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The story before you is a brief glimpse into the life and mind of Kelly, a petite yet curvy 23 year old from Carilo, a small coastal town in Argentina, she had long raven hair, and brown eyes so deep that even a single glance was enough to get lost in them. After recently finishing up her first year study of Medicine at a major Sydney University, she lives with her slightly younger sister Rachael in a small apartment in the inner city. Kelly is a quiet girl on the surface. She gets good grades, honours her family, and does her best not to rock the boat. But in her soul she could feel a fire burning that screamed independence, a certain drive to find herself after the pains she had endured. Her kind soul had been taken and been tainted by those who sought to use that energy for their own personal consumption, but she would not let these demons consume her. She fought, escaped, and ultimately survived these horrors to continue the life she so wholly deserved. This yearning came at a terrible cost.. Coming from an overly-religious South American family, anything to do with sex and sexuality were forbidden conversations, conversations all the more enticing to a young virile woman now suddenly thrust into the world alone. She explored, read, lurked in all manner of dark places, suddenly and almost accidentally stumbled onto an idea that would embed itself in her very soul. The idea of going back. Or, more specifically, taken back. Back to a time where all of her responsibilities and problems were taken care of by another. Where everything, down to her bathroom capabilities and feeding schedules were the duty of whoever's care she was in at the time. To be a helpless little baby. She had been secretly buying all sorts of diapers, adult baby clothes, even pacifiers to immerse herself in the idea, but for obvious reasons it lacked the fear of the real thing. Though she had never intentionally shared this idea with anyone, she started to become suspicious that her younger sister knew more than she let on. As the year ended, and her studies drew to a close, she found tensions with her sister rising, due to the increased prolonged exposure to each other in the small apartment they shared. Kelly was hoping to get through the summer with as few interactions with her menacing sibling as possible, but everything changed one unfortunate afternoon. Chapter 1 - The Bus Ride “If I don’t get home soon, I’m going to piss myself.” Kelly’s mind raced as she stood at the bus stop that ran through her University with her classmates, two other girls her age also studying Medicine. There was still ten minutes before her bus was scheduled to arrive, any bathrooms on campus were too far to walk in her current state, and attempting to focus on both the conversation she was having and her overflowing bladder was proving troublesome. “What did you get for that last question Kelly?” Asked Ruth, as she stretched her long arms as if preparing for a race of some kind. A tall girl with short red hair, and a smile as big as her heart. Ruth was looking at Kelly, who realised she had just been asked a question while her attention had drifted, and quickly tried to form a response. “Uhhhh… I can’t even remember, I’m just glad that was our last exam for the year!” Kelly stammered nervously, trying not to fidget as she squeezed her legs tighter. “What did you put down?” She added, “Keep the conversation on them, smart” She thought to herself. “Welll I’m pretty sure I got it right! You just had to mention-” Her voice started to trail off as Kelly returned the rest of her energy on her main problem. After what seemed like an eternity, Ruth was getting to the end of her answer (These were medical questions after all), “Did you get all that down?” Ruth chirped. “Yea that sounds like what I got!” Kelly blurted out, almost before Ruth had finished speaking. Ruth started to notice that Kelly was not entirely present, “You ok Kel?” Kelly’s face went white. “Huh? Yea I’m good, just tired is all..” While she knew she could just tell Ruth she had to go to the bathroom, Kelly had already gone several times in Ruth’s company that day. If she said she needed to again, she feared Ruth might begin to wonder if there was a reason for her constant potty breaks. And there was most definitely a reason… For a number of months now, Kelly had been doing something in secret. In the dark of her room, away from the prying and judgemental eyes of the world, and more importantly, her family and friends, she had been exploring an idea that she felt she couldn’t share with anyone. Kelly wanted to be a baby again. What started out as a passing curiosity, the occasional wearing of a diaper while looking at pictures of others dressed the same, reading stories of abduction and forced regression, and lurking in chat rooms to spy on those living that lifestyle, was quickly turning into obsession. But the higher the obsession, the higher the fear of what people would discover if her secret ever came to light. She had collected all manner of diapers, adorable baby clothes, even several pacifiers, and was almost routinely wearing these to sleep at night, then waking up and getting dressed back into her adult clothes and life. But recently she had discovered that waking up was becoming a little more complicated. She had never intended to start using the diapers! Morning after morning, she would wake up and find that the padding between her legs was thicker… and warm… Kelly had begun to wet herself while she slept, and even more frightening still, her bladder control problem had begun to show itself even after she put her adult clothes and life back on. “I don’t think I can hold it much longer! Where is the F***ING BUS!! GRRR!! Why didn’t I put that pull-up on when I peed before! I knew I had to catch the bus!” These thoughts flashed behind her eyes as her head started spinning, at this point her legs were crossed, her elevated ankle was bouncing slightly and she was slowly rocking back and forth on her seat, clutching her light grey scrub pants tightly. Ruth had noticed Kelly was dancing in an all too familiar fashion, and out of politeness had taken up conversation with the second girl they were sitting with to draw attention away. Sweet Ruth, bless her country heart. As if all her prayers had suddenly been answered at once, the 326 bus that she had gotten on twice a day, 5 days a week for the past year, finally arrived in sight. The end was in sight, but she had to plan her moves carefully. As it rolled to a stop at the first available bay, Kelly eyed off how many people went to get in line, about 8. “Could be worse.” She thought. “Isn’t that your bus Kel?” Ruth tapped her on the shoulder and pointed. “Oh! Uhh yeah!” Kelly replied “Well come on quick! Give us a hug before you go! We might not see you for a couple weeks!” Ruth stood up and stretched her lanky but also somehow ridiculously strong arms (Farm strength is everywhere in Australia!) to embrace Kelly. “Shit.” Kelly had been so focused on trying not to wet herself, she forgot Ruth was sitting there. She forgot to plan for this in her move. But it was now or never. She stood up, almost buckling at the knees as she did, but Ruth easily caught her and pulled her straight into one of the tightest hugs Kelly had ever received. Ruth returned to her usual height with Kelly still in her arms, lifting her off the ground slowly. By the time Kelly realised what was happening it was too late. A small trickle of piss escaped and made its way down her leg. “RUTH! PUT ME DOWN!!” Kelly squealed in terror. She knew even before she looked down how noticeable it was going to be. She wanted to die right there on the spot, but still had a mission ahead of her. “Oops! Sorry Kel!! You’re just so teeny like a lil baby lamb I just wanna pick you up hahaha!” Ruth giggled as she put Kelly down. “It’s OK, but I really gotta go! Have a good holiday! If you get bored give me a call and we can go out dancing or something!” Kelly yelled over the crowd as she started to make her way to the bus door. Luckily, her little accident had relieved a small amount of the pressure she was feeling, which allowed her to move in a less obvious way and get on the bus. She got on and was greeted by the kind, familiar face of her regular bus driver, Andy. “Hey Kiddo! How did your exam go today!” Andy roared as Kelly stepped in front of his seat to tap her card. It felt like the whole bus could hear him and looked over for a moment in curious confusion. Andy was an older portly gentleman, with a thick white mustache and the faintest wisps of white hair where you could tell a thick mane once stood so many years ago. Andy had started driving the bus after retiring from being an EMT for over 40 years, as Kelly was at times the only person left on his route, they would often chat about their lives and the two had become quite close in an almost pseudo family dynamic. Andy saw Kelly as one of his many grandchildren, and Kelly felt safe knowing her “Gramps” (As she came to call him) was driving her home every day. “Heyy Gramps! I think it went ok!” She tried to sound her usual self, but Andy immediately knew something was off. He leaned in and said softly, “What’s goin on? You sound strange.” Kelly knew she could confide in him. “Gramps I really gotta PEE!” She whispered. “Any chance we can get going? Pleaasseee?!” Andy looked down and noticed the small dark line going down the inside of her leg. “Say no more kiddo! There’s a few people on today though, I’ll do what I can but I still gotta drop these people off in order.” His words were warm, yet stern. “You might have trouble finding a seat, grab the rail here up front, and we’ll get going!” The doors slammed shut behind her. “No seat?!? I can't stand this whole way!” Panic started to creep in as the bus started moving. Nowhere to go, and now standing at the front of a bus full of people, again almost ready to burst. She locked her legs together and closed her eyes to take her mind off the pressure. But she knew she was at least half an hour from home, and that was not on a busy day. Every few minutes, the bus would lurch to a slow stop, which made Kelly sway back and forth, each time the pain of clenching growing stronger, and the fear of noticeably wetting herself in front of all these people was making the fear she so often dreamed about feel like playing with puppies. Each stop came and went, with more and more people departing, but still no closer to home. “How much longer Gramps?” Kelly moaned in an almost babyish way. “Hmm.. Still about 10 minutes I reckon! You gonna make it?” He asked. “I don’t knowww! Just hurry pleeeaassee!!” She started to sob slightly. She had finally found a seat, and much to her shame and poor Andy’s bus, she