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One I swear if he’s out at the gym again for one of his ‘impromptu workout sessions’ I’ll bite his tail off. These musings came from the mind of a black and golden tan German Shepherd fur as he shivered, cold despite his thick fur and winter jacket at the doorstep of his friend’s house. The two had only been friends for a few months, but a lot had transpired between them during that time. Being a police officer, Rick was expected to keep his body in a state of fit physique and agility to operate at peak performance. Thus, he had found himself acquiring a gym membership after a few months at his new job when he had noticed a suspicious increase in mass around his midsection. Not wanting his fate to end like any other stereotypical donut munching cop, he had started to frequent his local gym several times a week, usually after his shift ended. At that establishment he found himself seeing a certain, rather athletic looking arcanine, who always seemed to be in the most chipper, friendly of moods whenever he saw him. After a few days of a few moments of eye contact and nervous smiling, he had come over to him and introduced himself as, ”Anthony, but you can call me Tony!” His confidence and self-assured grin had given him a friendly glow that Richard found he liked very much, and he extended his paw to shake and replied with his name. The following weeks turned into a blur as the two canines hit it off better than either of them had expected. Beyond exchanging their own little fitness tips and tricks their sense of humor was shared as well, and they found great excitement and amusement in exchanging their own ideas and perspectives on the world, which the two found that although they differed on many subjects they both found hearing what the other had to say about a particular argument quite interesting and engaging. They had gone out a few times too, to a few lesser-known bars that the arcanine had said he preferred to go too since he usually wasn’t recognized there. At this strange comment, Richard had raised his eyebrows, thinking that his friend was making a joke. Tony had smiled a little, the first time in fact that Richard had ever seen him look sheepish, as he explained that he was a locally well-known baseball player, and had found himself getting bothered quite a bit at some of the other establishments he had frequented previously. Richard had done a google search, at Tony’s suggestion more to humor him than anything, but found to his surprise a Wikipedia page confirming his newly made friend’s claims at athletic success. Tony had then told him something that warmed Rich’s heart. He had first begun to talk to the shepherd because he felt was searching for a friend who wouldn’t want to be close to him just for his fame, but someone who liked him as a person. This warmed the cop’s heart, and he had wrapped his arm around the hulky arcanine’s shoulder and smiled at him conspiratorially, saying that he was more than happy to be such a person for him. Naturally, after such a warm entrance into friendship, they had gotten plastered that night and ended up somehow both falling on top of each other back at Tony’s residence. Things had progressed down a path that the two had not fully acknowledged, even to themselves, but yet both somehow knew that would traverse if things continued. Tony had leaned forward into a passionate kiss, pushing himself against the shepherd in an act of shameless passion to which the drunken shepherd could only respond in kind. Their passions lead to the stripping of clothes and before Richard knew it the arcanine had begun to take control of him and his body in the most loving fashion he had experienced to date. Being straddled by the muscled beast he had whined and howled in pain and ecstasy, the arcanine leaning down to his ears and whispered sweet nothings into it, even going as far as gently biting the nape of his neck and embracing him around the chest as he thrust himself into him. The lovemaking had lasted a decent while, Richard remembered how he had marveled as just how well Tony had paced himself, most likely due to his athletic training and discipline. By the time Tony finished, at last, the shepherd found himself able to do little but pant and gasp for air in an orgasmic trance, having climaxed himself several minutes ago while Tony had still been going strong. The arcanine had grasped him under the chin and brought him up to his face. They kissed more, the arcanine rubbing his back and humming soothingly to the receptive canine, thanking him for a wonderful time. Richard could only smile goofily back, completely and utterly entranced by the wonderful being before him who he had so perfectly made love to. Richard stamped his feet, trying to keep warm even as his cheeks flushed with red standing in the cold at Tony’s doorstep, remembering how they had then fallen asleep spooning, Tony being the big spoon naturally, and how the shepherd had woken up to Tony cooking him breakfast, wrapped up in a snuggly blanket on his couch. They had spent the morning chatting about the previous night, now almost completely unabashedly speaking about their own preferences and even delving into fetishes. They had been surprised just how well they had meshed together in lovemaking last night, Tony causing Richard to blush when he told him how he wasn’t surprised at all how to find that the shepherd was so subordinate. “I mean come on, anybody looking at you even from a mile away could see that you totally scream bottom!” Richard had almost coughed his coffee out of his maw at this comment, causing Tony to only laugh louder between fork-fulls of syrupy pancake. The canine had blushed in response to the arcanine but smiled good-naturedly. Although normally his tough, police officer persona was the one he operated on most of the time, he found that he felt comfortable letting his guard down around the arcanine, even to the point of expressing his submissiveness to him. After his normally uncharacteristic blush, the arcanine had gently inquired about the shepherd’s preferences, whether he had considered himself a sub for long. The two spent the rest of the morning discussing their own sexual experiences, preferences, and even fantasies. Throughout their dialogue the arcanine seemed to work magic onto Richard, gently but firmly inquiring as to what he would enjoy and wouldn’t, as well as what thinks he would enjoy not enjoying. The shepherd’s heart rate rose up multiple times during their exchanges, excitement filling his body that not even his job offered him during moments of pursuing justice and chasing after criminals. “Wait here, Richie, I think I have something that you might enjoy.” The arcanine winked before rising to his full height and softly strolling out of the room, a devilish expression on his muzzle. Richard could only lean forward off of the couch and look after him, wondering what his attractive friend was wanting to retrieve. “Close your eyes, Richard.” The canine obeyed and heard Tony shuffle towards him before stopping in front of him. “You can open them now.” Richard opened his eyes and gazed up at Tony before looking down to see that the arcanine was holding something in front of the shepherd’s nose. Richard took a sharp breath and quickly realized what the object that lay in the arcanine’s outstretched paw was. A small, white chastity cage was being presented to him, complete with a steel, heart-shaped lock adorning the bottom. The German Shepherd’s heart pounded in his chest, and he looked up wide-eyed into Tony’s own well-knowing eyes, understanding what he was being offered. “What do you think buckeroo, wanna have some fun? I think I could go for domming a cutie like you. After all, I think after last night you’ve proven that you might be needing this. You made a mess all over my couch after all!” Richard’s cheeks reddened at the playful admonishment, but his eyes looked back down onto the cage in front of him. He opened his lips as if to speak, but found it difficult to articulate what he felt. Picking up on his apparate speechlessness, Tony squatted in front of him and looked up into the blushing shepherd’s eyes, his voice softening now but retaining the same firm assuredness that proliferated his entire being. “How about I help you put it on, would that help, pup?” The shepherd could only nod shakily in response, his breaths still coming in heavy and deep as his entire being seemed to grow warm and vibrate in excision and stimulation. The arcanine gently pushed on the shepherd’s shoulders and repositioned him onto his back. Scooching over onto the couch he unbuckled the shepherd’s jeans and slid them down, following with his underwear. Richard’s member had begun to grow slowly after he had been approached by the arcanine’s offer but had not yet reached full erection. Tsk-tsking at the apparent excitement the canine was displaying, Tony worked efficiently and quickly at sliding the tube over the shepherd's not yet fully excited head and looping the support ring underneath his testicles. Richard felt a firm pressure on his jewels, which increased to a more distinct pressing feeling as he heard a soft click, and then a louder one as the cage was locked firmly into place. His member now strained against his confines, but to no relief as the plastic prison kept his erotic excitement firmly and securely in check. Tony grinned, and almost cooed as he said. “Looks like our little friend here is having a hard time containing himself! It’s a good thing I was around to make sure that he doesn’t get himself into trouble now, no?” Tony’s words washed over him like a stimulating wave of air, causing a shiver to run through him as both tone and context of what the arcanine said turned him on immensely. The amateur baseball player had a charm and confidence that the shepherd could find almost irresistible. He couldn’t help but blushing slightly, as he gazed into the arcanine’s eyes, feelings of attraction and yearning coursing through his veins as he strained against the cage around his member. Tony offered a paw to him and helped Richard up to his feet before helping him redress, surprising him by delivering an impassioned and deliberate kiss on the shepherd’s cheek, causing him to his great embarrassment to stammer a little bit in response. Tony’s eyes glistened as he let out a loud laugh, grinning broadly and looking directly into Richard’s eyes and winking confidently. “Oh Rick, this is going to be more fun than I could have possibly imagined, I figured you were a total sub but to this extent? I think this is going to be a luxurious time.”

