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Michael, don't you know I was born to turn you on? You must, you've told me it enough times. You've whispered it in my ear in public, making me blush and squirm as you laughed. You've growled it at me as you held me down at hit me with all your strength. You've teased me with it as I lay tied to your bed, unable to move. And I loved it each time. I love that I am that object for you, that toy, that serves that one singular purpose. I love that I do it so well, and that we both know I'll do it in anyway you want. I love how far you've taken me, you've pushed in that direction. My question is, can you see beyond that? (And do I care if you do?) ... "No... no I can't!," I say, shaking my head. There were tears in my eyes already, just seeing what they intended. Michael loomed over me, as he always does. I always felt smell next to him. "No? Are you arguing? Should I get the paddle, and we can have a nice long discussion about it?" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. My heard jumped. Even the threat made me more excited. I looked over at what the clothes they had laid out for me. I had played so many roles for them. I had been their pet, their slave, their baby, their maid. I had come out with them wearing leather vests and diapers under my clothes. However, there were still lines. "I don't know that I want that. Not yet." I whimpered. Michael walked to me. He put a hand on my shoulders, and the other reached down and cupped me below the belt. I gasped. "Are you sure you don't want it, diaper boy? Your cock seems to disagree." "I... I don't, Daddy." It sounded as fake as it felt. The truth was I longed for what they showed me, and had dreamed of it for months. The outfit itself wasn't that far off from dozens I had worn for them before. It was a onesie, bright pink and with a heart on its chest. It came with leggings and platform shows, and bows for my hair, which had grown longer and would undoubtably be put in pigtails. My leash was beside it, the collar was on my neck, and I already wore a diaper to go with it. With it, I knew they would probably tie me, and give me a gag to keep me quiet. I had worn the same before. What was different was what it meant today. I felt a hand smack the back of my diaper. Sarah came around my other side with an arm on my back. "Is that true diaper girl? I think its perfect for you. I think its perfect for you to wear every day from now on." "Uhhh..." I moaned. "Daddy, is she allowed to do that?" I asked as the other submissive teased me. To tell the truth, hearing someone who was herself being dominated talk down to me only made me crave more. If there was to be an pecking order, a huge part of me I was terrified of craved more then anything to be on the bottom of it. "Yes sweetie. Remember our ranking?" I thought back. We were both subs under him, but what we wore went beyond that. Regular clothes beat anyone cross-dressed, which beat anyone dressed as an animal, which beat, lowest of the low... "She's also in a diaper Daddy," I said. "We're the same." He shook his head. "Not anymore. Not when she's in her black diapers and her leather clothes, and you have your cute little printed diapies and onesie. You are the lowest here, and will still be from now on." My mind swirled. By far the most humiliating game they had played with me was this one. It was the one thing that pushed me right to the limit, the only that still made me begin to think of saying no. Now, they wanted to take me into public, in our club with all our friends, dressed like that. More, they wanted me to live like that, to come into their home and stay like that permanently. My heart jumped, and I wasn't sure if it was from disgust, fear, or joy. Michael turned me to face him directly. He put a hand on my diaper and pulled me in right next to him, and put the other on the back of my head. I looked away for a moment, but he turned me back, and for a second I thought he would kiss me. Instead, he just stared at me with his clear eyes. My breath caught, as it always did when I looked into them. "Are you sure sweetie? If you don't want it, you know your safety word. This can all be over now. Just say it, or let us dress you again." I was still, but was sure I was falling deep into his eyes again. Every time they hit me it was like all the will to argue left me. I felt myself melt and fall deeply into them, like a man possessed, and he did possess me. The image of me going into the club, crawling in his humiliating costume, all the nervousness it brought, fell along with my willpower into his eyes. Those eyes. It was always those goddamn eyes. ... Oh Michael don't you know you were born to turn me on? That is the part I'm not sure you understand. Or, if you understand it, you understand it all to well. It is everywhere and always to me. That feeling. That incredible, awful feeling. That arousal that is on my mind. That distracts me from work. That distracts me from relationships. That distracts me from all of life outside your impossible, clear eyes. The deep, painful knowledge that that you could get me to do anything you wanted no matter how bad I DON'T want it and the more I don't want it the more I want it because I know you want it because I don't want it and that makes me WANT it and I don't understand that. But you do, and that scares me. I am not in love with you. I am ADDICTED to you. I am OBSESSED with you, and with your impossible clear eyes. When I see them I feel like I am possessed, and I know I am possessed by you. I can stare at them for hours and not be sure what happened. I am addicted to your body. The tight, lean muscles. The strong arms, able to carry me, to pull me, to hold me down, even as I struggle (ESPECIALLY as I struggle) The size that has you always looking down on my ever so slightly, ever so noticeably, with your clear, impossible eyes. I am addicted to all you do to me. All our little games, all the strange clothes, all the things I never would have done if I never had met you. And I cant stop them. I can't stop wanting them. I don't know why I want them, I SHOULDN'T want them, but by god I do. By YOU I do. You are my god now. And that is what I am worried you understand all to well. There are lines I cannot cross, but I don't know what they are when I see those clear, impossible eyes. Not ever since I first saw them, those months ago.

chapter_1.mdchapter_2.mdchapter_3.mdchapter_4.mdchapter_5.mdchapter_6.mdchapter_7.mdchapter_8.mdchapter_9.md # Chapter 1: The Sickbed The air in the master bedroom was heavy, thick with the stale, unmistakable scent of sickness—a metallic tang of dried sweat, the sterile sharpness of medical alcohol, and the faint, humiliating undertone of a weak bladder. Dust motes drifted lazily in the slivers of pale morning light that managed to pierce the drawn blackout curtains. In the center of the gloom lay the bed, a massive, king-sized testament to a life that had, until very recently, been vibrant and shared. Now, it was merely an island of suffering. Elias lay stranded upon it, entirely consumed by the sheets. The viral outbreak that had swept through the city over the past few months had been ruthless. It had taken a healthy, fiercely independent man and stripped him down to his absolute foundations. His muscles, once defined and capable, had atrophied into pathetic ribbons of loose flesh over protruding bones. Every breath he drew felt entirely deliberate, a raspy, shallow effort that left him exhausted. He tried to turn his head, the simple motion sending a wave of dizzying nausea through his skull. He needed to adjust the blankets. They were suffocating him, tangled maliciously around his legs, yet his arms felt as though they were filled with wet sand. He managed to lift a trembling, translucent hand a few inches off the mattress before gravity brutally reclaimed it. It dropped back onto the duvet with a pathetic thud. Beside the bed, a shadow moved. It was Sarah. His wife looked as ravaged as he felt, though her affliction was entirely different. Where Elias had been hollowed out physically, Sarah was being eroded psychologically. She moved with a jerky, frantic sort of exhaustion, her usually immaculate hair pulled into a messy, lopsided knot, dark purple bruises blooming in the hollows beneath her eyes. She held a damp washcloth, her hands trembling slightly as she wrung it out over a plastic basin. "Elias..." Her voice was a frayed thread, raw and desperate. She reached out, dabbing the cool cloth against his fever-flushed forehead. He wanted to offer her comfort, to pull her into his arms and promise her that he would bear the weight, that he would fix it. It was his instinct, the core of his masculine identity. He was the provider, the protector. But as he tried to speak, his throat clicked drily, producing only a pathetic, raspy wheeze. Worse still was the slow, mortifying realization creeping warmly across his inner thighs. His body, betrayed by the neurological damage of the virus, was failing at the most basic of human functions. He was wetting himself. Again. A hot flush of pure, unadulterated shame burned his cheeks. He tried to clench his muscles, to stop the flow, but his pelvic floor was entirely unresponsive. It was a terrifying, humiliating absence of control. Sarah noticed the sudden change in his breathing, the rigid panic in his eyes, and then the dark, spreading stain on the light grey sheets. She didn't scream. She didn't cry. Instead, she closed her eyes, and a profound, devastating shudder wracked her thin frame. It was the physical manifestation of a woman reaching the absolute end of her rope. "It's okay," she whispered, the words utterly hollow, robotic. "It's fine. I just... I need to change them. Again." She turned away, not looking at him, sparing him the pity he couldn't stomach and hiding the frantic desperation in her own eyes. She moved to the dresser, yanking a drawer open with too much force. "I can't do this anymore," he heard her mutter, not to him, but to the suffocating room. "I'm losing my job. The firm called again. If I don't log in today, if I don't show face on the merger calls... we lose the insurance. We lose the house." She turned back, a stack of clean, stark white towels in her hands, her expression hardening into a frightening mask of rigid desperation. "I called Aunt Evelyn." Elias blinked, his brow furrowing weakly. Aunt Evelyn. An imposing, terrifying matriarch with deep pockets and a network of contacts that bordered on the encyclopedic. "She has someone. A specialist," Sarah continued, her voice gaining a frantic, manic speed. She began to roughly pull the soiled sheets out from under his hips, the physical exertion making her pant. She wasn't being gentle; she was just trying to get it done. Elias whimpered at the sudden, jarring movement, entirely at her mercy. "A private nurse. Someone who handles... difficult rehabilitations. Severe cases. I don't know how much it will cost, but Evelyn is covering it." Elias managed to part his lips. "No," he croaked, the word barely a breath. He didn't want a stranger. He didn't want some clinical professional looking at his ruined, incontinent body. He wanted his dignity, even if it meant lying in his own filth for another hour. "Elias, settle down," Sarah pleaded, the sudden panic in her voice startling them both. She froze, the soiled sheet clutched in her hands, her chest heaving. Slowly, the panic melted back into bottomless exhaustion. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I have to go to work. I have to. Or we break, Elias. We lose everything. She's arriving in twenty minutes. You are going to let her help you." It wasn't a request. It was the desperate command of a woman fighting for survival. And in that moment, observing the resigned sadness in his wife's eyes, Elias realized the full extent of his emasculation. He was no longer her partner. He was an anchor, dragging her down into the abyss. He had no choice but to surrender. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. It didn't chime; it seemed to echo with a heavy, ominous finality. Sarah practically sprinted out of the room. Elias lay in his fresh, cold sheets, his heart hammering a fragile, erratic rhythm against his ribs. He heard the heavy oak of the front door open, followed by the low, murmuring exchange of voices. Sarah’s voice was high, tight with anxiety. The other voice was different. The other voice was smooth, deep for a woman, and resonated with a terrifying, absolute calm. It was the voice of a predator entering an ungarrisoned fortress. Footsteps approached the bedroom. They were measured, deliberate, the solid click of sensible heels against the hardwood floor. Sarah entered first, wringing her hands, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "He's... he's in here. He's very weak. The doctor said the virus attacked his motor neurons, it's a slow recovery..." "Hush, Sarah." The command was soft, but it carried the absolute weight of a physical blow. The figure that stepped into the frame of the bedroom door swallowed the remaining light in the room. Nurse Hawthorne was imposing. She was tall, broad-shouldered, radiating an aura of sterile, unyielding authority. She wore a pristine, starched white uniform that looked less like medical scrubs and more like a military dress uniform. Her silver hair was pulled back into an impossibly tight, severe bun, pulling the skin taut over sharp, aristocratic cheekbones. Her eyes were a pale, icy blue, and they swept over the room, assessing, categorizing, and dismissing in a fraction of a second. Then, those icy eyes locked onto Elias. He felt a physical jolt, a primal spike of adrenaline. It was the instinctual, prey-animal recognition of an apex predator. Under her gaze, he didn't feel like a wealthy executive recovering from an illness. He felt like a specimen on a slide. "I see," the Nurse said, her voice a low, velvety hum that seemed to vibrate in Elias's chest. She stepped fully into the room, her presence immediately consuming all the oxygen. She walked to the edge of the bed. She didn't offer a polite greeting. She didn't introduce herself. She reached out with a hand clad in a tight, sterile white latex glove and slowly, deliberately, she gripped his jaw. He gasped at the firm contact. Her grip wasn't painful, but it was absolute. She turned his head slowly to the left, then to the right, examining the sallow, sunken planes of his face, the dark, bruised rings around his eyes. She pried an eyelid open with a thumb, shining a warm but blinding penlight into his pupil. He wanted to smack her hand away. He wanted to tell her to please get out of his house. His brain sent the urgent, indignant commands to his arms, but his muscles merely twitched, pathetic and useless against the mattress. "Significant muscle atrophy. Pronounced lethargy. Tell me, Sarah, is the incontinence nocturnal only, intermittent or continuous?" The clinical, blunt question hung in the air, brutally stripping away the last, fragile layers of Elias's dignity. He closed his eyes, a hot tear slipping down his temple. "Intermittent but becoming more frequent," Sarah whispered, her voice cracking. " I used to be able to get him to bathroom on time. He's fallen a few times trying to go it himeself. As the fever left and the othe sypmtoms have faded the weakness has set in and so has the incontinence. I... I've been using towels. I didn't know what else to do." "Towels are unhygienic and inefficient. They breed bacteria and foster skin degradation," the Nurse replied smoothly, releasing Elias's jaw. She turned to Sarah, her expression an impenetrable mask of professional calm. "You are completely exhausted, Sarah. You are exhibiting signs of severe caregiver burnout. You are of no use to him, or yourself, in this state." "I know," Sarah choked out, looking entirely defeated. "I have to work. I have conference calls starting in ten minutes. I don't know what— He swallowed his tongue the other night. It was so horrible. I had to call an ambulance. I can't do this anymore. I can't." "Go, I am more than capable of handling this especially prevently swallowed tongues," the Nurse interrupted, her tone brokering absolutely zero argument. "Leave the house. Go to your office. This environment is toxic for your mental state. I have assumed control of the patient. When you return this evening, the situation will be stabilized. You need not concern yourself with him any longer." Sarah looked from the intimidating Nurse to her broken, helpless husband. The dilemma tore across her face—the guilt of abandoning her spouse to a stranger warring with the overwhelming, selfish, desperate need to simply walk away and let someone else handle the nightmare. Self-preservation won. "Okay," Sarah breathed out, a long, shuddering sigh of relief escaping her lips. It was the sound of a prisoner being handed a pardon. She didn't look back at Elias. "Okay. Thank you. The... the medical supplies are in the hall closet." "I have my own," the Nurse replied simply. "Goodbye, Sarah." Elias listened to the rapid, retreating click of his wife's heels, the opening of the front door, and the slam that echoed like a gunshot through the silent house. It was the sound of the last bastion of his old life collapsing. He was entirely alone with her. The Nurse stood perfectly still for a long moment, simply watching him. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, wrapping around Elias's throat like a physical cord. He could hear his own ragged breathing, the frantic fluttering of his heart. "A challenge," she murmured, stepping closer, her latex-clad fingers brushing lightly, almost possessively, over the edge of the duvet. "A strong man, reduced to such a fragile, helpless infant." Her words weren't laced with pity. They were laced with cold, clinical satisfaction. "Wh-what..." Elias managed to croak, the effort sending a searing pain down his parched throat. "Who..." "I am the architect of your recovery, Elias," she said, leaning over him. The scent of her—sharp antiseptic, crisp linens, and something metallic and cold—washed over him. "Upon my assessment, I find your physical vulnerability is profound. But more importantly," she paused, her eyes narrowing as they bored into his soul, "your psychological fragility is useful. You have been entirely hollowed out. A blank slate, waiting to be rewritten." Elias felt a cold spike of genuine terror pierce his exhaustion. This wasn't a standard private nurse. There was a terrifying determination in her eyes, a strong, professional drive masked beneath the sterile white of her uniform. "No," he rasped, trying to draw his legs up, trying to shield himself, but achieving only a pathetic, trembling shift beneath the blankets. "Leave." The Nurse smiled. It was a terrifying expression, a thin, curved line that didn't reach her eyes. "I am afraid that is impossible, my charge," she cooed, her voice dropping into a sickeningly sweet, maternal cadence that sent a violent shudder down his spine. "You are far too weak to care for yourself. You are entirely dependent. And you are going to learn that dependence is not a curse. It is the purest form of peace." She stepped back and moved with sudden, startling efficiency to the large, black leather medical bag she had brought with her. It unzipped with a sharp, hungry sound. "Phase one requires a complete environmental reset," she announced, pulling out a pair of heavy, surgical shears. "Your current state is unhygienic and entirely unacceptable." She approached the bed, grasping the edge of the thick duvet. With a single, slow but powerful pull, she ripped the covers away, exposing Elias's shivering, wasted body to the cool air of the room. He was wearing an old, oversized t-shirt and grey sweatpants, stained and sour with sweat. He gasped, a pathetic, high-pitched sound of shock and violation. He tried to cover his crotch with his hands, the deep, instinctual shame of a man being exposed overpowering his physical weakness. "Stop struggling. It only wastes your highly limited energy," she reprimanded sharply. Her hands moved like lightning. The heavy shears slid under the collar of his t-shirt. With a terrifyingly loud, tearing *SNIP*, the fabric parted. She sliced down the center of his chest, parting the t-shirt like a butcher opening a carcass, peeling the fabric away to reveal the sunken hollows of his ribcage and the pale, clammy skin stretched tight over it. "Don't—please—" Elias begged, tears of absolute humiliation hot on his cheeks. He tried to squirm away, to roll off the bed, but she caught his shoulder with one hand, pinning him flat with shocking, effortless strength. "Shh," she shushed him, the sound sharp and commanding. "Good patients do not fight their medicine." The shears moved to the waistband of his sweatpants. Another bright, terrifying sound of tearing fabric, and she split the trousers down the sides, pulling them roughly down his legs and tossing the soiled remnants onto the floor. He was entirely naked. Entirely exposed. A wave of profound, erotic vulnerability crashed over him, confusing and terrifying. He was a grown man, a successful executive, lying paralyzed and naked beneath the cold, clinical gaze of a dominant stranger. He could feel the cool air licking over his sensitive skin, the terrifying emptiness of having his physical defenses completely stripped away. He was waiting to be handled, waiting to be processed. The Nurse didn't afford him a moment to recover. She produced something from her bag—soft, thick white straps made of padded leather and heavy-duty Velcro. "Your motor control is erratic. You are at high risk of injuring yourself in your confused, panicked state," she stated, her tone entirely professional, belying the sheer dominance of her actions. She grabbed his right wrist. He tried to