was letting out small amounts of pee into the seat cushion. She looked up and could finally see the light shining on the stop outside of her apartment building. “Here we go darlin! Quick!” Andy swung the doors open and gestured to the poor crying girl with his hand. Kelly slowly got up from her seat, and hesitated. She realised her attempts at small releases had caused a large dark stain on the back of her pants. Everyone would definitely see this when she goes to get off. She started sobbing uncontrollably as she raced off the bus and into the lobby to get upstairs. She had never been more embarrassed in her life! But her ordeal was still not over. As she makes her way to her apartment, puts the key into the lock and swings the door open, she can almost feel relief that this afternoon will be over soon. When she walks inside that sense of relief is replaced with terror. “Where have you been Kel? You’re late.” The voice of her younger sister Rachael creeps from around the corner as Kelly is locking the door. She jumps and turns around in fright, more pee comes out. “Jesus Rach! You scared me! The bus was packed, it took longer to get home. Why do you even care?” Kelly snapped, while moving with purpose towards the bathroom. But her path is suddenly blocked by Rachael coming from the same place. Rachael looks down and Kelly’s now noticeably wet pants, Kelly watches Rachaels’ eyes turn evil, she knows what’s coming… “OH MY GOD! DID YOU WET YOUR PANTS YOU BABY??” Rachael cackles as she grabs Kelly’s hand and spins her around. Kelly might be the older sister, but Rachael is stronger. “LET ME GO AND MOVE!!” Kelly’s eyes welling up with tears, knowing she can’t hold on much longer. Rachael closes the bathroom door and stands in front of it. “Hahaha aww why baby Kelly? Does you need to tinkle still??” Her words cutting into Kelly in ways she didn’t even know about. “Rachael! Please…” Kelly dropped to the ground in front of her sister, with her wrist still clutched tightly in Rachael’s firm grip. It was too late. She could no longer contain the flow of piss she had been working so hard to hold all afternoon.. In a tearful gasp, her body finally did what it had been trying to do and a hot yellow stream came flooding from in between Kelly’s legs. Rachael let go of her and moved away from the door. Kelly crawled into the bathroom, weeping, leaving a yellow trail behind her as she did. She pulled her body into the shower, taking off her now soaked scrubs and panties, tossing them onto the floor so they could rinse out. She emerged some time later in a pair of navy satin pyjamas, her eyes puffy from crying. “Aww does the pissy baby feel better now? After a bath and a cry?” Rachael said playfully from her place on the couch in the living room. “Don’t forget to clean up your piss trail! It stinks! Maybe we need to put you in diapers so it doesn’t happen again!” The hairs on the back of Kelly’s neck stood up. “Surely she doesn’t know… how could she? It’s just a coincidence!” Kelly did a mental check of where she had left all of her secret supplies, “She could never find that stuff, it’s too well hidden” “Shut up Rach. You’re such a B***h sometimes honestly! Go away and let me go to sleep!” “Haha awww! Babies shouldn’t use language like that! But ok, why don’t you go get some sleep. Big day tomorrow…” Her tone was ominous, and her words sounded far more intentional this time, but still. “She can’t know, right?” Kelly brushed her sister's comments off like she usually did, and made her way to her room. When she opened the door, she was horrified by what she saw. Laid out on her bed, was a thick pink diaper, some extra thick liners, wipes, powder, pacifier, changing mat, and one of her onesies. All things she thought were hidden! Before she could turn around to go and confront her sister, she felt that firm hand grasp her shoulder. A wave of pure fear washed over her, the kind of fear she was craving. But reality followed and she found herself being dragged over to the bed. “Wha- what are you d-doing? Rachael what is this? Why were you going through my stuff!” Her protests did nothing to stop her sister from unbuttoning her pyjama top, exposing her young perky breasts, then undoing the string on her pants, pulling them down to reveal the cutest pink panties. “Shhh! You don’t need to worry about that anymore! Someone will be taking care of ALLL of that for you from now on!” In a seamless move, Rachael removes Kelly’s panties and lies her down on the bed. Kelly tries to get up and cover herself, but is exhausted after her humiliating afternoon. A dark thought began to reveal itself to Kelly, as her sister easily positions the diaper and liner underneath her, powdering her privates and taping it in place. “I can’t believe this is happening right now! Rachael has lost her damn mind!! I’m going to get her back for this somehow! She’s so damn strong aargh!” Kelly attempted to process what was happening to her, part of her was horrified by the idea her sister was subjecting her to this, but at the same time, a profound sense of excitement, she had been wanting something like this to happen, just not from Rachael! In what seemed like less than 2 minutes, Rachael had worked Kelly’s naked padded body into the onesie and fastened the last clasp that secured the garment in between her legs. She stood back to admire her handiwork and Kelly’s embarrassment. “Okayy! Ha Ha! You’ve had your fun now you cow!” Kelly could barely contain her tears. “Let me up and get out of my room! I’m starving and just want this nightmare to end!” It seemed like all her protests only made her younger sister's smile grow into a crooked evil crack, splitting her face open. “Nightmare?? Don’t lie Baby Kel! I’ve seen exactly what you’ve been looking at online, I know you’re secretly loving this!” Rachael was almost bouncing, “And don’t worry, I’ll go get your dinner shortly. Once I know you aren’t going to try and get out of your cute little outfit!” Her face went from glee to something darker, with purpose. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Rachael but this sto-” Kelly was suddenly unable to finish her sentence. Rachael had flown across the room, picked up the pacifier on the bed and forced it into Kelly’s mouth. Before Kelly could remove it, Rachael had removed a roll of bondage tape from her hoodie pocket and started to wrap it around Kelly’s mouth, securing the large pacifier in place. Rolling Kelly onto her stomach, Rachael then proceeds to use the same tape to tie Kelly’s hands behind her back, then securing her legs at the knee so she could not extend her legs to run. “MMMM!! MMMmm-mMMM!!! MMMmmm…” Kelly’s argument was now unintelligible, and she was only able to rock side to side in her place on the bed. “Ahh, that’s better!! Much more like a real baby now!! So cuutttee!!” Rachael reached down and pinched one of Kelly’s cheeks. Hard. Kelly whimpered as she did. “Ok now I can go and get your dinner sorted, I think you’ll like it!!” Rachael checked the restraints one last time before pushing Kelly onto one side and skipping out of the room. The room lay quiet, except for Kelly’s defeated sobs. “I can’t move! This is so humiliating.. What did she mean she saw what I was looking at? How long has she been spying on me? How did she find my stuff? And what did she mean ‘Someone was going to take care of everything’? If not her, then who…” Thoughts of an unknown future started to flood the silence, sobs began to be replaced with screams. Rachael returned some minutes later with a large baby bottle filled with what appeared to be milk, and a small pink towel. “Here we go Baby Kel! Ready for din-dins??” Rachael chimed in as she re-entered the room. Kelly looks over to see what her sister is holding, and immediately starts shaking her head violently and grunting as best she could, “Mmmnooo!! MmM!” Rachael moves over to the bed, rolling Kelly onto her back and pulling her up to cradle her in her arms. Rachael removed the tape covering Kelly’s mouth, but kept the pacifier held in with her index finger. “Now… If I take this out, are you going to be a good girl and drink your dinner?” Kelly stopped squirming and looked at her sister, that same evil smile looking back at her. Kelly had the feeling that ‘No’ was not an acceptable answer, but her mouth had not yet received the memo. She spits the dummy into her sisters’ face. Rachael's smile disappeared into darkness. “Naughty girl!” Rachael’s voice boomed out into the small room. Before she could enjoy the moment further, Kelly found herself face down, knees on the bed and thick diaper up in the air. “She WOULDN’T!” A series of loud smacks filled the room, almost louder each time Rachael’s hand came down her Kelly’s padded bottom and the parts of her upper thighs that were sticking out. Kelly began to scream out, her emotions ranging from pain, to anger, to sheer humiliation. Each decipherable from the different inflections in her cries. Kelly lost count of how many new times her behind felt like she had just sat on the stove. As quickly as it started, but definitely not forgotten, Kelly was right side up and nestled in her sister’s arms. “Let’s. Try. That. Again…. Shall we??” Kelly now knew Rachael was not playing around, she nodded fearfully and took the bottle in her mouth and started to suckle. Kelly couldn’t even remember the last time she had drank plain milk, but she knew whatever she was drinking was not just milk. Something tasted different. But worried that any questions might result in another spanking, she kept drinking. After 15 minutes, Kelly had almost completely dissociated from her reality and was quietly cooing as the final sips of the bottle fell out of the teat into her mouth. Despite everything that had happened, Kelly was in a state of total bliss. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe the warm milk, but she no longer had the desire to fight. Only to sleep. A desire that must have been painted on her face. “Awww, doesn’t Baby Kel look eepy! She must be ready for beddy byes” Rachael said softly, Kelly looked at her groggily, almost as if she could not focus her eyes properly. “Hnnn.. Whaa.. Unnn” Kelly’s eyes started to grow heavy. Rachael rolled her back onto the bed and removed the tape that bound her legs and wrists. Kelly flopped onto the bed, she tried to move, but was unable to. “Looks like the sedative that I put in your milk is working well, let’s hope the diuretics work just as well…” Rachael lifted Kelly into the middle of the bed, pulling medical restraints out from under each corner of the bed and fastening them around Kelly’s limbs. “Just in case you wake up before I do, we can’t have you getting up and escaping while I’m asleep!” Kelly was drifting in and out of consciousness, her final thoughts of fear of what tomorrow might bring. “Sweet Dreams Baby Kel… I can’t wait for you to see what’s coming…” Chapter 2 - The BLTA (Big Little Tykes Agency) “What the hell happened last night.. Was that a dream?” Faint sounds of early city traffic bounced softly around Kelly’s room, causing her to awaken in a haze. The feeling she had been getting used to, of waking up padded, sucking her pacifier and childishly rising to meet the day, was today replaced with a similar, yet sinister vibe. Her attempts to rise were met by the restraints placed on her the night before during her induced sleep. Her pacifier was replaced with one she could not spit out, locked in place by a gag like strap. Her padding, which was already thicker than she was accustomed to, had grown considerably during the night. She was absolutely soaked. She started to grunt and tug at the restraints as she became more aware of her surroundings and her current predicament. “Ok, definitely not a dream. I’m gonna kill her.” Kelly is now completely awake and ready for war, “I need to call Mama and tell her what Rach did to me! She is going to be in so much trouble!! I just have to figure out how to get to my phone..” She looks around the room for her bag, all she could remember from last night was throwing it in the corner of her room before everything began. The corner was empty. Looking around, she started to notice that her room was missing the general clutter of things a young adult woman might have lying around. The random clothes on the floor. The makeup on her dresser. That hoodie she stole from that cute guy at her birthday last year that hung on the back of her chair. All mysteriously absent. “Where is all my shit??” Kelly had a serious problem with people invading her privacy and touching her things, especially her little sister. She started to writhe in fury, she hoped her muffled vocals and thumping of the bed into the wall with her weight would attract a rescue from a neighbouring apartment. An echo of footsteps started to fill the hallway outside of her room. Kelly’s chest tightened. She looked over as the door opened slowly. “Good morning Baby Kelly! Sounds like someone is a bit fussy, did we have a nightmare??” Rachael jeered as Kelly’s mind flashed back to last night. “Don’t worry baby sis, you’re safe now, I’m here” Kelly let out a guttural groan and rolled her eyes at her sister’s thinly veiled sarcasm as Rachael sits down on the bed next to her. She rolls back the covers to reveal Kelly’s secured limbs and obviously wet diaper poking out of the sides of her onesie. “Oh look! The baby is soaking wet!” Rachael unclips the onesie and grabs a large handful of Kelly’s swollen diaper and pushes it around between her legs. Kelly’s face lit up bright red and she let out a small whimper, but she could not ignore how the sensation of the warm, wet padding rubbing into her clit was making her feel. Shame and ecstasy are a potent mix. She started to suck on the secured pacifier harder, making soft sucking noises as air made its way in through tiny gaps in her mouth. “Sounds like you really do like this stuff. You’re such a fucking weirdo Kel, honestly.” Rachael scoffs as she stops rubbing Kelly and leans up to remove her gag. “How do you ever expect anyone to take you seriously as a Doctor if they find out this is what you like to do??” “It’s none of your business! What I choose to do with my time has nothing to do with you! Now let me up! I’m going to call Mama and tell her what you did to me!” Kelly began fighting against her restraints again. “And what did you do with all my stuff? You’re going to get it once Mama finds out!” Rachael’s eyes grew wide and dark like a demon. “Well… let’s just say… WE decided that most of your things would not be needed over the near future, so they’ve been packed up and put into storage. And I’ll be looking after your phone, so you won’t need to worry about silly adult things like that, I’ll make sure anything important gets taken care of.” Rachael pulls Kelly’s phone from her back pocket and looks through it to taunt her. “What did she say? What does she mean ‘We’? Who else has she brought into her evil plan?” “Rach, this isn’t funny anymore! Take these cuffs off and give me my phone!” Kelly’s cries became frantic. “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you just let me up!” “You might as well get comfortable kid, there’s still plenty of room in that diaper of yours, and I need to go finish packing!!” Rachael said, brimming with excitement. “And Alan won’t be here for a few hours!” Her final words echoing down the hall as she exited, chilling Kelly to the bone. “WHAT? WHERE IS SHE GOING? WHO THE FUCK IS ALAN? WHAT HAS SHE ORGANISED?? I CHANGED MY MIND! I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!!” Kelly’s fear was turning into full blown panic, “It’s bad enough Rachael knows anything about my private life, but now she’s telling strangers? And a man at that? This is so humiliating…” Kelly could do nothing but let the horrifying thoughts play out in her mind. She lay there for what seemed like hours, her screams only briefly ringing out before Rachael returned to lock Kelly in the pacifier gag once more, and to turn on a playlist of loud children's lullaby music to drown her out. She was in a state of complete helplessness. It was almost exactly as she pictured it. But an inability to see when this might end numbed any pleasure she might have experienced in that moment. The lullabies had started to work their magic after a while, and Kelly found herself nodding off every now and again, only to wake back up as her instinct to curl into a ball was denied by the restraints. This loop played out several times until Rachael finally returned, dressed in a bright flowing summer dress, her bags peeking out from behind the door frame. “OK Baby Kel! I’m almost ready to gooo!” Rachael sang as she floated into the room, spinning on the spot to show off her very adult outfit, “Alan is downstairs, I’ll let him up on my way out and give him the keys and give him the run down! You’re going to love him, he’s such a sweetheart! Came very highly recommended by the Agency!” She once more removed Kelly’s gag as she knew her sister would have questions she really wanted to answer. “Wh-where are you going? What agency? Why are you leaving me with a strange man looking like this? Seriously Rachael… I’m scared…” Kelly looked up at her sister, scanning for a single sliver of hope that this was all some cruel joke that was about to end, she saw only malice. “Well, I’m going on vacation with my boyfriend to the Gold Coast! I organised that before I found out about your sick little fantasies, so I knew I had to come up with a plan.” Rachael turned to face Kelly, “Did you know, there is a company, right here in Sydney if you could believe my luck!” Her face starts to crack open again,”They specialise in all sorts of adult supervision and behaviour programs! It’s called the BLTA, the Big Little Tykes Agency, and they have all kinds of different packages to pick from! And Alan is apparently one of their best for… Naughty little babies who might not want to be supervised. But I’ve been told he is a total professional, and he should be, for the amount we’re paying for him!” “Who is ‘We’ Rach? Who did you plan all of this with?” Kelly whimpered. Rachael gave one final smirk, as she walked towards the bedroom door she stopped, and looked back over her shoulder so she was just making eye contact. “Mama. Of course… When I found out that you were reading this stuff and buying baby clothes, I obviously told her!” Rachael roared with laughter, “And we realised the only way to make you stop was to make it a reality you could not escape.” “No… You’re lying!” Kelly started to trash and scream once more, only to have Rachael gag her in kind. “Oh you wish Kel! But it doesn’t matter, I’m gonna be late! Gotta go, byeeeee!!” In a flash of white and yellow from her sundress, Rachael was gone. The room lay deathly quiet. Kelly’s mind was still screaming. For 10 minutes, Kelly lay there in terror not knowing what was going to happen, or who was about to come through that door. The sound of large boots started to make their way down the common hallway leading up to Kelly’s apartment. Each step making its menacing presence louder, Kelly knew this had to be Alan. Keys jingle and the lock to her apartment door clicked and manoeuvred, as the door opened Kelly’s whole body went cold, except for the part covered by her diaper, which she had just wet again. If there was any room in it before, there is not now. “Hellooo?? A soft, yet deeply masculine voice bellowed into the empty space, “I’m Alan! The agency sent me over! Is there a special little girl hiding around here somewhere?” His footsteps slowly yet firmly pacing through the apartment, stopping in the open doorframe of Kelly’s room. His piercing blue-grey eyes met Kelly’s, and instead of the crippling fear she expected, she felt profoundly calm, her body relaxed ever so slightly, and she found herself staring at the man in front of her, unable to look away. Alan was easily the largest man Kelly had ever seen. A towering, chiseled Australian man in his mid to late 40s, with a clean cut head of rusty blonde salt and pepper hair, bordering more on the salty side, the sides cut shorter than your standard military cut, the top reaching back to the top of his crown in a smooth wavy flow. His chiseled jaw hidden almost tactically behind an even saltier beard, which was just as clean cut as his hair. He wore a short sleeved dark green shirt that his biceps were stretching to its limit, his hands looked like they could crack open a coconut without breaking a sweat. A large python tattoo wrapped around his wrist, up his right arm that seemed to go up around his shoulder, with the head on his peck obscured by his shirt. His black utility pants, the kind you might see on an EMT or a SWAT agent, also being stretched to their limits, which made everything in his pockets, and elsewhere bulge against the constraints of the fabric. But Kelly saw an entirely different person in his eyes. A kind, warm soul that almost didn’t look like it belonged to the physical body in front of her. Limerance turned back to reality almost as soon as Kelly could take in the man standing before her. “This isn’t happening. This guy is huge! Even if I wanted to, I couldn't get away from him.” Kelly started to writhe in panic, Alan started to move slowly into the room, stopping once he had reached the bed, now seemingly towering over her petrified, restrained and over-exposed body. Noticing her clear distress, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached out with his rugged yet oddly soft hand and cupped Kelly’s chin and jaw in a soothing brush. She let out a desperate