“Miss Parker?” Chloe snapped to attention, sitting up in her seat. “Yes, Thomas?” He stepped down from the podium and took off his horn-rimmed glasses. His brow furrowed as he breathed on the lenses and wiped them clean with a handkerchief. “It’s Professor Ulrich, Miss Parker. I asked you a question, but clearly you weren’t paying attention. Again.” She had been paying attention, just not to the class. “I’m sorry, Professor Ulrich.” She’d been fantasizing, as she often found herself lately, about him. “What was the question?” “I’m not inclined to make the whole class wait to give you a personal lecture. See me after class, Miss Parker.” She sank back into her seat, her feigned disappointment masking the secret delight that was washing over her. He wasn’t her type. Her initial reaction on the first day that had been that he was so old; after hearing several of the other girls had crushes on the psychology teacher, she had expected some hunky young stud. Professor Ulrich looked to be in his late forties, though someone had said he was 53, but she didn’t believe that. Her parents were only in their mid forties, and the idea of someone that was more than old enough to be her father turned her off. At first. But as the semester wore on, every weekend spent partying and fucking frat boys, she began to appreciate the handsome older gentleman she spent 90 minutes staring at every Tuesday and Thursday morning. If he was in his fifties, he stilled looked damn good, strong under his black turtlenecks and suit jackets, not overly muscled like the meat headed jocks that got drunk off their asses and plowed her fast and then passed out on her on Friday and Saturday nights. He still had a full head of thick, dark hair, with just a shock of grey at the temples and a thin beard he kept meticulously groomed. It wasn’t just his older appearance that drew in the 18-year-old’s interest. He exuded a maturity she didn’t see elsewhere, and compared to him, her peers, the male students, and even some of the younger male teachers, were boys, whereas Thomas, Professor Ulrich, was a man. The way he commanded his classroom full of otherwise rude and uninterested college kids was downright attractive to her in a way she didn’t fully understand. She watched him, once again finding herself unable to pay attention to the words he was saying, as she got lost in his body language while he strode confidently in front of the lecture hall. Suddenly, everyone was grabbing their bags and getting up all around her. He’d dismissed class, but not her. No, he wanted to see her after class. Privately. There were rumors, whispers really, that he’d had affairs with his students. There were never any names attached to these stories, and it was probably wishful thinking; she was definitely having some wishful thoughts as the lecture hall cleared and he returned to his desk. She got up, taking a moment to tug her shirt down to expose as much cleavage as possible. She’d started dressing more provocatively, especially in his class. Her short black skirt left little to the imagination, and her tight top exposed her flat stomach, and her new boobs, a graduation present from her mom, filled it out quite nicely. “You wanted to see me, Thomas?” she asked, twirling a strand of her auburn hair in her fingers as she sauntered up to his desk. “Professor Ulrich,” he reminded her. “I’m sorry. I just thought, since it’s after class and all…” “This is still my classroom. I’m still your instructor. You’re still my student, Miss Parker.” She shivered a bit as he called her his student, possessive almost. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, more sincerely but still a bit flirty, “Professor Ulrich.” She bit her lower lip. He studied her, but his face bore no interest on what she was laying on pretty thick. “Do you understand why you do that, Miss Parker?” “Do what?” she asked innocently, leaning forward, giving him a better view down her top. “If you paid any attention in my class at all, you might actually understand your actions.” “I’m sorry, I’m really better with one on one instruction. Maybe we could have a private session?” She put her hands on his desk across from his, slowly inching them forward. He didn’t flinch away, nor move to stop her. “I know what you’re trying to do, Miss Parker.” “I wouldn’t insult your intelligence.” The harsh rap of his wedding band against the wood stopped her as he tapped his ring finger on the desk. She knew he was married, and maybe she just hadn’t wanted to see it, but she’d never really noticed his wedding ring before. Not that that ever stopped most men. “But you’d insult my marriage?” She drew back. The words were annoyed, but his tone was not, and she faltered, the confidence she’d been playing with before failing her suddenly. “I- I’m sorry,” she stuttered. He stood up, picking up his briefcase. “I’m faithful to my wife, Miss Parker. Real men always are.” He started walking away. She looked at his desk, a yellow sticky note catching her eye. It was a time and an address. Chloe turned back to him to confirm it was for her, but he was already heading out the door, not looking back. She snatched up the note, reading it over again. She knew the street, though she’d never been there. It was in a really nice neighborhood. It said 9 p.m. but there was no date. Was it meant for tonight? Was it meant for her? * * * It took Chloe nearly a full five minutes of apprehensive indecisive shuffling on her feet before she rang the doorbell. Professor Ulrich went by a strict policy of 15 minutes early was on time, and on time was late, and she assumed that would be doubly true for this, so she finally forced herself to ring the doorbell on the massive, fancy door before her at 11 minutes of nine. The urge to run nearly overwhelmed her as soon as her finger hit the button, but running in the impractical four inch heels she’d picked out for this occasion would have been a joke. The door opened, not to reveal Professor Ulrich, but the most stunning woman Chloe had ever seen. It had to be Professor Ulrich’s wife. She knew immediately that this vision of a woman was the type of woman a man like Thomas Ulrich married, and the idea that he would even entertain the idea of cheating on this stunning creature with anyone, let alone her, seemed laughable. Her sleek, black evening gown screamed both expensive and custom, fitting to her voluptuous form perfectly. The schoolgirl look Chloe had been trying to emulate with her short pleated skirt and blouse suddenly seemed incredibly juvenile instead of sexy like she had planned. She had that ageless beauty of an actress that could play someone in their early thirties just as easily as someone in their fifties. Chloe realized that she had been a fool. Professor Ulrich hadn’t invited her here to sleep with her. He’d been serious about not cheating on his wife, and he’d invited her here to show her why, to show her what a naive child she had been. “I- I- I-” she stammered, unable to find words. She turned, meaning to flee. She’d drop his class; maybe drop out of school entirely. “Where do you think you are going?” the woman asked. Her voice was sultry, and carried the same authority and demand for respect as her husband’s did. Chloe stopped, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I’m at the wrong house.” “I don’t think you are, Miss Parker. Do come inside.” Chloe felt one last inclination to run, but instead she turned back and walked inside. Her parents were pretty well off, and her house growing up had been big and nice, but this place was, classy. Elegant. “Thomas. Our guest is here,” she called up the stairs. Professor Ulrich appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down over the carved banister. “Ah, Miss Parker. This is my wife, Doctor Renata Ulrich. Dear, this is one of my students, Miss Parker.” Chloe awkwardly extended her hand, unsure of what to do. “Charmed,” Renata said, daintily shaking her hand. Chloe had no clue what she was doing here. Professor Ulrich walked down the stairs wearing a dark grey suit. “Prof- Thomas,” she started. Her hosts shared a look, Renata covering her mouth to hide a smile. Chloe felt like a little girl again, trying to call her parents’ friends by their first names for the first time, and the Ulriches’ reactions were the same, chuckling to themselves about the little girl trying to be an adult. “Thomas,” she tried again, maintaining a level of confidence and assertiveness. “What is it, Miss Parker?” She wanted to know why he’d invited her here, but she had no idea how to ask. “Why- why am I here?” she stammered finally. He chuckled. “That’s an excellent question. Why did you come here?” he asked. “You left that note. That was for me? Right?” He didn’t answer, but Renata stepped in front of her. “You came here hoping to sleep with my husband.” Chloe gulped, audibly. “It’s alright. I don’t blame you. A lot of his students do. He’s a very attractive man.” Chloe followed her gaze to her teacher, unable to take her eyes off him. She still had no idea why she was here, or at least why they wanted her there, because they did seem to want her. “So you asked me here to…” she trailed off, hoping one of them would fill in the blanks for her. “You tried, poorly, to proposition your teacher, Miss Parker,” Thomas said, his tone not quite chiding, but his usual level of abruptness he used when talking to his students that weren’t quite keeping up with him. “I’m sorry,” she stammered quietly. “I’m a married man.” He gestured to his wife. “I make no effort to hide it.” He flashed her his wedding band. Chloe wondered briefly if this whole thing was just to prove to his wife that he was faithful, but Renata seemed more intent on her than him. “I told you I don’t cheat on my wife, and you showed up here anyway. What, then, were you hoping would happen?” She’d never felt so nervous in her entire life. “I don’t know.” Her mouth was completely dry and her voice felt small. “You’re scaring the poor thing,” Renata said. Her words seemed like they were meant to be reassuring, but her tone wasn’t. “We’re both faithful to each other,” he said, “but we do, on occasion, play with others.” Chloe hadn’t realized she had stopped breathing until she started again when he said that, and she sucked in air in relief. He’d taken awhile to get the point, but she dared to let herself feel a little flattered. “You want to have a three way?” This seemed to tickle Renata quite a bit, and a wry smile cracked across Thomas’s face. Of course, people like this would have a more classy word than ‘three way.’ Menagerie? No, that wasn’t it, but it was something close, and she kept her mouth shut for fear of making a greater fool of herself. “No, not a ‘three way,’” Renata said. “A ‘three way’ makes each party seem equal,” he said. “You are more of an amusement, something to keep things fresh.” Chloe was crestfallen. She’d allowed herself for a moment to believe that her teacher was actually interested in her, but no, she’d been right in her initial reaction when she showed up and their was his gorgeous wife at the door. This was just some game they played, and she was some sort of pawn, a toy, in their relationship. “I think- I should go,” she stammered. “Aw, already?” Renata asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice, but not a lot. “You already came to your married professor’s house, hoping something would happen, and you’re really going to turn around and go back to your dull life now?” Chloe faltered. Renata took her arm, gently but forcefully. “Let’s get you downstairs.” Alarm bells were ringing in Chloe’s head as she allowed herself to be guided down the hall and down a set of stairs, but she made no move to stop or protest. A chandelier over a pool table and recessed lighting over the full bar in the corner lit the lavishly furnished basement. She stumbled across the marble tile floor in her heels, but Renata kept her steady and moving towards a lone door at the end of the basement. There was a key in the door, though it was already ajar, and Thomas opened the door for them. She walked in blind into the darkness, and it wasn’t until the door shut behind her and she heard the loud click of the lock turning that the lights turned on. Dim lamps set in the wall all came on, revealing what could only be described as a sex dungeon. Chloe had seen Fifty Shades of Grey; she’d explored the darker recesses of the internet. She knew exactly what she’d just walked into. And had just been locked into. Finally, too late, her legs obeyed her, and she tried to stop, to turn around, but Renata’s grip tightened on her arm. “Ah ah ah. Too late for that now.” “She was rather easy,” Thomas said, as though Chloe wasn’t even there. Chloe reached into her purse, fumbling for her phone, but Renata easily took it from her and handed it to her husband, who reached in and pulled out her phone, turning it off. “Please. My friends are expecting me.” “No. No they are not,” Thomas said. “You were expecting to spend the night fucking my husband,” Renata reminded her. “I wasn’t, I swear.” “Hush, grownups are speaking,” Renata said, as if shushing a child. And she felt like a child, small, her arm still held easily in Renata’s grip. Chloe bit her tongue as Renata turned her attention back to her husband. “Let’s get her over here and see what’s interested in you this time.” “Move her here,” he said, beckoning her forward. “Give me her wrists.” Thomas took Chloe’s arm from Renata while the woman took her other arm. “What are you going to do with me?” she dared to ask as Thomas fastened a wide leather cuff around her wrist. “Get her gag, would you dear?” Thomas asked his wife, ignoring the girl who was finally starting to put up a struggle, albeit a useless one. “Gladly,” she said, returning with a big black ballgag. “Open wide.” “Wait! What armmph!” she didn’t get the chance to finish as Renata put the 3” silicone ball to her lips and pulled on the straps until the ball wedged itself behind her teeth as she tried to protest. “That’s much better,” Renata said, strapping it tightly in place while the girl tried to adjust to the intruder in her mouth, foaming and fuming uselessly. “Your generation never knows when to just shut up and listen,” Thomas said as he finished cuffing the girl and hung her chained wrists from a hook in the ceiling. Had the poor girl not already been in staggeringly high heels, she would have been forced to remain on her tiptoes. “Mmmmph!” “I know, you bit off more than you can chew,” Renata said, patting her cheek patronizingly. “Now let’s see what you are trying so hard to show off,” Thomas said. Her eyes widened above her gag as he took out a pair of sheers, the metal blades glinting in the light as he approached. She started struggling, swinging back and forth and trying to back away as she whined into her gag. “Hold still,” Renata said, grabbing her and holding her torso. Still the girl kicked her feet, hanging painfully by her wrists. “I know you’re not the brightest girl, but surely you’re smart enough to know that even if I wanted to cut you, there would be nothing you could do to stop me, and if you continue to struggle, it’s more likely for me to accidentally slice you open. Now stay still.” The logic didn’t sink into her panicking brain, but his commanding tone at the end did, and she fought to stay still, shaking only a little as he took the sheers and started cutting downward through her blouse. Renata peeled back the two halves of the shirt, exposing her red lace Victoria’s Secret push up bra. Chloe had thought Professor Ulrich would like it. It was a favorite among the frat boys, for sure. But Thomas Ulrich was no frat boy, and both he and his wife scrutinized it as they would a piece of art where it was clear the artist was trying, but the end result was less than impressive. “Your lingerie is doing so much work,” Renata said, running her slender fingers along the lace, pausing to squeeze Chloe’s left breast through the material. Chloe found herself blushing, even more so at the knowing smile that crossed the woman’s face as she felt her breast. “Fake cleavage, fake breasts. You’re trying so hard to be a real woman, aren’t you?” “Mmmm,” Chloe gave a low moan that wasn’t really a response to the question as her blush deepened. Her mom had gotten her breast implants for her 18th birthday right before her graduation from high school, pushing her modest B that the high school football team made snide remarks about to a impressive D that all the college boys loved, fake or not. “There are more and more fake breasts in my classroom every year,” Thomas said with a disappointed sigh. “Why would you do this to yourself?” Renata asked. Chloe couldn’t respond as the better and naturally endowed woman pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts. She squeezed them, her fingers digging into the silicon filled sacks beneath the subcutaneous tissue. “Whom are you fooling?” she asked, this time seeming to directly address the helpless girl. Chloe couldn’t meet her gaze. She looked down, her cheeks scarlet, and she was forced to watch as the woman played with her fake tits, kneading them with an almost disappointed anger. “Feel these,” Renata said to her husband. “I know,” he said, taking an offered tit in his hand. “It’s a travesty.” He lifted her breast, running his other hand on the underside until his fingers found the surgical scar. “You might have grown into an actually well developed woman one day. But now, you’ll always be a clown.” She found herself nodding, moaning into the ballgag. She’d never regretted the boob job before, but now she found herself wishing she’d never gotten it done. “They say the modern surgery doesn’t rob you of any feeling, but I can tell you they’re wrong,” Renata told the girl, flicking her nipples, which had stiffened under all the attention, good and hard. “Mmmph?” Chloe asked. “Your breasts are a very sensitive erogenous zone, with thousands of nerves all sending signals to your pleasure center. Even with so many, why would you want to rob yourself of any of them?” As she talked, she turned around and walked over to a shelf, coming back with a pair of alligator teeth nipple clamps. “Mmf! Nnf!” Chloe cried, shaking her head, but Thomas grabbed her by her hair, holding her head still. “You stupidly got it in your head that these big fake tits would help you find a good man.” “Do you think my husband finds those silicone filled balloons attractive?” Renata asked her as she opened and closed the sharp little teeth in front of Chloe’s face. “No I do not.” He ignored her gagged screams of pain as his wife closed the first clamp around her right nipple, turning to his wife and pulling back the shoulder strap of her breast, pulling it down and revealing more of Renata’s full, luscious breast, and he leaned over her, kissing it. She moaned in pleasure as she tilted back her head, reaching around her husband to Chloe’s other breast, tracing the jagged teeth across her flesh. “You’ve robbed yourself of peak pleasure,” Renata said, her voice husky. Her husband pulled her breast out and his mouth found her nipple and she moaned louder, snapping the clip closed around their plaything’s other nipple. “MMMMMMPH!” Chloe’s nipples were on fire. But the pain ignited something else in her, a fire in her loins, building slowly. Part of her couldn’t imagine if her breasts were any more sensitive. Part of her hated herself for knowing she’d now never feel that extra heightened sensitivity. Thomas pulled himself away from his wife, and Chloe saw her breast hanging out of a black bra that screamed both custom and expensive, making her more ashamed of her red Victoria’s secret number. Renata’s breast sagged, a trait Chloe previously would have thought unattractive, but now she saw that gravity’s hold old the mature woman’s bosom gave it a realness, an authenticity that was incredibly sexy. Her nipple stood proudly from her big, dark aureola, glistening with her husband’s saliva. A man like that would never be drawn to suck on her fake breasts. “Enjoying the show?” Renata asked her, not bothering to put her breast away as she flicked Chloe’s clamped nipple, earning another ear piercing scream from the gagged girl. “Of course she is,” Thomas said. He composed himself, removing his glasses again to clean them. “Do you remember, Miss Parker, when I asked you if you understood why you tried to come onto me?” She mumbled an incoherent response, barely able to pay attention to anything besides Renata toying with her abused breasts, but Professor Ulrich’s voice drew her in regardless as he continued. “It was another lecture you weren’t paying attention to.” “She was probably fantasizing about you,” Renata said, glancing up at her husband as she opened and closed the clamps, drawing tiny drops of blood from the poor girl’s tender buds. “Oh, undoubtedly. And if she was paying attention to my lecture, she might have understood why.” He returned his glasses to his face, adopting his lecturing posture and demeanor, no different from if he had a full lecture hall full of students before him instead of a single girl, half naked and bound and gagged. “The Electra Complex. You may be more familiar with its male counterpart, the Oedipus Complex. Or, one such as you might not be familiar with it all. But in short, it’s the principle where little girls fall in love with their fathers. Now, some grow out of this, but many don’t, and they find themselves attracted to men like their father, or sometimes just older men in general, because a part of them still needs a father figure, and they’re confused, sexually, and try to fill both roles at once.” Chloe had actually at least heard of the Oedipus Complex and was vaguely familiar with the principle. More than that, she was familiar with the idea of girls marrying guys that were just like their fathers. Of course, other than the age, Professor Ulrich was nothing like her father. He was, in her eyes, superior to her father in every way, and all she knew was that she wanted him. And that she didn’t deserve him. “You’re so confused,” Renata told her as she pressed Chloe’s boobs together. “Nnhmmm,” Chloe moaned, nodding, her drool dripping onto her tortured breasts. “You came off to college with your big fake tits and your big girl underwear, and it’s just a sexual paradise. But it wasn’t satisfying,” Professor Ulrich went on. “No. You set your sights on my husband.” Renata’s tone shifted to cruel, and the pinched the clips even tighter around Chloe’s sore nipples, making the girl scream. “You thought all this,” he gestured to her hanging body, with slight disdain, “was worth my time. How full of yourself you were, prancing around in your skimpy outfits.” He grabbed her skirt, lifting it just a little, the crotch of her matching red lace thong revealed under the fabric. “I’m so tired of all you girls coming into my classroom with your tits hanging out and flashing your underwear.” Renata grabbed her skirt, yanking it down her thighs. Chloe shrieked and tried to shake her legs to keep her skirt up, but Renata gave her a stinging slap on her ass. “None of that, slut,” she chided her, letting the skirt fall, the fabric pooling around her ankles. Renata rubbed her freshly spanked cheek, grabbing the back of her thong and pulling it upward, giving the girl a painful wedgie. “Does it feel good, having your ass cheeks hanging out?” Chloe shook her head. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. “Does this make you feel sexy?” Renata pulled the front of her thong up, tugging the fabric up between her labia. The girl choked out a sob and shook her head. “That’s right. No one’s impressed with this.” Chloe’s body jerked forward and she scrambled to get her feet back under her as Renata yanked her thong forward, ripping it clean off, exposing her bald pussy. “I’ll never understand this,” Thomas said, scrutinizing her crotch. “With these fake tits and hairless cunt, you can’t even tell if she’s hit puberty yet,” Renata added. Chloe had gotten complete laser hair removal down there some time ago. It was easier than constantly waxing, and she thought the guys liked it smooth, but now she felt foolish and childish. “She’s quite aroused,” Renata noted, running her fingers between her legs. “Mmmmm,” Chloe moaned. She was. Her body was responding to the humiliation at the hands of her captors in a way she didn’t understand. That, and the stimulation to her breasts, she was sopping wet, rubbing her thighs together with desperate need. “Look at you,” Thomas said, stepping in close, grabbing her chin and lifting her face to stare at him in the eyes. She thrust herself forward involuntarily, but he just tightened his grip on her chin, controlling her. “You’re a child playing at being an adult, and doing it so poorly. The more worthless you realize you are, the more desperate you become.” “Mmmph!” Renata slipped a finger into her dripping vagina, ramming her ring finger all the way up so the girl could feel her wedding ring up at her entrance. Chloe screamed, thrusting her pelvis at Renata’s hand and dancing on her feet. “Settle down,” Thomas said, grabbing her nose and pinching it shut. The girl thrashed and foam flew around her ballgag as she struggled to breath around the massive intruder. “Easy, slut,” Renata said, slowly pulling her finger out. “Do you think a little harlot like you deserves to get off?” She knew the answer was no, and she shook her head no even as she pleaded incoherently through her gag to cum. “You certainly don’t.” Renata pulled her finger out, wiping the girl’s juices over her lips and ballgag, forcing her to smell her arousal, to taste her need. “I’m a teacher, Miss Parker. First and foremost, I am always an educator,” Professor Ulrich told her as he reached up and began unfastening her cuff from the hook suspending her. “Even to pupils as dumb as you,” Renata said, holding her still as he lowered her arms in front of her, her wrists still cuffed together. “Yes, and for girls as stupid as you, extra measures must be taken to make sure you learn your lesson.” A sense of dread was slowly overriding Chloe’s frenzy of horniness, though her loins still ached for attention. But as she was led forward, she dared not try to run or resist. Her wrists were finally uncuffed and she was roughly spun around, only to have the remains of her shirt and bra stripped off of her, leaving her completely nude save for her heels. The impulse was sudden and she brought her arms up to cover her breasts and pussy. This brought another laugh from both of her tormentors. “What do you think you’re doing?” “She’s already learning shame. And you certainly have a lot to be ashamed of. But you don’t get to cover up here.” Her wrists were grabbed again and she was thrust forward. She stumbled and fell, catching herself on a table, where one of them grabbed her wrists, lashing them down, and the other grabbed her ankles, spreading them and cuffing them to the legs of the table, leaving her helpless bent over the side of the table, completely exposed and vulnerable. “There are still places in the United States where corporal punishment is legal. Regrettably, it hasn’t been used in universities in many years, though if they knew then how immature the students were becoming, that might not have been the case,” Thomas explained. Chloe struggled, testing her new bonds as she heard him pacing about behind her. “We’re going to make a special exception for you,” Renata whispered in her ear, stroking her hair in a manner that was anything but reassuring. “You need to be punished.” Even having guessed at what was coming and hearing the whoosh of something heavy moving through the air at high speeds behind her, she was unprepared for the pain of the paddle striking her bare ass. She’d never been spanked as a child before, and though one guy had tried it in bed, they’d been little taps with his hands and she hadn’t been a fan. This was pure agony. Her pert buttocks rippled from the impact, and her pale, smooth flesh turned white for the briefest of moments before it flooded with color, turning crimson. Chloe wailed into her gag, her eyes wide, the pain of her tender nipples, still tightly clamped and pressed painfully beneath her body against the hard surface of the table, completely forgotten as the stinging pain across her backside overwhelmed her senses. She was still screaming from the first blow when he spanked her again, her gagged cry ratcheting up several decibels. “You brought this on yourself,” Renata told the writhing, screaming girl as her husband continued to rain blows down on her red butt. “Little girls need to know their place. A pathetic little slut like you shouldn’t be hitting on real men that are so clearly out of your league.” Through her screaming, Chloe tried to nod and yell that Renata was right, that she shouldn’t have flirted with her professor. She quickly lost track of how many times she’d been struck. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were on fire, and in her mind she’d been spanked hundreds times when the blows finally subsided. The girl was a blubbering mess, tears and snot and drool streaming down her face, a puddle forming on the table beneath her. “What a mess you are,” Renata said. She ran her finger through the trail of tears, licking it off. “Mmhmmph,” she nodded. Thomas freed her ankles while Renata untied her wrists and stood her up. Chloe could barely stand on her own, and she quickly crumpled into Renata’s arms, staring up at her captor and moaning. “Don’t tell me you’re done after one little spanking? You, who so brazenly came onto my husband, are now like putty in my arms.” “Mmmm.” “We’re just getting started with you. You forfeit the opportunity to back out the moment you rang our doorbell,” he said, grabbing her in his strong arms and pulling her up. Her feet dragged uselessly across the floor as he carried her along. She screamed again into her ballgag as he sat her down in a chair, her abused ass lighting up with fresh pain as she sat down, but she was helpless to get up on her own. Thomas walked away and Renata came over, crouching in front of her. “Your garish make up is running all over the place.” She started wiping away the mess. “You used too much and you applied it poorly anyways.” Chloe nodded remotely. She wanted, no, needed to get up, not to try and escape, that was well beyond her reach and she knew it, but to relieve the pressure on her butt. She raised her arms weakly, but Renata easily pushed them back down to her sides. Desperate, the girl threw her weight to the side and toppled off the chair onto the cold, hard cement floor. “Where are you going?” Renata asked, not the least bit concerned. “Nnnph.” “Come here.” “Hmmph,” she moaned again, looking up at her. The woman looked so huge from this angle, only serving to make her feel even smaller and more pathetic in comparison. “Come here,” Renata said again, slower and sterner. Chloe moaned as she tried to get up. “No. Crawl. That’s much more fitting for you.” Chloe sobbed again and started crawling. The floor was fortunately smooth, but still her breasts and clamped nipples dragged agonizingly across the ground as she pulled herself along towards the woman. “How does it feel?” she asked as Chloe reached her feet, staring up at her. “Pmmrmmf.” The girl found her eyes drawn up the woman’s dress, where even in the dim light she thought she could make out the outline of her stockings leading up to a garter belt. “Curious, are you?” She nodded, slowly. “Of course you are. Perhaps later. But for now, we’re going to have some more fun with you.” She groaned questioningly, only to feel Thomas grab her arms and pull them behind her back. She yelped and put up a futile struggle, but a stinging slap to her sore ass stopped her in her tracks. “Submit,” he said simply, and she lay still as he began to tie thin rope around her wrists and arms. Scarcely more than an hour ago, she thought she was going to have an affair with this man. She had dared to believe he’d find her young body attractive and a welcome change from his wife. If the dumb frat boys she usually fucked even knew her tits were fake, they didn’t care. She thought she was hot, desirable, quite a catch. Now she knew she was wrong. She still had no idea what she was, a little girl playing at being a woman, a piece of meat, a mere toy for these vastly superior people to play with. But she knew that her treatment had awoken something, some primal truth, deep down, and there was something so right about the way she was being treated. Everything they’d told her, that they’d done with her, she’d deserved, and a hungry part of her needed more. Her cunt (an ugly word she’d never before used to describe her pussy, but that is what she thought of it now) had never ached for attention like it did now. It was like there was a wire straight from her abused nipples to her cunt, and every word they said to her sent an extra spark straight between her legs. Thomas bound her quickly and tightly, expertly tying an intricate shibari harness on the limp girl. She moaned in soft protest when he manipulated her body, putting more pressure on her breasts, but she put up no other resistance. “The ropes suit you nicely,” Renata informed her as her husband bound their plaything. “They remind you that you’re completely helpless, totally out of your own control.” She nodded, another torrent of slobber spilling past the rubber ball wedged in her mouth as she tried to respond, drool raining down on her freshly bound tits. “Tut tut,” Renata chided, wiping her chin. Chloe moaned again as she tended to her breasts. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Renata wiped her chin again and reached behind her head, unstrapping the gag. It came out with a wet pop and the girl worked her aching jaw. “Nnn. Aank you.” “No one said you could speak,” Renata said, putting her finger to the girl’s lips. “She can’t be trusted to keep her mouth shut,” Thomas said, working on binding her legs. “No, she can’t. Here, hold onto this until I find something better to occupy your mouth.” Renata forced the cloth she’d been wiping up the Chloe’s drool with into her mouth, working it in until she probably wouldn’t have been able to spit it out even if she had dared to do so. “Nnf,” she moaned softly. “Yes, that’s better, and that takes care of your drool problem.” Chloe tried to adjust to her knew gag, struggling to keep it from going into the back of her throat. She’d just managed to get her gag reflex under control when she was suddenly lifted up. Thomas and Renata worked together to suspend her again from the ceiling, dangling on her tiptoes. The ropes pulled tighter, but distributed her weight evenly. Chloe looked down at herself, her big fake tits thrust out obscenely from having her elbows tied together, forcing her chest out. The ropes dug in tight around they’re base, and they hung out like overripe fruit, starting to turn purple from lack of circulation and bulging like balloons. She had a weird thought that if the clips were removed, they’d suddenly deflate rapidly, cartoonishly. The rest of her body was crisscrossed with more rope, with her captors putting the final touches on her bondage. She watched, wide eyed, as she first felt and then saw one of them passing a rope between her thighs. Her cunt quivered in anticipation and she moaned as she felt the coarse fibers gliding higher and higher between her legs as Renata’s hand pulled the rope up and looped it around one of the ropes around her waist. The woman started pulling it back down, and the rope was tugged taught, burying itself between her engorged nether lips. Chloe screamed into the cloth packed in her mouth as the rope rubbed across her clit. “Not too excited,” Renata warned her. “You’re not allowed to cum.” She spread the helpless girl’s labia and reached under the rope, grazing her nail over her entrance, and then flicked lightly at her clit, making her scream again as she thrust her hips forwards. “My wife said you’re not allowed to cum,” Professor Ulrich said, grabbing the ropes at her hips and holding her still as she desperately tried to thrust forward. “And you will obey her.” Chloe whined into her gag and nodded, trying to reassert control over her body’s depraved urges. It wasn’t easy as Renata wedged the remaining rope also deep in her cunt and back up between her butt cheeks, tying it off tightly. They both stepped back, admiring their work. Chloe hung between them, trussed up like a turkey and completely helpless, practically shaking as it took every ounce of self-control she had to not hump her crotchrope until she came like a fountain. “Your rope work is good,” Renata complimented. “Thank you. You set the bar high.” She smiled. “I try.” “But her gag could use work.” “Oh, she won’t spit that out.” “I have no doubt. But aesthetically, it’s a bit of a mess,” he said. “I suppose you’re right. A simple enough fix.” Renata selected a thick white cloth and then started prodding the cloth in Chloe’s mouth deeper in, packing it into her cheeks until they both bulged evenly. She swiftly tied the cloth neatly over the girl’s mouth and nose, completing her gag. “Much better,” Thomas said. He was setting something up across the room in front of their plaything. “Thank you. Dessert?” “Just a moment.” He finished setting up a tripod and turned on a camera mounted on it. “There we are.” Renata turned to Chloe. “We didn’t get to our dessert before you showed up to try and fuck my husband. Now you’re going to wait down here for us to finish. Remember, you don’t get to cum, slut.” Thomas tapped the glowing red light on the camera, just to show the girl that they were watching, and then he held out his arm to his wife. “Shall we?” “Of course.” She took his arm. Chloe heard the click of Renata’s heels and softer steps of his loafers as they walked away behind her, and then the door shutting followed by the heavy click of the lock. They’d left her down there, in their sex dungeon. They’d casually gone off to have dessert while she hung there, completely tied up and gagged, with only the order for her not to cum despite the aching need and the crotchrope tantalizing her, and the little light on the camera to remind her to behave. Had the camera not been their, she would have started humping the rope the second the door locked behind them. She knew it. What they’d done to her in such a short time had gotten her all hot and bothered like nothing ever before. They’d told her not to, but they’d known they couldn’t trust her. They’d known she would succumb to her base desires even before she had, and they’d left the camera. It was enough, even in their absence, for her to at least consider trying to refrain. She took deep breaths, the cloth over the lower half of her face rising and falling slightly with each breath as she tried to calm herself. But still she found herself wiggling her hips slightly, making the ropes dance between her legs. Not just Professor Ulrich, Renata too had done a great job with the rope work, binding her so that she could very easily get herself off, if she wanted. If she lost control. There’d been no threat, no promise of a punishment if she should fail to restrain herself and cum. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in all the strange devices that could be used to torture her. Canes, floggers and whips that all looked like they’d make the spanking she got earlier feel like child’s play. All manner of restraints and gag that could be used on her. Alien looking things she couldn’t even fathom a use for, but she knew it wouldn’t be good for her. Her eyes kept being drawn back to the glowing red light on the camera. She forced herself to be still, having been unconsciously grinding the rope in her cunt again. She kept telling herself she wasn’t allowed to cum, and that just made her hotter. She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted. Her life had been filled with instant gratification. Now she might not ever get gratification again, and the mere prospect was driving her wild. Each time, she’d edge herself closer before pulling herself back from the brink. Despite her nakedness in the cool air of the basement dungeon, she was dripping with sweat. The tight ropes encircling her body grew damp. She blinked sweat out of her eyes and chewed on her gag as she forced herself to stand still. She fixated on the camera lens, reminding herself that they were watching, that they would know, and, most importantly, that she wasn’t allowed to cum. “MMMMMPH!” she gave a frustrated scream and thrashed against her bonds, struggling for all she was worth. The pulled and strained, kicking her bound legs about. Her tantrum only succeeded in working her up again, leaving her panting beneath her gag as she got her feet back under her. Her hips started to rock again, and she made no effort to stop herself as the crotchrope rubbed between her legs. “Mmmmmmm. Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!” She froze, hearing the door open behind her. She was so close! “No self control.” Chloe craned her neck to look back over her shoulder, her eyes wide over her thick gag. Thomas and Renata stood in the door, Thomas staring at her, and Renata staring at a tablet in her hand. Chloe could just make out her own bound form suspended on the screen. She had no clue how long they’d left her, easily long enough for them to have dessert, for sure, and then they must have come down and watched her, waiting for her to finally succumb to her base desires and interrupt her just before she finally achieved release. “Are you allowed to cum?” Renata asked. Chloe shook her head furiously. “Hmmunnph.” “And were you trying to cum?” Her cheeks burned scarlet above her gag. “Mmmhmmph.” “Even though you know you aren’t allowed to cum?” Chloe found herself nodding again, blushing furiously. “Mmhmmph.” The pair circled her, slowly walking around in front. Her head snapped from side to side, wondering what they had in store for her next. Technically, she hadn’t cum, but she feared her intent was enough to warrant another punishment. “Oh my. Look at these.” Renata reached out and hefted one of the girl’s swollen boobs in her palm. By now it was a deep shade of purple, bulging out obscenely. Thomas took the other one in his hands, the taut flesh cold and clammy from lack of circulation. Chloe could only look down and watch. Her tits were largely numb, but each little movement was a dull ache that radiated down to her core. “Hold still,” Thomas told her. He left his wife playing with her tits and came back with a short but very sharp looking knife. Chloe started hyperventilating behind her gag as he approached with the blade, but she fought to stay still. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, but her eyes remained fixated on the sharp edge mere millimeters from her flesh as he skillfully cut through the rope binding her tits. “Mmmmmph!” she cried as blood flowed back into her breasts. “That’s nothing,” Renata said. She struck Chloe across the underside of her boobs with a riding crop that Chloe hadn’t even noticed her pick up. “NNNNNPH!” she shrieked even louder as an angry red stripe appeared two inches below her nipples. Renata placed the crop under her chin, lifting her head to look into her wide eyes. “You couldn’t even wait for an hour before you were humping that rope between your legs to get off like an animal.” Chloe nodded hard, whining into her gag. The crop came down hard again across her tits and she screamed again in pain. Her thighs were slick with her arousal, her cunt dripping around the soaked rope as Thomas examined it. “Pitiful.” “You are a pathetic, sex starved little slut, aren’t you?” CRAAAACK! “MMMMMMMPH!” The crop exploded across her tits again, leaving another long red welt. Hot tears streamed down her face, soaking into her gag. Renata traced her finger along the fresh welts. “You’re quite the little pain slut too.” She flicked the crop across her cunt, and Chloe winced. “You’re really regretting these big fake tits right now, aren’t you?” Chloe nodded, though she couldn’t really imagine her breasts being any more sensitive than they were right now. Her eyes widened as she watched her captor reach for her nipple clamp. She started shaking her head, whining and pleading into her gag. “Oh yes. Remember this.” Renata pinched the clamp, pulling it off. “HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNPHHH!!!” The pain was intense as blood rushed back into her nipple. She writhed in her bonds, screaming, shaking and thrashing as if she could get away from the pain. The crotchrope rubbed against her clit hard as she thrashed, the pain melding with the pleasure into something indescribable. For a second, she saw stars. Renata waited until the girl calmed down, hanging limply in her bonds. Without any warning, she removed the other nipple clamp. Even the memory of the pain of the first one still so fresh in her memory didn’t prepare Chloe for the experience again. She blacked out for a second, her brain briefly shutting off from pure stimuli overload. “Hey!” The snapping of fingers in front of her face brought round, and Chloe opened her eyes, staring at the two people who had shattered her whole world. She moaned weakly, hanging limp in her bondage. “You don’t get to check out yet,” Thomas said. “We’re not finished with you,” Renata said. They pulled her down and laid her on the floor while they started cutting her free of the ropes. Even as she was freed she just laid there on the floor, waiting for whatever else they had in store for her. Lastly, the cloth over her mouth was untied. She looked up at Professor Ulrich as he took it away, not even trying to spit out the cloth still wedged in her mouth. He reached between her lips and tugged it out of her dry mouth. She coughed, working her jaw, unsure if she should thank him or just keep her mouth shut. She wasn’t left to contemplate long, before she was roughly flipped over and Renata held an open water bottle over her mouth. Lukewarm water gushed into her throat and she choked and spluttered, desperately trying to swallow it, not realizing exactly how thirsty she was until that moment. “Drink up,” Renata said, holding the bottle until it was completely drained. Probably half of it ended up in her hair and in a puddle around her head, and Chloe just lay there, coughing. “You’re a mess,” Renata said, her tone cold and harsh. “Get up,” Professor Ulrich said. Chloe scrambled to get her legs under her. She was still in her heels, and only her ridiculous 4-inch heels, and the collapsed immediately, sprawling at their feet. Something in her broke. She started sobbing, pressing her head against the cold, hard cement. Her thighs and loins were warm and wet, and she realized she was pissing herself. The couple watched the puddle spreading from the crumpled heap of a girl. Renata sniffed disdainfully. They just let her cry in her mess for several minutes, until Renata finally took a step forward and put her foot under the girl’s head and lifted her up. “Look at yourself.” Chloe sniffled as she looked down at herself, over her big, fake, swollen, breasts crisscrossed with welts, her body covered in rope marks, her bald cunt engorged and puffy and glistening with her barely contained arousal, her thighs wet and sticky with her own urine, and the heels strapped to her feet she could no longer even stand in. “How old are you?” Professor Ulrich asked. “Eighteen,” she said softly, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Speak up when talking to an adult,” Renata said sternly. “Eighteen,” she said again, forcing herself to speak clearly. “Legally an adult,” he said. “You don’t look like an adult,” she said. “You certainly don’t conduct yourself like an adult.” “No. Look at yourself,” Renata repeated. “Big fake tits, can’t even keep yourself from humping a rope, no hair on your snatch, pissing yourself. No, you’re not an adult.” Chloe started crying harder. Some small rational part of her brain knew she should be defending herself. Yes, she’d hit on this woman’s husband and had come here, but they’d tied her up and tortured her, some of this was on them. But that rationale part of her brain was silenced by another growing part of her mind that said she deserved this, and that part of her relished in it. “What are you?” Chloe had no idea what they wanted from her. She shrugged after a moment, still sniffling. “You’re a big, helpless baby. Somewhere you got it in your head that you were a big girl who could make it in the world as an adult, but you were wrong, weren’t you?” She sobbed, nodding. “What are you?” Professor Ulrich asked. “I- I- I’m a baby,” she managed before bursting into a fresh bout of hysterics. “Yes you are. Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into something more appropriate.” They picked up the shivering, crying mess of a girl and dragged her across the room to a basin set in the floor. There was no longer any need to restrain her, she laid against the wall as they hosed her down with cold water, washing away her sweat and juices and pee. She was roughly toweled off and her limp body laid out on a matt on the floor. “Pay attention. Watch what I’m doing.” Thomas had to lift her head forward so she could look down at Renata as the woman kneeled in front of her. “Let’s get rid of these, first of all.” Renata unstrapped her heels and pulled them off, tossing them aside like garbage. Chloe watched as the last bit of adulthood was stripped from her. Either she was passed the point of tears or she had no more tears to cry, because she watched dry-eyed and silent. Renata reached behind her and pulled out a thick white rectangle. Even as she started unfolding it with a noisy crinkling sound, Chloe couldn’t fathom what it was. It wasn’t until the object was completely unfolded into its hourglass shape with its smooth plastic backing on one side and soft white padding on the other that it finally clicked in her mind. It was a diaper. “You peed on my floor. Now I have to put you back in diapers where you belong so you don’t have any more accidents.” Chloe’s cheeks burned with shame. She needed to be kept in diapers. Renata kneeled between the girl’s splayed legs, easily lifting her butt up off the matt and sliding the diaper under her bruised butt. “And because I’m a responsible adult and you, pathetic little baby that you are, will use your diapers, I have to make sure you don’t get a rash.” Renata squirted some oil on her hands and started rubbing it over Chloe’s loins. The girl’s body instantly responded, her hips rolling and a low moan escaping from her lips as the woman rubbed oil over her cunt. Renata slapped the back of her bruised thigh, eliciting a yelp from the girl. “Baby’s don’t get to cum.” “Please,” she said, unable to help herself. Renata grabbed something else and tossed it to her husband. He deftly caught it and forced it into the girl’s mouth. Chloe realized it was a pacifier. “Little girls should be seen, and not heard,” he said. “Don’t you dare spit that out,” Renata told her as she resumed rubbing in the oil, lifting her legs and applying it to her backside. Chloe bit down hard on the oversized bulb of the pacifier in her mouth, moaning as the cool oil was rubbed into her abused ass and thighs. Renata lowered her back down onto the thick diaper and sprinkled some baby powder over her crotch. She pulled the front of it up between her legs and taped it in place, sealing her cunt in a diaper. “See, isn’t that much better than that silly piece of string you were trying to pass off as underwear?” Renata asked. Her husband lifted the diapered girl up into a sitting position and Renata moved out of the way, revealing a mirror. Chloe’s hair was still wet and matted down to her head and her tits were still battered and bruised and there were still fresh rope marks all over her body, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the diaper. It was so big and juvenile and humiliating. She shifted, turning to try and see her ass. Her tits might have been fake, but she’d always had a great booty. Now it was completely enveloped in the infantile garment. “That’s much more fitting for you,” Professor Ulrich said. She looked up at him, and she started sucking on the pacifier. She wished it was his cock stuffed in her mouth, but he would never have her. She was a baby. She wore diapers. He was a man who fucked women like Doctor Renata Ulrich, with real tits and hair on their cunts. “Give me your hands,” Renata said. Chloe held them out, and the woman forced stiff leather mittens over first her left and then her right. “You can’t be trusted to not try and take your diapers off.” Chloe wouldn’t have dared, but just the notion that she couldn’t be trusted with something so simple just added to the humiliation. As the itch between her legs grew stronger, she realized that the mittens would also likely keep her from playing with herself. “Do you need help keeping your pacifier in as well?” Renata asked her. Chloe just stared at her dumbly, still sucking on the damn thing. “Better we do,” she said and her husband got a leather strap. Chloe’s jaw hung slack as the pacifier was pulled from her mouth and fitted into the strap, and it was quickly returned to its proper place in her mouth, the strap wrapping around her head and holding it firmly in place. “Much better.” Renata pinched her tender nipple, and the girl cried out into her new gag. “Pacifiers are good for fussy babies.” “We never had children of our own,” Thomas said. He scooped up Chloe as if she were an actual child, cradling her easily in his arms. “Too busy with our careers,” Renata said, getting up and walking with him. They weren’t talking to Chloe, not really. She was just a prop. “I don’t regret our decision, but there’s something about you being maternal that makes me want you.” “Get her set up and take me.” Chloe watched the back and forth, wide eyed. Thomas carried her over to a dog cage and Renata held the door open for him as he set Chloe inside. She went in on her knees, and her mittened wrists were quickly connected to carabiners on the sides of the cage, keeping her in place. They slammed the cage shut and locked her inside. “You stay in your crib while mommy and daddy fuck,” Renata said, her voice husky. “Remember what I told you about your Electra Complex,” he said, taking off his jacket. Chloe moaned into her pacifier, pressing against the side of her cage as she stared up. He was her daddy now and she wanted him to fuck her. But she was so much more screwed up than that. She watched as he practically ripped Renata’s black dress off. Chloe wanted her mommy to fuck her too. She ogled the woman, the real woman, in her sleek, form fitting black lingerie. She’d thought her Victoria’s Secret thong and bra were a joke before, now clad in nothing but a diaper before this woman, she might as well have been an actual baby. Thomas was kissing her neck from behind, reaching around and playing with her breasts. Chloe drooled behind her pacifier gag, thinking how much she’d like to suck on those breasts. She’d nurse from her if she were allowed. Thomas spun her around, and his lips meeting hers as she started tearing his shirt off. Chloe started breathing harder, pushing herself against the side of her cage. His body was lean, his chest hairy. He was so much more man than the hairless frat boys she’d fucked. His strong arms wrapped around his woman, unclipping her bra. He tossed it and it landed on top of Chloe’s cage, as if to taunt her further. Renata dropped to her knees in front of him. Her semi-translucent full cut black panties held her perfect ass, framed perfectly by her garter belt. She grabbed his belt in her teeth, pulling it off. Still using just her mouth, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled his fly down. Chloe sucked harder on her pacifier as she could see his manhood straining against his underwear. Renata glanced back over her shoulder at the diapered girl in the cage. She winked at her, and then turned back to her man, taking his massive member out and running her tongue up his shaft. Chloe rubbed her nipples against the bars of the cage, seeking any sort of pleasure as she moaned, watching her professor, no, her daddy, get his dick sucked by his wife, her mommy. They’d debased her, demeaned her, humiliated her, stripped her, beat her, bound her, diapered her and thrown her in a cage, and she’d never been so turned on in her life. She sucked furiously on her pacifier as Renata sucked her husband’s cock. Loud moans came from the woman as she deep throated him, him gripping her hair and guiding her up and down his dick. “You just work that pacifier. That’s all your baby mouth is good for,” he said, glancing at the helpless girl. She wanted his dick so badly, but she knew he was right; she sucked on pacifiers now. He finally came, and Renata swallowed every drop. She turned back to their prisoner, licking her lips as she panted slightly. “Did you enjoy watching me please my man, in a way you never could?” “Mmmmph,” Chloe moaned, leaning forward against the bars of her cage. “We’re just getting started.” Thomas grabbed his wife and threw her down on her back on a table. He slid his hands slowly up her thick thighs and slapped her ass as he grabbed the waistband of her panties, peeling them down her legs. Chloe saw the dark patch of manicured fur above Renata’s sex, and she felt even more babyish with her smooth, hairless cunt, now trapped in a thick diaper. Her view was quickly obstructed as Thomas buried his face in his lover’s sex. She let out a little scream of pleasure, grabbing onto the table and gripping it tightly as she wrapped her legs over his powerful shoulders. Chloe rubbed her thighs together, but she could only feel the soft padding of her new infantile underwear against her cunt. Renata’s cries grew louder as he skillfully pleasured her. She threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and finally she screamed out in ecstasy as she came hard. Thomas stood up as his wife still shuddered in the aftershocks of her toe clenching orgasm, and he grabbed her and spun her around, flipping her over the table and stepping up behind her. “Look me in the eyes, baby,” Renata screamed, breathing rapidly. “You will never be fucked like this.” Chloe met her stare. She spread her legs as much as the small cage would allow. She started humping her diapers against the hard plastic floor of the cage, moaning loudly into her pacifier. She didn’t care anymore if she was allowed to cum or not, she needed it so badly. Renata didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Chloe couldn’t get off in that position, and she just savored watching her desperately try as her husband railed her hard from behind. Chloe humped faster. She shook her hands uselessly, rattling her cage, and she screamed into her pacifier in frustration. Renata’s breath came faster and faster as she screamed at her husband to fuck her harder. “Look at me, baby!” she screamed, her eyes focusing again on Chloe. Chloe hadn’t taken her eyes off her, and she screamed again in frustration as Renata screamed in climax.

