There it was. “Re: Seeking” I took a deep breath and clicked on the email that loaded painfully slow. “Hello. Thanks for writing. I know you. Don’t worry, not you specifically (although hard to tell with the photo so far away). I know your type though. I'm willing to bet that you just happed to stumble upon my message without really going out and looking for it. I have a feeling this is so new to you that you've really got very little desire in actually meeting anyone. If you are serious about at least meeting up and discussing more, send me a better picture. -Steve” With a slight smirk on my face, and my heart back to racing, I opened Facebook to find a better picture to send. I selected one from a family vacation in Hawaii. I had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and was standing shirtless in front of a waterfall on the Napali Coast. I was bronzed by the sun, and a smile beaming on my face. A tinge of pain hit me as I looked at the picture, I was standing there with Sarah. Her beautiful face staring up at me, a smirk affixed to her full lips, and her gorgeous body clad in a small red bikini. I drew in a deep breath and downloaded the photo to my desktop and cropped Sarah’s face and body out of the picture until only myself and the waterfall remained. “As requested. -Adam Attachment: 1” Sent. I felt as if I were going to vomit at that point. If this were a rouse, I was surely busted. It was clearly me in the photo, no mistaking that. A screencap of the conversation with my picture plastered there was surely enough to ruin any chance I had at a happy life, if malice were intended. Ding. Inbox (1) “Re: re: re: Seeking” “You’re perfect, baby. Perfect in every way. You are exactly what I was hoping you would be. My name is Steve. I’ve been pretty clear with what I’m really looking for, so I hope that you’ll understand when I say that I’m not interested in games and flaking out on meetings, etc. If you really are interested, and if you really are willing, I want to meet you face to face. Send me your phone number if you want to keep going. Attachment: 1” I double clicked the attachment, fearful that what I had conjured up in my mind would be a far stray from reality. The painfully slow wi-fi struggled to open the picture, but when it did, I was stunned. He was so handsome. Large, for sure. Not fat at all, but he had to be at least 6’6” judging by the SUV that he towered over. He had a stern smile and an intense gaze at the camera... it felt as if he took the picture specifically for me. His hair, his suit... he was the personification of masculine. I struggled to figure out how only a few hours ago I was numb and seemingly entirely heterosexual, and now I was lusting over a man. A dominant man... and I wanted it to happen so bad. I did everything I could for the next few hours to distract myself from the email. I had to be at work tonight, so no phone, no email. I knew if I wanted to go through with this, I would need to decide well before then. He was very insistent that the only content in the reply be my phone number. What if I sent it and he called while I was working? What if he began texting me with times and locations and I was unable to reply? I knew I had to decide now. Being the decisive and confident guy I am, I flipped a coin. Okay... heads, I send my phone number. Tails... I don’t. Simple. Leave it up to fate. With a deep breath, I flipped the coin into the air. Heads. “I’m serious: 555-776-2323 -Adam”
  15. Before reading this... yes, I'm aware the images aren't there. I attached a PDF that contains them. Also... unlike many of my builds for the changing table there are better options in my opinion that would not require DIY modifications. I have added one such model as an example at the end of the article. I hope this helps! Baby Jp Building an AB/DL Changing Table file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image002.jpg Recommendation: Although this build worked out for me, I would not repeat this build and would not recommend it unless you already had one of these massage tables and wanted to convert it into a changing table. There are several options on amazon that are the same product, and the cost of the table is the same it all the labor materials and time it would take to build this table. Parts List · Massage Table file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image004.png Amazon.com: BestMassage Massage Table Portable Massage Bed Lash Bed 2 Fold SPA Table 24 inch Wide Adjustable Salon Bed with Non-Woven Bag for Spa Footmassage Facial CareSpa Tattoo : Beauty & Personal Care · 2 x 8’ 4x4 Pine lumber · 1x1 inch popular square dowel · 2 x 1/4-inch-thick sheets of MDF · 4 x Cube storage containers file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image006.jpg Amazon.com - DECOMOMO Storage Baskets, 13x15x13 Storage Cube Bins with Labels for Organizing Shelves Kallax (Kallax / 4pcs, Black) · 4 x 2” x 8’ Pine boards · Pack of one inch carpentry screws Tools Required · Router with a 1/4 inch cutting bit. · Drill · Basic hand tools (To disassemble the Table) · Saw Starting off, this build can be completed without any DIY or modifications depending on what massage table you select to be your starting project. I produced this build concept after attending CapCon for the first time and saw that all the changing rooms had a foldable massage table to be used as a changing table. It was such a brilliant idea for me that I decided to buy one as we were driving home. That being said… if I were to do it all over again, I would not have gotten the table that I purchased. I am incredibly happy with it now after the modifications I made, but I had purchased the cheapest table available on Amazon. It had skinny wooden adjustable legs and never felt very solid unlike the ones at CapCon. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image008.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image010.jpg Improving the table was easy enough. I removed the original legs by unscrewing the single screw that secured each leg and then I cut six 4x4 pine posts to my desired leg height. I then marked where the 1x1 inch legs had been on each of the posts and then using a router I removed a two inch long by 1 inch channel in each post so that it would match up with the leg slots. I then glued in the one-inch dowel rod. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image012.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image014.jpg To add an under shelf and to add more stability to the legs I cut a 1/4-inch groove using the router in each of the posts on the left and right and two on the two middle posts so that I could slide two MDF sheets between them to act as shelves. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image016.jpg Lastly, I added a strip of the 2-inch boards, one at the point of the shelf and the second at the top just below the tabletop. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image018.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image020.jpg My recommendation to someone looking to have a changing table of their own is to purchase a better quality and designed massage table. You could potentially find a rock-solid table and just put shelves underneath it or even simply slide a shelving unit under the table rather than having to build it. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image022.jpg Amazon.com: PayLessHere Massage Table Lash Bed 2 Fold Spa Bed 74”Lx28“W PU Leather Massage Bed Height Adjustable Massage Bed Heavy Duty Stationary Spa Table Salon Facial Cradle Bed : Beauty & Personal Care Building an ABDL Changing Table.pdf
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  17. I doubt my pictures will show up with the instructions, so I've included a PDF as well that has all of the images. Let me know your thoughts or if this helps. I will be posting the changing table and crib builds very soon so follow for updates! file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image002.jpg Before Purchasing Anything Please look over this whole build! There are several options, upgrades, and ways to build this highchair. This is my third iteration of building an AB/DL highchair and with the first one I just used a wheelchair tray and a highbacked bar chair. With the third build I had added anchor points, a custom tray that uses genuine highchair tray hardware, as well as an upholstered seat and back. I also added a harness to secure squirming babies and anchor points for more kinkier scenes. Parts List · High top bar or deck chair with arm rests file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image004.jpg Amazon.com: POLYWOOD® Traditional Garden Bar Chair, Black · Wheelchair Tray file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image006.jpg Amazon.com: AlveyTech Wheelchair Tray Table with Cup Holder - Universal Removable Lap Desk - Ideal for Adults Eating Reading Resting - Compatible with Drive, Golden, Electric, 18-20inch Wide Standard Wheelchairs : Health & Household (Optional) · Go Kart Harness file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image008.jpg Amazon.com: Yakitoko Universal 4 point Safety Harness Set 2" Fits Go Kart,UTV,ATV,Racing Blue : Automotive · 2 x Sheets of MDF 3/4” thick (cut in the Dims of Chair back and seat · Cloth or material cover for seats · 2 x Sheets 2” upholstery padding (For seat and back) · 2 x ½ thick hex bolt screws (For harness standard bolts that come with will not work) · Anchor Points file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image010.jpg Amazon.com: D Ring Tie Down Anchor 1/4" Heavy Duty Trailer Anchor Lashing Rings 2400 lbs Capacity Trailers Trucks Bed Anchors Bracket Hooks Kit for SUV,RV,Camper,Van,Car,Boats, Motorcycles Surface Mount (Black) : Automotive · MDF 3/4” thick 16” x 25” sheet · 4 x 1.5 in 32” Pine stripes · Highchair hardware file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image012.jpg Amazon.com: High Chair Tray Hardware, baby toddler kid child seat stool antique vintage old retro : Baby · Various lengths woodworking screws Tools Required · Basic power Drill · Staple gun with 1/2" staples · Paint or Clearcoat · Hand Jigsaw · Router This can be the easiest build or a complex one depending on what you are wanting to create. You can also always upgrade the chair as you go. Basic build For the basic build you only need two components. A high-backed bar or deck chair that has arms and a wheelchair tray. This build requires no tools at all. Simply use the Velcro straps on the wheelchair tray on the arm rests of the chair. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image014.jpg Adding Anchor Points & Harness Using the anchor points and the go kart harness listed and linked in the parts list you can add a harness and anchor points that can be used to secure an ab/dl in their seat. I placed six total anchor points on the chair (Pictured below) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image016.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image018.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image020.jpg The first set are at either side of the footrest. The second set is just below the front arm rest and the last set is at the back of the chair just by the seat. To install the harness, you will need to pre-drill the hole roughly three inches, six inches apart from the middle back post of the chair. I recommend taking one of the bolts supplied with the harness to a hardware store to find a drivable screw that will fit the harness. (Make sure it is not going to go through the seat back. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image022.jpg Building an Upholstered Chair Back and Seat To upholster the chair, first, I highly recommend watching a couple of videos on YouTube. The process is very do-able and easy but watching someone do it first will make it far easier. To start you are going to need to have a piece of MDF cut to fit the chair back as well as the seat. You will also need upholstery foam, a staple gun and fabric. For mine I chose an outer cover (Space themed cloth and a back cover (Solid Blue) To upholster the seat and back, place the fabric that will cover the seat. (Outer side down first) then the upholstery pad then the MDF on top. Recommendation: Have several extra inches of spare material. You will be covering it with the back cover later. I personally found it helpful to kneel on the MDF board. Compressing the padding with the weight as you staple the material to the board will help remove creases and will keep the material tight. Secure one side at a time. Once all four sides are stapled you can cut excess material and then add a back cover material to clean up your work. Then use screws to secure the cushions to the chair. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image024.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image026.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image028.jpg Building a Custom Highchair Tray To start, you will need to secure a piece of wood to the armrests with screws. This will add height so that your legs will not hit the tray if you add cushions and additionally it will give you a place to mount the hardware. (See below) file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image030.jpg To build a custom highchair tray you will need to cut a tray either from a plywood sheet or you can use a piece of plywood or MDF cut into a 16” x 25” sheet and add runners with screws to make the tray. Both examples are shown below. Note: I cannot give exact measurements of where to put the hardware and runners because you will need to line everything up. I suggest using clamps and marking things with a pencil as you figure out how everything lines up. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image032.jpgfile:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image034.jpg Lastly, you MUST seal the tray with a clear coat, polyurethane, or some other product otherwise it could seriously warp or absorb any liquid. file:///C:/Users/DarkS/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtmlclip1/01/clip_image036.jpg Best of Luck Babies! Building an ABDL Highchair.pdf
  18. My first time with roleplay here, I'll leave the choice of character names open A teenager (choose the name, it can be a boy or a girl), is living very well but her half-sister (choose the name) wants to take care of a baby... a story of punishment and humiliation
  19. This story already has three chapters written, don't forget to comment what you think and you will participate in some decisions in the story. This is my first story on this theme of diaper dimensions and I'm also not a native speaker. Any English mistakes, I'm sorry. Any comments I accept 😃 Happy reading. -- Chapter 01 - Behind The Scenes part 1 . In Angeliun Cassandra Frost was pensive, leaning against the mirrored wall of the luxurious elevator that took her to the twentieth floor of ZoMers Inc. Her straight, well-groomed black hair fell to her shoulders, contrasting with the bright red lipstick she wore, one of her trademarks. Her angular, charming face was slightly tense. Cassandra had always been a woman of action, ambitious and willing to do whatever it took to be at the top. But the last meeting of the directors had shaken her confidence. The words of her superiors still echoed in her mind: "If you don't increase the audience, you'll lose your position." A veiled but real threat that now weighed like lead on her shoulders. It was hard to admit, but the shine she had brought when she took over the Big-watch branch had not been enough to attract the public. And now, she felt the pressure to maintain her status and luxury, or lose everything. The elevator made a soft ringing sound, signaling a new stop. The door opened and another Amazon entered. It was a tall, imposing woman, holding the hand of Little, a girl who looked to be about 20 years old but who dressed like a child. The girl was wearing a pink shirt with a pony print and a white skirt that barely hid the bulky diaper she was wearing. Her eyes were lowered, her submission evident, while the rider spoke on the phone, completely ignoring her presence. Cassandra watched the scene for a few seconds. The way the girl was being led by the woman, the fragility imposed on her, sparked an idea in her mind. Something that could save her job and the branch’s audience. Her eyes shone with renewed enthusiasm as she mentally sketched out what her new project would be. Stepping out of the elevator, she walked with determined steps, stiletto heels echoing on the marble floor, to the office of her assistant, Amelia Royce. Amelia was a young rider, with red hair that fell over her shoulders, always impeccably combed, and she wore round glasses that gave her a slightly nerdy look. When Cassandra walked in, Amelia looked up from her computer, seeming to already sense that something was wrong. “Did they have a last one on you?” Amelia asked, her tone mixed with concern and irritation. Her frustration was understandable. Cassandra had been in the director’s position for less than a month, and already her position was being threatened. Amelia, always pragmatic, didn’t understand how the pressure could be so quick and relentless. “Yes…” Cassandra replied, calmer than one would expect. She knew Amelia was a good assistant, but she also had a temper, and it was crucial to remain calm if her plan was to be well received. “How can this be? You haven’t even been in the position for a month!” Amelia continued, her voice slightly raised. It was the indignation of someone who knew how much effort Cassandra put into her work. But Cassandra, always calculating, just smiled. This time, she had an ace up her sleeve. “Amelia,” Cassandra began, her voice soft but firm. "I have an idea. Something that will turn the tables in our favor." Amelia crossed her arms, tilting her head curiously. "What are you planning?" Cassandra stepped forward, adrenaline surging through her veins. "We're going to create a reality show. But not just any reality show. We're going to take five girls... who don't know our world." She paused, allowing the idea to form in Amelia's thoughts before continuing. "Girls from that world where Littles walk around and can give orders to the Amazons." Cassandra "Exactly," Cassandra confirmed with a sly smile. "These girls will be perfect for our project. We'll bring them here, put them in a house, and the whole thing will be broadcast live. The format will be a quiz show. But with each mistake... they will change. Gradually, they will turn into baby Littles, ready for our world." The shock on Amelia's face was replaced by a mischievous smile as the idea fully formed in her mind. “And the more mistakes they make, the more childish and dependent they will become… until there is nothing left of their old lives.” “Exactly,” Cassandra repeated, with visible satisfaction. “The audience will love it. We will show their transformation, step by step. It will be ZoMers’ greatest success.” Amelia was already mentally jotting down the details, her eyes shining with excitement. “This could be our salvation. And how are we going to get them here?” Cassandra shrugged, relaxing in the chair across from her assistant. “ZoMers already has the means to do that. All we need to do is choose the right contestants. They will be the stars of our new show.” Amelia smiled and began typing frantically on the computer. “I’m going to start sketching out the concept and putting together the teams. This is going to be… grand.” Cassandra watched Amelia work with a satisfied smile. The future that had seemed threatening now offered him a new opportunity. A chance to not only save his job, but to further elevate his career. "????" would become ZoMers' most-watched show, and Cassandra Frost, its creator, would be at the center of it all.