cry, followed by a long sigh of defeat as he did, as she still could not communicate due to her gag. “Hey, hey.. Shhhh.. Don’t fret little one, Papa Alan is here to look after you now.” His words took command, no questioning why she was in the predicament she found herself in, just the energy of a man with a job to do. Kelly looked up at him with tearful eyes of fear, which he caught before they ran down her cheek. “Did that mean Rachael leave you all wet and tied up? I will be having a conversation with your mother about that later, she was not meant to interfere..” The way he talked sparked a glimmer of hope that Rachael was not going to make it through this summer free from consequence. Kelly tried to make out adult words to persuade her new gentleman supervisor that all of this was unnecessary, only came out as mumbled utterances. “Are you trying to say something kiddo?” Alan’s large hands reached behind Kelly’s head to remove the gag. Kelly coughed and regained control of her mouth and tongue. “PLEASE! This is all just a big misunderstanding!! Please just let me go and you can leave Al-” Kelly couldn’t even get through the giant's name before a different, non lock-gag pacifier was placed in her mouth firmly. “Papa Alan, little one. You will only address me as such. And as for the matter of understanding, your mother and sister have already filled me in as to my role here. I am here to ensure that you become a responsible adult, and that if you would secretly like to be treated like a baby, I would help you fulfil your desires. This can go one of two ways, either you are a good girl who listens to direction.. Naughty girls get a very different treatment.. We will see what category you fall into, but first things first.. We need to get you changed.” Alan surveyed his next task. “I! Uhm! You can’t see me like that! I don’t even know you! Can you let me talk to my mum at least?” Kelly’s face turned a deep red as this stranger looked up and down her vulnerable figure. “Kiddo, I’ve seen more little girls hoo-has than you can poke a stick at, I was an EMT for decades. Nothing you have will surprise me, and it looks like..” He gestures to her almost overflowing diaper, “You reaaalllyy need a change. So let’s get this done and I will untie you, I’ve got a bit of work to do to change your room, I would feel better knowing you are dry and somewhere I can keep an eye on you.” His smile felt warmer than the entire previous summer combined. Before Kelly could even grunt out in protest, Alan had swiftly released the four tabs holding the diaper in place, and it flopped down onto the bed under its own weight. With almost surgical precision, Alan had placed padding underneath the old, sliding the soaked diaper out and rolling it into a tight ball and placing it on the ground next to the bed, making sure to note its weight in his action to the now exposed young latina. “Oh WOW! Looks like you were well overdue, little miss?” Alan chuckled as he lay the old heavy diaper on the floor, “Good thing I got here when I did! Ok, now let's get this new diaper on you, can’t have you making a mess!” Kelly’s deep red complexion went almost purple as Alan prepared her delicate and extremely exposed private area. Alan pulled out a babywipe, Kelly attempting to shield her exposed vulnerability in vain, as he proceeded to make sure Kelly was entirely clean before adding a thick coat of baby powder, each soft puff blowing on her clit, engaging it ever so slightly. Such a sensation was entirely foreign to Kelly, but she found herself whimpering in bliss. As much as she wanted to protest, she found herself submitting to the subtle yet firm movements of her now apparent ‘Carer’.. As much as her conscious mind objected, her urges and desires were showing all over her face, and Alan had definitely seen this before. He knew what she needed. “There we go babygirl! All nice and dry!” Alan proclaimed as he taped the final tab in place and reassuringly tapped Kelly on her lower belly. “Now lets get you dressed and I will go set up the playpen in the living room so I can get started on your room makeover! Your mum ordered a bunch of new stuff for your room, once you’re settled I’ll get to work!” Alan started to remove each of the bindings that kept Kelly in place. “If I’m quick, he won’t catch me..” Kelly’s mind sprung to a plan of escape. She was free enough to make a run for the door, nevermind the fact she was currently only weating a diaper and not much else, “If I can get to the street I can make a plan and get help.” It seemed so easy in her head, but easier said than done.. In a flurry of energy, Kelly, now free from the restraints that so easily held her, bolted towards the door of her room. One leap. Two leaps, She felt she had almost reached the door when she felt an immovable force grab her by the hair. “Whooaaa!! Not so fast, missy! I was really hoping we weren’t going to have to do this the hard way… But I won’t tolerate such disobedience.” In a single sweeping motion, Alan picked Kelly up by both the handful of hair he already had in one hand, using the other to scoop her up between her thighs and place her firmly over his lap. “You are going to count out your strokes, and let this be a warning for what is to come if you get any other ideas of running away.” The warmth had left his tone momentarily, Before she could process what was happening, a loud *CRACK* filled the room, as Alan’s thick palm made contact with Kelly’s un-padded upper thigh, which instantly felt like fire. “FUCK! OWWWWW!” Kelly could not contain any of the emotion that first spank brought out, “ I won’t run away! I promise!” “Language missy! Also, you did not count. I will start again.” His hand came down just as hard a second time. “OWOWOWOWOWWWW!! Pl-pleaasee Al-” His hand came down again, harder. “Papa Alan. I won’t correct you again without additional punishment, young lady. And again… You need to count.” He reached his hand up for another strike, Kelly’s behind instinctively recoiled away from the pain she was immediately getting used to, even though she was actually waiting for the next strike. Alan’s hand came down once more, the force matching the intensity of the previous stroke, Kelly wanted to protest again, but Alan’s words were suddenly at the forefront of her concentration. “Th-Three Papa Alan? She looked at him and whimpered. He met her gaze and grinned. “That was the first one you counted wasn’t it? So that’s one.” He raised his hand again. Instead of cowering away, Kelly found herself almost locked in place on Alan’s knee, waiting for his hand to make it way back to her now pink backside, but this time, she did not shy away. His hand met her skin with the same ferocity, but Kelly suddenly found herself, not in pain, but slowly leaking wetness into the diaper that was perched so perfectly onto Alan’s knee. Alan’s hand came down once more. “Two… Papa Alan.. It hurts so bad!” Her eyes now started to well up with tears as she screamed in protest. His hand raised again, almost as if he was not listening at all to the poor girl's wailing, coming down again in a thunderous clap against her exposed and now very pink crest of her lower bottom. Kelly let out a blood-curdling scream that made Alan wince due to his proximity. “Unh.. That’s enough of that. Open your mouth.” Alan grabbed the back of Kelly’s ponytail, turning her head in his direction. He was now holding a much larger pacifier gag, which he proceeded to place in her mouth mid-sob and quickly secured the strap behind her head. This motion was becoming all too familiar, and while Kelly was in extreme protest to her current circumstances, she was beginning to find the security of the gag oddly comforting, giving her a plausible excuse to secretly regress under the security of this towering stranger. Each strike brought her deeper and deeper into realms of pain that she had never before visited, but each time, almost in unconscious compliance, she dutifully counted out each one, every number she could manage to annunciate through her gag, reinforcing a single idea in the young woman. She was not in control of anything. Any plans she had of enjoying her freedom from school were disappearing into a void of uncertainty, all being replaced with flashes of things she had read about, manifesting themselves with this strange, gorgeous man in vivid detail. Her mind snapped back to reality and a severely burning and red rear end as she managed to squeak the number ten from behind her gag and tears. Alan sat her up in place and looked her in the eyes, with a quiet sadness in his gaze. “I don’t like doing things like this Baby Kel.. But I have no issue doing what is necessary to discipline little girls who try to run away or don’t do what they are told.” His words were a spear of authority, wrapped in the same warmth she first felt as she laid eyes on him. Kelly, almost as if hypnotised by the sound of Alan’s voice, suddenly felt all protest leave her body. As if expecting her to say something, he removed the gag and stroked her cheek, bringing her tear filled gaze to his own. “I-I’m sowwy Papa Awan..” Kelly was immediately shocked as the words came out. The cheeks on her face now matched the complexion of her other, recently blushed cheeks. “It’s ok kiddo, Papa Alan is here to look after you.” His smile widened as he cupped the back of Kelly’s head, letting her sink into his safety. “Let’s get you dressed.” Alan stood up and made his way to Kelly’s closet, as he opened the door she realised all of the clothes that hung in there previously, had been replaced by all of her secret baby clothes! Alan ticked through each item, pausing every now and again to look at Kelly, as if to visualise what she might look like in each outfit. After a few minutes he pulled out a white onesie, with a Winnie the Pooh emblem on the chest, and a pattern of the rest of the characters in a single ruffle around the arms and a small skirt. “Definitely this one.” He said gleefully, “I love Winnie the Pooh!! Ok little one, arms up!” Alan had bunched up her chosen outfit, and was gesturing to Kelly to lift her arms up. As if controlled by an invisible puppeteer, she complied. He slipped the onesie over Kelly’s head, manoeuvring her arms into the sleeves and pulling it down over her exposed breasts, her nipples catching ever so slightly on the fabric in resistance. With a swift hand underneath her padded behind, he slides her back until she is lying on the bed, using the same hand to clip the fasteners between her legs. His hand brushed her leg sensually as he stood up, Kelly could not help but to giggle babyishly. “Absolutely adorable! I can already tell we’re going to have a good time for the next little while!” His cheer could have powered a small city for several days. “Now, I am guessing you