New on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XK4XGSK AMAZING NEW ILLUSTRATIONS BY FAMED FETISH ARTIST DAVID LOMAS There’s something new at AniMates, a neophyte engineering and design firm dedicated to creating customized human dollies. It’s Mama N’Casemee. She is taking control. Her daughter-in-law will offer no resistance. She is already The Living Dolly. But Mama thinks dolly needs a playmate. So it’s goodbye to her son, Master Adam Hello to Baby Ada. It’s just the beginning. Mama knows the demand for AniMates doll encasements is skyrocketing worldwide. She needs more test dummies, and a plan is beginning to unfold. But first she must put Adam in his place – right next to his dollified wife. This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves consensual bondage, discipline, humiliation, abdl games, age play, regression, diapers, bizarre costumes, robotics, animatronics, an evolving master/slave relationship, and a happy ending – eventually.

“Merry Christmas!” Jason shouted as he came in the front door. He looked tired after his long drive. “Merry Christmas, Jason.” Holly greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was dressed in a festive green Christmas dress with white trim, and a matching green Santa hat. Jason was surprised to see her. He dropped his bag on the floor, glancing past her quickly before meeting her eyes. He smiled. They hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few months. “It’s good to see you, Holly. Are you and Darcy...” he trailed off, again looking around for signs of his fiancé. She motioned zipping her lips. “I won’t ruin the surprise.” His smile widened. “Let me hit the bathroom and freshen up real quick.” “I’ll be by the tree.” She flounced into the living room, her shirt skirt bouncing with each step. Holly looked over her shoulder, catching him watch her. She winked and disappeared into the other room. The living room was lit only by the Christmas lights on the tree, a multicolored glow illuminating one new, brightly wrapped, large package in the center of the room. A thick green ribbon framed the box, tied off on top in a massive bow. A card hung from the bow, written in large, elegant, cursive script “To: Jason. From: Santa.” Holly turned the stereo on, softly playing Christmas music in the background. She then plopped down on the couch, stretching out and waiting. She’d been helping Darcy surprise Jason for years, and even though Darcy had been trying to push Holly out of their lives for the past few months, Christmas was a time to put old fights behind them and be together with the ones you loved. She didn’t have to wait long; Jason came in, having changed into a tight black sweater. He looked around, eyes landing on the present. “Go ahead and open it,” Holly said. “Should we wait for Darcy? Or is...” Again he trailed off, looking at the box. It would be cramped, but it could potentially contain his fiancé. “Don’t ruin the surprise,” Holly said, watching. He grabbed the ribbon, and with a calculated tug, pulled apart the bow, the ribbon sliding off the package to the floor. He grabbed the lid, pausing as he noticed the air holes on the back side of the package. He glanced at Holly, who was merely watching from where she lounged on the couch, a content smile on her lips. Jason lifted the top of the box off, staring down into his gift. “Mmmphnnn!” came a muffled cry from the box. Jason was speechless, staring down into the box. His fiancé was, as he suspected, inside, but this was not what he’d expected. The box shook as Darcy struggled inside. She was laying on her back on a cushion on the bottom of the package. Her legs were frog tied and her wrists bound to her upper arms with green tape that matched the ribbon wrapping the package. More of the ribbon was tied around her, wrapped tightly over her pert breasts, just covering her nipples, the strands disappearing around her back and crisscrossing across her stomach and a single thread of ribbon going down between her legs, over the thick pink diaper she was wearing. Another bow was tied neatly over the top of her diaper, which was notably the only clothing she was wearing, and certainly not part of her normal attire. Her hands were trapped in thick, padded pink mittens, that matched the pink pacifier strapped in her mouth. “What do you think?” Holly asked, having sauntered up behind Jason while he was taking in his gift. She looked over his shoulder down at her best friend. Darcy glared back, shaking and struggling, screaming into her gag. Holly was bigger and stronger, and it had been easy to overpower the smaller girl. Darcy fought the entire time, but Holly had managed to strip her naked, tie her up, and put her in a diaper before wrapping her up as an unwilling Christmas present for her own fiancé. “Mmmmphnnn! Hmmmph mmmph!” she cried around the massive rubber nipple stuffed in her mouth. “Hang on.” Jason reached in and tried to pull the pacifier out of her mouth for her, but it was strapped in too tightly. “Did you do this?” “Nnnnph!” She shook her head furiously, the cute pigtails Holly had tied her hair in swishing against the sides of the box. Jason looked back at Holly. “What’s going on?” Holly grinned ear to ear. “She told me you wanted this.” They both glanced back at the helpless girl in the box. “To try ageplay. To see her in diapers. To be your helpless baby girl.” Holly leaned in closer to Jason. Jason gulped. He tried to move back, but Holly’s hand found the bulge in the front of his jeans, stroking him. “I’m guessing she never did do that for you?” Jason shook his head. Beneath them Darcy continued to struggle uselessly, screaming for attention. “I get it,” Holly said. “She can be so immature. And now she’s being such a selfish little brat, trying to keep you all to herself. When we were friends before you and her even met! I miss you.” Her face was inches from his, her lips almost meeting his, but she stopped, looking back down at the furious girl in the box. “I’ve missed her too. The three of us could have so, so much fun together.” She reached down, stroking Darcy’s cheek above her gag. “Nnnnnmmmph!” Jason ran his tongue around his suddenly very dry mouth. Darcy looked up at him, staring into his eyes, pleading incoherently into her pacifier. She looked so cute like that, all wrapped up, both in the ribbons and the diaper. She’d been willing to wear a cute schoolgirl uniform, she was happy to let him tie her up from time to time, but she’d balked when he’d asked to put her in a diaper. She didn’t understand the appeal, and he hadn’t pressed it. But to find that she had told Holly about it, and somehow Holly had convinced her to do it... No, clearly Holly hadn’t convinced her. However she’d managed it, Darcy clearly didn’t want to be tied up in a diaper. Taking one last mental snapshot of his infantilized fiancé, he reached again for the pacifier gag. Darcy moaned gratefully and leaned her head to the side so he could reach around for the clasp behind her head. He froze, feeling the lock. “Holly, where’s the key?” Holly pouted, pulling a key on a chord around her neck from between her breasts. Jason reached for it, but Holly snatched it back, clutching it in her fist. Her frown turned into a mischievous grin. “Why?” “Come on Holly. She wants out.” “I’m sure she does. But what do YOU want?” Darcy had gone quiet, her eyes darting back and forth between them. “I want to hear what she has to say?” Jason again held out his hand for the key. “Do you want to hear her say 'no?' To say that she doesn’t want to indulge in your fantasies? That she doesn’t want to share you with me?” Jason’s hand slowly lowered. “Mmmphnnn!” Darcy cried, struggling again, desperate to get his attention. Holly put the key back between her breasts, thrusting them out provocatively as she did so. “Tomorrow we can all have an adult conversation. Tonight, well tonight you should play with your present.” Jason’s fingers clenched the edge of the box. Darcy flailed her bound arms and legs, her breasts jiggling under the tight ribbon binding them. “She just needs to be shown how much fun being your diapered little girl can be. Here, listen close.” Holly pulled out a small remote out of her pocket and clicked a button. Darcy immediately squealed behind her pacifier, squeezing her frog tied legs together as much as the thick padding between her thighs would allow. “Shhhh,” Holly said, leaning in and putting her finger to the pacifier. Jason cocked his head to the side, listening. A faint buzzing could be heard coming from Darcy’s diaper. “I’ve been playing with her all day. You can show her just how good her diapers can feel.” “Mmmmmph!” Darcy thrashed, the whole box shaking. She was so frustrated. Holly had put the powerful little vibrator in her before sealing her in the diaper, keeping the helpless girl desperate and horny for hours, before shutting it off shortly before Jason arrived. In mere seconds the toy brought her right back up to the brink, her need pushing aside all her thoughts of trying to convince Jason to let her go. Holly placed the remote in his hand. He didn’t recognize it; it definitely wasn’t one of their toys, but it was intuitive enough. He pressed a button, and the buzzing got louder, as did his fiancé’s desperate moans. “Does that feel good, baby girl?” Darcy shook her head, screwing her eyes shut, but her moans definitely said yes. Her nipples were plainly visible under the ribbon wrapped over them. Jason reached in, pressing on the front of her diaper. Darcy spread her legs, thrusting her hips up to meet his touch. “It’s okay, you can admit it.” Darcy told herself that if she just stopped resisting, he’d make her cum, and then she could think straight, and he’d release her. It wasn’t because the vibrator in her diaper did feel really good, and that in spite of how furious she was that her friend had forced her into this situation, her friend that seemed to want to steal Jason from her, that Jason himself hadn’t immediately released her and was siding with that backstabbing bitch, it was really turning her on how he was treating her. Darcy nodded, rolling her hips, trying to grind her padded pussy against his hand. Holly stepped back and dropped silently to her knees. Jason at first tried to push her away when she went for his belt, but she persisted. “Keep going,” she told him as she unzipped his fly. He turned the vibrator up again and traced the ribbon bound around her body. “What if I unwrapped my present?” His fingertips glided across her sensitive skin, following the ribbon across her boobs, down over her stomach, to the top of her diaper. “If I unwrapped you, what would I find?” He gasped, but Darcy was too distracted to notice. Holly ran her tongue along the length of penis. She was very good with her mouth. Darcy was no slouch in that department either, but he had missed Holly’s talents. Just like the ageplay, Darcy had shot down the three-way that Holly had proposed, and Jason had assumed that would be the end of it. And now here he was, celebrating Christmas with his fiancé utterly helpless, tied up and diapered for him to play with, while his ex was giving him a blowjob. “Would I find my baby girl wet?” he asked. He squeezed the crotch of her diaper, unable to tell if it was wet or dry, but the action made Darcy moan deeply. He stuck a finger in through the leg band, feeling around. The vibrator was nestled in place right over her clit, humming away. He stroked her opening; she was dripping. “It’s a good thing Holly put you in diapers.” Upon hearing her name, Holly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, slowly taking the whole thing into her mouth, deep throating him. “You’re soaked,” he told Darcy, slipping his finger inside her. The helpless girl threw her head back, her arms and legs straining against the tight tape securing them. Jason grabbed the ring on the front of her pacifier, and with a firm tug, forced her to look up at him. Darcy opened her eyes, staring up at her fiancé. She could hear the slurping noise on the other side of the thin cardboard walls of her prison. She knew what they meant. She couldn’t see it, but she could imagine Holly there, on her knees, sucking her man’s dick while Darcy was reduced to a helpless baby, sucking on a pacifier. She’d been so threatened by Holly and Jason’s history, so furious at the idea that Holly might try to steal him from her. It wasn’t just the vibrator buzzing away at her pussy. She found her situation strangely arousing. “Do you want to cum?” he asked her. She needed it so badly. Darcy nodded, moaning into her pacifier. “Do you want me to make you cum in your diaper?” Her diaper. It was hers. Darcy nodded again, biting hard into the rubber nipple stuffed in her mouth. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” What if after he was done with her tonight, he didn’t let her go? She nodded, her pigtails flapping beside her head. “Are you going to be a good girl for us?” His breathing was getting faster. What if he decided to make Holly his wife instead of her, and they kept her as their baby, their toy to humiliate and play with? “Mmmhmm,” she moaned, nodding rapidly. He grabbed the crotch of her diaper, pressing the vibrator harder against her even as he turned it up. He dropped the remote and grabbed Holly by the hair with his other hand, partly to guide her, partly just to steady himself. “Cum for me, baby girl.” “MMMMGGGGGG!” Darcy threw her head back and screamed in her pacifier gag. Jason’s grip tightened as he came, shooting his load into Holly’s mouth. Orgasms quaked through Darcy’s helpless body. It was too much; she thrashed and flailed, but she couldn’t escape. Jason kept his grip on her crotch while he shot his seed down Holly’s throat. Finally he emptied his balls, leaning on the edge of the box, panting. Holly looked up at him, thick white strands of his jizz dripping down her chin, and she handed him the remote for the vibrator. “Thank you,” he said, taking the remote and turning the toy off. In the box, Darcy was limp in her bonds, panting around her pacifier gag. Jason reached in and scooped her into his arms. She’d always liked how much bigger and stronger than her he was, how he could pick her up with ease, but now she felt especially small, held securely in his strong arms. He held her close, one arm around her back, sticky with sweat from her intense orgasms, and the other hand cupped under diapered butt, the padding now noticeably wetter. She could see Holly over his shoulder, still on her knees, smiling up at her, her fiancé’s cum still dripping from her lips. “Did you enjoy that, baby girl?” Jason asked, bouncing her a little, patting her diapered butt. Darcy was still in the afterglow, but the reality of what had just happened was setting in. Holly stood up, wiping her mouth. “Did you enjoy your diapers?” Her already flushed cheeks turned redder, and she tried in vain to wrap her arms around Jason. “You made me very happy, baby girl.” He turned to face Holly. “You both did.” “It was my pleasure. I’ve missed you both.” “Do you want to apologize to Holly and thank her?” Jason asked. Darcy went stiff in his arms. Holly pulled the key out from around her neck and dangled it in front of Darcy’s face. “Do you want your paci out?” Darcy had hated the thing from the second Holly had forced it into her mouth and locked it around her head, how it robbed her of the ability to reason with the two of them, how it was a pacifier of all things, such a babyish gag. But now, if they took it out, what would she say? What could she say, after Holly had already sucked Jason’s dick while he made her cum in a diaper. What could she say, to try and roll that back? Jason pulled her back so he could look at her. All the tentativeness that had been in his face when he’d first found her like this was gone, and with it she suspected the window of opportunity for her to try to assert any control. She’d said no to the diapers, she’d said no to letting Holly into their relationship. But Holly had said yes, and now Darcy was in diapers, and Holly was very much in their relationship. Darcy felt Holly’s fingers on the back of her neck, and with a click, the lock was open, and the pacifier gag was pulled from her mouth. “Did you have something you wanted to say?” Jason asked, holding her to face Holly. “I’m sorry...” she mumbled quietly. “What was that?” Holly asked. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, slightly louder, her eyes downcast. “Sorry for what, baby?” Holly asked, lifting her chin so their eyes met. “I’m sorry I tried to push you out of our lives.” Holly beamed. It had been coerced, but that’s what she really wanted. “It’s okay, little girl. You’re my best friend, and always will be, even if you can be a little immature and need to be taught how to share every now and again. That’s what I’m here for.” She patted Darcy on the head, making the infantilized girl blush harder. And then she surprised her by grabbing her and kissing her. Darcy spluttered in shock as she found Holly’s tongue in her mouth. She could taste Jason’s cum in Holly’s mouth. Holly pulled back, staring deeply into Darcy’s eyes. “Did you have something else you wanted to say to Holly?” Jason asked. He squeezed Darcy’s butt through her diaper, and he could feel himself getting hard again already. Darcy just stared at Holly, still too stunned to remember what they had wanted her to say. “Do you need a reminder?” Holly asked, gently stroking the side of her face. Darcy nodded, squirming slightly as Jason played with her butt. Holly leaned in close, their noses touching. “You wanted to thank me,” she whispered. “Thank you,” Darcy repeated. “For tying you up,” she continued. “For tying me up.” Darcy wiggled her bound arms and legs, reminded of her helpless state. “And putting you in a diaper,” Holly said, her lips just brushing Darcy’s as she spoke. “For putting me in a- in a diaper.” “And making you try new things. Fun things.” “And making me try new and fun things.” Holly put her lips to Darcy’s ear. “Show me how appreciative you are.” She gave Darcy a quick peck on the lips and then flopped back on the couch. She leaned against the arm and threw one leg up over the back, her fingers slowly peeling back the hem of her dress. Darcy quickly glanced at Jason. He too kissed her. “Thank her,” he told her, and then set the diapered girl on the couch on her knees and elbows in front of Holly. Darcy could see from this angle that Holly wasn’t wearing any panties under her short skirt. Her naked pussy was glistening wet, sparkling almost magically in the multicolored blinking Christmas lights from the tree. “Come here, baby.” Darcy crawled tentatively forward, her diaper crinkling with each movement. Holly grabbed her pigtails and guided her in between her legs. Darcy froze, poised with her face above Holly’s pussy. “Come on, you know what to do.” Holly pulled her forward until her lips met Holly’s. Darcy stuck her tongue out, tasting her best friend. “Good girl,” Holly praised, petting her hair. Slowly, Darcy started to lick. Jason watched, gently stroking his now fully erect penis. He stepped up behind Darcy and tugged her diaper to the side, exposing her pussy. Darcy tried to look up, but Holly held her in place. “Just keep going, baby. You’re doing great.” Darcy kept licking, wiggling her hips and raising her ass up into the air. Jason didn’t make her wait long, thrusting into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly into Holly’s crotch, licking deeper. Holly gasped. She met Jason’s eyes, smiling at him while he fucked the bound and diapered girl eating her out. In the cold light of day tomorrow things might be different. She’d had a moment of doubt when Darcy had fought to keep her from stripping and restraining her. She might have gone too far, and the possibility that Darcy would never forgive her crossed her mind more than once. She’d powered through though; it wasn’t like Darcy was exactly forgiving her for suggesting joining their relationship. But now that she had Darcy in between her legs, even if tomorrow Darcy decided that, with the benefit of experience, she truly wasn’t interested in an open relationship, then she’d have to accept that. For now, her best friend was sucking her clit with genuine enthusiasm while she was getting railed in a diaper by her fiancé, and that was a Christmas miracle. Darcy might find she quite liked this new dynamic. Or she might want revenge. She could decide to punish Holly. Jason certainly would be on board, and Holly definitely wouldn’t mind some punishment and discipline doled out to her. For the moment though, she was on top, and she was going to make the most of it. She tightened her grip on Darcy’s pigtails, guiding her plaything to the perfect spot. “Good baby,” she said, her voice breathy and husky. She was getting close. Darcy kept licking. She’d never done this before, but Holly wasn’t shy about guiding her, using her hair like reigns. She found she was fixated on making Holly cum. She wanted to do a good job, to please her. They’d forced her to apologize and then thank them for doing this to her, and to her surprise, when the words had come out of her mouth, she hadn’t been lying. She was sorry she had been threatened by Holly. She was grateful that Holly had ignored her attempts to push her away, had forced her into this position. She was happy to be between Holly’s legs, servicing her, showing her gratitude. Jason wasn’t going to choose Holly over her. His dick inside her had never felt as good as it did right then. She wanted to make him happy too. She wanted both of them. She needed both of them. Darcy carried the momentum of his powerful thrusts into her through her gift-wrapped body and plunged her tongue deep into Holly’s snatch. “Oh yes!” Holly cried, pulling Darcy hair. Darcy wrapped her lips around Holly’s clit, sucking the sensitive cluster of nerve endings into her mouth and flicked her tongue over her button. Holly’s legs wrapped around the back of Darcy’s head, locking her in place. “Yes! Yes!” she cried. Jason pumped faster, and turned the vibrator back on against Darcy’s pussy. She squealed, but Holly held her in place, and she kept licking and sucking. “There’s a my good baby girl!” Jason said. He threw his head back, his whole body tensing and releasing as he came hard inside Darcy. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly around his pulsing member as she came with him. “Oh fuck!” Holly cried out, her fingers clenched deep into the couch cushions to hold on as she rode the wave of the most powerful orgasm of her life, her juices gushing into Darcy’s mouth. Breathless, Jason pulled out of Darcy and pulled the diaper back over her dripping pussy. Slowly Holly’s legs unfurled and she let Darcy up for air. Darcy gasped, her body limp on the couch in between them as she tried to catch her breath. “You still haven’t unwrapped your present,” Holly said. Jason wasn’t sure if she was referring to the diaper or the ribbon and tape still wrapped around Darcy. She managed to lift her head to look up at Holly. Jason lifted her up and sat down on the couch, laying Darcy back down on her back, her head in his lap. The ribbons were all eschew, and he tugged them back up into place, covering her nipples. She wiggled and moaned when he touched the still hypersensitive nubs. “It can wait until morning,” he said. He looked down at Darcy, stroking her hair. She nodded, still too spent to speak. Holly smiled, running her fingers along Darcy’s thigh, making her best friend squirm. “Merry Christmas.”