pull the weak appendage away, a pathetic, spastic jerk. She easily overpowered him, wrapping the thick, soft leather around his wrist and pulling the Velcro gently but firmly tight. The sound of the ripping fastener was deafening in the quiet room. She took the end of the strap and secured it to a wide white canvas belt she had wrapped around his belly. She then slid another strap under him that she wrapped under the mattress and attached to the belt. "No, wait, what are you doing!" Elias tried to scream, his voice cracking and fading, the panic escalating into sheer, animal terror. She ignored him. She moved to his left side, grabbing his other wrist. He fought harder this time, fueled by surges of adrenaline, but it was like a toddler fighting a machine. She pressed her forearm down across his sternum, driving the air from his lungs, easily manipulating his flailing left arm and strapping it securely to the opposite side of the belt. His arms were tucked to his belly, his chest heaved, completely open and unprotected. "Just breathe, little one," she hummed, moving to the foot of the bed. She secured his ankles to the bottom end of the mattress, ensuring he was entirely immobile, entirely spread-eagled. He pulled against the restraints, but they were expertly applied—thick and soft so as not to chafe the bruised skin, but absolutely unyielding. He was caught. Bound. Helpless. "There now," the Nurse sighed, standing back to admire her work. She rested her hands on her hips, her eyes sweeping over his restrained, trembling form. "Safe and secure." Elias was sobbing quietly now, the tears tracking down into his ears. He was defeated. The masculine ego, the pride of the provider, the independence he had clung to so desperately had been completely, effortlessly crushed in less than ten minutes. But beneath the crushing humiliation, beneath the sheer terror of his captivity, something dark and deeply unsettling began to bloom in the pit of his stomach. It was a heavy, warm sensation, a hypnotic, sensual undertow pulling at his panic. He didn't have to fight anymore. The terrifying burden of trying to survive, trying to be a man while his body failed him, had been violently stripped away. The decision had been made for him. He was no longer Elias the executive. He was just a body, a helpless, breathing thing, bound to a bed, entirely at the mercy of the Nurse. "We are going to have a very productive rehabilitation, you and I," she whispered, her voice dropping into a low, predatory purr. She reached out, her gloved fingers tracing a slow, agonizingly gentle path down his exposed chest, slipping down over his stomach, and coming to rest possessively over his navel. Elias let out a pathetic, whimpering moan, his body reacting to the touch with a horrifying mix of fear and an involuntary, deep-seated arousal at his absolute submission. "Phase two," the Nurse announced quietly, turning back to her black bag, completely ignoring his distress, "will address the issue of your incontinence. We must ensure you are kept clean, dry... and properly padded." Elias closed his eyes, his tied hands curling into useless fists against the mattress. The world he knew was gone. He was drowning, pulling deeper into a dark, sensual abyss where he was nothing but a helpless, bound infant, molded entirely by the cold, calculating hands of his terrifying new caretaker. And he knew, with chilling certainty, he lacked the strength to ever swim back up. "But, before that.... " # Chapter 2: The Regression Begins "But, before that..." the Nurse murmured, her hand lingering inside the cavernous depths of her black medical bag. Elias squeezed his eyes shut, his chest heaving helplessly against the soft leather straps. He was pinned, spread-eagled, his vulnerability absolute. The cool air of the bedroom licked at his naked skin, every nerve ending screaming in a terrifying mix of humiliation and an unwanted, dark arousal. "Your chart indicates a recent episode of severe distress," she continued, her voice maintaining that flawless, clinical calm. "A seizure resulting in the swallowing of your own tongue. A dangerous complication, Elias. We cannot have a repeat of that, can we?" She withdrew her hand. Between her sterile, latex-clad fingers, she held a massive, silicone medical pacifier. It wasn't a standard hospital bite block; it was shaped like an oversized baby's dummy, complete with a thick, bulbous nipple and a wide, rigid plastic shield. Attached to the shield were thick, white canvas straps with heavy metal buckles. Elias's eyes snapped open, a choked sound of pure horror escaping his dry throat. "No. No, I don't need that. I'm fine, please..." "You are not fine," Nurse Hawthorne corrected smoothly, stepping closer. "You are unstable. And my primary function is your safety. Open." He clamped his jaw shut, turning his head as far as his limited mobility allowed. It was a pathetic, useless gesture of defiance. She didn't raise her voice. She didn't strike him. She simply placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of his jaw, finding the precise pressure points with terrifying anatomical knowledge. She applied a slowly building, agonizing pressure. Elias gasped in pain, his mouth dropping open involuntarily. Before he could pull away, she thrust the massive silicone nipple past his lips. It was huge, filling his oral cavity completely, pressing down his tongue and gagging him instantly. He choked, a desperate, wet sound, thick saliva immediately pooling in his throat. "Shh, accept it," she commanded, not a request but a physical law. She moved behind his head with expert efficiency, pulling the canvas straps tight. She threaded them through the buckles, securing them with a sharp pull that pulled the soft plastic shield tightly against his lips and cheeks. He couldn't spit it out. He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe around the sudden, intrusive bulk. Elias thrashed weakly, his head thrashing side to side on the pillow, tears streaming hot and fast down his temples. He was making pathetic, high-pitched *mmph* sounds, a grown executive reduced to a gagging, silenced animal. "Excellent," she breathed, her icy blue eyes scanning the tight fit. "Now, onto the more pressing matter of hygiene." She moved to the foot of the bed. From the bag, she produced a thick, crinkling white mass. It was an adult medical diaper, heavily padded, featuring thick plastic backing and robust tape tabs. Elias's muffled cries grew more frantic. The sheer degradation of it broke through the terror. He tried to kick, trying to draw his legs together against the straps, but the restraints held his ankles firmly apart. He was entirely open to her. Nurse Hawthorne ignored his struggles entirely. She slid the thick padding under his hips with the practiced ease of a mother changing a thrashing toddler. The plastic crinkled loudly in the silent room, a sound that seemed to shatter the last remnants of his male ego. She pulled the front of the diaper up, fully covering his exposed, shriveled manhood, the thick cotton pressing snugly against his groin. It was unnervingly warm, heavy, and undeniably infantile. Deliberately, she pulled the thick tapes, securing them tightly to the front panel with loud, final *rip* sounds. "There now," she cooed, her hands smoothing over the plastic exterior, patting his padded crotch affectionately. "Clean. Safe. Padded. You won't have to worry about those humiliating little accidents anymore, Elias. It's all taken care of." Elias lay frozen, his chest hitching with silent, gagging sobs around the pacifier. He was strapped down, heavily diapered, and forcefully silenced. He couldn't articulate a single thought, reduced to pure sensation. Slowly, insidiously, a terrifying realization bloomed in his exhausted brain. It was easier not to fight. The thick padding was physically comfortable, containing his shame. The heavy silicone nipple in his mouth forced his jaw to relax, the rhythmic, involuntary suckling motion his body adopted to breathe drawing deep, numbing calm into his frayed nerves. He stopped thrashing. His tear-streaked eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the dark, humiliating comfort of his total regression. *** Miles away, high in the glass-and-steel monolith of her corporate office, Sarah stared out at the sprawling city skyline. The heavy oak door of her office was closed, shutting out the frenetic energy of the trading floor. Her heart was hammering a rapid, chaotic rhythm against her ribs. She had practically fled the house. The memory of Elias, so weak and vulnerable, lying beneath the cold gaze of that intimidating woman, tasted like ash in her mouth. She reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the security app. She needed to see him. She needed to know he was okay, to appease the gnawing guilt that threatened to suffocate her. She tapped the icon for the master bedroom camera. **CONNECTION FAILED.** Sarah blinked, tapping it again. Nothing. She tried the hallway camera, the living room. All offline. A cold knot tightened in her stomach. Nurse Hawthorne had cut the feeds. For a terrifying second, panic flared. She instinctively reached for her keys, ready to leave, ready to run back and save him. But then, her office phone chimed. It was the frantic, blinking light of the external line. The merger call. Millions of dollars, her career, their entire financial future, were resting on this connection. She stared at the phone. Then, she stared at her blank security app. She took a slow, deep breath. For the first time in months, she wasn't listening for the sounds of Elias coughing or falling. She didn't have to smell the sickness or face the crushing exhaustion of being his sole caretaker. The house was silent to her. The burden had been lifted. The knot in her stomach didn't vanish, but it transformed. It wasn't panic anymore; it was a strange, empowering surge of adrenaline. Nurse Hawthorne was a professional. Aunt Evelyn had guaranteed her methods. Elias was safe. And most importantly, he was handled. Sarah set her cell phone face down on the polished mahogany desk. She reached out with a steady hand and pressed the button to connect the conference call. "This is Sarah," she said, her voice dropping into the cool, authoritative register she hadn't been able to muster in half a year. "Let's begin." She sat back in her leather chair, feeling a profound, terrifying rush of freedom. She was the provider. She was the breadwinner. And for the first time, she fully embraced the cold reality that to maintain this power, she had to leave Elias entirely in the dark. *** In the silent, darkened bedroom, Nurse Hawthorne stood quietly, her hands clasped behind her back. She watched the rhythmic, shallow rise and fall of Elias's chest. She listened to the wet, squeaking sound of the pacifier as he unconsciously suckled, his earlier fight completely extinguished by sheer exhaustion and the overwhelming sensory input of his regression. The thick white diaper glowed faintly in the dim light, a stark symbol of his utter helplessness. A thin, satisfied smile touched her lips. He was responding beautifully. The physical shock was bypassing his ego and rewiring his baser instincts. The transition from man to mindful, clean, obedient infant was already underway. She considered pushing further. The chastity device was waiting in her bag, ready to completely sever him from his manhood. But no. Patience was the key to true, lasting obedience. Let him stew. Let his mind fully accept the straps, the pacifier, and the padding. Let him wake in the dark, desperate and helpless, finding comfort only in the very things that degraded him. "Rest now, my sweet, messy little girl," she whispered into the silent room, cementing the shift in his identity. "Tomorrow, the real work begins." She turned and exited the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, securing the house as her permanent domain. # Chapter 3: The Nursery The silence of the master bedroom was no longer a comfort; it was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Elias lay exactly where Nurse Hawthorne had left him, a prisoner in his own home. The thick, white medical canvas straps gripped gently but unyieldingly into his wrists and ankles, keeping his wasted body pinned in a relaxed arms tucked, legs spread position on the mattress. His chest rose and fell in a rapid, shallow rhythm, each breath dragging heavily around the massive silicone bulk of the medical-grade pacifier strapped fiercely into his mouth. He couldn't scream. He couldn't speak. He could only whimper, a continuous, pathetic, high-pitched *mmph* that reverberated entirely within his own skull. Every time he tried to relax his jaw, the heavy plastic shield pressed firmly against his lips, forcing the bulbous nipple back onto his tongue, triggering a deep, irrepressible reflex to suckle. His own body was betraying him, finding a dark, animalistic calmness in the rhythmic, infantile action, even as his mind screamed in profound horror. Even more degrading than the physical restraints or the silenced mouth was the heavy, crinkling warmth encasing his groin. The thick adult diaper Nurse Hawthorne had strapped onto him was a constant, inescapable physical reminder of his utter reduction. It hugged his thighs, thick and heavily padded, riding high on his waist, ensuring there was no possible way to deny its presence. He was a grown man, a former manager whose decisions changed lives, and yet, here he lay, gagged and padded like an unruly infant. He lost track of time. Without the ability to turn his head to look at the clock, without the use of his limbs, existence became an endless expanse of humiliation and forced surrender. Eventually, the thick, heavy oak door clicked open. Nurse Hawthorne stepped into the room. She was an imposing vision in her stark, starched white uniform. Not a single silver hair was out of place in her severe bun. Her icy, clinical gaze swept over him, not with pity or compassion, but with the evaluating scrutiny of an artisan inspecting raw clay. She approached the bed, her sensible heels clicking out a terrifying, rhythmic countdown on the hardwood floor. "You have been surprisingly quiet, Elias," she murmured, her velvet voice vibrating with absolute authority. "I trust the sensory isolation is beginning to dismantle those ridiculous, residual adult anxieties." Elias thrashed weakly, pulling at the thick wrist straps, throwing his head from side to side. He let out a muffled, desperate cry around the rigid plastic of the pacifier, his tear-streaked eyes pleading with her. He wanted it off. He wanted to use the bathroom. He wanted his dignity back. "Hush now," she commanded, not a request, and resting a warm, sterile-gloved hand over his violently heaving chest. The physical contact was simultaneously terrifying and deeply, sensually comforting. The pressure immediately drew his focus, inadvertently grounding his panic. "Your wife is at work, securing your financial future. She is exhausted, Elias. She requires absolute, undisturbed rest upon her return. My assessment of this environment has concluded that the master bedroom is entirely inappropriate for your current level of intensive rehabilitation." He froze. His eyes widened in absolute shock above the rim of the pacifier. What was she saying? This was his room. His bed. His house. She couldn't just move him. "You are going to be relocated," she announced smoothly, stepping back and withdrawing a heavy set of keys from her pristine pocket. "I have prepared a space infinitely more suited to your psychological reduction. You will find it perfectly accommodating for your new... station." She unclasped the thick white canvas straps securing his ankles to the heavy metal rings at the foot of the bed first, though she left the rigid bar of the leg spreader firmly holding his knees apart. His legs, completely atrophied and weak, lay limp and useless against the sheets, permanently held wide open. Then, she released the canvas straps holding his waist to the bed, though she left his wristets securely buckled to the thick belly belt. Instantly, he tried to bring his hands up to tear the canvas straps from behind his head to free the pacifier, but his arms were trapped against his stomach. They trembled violently, managing only to clumsily bat at his own chest before Nurse Hawthorne effortlessly brushed them aside. "Ah ah," she tutted, a mother scolding a misbehaving toddler. "We don't fight the equipment. The pacifier remains. It is essential for your emotional regulation." With shocking strength, she slid her arms under his back and under his knees, lifting his emaciated, diapered frame against her chest. He was frighteningly light. The thick plastic backing of the adult diaper crinkled loudly in the quiet room as his body weight pressed into it. The sound was devastating. He was being carried. A grown man, stripped bare except for a thick diaper and a heavy gag, being carried like a helpless babe by a woman he had met merely hours ago. His face burned with a shame so intense it felt physical. She carried him out of the master bedroom, down the long, expansive hallway of his own home. He had paid for these hardwood floors. He had chosen the wainscoting. Now, he was being transported through it as cargo, an infantilized piece of property. The sunlight streaming through the hallway windows hit his bare skin, maximizing his feeling of total exposure. She bypassed the main guest room entirely, stopping at the far end of the hall, at the door to the last, smallest bedroom in the house. It was a room he and Sarah had mostly ignored, a holdover from the previous owners who had a young family. Nurse Hawthorne pushed the door open with her hip and carried him inside. Elias's eyes went wide, a sound of muffled, absolute despair escaping his plugged mouth. The room had not been repurposed. It was still a nursery. Soft, powder-pink paint covered the walls, adorned with delicate, hand-painted white clouds. A fluffy, circular white rug dominated the center of the hardwood floor. In the corner sat a large plush rocking chair. But it was the focal point of the room that made Elias's stomach plummet into a bottomless chasm of degradation. In the center of the room sat a bed, but it was not a normal bed. It was a specialized, high-sided medical crib. The thick wooden slats were painted a pristine white, reaching up nearly three feet from the mattress. It was undeniably, undeniably designed for someone smaller and infinitely more helpless than a grown man. The mattress itself was covered in a baby-pink fitted sheet, incredibly soft and unyielding. "I discovered this delightful space while moving my own things into the guest suite," Nurse Hawthorne narrated, her voice dripping with clinical satisfaction as she walked toward the massive crib. "It is perfect. A serendipitous blessing. The hyper-feminine aesthetic will act as a constant, subconscious trigger, accelerating your regression. You will find no masculine comfort here, Elias. Only the absolute peace of a sweet, helpless, submissive little baby girl." She leaned over the high rail and deposited him onto the pink sheets. The mattress was incredibly soft, contouring immediately to his wasted frame. He whimpered, attempting to roll, attempting to scramble away, but the sides of the crib loomed above him, an inescapable physical barrier. He was trapped in a nightmare of pink and white. "Your wife was not consulted regarding this relocation," she added, her tone incredibly cold, a deliberate, brutal strike to his ego. "I executed the move under my own authority to ensure her peaceful rest when she returns. She lacks the stomach for this phase. You are entirely, completely mine now." She reached through the bars of the crib, producing a new set of restraints. She replaced the wide white restraints, belly belt and leg spreader; these were thick, pink padded leather cuffs. She expertly locked them around his wrists and ankles, securing them to the thick white slats of the crib. He was gently spread-eagled, utterly trapped against the pink mattress, his diapered crotch thrust embarrassingly upward, his mouth violently plugged. The sensory isolation of the master bedroom had been terrifying, but this was a completely different hell. The pink walls, the plush rug, the high, condemning bars of the oversized crib—it was a total, aggressive dismantling of his adulthood. He wasn't just sick anymore; he was infantile. "Now," Nurse Hawthorne announced, rolling a small medical cart beside the crib. The metal wheels squeaked lightly. "We must address your internal state. You've had a traumatic couple hours, little one. The stress has undoubtedly locked your system. I cannot have you fussy or uncomfortable. And more importantly, I require you completely empty and compliant before we establish your new feeding schedule." Elias’s eyes tracked her movements in terrified confusion. What was she talking about? She reached into a box on the cart and withdrew a small, foil-wrapped torpedo shape. She peeled the foil back, exposing a thick, waxy, yellow glycerin suppository. Elias’s eyes bulged. He shook his head frantically, violent, muffled protests exploding against the thick plastic shield of the pacifier. "Mmmph! Mmm! Nooo!" he cried, his body bucking weakly against the pink restraints. "Do not fight me, Elias," she warned gently, pulling a pair of fresh, sterile blue nitrile gloves onto her hands with a sharp, snapping sound. "This is not a negotiation. You are backed up. Your core temperature is slightly elevated from stress. This will clean you out, bring down your inflammation, and most importantly, it will reinforce exactly who is in control of your bodily functions." She unfastened the thick white tape tabs on the front of his diaper. The loud *skrrt* of the plastic ripping