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"Now now, thats enough of that" Bill said. "Do you want me to get your teddy bear and pacifier again? Right here in public?" Michael sniffed and shook his head. "No." The two stood outside a tall, multi leveled glass building. Both of the pair wore dark suits and blue ties which were nearly identical and which most of the people milling around the building wore. However, Michael's jacket was shorter and his pants were looser, though not lose enough to hide a thick bulge around his waste. Finally, in a more subtle difference many didn't notice, Michael's tie was a slightly lighter pastel shade of blue. Bill, a black haired man and the taller of the two, leaned over the shorter brunette and pointed up at the one of the levels. "Now, you march right back up there and apologize for your behavior! You say you are sorry, tell them I spanked you for it, and say you'll behave from now on." "But I don't want to tell them that!" Michael said, balling his fists and shuffling from foot to foot. "They'll laugh at me again. " Bill sighed. "I told you, they are only doing that because they think its cute." "They're mean to me!" "They aren't mean to you, they are teasing you. I also told you that you need to stop whining or the testing board will fail you in that area as well. Do you want to have to suck a pacifier and carry a teddybear everywhere you go?" "That's not fair!" "Michael, that is whining too. We already have them now for 'emergencies', but one more slip up and it will be a permanent part of your wardrobe. Sound fun?" Michael looked down. "No..." "Good. Now, same goes for running like that. You ran right out during traffic. If they reported that, you could find yourself being led by a leash and harness everywhere you go, or even tied in a stroller. Fun?" "No..." "Good. Now, if you go up on your own, it will look far better then if I take you. Do you think you can manage, or do I need to hold your hand?" Bill looked down into the wide, blue eyes of his ward, and tried to keep his face still. The fact that he could never tell Michael was a huge, and growing part of him wanted Michael to say yes. He remembered back long before when Michael was first demoted. He was still in diapers at age 26, which was odd enough, but not so much that Bill cared. They were plain white, he was only wetting and still able to change them himself, and he was testing his way out. Then there was the accident in the cafe, with Michael unprepared and unable to take care of it himself... his emotional outbreak, crying in public... and in a few weeks he was in printed diapers, expected to mess and to ask for a change, with a pacifier on hand to keep him quiet if he began to cry. Bill was stunned at first. He never expected to have to be changing diapers of his adult boyfriend. It was a burden he was willing to do for someone he cared about, but a burden non the less. However... over time his feelings began to change. At first it was something in his venerability, in his need for help, that changed his feeling. He loved Michael and would help when he needed, but was surprised to find that he loved the act of helping him as well. Every time he saw Michael blushing and squirming as he was led by the hand for a diaper change, Bill had to hold himself back from smiling and kissing him. Once he got used to seeing Micheal's printed diapers and pacifiers, he began to see them as cute as well, and though he would never tell Michael, he looked forward to the chances he could help Michael out of his work clothes and see him blushing in his underwear. Even the punishments he was now required to give added to the feeling, holding the boy over his lap and admiring the adorable prints of his diaper or growing red of his backside was a guilty pleasure. He steeled himself from it, and only did what was required, doing everything he could to avoid abusing his power and humiliating Michael- he could never forgive himself if he did. He even tried to hide the slight smiles that crept up during some of his duties, and the adoring laughter he would give each time he dressed or cuddled him. He couldn't imagine what he'd say if he heard what Bill thought of it all. And now, he stared into Micheal's eyes and had to do the same. They both knew what would happen if Bill had to led Micheal back up to his office. It would show lack of discipline, lack of emotional control, acting up... strikes in multiple categories. Micheal could require a leash or even a stroller, as he said, and the level of punishments Bill could give would undoubtedly go up. He was already borderline to requiring a pacifier at full times, along with several other signs of emotional immaturity, all of which would humiliate Micheal. At the same time, the thought of Micheal blushing and asking for help, scared of what might happen and of getting lost, and of leading him by the hand, comforting him the entire and rubbing his head, helping him through his apology... then later, the same thing, but instead having him tied close by, pacifier in his mouth and cuddling a teddy bear, with so much more of his well being up to him... it was a tantalizing thought. He shook his head. He could never do that to Micheal. He was still staring up at Bill, considering what to do, and truthfully, Bill hoped he'd be strong enough. He couldn't help but wonder what was going through his head. ... (Note: This story is in the world I used in "Tested." You don't need to read that to understand this one, just know that is effectively a dystopia where people are continuously tested on their life skills and abilities, then demoted or promoted based on the results. Failing means being given restrictions along kink lines. Progress with life skills is also kept slower, so people are often kept in diapers into their 20s, basically having to go through levels of thinner and thinner diapers, or regressed into thicker and thicker. This couple, Bill and Micheal, are established as having to be in what amounts to a sub/dom relationship because of Micheal's behavior.)

I've just been informed that my story "Wrong is Wrong" is being searched for, or was being searched for a while back. It was part of the diaper dimension, but I quit the project about 5 years ago. I've recently gotten the bug again and have planned to start it again. I believe I have it on my external hard drive and will upload it if I find it.

Hello folks! I hope you enjoy this short story I whipped up today. Might not be everyone's cup of tea, but Mommy asked me to be sure to post a story today, and I had this one mulling about in my mind for a bit. Hope it's fun! Maggie’s heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way slowly towards the large, grey door. She blinked a few times, and fished a scrap of paper out of her blouse to triple check the address she had been given. After a few moments of back and forth between the scrap of paper and the door, she summoned up her courage and pressed the button on the side panel near where the knob would be. A still silence followed, as Maggie nervously looked around. This was not a great area of town, and her standing here in her light blue blouse, black pencil skirt, and heels not only made her feel a bit ridiculous, but also somewhat unsafe. She had first heard about the job through her friend, Abigail. She had finally mustered up the courage to ask her just where all her money came from, and what she was doing to get it. One discussion had lead to an incredibly seedy interview over the phone, and now she was hear for her on the job training. She still only had the vaguest idea what it was she was here to do, but the twisted feeling in her gut told her that it likely was not legal. The sudden, loud buzz of the intercom over the door made Maggie cry out in shock, and her voice lightly echoed throughout the alleyway as she turned to face the camera now stoically watching her. “Are you the new hire?” said a slightly monotone female voice. Maggie cleared her throat and stood up a bit straighter. “Um Yes ma’am. Margaret Owens. I...uh...I heard about this opportunity from my friend Abigail Wilson,” she said nervously. “I..um..I’m pretty sure she’s here today. If you wanna...you know...check...or...” Another, louder buzz quickly ended Maggie’s rambling. “You can enter. Your On-The-Job Trainer will be with you shortly. Please wait in the waiting area,” the woman said. Maggie pushed the now unlocked door open and was greeted with the sight of a long corridor leading to yet another door. This time, however, the door was a garish, bright pink instead of the mechanical grey she had just opened. She made her way down the hall slowly while trying to convey as much confidence as possible in front of the cameras still watching her every move. When she finally made her way to the pink door she saw the company name for the first time, The Norrisview Corrective Facility. She had googled the name a couple of times, but only ever found vague mentions of it on seedy forums she did not want to spend much time on. Abigail had told her though that no one actually calls it that. The name that the employees all had for it apparently was the Norrisview Nursery. Maggie felt her cheeks flush a bit. From what little she had gathered, she knew that this facility was, in some way, related to some kind of fetish activity. She still was not quite sure on the details, but Maggie knew that Norrisview apparently had a very wealthy clientele, and that their employees were ridiculously well compensated. It was that money that had tempted her most of all. She was three years out of college now, and with few job opportunities the debt she had incurred from student loans was slowly accumulating with no end in sight. When Abigail offered her a position within the company, she jumped at the opportunity. It had nothing to do with what she’d read on those forums… “OH EM GEE,” came a loud cry from her right. Maggie squealed in surprise as a tall woman appeared from no where and wrapped her in a tight embrace that quite literally lifted her off the floor. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a new employee! Welcome!” Maggie struggled for breath in the woman’s crushing embrace, thoughts of being mauled by the friendliest bear in the world came to mind as she struggled and wiggled. “Oh, oops. Sorry bout that,” the tall woman said as she released her grip and returned Maggie to the ground. “My name is Marie, and I’ll be your Job Trainer!” Maggie looked up at Marie, and once more took in the sheer size of her. She was a six-foot-two, blonde haired, blue-eyed Valkyrie with the widest, most mischievous smile she’d ever seen. What stood out most beside her height, however, was her uniform. It mostly consisted of a simple navy-blue, white collared dress that came down to a bit past the knees accompanied by a stark, bright white apron over the front. A name tag reading “Nanny Marie” was pinned onto the apron just below her collarbone. “H-hello, Miss Marie,” Maggie said. “My name is-” “Ah, ah, ah. None of that Miss crap from you. Just Marie, hon,” she said with a warm natured smile and a reassuring pat on the back. Maggie could not help but smile back as she nodded, despite Marie initially seeming rather intimidating, Maggie was happy to have someone who seemed rather easygoing. “Alrighty. Ready to get started?” Marie asked excitedly. “We gotta get you into uniform. That whole Office secretary look you have going on is kinda hot, but it’s not gonna fly here,” Maggie felt herself flush, but nodded and allowed Marie to lead her to a nearby changing room where she quickly adorned herself into her given uniform. It was a near exact copy of Marie’s own uniform, but colored a pale pink instead of the navy-blue that Marie wore. “Pink is for newbies. Let’s the other girls know you’re new and might need some assistance as you settle in,” Marie said in a matter-of-fact tone, “We’ll get you a name tag by the end of the week.” Once she was buttoned up and ready to go, Marie led her deeper into the facility. It was shockingly large, with multiple rooms, hallways, offices, and even a break area for her fellow nannies. Maggie blinked in confusion at the sheer scale of the operation. “Alright so. You’ve probably not been completely brought up to speed yet on what it is we do here at Norrisview, right?” Marie asked. “Ah...Not really. I know it’s um...k-kinda fetish related, right?” Maggie asked bashfully. A manic, excited glee shone in Marie’s eyes as she whirled on Maggie. “Yes and no. Yes our work is...parallel to certain fetishes, but we’re far from just being some kind of weird Dominatrix place or something if that’s what you’re thinking,” Marie said proudly. Maggie nodded without understanding at all. “So then what do you do?” “Now that is a bit harder to explain, and probably best understood once you meet my charge,” Marie said deviously. “That being said, we provide a service to certainly…extremely wealthy clientele within the city. Clientele who expect professional work for their particular proclivities.” “That tells me almost nothing,” Maggie said in a slightly annoyed tone. “I know! I’ve been working on the perfect vague sales-pitch to tell to people not in the know. Pretty good, right?” Marie said good naturedly. “Oh...and here we are,” Maggie looked up and saw that they were both standing before a large pink and white door that simply read “Becki’s Nursery” in light-blue font. Beside the door was a small dossier on a Charles Monroe, and Maggie took several moments to read it over. It was not much, just a brief history, age, and a photograph of the boy. He seemed to be a simple college-frat boy from what Maggie could tell. A thin, scruffy mid-twenties with cropped dark, brown hair. The same kind of guy who would likely be hitting on her at her favorite bar right now. “Now. First things first. Get ready for a shock to the system. I’ll explain everything as we go, but don’t freak out, alright? Gotta remain in control of the situation,” Marie said as she unlocked the door. Maggie was already nervous as she followed Marie into the dark room, and blinked several times as Marie unceremoniously flipped on the lights. To her credit, Maggie did not freak out. She was more confused than anything, because once illuminated she found that the room housed what appeared to be a fully stocked and lovingly detailed nursery. Everything was the peak femininity amplified by a thousand. The fleecy rug under their shoes was pink, the walls were white with pink trim, pink curtains hung over windows with fake, cartoonish depictions of pastures and fields, and the large crib and diaper changing table were adorned with lace and bits of frills. Maggie blinked at the crib and changing table. To put it simply, they were huge! The changing table also came adorned with various restraints and straps all sized to fit an adult. Realization dawned on Maggie as soon as the figure in the crib stirred. She was not able to contain her gasp as the figure sat up and she finally saw a good look at Marie’s charge. The figure was an adult woman who appeared to be tethered to the crib in some kind of harness, underneath the harness was the single most ridiculous dress that Maggie had ever seen in her life. It was, like much of the room, bright pink and adorned with layers upon layers of fluffy white petticoats that jettisoned out the skirt to a preposterous degree. The girl’s hair was long, blonde, and fastened into two braided pigtails that hanged loosely around her shoulders. Her hands were bound into oversized, fingerless mittens, and her mouth was occupied by what looked like an oversized pacifier that was held in place by large pink straps buckled behind her head. Maggie blinked and remembered to take a breath right as Marie walked forward as if everything was the most normal thing in the world. “Good morning, Becki. Did my little princess sleep well. Is she ready for wakies?” Marie asked as she began to lower the railings of the crib. For her part, Becki merely made muffled sounds around her gag and her face flushed like a tomato as she looked at Maggie whose own face was equally red. “Alright, missy. Up and at em. You know the rules,” Maggie said once the railing was down. Becki, still tethered to the crib, gingerly stepped her bootied feet onto the ground. She then promptly turned, bent over the crib, and Maggie gasped audibly for the second time. She had not noticed it at first, but now wondered how she could have missed it even through the jungle of lacey petticoats. Under Becki’s short dress was a positively monstrous diaper. It forcibly spread Becki’s legs wide apart by what seemed to be almost a foot of padding separating her knees from each other. Marie hummed softly as she squeeze the thick padding, and slid a finger into the leg guards. Maggie realized quickly that she was performing a diaper check. “Wet as usual. And quite a bit too! Becki really gets good use out of that extra bulk doesn’t she?” Marie asked jovially while patting Becki’s considerably padded rear. Becki, for her part, said nothing as Marie released her from the tethered and lead her by her hand over to the changing table. Maggie could not keep from smirking as she watched the ridiculously dressed, oversized toddler waddle carefully over to the changing table. Becki was taller than Maggie initially thought, and her shoulders were wider as well that most girls she knew. Despite that, however, she was unmistakably cute, and Maggie could not keep from admiring her as she waddled along. The bounce of her padded behind as she waddled was both oddly hypnotic, adorable, and hilarious as she climbed her way onto the changing table. “First things first are almost always a diaper change in the morning. When you get new charges you can sometimes expect them not to wake up wet in the mornings, but after a few weeks they’ll be regular little faucets,” Marie said cheerfully as she began strapping Becki into the restraints. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to handle any diapers today. Just observe and soak up information. You could learn from Becki here. She’s good at soaking, isn’t she?” “Mmmrpphh...” came Becki’s reply, which Marie promptly ignored. “So I...does she actually NEED diapers?” Maggie asked, feeling more than a bit lost. “Oh not yet. She probably will by the time her training is done, but Becki here has only been with us about four months now. She probably might be a terrible bedwetter, but likely still has some kind of continence if I had to guess,” Marie said plainly. Maggie nodded still not understanding. She had so many questions, but had no idea how to even begin asking them. She merely stood by Marie dumbly as she finished up restraining Becki and moved to open up the sodden diaper. This time, however, Maggie did not gasp. Her mouth hung open in abject shock, but no audible noise came from her throat. It was so preposterous to her senses that it simply did not make sense, and comprehending what she was saying was taking more than a little time to register. For once Marie had opened up Becki’s diaper, Maggie saw what could only unmistakably be a penis covered up with bits of baby powder, and a sealed in a strange pink plastic tube. Becki who, aside from her height, seemed to be, physically, a woman was in fact a man! Marie laughed loudly, and it was only then that Maggie realized she was gaping with her mouth opened and face burning. She struggled to regain her composure as Marie fought to regain hers. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry to laugh, but your reaction was absolutely priceless,” Marie said a bit breathlessly. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a new employee, and that initial reaction is always gold. If I was allowed to I’d film it and upload it to Youtube. Imagine that reaction video,” she said while rolling up the soaked diaper and tossing it into a nearby bin. “I...this...I don’t….w-what?” Maggie said intelligently. Marie smiled warmly as she wiped Becki’s nethers with a few baby wipes. “That’s right. Becki here was once Mister Charles Monroe. I think we can both agree her new name is much, much cuter. She’s one of eleven charges currently housed here in the facility.” “But I don’t understand. Why...why is he dressed like this? Why is he wearing diapers?” Maggie asked. “She...” Marie said with some emphasis. “Is here because our client has paid for her to be here and undergo our training. Little Becki here use to have quite the wild streak you see, and ran afoul of a certain very wealthy guest speaker at her college. After that little incident, she was selected for re-training and housed here at the facility as my charge. In about five more months, she’ll be released to her new owner: that same woman she already ran afoul of, and get to live the rest of her life quite literally pampered in the lap of luxury AKA her new mommy.” “So the rich clients...pay you to do this?” Maggie asked, still not understanding. Marie sighed as she slid a brand new diaper under Becki’s bottom and began liberally powdering. “It’s weird, yeah, but it’s not hard to understand. Rich ladies around town have a certain...shared kink so to speak. One of them started it a few years ago by turning her unruly husband into a what’s called a sissy,” Marie said cheerfully. “Other bored, socialites wanted sissies of their own, and so Norrsivew was founded to meet that demand. So rich clientele select the boy they want trained, we pick them up, train them, and then give them to their new owners. Simple as pie.” “T-that….that is extremely illegal, isn’t it?” Maggie asked incredulously. “Oh hilariously so,” Marie said without pause. “But money talks in this town. And you can get away with a lot when you pool resources. Besides, you may not think it, but most of the guys who come here are often much better off once they leave. I mean think about it...you get to live with the richest people in town. No rent, no responsibilities, and everything provided. Okay granted, they’re not quite free and it may or may not be tantamount to slavery...but I think it’s more like being a pet than being a slave really.” “I...don’t really think you made a good case,” Maggie said. Marie merely shrugged and pulled Becki’s new diaper between her legs and expertly fastened it. Becki, anticipating what to do next, lifted her rear off the table and allowed Marie to examine the fit. Once it was to her specifications she gave Becki a playful smack on the butt, and began to unfasten her. “Alrighty. Once your charge is freshly diapered you’re allowed to select outfits for the day. I think for now we’ll keep Becki dressed as is, but tomorrow I’ll show you how fun it can be to get her all dolled up. So once that’s done it’s feeding time,” Marie said happily as she went to a nearby fridge in the room and retrieved a large, baby bottle filled with a pale, white liquid. She quickly popped it into a nearby microwave on a counter and waited as it warmed up leaving poor Becki restrained on changing table. “So umm...I get that the restraints and stuff are prolly due to the fact that he-er...she isn’t really here by choice. By why the...uh...thing on her...you know?” Maggie asked bashfully. “Oh the chastity device?” Marie asked. “Company policy. All charges undergo mandatory chastity during their stay here at the facility. Oh don’t give that look. We’re not monsters. We administer weekly milkings to keep the sissies compliant and comfortable. Interestingly, you’re here on such a day. Becki here will receive her milking right after her feeding. I bet she’s excited,” Becki, for her part, did not in fact seem excited at all. Her face was flushed bright red once again and she gurgled muffled pleas into her pacifier gag that Maggie could simply not comprehend. Comprehension, in fact. was a thing that was currently bugging Maggie. She felt that she needed to run. That she needed to escape this madhouse and call the National Guard or Seal Team Six to raid this house of madness and set these imprisoned boys free, and yet she stayed and continued to listen. She was not sure what compelled her to stay, but that tightness in her stomach had changed to a fluttering kind of excited feeling that was almost tantamount to some incessant, internal itch, and the only way to scratch it was to keep going and keep learning. The ding of the microwave alerted the room that Becki’s bottle was ready. Marie retrieved it and shook it a few times as she approached the changing table. “Alright, Becki. Same procedure. I’ll unrestrain your arms and let you feed yourself. Absolutely no big girl talk though when the gag comes out. I have no problem getting the paddle and spanking you in front of Nanny Marie here. Do you understand me, Missy?” she asked. Becki for her part could only eagerly nod her head, and with a smile Marie set about removing the restraints on her arms. Next she unbuckled the gag and slowly released it from Becki’s mouth. Maggie felt that same rush in her stomach when she noticed that the pacifier nipple was quite large and very phallic in shape. Marie grinned at her when she saw Maggie’s reaction, but Maggie merely looked away ashamedly. The two conversed while Becki nosily sucked on her bottle, several times making a disgusted face. Apparently it wasn’t milk, but specially made formula that the sissies subsisted on, with actual solid foods being distributed it for dinner or good behavior. Maggie for her part, mostly listened and absorbed what she could. Thoughts of the paycheck had not even entered her mind for the past two hours, and instead some other kind of desire was fueling her need to stay and learn. “So how exactly does this milking thing work?” Maggie surprised herself by asking suddenly. Marie grinned again. “Excellent question, recruit. It looks like Becki is done with her bottle. So I can go ahead and demonstrate!” she said excitedly as she rushed over to the changing table. Becki made to vocalize something, but her mouth was quickly restuffed with the pacifier and refastened. Marie made quick work of unbinding Beck from the changing table, standing her up, but then quickly bending her over the table so that her amply padded butt was facing towards Maggie and the rest of the nursery. Her arms were quickly bound across from the table in new restraints, and Marie carefully forced her legs farther apart and restrained those to the legs of the changing table. Becki was nearly spread eagle, and was eagerly muffling around her pacifier. Marie merely petted her hair and went to the closet nearby to retrieve something. What she brought out almost reminded Maggie of those projectors on wheels that she use to see in high school. The device that rested on the wheeled station for all intents and purposes looked like a machine gun almost. All black, sleek and with a long protruding pole that jutted out where the barrel of a gun might be. When Becki heard the wheels creaking forward, she desperately began tugging and pulling on the restraints and whining pitifully into her gag. “I-is she alright?” Maggie asked. “Don’t worry. She’s just putting on a show cause someone new is here. This is one of Becki’s favorite treats, but she just can’t admit that in front of someone else,” Marie said as she positioned the device directly behind Becki and locked the wheels. “Would you open up that draw for me and retrieve the letter C?” Maggie nodded, unsure what that meant she wondered over to the draw that Marie had indicated, and once again, despite herself, gasped loudly when she saw what the drawer contained. Dildos. An assortment of dildos all arranged by letters according to their size from A to G. With trembling hands she took hold of the one marked C, a flesh-colored one of mostly average size and slowly brought it to Marie and the struggling sissy. “We work them up gradually on the sizes. Becki only started the C recently, but she’s taken to it like a real champ,” Marie said proudly as she affixed the dildo to the protruding rod. Soon enough it was ready, and Maggie needed little hint on how the device or milking procedure worked now. “There we go!” Marie said happily. “I like to call this little baby...The Borg.” A silence followed, only the clanking of Becki’s restraints and the crinkling of her monstrously thick diapers filled the room as Maggie stared at Marie with a confused expression. “Ya get it? Cause Resistance is Futile, You will be Ass-Stimulated,” Marie said with a wide, proud smile. Silence followed once more, save for Becki’s exasperated groan. “Oh nobody asked you,” Marie said as she tugged town Becki’s diaper, and began lubing up the dildo. Once the milking tool was well lubed to her specification, she then finally released Becki from her chastity. Becki, despite her struggling, did indeed become almost instantly erect, and Maggie blushed as Marie teased her. “Somebody is excited for playtime,” she said in a sing song kind of voice. “Alrighty. Let’s give Princess Becki her treat, and then we can go get some lunch ourselves,” Becki wriggled fitfully as she Marie pushed the machine forward, soon the lubed dildo was pressing right up against her back passage, and with some effort Marie began to work it slowly inside of her. “MMMMMPHHH...” came Becki’s groaned reply as the anal invader slowly worked it’s way inside of her. Soon the head of the dildo was all the way inside, and Marie handed a small remote to Maggie that she had retrieved from her apron. “Alrighty. All you gotta do is press that, and we’ll leave Becki to enjoy her weekly treat,” Marie said deviously as she watched Maggie and her expression with an excited, predatory gleam. For her part, Maggie’s hands trembled as she held the remote in her hand and admired the maroon button affixed on it’s front. Her eyes darted to Becki’s partially filled rump to the device in her hand, and that same feeling came rushing back stronger than ever. So strong that her knees quivered and her mouth felt dry. She licked her lips as she looked at the button, and swallowed a quick intake of breath. That feeling...she knew what it was now. She had not recognized it at first, because it was a feeling so alien to her. She was a simple college graduate. A mostly B student who graduated with a degree in economics and little job prospects. Her life was fine, but simple and dull. Before this opportunity, she had worked as a barista at a nearby coffee shop, and dated her on and off again nice, but boring boyfriend. She had never felt a rush like this, and now she knew what it was: Power. She smiled at Marie, and pressed the button forcefully which quickly activated the pistons in the machine as the dildo began slowly pumping in and out of Becki’s bottom all the way to the hilt, and then out with the head still inside her. Becki groaned loudly and gripped the changing table tightly as the machine did it’s slow but methodical work of pumping away inside of her. Each thrust brought a new grunt or groan from Becki’s gagged lips, and Maggie’s heart beat faster and faster each one. Marie, for her part, was smiling widely at Maggie and quickly laid down a pad of some kind under Becki as she began to drip slightly onto the floor from the stimulation. “We’ll let her enjoy that for about an hour or so. While you and me get lunch,” Marie said gently patting Becki’s tightened behind as the dildo continuously worked inside of her. “Maggie I think you’re going to fit in here just fine.” “Happy for the opportunity, Marie,” Maggie said before turning back to Becki. “Now you be a good girl, Becki and enjoy that til we get back. Okay, hon?” she said, shocked at her own words. Becki merely groaned in response as both Marie and Maggie giggled and left the sissy to enjoy her milking while they grabbed some lunch. Maggie’s mind was reeling with the possibilities of what this opportunity held for her, in more ways than one. But more than anything, she could only think of one thing: getting a charge of her own to look after, and what that might be like once she finally had a sissy of her own to train. Oh well, she had plenty of time to learn.

Hey, just another idea I had for a short story! (Taking a teensy break from Stork) I'm thinking about making a part two for this and finishing it if people like it! So please be sure to let me know. This contains light breathplay, light masochism and bdsm-type themes--if that isn't your thing, now you know! Enjoy ********************************************************************************************************************************* I slowly edged my knee off of the kitchen counter, preparing to reunite my feet with the tile below. I almost had it, the slippery glass of the jar feeling precarious in my sweaty palms; I was nearly to the floor when (...you guessed it..) the jar slipped from my hands and shattered. Snickerdoodle crumbs and scattered shards of glass were all over the pristine floor; cringing, I held my hands over my mouth...waiting for my inevitable doom. She was not going to be happy with me at all--I wasn't even supposed to be down here… "--Dani?? Dani!..What was that??", I heard her stir in bed. She still sounded sleepy...so maybe I still had a chance to redeem myself-- "N-Nothing! Just dropped something in the bathroom, no big deal!" I lied, crouching down and carefully trying to sweep everything together with my hands. I heard the creak of the bedsprings, followed by the pounding of footsteps in the upstairs hallway. Panicking, I started to wonder if I should hide or just come clean. I winced as I heard her footsteps draw closer and closer to the kitchen. Cursing underneath my breath, I quickly attempted to straighten up and look nonchalant. It was then that she crossed the threshold of the kitchen; looking around, she allowed her eyes to settle on mine. I instinctively looked down, my face hot with guilt. “So, you were in the bathroom, huh?”, she stretched out her arm and leaned it on the nearby table. I stayed quiet for a split second, I didn’t want to sound too desperate with my answer..or too flustered. She gazed at me with amusement in her eyes, daring me to lie. She already knew what had happened, she was testing me. It was just a little game for her..but I figured maybe I could still wiggle my way out of any consequences. “Well, I was in the bathroom, bu--”, she cut me off almost immediately. “False. Don’t even begin to lie. Are you sure the mess on the ground doesn’t have to do with what we talked about earlier?”, she stated, glancing at the floor indifferently. Well, I mean shit. If she hadn’t been so unfair...then maybe I wouldn’t have done what I did. It was after dinner when I asked her if I could have some cookies from the jar on top of the fridge; she had recently baked them, and snickerdoodle happened to be one of my favorites. She lightly chided me--reminding me that it was a weekday, Tuesday to be exact. We’d agreed not to partake in sweets during the week; it killed me to do so..but deep down I knew it was good for both of us..especially me, as I eat way too many sweets anyway . A few of the cookies were left over from her baking them on Sunday; I begged and pleaded, telling her I only wanted one. I mean, realistically--I’d probably sneak more than one, but I said I only wanted one cookie to coax her into relenting. She’d stood firm, telling me no. Yet, I persisted, trying everything to get her to say yes; I asked for half a cookie, I even promised to do her chores tomorrow--I tried everything. She’d scolded me, telling me it was important to stick to things, and that she’d make more next weekend. When I had begun to pout, she leaned over the dinner table..asking me if I wanted to be punished. Basically, she was being too harsh; I knew the promise I’d made….I just wanted to break it, just a tiny bit. I crossed my arms defiantly. “Well...I mean..it could…” I muttered out, shrugging. I just wanted my damn cookies. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She bit out, her tone icy. I allowed myself to take several quick glances at her face; she was tight-lipped, and she looked irritated, yet her eyes still held the same amusement behind them. This was not good. It was one thing for her to be disappointed and simply punish me, but it was another when she decided to have her “fun” with my discipline. I felt excitement spike, I knew I was in for it. I was terrified, but I wasn’t going to cave; if she was going to have her fun, I was gonna have mine too. I briefly held eye contact with her, and let my eyes roll up to the ceiling; I casually shrugged my shoulders again. “I wanted a cookie….okay, I don’t know what else to tell you. I *am* sorry I lied and made a mess, but none of this--” She cut me off, smiling. Her face was flushed, and the twinkle in her eyes had grown brighter. I automatically backed up, preparing for the worst. In one fluid motion, she strode over --getting so close that I was forced up against the counter that was behind me. I bumped into it with a slight whimper and turned my face away from her. She grasped my throat, her hand nestled just under my chin. I felt my breathing grow ragged, even though she had yet to squeeze. “..Dani, please tell me who I am.” She leaned in close, her whispering tickling my ear. I softly whimpered, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for her. “..Tell. Me.” She started to apply pressure to my neck, and I unintentionally moaned. It felt so good, I didn’t know what to do, so I just squirmed against the counter. “You’re my M-Mommy” I softly croaked out. Mommy’s lithe frame towered over my smaller one; I cowered beneath her, shivering. The way her hand was poised on my throat was very exciting, my nipples had grown hard underneath my tank top...and I was attempting to subtly rub my thighs together. She cocked her head at me, “Good Girl.” She firmly shook me by my throat, and I softly groaned in approval. Mommy wedged her slender leg in between my thighs and leaned in close to my ears once more. “I’m happy to know you could remember that...at the very least. But, I distinctly told you that you were *not* to have any cookies tonight.” She got impossibly close to my earlobe and continued, ”You know what happens when you disobey. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if you did this on purpose...just to get a silly little kick out of it.” I wiggled around feeling very overwhelmed, and very turned on--but she held me tightly. “The rest of this night and your punishment is going to go exactly how I say--and if you’re good..you might just get some enjoyment out of it.” She hissed enthusiastically. Mommy closed the remaining space between us, nipping my earlobe. I squealed, the action being way too much for me. I was openly panting and moaning now, there was so much tension, and I was very ready for whatever she planned to do. Her pajamed leg repeatedly caressed the area between my thighs; she was still close, her hand on my neck. Being pinned against the counter, I struggled to hump myself against her knee. I tried to do so somewhat sneakily, but Mommy immediately could tell what I was doing-- “..Oh? Someone likes this?”, she chuckled and clucked her tongue in disapproval. Mommy began to thrust and grind her leg harder against me, causing my pink pajama shorts to cling to my mound and ride up uncomfortably. I felt sodden and icky; I was so humiliated, yet so turned on. She was able to garner enough pressure against my clit that I could already feel myself desperate to cum. Then she stopped. “..Did you forget you were being punished, Sweetie?” she pulled back and smiled at me, looking very pleased. I stifled a groan and looked down, annoyed with myself that I was able to get *that* excited...by just her leg. “...No Mommy..”, I softly grumbled, trying to nuzzle her hand with my chin. I looked up at Mommy with pleading eyes, lightly allowing myself to go a bit more limp, and attempting to puff out my chest. I mean, maybe she’d keep going a little more if I seemed more compliant? I wanted her to keep going, I wanted it badly. “Turning on the charm I see?”, she released my neck and stepped away, freeing me from the counter. I was slightly disappointed--but only for a second. Mommy then proceeded to grab a fistful of my hair, expertly evading the crumbs and glass shards as she started to drag me out of the kitchen. I gasped in pain….and arousal. “S-Stop..hey! --Ow...Fuck, Ow..”, I whimpered out. However, I made no move to grab at her hand and stop her--that was a big no-no. “Do you really think you should be complaining, cursing, and carrying on considering the position you’re in right now?” Mommy mused as she continued to yank me into the living room. Her floral silk robe was becoming untidy and undone, and her mousy hair fell into her face in strands. Yet, she still smiled that ridiculous smile. Mommy then unceremoniously let go of my hair, causing me to stumble. Taking advantage of me being off balance, she shoved me on to our cushy couch. I fell on my bottom, legs splayed out, chest heaving--looking up at her expectantly. I was terrified, and it was great. Mommy stood over me, borderline gleeful. “Beg Me.” She chirped out. I cocked my head, waiting for her to finish. “Beg me to punish you.” Mommy looked down at me, her hands akimbo on her hips. I swiftly looked down, my embarrassment renewed. I played with the fabric of the couch as I tried to summon the words she was looking for. “Go on. I’m not going to wait all night, Danica.” She said in a cheerful voice. “Please….” I tugged my top down and fiddled with my hands. “Mommy...please..I want it..” I looked up at her in humiliation. “Aw baby..”, she began to gush, “That was very cute, but please be more explicit.” I swore I saw her bite her lip..even if it was for a fraction of a second. She liked when I was all pathetic and shy like this.. “Mommy..please..please, punish me. I need it, I’ve been bad...I broke the rules...I need you--” I was starting to softly pant by now. Saying all this was as much of a turn on for me as it was for Mommy. “--I need you to remind me..who I am..and how I should act..” I finished hoarsely. “Fuck..” she muttered out. Mommy had clearly lost some of her composure, but she slowly approached me and joined me on the couch. She roughly pulled me into her lap (by my hair), and forced my legs apart. “Guess what babygirl?” She began to pant out, her hands making her way down to my shorts. Mommy allowed her hands to rest on the exterior of my short-clad crotch, she then started to rub. I tried not to moan as she only got more aggressive. “Guess.” She pulled me closer and growled into my ear. “I--I don’t know...w-what..??” I panted out. By now, the wetness from my pussy had begun to dampen my shorts. “You’re going into diapers tonight.” Mommy whispered into my ear, her hand going for my throat again. I inwardly moaned--I mean, diapers weren’t so bad. Mommy let me go stints without wearing, so I guess my time in big-girl undies was over for now. But, knowing her...that definitely wasn’t going to be it, because that wasn’t much of a punishment. “And you’re also going in chastity for me...for a few weeks at least.” I could hear the pure joy in her voice as she continued to paw at my clit. I whimpered out in both protest and pleasure...there it was. “...Chastity for when Mommy isn’t at home...but when I am at home--” she continued to whisper into my neck, her excitement clearly growing. “We’re going to edge you and edge you...you won’t cum at least for a couple of weeks. Yeah, I think that's what I’ll do. Diapers, chastity and denial...won’t that be fun..” Mommy sped up her assault on my cunt. I started to cry out, getting desperate to cum, getting desperate for my punishment.. “..Won’t it be fun, Dani?” She repeated herself, breathing heavily. I whimpered passively. “Use your words. Say it. Tell me how much fun it’ll be.” Mommy bit out, she further pinned me against her lap--ramping up her ministrations. I was nearly on the brink of cumming, I couldn’t help myself. I knew I shouldn’t cum..especially without permission...and especially in this situation, but my orgasm was fast approaching. I tried to speak, but I only managed to moan out my words. “I want it….I want to be in diapers for you..I-I..” I gulped, fighting back my orgasm. “I want to be in chastity for you Mommy..I want you to control me..I don’t want to cum..” I panted out. I was on the brink of cumming. I started to feverishly buck at her hand like an animal, moaning and clutching at her thigh. She then stopped. (Again.) I let out a strangled cry, tears nearly coming to my eyes. I was so frustrated. I wiggled around on her lap angrily. “Oh? Baby...sorry, punishment is effective immediately.” Mommy smirked, pulling me closer into her lap and gently nuzzling me. I hastily jumped up from her lap, pouting. Everything was tingly and I was damp and sweaty--she was so unfair. I tugged at my hair and thumped my foot on the ground..trying to shake the frustration and arousal away. Mommy arched her eyebrow at me, and watched me throw my hissyfit for a moment. She then reached out and snatched my wrist to pull me to her once more. We were face to face, our noses nearly touching. “Get back down here. Did I say I was done??” Mommy stated cheerfully. I pouted again, begrudgingly going to resume my place on her lap. She then pushed me down to my tummy across her legs, manhandling me in the process. I gasped in surprise, but didn’t make any move to struggle. “Wow, my memory ...I forgot to say you’d be getting a spanking too.” Mommy then started to yank my jammie shorts down as I tried to brace myself. Well, I guess I would have to see how 'fun' this spanking was going to be.

Her breath was caught in her throat. Her sense of smell, her sense of hearing, her sense of touch... all felt impossibly sharp in the absence of sight and hearing. He had taken that away from her. The straitjacket was surprisingly comfortable. She felt safe in her predicament, laying on the couch in the living room. His living room. She could sense his movement around her, micro shifts in the air, changes in pressure. She tried to imagine him moving around, though she was distracted by the sound of her own breath, air rushing in and out of her nostrils as she forced herself to breathe again. Those last few touches had been intense, his tongue on her inner thigh. She was naked under the jacket, and she looked forward to being used by him. ...whenever he decided it was time. Every hole was aching for him, for his kiss, for his tongue, for his cock. He had used them all before, one way or another, and she was hungry for more. He had shown her new heights of sensuality, new ways to give herself to him. This was only their second time doing sensory deprivation, and she was loving it. The anxiety, the tension, that he could start in on her in some new place, some new touch. She moaned into her gag, the large rubber ball held tightly between her lips, as he dragged something - a feather? - along her legs, his lips pressing against hers just above the gag. There was something about a gagged kiss that was magical, his lips to hers with no choice... a perversion of a deeply romantic gesture. He kissed her lips over and over as she squirmed, the feather running up and down her thighs, coming oh-so-so close to her mound, dripping for him already. The straitjacket didn't have one strap through the legs like she had expected, it had two - one that went around each thigh, leaving her completely exposed. Aching for him. The headphones lifted - heavy things that blocked out all sound - and his breath was in her ear. "Are you enjoying this, my pet?" The words curled in her stomach, not butterflies but some serpent, dark and coiled - fear and helplessness and love, all mixed together. She was a pet to him, a toy, to be dressed and played with as he saw fit. And the reminder drove her wild. She nodded vigorously. "I have taken your sight, I could take your hearing again, I could wrap you in tape and take your touch." A fingertip parted her lips, dragging slowly through her juices. It took everything she had not to moan, she dared not interrupt him. "I can take everything from you. Do you like that?" A moan from deep inside her, from that serpent in her belly, came forth in lust and joy as she nodded again, her body shivering. She wanted him to take everything. "Such a good girl." The serpent preened inside her, tingles rushing through her, making her brain fuzzy. "I think I'll take something new from you tonight." She grinned like a fool around the gag. Nothing was better than new. He had showed her so much and she knew there was so much more to come. And that she would come so much more. She heard a plastic rustling, something retrieved from a bag? He adjusted her on the couch, lifting her knees until they were near her chest. She didn't fight, she didn't resist. She was a good girl, after all. "You're so wet... " She nodded, pulling at her arms just to feel again how helpless she was, how trapped she was, how inescapable it was. ...it wasn't, of course. She knew she could let out three sharp sounds or stomp her foot and he would stop. He was good about that, regardless of the reason. She was loathe to use it, however, preferring to see where he would take her - she had gotten in trouble for not using her safeword - or safesignal - before. The straps of the straitjacket loosened at her thighs and she felt disappointment rise within her. She whimpered and shook her head, trying to tell him that she didn't want out. She wanted him to fuck her in the jacket, to use her the way she wanted to be used. "Shh, shh. You're my good girl, pet. Trust me." She nodded, mollified. The rustling sounded again, closer. Right next to her. She felt him lowering her back down onto the couch, spreading her legs apart. He pulled something up between her legs, softness enveloping her nethers. "Good girl, good pet. Stay still for me." Confusion filled her as she heard the sound of tape ripping, as the softness got tighter around her. His hand pressed against her, a barrier between his fingers and her sex. Softness that was surprisingly comfortable, hugging her bottom. She whimpered again, grinding her hips at his hand, surprised at how good it felt. He chuckled, that sound of deep amusement at the antics of his pet. A gentle, condescending laugh, one of the many things she adored about him. The straps tightened around her again, the plastic rustling as he buckled the straitjacket closed again, crinkling as he pulled her to a sitting position and straddled her, running his fingers through her hair and kissing all around her gag. "Such an obedient pet. You don't deserve to be human, do you?" She shook her head, her lips brushing against his. His words were fire inside her. "You don't want control, do you? You want to be. My. Good. Girl. Daddy's good girl." A kiss punctuated each word, an entirely new thrill coursing through her. He had called himself that before and it brought a special tingle to her, one that was completely unexpected. She felt the blindfold coming loose as he climbed off of her. The world was shockingly bright, even though the lights in the living room were dimmed. And she found herself looking at an odd sight. A blonde woman on a couch, gagged, a thin line of drool coming from one corner of her mouth, her eyes clouded by lust. The pink straitjacket, holding her arms in a tight hug around her. And where she expected to see her exposed pussy, she saw a puffy, pink thing with ponies prancing on it, taped at her hips. Her eyes widened in shock. "Tonight, I'm taking something very basic from you, my pet." His fingers in her hair. His smile next to her in the mirror, gentle and domineering, so pleased with his toy. Her panic subsided at that expression, the strangeness of it all muted. "Tonight I take a basic bodily function from you. I take your control, which you just told me you didn't want, after all." She nodded as he brought the wand forward, buzzing to life in his hands. She watched herself in the mirror as he pressed it against the diaper he had put her in, the soft padding vibrating around her, a fold of the diaper working its way between her lips, buzzing with joy. Lust clouded her eyes anew as she found herself grinding against it. His free hand gripped her chin, holding her steady, his lips kissing her cheek as he whispered to her. "Keep watching. Be my good girl. Who's Daddy's good girl?" Me! She called into the gag, her sound meaningless but understood nonetheless. She felt the orgasm building inside her and she bucked, moaning into the gag. The vibe went dead and a whine of disappointment came from her as he kissed around her gag again. "Does my pet want more?" She nodded vigorously and was rewarded with her toy springing to life once more, drawing another long moan from her. He brought her to the edge again, stopping again and making her plead for it, wordlessly, helplessly, until she was half-mad. On and off, on and off, he edged her, goading her. Her hips rocked furiously in the diaper, desperate for release from the burning lust he cultivated in her. "Ah ah, pet." He kissed the tip of her nose, though her grinding didn't stop. "You're going to give up control for me, remember?" She looked at him, confused. What control do I have left? She had given everything, she couldn't move, she couldn't beg, she could only plead with her eyes - and he could take that too at his whim. "Let go and wet yourself, pet. Use your diaper for me." She hesitated, unsure, but a quick buzz, touch, and stop reminded her what was at stake. And she let go, her cheeks flushing deep red in the silence of the room, a soft hiss coming from between her legs. She felt the diaper expand as it absorbed her helplessness. "Such a good pet... " His voice was confidence, poise, control. Everything she lacked. "Such a good girl." He rubbed the warm padding with his hand, bringing a new feeling, an amazing feeling. "I'm going to reward you for making Daddy proud." The wand returned, familiar but entirely new. The puffy, soggy padding pressing against her, vibrating against her was a hundred times better than the dry diaper had been. An animal moan of pleasure tore from her as her bucking returned, grinding furiously, her back arched. The first orgasm came quickly, curling her toes and rolling her eyes - but he didn't stop there. He lowered the intensity as she rode the feeling, the glow rising inside her. And he spoke in those soft tones of complete ownership. "Good girl. Good girl. You don't need to worry about anything. You're my sweet pet and you'll always be rewarded for submitting to me. Such a good girl." She panted, laying dead against the couch as she glowed... before the vibrator came back with a new intensity, quick touches against the diaper, reviving her arousal anew. Her eyes widened as he worked the wand expertly against the padding, controlling her body with those touches just as surely as he had guided her arms into the sleeves of the straitjacket. And she came. And came. And came again, each orgasm fresh and special, a new depth to her submission. Soon, the vibe was being tied against her leg, her gag removed as she was shifted to a sitting position, her mouth ready to be used. She gave him all the tender attention, all the lust and vigor, that he had given her, worshiping him with her tongue. He was throbbing, his arousal at new heights, more turned on than he had ever been with her before. As he pumped against her mouth, his hands gentle but firm on either side of her head, a half-thought passed through her mind. Diapers. Who knew?