When she first moved into the college town, all the college students took notice. Well the men anyway. One by one they’d flirt with her when they saw he around town or in class. If you asked the boys why they liked her, they’d all have a different reason. It could be her perky breasts, the way she has that soft smile with a hint of something mysterious. Whatever it is, it didn’t take long for them all to one by one ask her on a date and then, the boys would grow silent and withdrawn. Soon he found out why. After dinner she brought him back to her place for some fun. She’d tie him up. Giggling she’d explain how it’d be “more fun that way.” After all, you’re not afraid of a little roughness right? Then she’d edge them over and over, smiling as they struggled against the segufix bondage that kept them locked on the bed, unable to move a muscle, try as they might. Their cocks would beg for release. They’d be dripping, but never cumming. It was all a game after all. They’d get release eventually… right? But then the darkness would come out. She’d pull out an ice pack, staring deep into their eyes as she deflated their cocks. She’d pour baby oil on him and to their horror force them soft. Next came the cock cage, trapping their manhood inside. The key would go in the drawer next to the bed. By then he’d be yelling, begging her to stop. But that wasn’t all. There was no way for anyone to expect the diapers. She’d unwrap a pink MegaMax, tell them to lift up and fasten the plastic prison over their locked cocks. Then she’d take a photo. After, with a pat she would tell them to pull up their pants and go home. They could come back in a week. But they’d better be diapered. She’d point to the door where a stack of diapers sat teasing the young men. “Take as many as you need.” She’d say with a breatthy smile. “I’ll see you around town.” And then she’d issue a warning. “Each time I see you, you’d better be diapered. If you’re not, that’s an extra week that the cage stays on. If you’re diapered each time I see you, I’ll unlock you for a bit.” So he’d have no choice. Each boy in turn would grab as many diapers as they could, desperate to try make it through a week where they’d crinkle through class, try and avoid others and squish their way to dinner each night. Sure, they weren’t sure when they’d see her, but she’s everywhere. You never know when she’d knock on your door at night for a diaper check. At that point she’d slide her hand into their jeans, checking for the tell tale sound of plastic and wetness or something messy. She’d control their cocks through diapers. They were hers. And what the boys didn’t know, she had no intention of unlocking them anytime soon. They were trapped.

Hey guys, I am writing this to be considered in the @kasarberang Story Contest. I will add to it and finish it by the end of competition. *************Chapter 1************* I was running late. Generally speaking, I hated running late and the fact that it was to meet up with Lexi only made it worse. Lexi and I are having a lunch / coffee break since that is the only time we will see each other today until we get home tonight...and I am running late. It is what it is, but I just hope Lexi doesn't get too upset about it. Not much I can do about it anyway. I walked in to 1000 Faces Coffee shop only about 5 minutes late. It is a cool little coffee place in town that a lot students frequent. It has incredible coffee and lattes. I looked around as I walked in and saw Lexi already seated in the corner in one of the few places where could have some privacy. Lexi, short for Alexis is nothing short of stunning. She is 6"1 with long blond straight hair. She has the body of an athlete seeing as she is one. She competed in Taikwondo starting at 5 years old, and transitioned to Jujitsu when she was in high school. On top of that, she ran track for her high school and was now running on a full scholarship. Lexi is really smart too, seeing as she is a premed major in her final year. I smiled at her as I walked up to the counter to place my order. "One latte with vanilla please" I said to the cashier. "Sure. That will be $5.35 and you can pick it up by the barista" she responded. I paid her and by the time she had given me my change (I dropped the coins in the tip jar....of course) my latte was up. I grabbed it and I walked over to where Lexi was sitting. "Hey babe" I said to Lexi as I sat down and put my latte on the table sitting between us. "Hey Liv. Glad you made it!" she said. "Now hold on. I am only 5 minutes late. Can you even really call that late" I inquired. "I know honey. I am just excited to see you is all". Lexi was smiling and looking me over as she said it. Let me give you the quick rundown. I am Olivia but I go by Liv. I am in my final year of school majoring in computer science. I am a technology geek, a really good programmer, and I also have a job at Google lined up after I graduate this year. I am about 5"6, thin, with long dark hair. I met Lexi my sophmore year of school and we started dating our junior year. She is my first girlfriend and I hope to be my last. We moved in together for our final year os school and are doing really well. Lexi is the type of girl who loves to push the envelope, try new things, and find ways to make me squirm. While I don't always enjoy it, I admit that she keeps it interesting and takes care of me in the long run. Today is a prime example. As I was getting ready this morning, Lexi walked in, and out of the blue, showed me a pair of underwear. "I want you to wear this today" she said. I looked at the underwear. It was a thick pair of underwear with a bunch of animals on it. "What is this? Where did you get it and why do you want me to wear it?" I asked. "Whats the big deal?" she asked. "Put it on under your skirt. I want to think about you wearing it all day" "Come on. This underwear looks like it is for kids. There is nothing sexy about this" I said. "If it was for kids it wouldn't fit you. Now come on put it on." Lexi ordered. I begrudgingly took off the sexy lace underwear I was wearing and went to grab the underwear Lexi was holding. Instead of it being handed to me Lexi opened up the underwear and had me step in to it like a child would and slid it up to my waist. She then lifted up my skirt to look at her handiwork. "This is adorable. You look sooo cute" she said. "Why is this so thick?" I asked. "They are training pannies." She said. "WHAT!?! Why am I wearing training pannies" I asked. "Because I want you to." she said. "Lexi. Come on. This is ridiculous. Why would you even get these? And where did you get these?" "I got them on Etsy. I thought you would look adorable in them. Besides no one will know you're wearing them besides me" she said. "I don't want to wear them" I pouted. I knew I would end up wearing them but I wanted to give Lexi a little bit of grief. I felt a sharp SMACK on my butt. "Ow" I exclaimed. "What was that?" I exclaimed. "That was for arguing with me. Are you done?" she asked. "Yes" I sullenly said. Lexi is what you would call very kinky. When we first met I was a very "vanilla" type of girl and had never dated a woman before. Over the last year and a half of dating she has introduced me to the wild and kinky side of sex. One of those things she likes is dominance. That was what all this was. But still, I didn't want to wear these stupid underwear. "Good. Trust me, it could be a lot worse" she said. Lexi let my skirt fall back down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "What could possibly be worse than wearing adult sized training pants" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to know" she said. Now back to our coffee date. "Why are you all smiles" I asked. "Why do you think?" Lexi asked. "Does it have to do with this stupid underwear" I asked. "Let me check to make sure you're still wearing them" Lexi demanded. "What. No! Not in here. Are you crazy? I am not showing you my underwear in the middle of the coffee shop" I said in a panic. Lexi would absolutely make me show her in here. I was already embarrassed to be wearing them and I was not about to even discretely lift my skirt just to prove to her that I didn't take off the underwear she chose for me. "Oh come on Liv. Just discretely lift up your skirt a bit and no one will see." Lexi teasingly said. "No. No way" I said. "Last warning. You either do it or I will come up with something worse" Lexi looked at me with a sliver in her eyes. I could tell she was already thinking through what was next and I was sure I wouldn't like it. This is bullshit. "Why do you always get to dictate what happens and I don't". I will admit. I said it in a wine. The truth is I like it when Lexi does this. It makes me feel loved and she gets off on it. It is a win win. "Because I said so. Now show me" she demanded. I looked around and lifted the front of my skirt up just a little bit exposing the training underwear Lexi had put me in earlier. Lexi smiled and I quickly pushed down my skirt. "I don't get why you are having me wear these" I said. "I like the idea of you wearing them. You look so cute. Besides, no one else should be seeing your underwear anyway so who cares." she said. "Whatever. As long as it makes you happy. Although it makes my butt look huge. I swear if you look closely it messes up the look of my skirt" I said. "No one should be looking anyway." she said. "Fine. Is Kimberly still coming over for dinner tonight?" I asked. "Yes!! She is also bringing her new boyfriend" Lexi said. "Should be fun. Kimberly says they met online and she is excited for us to meet him. He is also a student." "Great. I should be home by 6" I said. "I have an exam I have to finish and then I have to work on a project for my python class" I said. "You're cute. Like I know what python is. Great. Kimberly and her boyfriend will already be there by the time you get home." Lexi said. "Pick up some wine on the way home" "Ok. I will probably need it. Between this exam, project and having to deal with Kimberly some wine will be great" I said. It isn't that I didn't like Kimberly, it was more that she was Lexi's best friend. That means that Lexi shared everything that was going on in her life with Kimberly...including informaton about me. That means that Kimberly knew all about the kinky things Lexi and I did. And there were a lot. Also, Lexi wasn't afraid to to talk about or do anything in front of her. One time, all three of us were hanging out, and I jokingly told Kimberly that Lexi can be a total bitch sometimes. Newsflash...she totally can. Can't we all be? Lexi, feigning outrage, put me across her knee, lifted up my skirt and spanked me (only one swat). She then asked me if I needed a time out. No I didn't need a fucking time out. But I was mortified. Lexi acted like it was no big deal! "Oh come on Liv. You're still sore about the spanking I gave you in front of her" she said while laughing. "Yes I am! I can't believe you did that." I exclaimed. "It was all in good fun. Besides, she knows that sometimes you end up over my knee." Lexi said. "I wish you didn't tell her. But it is one thing to know and one thing to see" I said indignantly. "Well relax. She likes you and you girls get along. I am sure we will have a good time tonight and meet her new boyfriend" Lexi said. "Relax huh. How would you like it if I spanked you in front of Kimberly and her boyfriend tonight? Would you still tell me to relax?" Lexi looked at me, my frustrated expression on my face and smiled. "Liv sweety. I gave you one swat on the butt. She is my best friend. She knows about all the things we do. Besides, I thought about having her spank you and not me." Lexi said. "You wouldn't dare!" I exclaimed. "Oh come on honey. I would have no problem with it just like I had no problem jokingly spanking you that night. Now lets just have fun tonight. I would hate to have to spank you in front of company tonight or maybe even have Kimberly do it" I didn't like this line of talk. I learned early on to never call Lexi's bluff so I figured it was best to just let it go. Kimberly wasn't bad and it was the start of the weekend. "Fine. Lets just have fun tonight" I said. We chatted for a few more minutes and then I had to run off to finish my exam. I know Lexi had some lab work she had to do for one of her many science courses. I gave her a quick kiss and then we both ran off to finish out our day before dinner tonight and the start of the weekend.

Bill walked happily down the side walk. He loved walking this way home- the woods lining his path on the left, and across the street, the big, beautiful houses, all of which reminded him of home. He had to get off the bus a few stops early to do it, but it was worth it. He glanced at his watch, 5:30- later then usual, but that shouldn't be a problem.There was a rustling in the forest beside him. He stopped and glanced into it, but couldn't make anything out.He kept walking. Somehow, though he had walked this path a thousand times, that small sound made him nervous.There was another. He stopped and looked again, and so nothing.Suddenly a shaped popped out of the forest. Bill gasped as it flew toward him.It landed a few feet in front of him, turned right, and bounded down the street. Bill sighed as the small white rabbit went along, barely noticing him. He knew he should stop reading horror novels on the bus.He stopped and turned to see the massive stone and wood house he called him. He smiled, it always made him feel good to get back. The tree out front, the long grass yard, the stone pathway up it- after a hard days work, filled with stress and anxiety, nothing made him feel better.He walked up the path and unlocked the door. He want inside. The inside of the house was large and spacious. It was built open concept, and where he stood he could see the living room, kitchen and dining room, as well as the giant windows that opened onto a creek and the woods behind the house. To his right was a twisted wooden stairwell that ran to the second floor, then doubled back to the third, smaller one above."You're late," a deep but feminine voice said from inside the house."Hi honey! I told you I had a meeting, remember?" He began walking up the stairs toward the voice, which was coming from their bedroom."I don't remember you saying that!""I did!""Are you hiding something from me Bill? Are you lying to me again?" her voice got angrier."Samantha, no, I promise you." He knew why she was upset, he had told her he'd be home at four that morning, and only sent the email later. If he hadn't, it would have been the third time that week he got home later then he said he would. She worked closer to home and got back earlier, and sometimes got annoyed if he was late."So if I check my emails now, there will be one saying you have a meeting, and I can contact your boss and he'll say the same?" she said."Yes, do it."A few moments passed as she checked. "Oh, ok, fair enough," she finally said.He finished the walk up the stairs and entered the bedroom where she was lying down, under the plaid, king sized blankets. Tall, with long brown hair and dark skin, she was beautiful. He walked up and kissed her. He noticed the open book and half drunk glass of water on the nightstand beside her. "Taking a nap sweetie?""Mhmm," she said. "I got tiered of waiting for you and fell asleep."He kissed her again, working his way down her head and her neck. He put a hand under the blankets. He stopped."Sweetie, what is so wet?"Her eyes went wide and she gasped. "What? It couldn't...""The bed feels wet!" He thew back the covers to reveal a wet spot."Oh," she laughed. "I spilled some water before I fell asleep, see?"Bill looked at it again. The spot was small, and clearly water. "Oh, ok."She sat up. "You know, you've been so stressed lately, always working hard and coming home late, I wanted to do something to help you relax.""Oh?" he said.SHe smiled. "Yes, I wanted to try something new. You might have issues at first, but I think you'll enjoy it.""What is it?" he asked, smiling.She taped him on the forehead. "You wait here and see."She walked over to their clsoet door, which she opened slowly. She reached in and took out what looked like a folded, white cloth.Bill's throat caught. "Honey, whats that?"She smiled. "Oh, you can't tell?""What is it!" he said, staring at the rectangular white object.She let it unfold, revealing a white towel. "Its a hand towel! I learned a new type of massage. First I need to soak this in warm water, want to try it?""Oh, that sounds wonderful! Thank you sweetie!"...A few hours later they were sitting in the kitchen eating supper. Bill's plate was piled high with hot, spicy chunks of beef and vegetables."This is very good honey," he said. "What is it?""Its a new spicy beef vindiloo recipe I found. I made it specifically for you," she smiled, a mischievous twink going in her eye. "I hope you enjoy it."Bill put his fork down. "Wha... what do you mean?" His stomach began turning.She shrugged. "Oh, I know you like spicy food, and Jessy told me they ordered some of this to work last week and you really enjoyed it, so I figured I'd try it." Jessy was a friend from Bill's work they both knew.He smiled. "Oh I remember that! Yes, I did like it, and I love this now. Thanks Sam!" His stomach was now grumbling. "It is turning my stomach though, give me a minute.""Ok sweetie!" she said.Bill walked over to the bathroom. He turned the knob.He gasped. The knob wouldn't turn.He tried again. His stomach was getting worse, and he was getting desperate. "Sam! Why won't the bathroom door open?" He called."We got the knobs replaced, remember? You have to turn it the other way.""Oh, right," he laughed. He opened the door and went inside.A few minutes later he returned to the table and sat down. Samantha had cleared the plates and set out bowls of ice cream and bananas for dessert.He stopped and thought for a moment. "Honey, why were there a stack of diapers and pacifiers in the bathroom? And why was there a leash and beside it?""Oh, we were going to babysit and dogsit for my sister next week, remember? For what other possible reason would we have them?""Oh, right. And I can't think of any other reasons to have diapers, pacifiers and a leash and collar either." He legitimately couldn't, and neither could she."What, what day is it?"