echoed off the pink walls. She pulled the thick front panel down, exposing his shriveled, utterly terrified manhood and his vulnerable abdomen to the cool air. He closed his eyes tightly, tears rushing freely down his cheeks. He was completely defeated. He had no agency. He was strapped into a pink crib, his diaper open, totally at the mercy of a woman executing a terrifying regime of domination. Nurse Hawthorne laid a heavy hand flat against his stomach, pressing down firmly, feeling the tight, anxious knots in his intestines. "You are completely tied up in knots. Relax." She gripped his left knee and pushed his leg up toward his chest as far as his weakened muscles and the restraints would allow, exposing him entirely. He let out a long, humiliated wail around his gag. "Take a deep breath," she commanded. He couldn't help but obey, his lungs hitching as he sucked air around the silicone nipple. The moment he inhaled, she pressed the waxy suppository firmly against his sphincter and, with a smooth, practiced,, and utterly undeniable thrust of her lubricated index finger, pushed it deep inside him. Elias gasped violently, his spine arching off the pink mattress. It burned. It felt deeply intrusive, an absolute violation of his most private, guarded self. He tried to bear down, to push the foreign object out, but she kept her finger firmly pressed in place for a long, agonizing minute, ensuring it bypassed the muscle and began to melt into the hot core of his body. "Hold it," she instructed, her voice completely detached from his emotional agony, focusing entirely on the clinical task. "Do not push. If you push it out, I will simply insert another, and the process will be twice as humiliating." She slowly withdrew her finger. The feeling of fullness, the immediate, cramping need to expel the melting wax, was overwhelming. His stomach gurgled audibly, a loud, treacherous sound in the quiet nursery. Nurse Hawthorne pulled the thick, padded front of his diaper back up over his groin. For the first time, she didn't just tape it; she adjusted it. She pulled the massive leak guards high into his thigh creases, ensuring absolute containment. She fastened the heavy tape tabs tightly, securing the restrictive, humiliating garment firmly against a body that was about to betray him. "You will hold that for exactly twenty minutes," she said, checking a silver watch pinned to her pristine uniform. "Let it work deep into your system. In the meantime, you must be fed." Elias was sweating profusely, his face flushed red not with fever, but with the terrifying, cramping battle raging in his lower abdomen. The suppository was melting, irritating the lining, sending frantic, urgent signals to his brain. He needed a toilet. He needed to be let up. He squirmed against the pink leather cuffs, his hips bucking in pathetic desperation against the thick padding of the diaper. She ignored his obvious distress. She turned to the cart and picked up a large, highly specialized bottle. It held at least sixteen ounces of a thick, chalky white liquid. But it wasn't a standard babby bottle. The bottle itself was constructed of thick glass, and the nipple was monstrous—a thick, elongated brown rubber teat designed for an adult mouth. "Formula," she explained smoothly, seeing his wide, terrified eyes. "Your jaw is weak. Your digestive track is compromised. Solid food is a choking hazard and an unnecessary strain on your energy. This dense, highly caloric medical formula will provide all the nutrients you need." She stepped to the head of the crib and reached behind his head, unbuckling the thick canvas straps holding his pacifier. The moment she pulled the massive silicone shield away from his mouth, Elias gasped, his lower jaw dropping open, the hinges aching fiercely from being forced around the large nipple for hours. He took a huge, shuddering breath, intending to beg, to plead, to demand a bathroom. "Please... please I need to go... the toilet, please!" he rasped, his voice a broken, pathetic croak. "You have a diaper, Elias. You will use it," she stated bluntly, completely erasing the last vestige of his dignity. "Now, drink." Before he could form another syllable, she thrust the massive brown rubber nipple between his lips. It was larger than the pacifier, thick and heavy, pressing deep against his tongue. He gagged instinctually, trying to spit it out, but she simply pinched his nose shut with two clinical fingers. His oxygen cut off. Panic flared. He thrashed his head, his body bucking wildly against the restraints, his stomach simultaneously cramping with terrifying violence from the suppository. He was drowning in a storm of utter physical domination. He had to breathe. And to breathe, he had to open his airway. He swallowed convulsively, his lips sealing around the thick rubber teat by pure survival instinct. The moment he did, she tipped the heavy glass bottle, flooding his mouth with the thick, warm, sweet-tasting formula. It coated his tongue, incredibly heavy and rich. He choked, sputtering, but she kept his nose pinched just long enough for his survival instinct to override his disgust. He began to suck. It was a slow, pathetic, greedy sound. *Slurp... swallow... slurp... swallow.* Nurse Hawthorne stood above him in the pink room, watching the broken manager suckle forcefully from a baby bottle while strapped into a crib. "Good girl," she cooed deeply, the feminine pronoun hitting him like a physical blow. "Drink it all down. Let momma feed you. Empty your mind. Empty your bowels. Just submit to the care." He couldn't stop. The formula was warm, filling his hollow, aching stomach with a heavy, grounding comfort. The rhythmic suckling began to lull his panicked brain. He was crying, thick tears rolling into his ears, entirely overwhelmed by the sheer, sensual eroticism of his absolute helplessness. He was being nurtured while simultaneously being utterly destroyed. Down below, the suppository reached its climax. A sharp, terrifying cramp seized his lower gut. It was an involuntary, uncontrollable spasm. "Nnngh!" he grunted around the bottle, his eyes rolling back. He couldn't hold it. The muscle simply gave way. He felt the terrible, wet rush of his own body voiding itself uncontrollably against his skin. The heavy, thick mass expelled out of him, immediately contained and pressed right back against his buttocks and thighs by the unyielding bulk of the adult diaper. The smell hit him almost instantly, a sharp, sickly-sweet odor of glycerin and human waste that filled the pristine, pink nursery. He was messing himself. He was a grown man, and he was actively, helplessly filling a diaper while drinking from a baby bottle. The humiliation was so profound, so absolute, it shattered his mind. He stopped fighting the bottle. He stopped fighting the restraints. He closed his eyes and simply surrendered to the terrible, comforting warmth spreading heavily between his legs. The dark, sensual undertow of complete submission finally dragged him under. It was easier not to be a man. It was easier to be exactly what she wanted. A messy, helpless, stupid baby. He drained the bottle, his suckling becoming slow and rhythmic, his body completely limp against the pink sheets, occasionally twitching as the last of his bowels emptied into the thick padding. Nurse Hawthorne pulled the empty bottle from his mouth with a soft, wet pop. She looked down at him, observing his glazed, defeated eyes, the slack jaw, and the unmistakable, heavy bulge filling the front and back of his thick white diaper. "Oh my," she sighed, a sickeningly sweet maternal tone coating her dominant voice. "Someone has made an incredibly big mess. A very stinky, naughty girl." Elias just whimpered, a soft, broken sound, unable to even muster the energy to feel the shame anymore. He just felt heavy, deeply warm, and completely safe in his degradation. "We cannot leave you like this," she continued, retrieving a large packet of thick, alcohol-free wet wipes from the cart. "You will get a terrible rash. We must get you clean and fresh before bedtime." She unfastened his diaper tapes for the second time. The smell was intense, the reality of his regression undeniable. She pulled the front panel down, exposing the horrifying, degrading mess he had made of himself. She didn't flinch. She simply went to work. She gripped his ankles, pushing his legs up, fully exposing him, and began to wipe him clean. The sensation was earth-shattering. The cool, wet wipes sliding over his most sensitive, private areas, clearing away his own filth, handled by a strange woman with terrifying efficiency. It was an act of extreme intimacy twisted into an act of supreme domination. He felt a dark, terrifying, involuntary flush of heat pool in his groin, his shriveled member twitching pathetically under the friction of her cleaning. He was aroused by his own degradation. The realization was the final nail in the coffin of his ego. Nurse Hawthorne noticed the twitch. Her lips curled into a knowing, terrifying smile. "There is nothing left of the man, Elias. Your body knows the truth even if your mind is catching up. You belong to the diaper. You belong to the crib. You are a helpless, submissive thing, and we are going to enjoy molding you immensely." She finished wiping him, expertly sliding the soiled diaper out from under him and replacing it with a fresh, extremely thick overnight diaper. She taped it up with brutal efficiency, leaving him padded, clean, and completely broken. She immediately shoved the massive silicone pacifier back into his mouth, strapping it tightly behind his head. The gag re-engaged, clicking the magnetic lock on his silence. "Sleep now," she commanded, stepping back, the heavily soiled diaper wrapped neatly in a plastic bag dangling from her fingers. "The transition is complete. Goodnight, little one." She dimmed the lights, leaving only a soft, pink nightlight glowing in the corner, and left the room. Elias lay in the quiet, pink dark. He felt incredibly heavy. The new diaper was thick and reassuring between his legs. His stomach was full of warm formula. His jaw was locked around the soothing shape of the pacifier. He sucked on it slowly, rhythmically, the tears drying on his cheeks as a deep, suffocating, peaceful sleep dragged him under. *** Sarah arrived home nearly six hours later. The house was entirely dark, completely silent. She dropped her heavy leather briefcase by the door, exhausted to her marrow. The merger had been a complete success. She had led the calls, negotiated the terms, and secured her place at the firm. She was the absolute master of her professional domain. She took off her heels, padding softly down the hallway toward the master bedroom. She felt a twinge of the old, familiar dread—the expectation of hearing Elias coughing, the smell of illness, the overwhelming physical demands that awaited her the moment she opened the door. She pushed the door open, bracing herself. The room was pristine. The air smelled of lavender and fresh linen. The massive king-sized bed was perfectly made, the duvet folded neatly down. All the medical equipment, the IV poles, the monitors—everything was gone. Elias was gone. She stopped in her tracks, panic flaring for a brief, sharp second. Did he... did she...? She spotted a neat, handwritten note sitting perfectly centered on her bedside table. *Sarah,* *I have relocated the patient to the unused bedroom at the far end of the hall to facilitate a more intensive, sensory-controlled rehabilitation program. More importantly, this transition guarantees your absolute, uninterrupted rest. Your sleep is paramount to your ability to provide for this household.* *Do not disturb him tonight. The transition is delicate.* *Rest well.* *- Nurse Hawthorne* Sarah read the note twice. She stared at the empty, massive bed—her bed, completely devoid of the sickness, the stress, the terrifying responsibility. A wave of profound, intense, guilt-laced relief washed over her so powerfully her knees nearly buckled. She didn't have to share a room with him. She didn't have to listen to him whimper. She was separated from the failure of his body entirely. She didn't walk down the hall. She didn't check on him. She simply stripped off her tailored suit, crawled into the center of the massive, empty bed, and fell into the deepest, most restful sleep she had experienced in six months. *** The morning sun filtered through the sheer pink curtains, casting a warm, rosy glow over the nursery. Sarah stood in the doorway, a cup of hot coffee gripped in her hands. She had woken up refreshed, completely energized, feeling like a titan ready to conquer the day. Guilt had finally forced her feet down the hall to check on her husband's new accommodations. She peered into the room, her breath catching in her throat. The room was undeniably a little girl's nursery. The pink walls, the plush rug, the overwhelming femininity of it all was bizarre, almost jarring. But it was the massive crib in the center that held her attention. Elias was perfectly visible through the high white bars. He was laying on his back, his arms and legs secured to the wooden slats by thick pink cuffs. He was entirely naked, save for a massive, thick white adult diaper that padded his groin with shocking, infantile bulk. A huge silicone pacifier was strapped fiercely over his mouth, the heavy canvas belts pressing into his cheeks. Sarah let out a small gasp. It was alarming. It was incredibly degrading. He looked entirely like a helpless, oversized baby. The sight of her former, strong, capable husband reduced to a diapered, pacified infant in a crib sent a confusing, terrified spike of shock through her chest. This was extreme. This was madness. But then, she watched him. His chest was rising and falling in a deep, perfectly even rhythm. His face, usually knotted tight with pain, anxiety, and the crushing humiliation of his illness, was completely smooth. He looked younger. The dark circles under his eyes seemed less pronounced. He was suckling softly, rhythmically on the pacifier, his body completely relaxed, surrendered entirely to the deep, padded comfort of his regression. He wasn't suffering. For the first time in months, he wasn't fighting a losing battle against his failing body. He looked... incredibly peaceful. Sarah took a slow sip of her coffee, the alarming sight of the diaper and the gag slowly dulling against the undeniable reality of his profound calm. She wasn't a caregiver anymore. She looked at the helpless, diapered man in the crib, and she didn't see a partner. She saw a cared for child . A completely manageable, quiet, dependent thing that would no longer drain her life force. A slow, terrifyingly serene smile touched her lips. She didn't hate it. In fact, she realized with a shocking jolt of pure dominance, she loved it. She turned away from the crib, closing the nursery door softly behind her, leaving her husband exactly where he needed to be. # Chapter 4: The Enema The pink walls of the nursery seemed to pulsate with a deceptive, saccharine warmth. It had been twenty-four hours since Elias was unceremoniously dumped into the massive, high-sided medical crib. Twenty-four hours of absolute, unyielding confinement. The thick pink leather cuffs binding his wrists and ankles to the white wooden slats had not been unbuckled once. The heavy, humiliating bulk of the oversized white diaper crinkling between his thighs was a constant, terrifying reminder of his regression, completely inescapable. And most dominant of all was the sheer, unrelenting presence of the massive silicone pacifier strapped fiercely into his mouth. He was exhausted, not just physically—though his wasted muscles screamed from the enforced immobility—but psychologically. Every ounce of his adult dignity had been systematically dismantled. He had been reduced to a babbling, leaking infant, dependent on an imposing, clinical stranger for his most basic physical needs. As the morning progressed into early afternoon, a dull, throbbing ache began to take root behind his eyes. His throat felt like cracked parchment, parched and scratchy around the rigid plastic shield of his gag. He swallowed thickly, finding no moisture. The formula from the night before seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a desperate, hollow need for water. His lips, pressed open by the bulbous nipple of the pacifier, felt dry and chapped. He was thirsty. It was a simple, primal need, yet in his current state, it was an insurmountable crisis. He gave a weak jerk against the pink restraints, the leather creaking slightly. He tried to articulate a plea for water, but the heavy silicone occupying his mouth turned his words into a series of pathetic, muffled grunts. "Nnnnph... nnnnnrrr..." The nursery door swung open with a quiet, efficient click. Nurse Hawthorne stepped into the room, a vision of terrifying, starchy white authority. She pushed a sleek stainless-steel medical cart ahead of her, the rubber wheels gliding silently over the fluffy pink rug. Elias’s eyes immediately locked onto the cart. There was no water pitcher. No cup. Instead, there was a frightening array of specialized medical equipment laid out on sterile blue towels. Tubes, a large clear plastic bag filled with a slightly opaque fluid, a terrifyingly large jar of thick medical lubricant, and a sleek, intimidatingly heavy-looking black silicone device that made Elias’s heart plummet into his stomach. "Ah, the little one is fussy," Nurse Hawthorne noted, her voice a chilling blend of maternal cooing and absolute, unyielding dominance. She parked the cart beside the crib and leaned over the high rail, her sharp eyes scanning his flushed face and dried lips. "I expected as much. Your vitals during my morning remote monitoring indicated a slight downward trend." Elias thrashed his head side to side on the pink mattress, his eyes wide and pleading above the gag. *Water*, his mind screamed. *Just give me some water!* "You are experiencing minor dehydration, Elias," she diagnosed smoothly, stepping back and pulling a pair of fresh, tight blue nitrile gloves onto her hands with a sharp, snapping sound that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room. "Your body is still adjusting to the liquid formula diet, and your continuous, anxious struggling is expending unnecessary moisture through perspiration." She reached down to the cart and picked up a long, slender digital thermometer. It was encased in a hygienic plastic sheath and tipped with a small dab of clear gel. "Before we proceed with the rehydration protocol, I must confirm your core temperature. Given your compromised state, an oral reading is compromised by the necessary presence of your pacifier, and tympanic readings are notoriously inaccurate for our precise needs." Elias’s eyes bulged as the terrifying reality of her words washed over him. She wasn't going to unbuckle the pacifier. She was going to— "Roll onto your side," she commanded, not a request, but a flat expectation of immediate compliance. He couldn't roll. He was spread-eagled and tied down. He whined, a long, high-pitched *mmmmmph* of visceral panic, pulling frantically against the pink ankle cuffs. "Ah, yes. The restraints," she remarked, entirely unbothered. She reached through the bars and smoothly unbuckled his right ankle and right wrist, leaving his left side firmly anchored to the crib's slats. "Do not attempt to fight me, Elias. You are weak, and I am not in the mood to wrestle a disobedient patient. Turn over." With half his body free, he desperately tried to curl into a defensive ball, to protect his exposed, vulnerable groin. But Nurse Hawthorne was too quick, too experienced. With one hand planted firmly on his shoulder and the other gripping his thick, padded hip, she effortlessly flipped him onto his left side. He was completely exposed. The massive, thick white overnight diaper, still slightly damp from his morning wetting, rode high on his waist, its thick plastic backing tight across his buttocks. She reatched his right wrist next to his left leaving his right leg free. "Knees up," she instructed coldly, pushing his free right leg up toward his chest, forcing him into a deeply humiliating, fetal-like position that completely exposed his padded rear end to her clinical scrutiny. She secured his rigth ankle in this higher postion. She didn't hesitate. With practiced efficiency, she gripped the thick tape tabs on the top side of his diaper and ripped it open. The loud *skrrrrt* of the plastic tearing filled the nursery, a sound that Elias was quickly learning to associate with absolute, crushing degradation. She pulled the thick back panel of the diaper down, exposing his bare skin to the cool air of the room. He felt incredibly small, completely powerless, an object to be manipulated and measured. "Take a deep breath," she ordered calmly. Before he could even register the command, he felt the cold, hard tip of the thermometer press against his sphincter. He gasped, his body stiffening in instinctive denial. It was profoundly intrusive, an act of such deep physical violation that bypassed his rational mind and struck directly at his primal sense of bodily autonomy. "Relax the muscle, Elias. Fighting it will only cause unnecessary discomfort," she warned, holding his hip firmly in place as she smoothly inserted the slender probe into his rectum. He let out a muffled sob around the pacifier, tears welling in his eyes. He hated it. He hated how easily she breached his defenses. He hated that he was too weak to stop her. He was a grown man, entirely submissive, getting his temperature taken rectally in a pink crib like a sick infant. This was his life now. It was terrifying. The thermometer beeped, a sharp, clinical sound. Nurse Hawthorne withdrew the probe and wiped him clean with a thick, alcohol-free wipe before pulling the diaper back up, lightly securing the tapes. "Slightly elevated. 