might be a little hungry?” Kelly realised she had not actually eaten anything since lunch time the day before, her stomach made an audible growl in agreement to Alan’s question. “Uh-huh! Hungy Papa!” Kelly’s doe-like eyes looking up at her newfound guardian, her arms reaching out to him, searching for embrace. “Ok, come with me and we will get you something to eat.” Alan reached out his hand to meet Kelly’s, as she rose from the bed to take his direction into the living room. She found her usual stride displaced by the padding between her legs, waddling as she was led into the other room. Kelly immediately noticed the coffee table in the middle of the room had been replaced with a mobile cot, filled with an assortment of soft plush toys. Once she found herself standing in front of it, her legs were swept away from beneath her, and she was placed in the enclosure. “Now you sit here and play while I make you some breakfast.” As she sat on the floor, Alan seemed to look like a giant from her current perspective. Kelly googled softly, looking into his eyes like she was suddenly and completely seen for the first time. As much as the idea of being forced into this situation had caused her such anxiety, she now felt herself coming to terms with the idea that this beautiful man was going to be taking care of her, and for how long? At that moment she had no concept of the long term future, only being fed by her new “Papi.” “I’ll be back in a minute little one, if you need anything just call for me!” Alan shouted as he retreated from view into the kitchen. As he left, Kelly found herself taking in her wildly new environment. The fantasy she had been secretly dreaming about for several months was now coming true in an incredibly intense, yet somewhat comforting way. Even after such a brief, albeit intense interaction, Kelly was starting to feel that this may not be an altogether terrible experience. Depending on what Alan relayed to her mother.. A flash of fear broke through Kelly’s daydream. “I can’t let him know how much I secretly want this! If he tells mama, this might go on forever! But what if he punishes me for protesting?? I need to play this just right..” Kelly looked around and found one of her favourite plushies, a small otter she had named, “Chungungo”. She crawled across her enclosure, grabbing the toy tightly and lying down on the floor, almost in exhaustion. Her eyes started to grow heavy, as her last nights ‘sleep’ was far from restful. By the time Alan returned, she could hardly keep her eyes open. He scooped her up in a soothing single motion, and laid her down in his lap, as she almost dozed off, she felt the familiar sensation of the teat of a bottle pass her lips. Her eyes opened into a gaze at the bottle now in her mouth. “Mmhmm–mmmm!!” Kelly tried to pull away, but found her head again nestled in the massive palm of Alan. All of her energy of resistance was replaced with a further level of regression, as she had no choice but to suckle on the warm milk that was now filling her mouth. “Shhhh.. You don’t have anything to worry about now darlin, just relax and eat your breakfast, once you’re done I’ll put you down for a nap so I can get stuck into getting your new room ready!” A wave of fear washed over Kelly as Alan said this, but this feeling was overcome by a recently familiar situation.. Alan had placed sedatives in Kelly’s “Meal”. She found herself unable to keep her eyes open or keep her head aloft. “Sweet dreams, you adorable little angel.. When you wake up everything will be ready for you..” The last words Kelly heard as she fell into unconsciousness..

Author's Note: This is the first ever AB story I've decided to share publicly. I'm still rather new to this, so there may be a few rough edges. I'm open to feedback. Still, I hope that people enjoy the story; I tried to make a good blend of sadism and nurturing care. If anyone comments on this, I'll write another chapter and try to make it more nurturing, flesh out the characters a bit more, etc. I also made the character non binary and androgynous, so that more people might be able to identify with them. Also, the characters in this story are all biologically adults, don't worry. Now, without further ado, please enjoy the story. The moment I enter the gaming room, I smell them. It’s an ungodly smell of mud, dirty armpits and unwashed ass. It makes me want to gag, and I subtly head to the bathroom to run them a bath. Considering how much they hate baths, I’m half expecting a grade A meltdown…but the dumb idiot doesn’t seem to notice at all. They’re too busy gaming. What a fucking dumbass They are. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that they’re 20 years old and a grown adult. “Your bath’s ready, swamp ass,” I tell them 10 minutes later. I’ve dumped a fucking half bottle of strawberry bubble bath into the tub, and I pray to God that it’s strong enough to de-funkify Their smelly, rancid ass. With my luck, though, it probably won’t be. They look up in alarm and say ‘A…A bath?” Their eyes are darting around wildly and They’re clearly quite panicked. "Yeah, a bath," I snap. "Don't act so shocked. Your stench is making my eyes water; you need to get cleaned.." They clutch the controller tighter, knuckles whitening. "I don't... I don't need one." I roll my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a headache. Every fucking time with this shit. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe, fixing them with my best 'don't-test-me' glare. "Listen, I didn't waste half a bottle of expensive bubble bath for nothing. You smell like literal shit, and it’s pissing me off. Get your ass in that tub before I drag you there myself." I take a step closer towards them, to show them that I mean business. They gulp, and stand up nervously. “OK. I, I’ll go take a bath,” They say before heading upstairs to the bathroom. Naturally, I follow them; I don’t trust Them to bathe properly without me, even if They are a grown adult. And someone needs to wash their ass; I can smell it even through Their sweatpants. Yuck. The bath is filled to the brim, and foamy water spills forth from it. The water smells of strawberries, a sharp, cleansing smell. They frown as They look at it. “Did you have to use all this stuff?” They whine. God damnit, I hate how they act like a toddler sometimes “Yes,” I reply. “Now get undressed and get in the fucking tub before I spank you.” It’s an empty threat, obviously - I couldn’t bear to spank someone as dirty as They are - but They’re too stupid to realize that. It’s why I keep using it, because it never fails to convince Them. Trembling, They quickly undress, pulling off Their shirt, bra and Their sweatpants. Even from a distance, Their underwear looks grimy and gross. “Undies as well,” I say, with an impatient hand gesture to boot. “Chop chop.” They obey, of course. They’re too scared of me not to obey, and I love it. It may have taken me months of conditioning them through bribes, psychological torment (and even an occasional bout of hypnosis) but they’ve become completely submissive. I’ve even been able to mold Their personality slightly, making them less unsavory and annoying to be around. Unfortunately, though, I haven’t been able to fix Their lack of personal hygiene. As soon as Their underwear gets taken off, I march over to them and shove them into the tub. It usually takes them forever to get in on their own, you see, and I can’t risk having the smell of Their dirty ass stink up the bathroom. Gasping, they pop up from under the bubbles and glare at me. “What was that for?” they ask, rubbing their back. “You hurt me!” I roll my eyes, but I don’t bother to give them any kind of reply. As if I care about their feelings. All I care about is getting them clean, no matter how much it upsets them. I take the loofah from the side of the tub and squirt a generous amount of body wash onto it. The smell of artificial strawberries intensifies, almost masking Their stench. Almost. "Arms up," I command. They hesitate, hugging Their knees to Their chest like a child. "I can wash myself." "Right, because you've proven so capable of that before." I grab Their arm and yank it upward, ignoring Their yelp of protest. "The last time I let you bathe yourself, you just sat in the water for twenty minutes and got out. Didn't even touch the soap." Their face flushes red as I scrub Their armpit with unnecessary force. Good. They should be embarrassed. What kind of adult doesn't know how to clean themselves properly? "That hurts," they whimper, as my loofah scrubs Their armpit thoroughly. Truthfully, I am scrubbing with more force than is necessary. But they deserve it for getting this stinky; I refuse to feel any remorse for it. Instead, I just scrub Their armpit even harder, before moving on to the other one. That one, the right one, smells even worse than the previous one did; I make a note to myself to buy them a stronger deodorant. Still, I don’t like them glaring at me with tears in Their eyes. So, to distract them, I start chatting. “Your 3 month anniversary is coming up,” I remind them, as I scrub Their right armpit. I glance down at the bathwater, subtly, and notice that the water around Their butt is getting brown. I’ll have to scrub them quickly, before they dirty up the entire tub. “3 months since I became your court approved guardian. How time flies, eh? Three months ago, you were a felon who was mugging old ladies and shooting up gangbangers. You were living on the street and wiping your ass with newspapers; now you live here with me in my fancy home, with proper meals and toilet paper. Life’s gotten a lot better, hasn’t it?” They nod eagerly, like a puppy. For a moment, my heart warms toward them, before they promptly ruin it by saying “But…maybe you could stop bathing me. T-to celebrate, I mean?” I make a mental note to amp up the conditioning. I want them to be too submissive to stand up to me or make any demands; I won’t abuse them and I will treat them well - but it will be on my terms, not theirs. Still, I’m feeling generous. So, despite their insolence, I decide to give them an answer anyway. “Maybe once you master wiping yourself properly, I’ll consider it,” I tell them nastily. “Or even washing your ass properly.” It takes a lot of effort not to chuckle, as they blush a fiery red in front of me. My sadistic heart never tires of making them squirm. And speaking of squirming… As I remove my loofah from Their armpits, which are now fresh as a daisy, I can see them moving around gingerly in the water. It irritates me, so I snap “What is it now??” I glare at them also, daggers shooting from my eyes. The temperature in the bathroom drops majorly. “The water feels kind of gross,” they reply, staring down at the tub with downcast eyes. A quick glance shows me the reason