I wrote this story before joining the forum and having read some of the content I thought members might be interested in reading and commenting. Visit to a Nanny doesn't end well Chapter 1 Tony was at home and at a loose end. Work was not going well; he had a new boss, who was a woman. She was bossing him about almost to the point of bullying. His long term girlfriend Helen, who was out with her friends, had told him to stop being a baby and do what he was asked to as he needed the job. Tony regularly reviewed pornography sites when he was on his own and, although he wasn’t sure why, he kept returning to one story which related the experiences of middle aged man at the hands of a woman he met in a bar. What made the story different in Tony’s mind was the use of a diaper by her as part of his restraint. “Stop being a baby” played in his mind as he read the story. He went to the bathroom and returned with a fluffy bath towel, pulled his trousers and shorts down and wrapped the towel around his waist before rereading the story. Before long his cock was erect and as his hand gently rubbed the towel it became harder. Tony hadn’t reached the last instalment when he cried out as his cock throbbed and he ejaculated into the towel. He sat with the wet towel around his cock and almost without thinking did an internet search on the use of diapers in such circumstances. He found sites that were aimed at people who wanted to regress to being babies; AB - Adult Babies, and sites aimed at those who just liked wearing; DL - Diaper Lovers. None seemed to combine the experience with the sort of bondage and domination portrayed in story he had been reading; until that is he came across a website for a Nanny. Reading the information it seemed Nanny Julia catered for all aspects of AB and DL as you would expect but also included photos of her charges tied with rope and in the background were many dildos and other sex toys. Her site provided a form for anyone interested to complete which was to be used as the first contact - no phone number was listed. On a whim Tony started to complete it and then wondered whether it was the right thing to do. His hand touched the towel still around his waist and he knew it was, so he completed the form; it asked a bit of background and also requested an idea of what type of session was required. Tony copied some details from the story he was reading and, after a quick check, pressed “send” using a new gmail account he created before he changed his mind. He used a fictitious surname but decided to stay as Tony to avoid saying the wrong Christian name. He washed the towel and put it on the radiator to dry so that Helen wouldn’t realise what he had done. Several days later he got an email from the Nanny; it said she had read the information and it gave him a mobile number to call to discuss further. During a lunch break he went out and bought a “pay as you go” mobile and called her. She sounded really nice and her fee wasn’t as high as he had expected and so they agreed on a date when Tony knew Helen would be away at a concert. The Nanny said she would email details of how to pay the deposit and once received he would need to phone her in the morning of the appointment and she would give him her address She told him he was to call again when he was outside; but only at the agreed time. Tony paid the deposit by cash into her bank account and waited for the agreed date with slight trepidation; he wondered why he had pursued this, but he didn’t want to back out now. Chapter 2 On the morning of the session Tony bought his ticket with cash, having checked his wallet contained nothing that would link to his address. The only phone he carried was his “pay as you go” mobile and he used it to make the first call before boarding his train. Whilst noting down the address he thought the Nanny seemed slightly more abrupt than previously. He arrived with 20 minutes to spare, so as suggested in her email, he stopped for a coffee. He then walked to the entrance to a set of flats and at the agreed time called her and was told to walk to the intercom in front of him and select No24. She answered the intercom and told him to come up and the buzzer sounded as the door unlocked. He quickly walked up the stairs and knocked on the correct door. She was obviously waiting because it opened immediately and a voice said; ‘come in’ and by her tone it wasn’t a request, it was an order, and he remembered not to address her as “Nanny” until the door clicked closed behind him as he had been told in her email. Nanny showed him into the lounge and they both sat down. On the table in front of him was a large glass of water and she indicated that was for him. As she spoke he studied her; she was probably in her mid forties. Her long blond hair was tied behind her head in a strict ponytail and she was wearing a blue dress which reached her knees with a starched white apron tied around her waist. Her legs were covered in black stockings. He was nervous so he drank the water and waited for her to start the conversation. She chatted through what he had put on his form before asking him if he wanted to continue and when he said “yes”, she reminded him that was his last opportunity to back out and leave. She indicated the dish on the table; ‘leave your fee there and remove your street clothes and leave them on the chair. You won’t need those until you I permit you to return to the real world’, she said; ‘once you are ready to begin come into the nursery.’ Chapter 3 Tony quickly undressed and walked out of the lounge. He wondered which room until he saw a sign on one door saying “Nursery”. The door was closed and he didn’t want to just walk in so he knocked. The door opened revealing Nanny Julia; ‘what took you so long Tonya?’ Tony’s jaw dropped open as he realised she had given him a girl’s name; ‘well I’m waiting?’ Nanny Julia said and all Tony could think to say was; ‘sorry.’ ‘Well you will be young lady’, Nanny said taking his hand and pulling him over to a large changing table. She pushed him onto it so that he was lying on his back. She leaned over him and buckled a wide leather strap over his chest pinning his arms to his sides; ‘just to stop you falling off’, she said. She reached up to a shelf and pushed a pink dummy into his mouth; ‘suck on that’, she commanded as she pulled blue latex gloves onto his hands. ‘All visitors to my nursery must undergo a full medical examination’, she said with a smile. She applied lube to her right hand and Tony stiffened as she pushed her index finger into his rectum. The finger moved and twisted inside him and he noticed his cock was stiffening and tried not to think about it. When she was satisfied she opened his urethra and pushed her little finger inside, ignoring his cry of pain. ‘Good. I don’t see any problems’, she said opening a jar of white cream. She liberally smeared his groin including between his legs and then shook talc over the entire area. A disposable diaper was soon taped in place but she hadn’t finished, a second, much larger diaper went over the first and then she removed the strap and told him to stand up. ‘Walk up and down and have a look at yourself Tonya’, she commanded and as he did so he saw in the mirror how the bulk of two diapers caused him to waddle. ‘Now I think you should get dressed, we don’t want you catching cold’, she said indicating a neat pile of clothes as she left the room. The clothes consisted of a white blouse and very short check skirt along with knee length white socks; the school girl look he had mentioned on the contact form. He got dressed and found that the blouse was a tight fit and the skirt didn’t cover the bulk of the two diapers. He had just finished buttoning the blouse when Nanny returned and quickly checked he was dressed properly. She then pushed him against the wall and soon he was bound to hooks he hadn’t noticed by pink ribbons. Her hand brushed the diaper and it crinkled under her pressure. She smiled as she felt his erection. As he opened his mouth to say something the dummy fell out and she scolded him. Instead of putting it back she pushed a rubber gag in its place and this time strapped it in place. He soon found out it was hollow when she pushed a tube into it and connected it to a bottle hanging from the ceiling. When she turned the tap liquid flowed slowly into his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow it. He didn’t know how much he drank; but it took many minutes before the flow finally stopped. He didn’t know at the time that it contained a diuretic; he would find that out later. Nanny Julia removed the gag and replaced it with the dummy and this time she tied it around his head with a pink ribbon before sitting down, picking up some papers and starting to read; ignoring him. After a short time Tony felt his bladder telling him it needed relief and he remembered he was wearing a diaper but standing up he found it impossible. Nanny sensed his frustration, she put the paper down; ‘does my little Tonya need a pee?’ and Tony nodded. She untied him and bent him over the changing bench. The strap went over his back to hold him down and she also tied his ankles to the supports. ‘That should make it easier’, she said, going back to her reading. In this bent position it did indeed prove easy for Tony to pee and once he started he found he couldn’t stop and the flow seemed to go on forever. He felt the hot liquid flooding around his groin and found it quite sensuous. Nanny Julia seemed to sense when he was finished and she released him and removed the dummy. ‘Thank you Nanny, that was really good’, Tony said, assuming the session was over; although without his watch he had no idea of how much time had passed. Nanny ignored him and told him to remove his clothes and get back on the bench. She stripped off the two diapers and wiped him clean with baby wipes. She took a folded towel from the shelf; ‘this is a 60” terry diaper’, she said as she expertly folded it into a kite shape and slide it under his bottom. Four safety pins held it in place and then she removed the strap. The soft material stirred Tony’s cock and his mind went back to sitting reading the story back at home. He wasn’t concentrating on what she was doing; but when he did he found she had secured him to the bench with a cocoon of pink rope, covering his chest, arms and legs. He started to say something but his words were cut off by a latex bag shoved into his mouth which she quickly pumped up filling it completely. As she buckled a blindfold over his eyes the last image he had was of her wicked smile. ‘Now it seems to me Tonya you have been a very naughty child’, he heard her voice say. ‘You have been having some very disturbing thoughts which are not normal I have to say; and we will have to do something about them.’ Tony assumed this was all part of her act, but part of him wasn’t so sure but bound as he was there was nothing he could do about it. He felt pressure from her hand on the towelling diaper and his cock immediately responded. For about twenty minutes she manipulated his cock inside the diaper, frustrating his pleas for relief. He had never waited this long for a climax, but when it finally came it felt like it went on forever and the rush of pleasure was immense. Nanny left him for a few minutes to recover and then removed the blindfold. He watched as she gently unpinned the diaper exposing his hairy groin now covered in milky white semen. She wiped him clean with a dry section of the towel and used baby wipes to complete the process. Once she had finished she untied him and removed the gag. ‘There are fresh towels in the shower, please help yourself and come back when you are finished Tony’, she said seemingly indicating the session was over. He showered quickly; unsure what time is was as his watch was outside with his own clothes. When he was dry he wrapped a small towel around his waist and returned to the Nursery. The door to the hall was closed and he went to open it to get his clothes and realised there was a problem when he found it locked. He turned to find Nanny standing with her hands on her hips and a frown on her face. ‘The session is only over when I say so’, she said softly but the way she said it told him he had made a mistake. ‘Let me explain how this works from now on’, she said sitting down in the chair. ‘This session was a trial, not for you to try me but the other way round. When I find a suitable client they become mine and believe me you are a suitable client. You thought by using a made up name and a gmail account you could be anonymous but IP addresses can be used to find your location and from that lots of personal details.’ She proceeded to tell him his real name, Helen’s surname, their own email, addresses and home address. Tony sat on the bench, not sure what to say. ‘You enjoyed today’s session’, she said and Tony nodded; ‘so to avoid Helen getting to know; and this room is equipped with several cameras so I can send photos or videos, you will present yourself to me once every two months. You may have been surprised that me fee was so low but subsequent sessions will cost £1,000 and last as long as I desire. I know from your bank emails that you can afford it.’ Tony hung his head not sure what to say but finally, realising she had him by the “short and curlies”, he agreed. ‘In which case the session is almost over; there is just the need for a punishment for trying to leave before I permitted you to’, she said. She made him bend over the bench once more and Tony wondered what she had in mind. He felt her finger enter his rectum and then something thicker was pushed in followed by something else. She told him to stand up and handed him a pair of white pants. ‘These training pants’, she said, ‘you might need them; now get dressed!’ She unlocked the door and he dressed quickly before she changed her mind. ‘You probably won’t make it home in time before the laxative in your arse works its magic’, she said with a laugh, closing the door to the flat behind him. She was right; part way home he suffered severe cramp and felt something slip from his arse. The absorbent pants contained the leakage but later a second fart expelled more material and he felt his trousers were slightly wet. When he got home and cleaned himself up he found an email on his real account; it was from Nanny giving him a deadline for booking his next session.

It was like something out of a Stephen King novel. A strange, twisted version of Misery.Except Misery was already twisted. Did this count as more or less twisted? A horror novel against... whatever this was?"This is still pretty twisted," Alex thought as he stared around what now made up his bedroom. He was locked in a high walled crib, which itself was surrounded by a playing mat, blocks, a high chair, and, he shuddered remembering, a changing table. To some degree, it was a scenario he was familiar with, one he had written about many times, and even played out a few. What made this different was that this was no longer a game. And, oddest of all, as if pushing the strangeness of the whole scenario home, he turned to the back wall. There, in swirling, glittering and star studded writing, was his name. Or, his name as his captors knew it, "ABAlex."He winced looking at it. However, it was still better then what was on the other side. THAT he didn't even want to think about.His outfit matched the room perfectly well. He had a cardigan sweater, black t shirt, collar and long stockings which would almost look punk rock if it weren't for their designs. The t shirt was decorated with colorful cats, and the only aspect of his odd outfit that seemed to match were the pink polka dots on both his sweater and socks. He put a hand to his neck. The collar was far from the decorative ones people wore for fashion, though he supposed it could pass as one in public. He had already been shown how well a leash could be locked onto it, and the annoying invisible wall and shocks he'd run into where ever his masters decided to set them. He had tried numberous times to take it off, but that only resulted in punishments reminder of how futile it was. And, finally, there was the coup de grace of the outfit, the one thing that removed any chance of the rest of his clothes being passed off as normal, and the one thing that turned any possible rebellious or punk themes of it into a sick joke. A diaper, pink and thick enough to force his legs apart, was uncovered and taped firmly on. At this point he knew better then to mess with those tapes. He blushed as he did almost every time he looked at it or thought of it, a fact his masters knew well and exploited as much as possible.He heard a key turn in the outwardly locked door in the corner. In strode a tall, well dressed man. He had short cropped blond hair and was smiling broadly."Well hello there little ABAlex, how you feeling?""My names not..." Alex felt his anger boiling up. "WHY WOULD MY NAME BE AN ACRONYM FOR A FETISH?" Alex instantly regretted shouting. In his first week he had learned to try to hold back his anger and frustration with his captors. However, it constantly built up inside him, and still came out in outbursts. Making matters worse was their seeming unwillingness to acknowledge that he even WAS a captive, and their misuse of his pen name drove the point home. Did they really think ABAlex DLAlex was a name? Or was this some bizarre joke?"HEY! YOU DON'T SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!" the man said, shaking a finger."I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Alex pleaded.The man folded his arms and looked expectantly. "I'm sorry what?" He said.Alex cringed again. "I'm sorry... Daddy." He finally finished. He was one of a few people Alex now had to call such names. There was also a 'mommy," a few aunts and uncles, and babysitters. Like a child, he only ever used their titles, and sometimes portions of their names. He wasn't sure if the names he was given were real or not, he seemed to remember hearing "Daddy" was named "Mike.""Good baby. Now, sit up and let me check your diaper."Alex winced. "Its clean," he said, trying to avoid the humiliating patting down that normally came after.The man came up anyway, pulling Alex up from sitting to his knees, and began patting it."I said its clean!"'Silly baby, you think if we can't trust you to be out of diapers, we'd trust you to tell us when it was used?" He ruffled Alex's hair.Alex could only blush as the man seemed to take extra time to confirm his diaper wasn't used. He finished patting it, then bent Alex over and but his head near his back, and finally pulled the top out on both sides before letting it snap back to Alex's waist."Good baby! You managed to keep it clean! It seems you were lucky with your guess." He ruffled Alex's hair again. Alex could only groan. "Now, how is your story coming?""Uhhh..." Alex stared down at the blank sheet of paper, too afraid to answer. The man pulled it from his hands.'NOTHING!? You've been here an hour!"'I know Daddy! I'm sorry, I just can't think!""You spoiled little..." The man sighed. "Now look, I know you like to play these games and get in trouble, but we really do need you to work. Thats the deal- your dream life, but you write to pay for it. You don't want a repeat of what happened last time you refused to right, do you?" He changed from a condescending smile to an inquisitive look. "Do you?"Alex groaned inwardly. He had just laid out the final indignity of the entire situation. Not only was Alex a captive, but he was forced to pay for his own captivity. He was ordered to write kink stories for hours every day, which were then sold online. As long as Alex kept going, they spent the money on more childish toys and clothes for him to add to his embarrassment. But if he stopped... he shook his head. The last time he stopped, they stopped buying diapers for a week. He ended up locked in the same set of diapers and plastic pants for days, struggling in an uncomfortable mess until he finally produced something worth selling, then he had to wait or shipment... He didn't want to repeat that, especially not with the rash that followed. The fact that his "Daddy" seemed to think he might actually want it and be trying to get it again terrified him."I don't want a repeat Daddy," he said. "And I don't like to play these games! I told you, I don't want this at all! It was all just stories! I'm not acting up to 'get in trouble," I really don't like it here!"The man laughed. "Suuure. Of course not." He patted Alex's head. "Silly ABAlex. We know what you want. You love your pampers. After all, you wrote about them a thousand times.""BUT ITS NOT WHAT I WANT!""Thats enough. We gave you what you wanted. You live your dream, but you have to produce stories to pay for it. Now, keep writing, or you'll spend another week in stinky diapers. Is that what you want, you little brat? You certainly wrote about it enough, and alllways had the AB's whining just like you are now. You know we have to put up with the smell too!""No! I don't want that!""You always said that but it always happened. Just admit it, write the stories and have fun in your huggies.""Huggies? I thought you said they were pampers daddy," Alex said with mock innocent.The man glared. "Are you going to listen or will I have to really punish you?"Alex stopped. He wasn't going to win this argument. This is why safety words are important, he thought. They didn't seem to want any though. "I'll write the stupid story," he grumbled.'Good. Don't be a brat. We are doing what you want, you have to pay back somehow."Alex stuck his toung out. That, at least, was a childish enough response to be accepted.The situation had begun a few months back the first time Alex had attended an ABDL convention. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it. It was a new thing for him, but he had talked to others who had gone and it seemed fine. However, that night would change his life in ways he wouldn't dreamed of....Alex walked through rows and rows of stalls in the massive gymnasium turned abdl convention. There were diapers everywhere, some uncovered, others hidden by babyish onesies and short skirts. Alex looked down at his own clothes. Jeans, a shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. He almost felt under dressed. Should he have bought something and dressed up for this? He supposed he could have at least worn something pink. Would a diaper have been too much? A lot of people seemed to be wearing them. However, he'd still be wearing one in public, a big no in his mind. There was also having to bus and walk all the way to the convention... It couldn't have happened.He looked at the signs on the stalls, and found one for writers. He walked toward it. There was a group standing around it, some of them talking, others passing around bundles of paper or signing them. He was still nervous. Was there point in going? Its not like anyone would even know who he was... or would they? They were there specifically for ABDL stories, and he had been writing for a while... Still though, he doubted it. He wasn't sure what was worse, having people recognize him, or be confused as to why he was there while more prominent artists were praised. He swallowed his fear, and walked forward."Hi... I'm Alex," he said shyly. He had signed up for this area, but how should he approach it? It was not like people would really know who he was?"Oh, are you one of the writers?" a brown haired girl with a clipboard said."Yes. Alex. Umm... it might say ABAlex.""OH!" she looked through her list. "Yes, right here.""Don't you need ID or something?""What? In case someone is pretending to be a sissy who writes stories about messy diapers for a living? No, I don't think so.""ITS NOT-""Now now, don't have a tantrum and fill your pampers. The changing room is on the other side of the floor, and from what I've heard your diaper butt isn't exactly fragrant.""THE AROMA OF MY BACKSIDE IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!" Alex sighed. "I don't write for a living, its just a...""Oh, so a diaper filling baby who can't even make money off of his stories? Thats MUCH better.""ITS A HOBBY! And I'm not wearing a diaepr!""Oh, you aren't?" She glanced down at his waist. "Thats irresponsible. We don't want you making a mess on the floor. This better not be one of your kinks, wetting yourself in your so called 'big boy clothes' before being forced into diapers. You've certainly wrote about that enough, Mr. ABAlex.""Its not... wait, you read my..."Alex was cut off by a hand on his shoulders. He turned to see a tall blond haired man."I'm sorry, did I just hear that ABAlex wasn't wearing a diaper?""Yes, that's true," the woman said."And why not?" the man asked Alex.Alex blushed. Since when should he have to explain why he, a full grown man, WASN"T wearing a diaper? "Well I uhh... its not really a thing, I just write about it...""Liar. We all heard your stories." There was some mumbling in agreement. Alex looked around, being uncomfortably aware of a group of people surrounding him, all watching and seeming to agree with the strange man's assessment.Another woman, this one a red head wearing a 50-s style dress, came up and grabbed Alex's other shoulder. "This is probably just a game for him. In all his stories he starts off without diapers and is made to wear them. Its probably what he wants, isn't it, ABAlex.""No! Those are just stories! I'm not a baby!""Isn't that what he always says? You deny it, then are forced into submissive training, or brought to a pageant..." another from the crowed said. Alex became more and more nervous as he realized he was being ganged up on."Or spanked by the babysitter," the woman said. Alex gulped when he noticed she had taken a paddle out from her pocket.Alex turned around and walked backwards away from them, trying to put space between hem but not look like he was running. "Guys, guys, I appreciate that you read my stuff, but those are all just stories! Its a hobby...""So your hobby is writing horrible stories about grown men and woman in diapers? Really? It might have been better to just admit you are a baby who needs diapers yourself.""Barely writes at that. Your posting output is certainly not responsible to your fans. Definitely better to admit you're a baby, then you'd have an excuse. Need breaks from writing for diaper changes?"Alex laughed, hoping it was a joke. "No no, I actually don't wear....""Oh? Never? So if I look at your profile I will find no evidence that makes you a liar? You know what happens to liars in your own stories? It involves soap, in case you've forgotten."Alex gulped. "RARELY use them.""So you do wear diapers then?" another asked."Ummm... sometimes..."The man grabbed him again. "And you didn't think that if you were coming to a DIAPER convention full of people wearing DIAPERS and people who are fans of your stories about DIAPERS, you shouldn't have worn a diaper? If anything for your fans? Seems irresponsible.""You're actually a fan!?" Alex cut off the question realizing how silly it was to suddenly be happy about that. "Welll... you're not wearing a diaper either!"The man shook his head. "I don't write about myself filling them. I also don't have people waiting to see me in a diaper and baby clothes.""Th... there are people wiating to see me?" What could THAT mean?The man suddenly smiled. "Its ok little one. All just a joke. Here, can we take a picture with you?""Umm... I guess so...""Good. Drink this while we do. For effect, you know." He handed Alex a bottle of baby milk.'I don't..." Alex realized he didn't want to start THAT conversation again. He drank from the bottle as they lined up behind him....And that was all he remembered. Next thing he knew he was waking up in a crib, wearing a diaper and a onesie, and staring up into the smiling faces of the same blond man and red haired woman, who he now knew as "mommy" and "daddy."Alex snapped back to reality.The man, now his "Daddy," had turned around at the door."Almost forgot," he said. He returned and picked Alex up, then sat at the edge of the crib and placed Alex in his lap. He took out a bottle of juice. "Can't let the baby go without drinking, can we?""Is there something in this?" Alex asked. He had been suspicious for a long time that they put things in his drinks. Some would make him fall asleep, letting them walk him around in a stroller as he napped and others cood, some would keep him awake, letting him write stories more often, some weakened his muscles so people could 'play' with him, then there was whatever they had given him at the convention, but the worst... He'd have trouble arguing against them, since they denied giving it to him and they featured so heavily in his stories."Hush, don't be silly," his daddy said as he put the bottle to Alex's lips."Uh huh," Alex said sarcastically, but drank anyway. There was no point in arguing. He drank quickly, wanting it to be done. At the end, he could already feel a cramp in his stomach confirming his suspicion. The man patted Alex's back as if burping him, and Alex blushed at the extra moment of babyish treatment. His 'daddy" then set him back down in the crib, kissed him on the forehead and told him to get to work, a shaking finger implying the "or else."....Alex remembered the first day here very clearly.He had sat up very quickly, looking around and confirming that he wasn't dreaming. He reached down to his waist, confirming his suspicion the he was in fact diapered. The embroidered onesie covering it, bright pink and with sparkles spelling "princess" across his chest, wasn't much better then the diaper."Little Lexis awake! Awww the baby seems startled!" the woman said."Please tell me where I am?" Alex asked."Mhmmm. Don't worry, little ABAlex. You are home now, where you belong. We all know that you wanted to be a baby, and the big people world was too much for you. So, enough of that, now you get to write stories and play all day, exactly like you wanted.""What?! NO! Is this a joke? How did you do..." he was cut off as a pacifier was shoved in his mouth."Now now, don't through a tantrum or you are going to get a spanking. You can pretend to be upset if you want, you'll get the punishments you always write about. We all know what you are.""No!" Alex stood up and climbed out of the crib. He tried to run for the open door. He was surprised to find the strangers hadn't tried to stop him. Just as he reached the door, he slammed into something and fell backwards. He got up and moved toward it again, this time slower. He hit a wall as the collar neared the door.The man appeared behind him and hooked a leash onto his collar. "Silly baby. Think we'd just leave that open? We can set a wall for your collar wherever we want it. Normally we will give you more room, but we figured you should find out how it works." He closed the door in Alex's face, then locked it and pocketed the key. "This door can lock from either side anyway."The woman stood beside him and took a hold of his leash. "Now, crawl toward me! Come to mommy!" She began backing away while curling her finger to signal him forward.Alex was panicking. He reached for the leash and collar, trying to undo either but finding it impossible. The leash was locked to the collar, and the collar seemed to be sewn on, almost one piece. Not wanting to endure the humiliation of being lead crawling on a leash, Alex stood up and pulled at it...And fell right back down, feeling a slight, but annoying, shock."Yes, thats the other thing we can do with your collar. Now crawl to mommy," she said, and Alex followed, whining but obediently crawling like a trained puppy. Or a baby girl, he realized.Once they reached the crib, she sat down in front of him. "Now, I know this is your first day, but we can't let you get away with such misbehavior. So, i am going to give you a spanking. If you come over my lap and let me do it without struggling like a good little baby girl, I'll go easy on you. If you fight and I have to force you, and I can with the collar, it will be much worse. OK?"Alex considered his options. Go over her lap, obey like a passive little lamb, humiliating himself with his own weakness or stand up for himself and inevitably get it worse?"I'm waiiitting..." the woman said in a cheery voice.Alex winced. She was half his size, in reality it would be no competition. She din't even seem to be older then him. And yet he was expected to obey her and degrade himself at her whim? Be HER baby and submissive? SHe was patting her lap expectantly, as if knowing the outcome. He was going to get it either way, he knew, and he had already crawled for her.Feeling upset at himself, Alex stood up and willingly lay over her lap."As I expected," She said. "Little sissies can't argue against their mommies or fight for themselves, that's why they need to be taken care of. What a good little sissy baby you are, a good princess."The first spank on his diapered behind had made Alex yelp. They got worse and worse, until Alex was bawling and crying over her lap, begin spanked to tears by someone half his size and too much of a sissy to stand up for himself. At least, that is what he knew it would look like. She had finished his punishment by cradling him in her lap and kissing him as he drank from a bottle, rocking him until his tears stopped. Alex had known at that point it would be almost impossible to ever argue he wasn't what they said he was. He would try, though.That was the beginning of his new life. A seemingly endless stream of humiliations, bizarre outfits and punishments had followed. He was spanked constantly for the smallest misbehavior, then sent to the corner or locked in his high chair to think about his actions. He was diapered constantly, usually wearing childish onesies or dresses along with them. The times he was allowed in public he was given slightly more passable clothing, but still spent most of his time wondering if anyone noticed his bulging undergarments. The smell of diapers surrounded him constantly and filled his room, whether it was combined with the smell of talcum power or something much worse depended on the day. He had learned to avoid crawling near the diaper pail very early on, almost as much as what was on the far wall. THAT he didn't even want to think about. Every part of his life aside from the writing, from the way he was fed, to the way he was talked to, to the way he was put down for his bedtimes and the toys and games he had all matched his new lifestyle. He considered himself lucky his masters thought video games were "childish."Alex had spent weeks hoping it was some kind of joke, perhaps another one of Kacey's pranks. He had tried to escape numerous times, but between locked doors, people always watching him, and the collar that seemed to function as both a wall and a tracking device, he had realized it was almost impossible. Any attempts to argue or fight his way out were just passed off as him deliberately being 'naughty' to get the kink style punishments they assumed he wanted. At this point Alex wasn't sure if they really believed it or were just saying this.At the same time, Alex's output had increased. His new masters had found dozens of ways to make money off of it, everything from a paetron to commissions and exclusive stories for sale, all penned by Alex, and almost all about his own humiliation. This seemed to be part of their own argument too. Whenever Alex pointed to old comments he made about not wanting an ABDL lifestyle as it would be unfullfilling, they pointed to his stories. He had a career, they said, and an arguably successful one. That definitely made up for the rest. If anything, this career was more creative, and let him express himself. When there was extra money, they even took him on trips, flying to other countries and making outings where Alex squirmed and struggled to keep his diapers hidden, but at least in places he wanted to go. It was exactly what he had been talking about. ABDL life, but still a complete life. Alex had not come up with a counter argument, and he doubted they really cared....Alex was once again brought back to reality, this time by a cramping in his own gut."No..." he whispered. He always hated this part. All the rest would almost be passable in comparison. It was the part he argued the most against, but the part his masters seemed the most adamant about.It was coming up quickly. They DEFINITELY had given him something. They must have, he thought.Alex tried to hold it back. He didn't know when they would be back to see him, and he didn't want to sit in it longer then necessary. However, he knew his struggles were pointless.He tried to concentrate on something else. He stared at the pad and pencil, trying to think of something to write. Instead, all he could think of was the growing pain in his stomach.Another cramp came. Involuntarily he jerked up on his knees and stuck his bottom out. A long, loud gush came out from his backside and into his diaper. He groaned, and began pushing. A series of noises came out with each push as his diaper became fuller and fuller. He blushed at each one. They had radios in his room, he knew, and could hear each one. He was certain part of whatever they were giving him deliberately made his mess louder. He held his breath against the smell that came from behind him. And smellier, probably. Well, if that is what they wanted... Alex turned his backside to face the large white teddy bear he knew had a radio in. He brought his backside as close to it as possible, pushed and with a loud "BRAPPPT" he finished filling his diaper right where they would hear it. It was a petty kind of revenge, he knew, and probably worse for him then it was for them. However, if he had to use his diapers, perhaps he could at least make anyone listening jump. Almost on cue, the door opened again. Alex was relieved at first, thinking he'd get a change. Then he turned pale, remembering he had yet to write anything."Hey ABAlex! How are you doing? Have you been a good little girl?" It was his "mommy" this time. His masters seemed to go back and forth between refering to him as a 'baby boy' and 'baby girl,' presumably thinking a sissy counted as somewhere in between. His mommy, however, always preferred the later.She spoke to him in the same sickly sweet tone she always used for him. Unlike his "Daddy," who would openly talk about what was happening as a kink and Alex as an adult in diapers, his "Mommy", never dropped the pretense that he was, in fact, a baby girl. She was the first to cuddle or coo over him, but at the same time, she was often the most malicious. She seemed to delight in watching him blush at her tone as she passed off the most degrading commands as normal, and the first to find reasons to 'discipline' him. She preferred that word over 'punish' as the man said, as she enjoyed the idea that it was for his own good. She couldn't spank as hard as Daddy did, but she had more then one way to make up for it."Y... yes mommy," he said."Hmmm... you don't sound to confident. Hows your story? And let me check your diaper.""Ummm, I need a change mommy!" He said, hoping to stay on the topic that, while humiliating, would not get him punished.'Oh? A change of what? I'm not sure what you are talkiing about."Alex pouted. She always made him say it. "I need a diapie change please mommy.""And why is that? Tell me. Why do I need to change your diaper?""Because..." Alex blushed. "Because its stinky, mommy. I have a stinky diaper.""Why? Say it all and ask nicely now. You don't get to demand changes. You can beg, and mommy decides.""Mommy, my diaper is stinky because I messed it. Can I get a diapie change please?""Better. Now, do big girls mess their diapers?""No...""Who does?"Babies do.""Say it again properly."'Mommy, my diapie is stinky because I am a baby and messed it. Can I get a change please?""Better. And the answer is no.""WHAT!?"She smiled broadly, then grabbed his arms and helped him stand up. "Silly baby!" she said. "You really can't tell when your messy or not, can you? Even daddy was talking about it.""Wh...waht?" Alex was confused.She reached behind him and patted his bottom hard, making him cringe at the feeling. "See? All clean. No need for a diaper change."Alex turned pale as he realized what she was doing.She sat on the crib and pulled Alex down onto her lap, facing him. Alex cringed again as he was forced to sit in his mess, and even more so as she began to bounce him and pat his bottom. "Silly baby girl. We all know babies can't tell when they fill their pampers or not, that is why they need them. You know what? From now on, just let Mommy or Daddy check them and tell you when your messy, ok?"Alex pouted at having this other freedom stripped from him."Anyway, it hasn't been long enough.""What?"She held up his blank writing pad. "See? You haven't even had time to finish your story. There is no way you'd have time to need a diaper change before you had time to finish your story.""What do you ... Oh, I get it." Alex stared at her, unable to hide how unimpressed he was.She didn't seem to mind. "Good baby. Now, about your story..."She sat him down on his bottom, once again making him wince at the feeling. Worse still was the way she had him facing. She did it deliberatly he knew, making him stare at the one thing he tried to avoid the most.'Maybe this will encourage you, little ABAlex" she said, confirming what Alex had thought. She put a pacifier in his mouth. "Now, no talking. No more distractions, no moving or turning around until you are done. You wouldn't want us to have to USE one of those again, would you?"Alex shook his head sadly. She kissed him and walked out happily. Alex looked up at what he had never wanted to see. The far wall was by far the worst of it all, even if it was the one part that didn't fit the babyish theme of the rest of his life.That wall was a large part of the reason he didn't fight back as much as he would if. It stood out clearly, was the only thing that wasn't pastel colored, pink or baby blue. Instead it was a deep red. It, according to his masters, was his 'punishment' wall. That is, when the regular childish punishments- hand spankings, corner times, etc.- weren't enough. It was cover with ropes, chains, paddles and whips, with bondage equipment and machines around it. He had been put through almost all of it at one point to another, twisted into convoluted positions, held in place for hours, or given spankings far worse then his owners's could with their hands. Of everything there, it was the part he wished he could convince them he really did not like, but the part arguing against seemed to confirm his kinks the most for them. So there he was, stuck in a crib, sitting in a messy diaper, facing a wall of bondage equipment, and knowing full well the only way to get out of the crib, get his diaper changed, or avoid the bondage equipment would be to write a story which would be used to fund more locks, diapers, and punishment toys. 'Oh well," he thought. Nothing would come from fighting at this point. He supposed in a way it was what he had said he had wanted... and writing the stories was, in an odd way, fulfilling. He couldn't deny he had an abdl kink, he just never expected it to come so strongly.He needed to think of something. He had been writing story after story for weeks, and was low on ideas. He needed a kink story about someone being treated like a baby or a girl.He suckled his pink pacifier, hoping it would help him think.Often his most popular involved using diapers....He squirmed in his own uncomfortable mess, and crinkled his nose at the smell....Or had punishment, embarrassment or forced aspects to it....He stared at the wall of paddles and ropes.How would he think of a story like that?...Eventually, after considering what to do, he decided what to write. He wasn't supposed to tell anyone what was happening, but most people would take it as a joke anyway. He started writing with "I was like something out of a..."PS: Help! Please, they let this out because I told them people would think its a joke! Help me!PPS: Hahah that was just a silly joke. Even though this story perfectly matches what I always write about and what I truly, deeply want, it is not happening right now. No need to worry or set up search party. Definitely don't look for hidden meanings or messages, say, by reading the first letter of each line after "Alex remembered the first day here very clearly.PPPS: PLEASE DEAR GOD THIS IS NOT A JOKE SOMEONE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY I SWEAR It...PPPPS: All a joke. Move on.