99.8. Confirmed dehydration. As I suspected." She released his right side allowing him to roll back onto his back, immediately reapplying the pink cuffs to his right wrist and ankle. He was spread out again, breathing heavily, completely flushed with shame. "Your gastrointestinal tract is entirely unequipped to handle massive, sudden intakes of oral fluids," she explained, turning back to the medical cart. "Attempting to rehydrate you through a bottle would likely trigger violent nausea and aspiration, given your gag reflex and the mandatory pacifier. Therefore, we will bypass the stomach entirely." She picked up the large, clear plastic bag he had noticed earlier. It was filled with nearly a gallon of warm saline solution. Attached to the bottom of the bag was a long, clear surgical tube ending in a smooth, tapered nozzle. "We will be administering a massive retention enema," she announced, hanging the fluid bag from an IV pole integrated into the side of the crib. "The lower intestine is highly vascular and incredibly efficient at absorbing fluids directly into the bloodstream. It is the safest, most immediate method to correct your internal imbalance." Elias’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. An enema. A *massive* retention enema. The sheer volume of fluid in that bag was terrifying. His bowels tightened in sympathetic panic. He didn't want it. He couldn't handle it. The physical fullness, the cramping, the utter loss of control over his own body—it was too much to bear. "Nnnoo! Mmmph! Plsss!" he begged, thrashing wildly against the pink leather, his body slick with nervous sweat. He tried to squeeze his legs together, but the restraints held his thighs stubbornly apart, leaving him wide open and defenseless. Nurse Hawthorne ignored his panic with chilling ease. She reached into the jar of thick medical lubricant, scooping out a generous glob with her gloved fingers. "The process is simple, but it demands absolute compliance," she lectured, stepping to the foot of the crib. She reached down, undoing the fresh tapes on his diaper once again, pulling the thick padding down and completely exposing his genitals and his rear. Elias squeezed his eyes shut. The shame was absolute. He was spread wide open, completely bare, gagged and strapped down while a strict, dominating nurse prepared to pump a gallon of fluid into his helpless body. "I will administer the fluid," she continued, her voice steady and implacable. "And because your sphincter control has been dramatically compromised by recent events and your overall physical weakness, you will not be able to hold the water in on your own. Your body will violently attempt to expel the fluid before it can be absorbed." She picked up the heavy black silicone device from the cart. It was a massive butt plug, thick and intimidating, with a dramatically flared base designed specifically to prevent expulsion. "Therefore," she said, holding the plug up so it caught the soft pink light of the room, ensuring he saw its horrifying dimensions, "I will be inserting this specialized medical retention plug immediately after the enema fluid is introduced. It will remain in place for exactly one hour, acting as an absolute physical barrier to ensure total fluid absorption regardless of your body's panicked desire to void." Elias thought he was going to vomit. The sheer size of the plug, coupled with the thought of holding back a gallon of water, was agonizing. It stripped away his final, desperate illusion of control. He couldn't even control his own bowels anymore. She was going to fill him up and plug him shut like a literal piece of plumbing. "Please... don't..." he managed to mumble out around the pacifier, a pathetic, wet sound. She didn't answer. She simply guided the lubricated nozzle of the enema tube to his tight, trembling sphincter. "Deep breath. Now." She pushed. Elias arched off the mattress, a muffled, tearing scream suppressed behind the silicone shield of his gag. The nozzle slid deep inside him, violating his most private space with clinical precision. "Good. Now, I am opening the valve," she said, reaching up to the IV pole. The warm saline rushed in. It was a terrifying sensation—a heavy, unnatural flood of fluid filling his lower gut with shocking speed. He felt his bowels instantly swell, stretching uncomfortably. The pressure spiked almost immediately, accompanied by a hollow, sickening gurgle deep in his belly. He grunted violently, desperately trying to bear down, to push the invading fluid out, but Nurse Hawthorne held the nozzle firmly in place. "Do not fight it, Elias. Accept the care." It kept coming. Half a gallon. Two-thirds. The bag was emptying, and his abdomen was visibly distending, swelling with the warm liquid. The urge to expel it became an all-consuming, agonizing klaxon in his brain. His legs shook violently against the pink restraints. He was panting frantically around the pacifier, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Almost done," she murmured, watching the fluid level carefully. When the last drop drained from the bag, she swiftly pulled the nozzle out. Instantly, his body convulsed, a violent, uncontrollable spasm commanding him to push it all out. But before he could even flex the muscle, she thrust the massive, heavily lubricated black silicone plug into him. Elias let out a long, high-pitched but mostly muffled wail of pure agony and absolute humiliation. The plug was huge. It stretched him wide open, filling him completely, the wide, flared base pressing firmly against his skin, locking him shut. It was in. The fluid was trapped. The physical sensation was overwhelming. He felt impossibly full, his stomach sloshing and cramping terrifyingly with every frantic breath he took. And the plug—the plug was a constant, heavy, deep pressure that seemed to radiate through his entire pelvis. But there was something else. Something deeply, profoundly horrifying. The intense, invasive medical procedures—the rectal thermometer, the rush of warm fluid, the profound stretching of the massive plug deep inside his prostate—it was an aggressive, overwhelming symphony of sensual stimulation. It bypassed his conscious horror and tapped directly into his body's primal wiring. As he lay there, weeping and panting, completely helpless and filled to the brim with enema fluid, he felt a terrible, undeniable warmth spreading through his groin. His shriveled, terrified manhood began to harden. He tried to stop it. He mentally screamed at his own body, commanding it to stand down, to retain whatever tiny shred of pathetic dignity he had left. But he had no control. He had surrendered his agency at the door of the nursery. His body was no longer his own; it belonged to the restraints, the diapers, the pacifier, and now, to the intense, humiliating stimulation of the plug. Within moments, he was sporting a thick, angry, throbbing erection. It stood straight up from his exposed groin, completely undeniable, pointing like an accusing finger toward the pink ceiling. It was the ultimate betrayal. He was gagged, strapped into a crib, actively holding back a massive enema with a huge plug, and he was profoundly, embarrassingly aroused. It was the most vulnerable, shameful moment of his entire life. Nurse Hawthorne paused her cleanup, her clinically cold eyes dropping to his rigid erection. She didn't gasp. She didn't look away. Her icy gaze was entirely evaluating. "Well," she said softly, an undercurrent of dangerous satisfaction rippling through her voice. "That is an entirely inappropriate reaction to medical care, Elias." He whimpered, deeply ashamed, wishing desperately he could just disappear into the pink mattress. But amidst the crushing humiliation, a pathetic, desperate spark of hope flared in his chest. His body ached. The arousal was uncomfortable, tight, demanding. A tiny, fractured part of his broken ego wondered... would she release him? Would this strict, imposing woman take pity on his overwhelming physical state and grant him an orgasm? Would she 'take care' of him? Before he could indulge the pathetic fantasy further, the nursery door clicked open again. Elias's heart stopped. Sarah stood in the doorway. She was still wearing the sharply tailored black trousers and silk blouse from her workday, her hair pulled back into a severe, professional ponytail. She looked powerful. She looked entirely in control. And her eyes were fixed directly on her husband. She had come to assuage the minor, residual pangs of guilt she felt over abandoning him to the nursery. She expected to walk in, see him sleeping soundly, pat herself on the back for making the difficult but necessary decision, and leave. Instead, she walked into a scene of utter, humiliating medical domination. She saw Elias strapped into the oversized crib, his diaper completely open, exposing him entirely to the room. She saw his flushed, tear-streaked face, the massive pacifier silencing his cries. She saw his swollen, distended stomach, the clear tubing of the emptied enema bag hanging from the IV pole. And she saw the thick, black base of the massive retention plug keeping the fluid trapped inside him. She stopped dead in her tracks. The immediate, visceral expectation was absolute horror. She was his wife. She should be outraged. She should be rushing to his side, demanding the restraints be removed, furious that this woman had subjected her husband to such deeply degrading treatment. She waited for the surge of protective anger. It didn't come. Instead, she felt a profound, almost terrifying sense of detachment. She wasn't looking at Elias, the strong, capable man she had married. She was looking at a patient. A subject. A completely helpless, highly managed creature that was currently enduring a necessary, clinical procedure. He looked less like a husband and more like a deeply distressed, thoroughly managed patient. And then, her eyes drifted down to his throbbing, undeniable erection. Elias let out a pathetic, desperate whine around his gag when he realized she was looking at his arousal. The shame was suffocating. His own wife was witnessing his ultimate breakdown, seeing him hard and helpless while plugged and filled with an enema. He wanted to dissapear. Sarah stared at the erection. It was pronounced, angry, completely out of place in this hyper-medicalized, infantile environment. It was the last, stubborn vestige of his male ego fighting back against the diapers and the crib. She expected to feel concern. She expected to feel a twinge of the old, familiar intimacy they used to share. But as she watched the Nurse reach down and casually flick the throbbing tip with a sterile, gloved finger, an entirely different emotion hit her. "Mrs. Sterling," Nurse Hawthorne said smoothly, completely unfazed by the intrusion. "Your timing is impeccable. We are currently managing a minor dehydration crisis." "I see," Sarah replied, her voice remarkably steady, stepping slightly further into the pink room. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her husband's humiliating predicament. "The retention enema is fully administered, and the plug is secured," the Nurse explained clinically, her hands moving expertly over the medical cart. "However, as you can see, the intense nature of the procedure has triggered an involuntary, parasympathetic arousal response. It is a common, though deeply inconvenient, reflex in the male anatomy." Elias bucked weakly against the pink cuffs, a muffled, humiliated sob escaping him. He was a piece of meat being discussed by the two most powerful women in his life. "Is it... alright?" Sarah asked, her voice tight, a strange mixture of fascination and an entirely unexpected, dark arousal pooling heavy and warm low in her own belly. Seeing him so completely subdued, so entirely powerless and exposed, was triggering something deep and dominant within her. "No, it is not," Nurse Hawthorne stated flatly. Her tone shifted from clinical observation to cold, medical fact. "Elias's cardiovascular system is severely compromised from his illness. The sudden, intense fluctuations in blood pressure associated with maintaining a prolonged erection of this magnitude are mildly dangerous. His heart rate is already elevated from the stress of the enema. This arousal is actively straining his recovery." Sarah's breath hitched. "Dangerous?" "Not usually critical, but these is small chance. It is an unnecessary and risky expenditure of energy," the Nurse confirmed, her eyes meeting Sarah's with a terrifying, knowing intensity. "It reinforces a masculine drive that will setback his recovery, and it physically threatens his health." Elias listened, his panic spiking. Dangerous? His erection was dangerous? The tiny, pathetic glimmer of hope that he might be granted a release shattered instantly, replaced by sheer terror. "Fortunately, we can simply wait for this one to subside," Nurse Hawthorne continued smoothly. "The constant pressure of the enema fluid against his prostate will likely keep him fully aroused but the pressure will also offset and blodd pressure drop. It's afterward i'm worred about." "What... what do we do, then?" Sarah asked, taking another step closer to the crib, mesmerized by the absolute control the Nurse wielded over her husband's body. Nurse Hawthorne's lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. This was the moment. The perfect opportunity to permanently rewrite the dynamic of the household and cement Elias's total subjugation. "I will take care of it, immediately following the evacuation of the enema," Nurse Hawthorne promised casually, though the words carried a heavy, terrifying finality. "I will implement a long term, secure solution that will entirely prevent these dangerous erections from occurring in the future. It is a necessary medical intervention for his own safety." Sarah felt a profound, staggering wave of relief wash over her. It was a dark, selfish relief. She wouldn't have to deal with his libido. She wouldn't have to manage his masculine ego during his recovery. The Nurse was going to quite literally prevent his erections. The realization sent a wicked, powerful thrill shooting straight down to Sarah's core. Her husband, her absnetee partner, was going to be completely managed. He was going to be kept entirely safe effectly with a need shsheould would be obligated to address. "That... that sounds best," Sarah managed to say, her voice slightly breathless with the sudden, intoxicating rush of power. Elias whimpered loudly, shaking his head frantically against the pink sheets. A long term solution? What did that mean? His mind raced with terrifying images. He was going to be locked up. He was never going to feel pleasure again. This wasn't just a medical intervention; this was a dismantling of his manhood. "Now," Nurse Hawthorne said, seamlessly shifting gears, recognizing that she had the Wife hook, line, and sinker. "The primary issue at hand is the retention of the fluid. The physical cramping and the psychological stress of holding the enema, combined with his inappropriate arousal, is causing him significant distress. We need his heart rate to slow down. He needs comfort." She reached onto the top of the medical cart and picked up a large, pink plastic bottle of baby lotion. She popped the top and stepped back, holding it out to Sarah. "You are his provider, Mrs. Sterling. He looks to you for safety. He requires maternal, soothing touch to help him endure this necessary discomfort." Sarah blinked, looking from the pink bottle in the Nurse's hand to her completely naked, gagged, heavily plugged, and intensely aroused husband writhing in the crib. It was a brilliant, devastating manipulation. Nurse Hawthorne was formally inviting Sarah to participate in the humiliation, framing it entirely as an act of loving, necessary medical care. By touching him now, while he was in this ultimate state of degradation, Sarah would cement her position as his dominant owner, completely complicit in his infantilization. Sarah slowly reached out and took the bottle. The plastic felt heavy in her hands. She squeezed a large puddle of the thick, white lotion into her palm. It smelled strongly of baby powder and sweet lavender—the undeniable scent of a nursery. She stepped right up to the heavy wooden bars of the crib. Elias looked up at her, tears streaming freely down his cheeks, his eyes wide with a mixture of desperate pleading and absolute shame. She didn't need to feel sorry for him. She was going to comfort him. She looked at his helpless, dependent state, and she felt a powerful, overwhelming wave of gentle, maternal affection—completely divorced from marital intimacy. He was just a dependent that needed to be cared for. A child or a pet that needed soothing during an uncomfortable procedure. She reached through the bars and laid her hands on his chest. Elias let out a long, shuddering sigh around his pacifier at the contact. Her hands were cool and soft. It was the first loving touch from her he had felt in days. "Shhhh, it's okay," Sarah murmured, her voice taking on a soft, cooing tone that she hadn't used since her niece was a toddler. She began to rub the thick baby lotion in wide, smooth circles across his chest and stomach. "Just relax, sweetheart. It's just a treatment. The Nurse is making you all better." The sensation was profoundly confusing for Elias. The physical comfort of his wife's hands rubbing lotion into his skin was deeply soothing, calming his racing heart and easing the sharp panic in his chest. But the context—the diapers, the crib, the plug, his raging erection, and the terrifying promise of a "long term solution"—made it an agonizingly humiliating experience. He was surrendering. He couldn't fight her touch. He leaned his head back against the pink sheets, his eyes fluttering closed as she methodically worked the sweet-smelling lotion into his arms, his shoulders, entirely ignoring his throbbing arousal and the massive black plug protruding from his rear. She was soothing a baby. And he was letting her. Sarah found a deep, joyful satisfaction in the act. His total dependence on her for comfort while he endured the Nurse's extreme treatment made her feel incredibly good. She wasn't a stressed caregiver; she was a released wife, bestowing gentle comfort on her improving husband who was other completely under the nurses complete care. For twenty glorious, terrifying minutes, the dynamic of the house firmly locked into place. The dominant Provider, the clinical Rehabilitator, and perfectly caught between them, the helpless, plugged, and pacified Patient, his will completely breaking under the gentle, devastating application of baby lotion. *** An hour later, the ordeal was over. The plug had been unceremoniously yanked out, the fluid evacuated explosively into a bedpan under the Nurse's critical gaze, and Elias was left spent, exhausted, and deeply traumatized. He was freshly diapered, strapped securely back into the pink crib, the massive pacifier still firmly locked in his mouth. The terrified exhaustion finally dragged him into a deep, dreamless sleep. Down the long hallway, in the massive, reclaimed master bedroom, Sarah lay flat on her back in the exact center of the immense king-sized mattress. The room was completely quiet. The house was entirely under control. She wore a luxurious, dark silk nightgown that clung to her curves. The stress of the past six months felt like a distant memory, completely eradicated by the sheer, undeniable reality of her newly established dominance. Her mind kept replaying the image of Elias in the crib. The thick white diaper. The heavy black plug. The massive pacifier. And the throbbing, embarrassing erection that she would never, ever have to deal with till he had completed treatment. Nurse Hawthorne had promised to take care of it. He was going to be sealed away somehow, neutralized for his recovry, kept pure and unbothered like a doll. The thought sent a wicked, powerful jolt of pure arousal shooting straight to her core. It was a deeply selfish, dominant thrill. She was the absolute master of her universe. She had her career, she had her wealth, and now, she had a completely subdued, perfectly manageable little dependent who existed solely to be handled by others for her convenience. Breathing heavily in the quiet dark of her reclaimed sanctuary, Sarah slide her hand down the smooth silk of her nightgown, slipping intimately between her own thighs. She closed her eyes, a wicked, immensely satisfied smile touching her lips as she began to touch herself. She thought of the Nurse's clinical, impressive efficiency. She thought of Elias's soft, muffled whimpers as she had lotioned his helpless body. She thought of his inevitable, nessecary submission. And in the perfect, undisturbed quiet of her massive bedroom, completely relieved of the burdens of a active marriage, Sarah Sterling found her own dark, explosive release, immensely happy that her husband's manhood was, at least for now, somebody else's problem. # Chapter 5: The Tube The exhaustion that followed the retention enema was unlike anything Elias had ever experienced. It was a bone-deep, trembling fatigue that left his limbs heavy and utterly useless against the soft pink sheets of the crib-like bed. The nursery, usually so bright and cheery, was now dimly lit, the pastel walls throwing long, soft, feminine shadows across his securely restrained body. The thick, crinkling diaper padding between his legs was a constant, undeniable reality, a physical barrier separating him from his adult life. But as the minutes ticked by in the quiet room, it was the lingering, throbbing ache of his own prolonged arousal that truly terrified him, a stark reminder of the male ego that the Nurse was so systematically breaking down. His body had betrayed him completely