I wrote this for fun a while back and just got around to sharing, I hope you enjoy. The concrete floor was cold under her feet and it was dark save for only a few lights scattered here and there. She was cold and scared but also felt the thrill in the back of her mind. She had asked for this, had wanted it but had never once done anything like it. She had met her on that fetlife website, she said such sweet things and offered to teach her and help guide her. "You cannot trust men to guide you properly" she had said. Said it was because once they had gotten their way they would just lose interest in her and hurt her. "I will guide you if you are sure you want this." the words were still fresh in her mind as she stood naked in the basement save for the diaper around her waist. She had given her very simple instructions, go to the drug store and get the thickest and best adult overnight diapers they have and put it on before coming to her. She had complied and found a pack of plain white diapers that taped on the sides, but they came in a big package that would be really hard to hide and would leave her with a ton of extras. She had felt nervous the entire time almost like an embarrassed child that had been punished and made to buy her own night time protection while people watched. She felt like eyes were on her, why would a 20 something looking girl be buying diapers in her size. In reality she was in her 30's but just looked younger and was kind of small. After making her uncomfortable purchase she had headed home and followed the next set of instructions. She was to put one on immediately and was banned from the bathroom and had to drink an entire gallon of water before leaving to go to her teachers house. The drive had been long and hard on her bladder once she reached the rough roads leading to the house in the woods. Arriving she parked and walked to the door, brushing her shoulder length blonde hair back she knocked. A moment later she heard chains moving and a deadbolt and another deadbolt before the handle turned and the door opened revealing a woman standing half a foot taller than her looking down with deep brown eyes. "Ummm hi, I did everything you told me to do and sent back those signed documents like we agreed." No response, the eyes showed no change and her red lips did not move. Her hair dark brown hair was held back in a single pony tail that laid over her shoulder. "Umm did I get the wrong house maybe?" She began shifting side to side uncomfortable now under the stern gaze. "Is that how you address your superior? I see we have a lot of work to do indeed." Finally speaking in a firm voice the woman grabbed her by the bicep and yanked her inside and dragged her to the living room and placed her on the couch. "You stay right there now, I am going to shut and lock the door. There are five locks and this is your only chance to get out, if you stay there after that last lock latches you are not leaving am I clear?" "Yes" "Yes what?" her tone even and hard "Yes mistress" Heels clicked as she walked away and she could hear the sound of a heavy door closing and shutting before the clicking of locks began. One... was she sure about this? Two.... it wasn't too late to leave yet. Three... nervousness began settling in, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. A chain now followed by another click making four, I need to leave I can't do this. The woman returned just as she was standing up "Where do you think you are going?" "I was going to leave, I only counted four locks. Where is the fifth?" "Silly girl, the door handle was already locked to begin with. That was a total of five locks and now you are mine." A chill ran down her spine and she began to feel her bladder reach its limits as well. She was trapped with no escape and the feeling had begun to settle in. She felt a cold fear but also a warm tingle as well, she had asked for this and there was no going back. "Come girl, it is time to get your initiation started." Girl? "Umm I have a name you know?" She stopped dead in her tracks before rounding on the little blonde and approaching her before leaning down and looking her in the face. "What did you just say to me?" "I said I have a name." The slap across her face was sudden and harsh knocking her to the ground. "You will only speak when spoken to from now on, you need to remember that. If I give an order you are to follow it without question or comment. Do you understand?" "But I?" the slap stung and hurt, she could feel tears in her eyes. "Yes or no girl?" the question was more an order than anything "Yes" "Yes, what?" "Yes mistress" "Good now get yourself up and listen and listen well. From here on out you have no name of your own, you will be referred to as either girl or meat depending on my mood and whim. Do you understand?" Gulping the girl could only nod in affirmation fearing another strike as she got to her feet. "Now follow me." Walking away she followed to another locking door that when opened revealed a set of stairs going down. Following she soon found herself in a room dimly lit with bare concrete floors and evenly spaced floor supports for the house. "I will give you a choice, which in the future you will often be given but not always like the options. You can either strip yourself or I can do it for you." Her eyes widening a bit the girl contemplated her options. "I will do it myself mistress." "Good it seems you are learning, very well then everything goes." Reaching down the girl unbuttoned the waist of her skirt letting it fall to the floor before stepping out it and removing her shoes and socks followed by her crop top with a heart on it. Next she moved to the tapes on the thick white diaper wrapped around her hips before feeling them slapped away. "That stays, now pick everything up and place it in that clear box on the wall next to the door." Complying she walked over and did as instructed before. "I also have these which you so kindly mailed to me before." Holding up a pair of her panties the woman hung them on a pair of hooks that placed them on display before shutting the door on the little clear box and closing a padlock on front. "Now you have a permanent reminder of what you have lost." * * * * * The concrete floor was cold under her feet and it was dark save for only a few lights scattered here and there. She was cold and scared but also felt the thrill in the back of her mind. She had asked for this, had wanted it but had never once done anything like it. "Are you ready girl?" A shiver ran down her back, was it from the cold or excitement? "Y-yes mistress" Walking up behind her she wrapped her arms around the girl and began to fondle her small perky breasts and caressing the front of the diaper. A gasp escaping her lips at the touch and feeling of her mistresses form pressing against her back. "Do you like that girl?" "Yes mistress" she had never been with another woman before but she could not deny what she was feeling. She felt ashamed and humiliated by her current situation, naked save for a diaper and her identity locked away on display for her and completely out of her reach. So degrading, humiliating and yet so new and she felt tingling between her legs. "Do you know why you are in diapers little girl?" "No mm Mistress" the feelings where making her feel more warm "I am taking away even the most bare form of control from you. I will have you fully submit to me, but you will willingly give it to me in the end as well." A shudder passed through her body, for reasons she did not even understand herself. "Yes mistress" "Now stay right there and I will be back" and without another word she was gone leaving her alone. A few minutes later heels could be heard again as she returned with a bag in hand and having changed to a pair of skinny jeans and tight black lacing top while wearing leather boots. "It is time to get you dressed appropriately." Dropping the bag in front of her diapered pet she drew out several items before commanding her to turn around. A black leather top was first that was covered in laces and metal rings and buckles. Her arms fed through some straps as it was pulled against her and the buckles closed, looking down she noticed her perky breasts were on full display. That's weird, why? Soon she began to feel the top getting tighter and tighter pulling against her strained bladder and shaping her figured she felt tugs from behind and the gap on the back of what she now realized was a corset drew closer together. "There is think that will do nicely" The woman ran her hands up and down the girls sides feeling the smoothness and caressing the curves that had before far more apparent. "Let us continue now" Next black leather cuffs were secured to her wrists before a larger one was pulled from the bag that she felt being fed around her neck before being pulled tight as the strap was drawn through a buckle followed by a disturbing click. "You are looking even better than I had hoped for, your meat fills out very nicely girl. Now i will allow you to put these on next." Taking in her hands two small balls of fabric she unfolded them to find that they were black fishnet nylons. Leaning back against a pole for balance she fed each foot in before rolling them up her legs before finally reaching down and securing them with her garters. Taking a moment to adjust for tightness she turned back. "Next mistress?" Walking over the woman leaned in and kissed under the girls jaw before caressing the front of the diaper under the corset. Placing her lips next on her earlobe she nibbled a moment before beginning to fondle one of her bare breasts and whispering in her ear "I love having your meat exposed little pet, it is very satisfying" a gasp coming from the girls lips as her nipple was played with. "Put these on next for me" handing two more sets of cuffs. "Mistress?" she asked a bit confused "I don't understand." "One set is for your ankles, while the other set." Walking over she drew her hands from the girls knees up the inside of her thighs and began caressing very slowly and licking her neck "Is so i may control your very, very lewd thighs." a shudder ran through her body again. "Y..yes m..mistress" Reaching down she buckled her ankles in place next followed by her thighs. "Very good meat, it's time for use to have some fun. How is your stomach feeling?" "Very full mistress, I really need to go." "Oh do you now?" Walking behind, she pulled her back by the D ring on the back of her corset "I think very very soon" Reaching around she felt her breast grabbed and massaged while her stomach had pressure applied on top of her corset before a hand wandered down and began caressing the front of her diaper. "Do you like that my little diapered slut?" "Y...yes mistress. P..please more" "More you say? Very well then." Nibbling her ear now she drug her across the room before forcing her across a soft leather table. "Legs apart and hands forward meat." Obeying she spread her feet wide as she could while laying face down and placed her arms out. Soon she heard metal clicks and felt her arms and legs all pulled tight and held in place. Reaching down he woman tilted the girls head up and looked her in the eyes "It is time for you to truly learn you are mine from now on" walking behind the girl a noise was soon heard before a pressure was applied to her very exposed crotch area that soon began vibrating like mad. Walking back to the front after affixing the vibe in place she tilted the girls chin to look her in the eyes "You are mine now I hope you know?" only getting a whimper in response followed by moans that were growing. What was this feeling? Why did this humiliation feel so good? Her body began moving on its own , grinding into the vibration while staring her mistress in her brown beautiful eyes. Feeling moister by the second her padding thirstily drinking it in she rocked and rocked while pleading with her eyes "M-mistress p-please." Leaning forward without a word she pulled the back of her diaper away while slipping her hand in holding something cold and metal. "Do you want this? Whatever I give you next do you want it?" "Y-yes p-please. I beg of you for m-more m-m-mistress" words becoming harder to form as the fog was clouding her mind. Placing the tip against the girls small hole she gently began to apply pressure and pushing the plug home. Just as her eyes went wide and went to protest her mouth was sealed with a pair of lips and tongue playing with her own. The plug slid in fully and while the hand was removed the lips stayed, slipping across each-other with tongues wriggling. "Mmmm-mmm" Her mind near gone, consumed with pleasure. Lips hungry for more, craving her mistresses dominance while her hips bucked wildly against the feeling in her crotch. Her legs and arms bound, she was nothing more than a writhing captive of desire. "It is time you let go for me little girl, show me your devotion by making your diaper as wet as possible for me." Massaging the seat of her diaper with each word before she again captured her lips in a searing kiss before snaking her arm underneath and massaging the front of the diaper next to the vibrator. The feelings near overwhelming, she wanted to give into her mistress, to give her everything and when she felt her lips again her mind finally completely let go as well as her bladder flooding the waiting padding that soon gave a new sensation with the vibrator resulting in an orgasm that left her mind blank. Looking into her eyes the woman could see they had glossed over completely, she was gone and finally broken. This was what she was after and now it was time to rebuild this meat, that only knew desire at this moment. Turning off the vibe she unstrapped the girl, setting her soaked padded rear on the table before looking at the hazed eyes. "You really are perfect and belong to me now." Tracing her fingers around the girls lips she slipped them in and almost immediately the girl closed her mouth and began sucking "Such a good girl" she cooed "I think you are ready for your last present" grabbing a strip of leather from the bag she leaned in for one last kiss tracing her lips with her tongue before pressing their lips together and drawing back. The girl looked up with he hazy eyes waiting for more, her lips parted. Slowly the woman dragged the leather strap across her cheek and then between her lips watching her mouth part even more before the ball grazed her cheek. Opening her mouth completely to the let object in she wrapped her lips around, drawing it into her mouth gratefully. "Perfect' the woman stated as she strapped the gag behind her head firmly in place just as light returned to the girls eyes and realization dawned on her. Eyes widening in momentary panic she thrased her hed before feeling a hand at the front of her diaper. "You wanted this" I want this she thought before relaxing, what have i become? As if reading the question by the look in her eyes the woman responded "Mine"

Am a baby girl.... originated as submissive. Have dabbled in the abdl a bit. Intrigued me.... like to combine the 2 Any strict twisted mommy's daddy's or both who'd like to take complete control of me? I must do to myself as ordered . As if ur hands are guiding mine to use me. Punish me. Humiliate degrade me.  Forcing me to be in diapers. Crawling. Eating living as an infant 

This is a repost of a story of mine that went away with the boardwipe. Good thing too, since it had some errors or odd moving passages in it that i since have been able to fix: At the time i was also struck by a writer's block, i hope i can finally update this story a bit quicker than last time. I have a general outline in my head, though much still has to crystallize. Note: This story contains no regression and nearly no adult baby stuff. It's diaper lover only, with a generous sprinkling of bondage and other bdsm themes in it (these will get more prevalent as the story goes on), so read at your own peril!. I always felt there was a bit of a drought in DL stories on the forum: A lot of them are about regression in some form or another. Personally that's just not my thing, so i decided to do something about it with a story of my own It might also be somewhat slow moving, but i want to make its progression feel as natural as possible. I feel like i already made a few huge jumps in the development though. Feedback is always appreciated! Chapter 1 As Sara sat in the rather dark, square room she obviously felt uncomfortable. She was sat at a small, rectangular table, on a plain, metal chair. A bright light shone from above, from a recessed lamp in the ceiling, giving an unnaturally artificial flair to the otherwise featureless room. An empty chair was across from the table, behind that, a closed door. Despite appearances, this wasn’t a police station and she wasn’t about to get interrogated. In fact, she’s here for a job. Sara pondered about the road she’s taken to get here, sitting in a dim room in an office building of a company she doesn’t know anything about, despite having been interviewed quite a few times already. The terms were too good to pass on though, especially for someone in her situation and in this day and age. Just 15 years ago, the country was quite different. Heck, the world was. Simple things like public healthcare just got implemented, the minimum wage was still there and social security for those who didn’t get it, and voting still mattered. At least, it felt like it did. It didn’t take long for the situation to change, when big lobbies started openly controlling elections and politics and big corporations acted like a huge ball of slime - Rolling over and swallowing smaller corporations, even people, into their big, fat, bodies. People didn’t care. They were distracted with reality shows, and populistic displays of the show politics from the time kept people busy with irrelevant issues, blinding them to what was actually happening. Heck, they still don’t care, as long as they can have their fun. And fun, oh well, fun can be bought and sold, so no one has a problem with that. It’s a win-win! Sara was always a bit absent-minded, even to the point where to some she might seem careless, or carefree at times. She chose to go to university, taking out the obvious necessary loan. However, realizing it too late, she chose the wrong major (‘becoming a doctor’ is so much easier to say than to do) and ended up with a university career she couldn’t finish as well as a whopping $200,000 debt. So, when she dropped out, she was in a slightly panicky mood, as you can imagine. She scoured the job boards, not finding much for a university drop-out. The low-paying jobs she could find and take basically left her on life support, as that loan still needed to be repaid. Living off scraps while the interest went higher than what she was able to pay back was not exactly the situation to be in. Along came a spider. A job listing, actually. Modelling! No experience needed, $5000 a month, $10,000 signing bonus, 12 months with an option for extension. How could she not at least try out for it? Some company called Bound Inc. She never heard of it, but it sounded legit enough. Fortune 500, apparently, which is no small feat considering the competition nowadays. She was led through the recruitment process. Their main office is plain white from the outside, with black accents around the corners and windows. It looks like a modernists’ wet dream, almost literally, as the walls and floors were glossed to a fault, the lights running around the edges and corners of the entire ceiling, which was matte black otherwise. It gave a strange, flattened feeling to the interior. Her first contact was a blonde woman, all dressed in tight, black clothes. The company must have a rather lax attitude to it’s dress code, she thought. She did seem rather strict, but extremely professional and still friendly. A few more rounds of interviews followed, though most seemed pretty inane, they seemed to have less to do with the job and more like she was visiting her family, asking her about what was going on in her life. So, now, in this dim room, oddly contrasting to the rest of the building’s interior, she was awaiting the final interview. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched from behind a cliché, a two-way mirror of course. Smoke hangs in the dark side-room, as one of the men was smoking. He looked at the girl beyond the mirror, a frown on his face: “Ted, her breasts are too small. She doesn’t have any modelling experience whatsoever either. That’s two strikes.” The man was looking over some pictures, showing off more of Sara’s body than is visible at the moment. She’s athletic with relatively wide hips, but a very well shaped body otherwise, though her breasts never got past the ‘barely A-cup’ stage. As the daughter of a caucasian father and asian mother, her face and skin show traits of both, full, tout lips and a short but cute nose under big eyes, half-long black hair draped over her shoulders in the pictures, but in a ponytail at the moment. Dark, deep blue eyes and raven black hair can easily get you lost in her face. “Sir, we’re not just looking for a model. We’ve had 1200 applications and of those, only she has passed all the tests. Even this one she’s passing with flying colors, look at how calm she remains. Besides, the breasts we can fix.” The smoking man puts the cigarette out and simply observes the girl, which seems calm, looking around as if trying to entertain herself with something as she waits: “Are you sure she’s got potential?” “Her tests were all very positive. She can deal with the pressure and she looks like she picks up things quickly. Besides, she’s not going on to a catwalk any time soon!” The second man, Ted, chuckles at his comment, the smoking man grinning in agreement: “Seems that we don’t have much choice otherwise. None of the active approaches were successful?” “No. Most were already engaged otherwise, the ones who weren’t were not interested in this project. Understandable probably, given the requirements. Unless you want to wait for another 6 months for a slim chance of getting even an equivalent candidate, she’s our best bet.” The smoking man puts his elbows on his chair’s armrests and his fingertips together. He stairs at the girl for a few moments and gives a solitary, but strong nod to Ted: “Get her prepped. Suzie will supervise her introduction period. I want her ready in 3 weeks, we need this stuff out before the holiday quarter starts.” Ted gets up, tidies his suit and walks towards the door: “D? E?” “C is enough. She needs to appeal to a broader audience than our other models.” Ted nods, and continues on to the other room, where Sara is currently fidgeting. He sits down, calmly, and puts forth a small document: “Miss Keys, i’m here to offer you a contract. Please read it carefully, initial all pages and write your signature on the last page, on the mark, if you agree to all the terms. Feel free to ask me any questions you like.” A wide, warm smile forms on Sara’s face. She can’t believe it, she’s been accepted! Her financial troubles are over, her family will finally get off her case again for being a failure in their eyes. She’ll be famous! “Really? I thought you wanted to send me home after you let me wait here for almost an hour… I mean, thank you for giving me this opportunity sir!” She bends down over the document, reading it. Though, after the first section, confirming the pay and duration, she seems to be skimming it. Ted almost looks like he wants to say something, but refrains himself, instead a smile forming on his face. Not menacing, not awkward, but strangely self-satisfactory. As Sara pens down her signature on the final page she almost slams down the pen: “When do i start?” Ted collects the document, his smile still present on his face: “You just did. Collect your things, you’re expected back at the office in 3 hours. Your introduction period starts tonight.” Sara jumps up and extends her hand in an almost child-like way: “Thank you sir! You won’t regret this.” Ted chuckles as Sara tries to correct herself: “I mean, i’ll do my best!” Ted smiles and nods at Sara: “You’ll fit right in ma’am. When you return, report to the medical station, they will be briefed on your arrival. “ Sara nods strongly, not questioning why she would have to start there of all places. She hasn’t had a checkup for a long time, and she might need one anyway… Chapter 2 Her own place wasn’t actually very far from the company’s office. Just about 20 minutes by public transport. Very public transport. Fashion has moved quickly over the past 15 years and fads spread like wildfire due to this generation’s access to the internet. A lot of the older people - If by over 30 you mean old - still stick to the standard of jeans and shirt, with a plain jacket to cover it up. However, other materials have become increasingly popular, though they have mostly stayed within the realm of one piece of clothing at a time. Luckily, one might say. However, it’s one of those things Bound Inc. has apparently been using quite expertly to grow the business, and grow it fast. Stepping into the bus, Sara was greeted by quite a few teenagers, not much younger than herself, wearing PVC jackets and boots. Some of the girls were wearing a sarong to go along with it, some of the boys a kilt. High schools were becoming an ever more popular battleground for such fads and trends. At 21 she was only just out of that phase, though her parents raised her in such a way that she still preferred old-school, plain clothing. A quick ride and quite a bit of money later she arrived at her apartment building, at the edge of the city center. Not dilapidated, but close, it had that dirty, brown look to it’s exterior, old fashion dumpsters in an alley to the side and a small set of stairs towards the front door. It’s that kind of building you’d see in those movies from ages ago, but if you haven’t seen one in the wild, you’d expect to be walking on to a set. Nothing could be further from the truth, as the walls were crumbling, the stairs were creaking and the neighbours were loud. Sara sighed as she crawled up the steep, dark wooden stairs up to the third floor, towards her front door. No one in sight, so far. Seems like most of the residents don’t come out much, though she preferred it like that. Her apartment was a mess. Clothes everywhere, a laptop lazily sitting in a corner, on top of a desk buried in so much paperwork of all sizes and colors it almost looks like someone was blowing leaves. The entire space was tiny, with a kitchenette right in the living room, a small bedroom to the side and a bathroom tucked into a corner. She threw her backpack in the corner and slumped down on the bed, face first: “I guess this means i can finally start looking for a nicer place…”, she told no one in particular. A sudden knock on the door prevented her from nodding off. “Miss Keys? Are you home yet?” A light, male voice sounded out through the door. Unthreatening, friendly. Very creepy if you’ve lived here for any amount of time. Sara hopped up: “Coming!” She opened up the door, leaving it on the chain and peering through the crack: “Yeah? What do you want?” “Bound Inc, ma’am. We could have driven you home, but you left rather quickly. We’re here to help you pack.” Sara spotted two more men behind the first. While they stood like security personnel, hands folded in front, black, casual suits, they didn’t seem very threatening: “I… Really? Pack?” “Yes ma’am. We will wait if you’re not ready yet, but you’re expected at HQ tonight. You’ll be staying there for the next 8 days, in the meantime we will be preparing your new accomodations.” Sara gulped. This job was getting better by the second. “New… “ She opened the door and waved the men in, they gave her a friendly nod as they passed: “Yes ma’am. We take care of our own, as you will see. We will retreat to a nearby cafe for the time being if you wish to remain, we still have a few hours.” Sara simply stood there, looking around. She wondered whether she would be missing this place. She then wondered why she would, just as another fight between the married couple next door broke out. The men in the room looked surprised, though one of them can’t supress a chuckle and the others a facepalm as the conversation apparently revolved around sex dolls. Yes, the walls are that thin. She then took a deep breath, and looked out the window: “Let me get a few things then, and you can get started. I don’t need to stay here if i don’t have to, thank god.” The men nodded, the front man responding: “Good. Brian, Jason, get the boxes. Miss Keys, do you also want the furniture moved, or just the contents?” Sara looked around as she packed up her laptop and some clean clothes haphazardly, apparently in a hurry: “Ehm… Take the bedstand, and…. The desk. The rest belongs to the landlord, so leave those er…. “ She gave a funny look at the front man before he responded: “My apologies, my name is Conan. The others i’ve unwittingly introduced, of course.” The other two waved, responding with a short “Hi!” as they just returned with load of boxes, ready to get started. Sara couldn’t help but chuckle: “Were you named after…..” “Yes, vice president O’Brien. My mother was a fan, back in the day. This is the only time i’ll speak of this, so let’s get cracking, shall we?” Brian and Jason couldn’t help but laugh at their comrade: “Oh shut up you two, you have work to do!” “Miss Keys, do you want a lift to HQ?” Sara nodded: “Of course! All ready. Off to new adventures!” She pointed towards the door, striding towards it in big steps, prompting yet another chuckle from the men as Conan followed her out: “Well then.” Stepping out again, hopefully for the last time Sara thought, a nice, silver Mercedes was waiting for them, in front of a larger, silver van which Brian and and Jason seemed to be using. Obviously a big step up from the crowded bus just an hour ago. Not a limousine, but she knew better than to be picky at this very early stage of her new career, she thought to herself. Conan opened the back door: “Step in ma’am, we’ll be at the office in 15 minutes. I’ve been told Doctor Lennis is already available for your physical and prep work, so she’ll be waiting.” “Is getting a physical normal for all employees? Seems pretty thorough”, Sara asked. “Of course. We want our models in top physical condition for the job they are to perform, this is routine for all first-timers. “ Conan closed the door and got in the front of the car, starting it up and heading off towards the main office building. His driving style was fast, but not reckless, betraying where one of his hobbies may lie. Sara piped up again: “So you had one too?” “Of course. Everyone does.” Sara leaned back, staying quiet for the rest of the drive. Conan took a glance at her via his mirror every so often, a quiet smile on his face as he drove on. After a short amount of time they reached their destination. Sara jumped out before Conan reached the door, following her inside: “Medical station is to the left, up the stairs and straight on until the end of the hallway. You’ll find it!” “Thanks!” Sara skipped along with her backpack quite excited for her new job, though she slowed her pace somewhat as she realized it would be christened with a trip to the doctor. She stopped and sighed before opening the door to his office. Or her. Assumptions! Doctor Lennis was not an old fart, but a rather fetching young woman - Or so it seemed. The doctor smiled, as did everyone here apparently, warmly, welcoming her: “You must be Sara!” The doctor got up and moved her hand towards Sara, shaking it firmly: “Welcome. Let’s waste no time! We have to get you ready for your introduction period. Please follow me!” “Hi i’m…. Well, you know already! And alright, let’s get this done with.” Sara followed the doctor, Leslie as it turned out, lead her into another hallway, and into an examination room. Oddly, it had a hospital bed in it, though she didn’t pay this much mind. “Sara, i’ll have to get thorough, if you don’t mind. Could you please take off your clothes? Leave all your things on the chair here, and sit on the bed.” Sara gulped and hesitated for a moment: “All of them? I mean… Isn’t this just a checkup?” “Of course it is, but a thorough one.” She chuckled to herself. “After that we’ll start the introduction process straight away as well.” “Well…. Alright then.” Sara stripped, though slightly uncomfortable now. A small price to pay for such an awesome job, she thought. She put her clothes on the chair - Jeans, plain black t-shirt and plain white underwear. Not original, but it did the job. She sat down on the bed, arms in front of her chest, as Leslie approached her with a glass of water: “Drink this, and lie down on your back. We’ll handle everything else from here.” Sara nodded, and took a few large gulps, before lying down and making herself comfortable while the doc was fetching some supplies from the cabinet in the room: “Was that so you can track what’s inside me or something?” Suddenly, she felt incredibly drowsy, as the doc replied: “No, an anesthetic of course. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us!” Sara opened her mouth to speak, though she was quickly slipping into unconsciousness. With a confused look on her face she saw two nurses enter the room, in green outfits and surgical masks, the doc donning one as well now. She felt a wave of fear rush through her, not knowing exactly what was happening, though it subsided quickly as she drifted off into a deep, uneventful sleep. Chapter 3 The sounds of chirping birds and a light breeze were enough to rouse Sara from her slumber. The sun shone through the window, illuminating what at first glance seemed to be a stark, white room. She could only see the walls and ceiling, both of which were matte painted, but a cursory glance to her right revealed the same shiny floors as before - Still white. The garden soundtrack didn’t seem to be artificial. A quick look outside showed greenery, though she couldn’t make out much more than that before noticing the apparatus next to her, some wires emanating from it and going to her chest and one to her arm… A drip, as it turned out. She raised her head lightly, still as groggy as an Irishman after St. Patrick’s day, and noticed that she had to raise it a bit further to look down her body. The mounds on her chest seemed… Bigger. She slowly moved the covers down, gulping as she did, the little voice in the back of her head screaming about what the hell is going on, though outwardly she remained calm… Mostly. As her consciousness returned to a more productive state, blinking a few times, she processed the sight. Bandages, around what seemed to be bigger breasts than she had before. She blinked a few times, not knowing what to think, let alone do, but as the seconds rolled by, the first thought that entered into her mind was “Well… Those are actually quite nice…” She froze for a moment at letting herself think that, letting her head and the covers drop back down, still exhausted. Closing her eyes she listened to the soothing soundtrack for a few moments, alone with her thoughts, surprised at how calm she is despite the situation. She can’t seem to actually form coherent sentences for the most part, thinking more in feelings, impressions…. Speaking of feelings, one of them seemed to be forming between her legs. An urge, a familiar one. An urge which was retreating… It took a few seconds before it dawned on her, but when she realized what was happening, she slowly raised the covers again and raised her head. The grogginess was disappearing fast, letting her get away with slightly quicker and more vigorous movements - Despite the wires going to her chest, the apparatus stayed quiet, though she could only imagine what was showing on the monitor. Propping herself up on her elbow, she kept raising the cover, until a rather thick and shiny white undergarment was revealed. Again, she stared, the realization coming to her in a shiver down her spine, which conveniently and seamlessly transitioned into another short round or ‘urges’ between her legs. She was so consumed by the sight, another change almost slipped past her - How could she not have noticed? The covers didn’t feel smooth, her skin did! It seems someone put a lot of care into shaving her quite thoroughly, there was no hair in sight on her entire body. Falling back down again, even though it was just a short distance, she groaned and closed her eyes. The cover was now half-off, leaving her torso and crotch exposed as she moved her arms to her face, covering it. Whatever prevented her from going insane at this very moment, she thanked it silently, but still tried to slowly breathe to process this new information. Someone…. They, the company, have done this to her. The skin and breasts seemed to be intentional, but for some reason she didn’t resent those changes at all. Surprising, yes, unwelcome? Probably not? Maybe? Even so, if they were unwanted they were so because she didn’t consent to them. Did she? A gust of wind entered the room during that thought. Even her mind fell silent as she realized that she might have… Has she been so blinded by her desperation to get out of a hopeless situation? She didn’t read the entire contract. Was this the reason for the physical and mental tests she went through? What exactly had she agreed to? She shook her head, taking her hands off her now motionless, expressionless face. She wiggled her toes, moved her legs slightly, just making sure that they were still working - Or there in the first place. Why she thought that last bit…. No clue…. She looked up again, raising the covers to make sure everything else was still alright. The sight of a hairless body, from her neck to her toes, greeted her, making her wonder whether the same was done underneath her undergarment…. Those thoughts were interrupted as the doctor entered the room. She carried a wide, warm smile on her face, confidently strutting forward. Sara didn’t seem to be scared anymore - That was reserved for a short moment before her unconsciousness - Though she was certainly surprised. Not at the doc showing up, but what she was wearing! An incredibly tight, mostly white and shiny minidress with deep cleavage