Blackness surrounded her. She struggled, but was unable to move. Ropes dug into her limbs, pulling her and twisting her into cramped crouched position on her side.Worse, she had no idea where she was or why.Gabriela thought she was moving. It was more of a guess then anything, however, as the thick cushioning around her hid any vibration and she couldn't hear the sound of an engine. It was more of a hope, that she was travelling somewhere and would be allowed out when she got there.The only problem was she wasn't certain if she really wanted to be where she was going. She had undergone her training, really more of a series of punishments, and been sold. She knew that much. After that... nothing. She imagined she had been drugged with something. Even stages of her training were blurry and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to remember them. Owners were notoriously different in how they took care of their subs. Some were loving and kinds, others were harsh and cruel, with all levels in between. Gabriela imagined whoever now owned her wanted her disoriented and confused, and the plan was working.Finally something seemed to change. The air smelled a bit fresher, and felt cooler. She heard creaking. She still couldn't see anything, but felt hands reach down and grab her. She was pulled out of her confined and untied. They put her on her feet, and she stumbled until she was grabbed by both arms and held up. Finally, a blindfold she wasn't aware she was wearing was pulled off her face. She blinked quickly, unused to the sunlight, and tried to look around.She was facing a farm, she realized. There were acres of field of her covered with rows of corn. In the distance she saw a large, three story house built with white paneling and brick. Beyond that was a series of large steel barns surrounded by animals. She turned around behind herself to see a row of houses. Finally, there were several large men around her, who all seemed to be focusing on a single woman in a dark suit. The woman was holding a riding crop, she realized with a gulp. Gabriela was suddenly aware that she was entirely naked.The woman in front of her smirked. "A bit scared, are you? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have lots of fun." The others all laughed at her. "As long as you can behave, that is. You, my little one, are going to be my star attraction."She walked up to Gabriella and began inspecting her, grabbing and pinching at her flesh. "You certainly seem to be in good shape," she said. She kept looking at her, then sniffed the air. "You smell though." She fingered the sweat that had been building up on her when she was locked up. "You smell like a pig. Don't you, little piggy?"She stared at the woman blankely.'Well?" She snapped the riding crop at her thighs. "Answer!""Yes! Yes I do!" She whined, terrified."Good piggy. What do you smell like?""A piggy.""Good. Say it. Say your a pig and oink for me."'I'm a pig I'm a pig! Oink oink!" Gabriela was confused and frightened. This was not something she had expected or had been trained to do, and she responded as quickly as she could to avoid the crop. The other's laughed, and she wondered if perhaps it was a joke of some kind. She stared around, eyes pouting and pleading for some explanation. Instead they laughed more as her face turned red at what she had been forced to do.'Good girl. Yes we are going to have a lot of fun. But first, we need to get you ready. I'm afraid you're training hasn't quite prepared you for what we do here. I always thought it lacked in some areas. But we can fix that, can't we?""Yes, ma'am," she gave the reply her training had made instinctual. She smiled. "At least you're obedient. Maybe its a good thing they didn't train you for this, it makes it more fun for me." The woman reached into his pocket and pulled out a collar. It was thick and black, but decorated with pink hearts. A set of steel tags dangled from the front. She reached around behind her neck and attached it. She then turned something, and she heard a snap. She drew back his hand to show a key, which he put into his pocket. "We won't be needing this," she said. As she said that, Gabriela felt one of the men behind her sewing an extra piece over her collar. It really wasn't coming off, she realized as a pit formed in her stomach.'This collar marks you as my own. I am your mistress, you are my property. The collar won't come off and it is reinforced with wiring, so don't even try to cut it. There is a tracker inside it, so we always know if you try to run away." She fingered the tags in front of her. "These give all the information anyone needs if they find you, including how to bring you back to me, what you are going to be called, how you are to be kept when found, and how you are to be punished. You don't need to know what it says, any more then a pet dog or cat would ever know what her tags say. Believe me, you don't want any of that enacted, and if it does, we have more permanent ways to mark you. You don't want to be branded, do you?""N- no ma'am!" she said, shaking.Sje smiled. "Good. Now, if you behave well, this won't be too hard for you. However, cross me..." she held the riding crop up "and it will get much worse. Understood?""Yes ma'am!""Good. Now, come with me." Her mistress attached the end of a leash to her collar, then turned around and began to walk away. Gabriella tried to follow her, but one of the men around her forced her down to her knees. She didn't move for a moment, then the leash tightened and forced her forward. The woman turned back and smirked as she began to crawl after her, naked except for her leash and collar, and slipping in the mud. Even with the training she had gone through, the idea of strangers seeing her crawl around, naked, sweaty and dirty was horrible. For a moment she almost wished she was back at training, where at least she was indoors, with people she knew and doing things that had become familiar. She remembered those days- the constant embarrassment and pain, how she wished to finally be done and moved on to her owner- ironic that she now was craving it.Her new owner led her down a long drive way toward the house she had seen. She must have been rich, she realized, as it was far larger then any farm house she had seen. As they got closer, however, he turned and led her down a different path. Gabriela glanced toward the house, confused, but didn't dare raise the question. He training had taught her not to speak unless spoken too, and hundreds of hard lashes came back to her at even considering doing otherwise. It was only as the turned around the corner of the house that she realized with increasing dread they were heading toward the barns. The smell of animals hit her at once, and she almost choked. She prayed that she wouldn't be expected to live there, among the animals and filth... but worse things had happened to subs. She sighed and went through a mental list of all the horror stories she had been told, all the things that could happen, all the placed she could go if she didn't behave and should be happy she wasn't going to. It was a method she had been taught to behave for her masters. People who lived solely to be punished, spanked and whipped hundreds of times a day and force fed garbage food before being left to sleep in bondage. Boys who were treated as girls for all purposes, with details that left all the males listening in near tears. People being locked in the same diaper for days, living and sleeping in their filth until the smell and the rash became unbearable. She had experienced portions of a lot of them, and didn't want any more. She couldn't place what was happening on any of the descriptions she had been given, but perhaps that was by design, as many owners wanted what was happening to be a surprise, and the trainers always knew what was best. The exercise helped her. She was here to be his submissive, a role she had been chosen for based on her own behavior and trained to do. It was her job to do as ordered without questioning, no matter how humiliation and painful, and she would do it as her duty. She looked at her new owner, feeling a mix of fear and affection that had been trained into her. She was there to please her. The owner knew best, the owner was in charge, and the sub must obey, she kept telling herself. Nothing else mattered.Finally they reached the barn. She opened a side door and lead her in. Pigs honked all around her, and the smell was far worse then the outside. She cringed as he led her through piles of mud, straw and waste along the floor, and tried not to inhale through her nose. Finally she pulled her into an empty stall, then turned to face her."Enjoying it so far?" her owner asked.'Ye-no---YES ma'am!" she said, trying to decide what he wanted to hear rather then state her opinion. The woman laughed. "You don't have to lie to me. Tell me the truth. What do you think?" "I'm scared ma'am," she said truthfully. "What if I told you this was your new home? Would that make you happy?" "No ma'am," she said, almost in tears. She knew she wasn't supposed to complain. However, she had asked, and hadn't told her what to think. "Awww poor little baby piglet," her mistress reached down and rubbed her head, then cupped her chin and raised her face. "Don't worry. This doesn't have to last. If you show you can behave here, you'll be allowed to live in my house, ok? You can be kept clean, and wander around behind me, cuddling against me and eating beside me. You'll only need to come back here for shows or for punishment. Doesn't that sound fun?" She nodded, truthfully. What he was describing was almost ideal for a sub- to be kept in comfort and coddled, a plaything to be spoiled and cared for by the owner. "Now. As for your outfit. I think it needs to be changed, don't you?" She looked down at her naked body. Before she could respond, the men on either side of her lifted her up. They carried her to the side of the pen, where there was a large shelf, and dropped her on all fours. Her owner reached underneath the shelf where there was a set of small doors. She opened them, and began to take things out. Her mistress held the first object in front of her. It was a large steel plug with a curled tail at the end. A replica pigs tail she realized. "You, my little one, are going to be my baby pig. Understood?" "Yes ma'am," she said in a broken voice, dreading the feeling of the plug. "Now now, from now on my name is Mommy, alright? Mistress also works. And you're new name is going to be Piggy, though I'm going to have fun calling you different names you need to get used to. Alright?" "Yes Mi- Mommy." She said, and her mistress laughed. Mistress reached behind her and slowly slide the plug inside. She cringed as it went in, then sighed in relief when it finally stopped. The intrusion was noticeable, but not painful. She looked back to see a tail seemingly sticking out the back of her, and blushed. Did she have to be a pig? She had been trained to act like a puppy, and a cat, but a pig? The thought made her shiver, and she tried to remind her self of what she owed to her mistress, and how much worse it could be. Somehow, it didn't help much. "Oh, and one fun part about this?" her Mommy took out a controller, which she looked at curiously. She pressed a button, and Gabriela gasped as it began vibrating. "Enjoy that?" She nodded. "Annndd if you're naughty," she pushed another button. A wave of shocks jolted Gabriella, making her squeal until he hit the button again. She lay down panting for breath. "Less fun, eh?" She nodded again and whined. "At least it makes you squeal like a piggy." Her mistress ruffled her hair. Her Mommy then picked her up and turned her over onto her back. Gabriela realized that the other men who had come with her had departed, perhaps convinced her new owner had her under control. "Now, want to guess what is next?" she asked. Gabriela shook her head. The woman reached underneath to pull out a white object. "I did tell you you were a BABY pig, didn't I?" she asked. Gabriela's eyes went wide. It was a diaper, she realized. She had been trained for this, but hadn't expected it after everything else. She turned it over to show the printing on the front, displaying cartoon barn animals each smiling and wearing a diaper. She pointed to a pig. "See? Just like you. Now lift your hips." She groaned and obeyed. This had always been one of the worse parts of her training. Diaper training had always been humiliating, and combined with the rest, it was too much.The woman slid the diaper underneath her and powdered it well, then lifted her ankles up and readjusted before bringing them down. She felt the thickness of the cushion underneath her, then between her legs as the lifted it up and taped it on snugly. It was wider then most of the diapers she had been trained with, she realized. Perhaps to encourage her to crawl like a pig, she thought, shuddering again. She went back to her training and reminded herself of what else she could be doing. "Good baby pig," her Mistress said. She turned her over into crawling position again, then reached into her diaper and pulled something. To Gabriella's surprise, the tail came out through a tiny hole in the diaper, which she realized must have been specially designed for this exact humiliating ordeal. She groaned again. She felt a sharp pain on her thigh and yelped. She looked back to see her Mistress holding the riding crop up. She stared at her in fear. "I don't want to hear that complaint again, Piggy. You are hear under my ownership. You do not get to argue. Whenever I give you something, no matter how humiliating or painful, you will love and cherish it, not groan. Is that understood?" "Yes Mommy sorry Mommy!" She said. She couldn't believe what she had been doing. She had upset her owner on her first DAY. It had been far different then she had expected, but it still didn't bode well for her. "Good. Next time, however, will be far worse. Now, lets finish getting you dressed. Her owner reached underneath the shelves and took out a long piece of pink cloth. Her mistress pulled it over her, and she realized it was a onesie that seemed to combine a baby's pajamas with a pig costume. It fit tightly around her, and seemed to be made out of latex. She tried to fight back the whining at the appearance. Next the took out a bonnet with pig's ears sticking out the top and strapped it under her chin. She held up a pacifier made in the shape of a pig's snout, put it in her mouth and tied it behind her head. This was followed with mittens in the shape of hoofs, and a pair of similar objects he attached to her knees. She wondered at this a moment until he attached a strap to her ankles and tried it to the back of her onsie, leaving her feet in the air and her body balancing on her knees and hands. Finally, her owner picked her up again and set her down on the ground in the mud. She looked around at her surroundings, and her new home. There was a pile of straw in the corner which she assumed would be her bed, and a trough she prayed she wouldn't need to eat from. There was mud and dirt everywhere, and it was impossible to keep clean. Worse of all, there was a mirror leaning in a corner, seeming to exist only for the purpose of showing her how ridiculous she looked. She could have cried at the appearance. Her mistress snapped the riding crop at her. "Crawl!" she said, and Gabriela jumped to obey. It was snapped again, and she yelped. "Crawl!" the woman said again, pointing in a direction. Every time she reached one side of the tiny pen, her Mommy smacked her again, and sent her crawling in a new direction. She rushed each time, panicking and feeling the need to obey. She became filthier and filthier as it happened, and her eyes became wet with tears. Finally her Mommy snapped it again. "Now, roll around in the mud like a pig." She obeyed, now fully crying. "Awww is my poor baby pig sad?" her Mommy asked. She nooded, holding back tears. She whacked her hard with the crop and she yelped. "Well, get used to this for now, you will spend a lot of time here until you prove you deserve something else, and still more time after that for shows." She looked at her owner. Shows? He had mentioned it before. What did he mean? She hoped it wasn't what it seemed. Her mistress seemed to read her mind. "Oh, don't worry, that will become clear soon. See, this isn't just a farm, but a museum of farms. And you, my little piglet, will me my star attraction." She began to panic. She hadn't even thought of that. She was going to go on display? For money? She tried to raise the questions, but the pacifier muffled them. Her mistress snapped the riding crop again. "Now now, no arguing. IF there is one thing they taught you, it was that. But, as for the things he didn't." She croached down beside her. "Even after you've earned the right to live in my mansion, IF you earn the right, you will come back her every weekend, and whenever people are willing to play. You will put on a show for them, crawling around, being punished as they demand whether you deserve it or not, using your diapers like a good baby." She pointed to one corner with his crop. "See that corner? WHenever you use your diapers and earn a change, they will be dumped right there, so you can live next to your own waste like a real pig." Gabriela yelped at that. Next she pointed to the door, and a truck out front. "That truck has raising sides so I can tour around, putting you on display, charging people to see you and to 'play' with you. And I bet you can't wait to find out what 'play' means." She shuddered. "You will earn your keep. And for now...." she pointed to the trough. "That is what you will eat from. You will have a good meal, loaded with plenty of stuff that will ensure you use your diapers not long from now, as I lead you around town to advertise my new exhibit. In fact, lets get started, shall we?" She pulled a lever, and a disgusting mixture of slime and chunks pored out. Gabriela prayed it wasn't just what was fed to pigs, but from the appearance and smell it very well could have been. Her mistress leaned over and sprinkled a jar into it. A laxative, she realized. Her stomach turned at the though. Where had THIS been in the training? "This will help ensure you don't have control over certain functions, I'm sure you can guess which. The only control will be this, and the plug it is attached to." She held up the remote, then reached down and untied her. "Now, get eating." She unhooked the pacifier. Gabriela looked at her pleadingly, and she raised the crop. She crawled forward and stared at the mess in front of her. The smell made her want to gag. She had hoped perhaps it appeared worse then it was for show, but if anything, the opposite seemed to be true. Was this supposed to happen? Masters had a duty to feed their subs. It was never clarified what, but this... SHe looked at it again and almost thew up. "Well? I'm waiting? Don't let them get the laxative or you will regret it." She indicated the other end of the trough with her crop, where Gabriella realized to her horror pigs had began to eat from a different section. IN reality they weren't close, but the thought was enough to make her cringe again. She stared at the food with tears in her eyes. This wasn't what she had been trained for. The diapers were one thing- she had experienced that, and if anything it was the worse she had experienced. Even being treated like some animals was alright, dogs, cats... But pigs? She groaned at the though. Nothing she had done was that humiliating. Then living out in the barn, surrounded by animals, laying in filth, diapered anyway as if to add insult to injury, and paraded around for all to see and PAY for favors? What did that even mean? She began to shake her head. Tears poured from her eyes. Everything in her training told her that it was wrong, that she must obey, but... this was too much. This wasn't what she had wanted at all. "No," she said, shaking after speaking words she never expected to say. "No Mommy I won't. I can't." "Excuse me?" she spoke in a cold, calm voice, and grabbed the crop with both hands. She stared at her, to terrified to speak. As soon as she had said it she knew it was a mistake. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable. It began with shocks coming from the plug. She collapsed moaning to the ground. The shocks continued, and she struggled to get back up but found her muscles were too weak. She felt arms around her. She was picked up, then lain stomach down over something hard. It was her owner's knee, she realized, and she was in position for a spanking. The first blow was enough to make her yelp. A loud THWACK filled the air around her, and a sharp sting made her jump. She dared not struggle, however, as she knew she could only make it worse. The spanks continued on her padded rear, each getting more painful then the last as the soreness from the combined spanking and shocks grew. She lost track of time and had no idea how many she had received when she finally felt a pause. She looked up at her mitress hopefully, but turned back down and sobbed loudly as she felt her undo the back of her onesie and pull down her diaper. She began spanking her again, this time on her bare bottom. The sharp CRACK of her bare skin replaced the dull thud of her diaper, and the pain became sharper. She now screamed and cried out loud with each painful smack. Once again there was a pause, but she didn't even have time to look up when she felt the side of the riding crop pressed against her bottom. Still resigned to her fate, she offered no resistance as the most painful part of her spanking commenced. The feeling was awful. The pain was awful. The humiliation was worse. However, the back of her mind kept telling her she deserved it. She knew better then to disobey her owner. She had learned that over and over again, had it repeated in her mind accompanied by the harshest reminders possible. She knew this was going to happen, and that it was for her own good. She had told herself these things over and over again, and found the idea came easier each time. Finally the spanking stopped, and she turned off her buzzer. She lay crying over her lap. "Will you behave from now on?" her mistress asked, emphasizing her words with another spank. "Yes!" she sobbed. "WIll you ever argue with me again?" "No Mommy." "Willy you be a good little Piggy?" "Yes Mommy! I'll be a good piggy," the tears were still coming down, even more as she realized her own words were true. "Are you sorry? What do you say after a spanking?" "I"m so sorry Mommy! It won't happen again! Please please don't hate me! I promise I'll be good! I'm so sorry!" "Good little Piglet," she said. She pulled her diaper back up, then re did her onesie. She turned the diapered girl over and cradled her in her lap, rocking her as her sobs slowed and her tears dried up. "Good. Now, we can let that one mishap go since its your first day. However, I don't want any more nonsense, you hear? The food we give you may seem bad, but it is made for someone just like you and has all the nutrients you need." "Yes Mommy. I'm so soso sorry Mommy. Ummm, Mommy?" She knew that what she said must be true. She was always taught her master or mistress would take care of her. She must have food that was good for her. "Yes, Piggy?" "Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for showing me how to be a good gi... piggy for you. I know I needed it." She smiled, then kissed her head. "Good Piggy. You are welcome. Now, lets get you fed, shall we?" She nodded, and she placed her down. He pulled her toward the trough with her collar. She stared at it, still trying to fight back the smell, but her mistress pushed her head down. Obediently, she began to eat. Her hands were still on the ground, but she shoved her face in and chomped as best she could, realizing she was getting her face covered in the disgusting gruel. The taste was as bad as the smell had promised. It seemed to be a rough blend of whatever was left over in the kitchen, at times soft and mushy, at times crunchy, at times bland and at times overpowering. Also on her mind were the laxatives that she had seen her mix it in, an especially tough concept given the plug in her bottom and the diaper wrapped around it. "Then that is what I need," she told herself, and kept eating. The food made her want to gag, but she worked through it. She ate until she was full, but her Mommy kept holding her head, and she kept eating. Soon he was petting her and speaking to her soothingly. "Goood Piggy," she whispered "theres a good little piggy." She kept eating, and her mistress pulled the lever to pour more food into the trough. She forced herself to swallow again and again, until finally everything was gone. Her stomach was already cramping, and she felt so bloated it was almost difficult to move. She wanted more then anything to lie down and rest as her stomach handled what she had been fed. Her Mommy, however, had a different idea. "Come on, little Piggy. You need to work off all that food, don't you?" She reattached the piglet pacifier behind her head. She whined but nodded, and her mistress attached a leash to her collar. She braced herself for what he knew must be coming. It was one thing to perform for her owner in private, another to do it in public. He reached under the counter again, this time pulling out a sign on a rope. Gabriella managed to read as she brought it over. "New exhibit- Baby Pig, "Piggy", 1030 am Sunday". She hooked the rope over the collard girl's head head. She pulled on her leash, and her piglet followed obediently. She crawled as fast as he could, but struggled to keep up. Her bloated stomach made it all the worse, as well as the cramping as the massive amount of food and laxatives moved quickly through her system. He took her out the barn and back down the path she had entered. She watched with growing anticipation and despair as the rows of houses got closer and closer. Already it seemed there were people waiting to see. They left the farm amid a chorus of laughter and applause. She blushed, and kept her head down. "No no, Piggy. You're on display. Show them your pretty face! Wave!" She struggled to obey, raising her hand as quickly as she could before the forced movement of her crawling made her stumble. Her stomach ached and let out a loud groan, and she reached back to hold it before being pulled forward again. Her mistress paraded her around the town, attracting a crowed of jeering followers and photo takers. She certainly was getting her advertisement, she realized. It seemed as if everyone for miles saw her. Her cramps were getting worse and worse. The thought of messing her diapers in public was terrible, but one she had been trained for. However, the plug kept it in, and she almost wished for the humiliation of filling her pants over the ache of the laxatives. The walk continued. "How long would it be?" she wondered. Crawling was exhausting, and her arms and legs were getting sore. It was then that she looked up at her mistress. Sh was smiling slyly down at her. It took her a moment to realized why. In her free hand he had the remote, hidden from any angle but her own. She winked at her sub, then hit a button. Gabriella gasped as the plug suddenly shrank inside her. It moved out quickly, leaving her quivering. Worse, it was instantly and uncontrollably followed by a massive pile of sludge pouring out of her. She stumbled and fell, but was pulled forward and struggled to keep up as she gasped and panted through messing her pampers. The response from the audience was massive. Even if they couldn't see her pampers and onesie inflating behind her, the sound was loud enough for anyone to hear, and her reaction made it all the more obvious. If that didn't do it, the smell came soon after, and lingered anywhere she crawled. The audience, for their part, laughed and jeered, snapping pictures and sending them off, a sure sign that her future shows would be far from private. She pouted. It really was worse then she had imagined. However, she knew, there was no point in complaining. It was what she was there for, and she'd do her part. ... Each spank on her bare bottom brought laughter and cheers from the crowed. As before, she was bent over her Mommy's lap, onesie open and diaper pulled down as he smacked. Unlike the first time, however, this spanking was not brought on by her behavior, but simply for the amusement of the crowd. It was a position she had often found herself in, and a crowd favorite. She was thankful that this time, at least, her Mommy wasn't letting them come and spank her themselves. Each blow brought more pain and cries from her, but she didn't even think about struggling. This was what she was here for, she knew, and what she needed. She had realized since arriving that she was part of a kind of carnival of the bizarre, where she was the main attraction. Along with everything he could get from the actual animals, Mommy had made a small fortune on paying costumers coming to see something strange. While some zoos had animals behaving like peopleo- bicycling, doing tricks, drawing pictures- her mistress had much more success with the opposite, people behaving like animals. Add to that the kink factor in her case, and there was a winning combination. People came for miles to see the baby pig woman, with varying emphasis on the 'baby' and the 'pig,' not to mention the 'woman.' She was as likely to find herself in simple baby clothes and diapers, or in a pig costume complete with a mask, or even just her collar. People could pay for any number of things they wanted her to do, even renting her to take on and show off to friends at parties. The worst was when they'd travel, and she'd be locked inside a cage, visible from all angles in whatever humiliating and exposing situation her mistress had cooked up for her. The final blows on her aching bottom brought her out of her thoughts. Another part of her was aching, reminding her of yet another one of the most popular attractions. Her stomach growled and cramped, making her moan. She hoped this one would come soon. Thankfully, her Mommy pulled up her diaper and took out the remote. She sighed in relief. There was a time she'd have been horrified at the prospect of what was about to happen, and a time even before that she'd have fought against it. Now, however, no matter how humiliating and degrading it was, she accepted that it was for the best. Her Mommy's happiness, and the happiness of the viewers, proved it for her. It didn't matter if it embarrassed her, she knew. He clicked a button, and she felt the plug inside her shrink and pop out. Instantly a long stream began to pour from her bottom, accompanied by a loud 'blaarrt.' The crowed ewwed, laughed and cheered as the back of her diaper expanded. She kept pushing, loudly expelling more and more slime into the waiting padding. She had been kept plugged for days now, and the food she was given was specifically designed to provide for loudly and visibly filled diapers for the audience. With the amount she had been aching, this was more a relief then anything else. She had lost all control of her ability to stop, and there was no longer a time when her owner would remove the plug and not find her diaper almost instantly filled. She kept pushing, emitting more noises and laughter from the audience. The smell reached her, piling even above the smell of the animals and filth around her. She felt a hard smack on the back of her diaper, making her yelp. There was another, then another, and she realized her Mommy was giving her another spanking, this time in her full diaper. She winced and held tightly onto her legs. This was more for the humiliation and uncomfort of having her messy diaper spanked, but after the previous punishment, it was still painful. She yelped with each time, and tried to hold back her squirming. With the mess pressed into her, it was all the more noticeable, and it itched horribly. Finally her mistress stopped. "Arlight stinky butt!" she said with one more smack. "Time to eat!" She put the piglet girl on the ground on all fours. This time she needed no encouragement as she crawled forward, her messy padded rear wiggling and swaying for all to see as she approached the trough and shoved her face inside, making as much a mess as she could as she ate. This was the normal expected order. She often was only allowed to mess shortly before feeding. This ensured more used diapers sooner, and provided a necessary break before the change, both of which meant more people watching for longer. At times, she could go hours without a change if Mommy decided it was for the best. She wondered idly if she'd be allowed to sleep in the house tonight. That was happening more and more, and her treatment inside was getting better and better. Her food was improving, and she often had more comfortable beds to sleep in. As with the audiences, her experienced could vary depending on what her mistress wanted, varying from full baby treatment, to full pig, to only a woman, and all in between. However, at all times one thing was certain: she was her's, all her's, and only her's. She heard snippets of her mistress' speech now, giving a time for her diaper change at some point in the future. She didn't bother to listen. She didn't need to know, and didn't have anything to keep track of time anyway. In fact, it was better that she didn't. All she had to do was obey when the time came. It was a lesson she had learned again and again, and now fully understood.