during the invasive medical procedure. The stretching, absolute fullness of the large medical plug had sent confusing, humiliating spikes of sensual stimulation through his weakened system, bypassing his logical brain entirely. And still, even as his core muscles twitched with phantom fullness and the exhaustion dragged at his eyelids, his penis remained agonizingly rigid. It jutted awkwardly against the thick, super-absorbent material of his thick infantile garments, a stubborn physical flag of his maleness. The prolonged erection was a physiological defiance against the total submission being forced upon him, but it was a defiance he had no energy or agency to act upon. He was trapped in his own body, a prisoner to both the physical restraints of the bed and the invasive, eroticized medical care. The Nurse had promised to "take care of it." Through the hazy fog of his physical exhaustion and the rhythmic, involuntary sucking of the massive medical pacifier strapped firmly into his mouth, Elias clung to a pathetic, deeply embarrassing shred of hope. Perhaps she meant a final release. Perhaps this clinical, terrifying, yet strangely maternal woman would grant him the merciful oblivion of an orgasm, a final acknowledgment of his fading masculinity before she completely dissolved his adult identity. It was a desperate, humiliating hope, but it was the only thing keeping him tethered to his sanity as he lay there in his own medically induced helplessness. He waited, his chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic pants, his muffled whimpers swallowed entirely by the large silicone teat filling his mouth. He prayed to whatever god was listening for a release that would allow him to feel like a man one last time, even if it was at the hands of his captor. Meanwhile, in the sterile, almost echoing silence of the brightly lit designer kitchen at the other end of the house, the Wife sat alone at the sprawling marble island. A cup of expensive, artisanal herbal tea was cooling untouched in front of her. The residual hum, the adrenaline, and the intense focus of her high-stakes corporate merger calls still buzzed at the edges of her mind. But that professional energy was being rapidly and irrevocably replaced by the surreal, incredibly potent reality of her new domestic life. She felt a profound, unprecedented calmness settling over her shoulders. The crushing, terrifying burden of being her sick husband's sole caregiver—the late nights, the constant anxiety, the feeling of her career slipping through her fingers—had entirely evaporated. It was replaced by a new, intoxicating sensation: the detached, authoritative power of being the sole, unquestioned provider for a completely dependent household. The soft, measured, impossibly quiet footsteps of the Nurse broke the silence. The imposing woman entered the kitchen, moving with the grace of a predator and the precision of a surgeon. She carried a sleek metal medical clipboard against her immaculate white apron. Her expression was perfectly neutral, the picture of clinical professionalism, yet there was an unmistakable glint of absolute, calculated satisfaction in her sharp eyes. "The rehydration procedure was entirely successful," the Nurse reported, her voice smooth, unwavering, and carrying the absolute authority of a head physician. "His vitals have stabilized significantly. However, as I noted earlier during the procedure, Elias has developed a pronounced, prolonged erection due to the invasive but necessary physical stimulation of the retention enema. In his currently weakened, recovering state, these extreme and sustained fluctuations in blood pressure are highly dangerous. They tax his cardiovascular system unnecessarily and divert his vital healing energy away from his broader, long-term recovery." The Wife nodded slowly, her perfectly manicured fingers wrapping around the warm ceramic of her mug, seeking its physical heat. She didn't feel the panicked, breathless concern she once would have felt just a week ago. Instead, she felt a profound, almost analytical detachment. She was analyzing the situation not as a loving wife worried about her husband's discomfort, but as a CEO evaluating a problem with a subordinate's performance. "You said you had a solution," the Wife stated, her voice calm and remarkably even. "You promised to 'take care of it.'" "I do have a highly effective solution," the Nurse replied smoothly. She stepped forward, her movements deliberate, and placed the heavy metal clipboard on the marble counter, sliding it precisely in front of the Wife. "It requires an application of physical medical restraint. Given his psychological profile and his physical needs, I am strongly recommending the immediate application of a long-term, body-heat-activated rubber chastity tube. It is the only medically sound way to ensure his continued safety and compliance." The Wife looked down at the documents presented to her. The paperwork was dense, heavy with clinical terminology, and featured detailed, almost shockingly graphic anatomical diagrams of the male reproductive system. "A chastity tube?" the Wife asked, her voice betraying a hint of genuine fascination rather than the horror she ought to have felt. The word itself sounded medieval, intensely restrictive, and incredibly powerful. "It is a highly specialized, precisely-engineered medical device," the Nurse clarified, her tone deeply reassuring yet filled with an undeniable, heavy authority. "It is specifically designed to fully neutralize his sexual agency and physically enforce a state of absolute, uninterrupted calm. This device is not a toy. It is constructed from a unique, hyper-elastic surgical rubber polymer. Once it is applied to his genitals, his own natural body heat will cause the material to gradually, steadily, and therputicly shrink." The Nurse paused, letting the weight of her words settle in the quiet kitchen. "It is meticulously designed to force his testicles safely back up into the inguinal canals—the natural hollow cavities within the lower abdomen—and to hold them there securely. Simultaneously, it will severely compress the penile tissue into a minimized, entirely dormant state, securely and permanently preventing any possibility whatsoever of an erection." The Wife read the text carefully, her eyes tracing the dense paragraphs. The legal and medical document explicitly outlined the severe, uncompromising nature of the device. There were bolded sections detailing the slow, inexorable shrinking process of the rubber, the extreme inward compression of the genitals, and the profound, psychological effects of being completely, physically emasculated. "This particular release form," the Nurse continued softly, reaching out to tap a perfectly manicured finger on the distinct, red signature line at the bottom of the page, "requires you, as his medical proxy and head of household, to acknowledge that this is a long-term, potentially permanent medical solution to his behavioral and physical issues. Furthermore, you must acknowledge that there is a small, but entirely necessary risk that his penis might never return to its full, original adult size, even after the conclusion of this intensive rehabilitation treatment. The prolonged, aggressive compression, combined with the internal shifting of his testicles, can alter the physical structure of his manhood. It is designed to physically enforce peace and docility." As the Wife absorbed the incredibly clinical description of her husband's testicles being forced internally and his penis compressed into a useless, shrunken, hidden state, she waited for the familiar, agonizing wave of matrimonial horror or deep guilt to wash over her. She waited to feel the urge to protect her husband, to defend his masculinity, to scream at the absurdity of the proposal. It never came. Instead, a deeply arousing, authoritative finality bloomed hot and heavy in her chest. By signing the release, she realized, she was legally and emotionally putting on hold the final, struggling remnants of her traditional marriage. She was actively, consciously choosing to strip him of his male ego, his sexual agency, and his physical ability to enforce his masculinity in their home. Did she hesitate out of a lingering, societal loyalty to his now-subdued masculinity? For a brief, intoxicating second, she considered it. She remembered the man she had married, the confident, sometimes overbearing partner. But the memory of the overwhelming stress of his illness, his physical failing, the financial anxiety, and the profound, incredible peace she now felt in her dominant, providing role easily overpowered any sentimental attachment to his manhood. She eagerly, almost hungrily, embraced the safety, the total control, and the incredible convenience of a desexualized, docile partner. She picked up the weighty, clincal pen the Nurse offered her. Her hand did not tremble. She did not second-guess her decision. With a smooth, decisive, elegant stroke, she signed her name on the release form without a another moment of hesitation. She fully committed to her new role as the absolute, dominant decision-maker. She was completely, deeply comfortable with the fact that she had temporarily—or perhaps even permanently—altered his physical body and entirely rewritten their marital dynamic for her own personal peace of mind and the stability of their home. "Excellent," the Nurse said, a rare, genuine, chilling smile touching the corners of her lips as she seamlessly retrieved the clipboard. "I will apply the device immediately. He will sleep much sounder once his body is relieved of this masculine burden." Back in the dimly lit nursery, Elias heard the door open again. His heart leaped into his throat. The Nurse approached his crib-like bed, pushing a small, stainless-steel medical cart ahead of her. The wheels squeaked softly on the hardwood floor. On the sterile metal surface lay a single, dark, terrifying object. It was a sleeve of thick, unyielding, pitch-black rubber, shaped with anatomical exactness but scaled down to an alarmingly, impossibly restrictive size. It looked incredibly heavy, dense, and terrifyingly permanent. "Elias," the Nurse said, her voice dropping instantly back into that gentle, maternal, yet utterly immovable cadence she used only with him. "Your physical responses are actively interfering with your necessary recovery. Your erections are causing dangerous dips in your blood pressure, taxing your weakened system. For your safety, and with your wife's full, legally documented authorization, I am going to apply a specialized medical chastity tube. It will securely manage your genitals and ensure you heal peacefully." Elias's eyes went wide with sheer terror above his massive, plastic pacifier. He tried to thrash, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribcage, but the soft, inescapable medical bondage securing his wrists and ankles to the bed frame held him completely, utterly helpless. The thick, crinkling diaper padding below his waist felt suddenly incredibly claustrophobic, a massive diaper he realized he might never be free from. The Nurse meticulously undid the necessary metal snaps of his pink medical gown and expertly folded down the thick, tape-secured front panel of his adult diaper. She exposed his rigid, helpless, throbbing arousal to the cool, conditioned air of the room. She turned to the cart and donned thick, sterile latex gloves, the sharp snap of the material echoing terrifyingly against the pastel walls of the silent nursery. "You must lie perfectly still, Elias," she instructed coldly, her maternal tone vanishing completely, replaced by pure clinical focus. "This requires precise, forceful manipulation of your soft tissues." She began by generously coating his exposed genitals and the inside of the incredibly thick rubber tube with a heavy, highly viscous surgical lubricant. The cold gel was a shocking, icy contrast to his feverish, pulsing heat. He whined around his pacifier, a degrading, pathetic sound of absolute terror, as her strong, unyielding, gloved fingers took firm hold of him. "The tube's specific polymer is activated by your unique body heat," she explained clinically, her hands moving with a terrifying, practiced expertise. "Once it is firmly applied, it will immediately begin to shrink and conform to your anatomy. It is designed to safely, manually push your testicles up into the inguinal canals, the natural anatomical cavities just above your groin, and hold them securely internally. This physically protects them, yes, but it also safely minimizies your body's ability to produce testoterone to a healthy level ." Elias let out a muffled scream of absolute denial, his hips jerking helplessly, desperately against the mattress, but her grip was like a steel vise. With forceful, incredibly precise manipulation, she stretched the incredibly stiff, heavy rubber opening of the tube and guided his vulnerable testicles towards it. It was a sensation of profound, deeply invasive wrongness. He felt the terrifying, intensely nauseating pressure as her expert fingers manually pushed his testicles relentlessly upwards, forcing them to slip beneath the surface of his body, finding the hollow, internal canals they hadn't occupied since before his birth. The moment both testicles were pushed completely internal, she stretched the heavy, incredibly restrictive rubber base of the tube flush against his pubic bone, locking the organs securely inside his body. He gasped, his lungs seizing in pure, agonizing shock. The physical reality of his missing anatomy, the sudden emptiness between his legs, was instantly, overwhelmingly devastating. He felt entirely hollowed out, utterly stripped of his physical maleness in a matter of seconds. But she was not finished. With the base of the tube secured and sealing off his testicles, she focused her clinical attention on his soft penis. First, the Nurse expertly inserted a specialized, incredibly long catheter into his urethra. It was uniquely designed—rigid and unyielding on the exterior end to strictly prevent his delicate urethra from collapsing shut under the intense, incoming pressure of the shrinking rubber, and excessively long and irritating inside his bladder to forcefully stimulate it, ensuring he would pee frequently and helplessly into his thick padding. The internal diameter of the thick, black rubber tube was incredibly, painfully restrictive. She forcefully guided his penis into the tight sheath, rolling the heavy, constricting material down the length of his shaft with no regard for his muffled cries. The friction, even with the copious amount of surgical lubricant, was intense. It was a sensation of absolute, suffocating, crushing entrapment. "There," the Nurse whispered, her warm breath ghosting across his sweaty, feverish forehead as she finished rolling the end of the tube into place. It encased his penis entirely, terminating in a catheter cap meant only for necessary urinary function, effectively turning his manhood into a leaky, infantilized spout. "Now, we wait for the heat to do its work." Elias lay there, trembling violently, his tear-filled eyes staring blankly up at the pink ceiling. It only took a few agonizing moments for the terrifying reality of the device's design to manifest. The incredibly thick, black medical rubber, sensing the intense feverish heat of his trapped, humiliated flesh, began its slow, inexorable process. He felt it begin to tighten. It wasn't a sudden, sharp snap, but a slow, excruciating, agonizingly steady crawl. The heavy material began to shrink, constricting around his trapped penis with terrifying, relentless, crushing pressure. The thick walls of the tube pushed inward from every conceivable angle, aggressively forcing most of the blood out of his penis, squeezing the size from his flesh. The numb physical sensation of his genitals being compressed, squeezed, and completely swallowed by the tight, shrinking rubber utterly destroyed every last, pathetic hope of sexual release he had harbored. His penis was being actively minimized, shrinking against its will as the device compressed his soft tissue. At the base, the tightening, thick rubber formed an impassable, secure wall against his pubic bone, ensuring his testicles remained securely trapped deep within his abdomen. He realized with absolute, horrifying, crystal clarity that his manhood was now unwillingly, inescapably encased. The slowly shrinking rubber was physically enforcing his submissive state, literally, mechanically squeezing the masculinity out of his body. An overwhelming, suffocating wave of absolute despair and profound, entirely emasculating humiliation crashed over him, drowning his thoughts. The physical reality of the shrinking rubber was a constant, inescapable, localized pressure—a physical reminder of his lost manhood. Every frantic heartbeat, every desperate, shallow breath, only served to fuel the body heat that was tightening the cruel trap further. His penis, once a source of pride and the center of his marital intimacy, was being compressed into a tiny, useless nub of flesh beneath the unyielding black rubber, hidden away forever behind the thick padding of his diapers. He faced a shattering internal dilemma. Did he try to mentally fight the terrifying, humiliating reality of the chastity tube shrinking his genitals? Did he cling stubbornly to the ghost of his adult male ego, driving himself completely insane with the claustrophobic, physical panic of his trapped, internal testicles and tightly compressed penis? Or did he surrender to the physically overwhelming, exhausting sensation, and accept the absolute, final loss of his masculinity? He whined again, a high-pitched, reedy, pitiful sound that vibrated around the massive silicone nipple of the pacifier filling his mouth. He was entirely, helplessly incapable of removing the device. He was physically exhausted by the constant, agonizing pressure of the shrinking rubber, and utterly, totally broken by the Nurse's absolute clinical dominance and his wife's abdication. In the quiet, pastel-lit nursery, completely secured beneath the thick, crinkling diapers and the soft, feminine blankets, Elias felt his inner mental defenses completely collapse. He passively internalized the profound loss of his body. He let the endless, squeezing, inescapable compression of the heat-activated rubber force his mind further down into total, submissive, infantile compliance. His physical struggles against the restraints ceased entirely. He closed his eyes, tears leaking into his hair, his breathing slowly syncing with the rhythmic, deeply soothing suction of his pacifier. He surrendered entirely to the physical reality that he was no longer a man; he was perfectly, seamlessly contained. The Nurse stood back from the crib-like bed and observed her work, her hands resting lightly, perfectly still on her pristine white apron. The application was utterly flawless. She had seamlessly manipulated his soft tissue until the heavy rubber device was securely locked perfectly in place. She watched with immense professional triumph and profound clinical satisfaction as the heat of his own body slowly tightened the inescapable trap, visibly forcing his anatomy into a state of total, minimized docility. The tight, black chastity tube was the ultimate mechanical embodiment of her extreme psychological goals. It would work passively, second by second, hour by hour, to shrink him, to hurt him just enough to remind him of his place, and to permanently destroy his male ego. She considered the broken, quietly whimpering, thoroughly pacified figure restrained in the crib-bed. Did she allow him time to mourn the profound psychological loss of his genitals? Did she give him a quiet period of grace to adjust to the horrifying, alien sensation of his internal testicles and his compressed, completely shrunken penis? No. That would be a clinical error. That would allow a space for adult resentment to breed. She used the catastrophic psychological devastation of the shrinking tube to immediately, ruthlessly pivot from medical care to her strict, exhaustive treatment phase. She knew that in his current compressed, deeply humiliated, pacified, and permanently desexualized state, his shattered mind would latch onto any routine or explicit instruction simply to avoid further emotional punishment. He was now perfectly, flawlessly compliant to her absolute demands. "The regression phase is largely complete, Elias," the Nurse announced smoothly, stepping back to the stainless-steel medical cart and decisively retrieving a fresh set of tools. "Now that your dangerous masculine impulses have been securely managed and locked away, we must begin your deeper physical refinement. Your physical body must perfectly reflect your new internal reality. A submissive, feminized ward must remain entirely pure, impeccably hygienic, and devoid of any aggressive masculine traits whatsoever." Elias cracked his tear-filled eyes open, his vision blurring as he saw the Nurse holding a sleek, buzzing electronic medical razor and a large, clinical jar of depilatory cream. "Adult male body hair is incredibly unhygienic," she explained clinically, pulling back the soft pink blankets to expose his pale, restrained legs, his chest, and his arms. "It harbors dangerous bacteria, it chafes terribly against the plastic backing of your medical diapers and the delicate frills of your feminine garments, and most importantly, it visually reinforces the aggressive male ego you no longer possess. We will remove it all. You will be maintained completely bare, perfectly smooth, and impeccably clean." She worked methodically, with intense precision, and without an ounce of sympathy for his muffled whimpers. The loud, buzzing razor sheared away the thick, dark hair on his legs, leaving them pale, smooth, and