showing and most of her legs and arms. A red cross adorned her left pec, the sight being accompanied by an odd, barely audible squeaking. Latex, not PVC, she realized. Oddly enough, the ensemble was completed with plain, flat footed steppers. The doctor realized Sara was now starting at those and chuckled: “One must compromise somewhere my dear. How are you feeling? You’ve been out for 4 days.” Sara looked up again, pulling the covers back over her quickly when a blush formed on her face. She wanted to ask questions - A lot of them - but couldn’t seem to get the words out of her mouth. Doc Lennis sat down next to her: “Take your time. You’ve only just woken up, it’s natural to still feel a bit confused.” Sara mirrored that sentiment to a tee as she looked at the Doc, finally gathering herself: “What did you do? Why am i here?” Those two questions seemed to throw the Doc for a loop. She looked at her chart and back to Sara: “Amnesia shouldn’t happen…. No allergies…” She looked back up at Sara: “You remember your name?” Sara frowned: “I know who i am. I know that you drugged me, and that i ended up here. What did you do?” Doc raised an eyebrow: “You signed up as our new model did you not? The standard modification clause in your contract allows us to make small alterations to your body to help you perform that task as best as you can.” She started frowning: “This was explained to you, right?” At this point, Sara facepalmed so hard her blush was drowned out by the red spot on her forehead. She slumped forward, putting her head in her hands, only now remembering what she read about modern fashion models: “How could i just gloss over that….” Doc sighed, and returned to her smile: “Don’t worry, the operations were relatively minor and all of them were completed 100 percent successfully. There will be no side-effects whatsoever.” Sara looked up again and raised an eyebrow, removing the covers and pointing to her crotch: “Then what is this!?” The doctor was barely able to hold back a chuckle: “That’s not a side-effect my dear Sara. You’re our new adult diaper model and tester.” Sara’s skin got paler than usual. Something told her she should have looked up what the company actually does and makes before she took this job… Blinded by the pay and a way out of her debts she seems to have gotten herself into another mess. Doc continued: “The modifications done there are purely to facilitate your role at the company. While they make you fully incontinent, we can control the degree of it up to a certain level, depending on what you’re testing and the needs of the media shoots.” Sara just looked at herself, poking at the undergarment, which responded with a soft crinkling sound: “Fully… Incontinent?” “Well yes. Otherwise the testing and shoot conditions can’t be properly simulated and we do not settle for anything less than the best. Trying to emulate them won’t give the proper results.” Sara looked back at Doc, flabbergasted more than anything else. Doc continued again: “I think i know why you were singled out from over 1200 people who wanted this job. You’ll do great!” Sara forced a wry smile, turning back to her crotch: “Yeah…. I guess…” Doc chuckled again, got up and blatantly grabbed Sara’s left breast. The girl jumped in bed and looked at Doc with an expression of utter shock: “Just checking my dear. The bandages can come off soon.” She didn’t know what to think, other than that the shock wasn’t caused by Doc grabbing her, but the fact that the sensitivity of that area was apparently enhanced somewhat. Maybe just an after effect, she thought, of the surgery. Doc walked out again: “You’ll be out of bed by this evening. Rest up a bit. Suzie will be coming over later today to pick you up!” As Doc walked out the door, closing it behind her, Sara looked dumbfounded, absentmindedly pulling the covers back over her otherwise naked body: “Who the hell is Suzie?” Chapter 4 Alone with her thoughts, Sara looked at the ceiling, contemplating the terms of her new job, cursing herself for yet another spectacularly thoughtless life decision. A cursory glance at the chair in the corner next to her revealed that her clothes and bag were still there. Wide awake and nothing to do, she raised the covers and slowly sat up, letting her legs fall off the edge of the bed. Her feet didn’t quite reach the floor, which felt unnerving, though she chalked it up to simply being used to what mostly amounts to a very low stretcher back home. She chuckled at herself, having thought of that dump as home. She wouldn’t be going back there anytime soon. The thought startled her though - Did she just casually imply to herself that she’ll be keeping this job for the foreseeable future? No matter, she needed a distraction. Hopefully the battery of the laptop wasn’t drained, as the only power sockets were used by the machine next to her. The soft crinkle of the diaper provided a different distraction, not a very pleasant one at that, reminding her of her… Carelessness, you might say, in signing up for this. Looking down past the still bandaged breasts, she poked the garment, the white between her legs obviously being a lot darker than above her crotch. Yet, uncomfortable was one adjective not applicable to this situation. The room was pleasantly warm, despite the open window and her lack of clothing otherwise. The way the fabric of the bed moves against her skin feels smoother than she ever thought possible, not even shaving could get this kind of result. And the diaper? Odd, but, not uncomfortable. The opposite, actually. Snapping herself out of it, she slowly got up, silently thanking whatever deity might be listening that her extended nap didn’t cause her legs to fail straight away. Wiggling her toes and grabbing a hold of the stand holding her IV bag she walked a few steps to the chair with a bit of a waddle in her walk. She couldn’t help but focus on the crinkle, the sound being a constant reminder of her situation. Strangely enough, she was fascinated far more by it than worried. She quickly grabbed her laptop out of the bag and returned to the bed, hoping to distract herself for at least a little while. Carefully lying herself down on the bed she pulled the covers back up and opened the lid, only to be greeted with an empty battery: “Well, shit.” Her cursing was interrupted by the door opening, accompanied by someone walking through it. Despite everything she went through today (in her own sense of time at least), this surprised her still - A fully naked woman stepped in the room, white-but-almost-asian looking, with just above shoulder length, black, messy hair and the largest pair of breasts she’s ever seen. In person, anyway. Even stranger, the only piece of clothing she wore, if you could even call it that, was a slim, metal, intricately decorated collar around her neck. “You can close your mouth, it’s not required to stare at me!” The woman giggled, shaking Sara out of her stupor. She blushed and pulled the covers up just a bit more: “Doc will be here soon to take the bandages off, and all those other wires coming from you. We’ll get you dressed and to your new home! Which is to say, our home. Roommates!” Sara looked a bit confused: “Ehm… Allright. Nice to meet you too, i’m Sara.” She held out her hand as the woman replied: “Almost forgot! I’m Suzie, Suzie Miller. Try to avoid the phrase ‘It’s Miller time!’ and we’ll be best friends!” Suzie shaked Sara’s hand, the latter still trying to determine what kind of person she’s talking to. “Before you asked, and if you’re wondering, i’m wearing my company uniform. Everyone gets one, and this is mine! Obviously i don’t go outside like this.” She winked: “Often.” Before Sara could respond, Doc Lennis popped inside again: “Hey Suzie! Long time no see.” “Hey Doc! Still rocking the flatties?” “Hey, work is work. I’m not doing the ballet heels again when i’m trying to deal with patients.” She turned to Sara: “Now then, let’s get you changed, and out of those bandages.” Sara blushed strongly when realizing what she was talking about. Doc already held a clean diaper in her hands as she, rather roughly, pulled the covers back after letting Sara put the laptop on the stand next to her. “You’ve obviously only had liquid sustenance for the last few days, but after you start eating normally again tonight, try and make sure you eat at specific times every day. If you do that you can get away by voiding yourself with an enema, and may not have to use your diaper for that if you want to avoid it.” Sara responded: “I…. Wait, voiding, you mean…” “Yes, pooping, shitting, whatever you want to call it. You are fully incontinent, remember? That bit you can still control up to a certain point though, by making sure you eat at regular times, and healthy enough.” Sara looked a bit glum, once again blushing deeply: “This job just keeps getting better….” Suzie raised an eyebrow: “It’s not like you didn’t know about this? It was in your….” Sara’s rather offbeat and confused expression gave another clue to Suzie: “You didn’t read your contract thoroughly, did you?” Sara nodded: “Skimmed it….” Suzie chuckled, her large breasts bouncing as she did so: “Well, if the company didn’t think you could deal with it you wouldn’t be here anyway, and if you really skimmed your contract…. I’m kind of impressed you’re not panicking right now, but i guess that’s another reason for why you were chosen.” Lennis responded: “I could have been a bit more... accommodating at the checkup i suppose.” Suzie rolled her eyes: “Again Lexa? Keep that kind of stuff at home next time please….” Lexa sighed and nodded, Sara looking just a bit annoyed as she responded to Suzie’s question: “I might still be, but i’m bad at showing it. Look, i admit, i really, really needed the money and i may have skimmed a few parts of the contract. At least give me some time to get used to…. This.” She finished, pointing at both her chest and crotch. Suzie gave Sara an incredulous look, but sighed and smiled. Lexa piped up: “First things first indeed. Raise your hips dear, you’re soaking wet and we need to get you changed. I’ll trust you can do that yourself after today.” Sara closed her eyes, her blush taking on the color of an early morning sun, along with the glow it seemed. She raised her hips, Doc quickly exchanging the full diaper with a clean one, taping it up snugly: “Now, lets get those bandages off. That healing gel is amazing, normally you’d be in here for another week.” Sara let herself down again and to her surprise, a satisfied feeling washed over her. The dry diaper felt good, very good even. Catching herself with these thoughts she shaked them off and looked at her chest as she sat up and let Doc go to work: “I guess i missed the breast thing too?” Doc kept a neutral expression on her face as she concentrated on the bandages, removing them quickly and efficiently: “You did. Modifications can be made to help you perform your job better. That’s the reason for the hair removal as well. Serves the dual purpose of looking better on camera and letting you put the necessary clothing on more easily.” Sara chuckled to herself: “At least i’m not a nude model.” Doc and Suzie looked at each other and laughed, Suzie responding: “You’re right about that, actually! Lucky you.” She winked at Sara, who only responded with a look to her side and yet another blush. Doc finished removing the bandages and smiled, touching the now uncovered breasts gently, looking underneath: “No scars. Excellent. They look completely natural. What do you think Suzie?” Suzie only held up two thumbs up, straight forward: “Excellent! And very cute.” Sara finally allowed herself to touch the new additions to her chest as well: “Would it be mean to say that i’m very happy to see they’re not as big as yours, er... “ “Suzie.” “...Suzie? I mean, don’t you have back problems or something with that…. Rack?” “You’re kidding. They’re only F-cups! Besides, you get used to it very quickly. Now get up and get dressed, we’ll be getting some dinner and then head out to my place.” Sara sat on the bed, looking down at herself, then at Lexa, before looking back at Suzie. Lexa seemed to understand, and carefully removed the IV as well as the monitor stickers on her chest: “The clothes you brought with you are still in your bag, on the chair. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Suzie here now, so have fun!” Sara nodded, still a bit bewildered by it all, and waved at Lexa as she left the room. “I’ll wait outside. Don’t make me wait too long! We’ve got a few things to go over tonight to get you settled in.” With that, Suzie left the room as well, leaving Sara to herself. She got up, having to walk around the bed to reach the chair. Her balance already seemed to be completely restored, courtesy of the drip perhaps? The one thing she was still having trouble with was the strange feeling over her skin, especially between her legs, as well as the distinct crinkling sound she made with every movement she made which in some way influenced her hips. Looking down at herself again she recognized her body, but it felt alien somehow now. Her skin almost glistened, as smooth as it was, and it was impossible to look down without her significantly increased breast size making itself rather obvious. She gathered herself and unpacked her bag, a large backpack, onto the bed. She threw on a black t-shirt, which was significantly tighter now - Possibly for the best, as she had no bra to put on. The rather deep neckline was enhanced greatly, for obvious reasons, despite this being the loosest shirt she had. She considered throwing the underwear she brought with her in the bin right away, but decided against it. Pants were next. With no idea what she would expect she grabbed a few pairs of jeans at random, but in some incredible stroke of luck, she managed to grab the only skintight jeans she had. Pulling it over her legs she hit the obvious roadblock, as they wouldn’t fit over the diaper: “For fucks sake…. You can’t be serious.” Sara groaned, throwing the jeans back on the bed, and rustled through the pile of clothes to see if she didn’t miss anything. As luck would have it, she did! In an about-face however, it turned out a pleated miniskirt was the only other piece of lower body attire she had with her. It was easy to put on, though a big flaw manifested itself straight away: A miniskirt doesn’t go down very far, and this specimen wasn’t exactly meant to cover up her current underwear situation. As it happened, it didn’t, if only barely. The pearly white plastic of the diaper peeking out just barely, but visibly, from the back, as she found out by reaching behind her, given the lack of a mirror in the room. She attempted pulling the skirt down, though it was quickly evident that she couldn’t do that without it sliding down on its own due to the smooth plastic. “For fucks sake!” - she exclaimed, searching yet again through her clothes for anything that could fix the situation. She didn’t even have a sweater to tie around her waist to hide the back and all her t-shirts were even smaller than the one she was wearing right now. Signing this deal in the middle of summer was her undoing, it seemed. Angrily throwing the clothes back into her backpack and carefully closing the laptop to put it on top, she closed the bag and put on her shoes. She exited the room, a big frown and deep blush on her face, Suzie unable to hold back a chuckle: “Seems you were not prepared! No matter, i took delivery of some clothes for you this morning, we’ll get you dressed into something much more… Dignified, is the word, i guess.“ Suzie giggled again, though it seems the irony of her own state of dress was not lost on her, swaying her hips strongly as she passed Sara: “Follow me!” “You are having way too much fun with this… Doesn’t anyone here have something i can wear?” “Not in your specific size, sweetie. The dress code here is very specific.” “Well fuck me then.” “Not on my watch!” Suzie giggled again, a confused looking Sara following in her wake: “Lets go have a quick dinner in the cafeteria downstairs. I’ll explain some of the ground rules, then i’ll get you home and acquaint you with your new… Well, home, actually. Looking forward to it?” “Honestly? I’m not exactly sure what i’m even looking at right now… “ As they passed through the hall and reached the elevators, a full-length mirror greeted her on her approach. Her blush intensified, as she took the chance to inspect herself. The diaper was visible indeed, if only barely, and she needed to be aware how she moved to not make it overly obvious. Her focus shifted to her chest, which wasn’t as large as it felt, or looked, before. It was actually rather fetching, now that she was finally able to get a good look at it. Her focus was disturbed as she felt a tiny stream leaving her nethers, the diaper getting just a tiny bit warm - It was disturbed even further by the realization that she could feel it happening and instinctively tried to stop it, but couldn’t. Suzie noticed the sudden stillness of her new live-in model and put her hand on Sara’s shoulder: “You’ll get used to it. It’ll be second nature before long.” Sara slowly turned toward Suzie, looked just a bit worried: “I think that’s something i’m afraid of…