  20. This is my very first real foray into ABDL/age regression (had another one, but it went nowhere). Like all of my stories, there are mature themes, and I will warn you when we get to them - even with the content warnings in the tags; I have not led readers astray or lied to them about trigger warnings, and I'm never going to start. About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. If you're ready - and still with me - let the story begin: Chapter One: A Girls' Night Out on the Town. - Svetlana Volkova was going to meet her two friends, Tatiana Voronina and Galina Tigrova for a normal Sunday brunch, and she had the feeling it was going to be quite exciting - especially on the day before Halloween. The three women weren’t really anything special, not really. All three were twenty-five-year-old Pittsburgh natives (from Russian parents), athletic, excellent figures (each of them were D cups), and all three were top-notch daycare workers. They had known each other since they were young, since before they could remember. Each of them had mousy-brown hair that they dyed to look prettier, and each of them had piercing icy-blue eyes. Some had confused the three for triplets at first glance. It was fine by them; they were each very much close. Even when they had their fights, it was solved rather quickly and with no hard feelings. Svetlana walked down the sidewalk with a purpose as her Pittsburgh Penguins jersey, knee-length black skirt and purse fluttering in the gusty wind. She brushed her shoulder-length dyed-golden-brown hair away from her eyes as she neared the stop. Tatiana was the first to notice, as she waved and smoothed her Penguins jersey and golden skirt, her shoulder-blade-length dyed-auburn curls noticeable. She nudged Galina, who was busy twirling her navel-length, shockingly-dyed-royal-purple hair before she turned to see her friend and jumped to her feet out of shock (and yes, she too was wearing a Penguins jersey and a golden skirt). The women walked over, hugging each other with gleeful looks on their faces. “Well, you finally came here, Svetka,” Tatiana said with a smirk. “We were beginning to think you had gotten bored.” “Bored? Of you girls? Never!” Svetlana was beaming. “Girl, I can’t remember the last time we haven’t spoken!” Galina exclaimed. “We do this so much, they give us free food.” “And we wear it well,” Tatiana laughed, causing the other two to join in. Svetlana sat down with her two friends. “So, how are things with you?” she all but sang. “Good! Can’t wait for the Pens game; that new swanky bar has the perfect place to watch,” Tatiana said. “You feel like coming, Svetka?” “Of course, Tanya!” the woman said. “I’m surprised we’re going out barhopping, though; we don’t have a car…” “Oh, come on, Svetka,” Galina said. “It’ll be so much fun.” She paused. “The only problem is, we have to bring someone else who can drive us, since our car is in the shop, and the only person we know who’s interested is…” “Celine,” the three said simultaneously, as they all let out annoyed sighs. Celine Fuchs was their old housemate they hated, and the feeling was very much mutual. A nosy busybody three years younger than them, Celine made no secret about having a fiancé to go back home to (it wasn’t that they couldn’t get boyfriends if they wanted; they were just not interested in dates at the moment.), and she critiqued them on every little thing, every miniscule detail, despite the fact that she was a law clerk. It was hell to deal with her. “You going to call her, Svetka?” Tatiana asked. “It’s not like we have a choice,” Svetlana muttered. She opened her smartphone and called Celine’s number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. “Hello, who is this?” Celine asked in an annoyed tone. “It’s Svetlana.” “Oh, hi, Svetlana. What do you want?” “Tatiana, Galina, and I were going to catch the Pens game tonight at the new bar. Was wondering if you’d come.” “Oh, that would be marvelous!” Celine’s voice entirely changed, sounding genuinely excited. “Well, I’ll have to get ready. You planning on parking? Bringing money for food? What time would be best to leave-” “Don’t worry, Celine, we’re all going in the same car,” Svetlana said calmly. “Might as well bring my car; it’s a new one.” “You sure?” “It’s got multiple seats.” “Okay, fine. We’ll take your car.” “Can I bring my fiancé?” “Sorry. Girls' night out.” “Oh, well, I’ll tell him to go to our house. Where do I pick you three up?” “Right at Market Square. You’ll know us.” “Of course. Have a wonderful day! Go Pens!” Svetlana sighed when Celine hung up on her. Her two friends looked at her. “Guess it’s a go. She’s picking us up in her car.” “Ugh, she always likes to brag,” Tatiana muttered. “Always. It’s a new car, new clothes, new boyfriend, what-fucking-ever, I don’t care.” “She’s so fucking insufferable,” Galina said with a sigh. “I guess riding in her car won’t be the worst thing, right?” “True. It’s only one time, then never again,” Tatiana agreed with much reluctance. “Let’s just go to Market Square and wait; the game starts at 5:00, and it’s already 2:00 PM.” “Agreed.” They finished paying for their brunch and included a generous tip before walking to Market Square (hey, they always could use exercise, even with the various male catcallers), getting there at around 3:00 PM. It was a short wait until a brand-new Honda Odyssey that all but blared that it was Celine’s car pulled up, the aforementioned driver waving at them. “Hellooo!” she called. “You ready!” “Yeah, we are,” Svetlana said. No shit we’re ready, you dumb bitch. We’ve been ready! The three women packed into the backseats, none of them wanting to sit in the front with their annoying old housemate. “Look, I get you don’t like me, but…I do appreciate you bringing me with you to the bar with you,” Celine said politely. Svetlana looked at her younger ex-housemate who had a genuine smile on her face. Celine certainly was fairly attractive, actually, scratch that, definitely attractive with a blonde pixie cut, inquisitive sea-green eyes, and a larger bust than even they had. Tatiana was the only one to break the silence. “Sure, I mean, might as well bring you along; we know how big a fan you are,” she said. “Still, it is appreciated. Still, expect this to be a one-time thing, though.” “The feeling’s quite mutual,” Svetlana said bluntly. If only she knew just how dead wrong her words were. - So, let me know if there's anything I can improve on, anything you liked or disliked, stuff like that~
  21. So, you are interested in buying your first ABDL gear? As a member of the community for over 20 years, let me make a few recommendations based on my experiences and expansive collection of gear myself. The Baby Set – Cost $100 - $150 · Diapers · Paci · T-shirt/onesie Diapers Firstly, every baby needs diapers… and although there are a ton of ABDL printed diapers on the market, all the cuts and measurements are not universal, and they are pricy… I personally recommend Northshore Megamax for all first timers. There is no better diaper for the price on the market. A pack of ten will run between $33.50 - $45 depending on where you get them. Northshore has an excellent website and quick shipping, but you can also purchase Megamax on Amazon at a higher price. The colors come in White, Black, Blue, Pink, and Tie dye currently. If you are into super thick diapers that last over 12 hours you can add an addition of boosters. They are diapers without an outer shell that will soak through. Northshore and various other companies sell boosters that slip inside the diaper that add more thickness and the “Waddle effect.” Boosters depending on the size and make can be around $17.00 - $35. Paci When it comes to Pacis, you could get a toddler’s Nuk 5 from any local baby aisle, but for a few bucks more you can get an adult sized paci. My recommendation is From My Inner Baby they sell several large sizes for various price ranges. My personal favorite is the size ten which sells for around $20.00, but there are larger sizes for additional costs. Adding a Paci clip is a fun addition that adds to an outfit. Onesie/T-shirt There is one company I recommend above all when it comes to a Onesie or Romper and that is Onesies Down Under. They sell some of the best onesies out there and the sizes are very forgiving as they can stretch quite a bit. It is important to use the size chart when ordering and I recommend adding an inch or two for the average diaper. Their prices are fair for the quality and there are frequently sales and items on discount and clearance. You can find a onesie for roughly $30-42.00. If you are a baby on a budget the easiest thing to do is wear a t-shirt and adopt the “Tommy Pickles” look. I recommend getting a smaller sized T-shirt than what you normally wear if you want your diaper on display. A solid color is one way to go, but there are also “nostalgic graphic T-shirt” options available at big name stores such as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Sesame Street. Once you have your AB/DL basic attire there are always ways to improve your toddling look and add to the growing wardrobe. The Toddler Addition – Cost $170-$180 · Shortalls/Skirtalls · Knee high socks · Velcro Shoes Shortalls/Skirtalls The shortalls/skirtalls look is the classic in the AB/DL community. My personal recommendation are the denim shortalls or Skirtalls from Tykables. They cost $80.00, but the quality and the fact that they open at the crotch for diaper changes (Shortalls) the price is more than worth it. They also will not hide the onesie you are wearing but to the contrary will feature it. Knee High Socks Knee high socks are a great and yet cheap addition to the AB/DL look. They can be acquired anywhere clothing can be purchased. I am personally a fan of Amazon due to selection and options. Socks can be found for a few dollars or more depending on the make and quality. Velcro Shoes Shoes may not be an item many AB/DLs think about but for me my shoes are one of my favorite clothing items. Sure, any sneakers could complete the look, but if you want to feel really little, nothing will make you feel that more than Velcro only sneakers and I am not talking about your grandpa’s orthopedic shoes. Vans has Black and White or Blue and White Suede Canvas all Velcro Trainer sneakers that I personally am on my fifth pair and wear everywhere except the gym as my daily shoes. I have always ordered my shoes on Amazon, and they will run you about $80.00 depending on the size, but if the shoes are important to you these cannot be beat. Happy Padded Life to All – J.p.
  22. Chapter 1: The air was thick with anticipation and laughter as six 18-year-old friends gathered in Tommy's basement, the typical hangout spot for their group. The dim lighting was punctuated by the glow of neon signs and the hum of the old fridge in the corner. Sam, Carisa, Krista, Morgan, Tommy, and Mikey had been friends since they were kids, but tonight, they were about to take their bond to a new level of weird and wild. "Alright, who's ready to get naked and make a fool of themselves?" Sam asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She was the ringleader of their group, always pushing the limits and suggesting the craziest ideas. Tonight, she had outdone herself with the idea of Strip UNO, with a humiliating twist. Carisa, Tommy's girlfriend, giggled and blushed, looking at her boyfriend. "I don't know if I can do this, babe," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Tommy, the jock of the group, grinned and pulled her close, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, babe. I'll protect you." Krista, Morgan's best friend, rolled her eyes. "Protect her? You'll be too busy trying to win so you don't have to wear that ridiculous Barney stuff." Morgan giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was Mikey's girlfriend and had been pushing him to embrace his 'inner baby' for weeks. Tonight, she saw her chance. Mikey, the main character of this wild night, looked nervous but also excited. He saw the game as a chance to impress Morgan and but wasn’t into her peculiar fetish. Sam dealt the cards, and the game began. The first few rounds were tense, with everyone trying to hide their nerves behind forced laughter and banter. But as the cards fell and the clothes came off, the room filled with a mix of laughter, humiliation, and arousal. Tommy was the first to lose a piece of clothing, stripping off his t-shirt to reveal a smooth, muscular chest. Carisa's eyes widened, and she looked away, blushing even more. Sam, ever the tease, leaned in and whispered, "You should be used to that, babe. You see him shirtless all the time." Tommy grinned and flexed, making everyone laugh. Morgan was the next to lose, and she reluctantly took off her shirt, revealing a lacy bra. Mikey's eyes widened, and he felt a stirring in his pants. He loved seeing Morgan like this, vulnerable and sexy. Krista was next, and she took off her jeans, revealing black lace boy shorts. She looked at Morgan and winked, making Mikey blush. Sam was the next to lose, and she took off her skirt, revealing a tiny thong. She bent down to pick up a card, giving everyone a clear view of her bare ass. She looked up and smiled, loving the attention. Mikey was the next to lose, and he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Morgan bit her lip, looking at him with desire. He looked at her, feeling a rush of love and lust. Mikey was the next to lose, and he took off his jeans, revealing his underwear. Morgan grinned and pulled him close, whispering in his ear, "You look sexy, babe." The game continued, and the room grew warmer as more clothes came off. The tension was palpable, and everyone was acutely aware of they were down to their underwear. Then Mikey lost and Morgan help take his underwear off. Mikey Blushed. Mikey lost the next hand, and he stood there, naked and vulnerable. Morgan grinned and grabbed the first item, a Barney-themed diaper. She helped him into it, making sure it was snug and secure. Mikey blushed but felt embarrassed about being diapered by his girlfriend. Next hand he lost to and Morgan put the plastic Barney pants on him, then the hand after that he lost then came the Barney feet pajamas. Mikey felt ridiculous but also turned on. He looked at Morgan, and she smiled, her eyes filled with love and desire. Morgan then put the plastic Barney bib on him once he lost the next hand, making him look even more like a giant baby. Mikey felt a pang of humiliation but also arousal. He was completely at Morgan's mercy, and it was a heady feeling. Finally, Morgan put the Barney pacifier in his mouth. Saying “Mikey you lost the Baby game, you will now be the baby, until I say otherwise!” Mikey felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement. He was completely covered in Barney baby stuff, and standing in front of his friends. The room was silent for a moment, then everyone burst into laughter. Mikey blushed but also felt a rush of pride. He had done it. Morgan's fetish and made a fool of himself in front of his friends. Morgan looked at him with love and desire, then turned to the group. "Alright, everyone. Let's get him to the daycare." Sam grinned and helped Morgan get Mikey dressed in a large coat to hide his baby gear. They all piled into Tommy's car, laughing and joking as they drove to the daycare. The daycare was a big, new building on the outskirts of town. It was owned by Miss Sierra, a woman known for her unconventional methods and love of all things kinky. Miss Sierra greeted them at the door, her eyes widening as she saw Mikey. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Looks like we have a new baby in the daycare." Morgan grinned and handed Mikey's clothes to Miss Sierra. "Here are his clothes. He's all yours until we come back for him, make sure he learns how to be an adult baby." Miss Sierra laughed and took the clothes, then turned to Mikey. "Alright, little one. Let's get you settled in." Mikey looked at Morgan, feeling fear. He was about to spend the night in an ABDL daycare, completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her unconventional methods. As Miss Sierra led him into the daycare, Mikey knew that this night was going to be one he would never forget. He just hoped he could handle whatever Miss Sierra had in store for him. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him through the brightly colored halls of the daycare. The walls were adorned with cartoon characters and inspirational quotes, but Mikey barely noticed them. He was too focused on the weight of the Barney diaper around his waist and the plastic Barney pants that crinkled with each step. He felt a mixture of fear, excitement, and humiliation as he tried to process what he had gotten himself into. Miss Sierra, with her sharp eyes and smirking lips, seemed to sense his discomfort. She turned to him and said, "You know, Mikey, I've had many adults come through these doors. Some embrace their inner baby right away, while others need a little... encouragement." Mikey swallowed hard, trying to hide his nervousness. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Miss Sierra smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Good. Because I want to make sure you understand the rules of my daycare." She led him into a small office, where a large desk sat in the center of the room. On the desk was a stack of papers and a pen. "What are the rules?" Mikey asked, his voice trembling slightly. Miss Sierra chuckled. "Well, Mikey, the rules are simple. You will complete a series of trials designed to test your ability to act like an adult. If you pass all the trials without doing anything a baby would do, you'll be free to leave as an adult. But if you fail, well..." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Let's just say you'll need to stay here a little longer and we'll have to discuss some... additional training methods." Mikey's eyes widened in fear. "What do you mean by additional training methods?" Miss Sierra waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing to worry about. Just a little hypnosis, some behavior modification techniques, that sort of thing. But don't worry, Mikey. I'm very good at what I do." Mikey's stomach churned at the thought, but he knew he had no choice. He had to go through with this. Miss Sierra gestured to the stack of papers on her desk. "Now, before we begin, I need you to sign this contract." Mikey hesitated, looking at the papers warily. "What does the contract say?" Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "It's just a standard release form, Mikey. It says that you understand the rules of the daycare and that you agree to abide by them. It also gives me full control over you while you're here." Mikey's eyes widened in shock. "Full control? What does that mean?" Miss Sierra leaned in, her voice dropping to a low purr. "It means, Mikey, that while you're here, I can do anything I want to you. I can punish you, I can reward you, I can make you do anything I want. And if you don't like it, well..." She paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's just say there are ways to make you like it." Mikey felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He knew he should refuse, but the thought of disappointing Morgan, of failing the trials and being forced to stay here longer, was too much to bear. He picked up the pen and began to sign the contract. As he signed his name, Miss Sierra watched him with a smirk. "Good boy, Mikey. You're making the right choice." Once the contract was signed, Miss Sierra took it from him and filed it away in a cabinet behind her desk. She then turned to him and said, "Now, let's get started with your trials." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him back out into the hallway. He tried to steady his nerves, reminding himself that he could do this. He was an adult, and he could act like one. The first trial was simple enough. Miss Sierra led him into a large playroom filled with toys and games. In the center of the room was a small table with a single cookie on a plate. "Your first trial, Mikey, is to resist the temptation of the cookie. You must sit at the table and not eat the cookie for one hour. If you can do that, you pass the trial. But if you give in and eat the cookie, well..." She smiled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's just say there will be consequences." Mikey nodded, his stomach already rumbling at the sight of the cookie. He sat down at the table and stared at the cookie, willing himself not to give in. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. The cookie sat there, taunting him, its sweet scent filling the air. Miss Sierra watched him from the sidelines, her eyes never leaving him. Mikey's stomach grumbled loudly, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back. He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself from the cookie. He thought about Morgan, about how proud she would be if he passed this trial. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. The thought of Miss Sierra punishing him sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He had to resist the cookie. But as the minutes ticked by, the cookie became harder and harder to resist. He could see the chocolate chips in the dough, could almost taste the sweetness. His mouth watered, and he felt his resolve weakening. He looked up at Miss Sierra, who was still watching him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. He could see the cruelty in her smile, the pleasure she would take in punishing him if he failed. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to hold out. But the cookie was too tempting. He reached out, his hand shaking as he picked up the cookie. He brought it to his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest. Just as he was about to take a bite, Miss Sierra's voice cut through the air like a whip. "Mikey, what are you doing?" Mikey froze, the cookie hovering in front of his mouth. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes wide with fear. Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "I asked you a question, Mikey. What are you doing?" Mikey swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "I-I was going to eat the cookie," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mikey, but that's not allowed. You were supposed to resist the temptation of the cookie. You were supposed to act like an adult." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face the consequences. Miss Sierra stood up and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She towered over him, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I'm sorry, Mikey, but you failed the trial. And now, you must face the punishment." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him back into her office. He knew what was coming, and he was terrified. Miss Sierra sat down at her desk and gestured for him to sit in the chair across from her. He did as he was told, his hands shaking with fear. Miss Sierra opened a drawer and pulled out a small device. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he recognized it. It was a shock collar, the kind used to train dogs. Miss Sierra leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "This, Mikey, is your new best friend. It's going to help you learn to control your impulses, to act like an adult." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra fastened the collar around his neck. He could feel the cold metal against his skin, could feel the weight of it. He knew what was coming, and he was terrified. Miss Sierra stood up and walked around to stand behind him. She leaned down, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Now, Mikey, I want you to understand something. This collar is connected to a remote control. And with the press of a button, I can deliver a shock to you. A small one, of course, but enough to remind you of your place." Mikey's eyes widened in fear, and he tried to back away from her, but the chair held him in place. Miss Sierra chuckled, a cruel sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Don't worry, Mikey. I won't use it too much. Just enough to make sure you learn your lesson." She leaned down and pressed a button on the remote control. Mikey felt a jolt of pain shoot through his body, a sharp, burning sensation that made him gasp in pain. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's just a taste of what's to come, Mikey. But don't worry. I have faith in you. I know you can learn to act like an adult." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra led him back into the playroom. He knew what was coming, and he was terrified. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face the consequences. Miss Sierra gestured to the table, where the cookie still sat. "Now, Mikey, you're going to sit at the table and not eat the cookie. And every time you reach for it, I'm going to press this button." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face the punishment. He sat down at the table, his hands shaking with fear. The next hour was a nightmare. Every time Mikey reached for the cookie, Miss Sierra would press the button, and he would be jolted with pain. He tried to resist, tried to act like an adult, but the cookie was too tempting. He would reach for it, and then the pain would come, and he would be forced to pull his hand back. By the end of the hour, Mikey was covered in sweat, his body shaking with pain and exhaustion. He had failed the trial, and now he knew what the consequences were. Miss Sierra stood up and walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She leaned down and unfastened the shock collar, and Mikey felt a wave of relief wash over him. But the relief was short-lived. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "That's just the beginning, Mikey. You still have many more trials to face. And if you fail any of them, well..." She paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's just say the punishment will be even worse." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of despair wash over him. He had failed the trial, and now he would have to face even more punishment. He knew he couldn't handle it, knew he couldn't go through with this. But he also knew he had no choice. He had signed the contract, and now he was at Miss Sierra's mercy. As Miss Sierra led him out of the playroom, Mikey knew that this night was going to be one he would never forget. He just hoped he could handle whatever came next. Chapter 2: Mikey followed Miss Sierra down another brightly colored hallway, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The shock collar still hung heavy around his neck, a constant reminder of the pain he had just endured. He could feel the sting of the shocks lingering on his skin, a harsh contrast to the playful decor that surrounded him. Miss Sierra led him into a room filled with soft mats and colorful pillows. A large plastic sheet was laid out in the center, and a small table with a cup of water sat beside it. The room was designed to look like a cozy nursery, but Mikey saw it for what it was: a trap. "Welcome to the bladder test, Mikey," Miss Sierra said, her voice sweet as honey but with a sharp edge that sent shivers down his spine. "In this trial, you will be required to hold your pee in until I say you can go. If you wet your diaper, you fail the trial." Mikey's eyes widened. "But I... I don't think I can do that." Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "Oh, Mikey, don't be so defeatist. I have faith in you. Now, let's get started." She gestured for him to sit on the plastic sheet. Mikey did as he was told, his body tensing as he sat down. The plastic sheet crinkled beneath him, a sound that sent a wave of childish memories crashing over him. He pushed them away, trying to focus on the task at hand. Miss Sierra picked up the cup of water and handed it to him. "Drink up, Mikey. It'll help with the test." Mikey took the cup from her, his hand shaking slightly. He took a sip, the cool water doing little to ease the tension in his body. He handed the cup back to Miss Sierra, his eyes never leaving her face. Miss Sierra set the cup down on the table and clapped her hands together. "Alright, Mikey, let's get this party started." She walked over to a stereo system in the corner of the room and turned it on. A peppy children's song filled the room, the high-pitched voices and catchy tune grating on Mikey's nerves. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the noise. Miss Sierra came back over to him, a mischievous glint in her eye. She knelt down beside him and began to tickle him, her fingers dancing over his ribs with a speed and precision that made him gasp with laughter. "Stop it, Miss Sierra," Mikey said, trying to push her hands away. "I can't... I can't hold it if you keep doing that." Miss Sierra just laughed, her fingers never slowing. "Oh, Mikey, where's your sense of fun? This is just the beginning." She stood up and walked over to a basket filled with toys. She pulled out a small plastic xylophone and walked back over to him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Let's play a game, Mikey," she said, sitting down beside him and setting the xylophone on her lap. "You hold your pee in, and I'll play you a song. But for every note I play, you have to drink a sip of water. Sound like fun?" Mikey's eyes widened in horror. "But... but that's not fair. I can't hold it if I drink that much water." Miss Sierra just smiled, her fingers already poised over the xylophone keys. "All the more reason to try, Mikey. Come on, let's play." Mikey knew he didn't have a choice. He clenched his teeth and nodded, his body already tensing in anticipation of the pain. Miss Sierra began to play a simple tune, her fingers dancing over the keys with a skill that belied her cruelty. For every note she played, Mikey had to take a sip of water. The cup was soon empty, and Miss Sierra refilled it, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. Mikey's bladder was already full, the pressure building with each sip of water. He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself from the discomfort. He thought about Morgan, about how she would laugh at him if she knew what he was going through. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. The thought of Miss Sierra punishing him sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He had to resist the urge to pee, had to act like an adult. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. He squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body betraying him as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra watched him with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. She stood up and walked over to a small shelf, where a collection of stuffed animals sat. She picked up a large teddy bear and walked back over to Mikey, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You know what, Mikey?" she said, sitting down beside him and setting the teddy bear on her lap. "I think you need a little help to hold it in." She reached into the teddy bear's belly and pulled out a small, black device. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he recognized it. It was a kegel exerciser, a device used to strengthen the pelvic floor muscles. But Miss Sierra had other plans. "This little gadget is going to help you hold it in, Mikey," she said, holding the device up for him to see. "It's called a kegel exerciser, and it's going to make sure you don't wet your diaper." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra inserted the device into his Barney diaper, the cold plastic sending a shiver down his spine. She turned it on, and Mikey felt a strange sensation in his bladder, a tightening that made him gasp with discomfort. "There you go, Mikey," Miss Sierra said, patting him on the back. "Now you have no excuse to wet your diaper. Let's see how long you can hold it in." Mikey clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort. He knew he couldn't let this device win, knew he had to resist the urge to pee. He thought about Morgan, about how proud she would be if he passed this trial. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. The kegel exerciser was doing its job, but it was also making the discomfort worse. Mikey squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body tensing as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. She reached into the basket of toys and pulled out a small, plastic rattle. She shook it in front of Mikey's face, the noise grating on his nerves. "Look what I have, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet as honey. "A little toy for you to play with. But you can only have it if you ask nicely." Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the toy. He didn't want it, didn't want to give in to her games. But as the minutes ticked by, the discomfort in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. "Please, Miss Sierra," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I have the toy?" Miss Sierra's smile never wavered. "Of course, Mikey. But you have to say 'please' like a good little boy." Mikey took a deep breath, his body tensing with humiliation. "Please, Miss Sierra," he said, his voice shaking with defeat. "Can I have the toy?" Miss Sierra's smile widened, and she handed him the rattle. Mikey took it from her, his hand shaking with embarrassment. He looked down at the toy, his heart pounding in his chest. He had given in, had let her win. But as he looked up at Miss Sierra, he saw the cruelty in her eyes, saw the pleasure she took in his humiliation. He knew he couldn't let her win, knew he had to resist the urge to pee. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort. He thought about Morgan, about how she would laugh at him if she knew what he was going through. He thought about the humiliation of failing, of being forced to stay here longer, of being punished by Miss Sierra. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. The kegel exerciser was doing its job, but it was also making the discomfort worse. Mikey squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body tensing as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. She stood up and walked over to the stereo system, turning the music up louder. The children's song blared through the room, the high-pitched voices and catchy tune grating on Mikey's nerves. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the noise, trying to block out the discomfort. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became too much to bear. He felt his body betraying him, felt the warmth spreading through his diaper. He looked down in horror, his eyes widening as he saw the dark stain spreading across the front of his Barney pants. Miss Sierra turned around and saw the stain, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Looks like someone had an accident." Mikey's heart sank, and he felt a wave of shame wash over him. He had failed the trial, had given in to the discomfort and the humiliation. He had let Miss Sierra win. Miss Sierra walked over to him, her heels clicking on the floor. She knelt down beside him, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I'm sorry, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet as honey but with a sharp edge that sent shivers down his spine. "But you failed the trial. And now, you must face the punishment." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra reached into the basket of toys and pulled out a small, plastic bottle. He recognized it immediately, his body tensing with fear. It was a bottle of warm water, and he knew what was coming. "Please, Miss Sierra," he said, his voice shaking with defeat. "Don't do this." But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes never leaving his face. "Oh, Mikey," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You know the rules. If you fail the trial, you have to face the punishment. And this time, I think we need to take things up a notch." She unscrewed the cap of the bottle and held it up to his face, the warm water sloshing inside. Mikey's eyes widened in horror, and he tried to back away from her, but the kegel exerciser in his diaper made it impossible to move. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Relax, Mikey," she said, her voice soothing. "This won't hurt a bit. In fact, I think you might even enjoy it." She tilted the bottle up and poured the warm water over his crotch, the liquid soaking through his Barney diaper and spreading across his lap. Mikey gasped with shock, his body tensing as the warmth spread through him. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes never leaving his face. "There you go, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet as honey. "A little reward for your hard work. Now, let's see how long you can hold it in this time." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra stood up and walked over to the stereo system, turning the music up even louder. The children's song blared through the room, the high-pitched voices and catchy tune grating on his nerves. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the noise, trying to block out the discomfort. But as the minutes ticked by, the pressure in his bladder became harder and harder to ignore. The warm water in his diaper made it even worse, the liquid soaking through his clothes and spreading across his lap. He squirmed on the plastic sheet, his body tensing as he tried to hold it in. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. She knew she was winning, knew that it was only a matter of time before Mikey gave in. And as the minutes turned into hours, Mikey knew that she was right. He was going to give in, was going to fail the trial, was going to be forced to stay here longer and face even more punishment. He knew he couldn't handle it, knew he couldn't go through with this. But he also knew he had no choice. He had signed the contract, had agreed to abide by Miss Sierra's rules, had given her full control over him while he was here. And as the warmth spread through him, as the discomfort became unbearable, he knew that he was at her mercy. And as he looked up at her, he saw the cruelty in her eyes, saw the pleasure she took in his humiliation. And he knew that he was in for a long, long night. The warmth spreading through Mikey's diaper was accompanied by an intense, uncomfortable heat in his cheeks. He had failed the bladder test, and now, Miss Sierra was going to make sure he knew the consequences of his failure. He felt a shiver of fear run down his spine as she loomed over him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction that sent a wave of dread crashing over him. "Up you go, Mikey," Miss Sierra commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. She extended a hand towards him, her fingers curled in a way that brooked no argument. Mikey hesitantly took her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet. His body felt heavy, the weight of his wet diaper and the humiliation of his failure dragging him down. Miss Sierra guided him over to a small, padded bench that he hadn't noticed before. It was shaped like a large, oversized baby's high chair, complete with a tray table that could be lowered or raised. The seat was covered in a soft, padded material that looked inviting, but Mikey knew better than to be fooled by appearances. Miss Sierra lowered the tray table and gestured for him to sit down. "Climb up, Mikey," she said, her voice sweet but with an edge that made his heart race. He swallowed hard and climbed onto the bench, the plastic of his diaper crinkling loudly with each movement. He sat down, his hands trembling as he gripped the edges of the tray table. Miss Sierra stood in front of him, her eyes never leaving his face. She reached into the basket of toys and pulled out a small, plastic baby bib. She walked over to him and secured the bib around his neck, cinching it tightly so that it caught the drool that had begun to drip from the corners of his mouth. Mikey felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he looked down at the brightly colored bib, the image of a cartoon teddy bear grinning up at him. "There you go, Mikey," Miss Sierra said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "All ready for your punishment." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra walked around to his side and positioned herself behind him. She gripped his shoulders and pushed him gently forward, so that his chest was resting against the tray table. He could feel the cold, hard plastic digging into his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth and wetness of his diaper. He felt Miss Sierra's hands on his back, unfastening the Velcro tabs of his plastic pants. The pants slipped down his legs, the plastic crinkling loudly as it slid over his wet diaper. Mikey felt a rush of embarrassment as the cool air hit his exposed skin, the sensation only heightening his awareness of his humiliating predicament. Miss Sierra's hands gripped his hips, her fingers digging into his skin as she positioned him over her lap. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through her clothing, a stark contrast to the cold plastic of the tray table. He tensed, bracing himself for the inevitable pain. "Relax, Mikey," Miss Sierra cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This won't hurt a bit. In fact, I think you might even enjoy it." He felt her hand slide across his diaper-clad bottom, the touch light and teasing. He tensed, his body rigid with anticipation and fear. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be spanked like a naughty child. The first smack came suddenly, the sound of her hand connecting with his diaper echoing through the room. He gasped, the shock of the impact sending a jolt through his body. The pain was immediate and intense, the warmth spreading through him like a wildfire. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort, trying to maintain his composure. Miss Sierra didn't waste any time, her hand rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Each smack sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over him, the warmth in his diaper growing with each impact. He could hear the crinkling of the plastic, the sound a harsh reminder of his humiliating predicament. "Say 'thank you, Miss Sierra'," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Mikey hesitated, his pride warring with his desire to avoid further punishment. But he knew better than to disobey her. He took a deep breath and forced the words out, his voice shaking with humiliation. "Thank you, Miss Sierra," he whispered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. Miss Sierra's hand continued to rise and fall, each smack harder than the last. The pain was intense, the warmth in his diaper growing with each impact. He could feel the wetness spreading, the liquid soaking through the plastic and seeping into his clothes. "Say 'I'm a good little boy'," Miss Sierra commanded, her voice dripping with cruelty. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest, the humiliation of the words almost too much to bear. But he knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath and forced the words out, his voice shaking with defeat. "I'm a good little boy," he said, the words tasting like poison in his mouth. Miss Sierra's hand continued to rise and fall, each smack harder than the last. The pain was intense, the warmth in his diaper growing with each impact. He could feel the wetness spreading, the liquid soaking through the plastic and seeping into his clothes. He could feel the drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, the plastic bib catching it and holding it against his chin. He could taste the saltiness of it, the bitter reminder of his defeat and humiliation. He felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as he realized that he was drooling like a baby, his body betraying him in the most humiliating of ways. He clenched his fists, trying to block out the discomfort, trying to maintain his composure. But it was no use. The pain was too much, the humiliation too great. He felt a sob welling up in his throat, the tears stinging his eyes as he fought to hold them back. "Please, Miss Sierra," he begged, his voice shaking with defeat. "Please, stop." Miss Sierra's hand paused in mid-air, her fingers still gripping the back of his diaper. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Not until you've learned your lesson, Mikey," she whispered, her voice like ice. "Not until you've learned to control that bladder of yours." She straightened up, her hand rising again. Mikey braced himself for the impact, his body tensing in anticipation. But the smack never came. Instead, he felt her hand slide across his diaper, the touch soothing and gentle. "There, there, Mikey," she cooed, her voice soft and soothing. "It's all over now. You've been such a good little boy, taking your punishment like a champ." Mikey felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him as he realized that she was right. He had taken his punishment like a champ, had endured the pain and humiliation without complaint. He had let her reduce him to a whimpering, drooling mess, had let her treat him like a naughty child. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, the saltiness stinging his skin. He was defeated, broken, reduced to nothing more than a pathetic shell of the man he once was. And as Miss Sierra continued to soothe him, to stroke his diaper-clad bottom as if he were a small child, he knew that he had lost more than just a game. He had lost himself. Chapter 3: Mikey's body trembled slightly as he sat on Miss Sierra's lap, the warmth from the spanking still lingering on his bottom. He felt small, vulnerable, and utterly humiliated. But there was something else, something that made his heart race and his stomach churn with a mix of dread and anticipation. He knew that this was far from over. Miss Sierra wrapped her arms around him, her hands resting on his waist. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice soft but firm, "what did you do in your diaper like a baby?" Mikey hesitated, the words sticking in his throat. He knew what she wanted, what she expected. He took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and forced the words out. "Me pee-pee in my diapey," he said, his voice high-pitched and childish, the words sounding absurd and humiliating coming from his adult mouth. Miss Sierra cooed, her hands rubbing his back in a soothing, patronizing gesture. "That's a good little boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, listen carefully, Mikey. You've lost two trials now. That means you have some baby tasks to complete until the trials are over." Mikey's heart sank, a cold dread washing over him. He knew what was coming, knew that his humiliation was far from over. He braced himself, steeling himself for whatever Miss Sierra was about to throw at him. "You must wet your diapers three times a day," Miss Sierra said, her voice firm and unyielding. Mikey's eyes widened in shock, but he knew better than to protest. He nodded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You must eat in a highchair for all your meals," Miss Sierra continued, her voice brooking no argument. Mikey felt a wave of humiliation crash over him, the image of himself sitting in a highchair like a toddler making his stomach churn. "And," Miss Sierra said, her voice slow and deliberate, "you must suck on a pacifier whenever you're not eating or drinking. Understand, baby Mikey?" Mikey felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him. He knew what she wanted, what she expected. He took a deep breath, his voice shaking with humiliation as he forced the words out. "Y-yes, Miss Sierra," he said, his voice high-pitched and childish. "I understand, baby Mikey." Miss Sierra cooed, her hands rubbing his back in a soothing, patronizing gesture. "That's a good little boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's get you ready for your first baby task, shall we?" She lifted him off her lap, her hands gripping his hips as she positioned him over her knee. She pulled his diaper down, the cool air hitting his exposed skin, the sensation intensifying his awareness of his humiliating predicament. He felt her fingers probing his waistband, the touch intimate and intrusive. He tensed, his body rigid as she pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, leaving him exposed and vulnerable. She picked him up, cradling him in her arms like a baby. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of being held like an infant making his stomach churn. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the sight that greeted him. A large, plastic-coated changing table stood in the corner of the room, the surface covered in a soft, padded material. It was raised off the ground, with a set of steps leading up to it. There was a safety belt attached to the side, the buckle gleaming in the harsh fluorescent light. Miss Sierra laid him down on the changing table, her hands firm and unyielding as she positioned him in the center. She buckled the safety belt around his waist, the click of the buckle echoing through the room like a gunshot. She stood up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she looked down at him. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for your first baby task. You need to wet your diaper." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but I can't," he stammered, his voice shaking with humiliation. "I can't just... just pee in my diaper." Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "You can and you will, Mikey," she said, her voice brooking no argument. "Or else you'll be punished again. And trust me, you don't want that." Mikey felt a shudder run down his spine at the thought of another spanking. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra walked over to a small cabinet in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened the cabinet, revealing a collection of baby bottles, pacifiers, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a bottle, the liquid inside sloshing gently as she moved. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. "Drink this, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It'll help you wet your diaper." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but what is it?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Just a little something to help you along," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Now, drink up, baby Mikey." Mikey hesitated, the bottle dangling from his fingers as he looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his stomach churning with dread as he tipped the bottle to his lips and began to drink. The liquid was sweet and cloying, the taste vaguely familiar but unpleasant. He forced himself to swallow, the liquid sloshing in his stomach as he drank. He could feel the warmth spreading through him, the sensation intensifying as he finished the bottle and handed it back to Miss Sierra. She took the bottle from him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if that helps." She unbuckled the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she position him on his back. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she pulled his diaper up, the plastic crinkling loudly as she fastened the tabs. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he looked down at himself, the sight of the diaper covering his groin making his stomach churn. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be reduced to nothing more than a pathetic, incontinent baby. Miss Sierra stood up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she looked down at him. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for you to wet your diaper. Like a good little baby." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his body trembling as he tried to force himself to relieve himself. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go. He felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him, the realization that he was unable to comply with her demands making his heart race. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes narrowing as she saw the panic in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Not going so well, is it, baby Mikey?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be punished for his failure. He braced himself, steeling himself for the pain and humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra walked over to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened it, revealing a collection of baby toys, rattles, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a small, plastic rattle, the bright colors and cheerful design a stark contrast to the malice in her eyes. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She held the rattle up, her hand shaking it gently so that the beads inside rattled loudly. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to play with this while you try to wet your diaper. Maybe that will help." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took the rattle from her, his hands shaking as he began to shake it gently. He looked down at himself, the sight of the diaper covering his groin making his stomach churn. He tried to force himself to relax, tried to block out the humiliation and the panic that was threatening to overwhelm him. He shook the rattle, the sound filling the room as he tried to focus on the task at hand. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He took a deep breath, trying to will himself to go, trying to force his body to comply with her demands. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go. He felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him, the realization that he was unable to comply with her demands making his heart race. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes narrowing as she saw the panic in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Not going so well, is it, baby Mikey?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Maybe you need a little more help." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew what was coming, knew that she was about to make things even worse. He braced himself, steeling himself for the humiliation and the pain that was about to come. Miss Sierra walked over to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened it, revealing a collection of baby toys, rattles, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a small, plastic vibrator, the bright colors and cheerful design a stark contrast to the malice in her eyes. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She held the vibrator up, her hand shaking it gently so that the beads inside rattled loudly. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to use this to help you go. Maybe that will do the trick." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but I can't," he stammered, his voice shaking with humiliation. "I can't... I can't do that." Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "You can and you will, Mikey," she said, her voice brooking no argument. "Or else you'll be punished again. And trust me, you don't want that." Mikey felt a shudder run down his spine at the thought of another spanking. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took the vibrator from her, his hands shaking as he looked down at it, the sight of the brightly colored toy making his stomach churn. He hesitated, the vibrator dangling from his fingers as he looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the humiliation that was about to come. He turned the vibrator on, the hum filling the room as he positioned it against his diaper-clad groin. He felt a shiver of humiliation run down his spine as he pressed the button, the vibrations coursing through him. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He tried to focus on the sensation, tried to will himself to go, tried to force his body to comply with her demands. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make himself go. He felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him, the realization that he was unable to comply with her demands making his heart race. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes narrowing as she saw the panic in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Not going so well, is it, baby Mikey?" she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Maybe you need a little more help." She walked over to the cabinet, her hips swaying with a cruel, mocking sensuality. She opened it, revealing a collection of baby toys, rattles, and other infant paraphernalia. She picked up a small, plastic syringe, the bright colors and cheerful design a stark contrast to the malice in her eyes. She walked back over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She held the syringe up, her hand shaking it gently so that the liquid inside sloshed loudly. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "I want you to drink this. It'll help you go." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "But... but what is it?" he asked, his voice shaking with fear. Miss Sierra smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Just a little something to help you along, baby Mikey," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Now, drink up." Mikey hesitated, the syringe dangling from his fingers as he looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his stomach churning with dread as he tipped the syringe to his lips and began to drink. The liquid was bitter and unpleasant, the taste making his stomach churn. He forced himself to swallow, the liquid sloshing in his stomach as he finished the syringe and handed it back to Miss Sierra. She took the syringe from him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if that helps." She unbuckled the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she positioned him on his back. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she pulled his diaper up, the plastic crinkling loudly as she fastened the tabs. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be reduced to nothing more than a pathetic, incontinent baby. Miss Sierra stood up, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she looked down at him. "Now, Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for you to wet your diaper. Like a good little baby." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath, his body trembling as he tried to force himself to go. And then, suddenly, he felt it. The warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently, began to spread, the sensation intensifying as he felt the wetness soaking through his diaper. He looked down, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he saw the dark patch spreading across the front of his diaper. He felt a wave of humiliation wash over him, the realization that he had finally complied with her demands making his heart race. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" She unbuckled the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him off the changing table. She carried him over to the sink, her arms cradling him like a baby. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of being held like an infant making his stomach churn. She laid him down on the counter, her hands firm and unyielding as she unfastened his diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she pulled it away. He felt the cool air hit his exposed skin, the sensation intensifying his awareness of his humiliating predicament. She picked up a washcloth, the soft material contrasting with the harsh, clinical feel of the room. She wet it under the faucet, the water running over her hands as she wrung it out. She began to wash him, her touch gentle but firm, her hands soothing but patronizing. He felt a shudder run down his spine as she washed his groin, the touch intimate and intrusive. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she finished cleaning him and began to dry him off. She picked up a fresh diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she opened it. She positioned him on his back, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted his legs and slipped the diaper underneath him. She fastened the tabs, the plastic crinkling loudly as she secured it in place. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she lifted him off the counter and carried him over to the highchair. She sat him down, her hands firm and unyielding as she buckled the safety belt around his waist. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she walked over to the cabinet and picked up a pacifier. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving his face as she held the pacifier up to his lips. "Suck on this, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "And don't take it out until I tell you to." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the pacifier from her and began to suck on it. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of the pacifier in his mouth making his stomach churn. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can keep that pacifier in until dinner time." She walked over to the cabinet and picked up a bottle, the liquid inside sloshing gently as she moved. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face as she held the bottle up to his lips. "Drink up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to need your strength for the rest of your baby tasks." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the bottle from her and began to drink. He knew that this was just the beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply with her demands, all he could do was play the part of the good little baby. As he drank, he felt a shiver run down his spine, the realization that he was truly and utterly at her mercy making his heart race. He knew that he was in for a long, humiliating day, knew that he was going to be pushed to his limits and beyond. But he also knew that he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands, no matter how degrading or humiliating they were. And so, with the pacifier in his mouth and the bottle in his hands, Mikey sat in the highchair, his body trembling with fear and uncertainty as he prepared for the rest of his baby tasks. He knew that the day was only just beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply, all he could do was be a good little baby for Miss Sierra. Mikey's eyes widened in alarm as Miss Sierra carried him to the highchair, her grip firm and unyielding. He tried to struggle, but his body was still weak and shaky from his previous ordeals. He looked up at the highchair, the sight of it sending a shiver of dread down his spine. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. Miss Sierra set him down in the highchair, her hands firm and unyielding as she fastened the safety belt around his waist. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty, as she secured the tray table in place and made sure his bib was in place. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as he looked down at the bib, the sight of the brightly colored plastic making his stomach churn. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be reduced to nothing more than a pathetic, incontinent baby. Miss Sierra picked up a spoon and a small bowl of baby food, the sight of it making Mikey's stomach churn. She walked over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving his face as she held the spoon up to his lips. "Open up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for your dinner." Mikey hesitated, his pride warring with his desire to avoid further punishment. But he knew better than to disobey her. He took a deep breath and forced his mouth open, his body tensing as he braced himself for the humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra inserted the spoon into his mouth, the tiny morsel of food hitting his tongue with an unpleasant, textureless sensation. He tried to chew, tried to swallow, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the lump in his throat, could feel the saliva building up in his mouth as he struggled to force it down. Miss Sierra watched him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she saw the discomfort in his face. She smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that sent a shiver of dread down his spine. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "You can do it. You're such a good little boy." Mikey forced himself to swallow, the food slipping down his throat with a gagging sensation. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she fed him another spoonful of the disgusting food. He tried to keep up, tried to force himself to eat like a good little baby, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the lump in his throat growing, could feel the saliva building up in his mouth as he struggled to keep up with her pace. Some of the food missed his mouth, spilling over his chin and onto his bib. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the sight of the food smeared across the plastic. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the realization that he was failing in his task, that he was not being a good little baby, making his heart race. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as she saw the frustration in his face. She leaned down, her voice dripping with condescension as she wiped the food from his chin with her finger. "There, there, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Don't worry about the mess. That's what bibs are for, after all." She straightened up, her eyes never leaving his face as she continued to feed him the disgusting food. Mikey felt a shiver of dread run down his spine as he realized that she was going to make him eat every last bite. He forced himself to swallow, to keep up with her pace, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the lump in his throat growing, could feel the saliva building up in his mouth as he struggled to keep up with her pace. When the bowl was finally empty, Miss Sierra set it down on the tray table and picked up a baby bottle. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with dread as he saw the sight of the bottle. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. Miss Sierra unscrewed the cap of the bottle and held it up to his lips. "Drink up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to need your strength for the rest of your baby tasks." Mikey hesitated, the sight of the bottle making his stomach churn. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth as he began to drink. He could feel the warmth spreading through him, could feel the sensation of his bladder filling up as he drank. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as he finished the bottle and handed it back to her. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can handle another bottle." She unscrewed the cap of another bottle and held it up to his lips. Mikey hesitated, the sight of the bottle making his stomach churn. He knew he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth as he began to drink. He could feel the warmth spreading through him, could feel the sensation of his bladder filling up as he drank. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty, as he realized that he was going to have to drink another entire bottle. He forced himself to keep drinking, to keep up with her pace, but his body rebelled against the strange, unnatural food. He could feel the warmth in his stomach, the liquid sloshing gently as he moved. He took a deep breath, trying to block out the discomfort, trying to maintain his composure. But it was no use. The warmth in his stomach was becoming unbearable, the sensation of his bladder filling up making him squirm in his seat. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the dark patch spreading across the front of his diaper. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. She set the bottle down on the tray table and walked around to his side, her hands firm and unyielding as she began to pat his diaper. "There, there, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Have you had an accident, baby? Did you wet your diaper?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. "No," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't wet my diaper." Miss Sierra's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "Are you sure about that, baby Mikey?" she asked, her voice dripping with suspicion. "Because I think you might be telling fibs." She reached down and pressed on his diaper, her fingers probing the wet patch. Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the truth. He had wet his diaper, had soiled himself like a pathetic, incontinent baby. "I... I'm sorry, Miss Sierra," he stammered, his voice shaking with humiliation. "I didn't mean to. I swear." Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's okay, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Accidents happen. But you know what that means, don't you?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be punished for his failure. He braced himself, steeling himself for the humiliation that was about to come. Miss Sierra unfastened the safety belt, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him out of the highchair. She carried him over to the changing table, her grip tight and unyielding as she positioned him on the table. She unfastened his diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she pulled it away. Mikey felt the cool air hit his exposed skin, the sensation intensifying his awareness of his humiliating predicament. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the dark stain spreading across the front of his diaper. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the realization that he had truly failed, that he had soiled himself like a pathetic, incontinent baby, making his heart race. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" She picked up a washcloth, the soft material contrasting with the harsh, clinical feel of the room. She wet it under the faucet, the water running over her hands as she wrung it out. She began to wash him, her touch gentle but firm, her hands soothing but patronizing. He felt a shudder run down his spine as she washed his groin, the touch intimate and intrusive. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she finished cleaning him and began to dry him off. She picked up a fresh diaper, the plastic crinkling loudly as she opened it. She positioned him on his back, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted his legs and slipped the diaper underneath him. She fastened the tabs, the plastic crinkling loudly as she secured it in place. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat, as she lifted him off the changing table and carried him back to the highchair. She sat him down, her hands firm and unyielding as she buckled the safety belt around his waist. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as she walked over to the cabinet and picked up a pacifier. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving his face as she held the pacifier up to his lips. "Suck on this, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "And don't take it out until I tell you to." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the pacifier from her and began to suck on it. He felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him, the sensation of the pacifier in his mouth making his stomach churn. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's a good little baby," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's see if you can keep that pacifier in until dinner time." She walked over to the cabinet and picked up a bottle, the liquid inside sloshing gently as she moved. She walked back over to the highchair, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face as she held the bottle up to his lips. "Drink up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice firm and unyielding. "You're going to need your strength for the rest of your baby tasks." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat as he took the bottle from her and began to drink. He knew that this was just the beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply with her demands, all he could do was play the part of the good little baby. As he drank, he felt a shiver run down his spine, the realization that he was truly and utterly at her mercy making his heart race. He knew that she was going to push him to his limits and beyond, knew that she was going to humiliate him in ways he could never have imagined. But he also knew that he had no choice, knew that he had to comply with her demands, no matter how degrading or humiliating they were. And so, with the pacifier in his mouth and the bottle in his hands, Mikey sat in the highchair, his body trembling with fear and uncertainty as he prepared for the rest of his baby tasks. He knew that the day was only just beginning, knew that his humiliation was far from over. But for now, all he could do was comply, all he could do was be a good little baby for Miss Sierra. Chapter 4: Mikey's body trembled with a mix of fear and exhaustion as Miss Sierra led him away from the highchair. The pacifier still nestled in his mouth, and the unpleasant taste of baby food lingered on his tongue. His diaper was fresh and dry, but the memory of his previous humiliation was still raw and fresh. He couldn't believe he had wet himself like a baby, and the thought of what was to come next sent a shiver down his spine. Miss Sierra guided him towards a large crib in the corner of the room. It was unlike any crib he had ever seen. The sides were high and sturdy, designed to keep an adult contained, and the mattress was thick and padded, with soft, pastel-colored sheets. It looked like a giant's cradle, or a prison for grown men reduced to infancy. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as Miss Sierra stopped in front of the crib. She looked down at him, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Time for your nap, baby Mikey," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "You've been a good little boy today, haven't you?" Mikey hesitated, the pacifier muffling his reply. He could only nod, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. Miss Sierra smiled, a cruel, mocking smile that made his heart race. "That's right, baby," she cooed. "You've been such a good little boy. Now, it's time for your reward." She lifted him up and placed him gently into the crib. Mikey's body sank into the soft mattress, the sides looming above him like walls of a prison. Miss Sierra leaned over, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position, tucking the blanket around him. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. He tried to speak, to plead with her, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This is just the beginning. You're going to love this, trust me." She straightened up and walked over to a small table next to the crib. On it sat a small, old-fashioned radio, the kind with a dial and a single speaker. She picked it up and carried it over to the crib, her eyes never leaving Mikey's face. She set the radio down on the floor next to the crib and turned it on. A soft, soothing melody filled the room, the kind of music that was supposed to lull babies to sleep. But Mikey knew that there was more to it than that. He could hear the subtle undertones, the hypnotic rhythm that was designed to do more than just put him to sleep. Miss Sierra leaned over, her voice low and conspiratorial. "This is a special radio, baby Mikey," she said. "It's going to help you get the best night's sleep of your life. And who knows? Maybe you'll have an accident in your diaper. Wouldn't that be fun?" Mikey's eyes widened in alarm, but Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby," she cooed. "You'll love it. Trust me." She turned up the volume slightly, the music filling the room with its hypnotic rhythm. Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as he listened to the music, the pacifier in his mouth making him feel even more helpless and vulnerable. He tried to block out the music, tried to resist the hypnotic rhythm. But it was no use. The music was insidious, seeping into his mind and clouding his thoughts. He could feel the tension in his body beginning to ease, could feel the exhaustion from his earlier ordeals catching up with him. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Just relax. Let the music guide you. Let it take you to a place of peace and comfort." Mikey tried to resist, tried to maintain his composure. But the music was too much, the hypnotic rhythm too powerful. He could feel his body beginning to relax, could feel the tension in his muscles easing away. And then, he heard the voice. It was soft and soothing, like the voice of an angel, but with an underlying edge that sent a shiver down his spine. "Hello there, little one," it said. "I am the voice of your subconscious. I am here to guide you, to help you let go of your inhibitions and embrace your true self." Mikey's eyes widened in alarm, but it was too late. The voice had already taken hold of him, had already begun to weave its spell. He could feel the music and the voice working together, their hypnotic rhythm guiding him deeper and deeper into a state of trance. "You are a baby, little one," the voice said, its tone gentle but firm. "You are a helpless, innocent baby, with no control over your body or your actions. You are at the mercy of your caregivers, and you must obey their commands without question." Mikey tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as the voice continued to guide him. "You are a baby, little one," the voice said again. "And as a baby, you have certain needs. You need to eat, to drink, to sleep, and to wet your diaper. These are the natural, instinctual needs of a baby, and you must obey them without question." Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as the voice spoke, the words resonating deep within him. He could feel the truth of them, could feel the primal, instinctual needs of his body beginning to surface. "You are thirsty, little one," the voice said, its tone soothing and comforting. "You need to drink, to quench your thirst. And as a baby, you drink from a bottle. So, reach out and take the bottle that is beside you. Drink deeply, little one, and let the warm, sweet liquid fill your body." Mikey hesitated, his mind clouded and his body limp. But the voice was insistent, its command echoing through his mind like a drumbeat. He reached out, his hand groping in the darkness until it closed around the cool, plastic nipple of the bottle. He brought it to his lips and began to drink, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He could feel the liquid spreading through his body, could feel the sensation of his bladder filling up as he drank. The voice continued to guide him, its hypnotic rhythm lulling him deeper and deeper into a state of trance. "You are tired, little one," it said, its tone soothing and comforting. "You need to sleep, to rest your weary body. And as a baby, you sleep in your crib, safe and secure, with your diaper keeping you dry and comfortable." Mikey felt his eyelids growing heavy, his body relaxing even further as the voice spoke. He could feel the exhaustion from his earlier ordeals catching up with him, could feel the warm, fuzzy sensation of the hypnosis taking hold. "You are a good little baby," the voice said, its tone gentle but firm. "You are a good little baby who does as he is told. And now, it is time for you to wet your diaper. You need to let go, little one. You need to release the warm, comforting sensation of your bladder emptying itself into your diaper." Mikey felt a shiver run down his spine as the voice spoke, the words resonating deep within him. He could feel the truth of them, could feel the primal, instinctual needs of his body beginning to surface. He tried to resist, tried to block out the voice and maintain control of his body. But it was no use. The hypnosis was too powerful, the voice too insistent. He could feel the warmth in his bladder, could feel the sensation of it filling up, of it pressing against the walls of his diaper. And then, with a sigh of defeat, he let go. The warm, comforting sensation of his bladder emptying itself into his diaper was overwhelming, the feeling of release and relief too much to bear. He could feel the wetness spreading, could feel the coolness of the liquid against his skin as it soaked into his diaper. The voice continued to guide him, its hypnotic rhythm lulling him deeper and deeper into a state of trance. "That's a good little baby," it said, its tone soothing and comforting. "You're such a good little baby, wetting your diaper just like you're supposed to. And now, it's time to sleep. Sleep deeply, little one, and let your dreams take you to a place of peace and comfort." Mikey's eyes fluttered closed, his body limp and his mind clouded. He could feel the exhaustion from his earlier ordeals catching up with him, could feel the warm, fuzzy sensation of the hypnosis taking hold. And as he drifted off to sleep, he could still hear the voice, its hypnotic rhythm guiding him, its words resonating deep within him. "You are a baby, little one," it said, its tone gentle but firm. "You are a helpless, innocent baby, with no control over your body or your actions. And as a baby, you have certain needs. Needs that you must obey without question. Needs that you must satisfy, no matter what it takes." Mikey slept deeply, his body limp and his mind clouded. And as he slept, he could still feel the voice, its hypnotic rhythm guiding him, its words resonating deep within him. And he knew, with a sense of inevitability and dread, that he was not the same person he had been before. That he was no longer a man, but a baby. A helpless, innocent baby, with no control over his body or his actions. And that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. Miss Sierra stood outside the room, a satisfied smile on her face as she listened to the voice on the radio. She knew that Mikey was in good hands, that the hypnosis would do its work and leave him a quivering, helpless mess. She closed the door, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the room. And as she walked away, she could still hear the voice, its hypnotic rhythm lulling Mikey deeper and deeper into a state of trance. And she knew, with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, that she had done her job well. That she had reduced another man to a helpless, incontinent baby, and that she would do it again, and again, and again. For now, though, she was content to leave Mikey to his nap, to his dreams, and to the voice that would guide him through the night. And as she walked away, she knew that when he woke up, he would be a different person. A baby, helpless and dependent, with no control over his body or his actions. And she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized the truth of what had happened to him. Mikey's dreams were filled with the gentle cooing of the voice from the radio, its hypnotic rhythm guiding him through a world of babyhood. He dreamt of being spoon-fed, of having his bottles filled with warm, sweet milk, and of being rocked to sleep in a giant cradle. The dreams were comforting, lulling him deeper and deeper into a state of peaceful oblivion. But then, the warmth in his diaper began to seep through his subconscious, a discomfort that grew with each passing moment. The voice, ever-present, seemed to whisper in his ear, "You are a baby, little one. And babies wet their diapers." The discomfort turned into a pressing need, a primal urge that he couldn't ignore. And so, in his dream state, Mikey let go, the warm sensation of his bladder releasing its contents into his diaper filling him with a sense of relief and comfort. He slept deeply, the voice and the warmth keeping him company. But eventually, even the most comfortable sleep must come to an end. Mikey drifted towards consciousness, the dream world fading away as the reality of his situation began to set in. The first thing he noticed was the warmth between his legs. It was a foreign sensation, uncomfortable and unfamiliar. He tried to move, to shift his position, but his body felt sluggish, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He opened his eyes, the room coming into focus gradually. He was in a crib, the sides looming above him like the walls of a prison. The memory of how he got there came flooding back, and with it, a sense of dread. He looked down towards the source of the warmth, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was soaked, the liquid having leaked out, leaving a dark, damp patch on the pastel-colored sheets beneath him. He tried to speak, to call out for help, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words, reducing him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Just then, the door to the room creaked open, and in walked Miss Sierra. She looked at him, a satisfied smile on her face as she took in the state of his diaper. She walked over to the crib, her footsteps echoing through the room. Mikey watched her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and embarrassment. Miss Sierra leaned over the crib, her hand reaching out to touch his diaper. Mikey flinched, trying to move away, but his body was still too sluggish, too slow to react. Miss Sierra's hand pressed against the soaked diaper, her fingers probing the inside, feeling the warmth and the wetness. "Ah, did my baby wet the bed?" she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Yes, he did. Yes, he did." She straightened up, her smile widening as she looked down at him. "And look, it leaked. We need to get my baby thicker diapers. Thicker diapers that will make you even waddle like a little baby." Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to her words, the reality of his situation sinking in. He was a grown man, reduced to wearing a soaked diaper, being talked to like a baby. He tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words, reducing him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. She reached into the crib, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him up. Mikey's body was limp, his limbs heavy and unresponsive. He felt like a rag doll, being moved and positioned at will. Miss Sierra carried him over to the changing table, her eyes never leaving his face. She set him down gently, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. He knew what was coming, knew that he was about to be subjected to yet another humiliating task. Miss Sierra leaned over, her hands working quickly and efficiently as she unfastened his soaked diaper. Mikey flinched, the cool air against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. He tried to turn away, to hide his nakedness, but Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't be shy, baby Mikey," she cooed. "I've seen it all before. And besides, you're just a baby, aren't you? Babies don't have anything to be shy about." She wiped him clean, her touch firm but gentle. Mikey tried to resist, tried to squirm away, but his body was still too sluggish, too slow to react. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra continued her task. She picked up a new diaper, thick and padded, with a bright, babyish print on the outside. Mikey looked at it, his eyes widening in alarm. It was a diaper designed for a baby, not a grown man. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "This is a special diaper, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "It's designed to keep you dry and comfortable, even when you have an accident. And with the thickness, you'll even waddle like a little baby." She slipped the diaper under him, the cool, crisp material against his skin sending a shiver down his spine. She fastened it securely, her hands working quickly and efficiently. Mikey could feel the thickness, could feel the way it pressed against his body, making it impossible for him to close his legs. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with shame and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "There you go, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "All clean and dry. And look, you're even waddling like a little baby." Mikey tried to move, to shift his position, but the thickness of the diaper made it difficult. He could feel the way it pressed against his body, could feel the way it forced his legs apart. He felt like a toddler, unsteady on his feet, his body awkward and uncoordinated. Miss Sierra helped him up, her hand firm and unyielding as she guided him off the changing table. Mikey stumbled, his body still sluggish and his limbs heavy. He could feel the wetness in his diaper, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Miss Sierra led him over to the highchair, her hand firm and unyielding on his arm. Mikey hesitated, the memory of his earlier ordeal still fresh in his mind. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "We're not going to do that again. Not yet, anyway." She helped him into the highchair, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body. He could feel the way it pressed against him, could feel the way it made him waddle like a toddler. He felt helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. Miss Sierra stood in front of him, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Now, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "It's time for your reward. You've been such a good little baby, and you deserve a treat." She walked over to the table, picking up a small, plastic bottle filled with a thick, white liquid. Mikey's eyes widened in alarm as he saw the bottle, the memory of his earlier ordeal still fresh in his mind. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This isn't baby food. This is something even better. This is a special drink, designed just for little babies like you." She walked over to him, the bottle in her hand. Mikey hesitated, his mind clouded and his body limp. But the voice in his head, the voice that had guided him through his hypnosis, was insistent. "Drink deeply, little one," it said, its tone soothing and comforting. "Let the warm, sweet liquid fill your body." And so, Mikey opened his mouth, the pacifier falling out as he accepted the bottle. He drank deeply, the warm, sweet liquid filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. He could feel it spreading through his body, could feel the way it seemed to ease the discomfort of his thick, babyish diaper. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "Drink up. And who knows? Maybe you'll have another accident in your diaper. Wouldn't that be fun?" Mikey's eyes widened in alarm, but it was too late. The voice in his head was insistent, its command echoing through his mind like a drumbeat. And so, he drank, the warm, sweet liquid filling his body, easing his discomfort, and guiding him deeper and deeper into a state of babyhood. As he drank, he could feel the thickness of his diaper, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He could feel the wetness, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. And he knew, with a sense of inevitability and dread, that he was no longer a man. That he was a baby, helpless and dependent, with no control over his body or his actions. And that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. Chapter 5: Mikey sipped at the bottle, the warm, sweet liquid coating his throat and settling in his belly. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a comforting sensation that eased the discomfort of his thick, babyish diaper. He looked up at Miss Sierra, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she watched him drink. "That's it, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice a soothing lullaby. "Drink up. You're doing so well." Mikey finished the bottle, his belly feeling full and heavy. He looked down, his eyes widening as he realized that the fullness wasn't from the drink. It was something else, something more primal and urgent. He felt a pressure in his lower abdomen, a sensation that was all too familiar, but one he hadn't experienced in years. Miss Sierra, sensing his discomfort, smiled and took the empty bottle from his hands. "All done, baby Mikey?" she asked, her voice still soothing but with an edge that made his heart race. He nodded, his eyes searching hers, seeking some hint of what was to come. She reached down, her hands firm and unyielding as she lifted him from the highchair. Mikey stumbled, his body still sluggish and his limbs heavy. He felt the thickness of his diaper, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. Miss Sierra led him over to a large, brightly colored contraption in the corner of the room. It was an adult baby bouncer, designed to look like a giant teddy bear, with a wide, plush seat and a set of handles for the occupant to grip. Mikey hesitated, his memory of his earlier ordeal still fresh in his mind. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge that made his heart race. "This isn't punishment. This is a treat. A special treat for a good little baby like you." She helped him into the bouncer, her hands firm and unyielding as she adjusted his position. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body. He could feel the pressure, could feel the way it was building, demanding to be released. Miss Sierra leaned over, her hands working quickly and efficiently as she secured him in place. Mikey felt the straps tighten around his waist and chest, holding him firmly in the seat. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and confusion. "Why am I in this?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Because my baby hasn't gone poopoo yet," she said, her voice sweet but with a sharp edge. "And this bouncer will help things along. Won't it, baby Mikey?" Mikey felt a sense of dread wash over him as he understood her meaning. He tried to move, to shift his position, but the straps held him firmly in place. He could only sit there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as the pressure in his abdomen continued to build. Miss Sierra started the bouncer, the seat moving up and down in a gentle, rhythmic motion. Mikey grunted, trying to resist, but his body was still too sluggish, too slow to react. He could only sit there, his body bouncing, as the pressure continued to build. He felt a sudden, intense urge, a primal need that he couldn't ignore. He tried to squeeze his legs together, to hold it in, but the thick diaper was too much of a barrier. He could feel the pressure building, could feel the way it demanded to be released. And then, with a sudden, uncontrollable force, it let go. Mikey grunted, his body tensing as the warm, wet sensation filled his diaper. He tried to squeeze his legs together, to hold it in, but it was too late. The bouncer continued its rhythmic motion, the seat bouncing him up and down, helping to spread the mess. Miss Sierra watched, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let it all out. Be a good little baby." Mikey felt the warmth spread, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a dark, wet patch, a testament to his loss of control. He tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words, reducing him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "This is just the beginning. You're going to be a very good little baby, aren't you?" Mikey could only sit there, his body bouncing in the seat, as the reality of his situation began to sink in. He was a grown man, reduced to wearing a soaked, poopy diaper, being talked to like a baby. He felt helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. Miss Sierra left him there, the bouncer continuing its rhythmic motion. Mikey could feel the mess, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. He looked around the room, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. And then, to his horror, he felt another sensation, another pressure building in his abdomen. He tried to resist, tried to hold it in, but the thick diaper was too much of a barrier. He could feel the pressure building, could feel the way it demanded to be released. He looked down, his eyes widening in alarm as he realized what was happening. He tried to grunt, to warn Miss Sierra, but the pacifier in his mouth muffled his words. He could only sit there, his body bouncing in the seat, as the pressure continued to build. Miss Sierra walked back into the room, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction as she saw the state of his diaper. "Well, well, well," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Looks like baby Mikey had an accident. And now, it seems, he's about to have another." Mikey felt the pressure release, felt the warm, wet sensation fill his diaper. He tried to tense, to hold it in, but it was too late. The bouncer continued its rhythmic motion, the seat bouncing him up and down, helping to spread the mess. Miss Sierra watched, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's it, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let it all out. Be a good little baby." Mikey felt the warmth spread, could feel the way it clung to his skin, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, horror, and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "There you go, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All nice and dirty, And now, it's time for your next treat. You've been such a good little baby, and you deserve a reward." Mikey could only sit there, his body bouncing in the seat, as Miss Sierra walked over to the table and picked up another bottle. He looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body, filled with his own waste. He felt helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. And yet, as Miss Sierra walked over to him, the bottle in her hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inevitability. He was a baby now, a helpless, dependent baby, with no control over his body or his actions. And as Miss Sierra removed the pacifier from his mouth, replacing it with the bottle, he knew that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. Miss Sierra unbuckled Mikey from the bouncer, her hands gentle but firm. She helped him to his feet, his thick diaper crinkling with each step. Mikey's legs wobbled, his body still not fully adjusted to the babyish movements and the weight of the diaper. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of dread and submission. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, taking his hand. "It's time for your nighttime routine." She led him across the room, his bare feet padding against the cool tile floor. He looked around, taking in the brightly colored walls and the array of babyish toys scattered around the room. It was a stark contrast to the world he was used to, a world where he was in control, where he was a grown man with a job and a girlfriend. But here, in this place, he was nothing more than a helpless, dependent baby, at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. They reached a large changing table, padded and soft, with a set of safety straps at the head and foot. Miss Sierra helped him up onto the table, his body still unsteady. She buckled him in, the straps tight around his waist and chest, holding him firmly in place. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick, babyish diaper that was now a part of his body. He could feel the warmth against his skin, could feel the way it clung to him, reminding him of his humiliation. Miss Sierra walked over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby supplies - diapers, wipes, creams, and plenty of other items that made Mikey's heart race. He tried to look away, tried to ignore the reality of his situation, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. Miss Sierra turned back to him, a fresh diaper in her hand. She walked over to the table, her heels clicking against the floor. She unfastened his soiled diaper, the thick, wet material parting to reveal his bare skin. Mikey flinched, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "I'm just going to clean you up. You've been such a good little baby today, and you deserve to be clean and dry." She wiped him down, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to squirm away from her touch. But the straps held him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to submit. He looked away, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. Miss Sierra finished cleaning him, her touch gentle but firm. She dried him off, then applied a thick layer of cream. Mikey could feel the coolness against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and submission. "What is that?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "It's diaper rash cream, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It'll help keep your little bottom nice and comfortable. Now, let's get you all diapered up." She slipped the fresh diaper under him, the thick material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the thickness against his skin, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. Miss Sierra fastened the diaper, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a thick, padded layer, a testament to his loss of control and his submission to Miss Sierra. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, the material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the tightness against his skin, could feel the way it held the diaper in place, sealing it against his body. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All clean and dry. And now, it's time for your pajamas." She helped him off the changing table, his body still unsteady. He looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they transformed him into a helpless, dependent baby. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a realization that he was completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. She led him over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby pajamas. Mikey looked away, his heart racing as he tried to ignore the reality of his situation. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let's get you all tucked in for the night." She slipped a pair of footed pajamas over his head, the soft material enveloping his body. Mikey tried to move, to resist, but the thick diaper and the plastic pants made it difficult. He could only stand there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra dressed him like a baby. She helped him into a nearby crib, the mattress soft and the sheets warm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. She just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All snug and cozy. And now, it's time for your pacifier." She slipped the pacifier into his mouth, the rubber nipple filling his mouth and muffling his words. Mikey tried to speak, to protest, but the pacifier in his mouth reduced him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra tucked him in. She pulled the blankets up to his chin, her touch gentle but firm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for some hint of mercy, some glimmer of hope. But there was nothing, just the cruel gleam in her eyes and the satisfied smile on her face. "Goodnight, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Sleep tight. And remember, you have a task to complete. Keep your diaper clean tonight, or else you'll have to poop your diaper twice a day. Good luck." She turned away, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked out of the room. Mikey looked up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, horror, and defeat. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. He tried to move, to shift his position, but the thick diaper and the plastic pants made it difficult. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as the reality of his situation began to sink in. He was a grown man, reduced to wearing a thick diaper and being talked to like a baby. He was helpless, humiliated, and utterly defeated. And yet, as he lay there, his body snug and warm in the crib, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inevitability. He was a baby now, a helpless, dependent baby, with no control over his body or his actions. And as he closed his eyes, the pacifier still in his mouth, he knew that he would do whatever it took to satisfy his needs, no matter what it cost him. He drifted off to sleep, his body heavy and his mind clouded. He dreamt of Miss Sierra, of her cruel smile and her twisted games. He dreamt of the diaper, of the way it clung to his skin and made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He dreamt of the pacifier, of the way it filled his mouth and reduced him to a series of incomprehensible grunts and mumbles. And as he dreamt, he knew that he was in for a long night, a night filled with challenges and humiliations. But he also knew that he was powerless to resist, that he was at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. And so, he let sleep take him, his body limp and his mind clouded, ready to face whatever challenges the night would bring. Chapter 6: The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room as Mikey slept. His body was wrapped in a cocoon of soft blankets, and the crib beneath him was a haven of comfort and security. Above him, the mobile of brightly colored shapes spun gently, casting dancing shadows on the ceiling. It was a peaceful scene, a stark contrast to the reality of Mikey's situation. Mikey had drifted off to sleep earlier, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and humiliation. The events of the day had been a blur, a series of degrading and humiliating experiences that had left him feeling powerless and defeated. He had been reduced to a baby, dressed in diapers and plastic pants, and forced to submit to Miss Sierra's twisted games. And as he slept, his body had betrayed him, performing its functions without his conscious control. The room was filled with the faint, distinctive smell of a soiled diaper. It was a smell that Mikey was all too familiar with, a smell that he had long since come to associate with shame and humiliation. It was the smell of a baby, of helplessness and dependence, and it was a smell that now clung to Mikey like a second skin. Miss Sierra walked into the room, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped at the side of the crib, her nose wrinkling as she took in the smell. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. She had known that Mikey would not be able to keep his diaper clean, had known that he would soil himself in his sleep. And now, as she looked down at him, she knew that she would be able to punish him for his failure. She leaned over the crib, her hands gently brushing the hair away from Mikey's face. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at her, his expression one of confusion and disorientation. He was still half-asleep, his mind foggy and his body heavy with the remnants of sleep. "Good morning, baby Mikey," Miss Sierra cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" Mikey frowned, his mind struggling to process her words. He tried to speak, to respond, but the pacifier in his mouth made it difficult. He mumbled something unintelligible, his eyes searching hers for some hint of mercy, some glimmer of hope. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's okay, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You don't have to talk. I can tell that you had a good night's sleep. You look all rested and refreshed." She reached down, her hands gently stroking Mikey's cheek. He flinched slightly, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And then, he smelled it. The smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that he had come to associate with shame and humiliation. His eyes widened, his body tensing as he realized what had happened. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. But she just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It's not your fault. You were asleep, after all. But now, it's time to face the consequences of your actions." She unbuckled the safety straps, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey tried to resist, to struggle, but his body was still heavy with sleep. He could only lie there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra lifted him out of the crib. She carried him over to the changing table, his body limp and his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. She laid him down on the table, his body still heavy with sleep. She buckled him in, the straps tight around his waist and chest, holding him firmly in place. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they clung to his skin and made him feel vulnerable and exposed. He could feel the warmth against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And he could smell it, the smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that filled the room and clung to his body like a second skin. Miss Sierra walked over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby supplies - diapers, wipes, creams, and plenty of other items that made Mikey's heart race. He tried to look away, tried to ignore the reality of his situation, but he couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in this world of babyhood, with no control over his body or his actions. She turned back to him, a fresh diaper in her hand. She walked over to the table, her heels clicking against the floor. She unfastened his soiled diaper, the thick, wet material parting to reveal his bare skin. Mikey flinched, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Don't worry, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "I'm just going to clean you up. You've been such a good little baby, and you deserve to be clean and dry." She wiped him down, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to squirm away from her touch. But the straps held him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to submit. He looked away, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. Miss Sierra finished cleaning him, her touch gentle but firm. She dried him off, then applied a thick layer of cream. Mikey could feel the coolness against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and submission. "What is that?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "It's diaper rash cream, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It'll help keep your little bottom nice and comfortable. Now, let's get you all diapered up." She slipped the fresh diaper under him, the thick material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the thickness against his skin, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. Miss Sierra fastened the diaper, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a thick, padded layer, a testament to his loss of control and his submission to Miss Sierra. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, the material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the tightness against his skin, could feel the way it held the diaper in place, sealing it against his body. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All clean and dry. And now, it's time for you to face the consequences of your actions." She unbuckled the safety straps, her hands gentle but firm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. He didn't understand what she meant, didn't understand what consequences he would have to face. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Last night, you soiled your diaper in your sleep, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You know the rules. If you soil your diaper, you have to poop in it twice the next day. And that's exactly what you're going to do." Mikey's eyes widened, his body tensing as he realized what she meant. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. "But I can't," he mumbled, the pacifier still in his mouth. "I can't poop on command." Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Oh, but you will, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You will, or else you'll face even worse consequences. Now, let's get you dressed for the day. You have a busy schedule ahead of you." She helped him off the changing table, his body still unsteady. He looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they transformed him into a helpless, dependent baby. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a realization that he was completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. She led him over to a nearby cabinet, her heels clicking against the floor. She opened the cabinet, revealing a selection of baby clothes. Mikey looked away, his heart racing as he tried to ignore the reality of his situation. But Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Come on, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Let's get you all dressed for the day. You have a lot of work to do." She helped him into a pair of footed pajamas, the soft material enveloping his body. Mikey tried to move, to resist, but the thick diaper and the plastic pants made it difficult. He could only stand there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra dressed him like a baby. She helped him into a nearby high chair, the tray in front of him filled with babyish food. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. He didn't want to eat, didn't want to submit to her twisted games. But he knew that he had no choice, that he was powerless to resist. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Eat up, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You have a long day ahead of you. And remember, you have to poop in your diaper twice today. Don't forget that." Mikey looked down at the food, his stomach churning at the thought of eating it. But he knew that he had no choice, that he was at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. And so, he picked up the spoon, his body limp and his mind clouded, and he began to eat. The aroma of baby powder and fresh diapers filled the room as Morgan walked in, her heels clicking against the tile floor. She was dressed in a crisp blouse and a skirt that accentuated her curves, her hair pulled back into a neat bun. She looked every bit the part of a successful businesswoman, but her eyes held a softness that was only visible when she looked at Mikey. Miss Sierra was standing by the changing table, a stack of diapers in her hands. She looked up as Morgan entered, a smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, Morgan," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "You're just in time to see your new baby." Morgan's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mikey. He was dressed in a thick diaper and plastic pants, the crinkling sound filling the room as he shifted in his high chair. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and defeat. Morgan walked over to him, her eyes scanning the diaper chart that Miss Sierra had hung on the wall. It was covered in diaper stickers, each one representing a time that Mikey had used his diaper. But there were no stickers in the 'potty' column, no indication that he had attempted to use the toilet. "What's this?" Morgan asked, her voice filled with concern. "He hasn't used the potty at all?" Miss Sierra shook her head, her smile never wavering. "No, he hasn't," she said. "He's been a very good little baby, using his diapers just like we taught him. But we've reached a point where we need to determine if he's truly a baby or not." Morgan looked at her, her eyes questioning. "What do you mean?" she asked. Miss Sierra walked over to the potty chart, her fingers tracing the empty 'potty' column. "Tomorrow, we'll be having a final trial," she said. "Mikey will have to go all day without using his diaper. If he manages to do that, we'll know that he's not a true baby. But if he can't, well, then we'll know that he's meant to be your baby forever." Morgan's eyes widened, her heart racing as she took in the implications of Miss Sierra's words. She looked at Mikey, her eyes searching his for some hint of resistance, some sign that he would submit to this humiliating ordeal. "But that's not fair," Morgan protested, her voice filled with concern. "He suppose to have no control when he goes to the bathroom. He suppose to be my baby boy!” Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's true, Morgan," she said. "But we have to determine if he's a true baby or not. And the only way to do that is to put him to the test. Now, let's get him changed and dressed for the day. He has a lot of work to do." Miss Sierra helped Mikey out of the high chair, her hands firm and unyielding. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. He didn't understand why she was doing this, didn't understand why she was putting him through this humiliating ordeal. But he knew that he had no choice, that he was completely at her mercy. She led him over to the changing table, his body unsteady as he tried to keep up with her pace. He looked down at the diaper chart, his eyes searching for some hint of hope, some sign that he could escape this fate. But there was nothing, just the empty 'potty' column and the diaper stickers that mocked him. Miss Sierra unfastened his soiled diaper, the thick, wet material parting to reveal his bare skin. Mikey flinched, his body tense and his heart racing. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And he could smell it, the smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that filled the room and clung to his body like a second skin. He looked up at Morgan, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and humiliation. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't him, that he wasn't a baby, that he didn't deserve this fate. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of sleep. Miss Sierra wiped him down, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey gritted his teeth, trying to resist the urge to squirm away from her touch. But the straps held him firmly in place, leaving him no choice but to submit. He looked away, his eyes searching for some hint of escape, some way to end this humiliating ordeal. But there was nothing, just the brightly colored walls and the babyish toys scattered around the room. She finished cleaning him, her touch gentle but firm. She dried him off, then applied a thick layer of cream. Mikey could feel the coolness against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and submission. "What is that?" he asked, his voice a soft mumble, the pacifier still in his mouth. Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "It's diaper rash cream, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "It'll help keep your little bottom nice and comfortable. Now, let's get you all diapered up." She slipped the fresh diaper under him, the thick material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the thickness against his skin, could feel the way it pressed against him, making him waddle like a toddler. He tried to shift his position, to ease the discomfort, but the straps held him firmly in place. Miss Sierra fastened the diaper, her hands firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the bulge in his diaper. It was a thick, padded layer, a testament to his loss of control and his submission to Miss Sierra. She slipped a pair of plastic pants over the diaper, the material crinkling as she adjusted his position. Mikey could feel the tightness against his skin, could feel the way it held the diaper in place, sealing it against his body. He looked up at Miss Sierra, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and defeat. "There you go, baby Mikey," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "All clean and dry. And now, it's time for you to face the consequences of your actions." She unbuckled the safety straps, her hands gentle but firm. Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. He didn't understand what she meant, didn't understand what consequences he would have to face. She then put soap in his mouth and made him lick it. Morgan then spanked his diaper led butt. The sun streamed through the large windows of the ABDL daycare, casting a warm glow over the colorful room. Mikey sat in the high chair, his thick diaper crinkling as he shifted uncomfortably. He had spent the entire night tossing and turning, his mind racing with thoughts of the final trial. He knew what was at stake, and he was determined not to fail. Miss Sierra stood nearby, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched him. "Remember, baby Mikey," she said, her voice sharp, "you're not allowed to use the potty today. If you have an accident in your diaper, you'll have to poop in it twice tomorrow. And if you can't manage that, well, let's just say you won't like the consequences." Mikey nodded, his eyes wide with determination. He knew the rules, and he was ready to follow them. He was going to prove that he wasn't a baby, that he could control his bladder and his bowels. Morgan stood by the door, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and unease. She had been looking forward to this day, the day when Mikey would finally become her baby. But she also felt a pang of guilt, a sense that she was doing something wrong. But she pushed the thought aside, her mind made up. She wanted Mikey to be her baby, and she was going to make sure that happened. Miss Sierra clapped her hands, the sound sharp and commanding. "Alright, baby Mikey," she said, "it's time to start your day. Let's see if you can make it without having an accident." Mikey took a deep breath, his heart racing as he tried to calm his nerves. He wasn't going to fail, he wasn't going to give in. He was going to prove that he was an adult, that he could control his body. The day started off slow, with Mikey being fed baby food and formula. He ate and drank slowly, trying to ignore the thick diaper that was rubbing against his skin. He could feel the pressure building, the need to go to the bathroom growing stronger and stronger. But he gritted his teeth and held on, determined not to give in. As the morning wore on, Miss Sierra kept a close eye on him, her gaze never leaving his body. She watched him like a hawk, waiting for any sign that he was about to have an accident. And Mikey could feel her gaze, could feel the way it made him squirm with discomfort. Morgan watched from the corner, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and worry. She wanted Mikey to succeed, wanted him to prove that he could be her baby. But she also knew that he was struggling, that he was fighting against his body and his mind. The hours ticked by, and Mikey continued to hold on. He could feel the pressure building, could feel the way his body was fighting against him. But he was determined, he was not going to give in. He was going to prove that he was an adult, that he could control his body. But as the afternoon wore on, the pressure became too much. Mikey could feel his body giving way, could feel the warmth spreading between his legs. He tried to hold on, tried to keep the accident from happening. But it was too late, the damage was done. Miss Sierra's eyes widened as she saw the wet spot on Mikey's diaper. She clapped her hands, her voice sharp and commanding. "Well, well, well," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Looks like baby Mikey had an accident. That's one strike against you, baby boy." Mikey's face flushed with embarrassment as he looked down at the wet spot. He had failed, he had given in. He was a baby, just like Miss Sierra had said. Morgan's heart sank as she saw the wet spot. She had been hoping that Mikey would succeed, that he would prove that he could be her baby. But it seemed that he was just like the rest of them, just a helpless baby in a diaper. Miss Sierra walked over to Mikey, her heels clicking against the floor. She reached down and pulled at the leg of his diaper, the material crinkling as she exposed the wet spot. "Look at that," she cooed, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "Baby Mikey had an accident. What are we going to do about that, hmm?" Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defeat. He knew what was coming, knew that he would have to face the consequences of his actions. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Well, baby Mikey," she said, "since you had an accident, you're going to have to poop in your diaper twice tomorrow. And if you can't manage that, well, let's just say you won't like the consequences." Mikey's eyes widened, his body tensing as he realized what she meant. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. "But I can't," he mumbled, his voice soft and defeated. "I can't poop on command." Miss Sierra just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "Oh, but you will, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You will, or else you'll face even worse consequences. Now, let's get you changed and ready for the rest of the day." Mikey sat there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Miss Sierra changed his diaper. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the way it made him shiver. And he could smell it, the smell of his soiled diaper, the smell that clung to his body like a second skin. He looked up at Morgan, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defeat. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't him, that he wasn't a baby, that he didn't deserve this fate. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of his accident. Miss Sierra finished changing his diaper, her touch firm and unyielding. Mikey looked down at himself, at the thick diaper and the plastic pants, at the way they transformed him into a helpless, dependent baby. He felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a realization that he was completely at the mercy of Miss Sierra and her twisted games. He spent the rest of the day in the high chair, his body limp and his mind clouded. He was fed baby food and formula, his diaper changed when it was wet or soiled. He tried to resist, tried to fight against the humiliation and the defeat. But it was no use, he was powerless to resist. As the day wore on, Morgan watched him with a mix of anticipation and worry. She didn’t want him to succeed, wanted him to prove that he could be her baby. But she also knew that he was struggling, that he was fighting against his body and his mind. Finally, as the sun began to set, Miss Sierra clapped her hands, the sound sharp and commanding. "Alright, baby Mikey," she said, "it's time to end your day. Let's see how you did." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear. He didn't know what she meant, didn't know what was going to happen. But he knew that he was at her mercy, that he was completely at her control. Miss Sierra walked over to the diaper chart, her fingers tracing the empty 'potty' column. "You had an accident this morning," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "That means you have to poop in your diaper twice tomorrow. And since you didn't use the potty at all today, that means you failed the final trial." Mikey's eyes widened, his heart racing as he took in her words. He had failed, he had given in. He was a baby, just like Miss Sierra had said. Morgan stepped forward, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and unease. "Mikey," she said, her voice soft but firm, "you're my baby now. I have my home all ready for you, a place where you can be a baby forever. And when I can't watch you, you'll come here, to Miss Sierra's daycare. You'll be safe here, you'll be loved here." Mikey looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and horror. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe that Morgan was doing this to him. He opened his mouth to protest, to tell her that this wasn't what he wanted. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of his accident. Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "That's right, baby Mikey," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "You're Morgan's baby now. And I'm going to sign you over to her, so that she can take care of you forever." She walked over to a nearby desk, her heels clicking against the floor. She pulled out a stack of papers, her fingers tracing the words as she read them over. She looked up at Morgan, a smile playing on her lips. "Here you go, Morgan," she said, her voice soft but with a sharp edge. "Your baby is all yours now." Morgan took the papers, her hands shaking as she read over them. She looked up at Mikey, her eyes filled with a mix of love and regret. "Thank you, Miss Sierra," she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. "I promise to take good care of him." Miss Sierra smiled, her eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction. "I know you will, Morgan," she said, her voice soothing but with a sharp edge. "I know you will. And remember, if you ever need help, if you ever need someone to watch him, you can always bring him here. We'll take good care of him, just like we always do." Mikey sat there, his body limp and his mind clouded, as Morgan packed up his things. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shame and defeat. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't what he wanted, that he didn't deserve this fate. But the words were stuck in his throat, his mind clouded and his body heavy with the remnants of his accident. As Morgan led him out of the daycare, Mikey couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness wash over him. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of Morgan and her twisted games. And all he could do was wait, wait for the day when he would be free, wait for the day when he would be an adult again. But for now, he was a baby, a helpless, dependent baby in a diaper. And he knew that he was powerless to resist, powerless to escape. He was Morgan's baby now, and he would be for the rest of his life.