shockingly, terrifyingly vulnerable. She moved to his chest, expertly stripping away the masculine pelt, exposing the soft, yielding, pale skin beneath. She generously coated his underarms and the remaining coarse stubble on his forearms with the thick, pungent, chemical depilatory cream, ensuring that every single inch of his body would be rendered as soft, bare, and hairless as an infant's. Elias lay perfectly still, the soothing, rhythmic hum of the razor blending terrifyingly with the constant, crushing, inescapable pressure of his locked chastity tube. The loss of his body hair felt like the final, undeniable stripping away of his adult shell. Without to conceal his skin, he felt entirely exposed, unbelievably fragile, and deeply, intensely feminized. His limbs, now perfectly smooth and completely bare, looked unnervingly delicate, almost pretty against the pastel bedding. "And finally," the Nurse said softly, efficiently wiping his newly smooth, burning skin clean with a warm, damp, incredibly soft cloth. She turned back to the medical cart and produced a specialized, curved, stainless-steel medical wand. She heavily, deliberately coated the curved tip with thick surgical lubricant. "With your external genitals permanently secured, compressed, and neutralized, your internal anatomy requires specialized, daily hygienic maintenance to prevent dangerous glandular congestion. We must begin a strict, daily regimen of healthy prostate massage. It is entirely for your medical well-being." Elias's breath hitched violently around his silicone pacifier. The Nurse expertly, effortlessly unbuckled the restraint on his left leg and rolled him onto his right side, his smooth, bare legs drawn up against his chest in a deeply vulnerable, totally submissive fetal position. Without a word of preamble or warning, she parted the thick, heavily taped padding of his diaper and firmly, precisely inserted the curved, lubricated medical wand. The intrusion was purely clinical in its execution, yet it struck directly at the core of his newly established, absolute submission. She manipulated the cold steel wand with precise, unyielding, rhythmic motions, massaging the deeply sensitive prostate gland deep within him. It was an exhaustive, entirely overwhelming physical sensation that bypassed the compressed, trapped, terrified numbness of his penis entirely. Intense sparks of uncontrollable, helpless, agonizing pleasure bloomed fiercely in his lower abdomen. It was a humiliating, entirely involuntary physical response forced upon him entirely at her discretion, completely detached from any sense of masculine agency. He moaned, a soft, high-pitched, distinctly feminine, broken sound that he was completely unable to hold back. His mind dissolved instantly into a thick fog of pure, overwhelming physical sensation. The crushing, permanent reality of the shrinking rubber tube, the absolute, humiliating loss of his masculine body hair, and the overwhelming, deeply invasive, involuntary pleasure of the healthy prostate massage shattered whatever tiny fragments remained of his adult intellect. He was no longer Elias the husband. He was no longer a man. He was a hairless, pacified, deeply compressed, securely diapered, and utterly subjugated organism. He existed entirely, completely for the ultimate convenience of his carefree, providing Wife and the absolute clinical satisfaction of his nurse. The Nurse continued her rhythmic, expert medical massage, her face a mask of serene satisfaction, ensuring that every ounce of his being was completely exhausted, rendered pure, and perfectly, flawlessly ready for the only way she new how to rehabilate physically and vocally. From patient to baby then baby to toddller the toddler to little girl and then the little girl to obdient domestic servent. # Chapter 6: The Routine The passage of time in the nursery became a blurry, suffocating loop. Elias’s acute viral symptoms—the dangerous fevers, the violent tremors, the terrifying weakness that had initially rendered him bedridden—had slowly faded. Yet, the relief he should have felt at surviving the worst of his illness was entirely eclipsed by the horrifying new reality of his chronic care. The Nurse, ever meticulous and horrifyingly completely in control, had determined that his condition had stabilized into a manageable, long-term state. This was not a pathway to recovery, he realized with a cold, sinking dread; this was the establishment of his permanent reality. He was no longer a critically ill patient fighting for his life. He was a chronic ward, securely locked away in a pastel prison, his days violently structured by an inescapable, deeply humiliating routine that systematically destroyed every remaining vestige of his masculine identity. His entire existence had been recalibrated. The soft, pink medical gowns that had initially marked his regression were suddenly deemed insufficiently secure for his long-term management. The Nurse informed him, in her soothing, maternal, yet absolutely unyielding tone, that his new phase of "physical and vocational rehabilitation" required a strictly defined, specialized wardrobe. The physical reality of his new clothing was a constant, suffocating nightmare. It began at his core. The highly absorbent, disposable medical diapers that had been the cornerstone of his early humiliation were replaced with something far more permanent and deliberately infantalizing. He was now heavily, securely pinned into incredibly thick, multi-layered, bright white cloth diapers. The sheer bulk of the cotton waddling between his legs forced his hips to bow outward, completely changing his posture and destroying any possibility of a normal, adult stride. Over the massive, crinkling cloth bulk, the Nurse secured thick, audibly crinkling, bright pink plastic panties. They were edged with elaborate, aggressively feminine ruffles that spilled out around his thighs, a constant, physical mockery of the masculinity that had been squeezed completely out of him by the inescapable chastity tube hidden beneath. The environment in the nursery was kept artificially, uncomfortably cool, a clinical decision the Nurse claimed was essential for his ongoing thermal regulation. Consequently, his legs were tightly encased in incredibly thick, opaque white tights. The material was relentless, compressing his shaven, smooth legs and completely smoothing out the masculine contours of his calves and thighs, leaving them looking delicate, pale, and entirely artificial. Over his torso, she forced him into a massive, snug-fitting, soft pink onesie. The garment snapped securely at the crotch, locking the enormous bulk of his padded bottom flawlessly in place. Around his waist, a wide, deeply ruffled skirt flared outward, an inescapable visual declaration of his completely feminized, submissive status. But the most terrifying, restrictive elements of his new wardrobe were applied to his extremities. To "prevent self-injury" and fully neutralize his wandering, frustrated hands, the Nurse secured heavily padded, lockable medical mittens over his hands. The thick, soft padding completely engulfed his fingers, rendering him absolutely unable to grasp, pull, or manipulate anything in his environment. He was left with useless, club-like paws. Finally, she strapped specialized, restrictive booties to his feet. The thick-soled booties were connected to each other by a sturdy, unyielding link strap. The strap allowed for only a few inches of movement between his feet—enough to shuffle, but absolutely preventing him from walking, kicking, or taking a single, normal adult step. Elias was a living, breathing doll, perfectly immobilized, perfectly pacified, and perfectly trapped within the frilly, pastel confines of the nursery. The crushing passivity of his new existence was heavy and absolute. He spent his days securely strapped into his crib-like bed or propped up in a heavily padded, oversized rocking chair in the corner of the room, his thickly mittened hands resting uselessly in the ruffled lap of his pink skirt. The large, medical pacifier was a permanent fixture in his mouth, the silicone nipple a constant, gagging presence that silenced his protests and forced his jaw into a relaxed, infantile slackness. He existed entirely at the mercy of the Nurse’s schedule. But beneath the crushing, absolute passivity, a profound, agonizing storm of sexual frustration raged endlessly. The daily medical routine that the Nurse had institutionalized was a masterpiece of clinical torture. Every single day, with terrifying, unyielding precision, she performed the deeply invasive procedures that were allegedly essential for his long-term health. The agonizingly slow, deeply humiliating insertion of the rectal thermometer. The stretching, incredibly filling, profoundly vulnerable retention enema. And the most devastating of all: the deep, intensive, daily prostate massage. The prostate massages were a harrowing, inescapable routine. The heavily lubricated, curved steel wand invaded him, bypassing the terrified, compressed numbness of his trapped penis entirely. The Nurse’s expert, clinical manipulation of his sensitive internal gland ignited fierce, uncontrollable sparks of intense pleasure deep within his lower abdomen. His body, completely starved of natural release and driven to the absolute edge by the intense, involuntary stimulation, desperately, wildly craved climax. He wanted it with an intensity that terrified him. He ached to become erect, to feel the powerful, masculine surge of a release, to find some shred of his old identity within the blinding fog of physical pleasure. But the rigid, heat-activated chastity tube encasing his minimized, compressed genitals denied him completely. The thick black rubber, tightened around him by his own body heat, forcefully held his testicles deep inside his inguinal canals and squeezed his penis into a useless, dormant nub. Every time the intense waves of pleasure from the prostate massage threatened to push him toward the edge, the tube aggressively, painfully squeezed back, physically enforcing his submissive state and absolutely preventing him from achieving an erection or reaching an orgasm. He was kept in a constant, agonizing state of edge and absolute denial. He would moan pitifully around his massive pacifier, his completely smooth, hairless limbs trembling violently, his thickly padded hips jerking helplessly against the restraints of the bed, his mind shattering against the wall of his inescapable chastity. And the Nurse would simply watch, her face a mask of serene, clinical satisfaction as she methodically milked his prostate for health reasons alone, entirely denying him the release his body screamed for. She viewed his profound sexual frustration and his increasing, desperate passivity as excellent, measurable progress toward completely breaking his adult male ego. He was learning, day by agonizing day, that his body was no longer his own. He existed solely to be dressed, diapered, stimulated, and denied. The fight had completely drained out of him. The terrifying reality was that he didn't even want to fight anymore. The physical barriers of his heavy mittens, his linked booties, the massive bulk of his cloth diapers, and the crushing compression of the chastity tube were simply too overwhelming. He passively accepted his daily washing, his daily dressing, and his daily, humiliating denial. He let the constant, aching frustration slowly, methodically erode the last, pitiful remnants of his adult male desires, leaving behind only the compliant, intensely feminized shell that the Nurse had so brilliantly constructed. Far removed from the pastel, deeply confined reality of her husband's daily routine, the Wife moved through the sprawling house with the sharp, decisive energy of an executive at the absolute peak of her power. Her upcoming business trip—a week-long international summit that she would never have been able to consider during Elias's acute illness—was consuming her every waking moment. The sheer volume of high-level meetings, the relentless stream of emails, and the intense, exhilarating pressure of solidifying her career had completely detached her from the domestic sphere. She existed in a state of hyper-focused professional overdrive. She rarely saw Elias anymore. Her days started long before the sun rose, leaving the house before the Nurse even began Elias's agonizing morning routine. By the time she returned in the late evening, her heels clicking aggressively on the hardwood floors, the nursery door was already firmly shut. The heavy, deadbolt lock the Nurse had installed on the outside of the door was a silent, unyielding testament to the absolute control shifting beneath her roof, but it brought her no anxiety. On the contrary, she felt an overwhelming sense of profound, liberating peace. In her mind, the husband who had once been a source of stress, physical burden, and financial anxiety was now merely a meticulously managed problem solved by a highly competent contractor. However, on the last afternoon before her early-morning flight to Geneva, a sudden gap in her schedule presented a rare, almost intrusive window into the world she had so eagerly left behind. She realized, with a faint twinge of societal obligation rather than genuine spousal longing, that she should probably check on her husband before she left the country. She walked down the long, quiet hallway toward the far wing of the house. The click of her heels seemed unnervingly loud against the silence. When she reached the nursery, the heavy wooden door was slightly ajar. The Wife stopped, resting a manicured hand on the doorframe, and simply watched. The scene before her was entirely surreal, yet it grounded her with a shocking wave of absolute, unadulterated vindication. Elias was seated in the oversized, thickly padded pink rocking chair. He was awake, his eyes half-lidded and staring blankly ahead. His entire body was swathed in the deeply humiliating, brightly colored wardrobe the Nurse had designed. The massive, ruffled pink skirt spilled over his thickly diapered lap. His arms were entirely useless, his heavily mittened hands resting limply at his sides. His feet, encased in the thick white tights, were securely strapped into the restrictive booties that locked them just inches apart. The enormous, clear silicone pacifier filled his mouth, his jaw slack in a permanent, forced expression of infantile contentment. But it wasn't the clothes that struck her. It was his health. Even through the bizarre, frilly layers, she could see the undeniable truth. The terrifying, gaunt hollowness that had plagued his face during his severe illness was completely gone. His cheeks, while deathly pale and completely shaven of any masculine stubble, were visibly fuller. The frantic, terrified energy that had made his illness so stressful to manage had been entirely replaced by a deep, profound, inescapable passivity. He was no longer struggling. He was perfectly, cleanly, completely contained. The Nurse, dressed in her immaculate, clinical white uniform, was standing over Elias. She was patiently, methodically feeding him a specialized nutritional paste from a small, plastic bowl, manipulating the spoon past the silicone nipple of his pacifier with practiced ease. The pure, confidently absolute control the Nurse commanded over the grown man was not horrifying to the Wife. It was beautiful. “You’re leaving tomorrow morning,” the Nurse said smoothly, without even turning her clinical gaze from Elias’s slack face as she expertly wiped a stray drop of paste from his chin. Her tone was conversational, yet it carried the heavy weight of an update on a crucial investment. “Yes,” the Wife replied, stepping fully into the pastel room. The air was cool, smelling faintly of baby powder, potent clinical sanitizer, and the sharp, distinctive scent of thick crinkling plastic diaper covers. “For a week. I wanted to see how he was doing before I left.” The Nurse finally turned her sharp eyes toward the Wife. The glint of professional satisfaction in them was undeniable. “His progress has been exemplary. The physical symptoms of his illness have completely retreated. His vital signs are robust, and his overall body mass is stabilizing perfectly. More importantly, however, his psychological resistance to the long-term chronic management phase is rapidly diminishing. He is adapting flawlessly to the necessary confines of his routine and his restrictive clothing.” The Wife looked down at the thickly diapered, feminized, and completely immobilized man who had once been her partner. She didn't feel a shred of the guilt that society told her she should feel. There was no desperate urge to rip the ridiculous pink skirt from his body or tear the heavy mittens from his hands. Instead, a deep, warm rush of happiness bloomed in her chest. She had made the right choice. She had prioritized her sanity and her career over badly caring for a failing, struggling man, and the result was undeniably positive. He was safe. He was healthy. He was perfectly, cleanly cared for, and she was entirely unburdened. He was, in a very real, incredibly liberating sense, no longer her problem. He was an exquisitely maintained, highly complex doll that resided in the back room of her immaculate home. “He looks… very peaceful,” the Wife finally said, her voice filled with a genuine, detached admiration. “The physical limitations of his new wardrobe and his locked chastity ensure that his erratic masculine energy is safely neutralized,” the Nurse explained, her tone clinical and deeply reassuring. She placed the empty bowl on a nearby tray. “The cloth diapers, the restrictive mittens, and the linked booties physically enforce the passivity that his mind is learning to accept. However, a crucial part of his daily routine requires attention before you depart. Would you care to review his progress more… directly?” The Wife paused, a flicker of curiosity momentarily overriding her executive detachment. "Directly?" “Yes. A significant part of his daily management is the clinical massage of his prostate. It is physically necessary to prevent dangerous buildup, but it is also a vital psychological tool to reinforce his total reliance on our authority for any physical sensation, however frustrating,” the Nurse clarified smoothly. Her eyes locked onto the Wife’s, a silent invitation, a brilliant maneuver designed to completely solidify the household's new hierarchy. “I oversee it daily, of course. But your active participation, even once, as the ultimate head of this household, would profoundly deepen his understanding of his utter state of full care.” The Wife considered the proposal. It was a bizarre, intensely intimate suggestion that completely crossed the boundaries of normal spousal behavior. Yet, standing in the artificially cooled nursery, surrounded by the pastel pink walls and the undeniable proof of Elias's complete submission, it felt like the most natural, empowering next step. It was the ultimate demonstration of her materal care. She wasn't just observing his care; she would be the one actively enforcing his physical health. “Show me what to do,” the Wife said, her voice dropping into a low, commanding register. The Nurse nodded sharply, a terrifying smile of pure professional triumph touching the corners of her lips. She moved swiftly, efficiently. She unlocked the heavy straps securing Elias to the rocking chair and, with a terrifying ease born of absolute physical dominance, hoisted the completely passive, thickly padded man back into his crib-like bed. She unbuckled the restrictive strap on his left leg and rolled him onto his side, drawing his smooth, pale legs up against his heavily diapered chest in the degrading fetal position. Elias let out a muffled, pathetic whine around his pacifier. The deep terror in his eyes was palpable. He knew the routine, and the sudden, active involvement of his wife in his intensely humiliating, entirely involuntary daily procedure shattered him completely. The Nurse handed the Wife the curved stainless-steel wand, her tone shifting from instructor to clinical guide. “Apply the surgical lubricant generously. The procedure must be highly targeted and rhythmic. You are manipulating the gland directly to maximize the physical response while the heat-activated tube aggressively denies him any possibility of release.” The Wife took the cold metal wand, her manicured fingers gripping it firmly. She didn't hesitate. She stepped up to the edge of the crib, looking down at her husband's smooth, bare, trembling thighs and the massive, thick crinkling plastic ruffle of his diaper cover. She reached out, her hand pulling back the heavy layers of cotton to expose him. The physical insertion was shocking, deeply invasive, and entirely devoid of any twisted sense of marital intimacy. She manipulated the wand exactly as the Nurse instructed, moving with tight, rhythmic control. The effect was immediate. Elias's entire body seized. His hips, rendered impossibly bulky by the thick cloth diaper, bucked wildly against the mattress. The intense, involuntary physical pleasure from the prostate massage exploded through his deeply sensitized system. But the Wife could clearly see the horrifying reality the Nurse had engineered. Beneath the diaper padding, the thick, black rubber chastity tube, shrunken by his own feverish heat, squeezed his internal testicles and entirely dormant penis relentlessly. The profound, agonizing physical frustration crashing over Elias was visibly devastating. He moaned, a high, desperate, purely feminine sound of pure agony mixed with terrifying amounts of pleasure. His heavily mittened hands scrabbled uselessly at his ruffled pink skirt, absolutely incapable of reaching himself or stopping the invasive manipulation. He was entirely at the absolute mercy of his wife’s