why. The water isn’t just brown now, it’s really quite mucky. Clearly, Their butt was even more gross than I’d realized; I’m pissed at myself for not realizing it. I should have known something was up when I was able to smell it through Their own sweatpants. I really can be an idiot sometimes - not that I’d ever admit it to them, of course. I nod encouragingly, as I coax them to exit the tub. They stand up eagerly, and exit the water in a jiffy. As the tub drains, I gaze upon Their naked body. They are surprisingly pretty, despite the fact that they were castrated in jail - the result of a messy prison brawl. It should make them seem disfigured, but instead it makes me want to protect them. I lean down and give them a hug, chuckling as my tits poke them in the back and they wince. For a moment or two, we continue embracing as they lean back into my tits. I smile internally, seeing how much they trust me and feel safe with me, despite my occasional cruelty. But, Their smell soon ends our embrace. “What are you doing?” they ask, as I propel them over to the shower. I turn the water on, making it a mix of lukewarm and cold, and spread their cheeks forcibly. As the water blasts the debris away from their asshole, I deign to give them an answer. “Washing your butt, duh. I wasn’t able to do so in the bath, and you stink down there,” They blush, but they don’t say a word to defend themselves. After all, they know that they’re in the wrong. I grab a clean loofah, and squirt a generous amount of showergel onto it. Then, I work up a good lather and get to work on Their white, smelly asscheeks. I scrub vigorously, covering the area in a white, soapy foam that smells of vanilla and strawberries. Eventually, the smell of shit disappears there, and is replaced with the smell of my showergel. Still, I continue to scrub a little longer, until their asscheeks are shiny and sparkling. Next, I scrub at Their ass crack with ruthless efficiency. The grime coming off makes me want to vomit, but I hold it together. This is what I signed up for, after all. At least the shower spray helped wash away most of the filth. Thank goodness for small mercies. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” I ask them, rolling my eyes as I scrub Their asshole. “I’m seriously tempted to start making supervised baths a requirement. I’m sick and tired of sharing my home with a smelly roommate. You may be 20, but you have the hygiene of a fucking five year old.” Their eyes dart at me in a panic, as I finally remove my loofah. “Y-you can’t be serious!” they protest. “Supervised baths!?” “You heard me,” I tell them, as I place my hands on my hips. With a dominant look on my face, I continue, saying: “I’m not going to kick you out, or make you go back on the street again. I promised the courts that I’d keep you safe when I adopted you, and I intend to keep my word. But, that doesn’t mean you get to stink up the place by not wiping yourself or by not washing your armpits properly. So, until you can prove to me that you can wash yourself like an adult, it’s supervised baths for you. Got that, kiddo?” I smile coldly, daring them to argue. Their mouth moves as they struggle to form words, to protest. I can see the veins trembling in their neck, how their body shudders with a nervous tension. But, in the end, Their conditioning and my hypnosis is too strong. They bow Their head down, and nod submissively in agreement. I’ve won. “Good kiddo,” I croon as I hug them again. They bury their face in my breasts for comfort. I allow them a few moments to bury themselves in my bosom and soothe themselves, before I shove them away from me. I then dig into my linen cabinet and toss them a warm, fluffy towel. “Get dressed and then meet me downstairs. I’ll start making you some pizza,” I tell them. “And don’t forget to apply deodorant before coming down there, or I will spank your ass bloody.” I turn my back and exit the bathroom, leaving them to dry off in peace. ******* After dinner, we cuddle up on the couch together and watch a movie. It’s a Disney movie; I don’t want them to see anything that might stir up any violent thoughts. I sniff Their body regularly, and eagerly inhale the strawberry aroma from their skin. They’re wearing pajamas which I bought them, and I can tell they’re sleepy from the bath; they keep nodding off, and then waking up as their head sinks onto my breasts. Suddenly, unprompted, they say: “Thank you.” “For what?” I ask them, taken by surprise. They’ve been kind to me lately, and somewhat gentle, but they’ve never thanked me before. “For taking me in, and- and for bathing me today,” they say hesitantly. “I-I like how you take care of me, even if you can be a bitch.” I’m tempted to scrub Their mouth out with soap for that swear word that they just used. But I’m so touched by what they just said, that I decide to not be a sadist for once. “Glad to do it, kiddo,” I answer them, as I ruffle their hair. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk me out of those supervised baths this way.” To my surprise, this reply gives rise to some serious swearing. Well-well. Normally, it would make me quite angry. Today, however, I decide to try things a bit differently. “Uh-uh-uh,” I warn them, as I raise my finger up menacingly. “You do not swear at Mommy, young un. That warrants a spanking.” And with that, I lift them up from the couch and pull down Their pajama pants. God, I’m glad I scrubbed Their ass thoroughly in the shower just now… After a vigorous spanking, which leaves Their bottom bright red and my hand stinging a bit, I send them off to bed. They do as I command, rubbing Their bottom tenderly. As they head upstairs, I gaze after them and feel a surprising tenderness towards them. They may be a pain in the ass sometimes and a total dork, but I still love them. At the end of the day, they’re my dork, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if they often smell like ass and BO. I turn off the tv and head to my downstairs bedroom, smiling fondly as I think of them, my little non binary felon. I think I’ll enjoy being Their ‘Mommy’. The End.

This ABDL series will depict Azula engaging in sexual acts with various other characters. While these are characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender, this story is set over a decade into the show's future and all characters depicted are adults. This is a trilogy of one-shots, they will be posted in order though all can be read as standalone. Additional tags and Content Warnings will be listed per story where applicable. Payback Where Mai adds a new layer to humiliating Azula. F/f, mdlg, lesdom, BDSM, Dom/Sub powerdynamics, Spanking, Wetting ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ ♡ ~~ Looking at the sight below her, Mai had never been so glad she'd taken up woodworking. It began as just another way to put her knives to good use. Killing didn't quite belong in peace time. Sure, for a while it paid well to keep cumbersome dissidents in check. First at court to remind its members that they were part of a regular council now that martial law had been lifted and later, when she'd broken off with Zuko for the last time and she began travelling to find herself in the (former) colonies. The latter had been quite the peculiar experience. Many of the colonials simply never left. Using their vast wealth to hire mercenaries that strong armed the locals into compliance. Ruling the area as if the war never stopped. Apparently they'd become quite the sticking point in negotiations between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom. To the point that once word got out she'd been in the area she'd been discreetly approached to bring them to reason. Which Mai of course took as an invitation to be as brazen as she liked. It wasn't even a bad approach. There was little need for subtlety outside of Caldera. The colonials especially were even more fanatical in their belief of the supremacy of fire and that they ought to continue the war despite the Fire Nation already having been defeated at the height of its power and, more puzzlingly, their own apparent mixed ancestry. When she shared her findings with the capital Zuko came to believe they must fear treatment in the Fire Nation and redoubled his efforts to improve the standing of those not from the main islands. Mai, for her part, cared little for the origins of such delusions. Just like her targets cared little for the Fire Lord's decree to cease the war effort. Did not comprehend his new preachings of peace. Luckily, however, violence was a language they did understand. Thus the lot of them became much more compliant at the point of a knife often returning with less than half of what they could have had, had they went while the going was good. The remaining radicals were trivial to deal with. A few she dealt with herself, but most were usually so reviled by the locals many of them would pay to do the deed. It was quite satisfying for only a little sabotage to make the house of cards fall. Eventually though the thrill of it wore off and it just became tedious. Remaining holdouts wore thin and frankly knife-point diplomacy didn't fit into Zuko's new way of doing things. So after a few years Mai retreated to her family's old estate on Whale Tail Island from before her ancestors moved to court. Making use of the generous compensation she got. Officially for her services as a dignitary. (Serving as the Fire Lord’s informal knife under the table came with many favours, including letting her father retire quietly instead of landing in jail.) As well as her usual monthly stipend. The choice had been daunting at first. Mai was doubtful the quiet life would agree with her, but Ty Lee's promise to join her, formally as her guard, pushed her through. Even so, sitting still did not agree with Mai and after a while the boredom did start to get to her. Thus her new girlfriend suggested Mai try the hobby. She'd taken to it fairly well and soon after she turned to more… phallic shapes. Initially just as a sort of quiet rebellion. Mai never tired of sticking it to the proprietary that had chained her down for so long and adorning her ancestral home with such vulgar items fit perfectly into that. Even if their form had been perhaps a bit too familiar… Regardless, it didn't take long for them to be added to the bedroom, as Mai quickly learned to wax them thoroughly and not to be shy to use plenty of oils as well. Not that Ty Lee had left her lacking, but Mai liked having a wide range of options and the thrill of reintroducing an element she previously thought she had to give up was irresistible. A few months later word got out Azula had recovered. A letter from Zuko explaining the situation arrived a few days later. Mai hadn't been sure how she felt about the news, the way