  23. Hey I'm new on this site but I would love to do an boyfriend x girlfriend role play where the girlfriend wants to try something new etc. With turning him into a baby.
  24. So here's a card game I created for ABDL Play Parties. The Punishment aspect doesn't have to happen or could be substituted for something else, but its something me and my friends are into. lol Let me know what you think or if you ever try it! Don’t Wake Mommy! (AB/DL Card Game) Game plays 2-4 Players (Addition Decks can be added for more players) How to Play For this game all you need is some friends and a deck of cards. The point of this game is to create two four- of-a-kind sets (All of one number or face cards in all four suits, Excluding the Aces) Once a four-of-a-kind is made the four cards are discarded separately and removed from the game. Once you have two full sets you have won, And Mommy can’t get you and the game is over. If you have an Ace (Sleeping Pill) in your hand and you draw the dreaded mommy card. The Ace is set beside the draw deck face up, and the Queen is placed back in the deck along with the drawn and discarded cards. The whole deck is then reshuffled, and the next baby will draw from the top of the reshuffled deck. If you draw the mommy card and do not have a sleeping pill in your hand you are to be punished with a spanking. The number of spanks is equal to the total numerical value of your hand. (Face cards are worth 10 each) If a Sleeping Pill card is in play and you draw the Mommy card and do not have a Sleeping Pill your punishment is increased based on the Sleeping Pill. (See Below) Ace of Clubs – Spanking Inflicted with a Paddle Ace of Diamonds – Double the Spanks Ace of Spades – Spanks Inflicted with a Flogger Ace of Hearts – Spanks Inflicted on Bare Thighs or Ass Setting up the Deck Before the game starts you need to remove three of the four Queen cards and put them back in the box. Set the fourth Queen aside. Starting Out At the start of the game all the players will sit around in a circle. To decide who deals everyone draws a card and the closest to the Ace is the dealer. If there is a tie draw another card as a tie breaker. The players will be dealt five cards face down. Once all the players have their cards, “Mommy” will go to sleep, and the Queen will be inserted into the remaining cards in the deck and shuffled several times. Rules And Turns The first person to the left of the dealer will flip up a card. They can decide if they want to take it or leave the card. If the player decides to take the card, they may discard one card if there are five total cards in their hand, but they are not required to discard, but the more cards in you hand the more potential spankings if you wake mommy. · If the player rejects the flipped card or discards one of their cards, the next player may take the card rather than drawing a new card. · If the player wants a card that is buried under two, three, or four other cards they MUST pick up ALL those cards and they are not permitted to discard until their next turn. · Players that have more than five cards may discard a single card on a turn without picking up a card if they did not pick up more than one card on that same turn · When a player competes a four-of-a-kind they will discard the four cards from the game, and they are not required to draw additional cards even if their total number cards would be less than five total cards · When a Sleeping Pill card (Ace) is played the Player may have less than Five cards in their hand following playing the Ace until they draw another card then they will not be permitted to discard.
  25. ALICE Alice is 25 years old. She is a tall girl and has a stature to carry with a remarkable presence. Her bright eyes are like the sky on a clear day, captivating one's gaze and rendering a person a feeling of depth and calm. Red waves flowing around her face frame it, expressing her lively and passionate character. She has a well-toned body, acquired only by a constant devotion to physical exercises, which is visible through her well-developed muscles. The large breasts add a touch of femininity and prettiness to the already prominent figure of hers. SARA Sara is 24 years old. She has black hair and her eyes are dark as the night; with it, she has a quite mysterious and intriguing charm. Compared to Alice, she is of a smaller stature, though her presence is equally significant. Her slender body is almost fragile, with thin lines that, however, stress her natural elegance. Sara has a deep quality of reserve and gravity, usually reflected in her compelling gaze. Her type of beauty is sophisticated and discreet, as well as her character, which often has small notes of quiet inner strength and determination. MELISSA Melissa is 22 years of age and thus the youngest. Youthful, fragile features of her face give the girl a somewhat babyish air and make her instantly lovely and cute. Her eyes are shining with innocence and curiosity, reflecting her lively and playful character. Melissa is slightly above 1.5 meters, and her very small breasts are in perfect correspondence with the slender figure. Even though her body is small, the spirit is big and the energy is contagious to bring joy and lightness wherever she goes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- " No, I'm not going to wear that just to pay less for our vacation!" Said Melissa, stamping her feet on the ground. "Come on, you were drawn, Sara and I had the same odds as you," said Alice holding up the diaper-it was an adult diaper with childish designs. "I know but it's not fair that in order to pay less for the cruise I'm forced to spend all my time dressed like a 2 1/2-year-old." "Either you put it on yourself or we'll put it on you! " said Alice approaching threateningly. Melissa huffed and took the diaper from Alice's hands. She went to the bathroom, took off her panties and tried to put on the diaper herself. It was a genuine feat: she had to lean her ass against the wall while she held the base of the diaper in place with her legs. After a few minutes She managed to get it in. The diaper was very tight around her, at the top it reached above her belly button in front, tightened at the level of her thighs and then re-opened around her bottom. The decorations were savannah-themed, in the front was a drawn lion while behind the fabric had a lush design of plants, fruits and other African animals. She stopped to read the brand name on the package: 'Reaz Safari'. Who on earth could have worn these things voluntarily. She paused to feel the feel of the diaper on her: it was thick and soft; she could feel the plastic touching her skin. She turned to look at the back. The diaper also covered her bottom, in fact the diaper was so loose that it covered her almost completely, leaving her with the typical look of a padded bottom. Probably if she had fallen she would not have been hurt at all. She turned red when at the first step she heard the typical creak. "Here's your dress," said Alice irrupting into the bathroom. Melissa instinctively put her hands in front to cover the diaper; but then she realized it was quite useless. She did not even try to protest when she saw the little dress; she would have been obliged by Alice anyway. Then there was hope that she had covered the diaper. The dress was white with a black bow at breast level, the skirt was wide and seemed to cover the diaper quite well. She did not realize that if she bent over she would show her rear to everyone. "I hate you," Melissa said as she climbed into Sara's car. Of course, she was sitting in the back. The vacation consisted of a month-long all-expenses-paid cruise. Children up to age 3 were not paid. The plan was to pretend Melissa was the adopted daughter of sara and alice, who in turn would pretend to be a newly married couple. Soon they arrived at the boarding gate where the stewardess was waiting for them. "Well welcome! Your room is on the third floor at the family deck," She said, handing the key to Alice. Then She lowered himself looking at Melissa " hello baby, what is your name?" "Melissa," She said blushing and looking down. " I see the baby is still wearing diapers, no problem our baby care has already put some in your room and will provide you with as many as you need, I hope to see her soon at the baby club" Melissa tried to open her mouth but Alice promptly shoved the pacifier into her mouth to silence her. "Perfect, see you at the presentation, " Sara said, taking Melissa by the hand and heading for the room. It was not easy for Melissa to keep up with Sara's quick pace; her diaper forced her to hold her legs open and walk swaying. Upon arriving at the room, all three were amazed: they had been assigned an entire suite! There was a living room with a sofa and a plasma television, a small bar area, a room with a double bed, and another room was made especially for a child: a crib decorated with a maritime theme, a cabinet full of toys and a carpet with puppets, and finally there was a cambina armadio full of baby clothes suitable for melissa. "Well I guess this is the baby's room," Alice said, patting the bottom stuffed with lemon balm. "Kill yourself," said Melissa, spitting the pacifier at her. Alice laughed, then the three headed for the bathroom. The bathroom had a huge tub, in which all 3 of them would fit easily. At the back was also the changing table: it was a tall, white cabinet with padding on the part Melissa would lie on. On the sides were drawers full of diapers: there were ones for the pool, for the night and for the day, all decorated with different patterns. Finished the sweep Sara undressed completely, putting on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, then went to lie down on the couch. "Well it says that we can't leave the room until the ship sails, so we can unpack," proposed Alice. "Can I take off this diaper?" Melissa asked annoyed. "No way, if someone from room service came in? It would blow up everything," Sara replied "At least take off this dress," Melissa said, raising her arms "Aren't you able to do it yourself?" Said Alice. " children don't change themselves," replied melissa. Alice did not respond; she simply removed Melissa's dress and replaced it with a T-shirt. "Aperitif?" Proposed the girl in bundles. "Sure," replied the other two. Sara went to uncork a bottle of white wine and soon returned with glasses. Alice, like Sara received a goblet, while Melissa got her drink inside a baby bottle. Melissa stopped and looked at him for a moment, immediately noticing that the figures drawn were in tone with his diaper. "Why do I have to drink from this thing?" Melissa asked in disgust. "Children don't know how to drink from adult glasses, " Alice said, sticking her tongue out at her. Melissa sighed but decided to give it a try, holding him with two hands at head height, she grabbed the teat with her mouth and tried to suck, immediately her mouth filled with the sweet taste of wine. "I thought worse," She thought. "So child? How is she?" Sara asked, noticing that Melissa was not responding. "Well it's not so bad, I can drink lying down," replied Melissa as she detached herself from the bottle. Soon the conversation of the three veered to the schedule about the month of vacation, which left Melissa on the sidelines-she did not feel much like doing the things that were planned especially when dressed as a child. Solo, however, was happy when Alice ordered more wine. Another half hour passed, Melissa had almost finished her second bottle, when she felt a sensation she never wanted to feel: she had to pee. She tried to resist, but the pressure on her bladder increased more and more. At a certain point she could not resist got up and walked toward the bathroom "What's going on? Where are you going?" Said Alice " according to you? I'm going to the bathroom," Melissa replied. Sara laughed:" your toilet is on you," she said referring to the diaper. " There is no way I am going to pee in this thing" shouted melissa. "Of course you will, and you'll have to get changed, too, since those diapers are designed not to be taken off by the wearer." Melissa could not believe her ears, had no intention of peeing herself like a baby, tried to pull one of the rips in her diaper but did not move "Hurry up so we can get back to chatting " continued Alice. "You're a bitch," replied Melissa, trying to open her diaper. "If you behave and have a tantrum, I will change you baby right away," Sara said. Melissa couldn't take it anymore, she felt drops of urine coming out already. She had no choice but to use her own diaper, like a 2-year-old. Melissa opened her legs slightly and began to pee, felt the flow hit the plastic of her diaper and settle between her legs. She could feel the diaper expanding and becoming warmer, heavier and wetter. But eventually the dampness disappeared, leaving only the warmer plastic. I've already published the next parts to my ream account. Subscribe to get early access to the new adventures of Anna and Melissa. https://reamstories.com/scrittoreanon Also there exclusive stories for my subscribers
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