Alex struggled helplessly in his binds. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. The only question was for whom. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he’d see them, or what they intended to use him for. There were several reasons someone could end up in the institute. A scant few were volunteers- people choosing the submissive lifestyle, often for a kink, or out sheer laziness, giving up freedom to be guaranteed food and shelter rather then work their entire lives and risk homelessness. This, in Alex’s opinion, was a poor trade and a worse excuse for a career. Others seemed to think they eventually be guaranteed a place their anyway, and so volunteered. The advantage there was that they could at least pick the manner of their submissiveness, and have some control over who their eventual master was. Had Alex known that would be necessary for him, he’d have taken that route. He shifted uncomfortably in his binds, his arms getting stiff, and his diaper beginning to chaff his spanked bottom. He definitely would have. Alex, for himself, was one of the many who had been chosen against their will. Some of them had obvious reasons for going. They had committed clear crimes, were put on trial, and plea-bargained out of jail or were sentenced directly. They stood out at first in the first days at the institute. Trying to look tough, with tattoos on their arms and glares on their faces, until they realized this just made them all the more ridiculous. Alex was in a final category- those who had no idea at all why he was brought. He had simply went to bed one night after drinking at a bar, blacked out, and woken up already locked and dressed in the institute, with his form of submissiveness and master chosen for him. Many had similar stories, or were dragged from public places kicking and screaming, or got into cabs that went in completely the wrong directions… There was a long list. They were usually given a explanation. Vague allegations of minor crimes, poor behavior, a likeliness of future crimes or failures, internet search histories, having failed some kind of government test- there were plenty. Alex had a mix of these, with the same accusations of brattiness and immaturity that most who ended up in diapers got. They may be true, he knew, but he tended to believe the rumor that the institute simply needed to sell certain number of submissive to operate and did what was necessary to keep going. The government turned a blind eye and the public kept silent less they be chosen- they were fulfilling a needed service, anyway. For Alex, it was hard to argue. They seemed to know everything about him, and his trove of 'secret' stories about similar kinks was brought up time and time again as a reason. Whether they knew about them when they grabbed him or coincidently found out after searching was beyond him. Alex moaned inwardly thinking of it. The struggled slightly, hearing the tissue paper and his diaper rustle, then stopped. He glanced at the paddle beside him. Tauntingly cute looking, but sharp and painful, he had been given a taste of it earlier and threatened with more if he woke anyone up. He was a Christmas present, and just like any other gift supposedly from Santa Clause, he would not be seen until morning. Waking them up would spoil the surprise, and he had been trained to obey. That training itself had been a nightmare. When he first woke up that day long ago, he had no idea what was happening. He had woken up slowly at first, feeling a slight headach, then bolted up when he noticed he was in a strange room surrounded by bars. “No” he had thought, “it can’t be…” IN reality it was obvious- he had long known about the training program, and that the diapered subs were one of options, but like most, he had never thought it would happen to him. When it did, he did everything in his power to deny it to himself. He had quickly glanced down at himself to see he was dressed in bright pink footed pyjamas and a bulky object he later realized was a diaper. He tried to scream out, only to find his mouth full of something he later realized was a pacifier. He tried to remove it, only to find his hands were wrapped in thick, fingerless mittens, leaving them useless. He looked around himself, and confirmed his suspicions. The bars he had once thought were for a cage were in fact part of a crib, and the room was a giant nursery, decorated cutely, with a changing table, high chair, and toys all clearly intended for him. A pit had begun to form in his stomach. A woman, not much older then Alex, came in beaming. He still remembered the first words she said. “Hello, how’s my little baby doing?” She spoke in a sweet, familiar voice, as if he truly was a baby girl and there was nothing strange at all with him being there. The rest of the day had followed suit. He was offered no explanation and given no chance to ask for one. He was carted helplessly from humiliation to humiliation, unable to get out of the arms, baby harnesses and strollers that held him, and unable to speak with the pacifier in his mouth, only leaving it for feedings. That day he wasn’t even treated as a sub, but simply as a baby. Spankings or other punishments weren’t necessary yet- he was too restrained and bewildered to fight, he was simply there to learn his place. He was fed, talked to in baby gibberish or simply ignored, and changed. THAT was a memory that had stuck with him, not because of the teasing or punishment, but because of the lack there of. “Do you smell something?” one has said calmly. “I think the baby has a stinky butt” the other replied with no sign of surprise. “Check him?” Alex was bent over, his onesie undone. “Yep,” then, in the high pitched joking voice used for infants, “has the baby made a stinky? Does she need to get her butt changed? YES SHE HAS! YES SHE DOES!” The lack of mocking and teasing had made it seem all the worse, as if it was something natural that should be expected. The truth was, as he would learn, it soon would be. As Alex was lain on the floor in a main hallway and changed as the pair in front of him talked on as if nothing was wrong, he had even begun to wonder if he really was a baby, and the last few decades of his life were some bizarre dream. It seemed a better option then being a submissive. The real training had started the next day.

So I'm starting a new story based on Kimmy's Keeperverse. This will be a very different spin on things, hopefully everyone will like where I take it. I wanted to add an additional preface now that I have rekindled my spark to write this story. As I originally envisioned this story it will be written in 3 different but intertwined story arcs, so you can expect it to be a long burn, if not necessarily a slow burn. I hope you will all stick with me for this ride. ................................. Ever since she was a little girl, Monica Greene had known that she wanted to be a keeper. In fact if you were to ask her she would gladly tell you that she was destined to be a keeper. Her first memories were around the age of 13 when the whole notion of keepers and pets had hit the mainstream media. Prior to then there had been little public knowledge of the world of keepers and pets, anyone who lived that lifestyle having been dismissed as part of a fetish or kink scene. But all of a sudden there had been a huge wave where thousands of people around the world were experiencing the bond. When major celebrities started showing up crawling down the street on their hands and knees wearing nothing but posh collars on their necks and thick diapers on their rumps the “Bond" as it would become known was suddenly front page news. Monica remembered looking longingly at those news articles in the early days wishing that she could be the one holding that leash and caring for another human as her own pet. The laws around the Bond had at first been non-existent and then slowly evolved to cover areas such as transfer of property and wealth as well as to protect pets from abuse. Sadly one of the earliest laws had decreed that no minor could become the lawful owner of a pet even if they were to experience the bond. At best the parents of said minor would be given the option to adopt the bound pet until such time that the pet and keeper were both of age of majority. Often times however the parents were unwilling to take on this burden as most of these pets were themselves minors and as such had no financial assets or belongings that could be used to support the costs of upkeep. Many of these pets wound up being surrendered to pet orphanages as once they had experienced the bond they became quite helpless which would of course place the extra burden of caring for them on their biological parents, most of whom could not handle it. To make matters worse, once bound these child pets became extremely unruly and subject to extreme behaviors due to the stress of being separated from their keeper. The pet orphanages were few and far between often leading to children being kept hundreds or even thousands of miles from both their biological and bound family. Due to a lack of government funding, the orphanages were often overcrowded and under maintained. With so few families willing to make the journey to visit these lost pets there was nobody to complain of the conditions and so they persisted. The orphanages of course offered adoption programs but the vetting procedures were extremely strict and the fees associated with adoption were often exorbitant. Sadly there was an extreme level of premature deaths in these facilities, often times it would be the pets themselves that found a way to end their extreme loneliness. There were also legally sanctioned means to have pets in these facilities put down. The laws in this regard were strict but at the same time it was not hard for the facilities to put together a convincing record of violent behaviour or significantly failing health to meet the criteria laid out. Monica had known about the existence of the orphanages for a long time but had never given much thought to them as she was convinced that she would ultimately find her own pet naturally one day. Despite her early longings to be a keeper it had been no big loss to her that by the time she turned 18 she had not made the Bond as there was no way that her family would ever be able to afford taking in said pet in any case. Her interest in being a keeper had dwindled somewhat for a few years after turning 18 as she was finding that the world of being an adult was somewhat harder than it appeared from the outside and she began to realize that having another human to care for wasn’t necessarily what she wanted right now. Around the age of 22 she found her desire to become a keeper and make the Bond had been rekindled. She would go out shopping or to bars and find herself looking at complete strangers, staring deeply into their eyes hoping for the Bond to magically happen. She had even begun making trips to pet stores, hoping that perhaps someone wanting to be a pet would find themselves in the same store at the same time and the bond would happen. She even found herself buying pet products, preparing herself for the day that she would finally make her bond. She became so convinced that being perfectly prepared was the key to making her bond that she bagman sampling the products to determine which ones were best. At first its was just trying on a collar to see how it felt or testing nuzzles and other restraint products to see how good they were. She sampled some of the foods, hoping to find only the most nutritional and flavorful brands to feed her pet. She had even tried on some of the pet diapers, convincing herself that she needed to know which were the most comfortable to wear, after all the were an essential part of the pet wardrobe. Of course she then convinced herself one day that she needed to know which ones fulfilled their purpose the best and so she began to use them just to see. One morning Monica went a little bit overboard in trying to sample multiple products at once. She had picked what she had felt was the most comfortable collar along with the strongest leash and tether point. After diapering herself in what she thought was the best choice she clipped the leash into the locking tether point and proceeded to don a pair of pet paws. Unfortunately for Monica, she had failed to consider any of the repercussions of the gear she was donning. After deciding her product test was successful, Monica went to get the key to release the leash from the tether, as she swiped at it with the clumsy pet paws it slid to the far edge of the table and fell off, well beyond her reach. Her next considered option was to use her phone and call for help, as much as she knew it would be embarrassing to have a friend rescue her in this situation she most definitely needed help. What Monica had forgotten was that phones, like most modern technology had also adapted to the world of pets and keepers. As she was so keen on having a pet, Monica had purchased a phone which had “Paw Link" technology embedded. Essentially the phone would lock itself out into a pet mode when it sensed pet paws trying to activate it and only allow very few basic commands. As she had not set up any of the commands in the phone she was unable to use it for anything. And so she was stuck, tethered to a wall wearing a thick pet diaper with only a bowl of pet food and water to keep her company. Over the next several hours her phone had rang or chimed numerous times with calls and texts but she was unable to respond to any of them. Within a few short hours nature made its call and Monica found herself with no choice but to wet the diaper that so thoroughly encased her loins. What was worse though was that her hunger continued to grow. After a while she was unable to resist the hunger pangs and found herself eating the pet food. The high fiber pet food designed primarily to ease a pets bowel movements. About 9 hours into her ordeal Monica was forced to use the somewhat sudden pet diaper for those purposes too. By this point she had convinced herself that she was bound to die alone in her home tethered to a wall in a more than well used diaper. Somewhere after that point she had fallen asleep after sobbing endlessly. Monica did not know how long it had been but she was woken by the sounds of her front door opening, the security system making its familiar chime. “Monica" yelled an all to familiar voice, “I know you are home, I saw your car out front. Why did you ditch me today?” Sam, it had to be Sam, of all of her friends why did Samantha have to be the one to come and find her? “What is that small, your house smells terrible, where are you?” Those words preceded Samantha by about 3 seconds as she rounded the corner in to the room. What ensued was about 5 minutes of outright laughter interspersed with statements like “oh my" and “are you", “is that a?”, “did you actually?”. To top it off, Sam's camera flashed no less than thirty times throughout. After the laughing fit finally died off Monica was able to point Sam to the key which she used to release her from the tether on the wall. Sam however maintained a firm grip on the leash. “Monica, Monica, Monica” she exclaimed. “How are we ever going to explain this silly little situation? After all, I know that you are not a pet, all you have spoke about for years is being a keeper" “Please, I will do anything, nobody can know about this" Monica was struggling to find the words. “I was just trying things to make sure they would be perfect when I get my pet.” “ So I see" Sam replied, “ I must say that I think you went a little too far though. In any case let’s get you cleaned up". With that Sam led Monica, who had no choice but to crawl with the pet paws and the shameful state of her diaper, to the guest bathroom in the hallway. Sam helped Monica into the tub and ever so carefully removed the befouled diaper from her friends rear end. She then proceeded to help Monica wash up, all the while leaving her trapped in the collar and pet paws. She led Monica into the master bedroom and up onto the bed and helped her towel off. In one swift motion before Monica could respond she had unclipped the leash, wrapped it through its handle around the bed post and clipped it back to Monica’s collar leaving her effectively trapped. “Now I need you to tell me where you keep them..” “Keep what?” Monica stammered. “Your diapers silly" “But I don’t need them, and they aren’t mine, I was just trying them to see how they fit.” “ I know that you don’t “need" them but they are most certainly are yours. I think that maybe you have gone a little crazy with this whole pet thing. You have my word that I will keep my silence about this incident but there will be consequences. First, you will wear your diapers and use them for this entire week. Secondly, next weekend you will be my pet and live the whole experience. I promise not to expose you to people that we know but you will live the life of a pet for the weekend. If you agree I will delete all of the pictures from my phone and never speak of this again.” “I… um…I…I guess so. Yes… whatever you want Sam. Please don’t tell anybody. They are in that closet behind the stack of boxes.” With that, Sam went over to the closet and rummaged until she was satisfied with her find. To Monica’s horror she came out with a bag of the thickest diapers on the market, with a bright pink cover and girlish designs all over. The truth be told, they were extremely comfortable but Monica knew that she would have a very hard time hiding them for the whole work week. “I think these will do nicely don’t you? After all I wouldn’t want you to have an embarrassing leak.” Y-y-y-yes those look fine. Thank you for keeping this a secret.” Sam proceeded to pull out one if the diapers and snugly tape Monica into her new padded prison. With a stern reminder not to violate the rules this week Sam released Monica from the collar and leash and left her to commiserate.