Zuko explained the situation was troubling. Still it was as good a reason as any to leave the mansion for a bit. She had been due to peek inside the caldera for a while now anyways. She offered Azula to stay with on a whim. Hadn't even consulted with Ty Lee about it, but Mai just couldn't help it when she saw the lilt in Azula's eyes. Mai could tell the princess wasn't faring well at court and couldn't help but recall her own struggle of feeling constrained there. Azula had been making a valiant attempt at convincing Mai she was fine, but Mai wasn't swayed. When they were young the three of them would always wore masks: Mai’s was an increasingly monotone aloofness, while Ty Lee became a master of deflections and lean into the ditzy persona people dismissed her as, but the princess utilized both a perfect poker face that could shift into any shape she desired and combined it with a tongue sharp enough to make cities fall. But what Mai had seen in front of her wasn't that. It was a face full of cracks and instead if the perfect princess reborn she saw her younger self from when she was so, so afraid. Azula had gone quiet, saying she'll think about it. Her tone was reserved, but that she hadn't rejected the offer out of hand was telling. Mai had time anyways: she and Ty Lee were staying in the capital for a few more weeks. Mai would need it to, to formally get her significant other on board and to properly apologize for not asking first. Not that Mai expected Ty Lee would have any objections, but it was the principle of the thing. Like Mai expected, Ty Lee was immediately ecstatic and, at the end of their stay, Azula took them up on their offer. Once Azula joined their household, at first ‘only for a little while’, it didn’t take long for memories to resurface of the three of them ‘just practicing for the boys’ that suddenly seemed a lot more important than some inconsequential fooling around. Quickly it appeared Mai was far from alone with such thoughts and so Azula joined their bed and it was there Mai realized something most unexpected about her old friend. She craved humiliation. It was innocuous at first: just a little whining whenever just got teased, but soon Mai realized Azula would always give that response. Naturally this prompted Mai to start upping the ante which would promptly be rewarded. Eventually Azula's humiliation took on a life of its own. At first Mai wondered why such a natural leader like Azula would take to such a submissive role, but apparently it was fueled by her guilt over past actions. A little overblown in Mai's opinion, especially since her and Ty Lee were some of the last people to be able to judge the princess for it, not that the stubborn girl could be convinced otherwise, Mai’s not one to look a gifted ostrich-horse in the mouth though, especially on occasions like these where she has the princess all to herself, allowing Mai to get a bit more experimental . For the current case Mai has to thank Kiyi's recent visit. As Azula still viscerally struggles to have an amicable relationship with her half-sister, which, after the former left, lead Mai to joke that perhaps Azula did not take well to no longer being the youngest. Needless to say, the response had been~ inspiring. “Please punish me mommy,” Azula begs, flinging Mai’s consciousness back to the moment. “I’ve been a bad girl.” The princess continues and the pathetic display is almost enough to make Mai feel guilty for not paying attention, but then: one could hardly blame themselves for being out of it when witnessing such a sight. The crown princess of the Nation tantalizingly tied up and a most undignified garment swaddling her hips. Mai couldn’t think of anything more mesmerizing. But she isn’t sharing any of that. “Oh dear,” she mock-gasps instead, “have you now?” The whine Azula gives in response is something Mai’s dead-certain she would have killed for. “You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you. You love the way I treat you.” “I do mommy,” Azula readily admits, having learned by now denying it will get her nowhere, “please, I deserve it.” Mai pulls on Azula’s collar. Letting the princess’ face stop just short of her own. Not pretending not to relish the fear creeping into her friend’s eyes Mai smirks. “That you do.” Then Mai releases Azula again, ignoring her friend’s dismay as she does. They’ve fooled around long enough. It’s time to begin the real play. Mai goes to sit down, one leg over the other. Azula lets out a yelp as Mai pulls the princess over her lap. I the girl’s princess parts just so happen to end up resting on Mai’s knee then surely that’s just a happy accident. Mai rests one hand on Azula’s lower back, ready to hold to princess in place once she’ll start to sputter, but for now keeping it to a simple caress, and fondles Azula’s ample thighs with her other hand. “Why won’t you be a good girl for mommy and tell me everything you did wrong today yourself huh?” Mai asks, too lazy to come up with something herself. “Me? I uh, yes mommy. Well, I woke up in a wet nappy— *SMACK* Mai slaps Azula’s thigh mid-sentence, leaving a delicious red mark. “Go on.” Mai says, as if nothing is amiss. “You can continue while I punish you. It’s faster this way. Just make sure to thank mommy. Remember: this hurts mommy more than it hurts you.” Mai lies. “Yes mommy, I’m sorry mommy and thank you.” Azula brabbles. Mai slaps Azula’s thigh again, harder than last time. “Thank you who?” Mai asks, patting Azula’s red thigh. “Mommy!” Azula cries, “I mean… thank you mommy.” “Very good. Continue.” “Yes mommy. I, uh, didn’t tell you good morning when I saw you downstairs.” Mai slaps Azula’s thighs again and this time Azula reacts exactly like how Mai made up just now. While Mai enjoys grabbing a handful and leaving a mark on her favourite (and only) plaything, it doesn’t take long for her to tune out Azula’s brabble as the princess rattles off every inane misstep or perceived slight of the day. That is, until Mai notices Azula go noticeably silent aside from her obligatory “thank you mommy”’s. “Hm?” Mai questions. “I said that’s everything mommy.” Azula mutters, “I can’t think of anything else for today. I’m sorry.” “Is that so? Well, no matter, you’re still due plenty of punishment from before don’t you think?” “Y-yes mommy.” “Very good. You see mommy used to punish a lot of bad people. Do you know what mommy used to do with them?” Azula gulps. “N-no mommy.” “Well, mommy used to pretend they were you and treat them accordingly.” “O-oh.” “Yes ‘Oh’. Now princess, mommy’s been thinking: she has had plenty of plenty of practice by now. Perhaps it’s time you finally get what you deserve, don’t you think?” “Y-yes mommy.” “Good, because these spankings clearly aren’t enough for someone like you.” Mai remarks, her voice cold as steel as she flicks a knife into her hands. Azula’s eyes go wide. Mai smirks as she swings — “Mai wait!” — and cuts the rope. Mai chuckles. That never got old. It’s also what finally got Azula to start bawling her eyes out. Good. Mai thinks as she takes Azula into her arms. Poor girl had clearly been needing a good cry all day. Too bad about the rope though. It was pretty expensive, but the look on Azula’s face? Priceless. And really, in those days Mai had wanted revenge, but this, this is just so much better. Stealthily copping a feel Mai quickly notices the princess’ padding is soaked, in more ways than one. But could it handle more? Only one way to find out. “Azula.” Mai asks once the princess has calmed down. “Yes?” “Piss yourself.” “What?” Mai tsks, pretending Azula’s lost expression didn’t make her cold heart melt. “There’s no point in changing your diaper if you’re just going to immediately wet your next one. You think I didn’t notice you doing the same just before? You might as well finish up and do it now.” Obligingly and without any further protest, Azula does exactly that. The muffled hiss from her diaper is soon followed up by Azula actually leaking a little, but no matter. Mai can just have her clean that up when they’re done. For now, Mai ignores Azula’s pathetic cries and leads her to the mat so Mai can change her. Despite the smell, once she has opened the cloth swaddling her princesses’ hips, Mai can’t help but play with the ‘toy‘ stuffing Azula’s pussy, or ‘princess parts’. Whatever Ty Lee’s calling them this week. The hole Mai’s fucking with the dildo she made herself. Not too hard, Azula must be quite ginger after having it inside of her all day, just enough to almost let the princess have climax she’s been begging for. The sheen her polished craftwork gives off once Mai takes it out is almost tempting enough for Mai to lick it clean, should such a thing not have been absolutely disgusting. Perhaps sometime Azula might enjoy a taste of her own filth though. Instead, Mai puts the dildo aside and turns her attention the to the other toy Azula’s has been playing with. Grabbing Azula by the ankles, first pulling them up and then pushing them to Azula’s face, Mai is reunited with her latest creation stuffed in Azula’s behind like some kind of depraved pearl. As to be expected, Mai’s craftmanship looks to be a great success. Her only regret is not giving the toy some kind of flourish, an eye perhaps. She had already decided to be less conservative for the size on the next one, in any case. Refocusing her attention Mai quickly commands Azula to keep her legs in place. Her hands free, Mai wastes little time and sets to work coaxing out Azula’s plug and finally letting the princess receive her reward. Mai only needs to let her fingers work their magic for a little bit before Azula’s moans return to make music for Mai’s ears. It’s obvious the princess is close. Truthfully Mai can only partially take credit. She has kept Azula needy like this since forever. Mai predicts her princess will release any second now and just as Mai finally removes the plug, Azula comes, letting out a groan that feels like it reverberates through the entire building. Mai doesn’t care if anyone overheard. She has never felt so smug. She should really be getting a medal for this type of thing. Her handiwork is clearly the work of the spirits. Instead, she has a plug with a putrid smell, so Mai quickly sets it aside next to her other craftmanship. Once Azula’s done riding out her orgasm Mai goes to clean her princess in earnest. When Mai finishes changing Azula she finds her impossibly, utterly and completely tuckered out. Mai can’t even bring herself to be mad about it, despite the princess doing so while not even having cleaned up her own mess. Maybe Mai will get the maids to handle it, they had to be getting suspicious by now anyway. Still, it would be nice to avoid something like this in the future. Guess that just means her princess will need bigger diapers from now on.