hand. The Wife felt a terrifying, intoxicating surge of absolute, unadulterated power. She wasn't just controlling his checkbook or his schedule; she was actively, physically forcing his body to experience a pleasure he had no agency over, a pleasure he would never, ever be allowed to direct. She controlled the very core of his physical sensations. “You see how perfectly responsive he is,” the Nurse murmured softly beside her, her clinical voice perfectly blending with the sickening crinkle of Elias's plastic panties and his muffled whimpers. “He exists now only to heal and to respond.” The Wife finished the procedure with a sharp, decisive efficiency. She withdrew the wand and stepped back, handing it to the Nurse without a word. She looked down at Elias. He was completely broken. He lay sobbing quietly, his body trembling violently from the intense, unfulfilled arousal, his tears soaking into the soft pink pillow slip. The absolute devastation of his male ego was complete. He was nothing but a fragile, heavily diapered, beautifully kept pet that she could help guide to a new healthy wholeness. “He is perfectly cared for,” the Wife said finally, her voice devoid of any pity or compassion. She turned to the Nurse, her executive mind already shifting back to her upcoming flight. “I have zero concerns about leaving him in your care for the week. Maintain his schedule.” “Of course,” the Nurse replied smoothly, her expression one of utter, clinical victory as she moved to clean the medical equipment. The Wife turned and walked out of the nursery without looking back. She left the pastel room behind her, feeling an incredible, freeing lightness in her chest. She was flying to Geneva an unburdened, powerful woman, leaving behind a perfectly managed household and a completely safe , strangly feminized, entirely subjugate, and thoroughly diapered spouse. The Nurse watched the heavy wooden door click shut firmly behind the Wife. She stood alone in the dim light of the nursery, the incredibly satisfying silence punctuated only by the pathetic, muffled sobs of her shattered ward and the soft, distinct rustle of his thick cloth nappy. Her brilliant maneuver had worked flawlessly. The Wife was entirely complicit, perfectly detached, and fully empowered by her dominance, while Elias’s last, pitiful hopes of a spousal rescue had been brutally, physically destroyed by the Wife’s own hands. She turned back to Elias, adjusting the ruffles of his pink skirt deliberately, her clinical mind already shifting toward the next phase. His acute care had ended. His long-term chronic management was perfectly established. The profound sexual frustration built by his chastity and restraints had broken his ego completely. He was now perfectly empty, perfectly passive, and entirely, flawlessly ready for the next brutal stages of his intensive domestic rehabilitation. Already from patient to baby. Next baby to toddler and then to little girl, and finally, the only place she knew how to help anybody to: a perfectly subservient, heavly discplined, deeply feminized domestic servant. # Chapter 7: Sensory Deprivation The descent into the absolute, suffocating void began not with violence, but with terrifying, clinical precision. Elias’s perception of time in the nursery had already been profoundly distorted by the relentless, infantilizing routine the Nurse had established. The constant, aching presence of his immense, bulky cloth diapers, the restrictive pink onesie and skirt, the completely immobilizing heavy mittens and the linked booties had reduced him to a helpless, thoroughly managed ward. However, until this point, he still possessed the meager anchors of sight and sound. He could track the changing slant of artificial light pressing through the securely locked shutters. He could hear the sharp, rhythmic click of the Nurse’s sensible shoes as she moved efficiently around his crib. He could register the humiliating, crinkling sound of his own heavy plastic panties whenever his trembling limbs rustled against the sheets. But the Nurse, ever calculating, recognized that these final sensory tethers were preventing his complete psychological surrender. The article in the advanced medical journal she had read that morning provided the perfect, indisputable clinical justification for the next, catastrophic phase of his "rehabilitation." The study documented the profound efficacy of severe audio-visual deprivation in accelerating neuroplasticity and ensuring the absolute compliance of patients suffering from chronic, lingering viral fatigue. To the Nurse, it wasn't torture; it was a deeply effective, empirically sound methodology designed to break the last, pathetic remnants of Elias’s adult male ego. When she approached him that afternoon, Elias was already strapped securely into the thickly padded, oversized pink rocking chair, his legs splayed awkwardly around the enormous bulk of his waddling. The thick, silicone medical pacifier was jammed firmly into his mouth, his jaw slack. He looked up at her with heavy, resigned eyes, entirely unaware of the abyss about to swallow him. "Your progress," the Nurse began, her voice the familiar, terrifying blend of maternal soothing and unyielding authority, "has been adequate. However, the residual neural inflammation from your illness requires a more intensive environmental approach to ensure complete, long-term stability. The external stimuli of this room are proving deleterious to your cognitive rest." She didn't wait for his muffled, confused whimper of response. Her movements were brutally efficient. She produced a thick, heavily padded band of black, light-blocking material. Before Elias could flinch away with his useless, mittened hands, she leaned over him, her clean, sterile scent washing over his face. She pressed two large, incredibly soft but dense cotton pads directly against his closed eyelids, ensuring absolutely no light could leak through, and then wrapped the wide black band securely around his head, fastening it tightly with thick velcro at the base of his skull. The darkness that slammed down over Elias was immediate and absolute. It wasn't the soft, comforting dark of an empty room at night; it was a heavy, oppressive, physical weight. Pure, unadulterated blackness pressed aggressively against his eyes, stripping away the nursery, the crib, the Nurse, and every shred of his surrounding reality in a single, terrifying instant. He gasped around the pacifier, his chest heaving under the tight pink onesie, his heart rate skyrocketing in pure, primal panic. He tried to thrash, pushing against the heavy straps holding him to the chair, but his restricted limbs were entirely useless. He was blind. Entirely, helplessly blind. But the Nurse wasn't finished. "To maximize the therapeutic effect," her voice drifted down from the terrifying black void above him, "we must also isolate the auditory cortex." He felt her cold, clinical fingers brush against his ears. She expertly inserted small, tight-fitting, high-grade noise-canceling earplugs deep into his ear canals. The oppressive silence was instantaneous, crushing out the ambient hum of the nursery's artificial climate control. The silence was softened by a quite, constant, unvarying wall of acoustic white noise. It was almost a soothing waterfall or a gentle hiss; it was flatter, relentless and static.It gently washed away any sound that might of gotten trough. Elias was gone. Plunged into an absolute, sensory void, he was suddenly adrift in a terrifying ocean of static and darkness. He had no spatial awareness. He couldn't tell if the Nurse was still standing over him, or if she had left the room. He couldn't tell if the lights were on or off. He couldn't discern morning from night, hours from days. The sensory starvation immediately began to rip his frayed mind apart. Without visual or auditory input, his brain scrambled desperately for any stimulation, amplifying the only signals he had left: physical sensation. And the physical sensations the Nurse had engineered for him were a constant, humiliating torment. He was excruciatingly aware of the massive, sodden bulk of the thick cloth diaper tightly pinned between his legs. Without sight or sound, the crushing compression of the heat-activated chastity tube squeezing his entirely shrunken, dormant genitals felt magnified a thousand times over, a constant, physical reminder of his complete emasculation. The heavy mittens felt like massive, suffocating weights dragging his arms down. The thick white tights restricted the blood flow in his legs, leaving them feeling unnervingly cold and artificial. Time ceased to exist. In the void, a minute could be an hour; a day could be a split second. The panic was exhausting, rising and falling in terrifying, sickening waves. He would sob helplessly around the thick pacifier, his muffled cries entirely swallowed by the relentless hum of the white noise in his ears. He would jerk against his restraints until his muscles screamed in agony, desperate to feel something, anything, other than the paralyzing dark and the punishing static. But the Nurse was relentless. She maintained his humiliating, invasive daily routine with the same terrifying precision, but now she did it entirely in the void. He would feel her hands forcefully undressing him, the humiliatingly cold wipe of the washcloth across his shaven skin as she changed his massive diapers, the agonizingly slow, deeply invasive pressure of the rectal thermometer, the terrifying fullness of the daily retention enema. And worst of all, the deep, excruciatingly pleasurable manipulation of his prostate, the intense surges of agonizing, unfulfilled arousal sparking like wildfire in the endless dark, entirely disconnected from any visual or emotional context. He was a disembodied nervous system, existing solely to be manipulated and denied by phantom hands in an endless, roaring night. *** Thousands of miles away, completely severed from the bizarre, suffocating nightmare unfolding in her own home, the Wife stepped off the sleek corporate jet in Geneva. The crisp, European autumn air was a vibrant, sharp shock to her system, radically different from the cloying, artificially cooled stillness of the pastel nursery she had left behind. She inhaled deeply, smoothing the impeccable lapels of her sharp, charcoal-grey designer suit. She felt alive, electric, and terrifyingly powerful. The week-long business summit was a masterclass in high-stakes corporate dominance. From the moment she entered the expansive, glass-walled conference rooms overlooking the pristine lake, she commanded the space. She tore through complex negotiations with razor-sharp precision, her mind unclouded by the exhausting, messy realities of a changing marriage or a recovering, dependent husband. Elias—the sick, weak man who had once been an unbearable burden—was now nothing more than a neatly packaged, perfectly managed expense line item handled by her incredibly capable Nurse. He was contained. He was safe. He was entirely irrelevant to her current reality. She thrived in the aggressive, male-dominated environment of international business. She matched their ruthless tactics, out-maneuvered their aggressive posturing, and secured massive, multi-million dollar contracts that solidified her position at the absolute pinnacle of her firm. The thrill of the kill, the intoxicating high of absolute professional victory, practically vibrated in her veins. She was a titan, a predator at the absolute top of the food chain. Her evenings in Geneva were a stark, glamorous contrast to the sterile, quiet nights she used to spend worrying about Elias's failing health. After the incredibly intense boardroom battles, she met with the other high-powered female executives—women who, like her, had prioritized their careers and their ambition over the soft, domestic expectations of society. They gathered in the deeply plush, dimly lit lounges of exclusive, five-star hotels, expensive crystal glasses of vintage Cabernet in their manicured hands. The conversations flowed effortlessly, a sharp, cynical current of shared experience and ruthless ambition. "They always demand so much maintenance," Sarah, a brilliant logistics VP from London, sneered over her wine, waving a dismissive hand. She was talking about her recently finalized divorce. "They expect you to be a CEO all day, and then come home and suddenly transform into a soothing, submissive nursemaid. It's an impossible, fundamentally broken equation." The Wife swirled the dark red wine in her glass, a slow, predatory smile touching her lips. "The mistake," she murmured, her voice smooth and confident, "is assuming they are equal partners in the first place. You can't manage a volatile asset by negotiating with it. You have to contain it. You have to structure the environment so completely that their needs are met without draining your resources." "A kept man, then?" chuckled Elise, a heavily jeweled hedge fund manager. "I don't know if I could handle the ego bruising." "You don't manage the ego," the Wife replied coldly, the image of Elias—securely locked in his massive cloth diaper, hands completely neutralized in heavy padded mittens, mouth firmly silenced by the huge pacifier—flashing brilliantly in her mind. It didn't bring a shred of guilt or hesitation. It brought a profound, deeply satisfying wave of absolute vindication. "You remove the ego entirely. You render it obsolete. Once you realize they are a completely manageable liability, rather than an equal, the burden completely evaporates. My home is peaceful. Impeccably clean. And my career has never been stronger." She drank her wine, relishing the incredibly potent, heady mix of alcohol and manic energy. She did miss Elias. She missed the idea of a partner, but the reality of the man had been a source of recent acute stress. The new Elias—the deeply feminized, entirely careed for, flawlessly managed entity residing in her back room—was what she needed, at least for now. He required little from her emotionally, or from her physically, and he offered absolutely no resistance to her thriving. The realization hit her like a physical blow: she didn't just accept this new dynamic; she deeply, fundamentally preferred it. The thought of him, stripped of his masculine pride, reduced to a trembling, heavily padded, perfectly submissive state, sent an unexpected, dark thrill straight to her core. It wasn't the traditional, romantic affection she had once felt for him; it was something sharper, colder, and infinitely more arousing. It was the pure, unfiltered arousal of absolute ownership. She owned him. Completely. When the business trip finally concluded and the private jet touched down back in the United States, the Wife felt an incredible sense of rightness. The chauffeured car glided through the familiar, affluent streets and pulled into the immaculate driveway of her expansive home. She didn't rush to see Elias. She didn't drop her bags and run down the hall to check on his health. The intense, hyper-vigilant anxiety that had characterized the early days of his illness was entirely gone. Instead, she fully embraced the pristine, silent luxury of her perfectly managed domain. She spent an entire twenty-four hours simply existing in her own space. She took a long, incredibly hot shower in her massive marble bathroom, the steam washing away the stale air of international travel. She ordered an expensive meal from her favorite local restaurant, eating slowly at the massive dining room table, completely alone, savoring the absolute quiet. She reviewed her emails, finalized her reports from Geneva, and poured herself a heavy glass of scotch, reveling in the fact that the home anbd the scotch was entirely hers. She was the absolute master of this domain. *** While the Wife relaxed in the expansive, sunlit upper floors of the house, Elias was sinking deeper and deeper into the terrifying abyss of his sensory tomb. He didn't know how long he had been in the dark. Days? Weeks? A lifetime? His mind felt entirely fractured, stripped of the ability to form coherent thoughts, his logic entirely replaced by raw, animalistic panic and a desperate, agonizing craving for any form of sensory stimulation. The Nurse recognized that the isolation had entirely broken his resistance. He was a blank slate, a shattered mind ready for the gradual, physical reconditioning she had meticulously planned. She approached him in the dark, her hands physically hauling his heavily padded, entirely limp body from the rocking chair. She unlocked the heavy restraints holding his thick pink onesie and the massive, crinkling cloth diapers in place. She physically manipulated him, wrestling him onto the thick, soft carpet of the nursery floor. Elias let out a muffled scream of sheer terror around the pacifier, the sudden shift in gravity and the bizarre texture of the floor beneath his heavily tights-clad legs horrifying him. The white noise roared relentlessly in his ears, completely drowning out his cries. He felt the Nurse's hands physically grip his mittened arms and move them gently behind his back. With brisk, clinical efficiency, she wrapped a thick, unyielding leather strap tightly around his wrists, locking his already useless hands entirely together against his lower spine. Then, she moved to his legs. She unbuckled the linked booties, only to replace them with a single, massive, heavily padded restraint band that locked both of his ankles tightly together. He was entirely immobilized. He couldn't move his arms. He couldn't separate his legs. He lay on his stomach on the floor, a massive mound of pink fabric, white tights, and immensely thick, crinkling cloth diapers, writhing helplessly in the pitch-black void. the Nurse physically moved his head. She turned his face downward, pressing his cheek softly against the carpet. "The next phase of physical rehabilitation," the Nurse's voice came clearly throught he ear buds, the volume turned up just enough to pierce the whispers of the white noise, "is core strengthening. You will learn to ambulate utilizing solely the major muscles of your torso. You will crawl. You will worm on the floor." Elias sobbed, the sound raw and broken, his chest heaving against the floor. He tried to thrash, tried to roll over, but the enormous bulk of his diapers and the incredibly tight restraints holding his limbs together made it physically impossible. He was like a trapped caterpillar, entirely helpless. He felt a slow, firm pressure on his lower spine—the Nurse's strond hand pressing down, enforcing his total submission to the floor. "Move," the disembodied voice commanded, cold and absolute. Driven by an agonizing mix of deep terror, pure instinct, and a desperate, shattering need to obey the only source of authority in his terrifying new reality, Elias tried to move. He flexed his abdominal muscles, humping his massive, heavily padded hips upward, trying to physically drag his torso forward along the carpet. The effort was immense, the thick ruffles of his pink skirt bunching up around his waist, the heavy plastic panties crinkling vibration in the silence, with every desperate, agonizing inch he managed to gain. It was the most profoundly degrading physical act he had ever been forced to perform. He was literally worming his way across the floor, completely stripped of his dignity, entirely reduced to an incredibly pathetic, heavily restrained animal desperately trying to follow a command he didn't even fully understand. But the Nurse wasn't done. The degradation was a multi-layered, brilliantly constructed assault. "Adequate," the voice echoed again, stopping his pathetic writhing. "Now, we must address the atrophy in your lingual and pharyngeal muscles. The ability to swallow and manipulate food is severely compromised. We begin tongue rehabilitation immediately." Then, she gently removed the massive pacifier from his mouth. The sudden exposure of his lips to the cool air was the first new sensation he had felt in days. But before he could even process it, He felt the Nurse's hands grip his head again, forcefully turning his face. She pressed something cold, textured, and slightly yielding against his nose and lips. It felt bizarre, alien, covered in dozens of tiny, raised nubs. It smelled, overpoweringly, of rich, roasted peanut butter. "Lick," the command cracked like a whip through his headphones. "You will clean the mat entirely. Use your tongue. Lick." It was a silicone dog licking mat, violently smeared with thick, sticky peanut butter. The pure, unadulterated humiliation of the act slammed into Elias’s mind, a final, devastating blow to his fractured ego. He was a grown man, a former professional, being physically forced to lick peanut butter off a rubber pet mat while bound, diapered, and utterly blinded on the floor. A tiny, desperate spark of his old pride flared. He clamped his mouth shut, refusing to extend his tongue, a final, pathetic act of defiance against the overwhelming horror of his existence. But the Nurse was prepared. She didn't yell. She spoke softly through the mic and into the earbuds. "now that we have begun physical rehab we can start physical discipline". "Lick," she repeated quietly, the menace in her voice absolute. "Or I will paddle you and you will stay in the dark. Until you are ready." The threat broke him. The thought of spending the rest of his life blind, deaf, and entirely alone in the screaming, agonizing darkness of the profound sensory void forever was a terror so profound it completely annihilated his pride. Hesitantly, trembling violently, Elias extended his tongue. He lapped at the rough silicone texture, tasting the salt and sugar of the thick peanut butter. It was difficult, exhausting work, forcing him to scrape his tongue against the incredibly frustrating nubs, but the intense rush of physical taste, the sudden