Hello friends. I fully intend on continuing "The Biggest Little Vacation", but here's a story that has been eating my brain for the past week or so - KWOceans and I have written this together (we'll see if you can figure out who wrote which parts!). This one is not as light and fluffy as Vacation, but I hope you enjoy it. I won't be doing my usual one-per-day update schedule on this, as I'm going out of town this week, so it will be a little more irregular than I prefer. Well, here we go... enjoy the ride. ------ CHAPTER ONE Sabrina sat at her computer, typing away, finishing up one last chapter of the book she was working on before she could call it quits for the day. Days like today made it hard to be one's own boss. She wanted nothing more than to toss her computer out the window and go play, but she had bills to pay. She was lucky, honestly - good, steady work that was suited to her talents, she worked from home and thus didn't face a lot of day-to-day discrimination... but in Allemagne that was much less of an issue than on the other islands. Allemagne was very proud of its native Little population and while they weren't quite as socially progressive as Gaule, Littles were safer in Allemagne than on any other island in Europa. As she marked her place in the book she was editing - it wasn't bad, it wasn't top tier fiction, it was a little trope-y here and there... the idea of a Little gaining magic powers and escaping to a world where they weren't on the lowest rung of the societal ladder was done to death at this point, ever since that Witch School series that took the world by storm. But, people were reading more and that meant people needed more books to be edited, and that meant that there was more work for her to do. She had been languishing in obscurity before she got her own short story published in an anthology. She smiled at her copy of An Amazon Below sitting on her desk and ran a finger along the spine. It was almost entirely filled with stories by anonymous authors, very few people were willing to put their name on a story that had Amazons as slaves to Littles, but she had... and she scored no fewer than three new clients off of it. Sabrina Weber - it felt so good to see her name on the cover of the book. She got top billing since there were so many fake names or Anonymous authors in the anthology. No risk, no reward, she smiled to herself. Sabrina hopped down from her chair and got dressed - it was Wednesday night, and that meant Littles night at the club. Violet Intrusion, a hot nightclub downtown that didn't discriminate - if you had ID and credit you were in, they didn't care. She'd been going there a lot since An Amazon Below came out - she had only made a small amount on the book itself, but the other business had her wallet flush in a way it hadn't been before in her life. She stepped out of her loose flannel pants and baggy shirt - she hated pants in general, but they were super comfortable to write in - and put on a bra, which she didn't need normally but she always padded the cups to make her look more shapely, more adult, like the Amazons - it was a risky move, Native Littles were generally small chested... only Portal Littles looked like tiny Amazons and no one wanted to be confused for a Portal Little, they had no rights at all, they were pets and property. Like an Amazon should be, she smirked, wishing. Sabrina had a taboo desire - she wanted to see an Amazon grovel at her feet. It's what all her stories were about, it's what all the stories in An Amazon Below were about. Littles owning Amazons. She imagined having a docile Amazon on a leash as she stepped into her black clubbing dress, pulling it over her well-padded bra. She would be a kind enough mistress, she would love her pet... but the Amazon would know beyond a shadow of a doubt who was in charge. She couldn't wipe the grin from her face as she selected her jewelry for the night - bangles for the left wrist, leather for the right, nice big hoops for the ears and... yes, a simple black choker. She let her waist-length dark brown hair down, cascading as she removed her ponytail holder, and imagined sliding her hands along a naked Amazon body, kneeling before her, begging to be touched. She released a deep shuddering breath before doing her makeup for the evening - a dark red lipstick and heavy eyeliner over her usual foundation and powder. Like the addict she was, she sat down at her computer one last time to check her favorite AmzDom message boards - places where like-minded Littles gathered and shared their fantasies. She had fans from all over Europa, but the majority were here in Allemagne. She was practically untouchable by the Amazons, in order for an Amazon to claim a native Allemagne Little, they had to have a Hunting Permit - which were not easy to obtain, you had to have a target picked out who had been proven to be unfit for society. Unfit meant unable to control their bodily functions AND were unable to support themselves financially. The first could be easily faked, that had been the downfall of the last of the Albion natives who had thought themselves so safe after their Adulthood Declaration laws were passed... but Amazons were clever, they'd get a Little in a position where they couldn't make it to the bathroom one way or another and then before they knew it, they were claimed. Albion didn't even have any free Natives left. Allemagne solved this with the permit system, as well as the requirements. And Sabrina was safer than even most Littles - she was self-employed. She wasn't at the mercy of any boss or company, she was her own boss. Sometimes that was rough - sometimes she had to go a month or two without a contract, but she was booked up for six months solid now, there was a waiting list to get her attention, and things were looking up. So were her points on the AmzDom board, her latest chapter was doing well. She loved each and every person who commented on her stories, she was LittleDomme on the boards and she had a small stable of fans who would read anything she wrote - and she tried to keep them entertained by writing often. There was Ellie, and Ocean, and Trip... but her favorite by far was TinyRebel4. Rebel was always the very first commenter on every thread and always showered her with compliments and tried to predict the twists in her stories, and half the time she was right. Any day that Rebel commented was a good day. Rebel was some kind of scientist - nobody said their real names on the boards, it could make a person's life hard to be outed as an AmzDom fan, but she had dropped enough hints that she worked for some chemistry lab. Sabrina wished that she could crow to the message board that she was in the Amazon Below anthology... but it was risky enough that her name was attached to that book but if her two identities were tied together, it could really make things hard - the story for the anthology was far, far milder than the stuff she posted on the board. Just as she was ready to walk out the door, she noted that Rebel had sent her a message, but if she didn't leave now the wait for the robocab would be dreadful, and she was looking forward to the club. She sat on the small bench next to the front door and pulled on her platform boots - knee-high, laces all the way up, black patent leather, but the best part were the 4" platform soles. Sabrina had always been on the tall side for a Little, but between the padding in her bra and the extra height from her shoes she really felt like she passed for a Mid - and they dealt with substantially less discrimination. She glanced over one more time at the computer, wondering what Rebel had to say. Rebel would have to wait, however - it was Littles Night. The club was gorgeous as always. It was an older building in a part of downtown that was being revitalized, it had been here a long time but the owner had spent a lot of money over the past couple of years renovating it. Now it was ultramodern with a black and silver theme and clean lines, but Sabrina cared much less about the architecture than she did the music. The Violet Intrusion always seemed to have the best DJs, the best bands, and it was one of the few places she wouldn't get hassled for being a Little... well, hopefully people just assumed she was a Mid. She'd still get in for free, her ID showed that she was a Little, but she hoped that the patrons inside wouldn't realize it. Even though it was Littles Night, not many Littles actually showed, this part of town wasn't very Little friendly - the bathroom facilities alone around here weren't adequate for Little needs, but that didn't generally bother Sabrina. She was relatively tall. "Hey Anna," Sabrina smiled as she took her spot at the bar. "Hey Sabrina," the bartender greeted her - the club was just getting warmed up and Sabrina was early, as usual. She liked to make friends with the staff anywhere she went on a regular basis, she was actually pretty good at making friends. "How are you doing?" "Honestly," the Little grinned, "I'm on top of the world. I don't think it could get much better. Work is going great and I feel good. How about you?" "Not as good as you, apparently," Anna laughed. Sabrina loved that laugh, that alto chuckle that she had - Anna had some kind of insecurity, she always covered her mouth when she laughed, but Sabrina didn't mind. A fair share of her Amazon domination fantasies had featured Anna lately. Kind Anna, gentle Anna. She wondered what it would feel like for the woman to actually kneel before her, to submit to the collar... she was snapped out of her reverie, however. "... and then I twisted my ankle! It's better now, but it was a rotten day." "Oh that sucks!" Sabrina sympathized, though she wasn't entirely sure how the story had begun. "I'm glad your ankle is okay, standing all night on a twisted ankle would be awful, and I'd miss you if you weren't here." "You're sweet," Anna smiled, putting away the last of the clean glasses. She was quite attractive, shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. Her teeth were the tiniest bit crooked, an oddity seeing as how dental correction was a well-understood science, but there was likely a reason. "What are you starting off with tonight?" "Let's see," Sabrina began ponderously, pulling out her comm and loading her wishlist. "Next on the list is the 'Dark N Stormy’." "Sorry," Anna smiled sadly, "I don't know that one - what's in it?" "That's okay," Sabrina knew better than to let anyone mix a drink they didn't know - she was out to try new ones, and if it was mixed wrong, she'd never know if she actually liked it. "How about the Gaule 75? That one's supposed to be really good." "That one I know," Anna grinned, pulling out the ingredients. Anna - Sabrina was pretty sure - thought she was a Mid, she always got Mid-sized drinks here. The frustrating thing about most food and drink places downtown was the fact that even though Little portions were so much smaller, they were almost always the same price as a Mid or an Amazon portion - it was just the way things were, if she wanted fair she had to go to a Little-specific restaurant that only served Little portions. Amazons wouldn't bother going there, it would cost them a fortune to get enough to eat. Sabrina took her first sip of the pale yellow drink - it was strong, but it wasn't as sweet as she had been hoping, but it wasn't bad. She took a long draw from it, savoring the way it burned on the way down. She knew she probably shouldn't drink so much, but an over the counter hangover cure before bed would keep her from feeling it tomorrow after she enjoyed the buzz tonight at the club - alcohol always made the music feel better. She could appreciate the music either way, but if she really wanted to lose herself in it, a drink helped immensely. "Oh," Anna said, walking back to Sabrina's spot at the bar. "I'm supposed to tell you that you have an invitation to the VIP lounge tonight." "What?" Sabrina asked, surprised. "Upstairs? Why?" "No clue," the bartender shrugged. "I just got word that if you came in tonight, you were invited up. I think it's from the boss directly." "Who's the boss?" The Little raised an eyebrow. "Naomi Alexis," Anna replied, but the name didn't ring any bells. "She's nice, a real kind and understanding type. She's a good boss, I'm pretty sure she's up there tonight herself. You'll like her." "Sounds good, I guess I get a glimpse of how the other half lives, huh?" Jump to Chapter 2!

It was a very dark Sunday evening and fetacular was writing a diaper story. This particular story involved fetacular being kept in diapers since youth. He was sent to the abdl hospital where his life on camera would begin. Arriving at the hospital the nurses talked at the entrance, nurse1 “oooh this one’s gunna bring in the ratings”, nurse2“ who do you think has to change his diaper”, nurse1 “you do”, nurse 2 “so do you”, nurse3 “what smells”, nurse1”omg it’s vennessa she pooped herself” nurse2”you better go change her nobody likes a poopy diaper” nurse 1 “yeah except her” the nurses giggled and gagged a little and went to work. Nurse 2 “hello feta, I here you failed potty training some years ago and have been in diapers ever since” Feta said “yeah but I can do things on my own” nurse2 “like what feta”? “like going out to the movies and stuff” nurse2 “well you know, your 21 now, and it’s legal for you to go to bars and stuff, buuuut the problem is bars don’t like it when people who failed toilet training go in there with there dirty diapers and stink up there bars”. Feta “well I won’t go to bars then” Nurse 2 “yeah, we tried that in the 1990’s, we can’t keep our eye's on all of you”, 1 feta say's “no, please (sob) I don’t want to spend my life in here”! Page2 2feta says “how long do I have to stay here” page 3 Page 2 1 feta say's “no, please (sob) I don’t want to spend my life in here”! Page2 Nurse1“ you don’t have to spend your whole life in here,” “only as long as it takes to potty train you” Nurse 2 got back from cleaning up vennessa, he even stuck his index finger in and stretched her until it snapped, the look on her face was priceless to him. He told her the command (foooootsy) and she put her feet on nurse1s left hand while he fapped open the diaper With his riight, then rolled vennessa back slid the nursery diaper under her, then let her feet go.. her feet naturally spread and nurse 1 taped her in tightly, the diaper was thick, and went up past her pelvic bone up just past her belly button. Vennessa said, “but I don’t want to wear diapers today”, nurse1 said “yes but vennessa you play with yourself when your not in diapers” nurse 3 “and this isn’t a place for fun, sugar baby” 1feta says “how long will it take to potty train me?” go to page 4 2feta says “can I wear a thinner diaper nurse,” go to page 8 Page3 feta say’s “how long do I have to stay here?” nurse1 said, “well, that depends on how well you behave, and of course how long it takes to potty train you.” Feta “the only reason I’m in diapers is because my mom kept me in them, I’ve told her for the past 14 years I was capable of toilet training “ah ah ah” nurse1 tapped her foot with an xyz agitated leg spread,” when she realized she had fetas attention she grabbed him by the lips and squeezed them together to emulate the words “potty training” Nurse2“now say it with me,” “potty training”, “that’s better,” she said playfully. Feta “sobbed” Nurse1 entered the room and said, “why don’t we get that wet diaper off of you?” feta said “yes please”. Nurse1 pulled down fetas pants, making a smiley face at him??? next she untapped the tapes, fapping it open she then put a dry cleansing lotion on him to wipe away the urine and powder finally just in time, nurse3 showed up with a very thick plastic diaper, as she walked by fetas glare she show boated the powder and diaper to him. “feta” said nurse3; “yes” said feta, nurse3 “put your feet on my hand”, feta did so. “upsy daisy” said the nurse and she rolled feta back and slipped a diaper under him. She let go of his feet and his legs spread naturally, then she lifted it between his legs and taped him tightly in. Nurse3 walked in and said “oooo,” as she padded the diaper and said “nice and thick so you can’t Master are,” Page 4 2feta says “how long will it take to potty train me?” “well, let’s start by changing that diaper”, it was 8pm and feta's diaper was changed, he was then put to bed. He woke up with a soaking wet diaper and morning wood, nurse1 went in with a bottle and changed him at 5am next he was led into the public area to watch some TV, baby tv. Around 8am he was changed again with powder by nurse 1 The nurses went into see him at 7am they started a questionable chant “do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go..” Finally in a tempertantrum feta said, I want to go! The nurses started chanting “pee, pee,pee,pee,pee,pee!” feta said “no!” The nurses starting chanting again “do you want a breaky, or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go, do you want a breaky or do you want to go” the nurses ear pieces; spy gadget type stuff, “the ratings are climbing, if he says breaky make him choose which one of you and your pay cheques will be 6 figures this month and your contracts are up, of course you can always re-sign” Feta said “fine give me breakfast!” the three nurses, nurse1, nurse2, and nurse3 dropped there tips on Camara, and they chanted “boob, boob, boob, boob” feta reached out to touch one, but nurse2 said “you can only touch it with your mouth”, feta opened his mouth and lurched forward,” the respiridone g iven to the nurses prior to this moment caused them all to lactate, as soon as feta’s mouth wrapped around nurse2 she squirt right down the back of feta’s neck. Fetas head flew backwards and her boob squirted him in the face again, feta choked and reflux gagged, saying “what the fuck was that”, nurse1 said “oh we have a potty mouth, don’t we little baby”, nurse 3 said “from now on, you have to keep a binki, in your mouth,” nurse 2 said “otherwise we'll make you wear the thick diapers, the ones that make you waddle like a bwaby”, further she stated “now, drink this nipple until it’s empty, or else you'll go to the play pen until bed time.” “no!” said feta, nurse2 said “drink from my boob or we'll give you shock therapy 1Feta says “No!” Page 5 2feta says “okay.” page6 3feta says “I want her nipples.” Pointing at nurse3 page 7 Page 5 feta yelled “no”! To nurse2, she called out “Jensa” to nurse3 who came into the room with a d volt battery and jumper cables, she zapped feta and he said “ouch, fuck! Holy shit!!” jensa zapped him again holding the jumper cables down he was shocked so bad he Peed himself, nurse3 said, in a matter of fact tone “and now, you get thick diapers just like vennessa” nurse1 and nurse2 held him down while nurse3 diapered and powdered him. She was quick and efficient. Page6 feta say’s “okay,” and takes suck of nurse2 he drank for about 20 minutes a boob as he drank he was quickly flooded by the milk and it came out into his diaper. Nurse1 stuck her hand down into his package and felt it was wet, “now it’s time for a thick diaper,” the nurses changed him and put the binki in his mouth, “now you keep that binki in your mouth until tomorrow morning or we'll put you in the play pen.” Feta nodded. Page7 feta say’s “I want her nipples.” Pointing at nurse3. Nurse 3 said okay but let’s lie down on the couch. Feta sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked until nurse3 was empty and then filled with milk, milk polyuria set in and he Peed himself, nurse2 poked his diaper and said “he’s wet!” nurse3 said to nurse2, why don’t we let him sleep here while we put on a show for the camera's. They started touching and petting and spreading nurse3 went down nurse2 raised a gay brow, they both got soaked and put there cloths and robes back on, all the while feta had one eye open. Nurse2 said “oh feta you naughty boy, did you watch,” nurse3 “good luck masturbating in that diaper. “its time you took a nap,” said nurse3 “but I’m wet” said feta. Well it’s a big diaper it’ll hold!” Page 8 Feta say’s “can I wear a thinner diaper nurse?” Nurse 3 said “nope, because you will play with yourself and the only action your going to get in here is breast milk boobs,” nurse1 “let’s get you something to eat!” Nurse 2 brought a heaping bowl of egg noodles and peanut butter feta said “where’s the fork?” nurse1 pulled a spork from behind her back, she said “sit down!” feta say. “here comes the boobies” feta swallowed deeply. She sprinkled some all over his face and said “lets get a camera,!” 1Nurse 2 checks fetas diaper go to page 9 2nurse3 checks fetas diaper go to page 10

Hello everyone. It seems like my original thread didn’t survive Forumgeddon. There’s good news though: I have a mostly complete backup that I’ll be re-posting soon, along with a new chapter Unfortunately, reposting almost a hundred pages of material means a loooooot of spacing to fix so it will take some time, but it’s definitely happening. Thank you all for bearing with me.