The fantasy traveling craft flashed into reality, in front of the circus. Captin PrickleyPants and Momma SplishSplash exited the craft cautiously. The thick cloud of weed smoke burned the eyes. Momma SplishSplash and Captin PrickleyPants quickly began to follow the smell of the sweat leaf until they stumbled upon a crying clown. Momma SplishSplash said, “Howdy I’m Momma SplishSplash and this is Captin PrickleyPants”. (The sad clown said) “My name is Peepers the Clown”. Momma SplishSplash said, “Hey don’t bogart the whole doobie”!Peepers the Clown laughed (like two friendly car beeps) and stepped forward to pass the devils lettuce to Captin PrickleyPants. SplishSplash, PrickleyPants and Peepers kept the ceremonial rotation going. Just then, the alarm from the transponder erupted. Wee, wee, wee, wee… PrickleyPants yelled, Fuck we gotta get out of here”! SplishSplash yelled, “Peepers let’s go”! As she grabbed his arm and ran to the craft. Upon entry to the craft, they noticed the key panel lights were nearly all out and the only lights that were on read, (caretaker and caregiver) which were backlight by red and green LED’s respectively. Captin PrickleyPants yelled, “I don’t wanna take anything”! (Yelling over the alarm). Momma SplishSplash yelled, Im’a giver”! Peepers the Clown yelled, “What”? (With the blunt held between his teeth, as he laughed like two friendly car horn beeps). As PrickleyPants engaged the caregiver key panel. Within seconds, the fantasy traveling craft flashed into existence. I was on the floor watching the movie, Weird Science with Iza, (the sitter) she was on the couch behind me. She had her foot on my pamper butt and would lightly tap and slide her foot back and forth. During the entire movie, I would glance back and notice her legs would spread wide and close tightly squishing her diaper, while teasing me with her footsie movements. After the movie ended and Muppet Babies was playing, Iza said she needed to use the bathroom. She got up and went to her master bedroom, which has a bathroom attached. I thought to myself, why would she need to go? We haven’t drank anything the entire movie. When she got back to sit on the couch, I noticed she was wearing a different diaper. So I got up and went to her room to “use the bathroom” too. I noticed the trash can and saw that she had put her diaper in. I grabbed it out and it didn’t feel wet. I opened it up and it was wet but not much pee. I touched it and it felt slick. I gave it a sniff and started getting a sweet musky scent that drove me bonkers. My heart started racing and throbbing started between my legs, against my pamper. I started hummping and thrusting my hips. My pre cum covered cock in my diaper was sliding back and forth. The smell of her cream in the diaper was amazing. I started to taste it when all of the sudden the door swings open. Iza is standing there, staring at me with open mouth. She slowly closed her mouth took a deep breath and said “come with me, you’re in big trouble little boy”. She took my arm and guided me to the bed. Iza said, “now lay down on the bed, butt in the air on your stomach”. She took her slightly used diaper out of my hand and said, “did you like that”? Iza then placed the inside out diaper under her nose and over her mouth. She inhaled the sex and said, “now that’s a good one huh”? She said, “you know I have to punish you now, right”? I was so red from arousal and shame, I couldn’t even talk. Just shake my head yes and no. Iza then flattened the moist, damp, cum filled diaper and placed it under my face on the bed. She said, “you like that”? “You want more”? She reached her hand out as she whispered seductively in my ear. Iza started rubbing my diaper butt, moving in a circular motion while putting pressure on my swollen cock. I had peed a bit earlier and it was tight, warm, soft and slippery from the oozing pre cum seeping out the top. Iza then started spanking me which caused me to start humping. She rolled me back over, onto my back and ran her hand up and down the warm bulge of the outside of my diaper. She placed the diaper on top of my face and asked, “how do I taste, does that taste good, you love the smell of my sopping wet pussy juice, you want more”? She then pulled one of her breasts out of her robe and lifted me to her nipple. I started sucking and rolling my tongue over her tit, as it swelled and hardened in my mouth. Her hand on the front of my diaper started caressing faster. She said, you gonna cum for me, you wanna cum, yeah you do, what a big, big boy”. She then straddled me on her knees and asked if I wanted to see a secret, but that I can’t tell anyone. I shook my diaper smothered face, yes. Iza began to slowly and carefully undo the tape of the new diaper she had on and with one hand between her legs, lowered the dipper slightly to expose a purple dildo sliding in and out. She quickly taped up, as I had blown my cream all inside my diaper all the way to the top of my chest. Iza just giggled and yelled for her daughter, Olma to grab a pink diaper and bring it to her. Olma opened the door and handed the girl diaper to Iza. Olma just let out a laugh, (like two friendly car horn beeps) because I had to wear a pink girls diaper the rest of the visit. “the end”

I remember mine pretty vividly. I was 17 and at boarding school, and it wasn't super long after I came out to my best friend. I'd done quite some thinking and decided that I was going to get some diapers. During an off-campus trip, I picked out a pack of disposables at Target, did self checkout, then tried my best to hide them on the way back. When I first put one on, the feeling was strange. I just felt so right. At the time, it was my first time wearing a diaper in 15 years. But it didn't feel like it, it felt like I'd never been out of them. I loved it, it just felt so secure and comforting. It's been a journey ever since. What about you guys?

Really just looking for ABDL friends near me. Tired of being the only one who wears and enjoys the comfort of diapers. Plus it’d be nice to have someone to share stories with. ☺️

Feel free to not answer if you aren't comfortable. I post this because I'd like to see if there's a correlation between being AB/DL and childhood abuse. I myself was emotionally abused by my stepfather, and also dealt with an alcoholic mother. I don't think it's a direct cause in my case, but it definitely had influence on it. Without the abuse and alcoholism, I may have lacked the desire to recreate a better childhood.

Hello all, New to the whole AB/DL lifestyle. Haven't had any real life experience yet. Kinda nervous.Would like to chat or meet with interesting like minded people and have a bit of fun.

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I'm an ab/dl straight male living in central tx. I am on Twitter, and fetlife mostly. Figured I would start an account on here as well. Feel free to follow, or friend me.

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ive been thinking lately on how hard it is to find someone in this community for me. Somone that doesn't live so far away, somone who share my intrests and respects my limits. So ive thought to look firstly for a boyfriend at first. Then ive thought, i really ont want to just hide my furry/baby side, its a part of who i am. So the though and question is, has anyone successfully turned their loved one, who was not into this thing, into what they wanted, baby, moomy, daddy or whatever? is it possible? how?

I've noticed in the last couple years the AB/DL community as a whole has grown by leaps and bounds. Until recently, we had just a few options for AB/DL specific diapers. I remember first Bambino, ABU brands if we wanted something besides adult cloth or disposable diapers. Now it seems there's so many new AB/DL brands available with really cute prints and colors. i cannot seem to keep up with them all. I see the AB/DL community broken down like this... Old timers (like me) that have loved diapers since childhood. I remember when the internet only had Diaper Pail Friends and a few smaller groups & sites. Before that, I though I was the only "weirdo" in the world to have diaper desires. I'm still weird BTW, just not in a bad way.

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Following on from a few posts in Bucks, MK and London Groups..... Looking to hold a Meetup on the 24th Jan at the White Hart (Wetherspoons) in Aylesbury. All welcome, it is a Vanilla Pub, so if you are going to wear, please bear this in mind and do so discreetly. The White Hart is quite spacious and offers food and drink, with a large amount of parking nearby as well as good transport links via rail and Buses. Im quite open to what time people want to do/are available for..... shall we say 3pm? that way if people want to go on somewhere else they can etc. comments, questions and attendance below please (Cross-posted to Fet-Life) B