Thomas is a college student who is very low on cash. Overhearing a conversation one day provides him with a chance for what seems like easy money. Will the money be as easy as he hoped? What could be inside a supposedly abandoned building? --- This story instalment like all others I post was available one week ago to patrons on my Patreon page. Patrons get access to all story updates one week before everyone else can see it and they also get access to exclusive stories (At least a dozen of them available for $10 and above patrons) they can also get discounts to commissions, short stories written for them, images, a Discord server and more. If you would like to become a patron and help support my writing and allow me to keep up my schedule of posting once every four days then please head to my Patreon page where you can find out more information. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Haunted Nursery Ward By Elfy It was a cold winter’s morning as Thomas Jackson left his college and walked down the street towards an independent local coffee shop. Thomas was no coffee connoisseur but they gave out free water and cheap food which for a college student with no money to his name that was a big selling point. It was lunchtime and Thomas pulled his collar up against the bitter wind. The door to the coffee shop opened with the tinkling of a bell. It was quiet inside and combined with the smell of brewing coffee it felt very homely. There was a group of students at a table talking as Thomas walked past and up to the counter. “Hello, what can I get you?” The smiling girl behind the counter asked as Thomas approached. “Could I get a bagel and some of the free water?” Thomas asked as he looked at the display of delicious looking foods on and under the counter. The smell of this shop was enough to make his mouth water. “Of course.” The assistant said. She took a small plate and placed a bagel on it before filling a glass with cold water. She walked over to one of the few tables and placed the lunch down. “Thank you.” Thomas said as he sat down and took his bag off. It had been a tricky morning for the college freshman. His classes were really tough and he was having to work very hard just to keep up. It could be very stressful but this little lunch spot was a great place to unwind. “You are such a baby!” Came a loud male voice from a table nearby. Thomas looked up to see the group of students sitting at the nearby table. They were talking excitedly about something and Thomas couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, they were quite a rowdy group or at least a couple of them were. “Baby? I’m telling you that place is haunted!” Came another of the voices as the group laughed, “It’s creepy as fuck!” “He thinks it’s haunted!” One of the students loudly laughed, “There’s no such thing as ghosts.” “You spend the night there then!” The defensive guy said with a smile, “Sorry if I don’t want to get involved in some freaky shit.” “I’ve already spent a night in there.” The first guy said with some bravado. “Bullshit!” Another of the group replied loudly before they all started laughing again. Thomas was frankly a little annoyed that his quiet lunch spot had been taken over by the rowdy students that he hadn’t met before. He came to this little coffee shop to avoid crowds and noise. If he wasn’t so shy he would have asked them all to keep it down a little bit but he sat quietly and ate his bagel in silence. “Alright, so I haven’t spent the night there but so what?” The guy conceded, “I bet I could offer you $100 and you would still be too scared. In fact, I’ll do just that.” The mention of money got Thomas more interested and he looked up from his food to see one of the group pulling out his wallet. The guy was clearly quite well off since he pulled out $100 in cash and slammed it on the table. “I don’t know…” The scared guy seemed to be swayed a little by the money but he eventually shook his head, “No way, it’s not worth the risk.” “Risk!?” The guy scooped his money up again, “What risk? There’s no such thing as haunted houses!” “I’ll do it.” Thomas had spoken before he even thought about what he was doing. Thomas smiled shyly as all the heads at the table swivelled in his direction. They seemed to be looking at him with interest and Thomas felt even more uncomfortable than usual. “You’ll do it?” The guy holding the money asked. “Sure…” Thomas replied slowly and with a shrug, “I could use the money and like you said, it’ll prove it’s not haunted, right?” The person holding the money looked around at his friends with a smirk on his face. He seemed to be sizing Thomas up a little before nodding his head. “Sure. My name’s Sam by the way.” Sam said as he started scribbling something down on some paper, “Meet us at this address a little before eight this evening, OK?” “I’ll see you there… Oh, and I’m Thomas.” Thomas took the paper with the address and gathered up his things. He had finished his bagel so he drained his water and started making his way towards the exit of the café. “See you tonight.” Sam called after him. Thomas smiled and waved back as he walked away and back towards college. He would have to stop at the library after his classes had finished so that he could search the address and find out where he was supposed to go. This could be two strokes of good fortune for Thomas. This seemed like an easy way to make a little extra money which was something that he always struggled with and he may come out of it with something else he was sorely lacking in. Thomas had never made friends easily but with this group of people he had a chance to make a lot of friends at once. This was an opportunity that Thomas couldn’t afford to give up. --- When Thomas turned up at the address he saw the people from the café already there. He felt butterflies in his tummy but was unsure exactly why. He could see building he would be going into already, through the fence he could see an old and half-dilapidated one storey building that was at the end of quite a long path. The grass either side was overgrown and the old trees were without leaves. To the side of the building was a child’s play area. Once used by happy children it now appeared twisted and rusted. It was undeniably creepy in the darkness but Thomas had to remember that he had money waiting for him. Thomas kept repeating to himself that there was no such thing as ghosts and that it was just an old and empty building. “Thomas?” Sam called when he saw Thomas getting close. “Hi.” Thomas replied with a nervous smile. “All ready to go in?” Sam asked. He pulled the collar of his jacket up, it was starting to get cold now that night was descending. “I think so. When do I get the money?” Thomas asked. He saw Sam chuckle at his question. “Right down to business, eh?” Sam smiled, “How about I give you half now and half in the morning?” “Sure.” Thomas replied as he took fifty dollars from his possible friend. “Cool. Well, this is the building. It’s supposed to be an old nursery or children’s ward. I found some newspaper articles about it that you can read, it’ll be a boring night after all.” Sam chuckled, “Everyone around this area says it’s haunted but that’s bullshit. I want you to prove to everyone that there is nothing over there except an empty and abandoned house.” Thomas nodded and looked through the gate again. He started feeling increasingly nervous of what he was supposed to do and started wondering if he should back out. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all, it was cold out here, he couldn’t imagine it would be any warmer inside the broken down building. “I’ve got some things for you to take in.” Sam said as he reached into his bag. Thomas turned back and looked at Sam again. He wondered if his increasingly frightful feelings were showing on his face. He looked at the other people in the group and saw their smiling faces, were they just being friendly or did they know something that Thomas didn’t? “This is a wristwatch that doubles as a camera.” Sam said as he handed a small metal watch to Thomas, “It’s so you can record your whole time in there.” Thomas let Sam place the watch around his wrist and saw little holes on the side of the timepiece. He had no idea how a camera was fit in there but it must have been an expensive piece of equipment. “We’ve also got some bottles of water, some snacks and a flashlight.” Sam placed these items into Thomas’ backpack, “Do you have a cell phone?” Thomas reached into his pocket and pulled out an old cell phone. It was so old that it wasn’t even a touchscreen, it was as far from a smart phone as you could find. The sight of it made the group giggle a little bit. “Did you find that in a museum?” Sam asked with a little shake of the head and a laugh, “Can it make calls?” “It receives them but it doesn’t make them.” Thomas blushed as he admitted his own poorness. “That’s perfect.” Sam said. His tone worried Thomas a little. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…” Thomas said slowly as he looked at the building, “It might be private property or something.” “You’re not chickening out are you?” Sam’s voice was suddenly much harsher in tone. “N-No…” Thomas slowly stuttered. “Good, because if you’ve wasted our time tonight we won’t be happy about it.” Sam sounded threatening now. The whole feeling in the air was suddenly a lot more hostile, it was like a switch had been flicked. “I-It’s fine.” Thomas said, “It’s just an old building, right?” “Exactly.” Sam replied, “So, in you go and we will see you in twelve hours with the other half of your money.” Sam pushed the gate open and Thomas looked up the dark path with a gulp. Sam gave Thomas some old newspaper clippings and articles and then a little push to send him on his way. Thomas took a couple of steps into the darkened front yard and heard the gate creaking close behind him. He turned to see Sam looking at him. “See you in the morning.” Sam said. He waved and then walked away. Thomas flicked on the flashlight and pointed it up the path in front of him. He started walking slowly towards the old building and every step seemed to send a further shiver down his spine. To distract himself from his fears he held up the newspaper clippings in front of him and scanned the headlines. None of the headlines were very reassuring and Thomas had wished he had seen these before the gate had been closed. “People Missing in Strange Ward”, “Strange Noises Coming From East Wing, Experts Baffled”, “Things That Go Bump in the Night – Is Mystery Nursery Haunted?” The oldest clipping was about how the building had been shut down decades ago when it was found to be unfit to leave children at. It looked like there had been a lot of scandals surrounding what happened in there. Issues of staff cruelty and unfit living conditions. Those were just some of the headlines that Thomas scanned over as he walked up the path and towards the main building. He didn’t like what he read and each article only made him more fearful of what was to come, the building seemed more foreboding the closer he got. Thomas shivered as he reached the front door and gently pushed against it. He hoped that the door would be locked so he would have an excuse to turn back but the old wooden door creaked open on its rusted hinges. It almost felt like a relief to leave the outside behind but it was very much a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire. The inside of the building was a complete wreck. The main foyer had been torn apart over time and graffiti was etched all over the walls. Glass was strewn everywhere and plants had started taking over the building, it was dark but not pitch black and moonlight came in through several holes in the roof. Old plastic seats were cracked and faded, none of them seemed to have been saved from the ravages of time. Insects and spiders seemed to have taken over and there were webs in every corner. Thomas wasn’t fond of spiders but when he shined the flashlight around the room he didn’t see any creepy-crawlies. Thomas walked into the room and shone the light around but there was nothing there that shouldn’t have been. Thomas walked into the centre of the middle of the reception area and saw a hallway to the side, knowing that he was there for twelve hours he decided he should probably have a look around if for no other reason than to make sure there were no homeless people or anything around. “There’s no such thing as ghosts… There’s no such thing as ghosts…” Thomas repeated to himself out loud as he walked down the hallway. Vines twisted overhead and across the walls it partially obscured the hallway but Thomas still saw something interesting. On the walls, in between the vines, Thomas could see pictures that looked like they had been drawn by children. Crayons and bright colours covered white paper haphazardly and were signed by names of the children who had drawn them. Even though the pictures were entirely innocent in their subjects it somehow made the scary building even more foreboding. It was a scary juxtaposition between the spooky building and the seemingly happy drawings. Floorboards were creaking with every step and Thomas stopped a couple of times when he thought he had heard noises from the other end of the building. He spun around and scanned the area with his flashlight but saw nothing untoward. Thomas peered through the windows in the doors and saw old abandoned classrooms offices against one side of the corridor. Blackboards were still against the walls and encircled by vines that now framed them, the chalk writing was cracked and eerie. Desks sat in position as if waiting for the next day’s classes that Thomas knew would never come. It was actually quite sad. Along the other side of the hallway were a different set of doors. There doors had no windows and despite everything else in the building being broken they were still locked. There were clear spaces where signs had obviously been until somewhat recently. They were nowhere to be seen. Just as Thomas was starting to feel a little easier about where he was there was suddenly a loud crashing noise from further down the hallway. Thomas jumped almost out of his shoes and dropped his flashlight. He quickly bent over to pick it up and shone the light to the end of the hallway. Right at the end, the final door seemed to have a light shining out from under it. Thomas frowned, had the light always been there or did it just appear? “H-Hello?” Thomas called out nervously. There was no answer and Thomas wasn’t sure where he should go. Half of him wanted to go and see what was happening and the other half wanted to run away. He remembered the money and how much he needed it, it was the only thing stopping him from turning back and leaving immediately. “There’s no such thing as ghosts… There’s no such thing as ghosts…” Thomas continued to repeat to himself as he felt adrenaline flooding his body. Thomas was about to turn and head back into the main foyer when he suddenly realised what must be happening. Sam and his group of friends must have snuck in behind Thomas to play a prank on him. The crash must have been one of them knocking something over. “I know you’re there.” Thomas called out as he shined his flashlight on the door at the end of the hallway. He was hoping they would give themselves away by laughing or something. There was still no response so Thomas started walking down the corridor towards the mysterious light. As he reached the door he could see the glass was intact and had the words “Nursery – East Wing” stencilled on to it in old black paint. Unlike every other part of the building this door seemed to be functioning and clean. It almost looked new when compared with everything else around it, Thomas wondered how it had escaped the ravages of time when the rest of the building looked on the brink of collapse. Thomas slowly put his ear to the door but could hear nothing from inside. He slowly pulled on the handle and was surprised when the door opened quite freely, the light inside the room flooded the dark hallway and Thomas was left momentarily blinded.

Hi, I hope you enjoy this story. In the past I have started lots of stories here and never finished them. I wrote this about a year ago, and posted it to fetlife. I meant it to just be a one off story but a few people asked for more and I kept going. I'm now on part 10. Since I have written so much I thought I should share it here too. It took him a few minutes realize his situation when he woke up, not in his own bed, cramped, wet and uncomfortable. He could see the white rails going up in front of him. "Dammit," he said out loud. He was laying in a 52 inch crib staring up at a stuffed animal mobile. The morning erection which would usually greet him every morning was stifled by the pink plastic cock cage, when it rolled his squished penis hurt. In an attempt to avoid this very thing he'd tried to pee really good before he went to bed, as his wet diaper now indicated. He relaxed and tried to let the pee flow, it wasn't easy but eventually he soaked the already wet nighttime diaper and even felt a little creep out into his sleeper. This was Saturday morning. Normally on a Saturday morning in Summer he'd meet his pal Ted and go fishing on his boat, he instinctively looked at his wrist, and remembered his wife took his watch away. There was no clock in the nursery, I wonder if I could still catch Jim he thought. He sat up in the crib, and thought about getting out, the rails were up be he could get over them if he wanted. Still the rule was that he wasn't allowed out of the crib until Mommy came to let him out. Getting out would be trivial but his wife had set the crib on 12 inch risers meaning that from the top of the rail down to the floor was 55 inches. He stood up and looked down over the rail. Of course the latch they had rigged up was locked with a small padlock. The same kind of small padlock that was keeping his cock locked in it's cage. It's probably really early, she's probably not even up yet. I could just go get some snips and cut the cage off, he thought about the wonderful orgasm he would whack out as soon as he got the cage off and he felt his little guy start to stiffen up and press against the cage again and he moaned in discomfort. This has got to end, he thought. "Bahh", he said as he threw a leg over the rails and got out of bed, he reached his foot down but couldn't quite touch the ground, his soaked diaper sliding against the top rail as he stretched. He tried to reach just a bit farther but lost his balance as his diaper snagged on the rail. He found himself falling and hit the floor with a thud. How the hell did I end up like this, he thought. A month earlier he was in a similar situation, laying on the floor of the guest room wearing a diaper and a cute onesie with bright pink trim and printed with hearts. His diaper was soaked and messy and he was listening to a hypnotic track on headphones, and he was happily suckling a big pink pacifier. He didn't even notice his wife walk into the room until she was looking down at him. She'd got off work early and came home to surprise him. The next few hours were rough, he explained his diaper fetish, and swore over and over again that it had nothing to do with children. His wife was shocked, then upset, then angry, really angry, then sad, really sad. She eventually packed a suitcase and left. She called the next day, and they talked on the phone for hours. Her anger had died down and she'd done research on adult babies, finding out that as he had said the fetish had nothing to do with pedophilia. That evening she came home and they had a long discussion, he explained he'd been doing this since he was a little kid, and that he didn't know why he liked to do it, but he loved it. At her request he showed her all of his stuff, his diapers, his onesies, his bottles and pacifiers. "I'm so sorry, I'm going to bag all this stuff up and throw it away," he said. "Well... I was thinking, I've always had this fantasy of being a tough in charge kind of woman," she said. He laughed, his wife was super sweet and nice and rarely wanted to be in charge of anything. "Seriously don't laugh, and since you know, we can't have a baby, it might be kind of fun if you were my baby." His eyes opened wide, words that he'd imagined his whole life just poured out of his wife's mouth. "Ummm, wha.." he stammered. "But there will be strict rules, you have to understand what hurts me more than anything about this is how you kept it away from me all this time, it's almost like you were cheating," she said. "I'm sorry," he said trying to fight back tears but losing. "It's just so, embarrassing," he said and began to sob. "Oh come to mommy," his wife said and wrapped herself around him and he cried into her shoulder while she gently rocked him back and forth, She supported his head and whispered into his ear, "Your mommies baby now and she loves you so much," in a few moments she felt his cock growing stiff and realized how incredibly horny he was. She pulled off her shirt and undid her bra, then guided her husband's mouth to one of her nipples. "Fussy baby, here you go," she gently said. While her husband latched on and suckled she alternated between rubbing the front of his pants and his nipple. Soon he was unable to control himself and was humping and grinding her legs. She undressed him and then herself then lead him to the bed where they had mind-blowing sex. His cock was harder and went deeper then she'd ever felt, he moaned in rhythm with her. "Yes, baby, yes baby," she began to say as she felt herself heading towards orgasm. "Yes mommy, yes mommy," he said back. They came together, both screaming in a mind shattering orgasm, then collapsed on the bed. "Would you like me to diaper you now?" she asked. "Nahh, I'm good," he replied. She wondered how closely his adult baby desires were connected to just having an orgasm. "That's something we'll have to work on," she said with a laugh. The next day they had the best day of their lives, something they'd always dreamed of doing together, they converted a guest bedroom into a nursery. They bought the biggest crib they could find, which wasn't really big enough, but would have to do. They bought a white table that they converted to an adult sized changing table, and some organizers for diapers and toys. They filled a cart at Baby's R Us, with all kinds of baby supplies and neither one could wipe the big smile off their face. Finally, they ordered several cases of different adult diapers. "That's a lot of diapers," he said. "Well you're going to need them," she replied

I just got a new toy in the mail and @Aries got me thinking on how the scenario COULD have gone. Here's the status update that started it (with a picture of the jacket in question): https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/profile/61380-bbykimmy/&status=30933&type=status Caught "Hi mommy," I grinned sheepishly as the door swung open. I had been struggling to get the stupid jacket off for almost three hours - I was really glad I had eaten lunch before the mailman came. "I uh... I just wanted to see if it fit," I explained lamely. "It looks like it does fit," my partner smirked. "It looks like it fits quite well, actually... though you're missing something. And it looks like you had an accident." "I didn't mean to!" I whined. I had felt my bladder give about twenty minutes ago, and I was standing on top of a towel that I had pulled out of a basket of clean laundry using my bare feet... laundry that I was supposed to be folding right now. Well, laundry that was supposed to be folded when she got home. The line of wetness down my tight jeans felt clammy and unpleasant, and it was only made worse by the fact that I wasn't supposed to be out of diapers today. "Why aren't you wearing your diaper?" she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her. "I um," I searched my brain for a plausible reason - I was a writer, dammit, I should have been able to spin up a story! "Because you said I could air out today?" She hadn't, it was a lie. We had "airing out" days frequently. I didn't NEED diapers and wearing them 24/7 irritated my skin, I needed a few days every now and again to let my hips and bottom breathe. My face was in her hands in an instant. I felt my stomach flop at her touch. "Are you LYING to me, Kimberly?" she growled. Shit. "Yes mommy," I whimpered. "I'm sorry - I went potty before lunch and I didn't put the diaper back on, I'm sorry." I held up the sleeves of the pink leather straitjacket helplessly, wrapping my useless fingers around her wrists. I knew better than to try it on, but it hadn't occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to get it off until it was too late. It laced up the back, so it was half-closed as I slid it on. My own slender body was my undoing - if I had been bigger, I might have been able to wiggle my way out, but I had barely loosened the laces in my haste to try it on. And now I was standing in our bedroom, on a towel, in wet jeans and a straitjacket, and I was busted. The world spun as I found myself face down on the bed, the love of my life ripping the jeans and sodden panties from my hips roughly. I felt myself being wiped down with the towel as she held one hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress. "I'm very sorry, mommy. Please help me out of the jacket so I can finish my chores?" I asked meekly. It was a long shot, but she hated doing laundry, so it was my best hope. She didn't mind WASHING the laundry, or DRYING the laundry, but sorting and folding and putting things away was strictly my job. I felt the laces on the jacket tighten, and I heard the jingle of the buckles as they closed. "Mommy wait," I begged. "I'm sorry!" "You have been a naughty brat all week," she informed me as the jacket got tighter and tighter. "Which is why we bought some of these toys in the first place. You were especially naughty today, however. Your chores aren't done, you aren't in your diaper, and you're playing with toys were were supposed to open TOGETHER." I winced at the last word. I knew better. "I'm sorry!" I pleaded as she sat me back up on the bed like a doll. "I'll do better, I'll finish my chores and- " I was quickly silenced by the brand new gag I had just bought. The leather was soft and giving as the stuffed ball filled my mouth, the mask going over my face and being similarly laced behind my head. I begged into the gag, but it was effective - even I couldn't understand what I was saying. She drew my arms around my sides and I knew I was beyond doomed. I felt the buckles for the sleeves attach behind the jacket and delicious helplessness flooded my heart. I was screwed. Well, if I was lucky. I wasn't. The moment the second sleeve was secured, I found myself face down again and pain exploded in my backside as her wooden paddle met my tender posterior. I screamed into the gag - not because it hurt all that badly, but because it was fun to just be able to scream primally like that, to know that the gag would keep me from disturbing the neighbors. I writhed and wriggled as the paddle collided again and again. "You are such a naughty brat," she scolded. "What happened to my princess? What happened to my well behaved Little? You get a new toy and all your training goes right out the window. Well... " I panted as she rolled me over and held the diaper up. I shook my head and complained - I was already in trouble for bratting, I might as well enjoy it. "It's diaper time for you little girl, and I'm betting you didn't look any deeper in the box or you might have behaved better. I added something to the cart while you weren't looking." I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the sound of the diaper opening, the rustle, the crinkle of the plastic I would soon find myself sealed in. I delighted in the feeling of her lifting my hips, repositioning me and getting me centered on the diaper, of the powder sprinkling over me before she drew the front up between my legs and secured the tapes. She patted the front twice... and when I opened my eyes she was holding several thick strips of leather. I cocked my head to one side as she stood me up, helpless in the jacket. The first strap was apparently a belt, and the second strap went between my legs and... Oh no. I whined into the gag, twisting my body and tugging at my arms, but it just earned me a sharp slap on the thighs. "That's right, you brat. I bought you a chastity belt. And as long as you're the brat and not the princess, you'll be wearing it." Her voice had a scrumptiously cruel edge to it as she locked the belt closed around me, attaching a pair of thigh cuffs to it as well... there was no way I was shimmying this diaper off. "My princess doesn't take off her diapers without permission, does she? My brat certainly does. And from now on, we'll be putting you in the jacket for diaper changes." My eyes widened as her meaning sank in. "Uh huh," she grinned. "The only time the belt is coming off is when you're good and helpless. When we take the jacket off, the belt will be firmly locked on. You had better get used to begging for changes, brat. When you've been my princess for a week with NO BRATTING, then we'll talk about taking the belt off." My knees went weak as she traced her fingers along my face, wrapping her arms around my helpless body and kissing me on the gag, I could feel the pressure of her lips but not their tender sweetness. I melted in her arms as she guided me onto the bed. "Do you understand?" I nodded agreement as she reached into the toybox on her side of the bed and pulled out the strap-on. I was getting ridden, but I wasn't going to get any stimulation out of it. The idea drove me wild. It was going to be a long, wonderful week.

To Mary, who sat suckling her thumb in her newest prison, life seemed simple. you listened to the higher classes of furries, and obeyed when they gave orders, so you got food pleasure warmth and shelter. It was a good life she had, with her master Phillip, but he had been ordered to move nearer to the northern Lights alliance, rather than stay In Unityia. ANd Mary couldn't go with him. so as his property, she was part of the estate sale. She sat, listening to the market bustle around her, and tried to breathe softly, easily, calmly. Phillip had been so kind, he had changed her diapers as soon as she had wet them and he only required her to mess her diapers in the night...during the day, in his usual lenient manner, he had allowed her to actually use a bathroom for her messy accidents. But this market around her brought down the realization that she was, in fact, a diaper slave. just a little fox in her diapers. She knew better than to talk to the Market manager, she would be punished. she was supposed to act like any of the other possessions, like the couch or the range, silent and useful. Mary could see a woman across the yard from her, a tall panther, who had been pointing at Mary and talking to one of the market directors for over half of an hour. Mary turned away from her, trying to wiggle her bum at some of the nicer looking people, old men who she didn't think could spank her if they tried, and young women with children, who knew what it was like to have real babies. but none of them looked at her seriously. she didn't know how much she was being sold for, but it must have been high. according to her slaves' contract, it should make her proud that it was so high. But mary had never been good at Being a Diaper slave. The Panther woman continued to haggle, as a storm cloud moved in. the tents set up over the soft items like couches and painting would keep them dry, but Mary was considered waterproof. She only wished that her diaper knew that. as the soft rain started to hit her skin she enjoyed the cooling effects after yesterday's summer heat. it was hard sometimes to look as cute as she was supposed to, but that made some people drool even harder. her thoughts were interrupted as the door to her cage opened. two strong arms pulled her out, and presented her to the Pather woman. Mary spoke first "Hello Ma'am, are you purchasing me?" The panther smiled and nodded her head "Yes, little fox, I am. but first we need to test your obedience. tell me, how long have you been a slave?" "fifteen years ma'am. I was sold when I was six" Mary responded, shifting uncomfortably on the hard market tiles, slid with rain. annoyingly, her diaper was starting to sag with the water weight. The panther nodded, then looked at her notes. "Unfortunately, it looks as if Sit Westburton, Your master Phillip, and previous daddy, was rather as laxidasicle with your training as he was with his militia and his finance. so let's test this, shall we? As your first order, I want you to fill that diaper for mommy. immediately" Mary blushed as she moved from a kneeling, to a squatting position. the pee came first, hot and fast, hissing into the front of her diaper, making it sag and discolor. the mess was harder, she pushed, and it slowly came out, pushing into the seat of her diaper, forming a solid, squishy mass as her diaper ballooned out. Mary was panting like a dog, her long foxes tounge loolling out. her conditioning making the diaper filing a highly erotic and stimulating experience. as her diaper continued to sag and discolor, the Panther shamelessly began to rub her own clot from the outside of her pencil skirt. it was one of the perks of being an alpha, since the change had taken place. that kind of behavior was outlawed in lower slave castes, and certainly would have never been allowed in The pre-change Human society. Mary moaned as she tried to push out any more, but there was none left to evacuate, and the panther walked around behind her, gently bouncing the mess in mary's diaper up and down with the toe of her high heels. "I'll take her for the price we agreed upon, and her entire Nursery stock. around how many diapers did her has in reserve, and what condition..." Mary stopped listening as the panther absent-mindedly handed her a vibrating wand, and gestured towards Mary's bulging crotch. mary HATED to pleasure herself while she was messy. but..but.. she couldn't disobey her new mistress/mommy, not on the very first day! So she pressed the head of the wand against her wet padding, moaning openly as she went up and down with it, groaning as her hips bucked, and inwardly screaming at herself for enjoying it so much. as she climaxed, she fainted into the arms of one of the guards. as her eyes were covered by darkness and she fell into sleep, the panther woman squatted down and said "good girl"

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