There was that look again, the wide-eyed cross between fear and excitement. I pushed for an answer, “Well?” Hannah chewed on her lower lip, considering my suggestion. I knew full well that she’d made up her mind, in fact knowing her it was something she was considering even before I mentioned it, but she liked to make me think I was in control. She leaned in toward me, making sure no one in the carriage could overhear, “what happens if I need to...” she looked at her lap as she trailed off. “Well that’s the point” “Not so loud”, her cheeks flushed as she spoke. “Sorry”. I wasn’t sorry, which was clear from the grin plastered across my face. “Bastard”. Her verbal dig came coupled with a sharp prod in my ribs. That just made me smile more. I took her hands in mine, and gently spun her round so that I was hugging her from behind. She gave me a contented sigh as we cuddled together, for a moment, it was just me and her, the other passengers on the train fading away. “I’ll get you back for that”, I whispered to her. Hannah looked up at me, a spark in her eyes, “Of course you will”. I began tickling her belly. She squirmed, and stifled a squeal. I kept going. “Stop it”. “I’m getting you back”. “Not here” “I love you” “I know, but not here. I really need to pee”. We both knew where this was going. This was a deliberate tease. We only had one more stop until we got off the train, then it was just a short walk to the hotel. I leaned in very close to Hannah’s ear, “Are you sure you want to do this?” She nodded her head, and murmured, “uh huh”. I tightened my arms around her, and began tickling harder. She shivered and shuddered, and bit her lip. Then she stopped, her breathing became heavy. I hugged her even tighter as the dark patch grew on her hot pants, and trickles of urine ran down her leg. I leaned in close to her again, “Are you OK?” Once more she gave a gentle nod of her head, “uh huh”, this time a lot less sure of herself. I kept her held close, but gently turned her round again so I could see her face. We’d done stuff like this before, but with something so public, there was always a risk she’d be overwhelmed. I looked into her eyes as I stroked her hair. “It’s OK. We’ll be in the hotel in a minute”. Hannah was still in a trance when the train pulled into the station. I grabbed our bags, took her by the hand, and led her onto the platform. As soon as she stepped into the cool outside air, Hannah snapped back to her normal self, “Hot pants were a really stupid idea” “Cold?” “Freezing”. “Want my coat?” She shook her head. “Come on”, I led the way as she dripped along behind me. Hannah stopped me just as we were about to walk into the hotel. I wondered why for a moment, but realised the issue when she pointed toward her piss-soaked shorts. “Want me to grab you once I’ve checked in?” She shook her head again, “give me your coat” I did as she asked, and she wrapped it around her waist. It hid nothing. In fact, if anything the fact that she had a coat wrapped around her waist in the middle of October only drew attention to the wet patch in the crotch of her pants and the rivulets of urine running down her legs. For a moment I considered warning her of this, but decided against it. If it worked for her, who was I to argue? We checked in, then headed to the room. The door hadn’t even closed before we fell on top of one another, stroking, nuzzling, kissing. I stripped off her top, then pulled off my own, and then I fell onto the bed, pulling her down on top of me. “Shit!” “What?” Hannah asked. “I forgot you were still wet, you’re getting my jeans damp.” “Fucker”, she kissed me, “I’ll just have to take them off of you then.” She climbed backward, and stripped my trousers off of me. She moved back up, nuzzling my crotch as she did. I stopped her when she got to my chest, sat up, and helped her out of her damp hot pants and panties. As I did, she gave me a confused look. “I wouldn’t be very good at this if I let you get a rash, would I?” I ran my fingers over her labia, and kissed her, gently rubbing her clitoris. I nibbled on her ear, kissed her neck, her breasts, her mouth. She cried out, arched her back, she was close to orgasm. I stopped. “Not yet.” That look of fear and excitement again, although this time I’m not sure whether she had any idea what I was thinking. “Don’t move” Hannah nodded. I climbed off the bed, and walked toward my bag. When I came back, I was holding several bundles of rope. Hannah noticed it, “You packed the rope?” “I packed everything,” I said with a smile. Hannah relaxed as I began to wrap the cord around her shoulders, locking her arms tight into her body. I tied it off onto itself then set to work on her hands, crossing them over her chest and wrapping another length of rope around them. Now helpless I eased her backwards so she was lying down, and turned my attention to her legs. I secured a length of rope to her right ankle and tied it off against the bed post, then did the same to the left, leaving her spread eagled, staring expectantly. Then I got the magic wand out of the bag. I turned it on, then slowed my approach, letting it hang loosely in my hand. I could hear her whimpering as I got nearer, and felt her shudder as it made contact with her body just at the top of her thigh. There was no way I was going to let her orgasm, but it was fun to tease. I passed it back and forth over her vagina until she started making little yelps of pleasure. Satisfied I’d found the right spot, I held it there as the yelps became louder and more constant. Then I took it away. “Please…” Hannah begged, a forlorn tone to her voice. “Later.” I replied, the smile that already plastered my lips becoming just a little more broad. I turned the vibrator off and returned it to the bag. “Are you going to untie me?” Hannah called out trying to raise herself up to find me. “Not yet.” “But what about grabbing some food?” “We’ll go out in a minute. I want to run something by you first.” “And I need to be tied up for it?” “No, but I’m enjoying you being like this.” Hannah scowled. At least, I assume she did. I was back at the bag, looking for the next item I needed for the night. As I was going through it, I glanced behind, and could see Hannah straining to see what I was getting. I laid everything out on the bed next to her, then went through them, one by one. “The wipes are non-negotiable. I want to make sure you’re clean, and we aren’t going to have time for a shower if we want to get food before everything shuts.” Hannah nodded. “Consider the diaper a dry run. If no one notices it tonight, they’re not going to see it under what you’re wearing tomorrow.” I could tell from the look on her face that Hannah had hoped I’d suggest this. We both enjoyed diapers, but Hannah prefered to be ‘made’ to wear them. I reached into my pocket for the final part of the evening’s entertainment, a suppository. We’d used them before, but only at home. Hannah’s eyes went wide. She rocked her head slowly from side to side. “Is that a no?” “Er…” “Just say the word.” Hannah shook her head. “OK. Are you sure?” She nodded. “We’ll be in and out at the restaurant. You won’t need to hold it long, and we’ll be back here long before it takes effect.” “Thank you.” I put everything on the bed, and walked toward her bag. “What do you want to wear?” “Something baggy. I don’t want people seeing the nappy.” I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long t-shirt from Hannah’s case, and held them up for her approval. “Yeah, that’ll do. I think I need to pee again.” Hearing that I grabbed a pair of plastic pants from her bag, “best you wear these too then”. I brought the clothes over to the bed, and set to work. She whimpered a little as I wiped her clean, the close contact, and the restraints once again getting her horny. Unfortunately for Hannah, even if I’d been inclined to let her orgasm, we just didn’t have time. Satisfied that she was clean, I laid out the diaper underneath her, and broke the suppository out of its packet.. “Last chance to back out” She gave me a cheeky grin. I pushed it into her bottom, then leaned forward and kissed her again. I kept kissing her, moving down her neck, toward her breasts. Until she whispered to me, “Don’t fuck around. Put the nappy on me, I can already feel it working..” In spite of how hard I was laughing, I managed to get Hannah’s diaper on her and free her from the restraints. She pulled her clothes on, and we headed out the door. As we walked into the hallway, I asked her how she was feeling. “It’s cramping a little, but it’s not too bad”, she responded. By the time we got to the nearest restaurant, Hannah was struggling to hold things together. I offered to go in and get the food alone, but Hannah refused. She was, apparently, “going to see this through”. I only discovered what she meant by this when the waiter asked whether we wanted to order take away, or to get a table. In spite of how much she seemed to be struggling outside, Hannah somehow managed to compose herself perfectly, then, while keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time, asked for a table. This was going to get interesting. We headed to a booth in an almost empty corner of the restaurant, well away from the handful of other customers in the place, and looked at the menu. While we waited for the waiter to come and take our order I asked Hannah why she wanted to eat in. “It’s almost empty in here,” she replied, “I wanted to see how far I could go.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in just how much public humiliation Hannah could take, but I was also worried. The games we’d played had always been about fighting the sense of urgency, never about losing control in front of people. This was going to be an entirely new experience, and I was concerned it might be one she didn’t enjoy. Once the waiter had finished taking our orders, I waited until he was a few feet away from the table, before asking Hannah, whether she needed a change. I don’t think he actually heard me, but it was fun to see the look on Hannah’s face. In spite of her struggle with her bowels, she managed to spit out the words “not yet” through gritted teeth, before following them with “but you’re not going to enjoy cleaning it up”. It was only a few moments later when her control failed. She held her hands out across the table for me to hold, and raised herself slightly off her seat, before letting rip with a few muffled farts. At first she seemed OK with it, then the realisation of what was happening hit her. Her eyes went wide, and she had a look of terror on her face. It seemed I’d been right to be concerned. “It’s OK. You’re doing well.” I used my thumbs to stroke the backs of Hannah’s hands as they trembled in mine. She seemed so fragile. Then the smell hit me. Hannah saw my nose twitch a little, then stammered, “is it bad?” I lied to her, reassuring her that no one would notice. I continued to stroke her hands, kept telling her it was all OK, then asked her if she wanted to go back to the hotel. She shook her head. “Do you want me to come round to your side of the table and cuddle you?” She nodded. I moved round, and hugged her. She was shaking. I held her tight, and stroked her arms. Kept reassuring her that everything was OK. By the time our food arrived, she was much calmer, although very much still in a trance. “Are you going to eat?” She began picking at her nachos and took a few sips of beer. I kept my arm round her the whole time. And while this helped Hannah feel safe, it made eating my burger much harder than it otherwise should have been. Not that the smell helped much either. We’d been picking at our food for about half an hour, when Hannah suddenly began to cry. It started with a few sniffles, but very quickly descended into quiet, uncontrollable sobbing. I decided we ought to leave. I called over the waiter and asked him for the bill. Ideally, I would have prefered to have gone over to the counter to keep him away from Hannah - it wasn’t going to take a genius to work out what had happened from the smell, the half-eaten food, and the crying girl - but I didn’t want to leave her alone. When he returned, he told Hannah that he hoped she felt better, and she instantly began shaking again. I got her outside, then held her close, making sure she could see my face, “It’s OK. You’re going to hold on tight to my hand, and we’re going to go back to the hotel.” Hannah nodded. We moved slowly, Hannah staggering along on, still very much weak at the knees . Fortunately, the streets were nearly deserted, and no one paid us any attention. At least, they didn’t until we got outside the hotel, when Hannah stopped dead in her tracks. I asked her if she was OK. She didn’t respond. It was then that I saw the tell tale sign of a leak, as for the second time in one day, her trousers began to darken. I rubbed her back while she finished. By the time she began moving again she was crying pretty hard. Once again, I held her close, and as I did, she spluttered out, “I think I went too far”. I couldn’t help but laugh at this, which completely distracted Hannah, and broke her out of her little trance. Almost immediately, she went from crying wreck to something resembling her usual self, as she cracked a slight smile, called me a “bastard”, and started jabbing me in the ribs. I tried to defend myself from her playful little pokes, but the situation was so ridiculous - as the red-faced, sniffling, stinking, love of my life proceeded to playfight with me in the street - that all I could do was laugh, and remind her of what happened when I tickled her on the train. She responded by telling me that I could tickle her all I liked - at this point what else was there to lose? We continued on into the hotel, and straight toward the lift. We were probably only waiting a minute at most for it to arrive, but it seemed like forever. It must have been even worse for Hannah. We’d been in the hotel for less than four hours, and already the receptionist had seen her with soaking wet hot pants, and got a full on view of her having an accident. Somehow Hannah not only managed to hold it together through the wait, but when the lift arrived, she was pretty upbeat. Then things got complicated. As we waited for the doors to close, a woman called us to “hold it”, as she ran across the lobby. For a moment I considered pressing the ‘door close’ button, as much for her sake as for Hannah’s, but I didn’t react quickly enough, and when the doors shut, the woman was stuck in there with us. I worried how this would affect Hannah, but I needn’t have. When the woman made a comment about the smell, Hannah glanced up at her, and replied “sorry, I had a bit of an accident”, and that ended the conversation. Understandably, the woman got off at the next floor, while we continued up to our room on the 12th. Buy the time we were at our door, Hannah was horny as all hell. This wasn’t uncommon for her. The problem was, I’d originally intended for us to only be out for a few minutes while we grabbed a take away. She’d fight the sense of urgency, feel humiliated, and be back home before the ‘fireworks’. Our antics at the restaurant had put paid to that plan, and now I was faced with a girlfriend in a filthy diaper, who meant to have her way with me pretty much immediately. After what she’d subjected herself to for our amusement tonight, I wasn’t going to let her down. I led Hannah into the room, then made sure the door was shut behind us. “OK shit-pants, let’s see the damage.” Hannah pouted at her new nickname, but dropped her sweatpants as instructed. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but nowhere near as bad as I had feared. I pulled her into a hug, careful to keep soe distance between my jeans and her diaper, then gave her a long, deep kiss. As I pulled away, I instructed her not to move. I reached into my bag and pulled out several bed pads. I put one on the floor beside the bed, and asked Hannah to stand on it, while I took the blankets off the bed, and spread the other pads out on the mattress. “Right, we’re ready. Plastic pants off”. Hannah complied. As she did, the smell became more apparent. Hannah saw me gag slightly. “Sorry”, she mumbled. “I’m not sure this is all your fault” I replied, trying to reassure her. “I did warn you that you wouldn’t enjoy cleaning this up”. “Yeah, I suppose you did”. I pulled the waistband of her diaper back, the check much more about putting her in a certain headspace than anything else. “How bad is it?” “You definitely need a change” “Ew. Does that mean I’m going to have to wait until after you’ve cleaned me up?” “How the hell are you horny?” “Someone teased me before we went out, remember?” I grabbed some wipes and black sacks out of my bag, then instructed Hannah to lay down on the pads on the bed. As she did, she raised her legs in the air, ready to be changed. Which is probably why she seemed surprised when I stripped off, climbed on top of her, brandishing the magic wand. “What’s this?” she asked. “Thought you’d like it.” I pushed the wand into the front of the diaper, turning it up to full power. After everything she’d been through, Hannah had earned herself this orgasm. It was a matter of moments before she began making the yelping noises, and pressing herself against the vibrator. Normally Hannah has trouble orgasming without at least some penetration, but from the way her body was trembling, it was clear that this wasn’t going to be a problem tonight. I rubbed the backs of my nails against her skin, gave her a soft, llingering kiss, and she melted into a quivering wreck. She fell back onto the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her. “I love you”, I said, as I stroked her hair. “I love you too”, she echoed, as we began to doze off.

Has anyone had any experience or heard about doms wearing diapers? I am 98% DL over an age player and love to top my wife, who is into DDlg but has no affinity for diapers. We've been exploring new frontiers in the bedroom and I have been thinking about wearing while domming her in a scene. I just feel sexy and gratified when I'm diapered and think that if I am in control of the scene, then it is my prerogative to wear what i want when I'm in charge. Looking around online, it seems like I'm alone in thinking that. What say y'all?

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