explosion of flavor on his desperately starved palate, was overwhelming. It was the first intense, positive sensory input he had experienced in what felt like an eternity. He didn't just comply; he surrendered completely. He eagerly pressed his face into the mat, his tongue working frantically, desperately scraping every single molecule of peanut butter from the rubber nubs. He was licking like a starved animal, oblivious to the incredibly pathetic sight he presented, completely consumed by the terrifying desperation to appease the Nurse and earn even a scrap of sensory relief. He found a deeply, horrifyingly twisted psychological comfort in following her exact command, completely subsuming his own will to hers just to feel connected, however degrading the connection was. He had become exactly what she designed him to be: a completely shattered, perfectly compliant, heavily restricted pet. *** The quiet click of the heavy, deadbolted nursery door opening went entirely unnoticed by Elias, his ears still filled with the loud, abrasive roar of the white noise, his face desperately buried in the peanut butter-smeared silicone mat. The Wife stepped into the brightly lit, artificially cooled room, her immaculate appearance a shocking, jarring contrast to the scene unfolding on the pastel carpet. She had finally decided, after her full day of decompression, to review her husband's progress. She stopped dead, her perfectly manicured hand tightening on her expensive leather handbag. The sight was breathtakingly degrading. Elias, the man she had married, was lying on his stomach on the floor. He was heavily wrapped in the ridiculous, infantile pink outfit, his massive, heavily padded cloth diapers creating an impossibly bulky, bizarre silhouette beneath the flared, frilly skirt. His arms were brutally bound behind his back, his heavily mittened hands clamped together. His legs, encased in thick white tights, were securely locked together at the ankles. A wide, black blindfold completely covered his eyes. And he was eagerly, frantically licking a rubber dog mat, his hips jerking slightly in his massive diaper with the physical effort, completely oblivious to her presence. The Nurse stood nearby, her arms crossed, her crisp white uniform pristine. She looked up at the Wife, a terrifyingly sharp, professional smile of absolute victory spreading across her face. "Welcome home," the Nurse said smoothly, her voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the heavy, undeniable weight of a completed masterpiece. "His progress during your absence has been spectacular. The sensory deprivation has proven incredibly effective in breaking his final psychological barriers. He is completely accepting his physical regression and his absolute reliance on my authority. He is entirely, beautifully submissive." The Wife didn't speak. She simply stared down at the squirming, helpless, pathetic creature on the floor. She expected to feel disgust. She expected a wave of pity, or perhaps a sharp, biting surge of guilt at allowing her husband to be reduced to this deeply animalistic state. Society told her she should be horrified. Instead, an intense, shocking surge of heat flared low in her abdomen. It was a profound, powerful, deeply overwhelming wave of raw sexual arousal. Watching him, stripped of everything that made him a man—his sight, his agency, his dignity, his pride, even the use of his own damn hands—watching him eagerly, desperately lick a dog mat just because he was ordered to, didn't repulse her. It completely unleashed her. She realized, with a terrifying, breathtaking clarity, that she wasn't attracted to the confident, capable man he used to be. The equal partnership had always been a struggle, a constant battle for dominance and control. But this? This completely helpless, heavily diapered, perfectly bound and blinded plaything? This belonged to her. He belonged to her, completely and utterly. His pathetic submission wasn't a tragedy; it was an incredible, intoxicating gift. The Nurse, sensing the sudden, heavy shift of energy in the room, the unmistakable darkening of the Wife's eyes, stepped forward. She moved with a brilliant, calculated instinct, recognizing the exact moment to strike, the exact moment to cement the Wife's total complicity in Elias's permanent subjugation. "He is ready for you to make ytou presence known," the Nurse murmured softly, pointing to a small remote control resting on the dresser. The Wife moved almost mechanically, her eyes never leaving her husband's frantically working tongue. She picked up the plastic remote. "Cut the audio first," the Nurse instructed, her voice dropping to a low, commanding conspiratorial whisper. "Let the silence grab hisattention. Then, when he's ready, remove the blindfold." With trembling, exquisitely manicured fingers, the Wife pressed the button. The constant, whispering wall of white noise inside Elias’s ears vanished, replaced by an strange normal silence. Elias froze instantly. He stopped licking the mat, his face still pressed against the floor, his entire body rigid with sudden concern. He gasped loudly, the sound shocking in the quiet room. He had no idea what had happened. He had no idea if he had done something wrong, if the Nurse was about to punish him, or if the endless void was simply shifting. He lay there, trembling violently, a pathetic, heavily padded lump of pink ruffles waiting helplessly for his fate to be decided. The Wife stepped forward, her expensive, sharp heels clicking distinctly against the hard floorboards beneath the edge of the carpet. The sound was incredibly loud in the silence. Elias whimpered, trying to pull his head back from the mat, frantically trying to track the sound, entirely vulnerable. The Nurse moved smoothly behind him. With a sharp, practiced rip, she tore the heavy velcro strap, pulling the black sensory-deprivation blindfold and the soft cotton pads away from his eyes in a single, fluid motion. The sudden, intense blast of artificial lighting from the nursery fixtures was agonizing. Searing white pain exploded through Elias's retinas, unused to any input for what felt like years. He squeezed his tear-filled eyes shut tightly, crying out softly, completely overwhelmed by the sudden sensory assault. "Look at me, Elias," a voice commanded. It wasn't the cold, clinical voice of the Nurse. It was a voice he hadn't heard in days—a voice that belonged to a different world, a world where he had been a highly respected professional, a proud man, an equal partner. It was his Wife. Desperate, terrified, his eyes streaked with painful tears, Elias forced his eyes to crack open. His vision was incredibly blurry, the light burning relentlessly, but as his pupils desperately adjusted, a figure slowly coalesced out of the blinding glare. She stood towering over him. She was wearing a stunning, incredibly sharp, dark power suit that practically screamed wealth and dominance. Her hair was flawlessly styled, her makeup immaculate. She looked impossibly beautiful, terrifyingly powerful, and entirely out of place in the bizarre, infantilizing pastel nightmare of his nursery. Elias’s brain short-circuited entirely. The sheer sensory overload—the sudden light, the agonizing silence broken by the sharp click of her heels, the overwhelming scent of her expensive Parisian perfume cutting through the clinical smell of his diaper and the harsh, sticky peanut butter on his face—completely shattered whatever frail remnants of logical thought he had left. He was staring up at her from his deeply humiliating position on the floor, his face covered in sticky food, his massive diaper incredibly obvious, his body completely bound and helpless. He felt a sudden, desperate, agonizing need for her to save him, to reach down and untie his hands, to pull him up from the floor and tell him the nightmare was over. But as his eyes finally focused sharply on her face, the hope died instantly, replaced by a cold, suffocating dread. She wasn't looking at him with horror. She wasn't rushing to help him. She was looking down at him with a dark, heavy, predatory expression that he had never seen before. Her eyes were slightly dilated, her breathing shallow, her beautifully painted lips curved into a subtle, terrifying smirk. She was looking at him exactly the way a predator looks at entirely captive, perfectly contained prey. She felt no pity. She felt only a deep, intense arousal at the horrifying depths of his degradation. "You've been a very good patient for the Nurse, Elias," the Wife murmured, her voice dripping with incredibly dark, happy arousal. It wasn't the voice of a loving spouse; it was the voice of an absolute master addressing an owned dog. Elias couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He simply stared up at the incredible, terrifying goddess of a woman standing over him, completely paralyzed by the horrifying realization that his nightmare wasn't an aberration she would fix. His nightmare was exactly what she wanted. "He needs to finish his therapy," the Nurse observed clinically, her voice a sharp reminder of the inescapable reality. The Wife’s smile widened, a happy, brilliant slash of bright red lipstick. She slowly raised a single, manicured finger and pointed downward at the sticky, peanut butter-smeared rubber mat resting by Elias's bound knees. "Lick the mat, Elias," she commanded, her voice dropping thrillingly low, sending a massive, intoxicating shiver of pure dominance down her own spine. "Show me how well you are working to get better." The choice before Elias was absolute. He could resist out of pride, and risk being plunged back into the screaming, agonizing darkness of the profound sensory void forever. Or he could completely, entirely surrender his last shred of humanity and submit fully to the horrifying, beautifully arranged authority of the women who now completely owned his existence. There was no real choice. The deep, agonizing desperation to stay in the light, to continue seeing his beautiful Wife, to avoid the terrifying isolation, entirely overrode any other instinct. With tears streaming openly, humiliatingly down his face, Elias lowered his head. Trembling violently, completely broken, he stuck his tongue out again. As the Wife watched, her arousal spiking to incredible, dizzying new heights, her husband eagerly, frantically began to lick the peanut butter off the floor, perfectly reduced to the completely manageable, helplessly dependent plaything. # Chapter 8: Potty Training The morning light fractured through the partially drawn blinds of the nursery, casting pale, dusty beams across the soft pink walls. Elias lay motionless in the oversized crib, his mind surfacing slowly from the thick, dreamless void of sleep. For days, his world had been entirely defined by the terrifying emptiness of sensory deprivation—the heavy, suffocating weight of the dark eye patches and the relentless, static hum of the noise-canceling earbuds. The sudden return of natural light and the distant, ordinary sounds of the house were almost painfully sharp, yet deeply grounding. He blinked against the brightness, his eyes tracing the familiar, humiliating silhouettes of the stuffed animals line up along the top rim of his crib. It was a new day, but the reality of his existence had not changed. If anything, the brief respite from the void only made the physical constraints of his body more apparent. He was cocooned in soft, restrictive fabrics. His hands, encased in the thick padded medical mittens, rested limply on his chest, entirely useless. The thick straps of his booties locked his ankles together, allowing only a few inches of movement—just enough to shift in his dampness, but never enough to stand, walk, or reclaim any semblance of masculine autonomy. Beneath the layers of his clothing, the inescapable warmth of his overnight diaper bloomed uncomfortably against his skin. It was thick, sagging, and deeply saturated, a humiliating testament to his complete lack of control during the night. The ruffled plastic panties covering the diaper crinkled with every minute shift of his hips, a loud, artificial sound that announced his infantile state to the empty room. The large silicone pacifier strapped securely into his mouth prevented him from sighing. He could only suckle reflexively, his jaw entirely relaxed around the oversized nipple. The constant presence of the pacifier kept his mouth moist but his voice entirely suppressed. He was silenced, bound, and padded—a grown man reduced to a helpless, babbling dependent. And yet, beneath the profound shame, a insidious, conditioned comfort had begun to take root. His body, exhausted by the relentless demands of his previous adult life—the career pressures, the financial anxieties, the desperate need to provide and protect—was learning to surrender. When there were no choices to make, there was no possibility of failure. There was only the immediate physical sensation of being cared for, however degrading that care might be. The heavy wooden door to the nursery clicked open, the sound sharp and authoritative. The Nurse entered, her white uniform crisp and immaculate against the pastel backdrop. She carried a clipboard, her expression a mask of clinical detachment, but her eyes held a spark of professional triumph. She moved with practiced efficiency, approaching the side of the crib and lowering the railing with a loud, metallic clack. "Good morning, my sweet girl," she said smoothly, her tone a deliberate blend of maternal warmth and absolute authority. She never used his real name anymore. She had completely stripped him of ‘Elias’, replacing it with a rotation of submissive, feminine pet names. "Did we have a restful night? Mmm, let’s see." Her ungloved hands reached down, instantly invading his personal space with terrifying casualness. She pressed firmly against the front of his ruffled plastic panties, checking the weight and saturation of his overnight diaper. Elias flushed hotly, his eyes squeezing shut against the humiliation. He couldn't squirm away. He couldn't swat her hands away with his padded mittens. He could only lie there and endure the clinical examination of his own waste. "Very wet," the Nurse noted, scribbling a quick note on her clipboard. "As expected. But today, we are going to introduce a new milestone in your rehabilitation protocol. A very important step toward your eventual domestic duties." Elias opened his eyes, staring up at her with a mix of apprehension and hesitant hope. He sucked anxiously on his pacifier. The Nurse smiled a thin, knowing smile. "We are going to begin your potty training today. You’ve been such a compliant, helpless little thing in these diapers, but it's time we teach you some basic control. If you can learn to signal your needs, if you can learn to hold it and use the proper receptacle like a good, obedient girl, I might just consider transitioning you to real underwear during the day." Underwear. The word echoed in his mind, sparking a desperate flicker of hope. Real underwear meant fabric that didn't crinkle. It meant dignity. It meant an end to the thick, suffocating waddle of the diapers. It meant a step—however small—back toward his adult self. He wanted it immediately. He wanted it with a fierce, burning desperation that entirely overrode the logic of the situation. He nodded his head vigorously against the pillow, a muffled, eager sound escaping around the thick rubber of his pacifier. Mmph! Yes. I want that. I'll do anything. "I thought you might agree," she said smoothly, unbuckling the straps of his mittens and freeing his hands, though they remained weak and trembling from disuse. "But make no mistake. This is not a request; this is rigorous therapy. If you fail, if you wet yourself, if you attempt to hide your accidents, the diapers will stay. In fact, if you fail consistently, I will authorize a more permanent, locked diapering solution. Is that clear?" Elias nodded again, his heart hammering against his ribs. He would achieve this. He would prove he wasn't a baby. The Nurse stepped away from the crib and moved toward a large box she had wheeled in from the hallway earlier. With a dramatic flair, she pulled off the protective covering, revealing a small, brightly colored plastic training toilet. It was shaped like a smiling pink hippopotamus, complete with handles and a small, shallow bowl. It was unequivocally designed for a toddler. It was insulting. It was degrading. "This," the Nurse presented the potty chair, "is where you will be making your deposits. You will sit here, and you will learn to push your bladder and your bowels when I tell you to. Not when you want to. Only when I command it." She returned to the crib, unfastening the thick Velcro tapes of his thoroughly soaked overnight diaper. The cool morning air hit his skin as she roughly wiped him clean with cold, sterile wipes. The humiliation was compounded by the fact that he was fully awake, fully aware of the clinical, detached way she handled his vulnerable flesh. The chastity tube, snug and restrictive around his shrunken genitals, remained firmly in place. Her fingers brushed against the hardened rubber, a stark reminder that his sexual agency was permanently locked away. Once he was clean, she didn't diaper him. Instead, she grasped him under his arms and hauled him up into a sitting position. He was weak, his muscles atrophied from the long periods of bed rest and bondage. He swayed slightly, his balance precarious. "Come along," she commanded, supporting his weight as she steered him toward the pink plastic potty chair in the center of the room. "Sit. Let's see what you can do." Elias allowed himself to be guided down onto the small chair. His knees were practically up to his chest due to the low height. The plastic was cold against his bare skin. The smile of the hippo face stared up at him mockingly from between his legs. He was a grown man, a former manager, a husband. And here he was, naked from the waist down, shivering on a pink plastic toddler's potty, desperately trying to force his bladder to empty just to earn the right to wear basic cotton underwear. "Go ahead," the Nurse said, standing over him with her clipboard, her eyes piercingly analytic. "Show me you understand basic somatic control. Squeeze. Hard." He tried. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused on his lower abdomen. He strained, his face flushing a deeper crimson. But the humiliating pressure of her gaze, the absurdity of the tiny chair, and the psychological block of being told to perform on command made it impossible. His body, so conditioned to the passive release of the diapers over the past weeks, refused to cooperate. The muscles were confused. They didn't know how to push anymore; they only knew how to let go secretly, quietly within the thick padding. Minutes ticked by in agonizing silence, broken only by his strained, muffled breathing around the pacifier and the steady ticking of the wall clock. "Nothing yet?" she observed coldly, tapping her pen against the clipboard. "It seems your body has become quite lazy, little girl. You've gotten too comfortable letting the diapers do the work. This is exactly why this training is necessary. The regression has deeply affected your autonomic nervous system." She reached down, her fingers grazing his lower stomach, pressing firmly directly over his bladder. "Push," she commanded sharply, massaging the area with uncomfortable, deep pressure. He whimpered around the pacifier, straining until he felt lightheaded, but nothing happened. He was failing. The hope of underwear was slipping away. He felt hot tears of frustration prick the corners of his eyes. He was trapped in a body that no longer obeyed his basic adult mind, a body entirely reprogrammed by the Nurse's relentless therapy. "Alright, that's enough for your first attempt," she sighed, a sound of profound disappointment that cut deeper than any insult. She grabbed him by the arms and hoisted him back up off the pink hippo chair. "We clearly have our work cut out for us. You are further gone than I anticipated." She guided him back to the crib, laying him down flat. Before he could process the failure, she was already reaching for a fresh stack of thick cloth diapers and a new, shockingly bright pink ruffled plastic panty. "Since you cannot control yourself, you will remain heavily padded. And since you failed your first potty session, I am removing your daytime privileges." She expertly folded the thick cotton inserts, shoving them forcefully between his legs. This new diaper was significantly thicker than the ones he had worn previously. It forced his legs apart entirely, creating a massive, cumbersome waddle between his thighs. She snapped the plastic panties tightly over the bulk, the ruffles flaring out absurdly. "You will wear the heaviest absorbency. You will be reminded with every movement how utterly dependent you still are." The profound humiliation of the thicker padding settled heavily on his chest. He had failed. He was officially worse than a toddler. He was a helpless animal reliant on her padding. "But do not despair completely," the Nurse added, her tone softening slightly into a dark, manipulative purr as she strapped his mittens back securely onto his hands. "Therapy is a process. And we have a very special exercise planned for this afternoon. Your Wife has arranged her schedule to be here to personally assist in your next milestone. She is very eager to see your progress." The mention of his Wife sent a complex jolt through his nervous system. Shame, yes, but also a twisted, desperate yearning. He wanted to please her. He needed to show her he wasn't entirely lost, even as he was buried under inches of thick, ruffled diapering. *** Miles away in her sleek, glass-walled downtown office, Wife sat at her expansive mahogany desk, staring blankly at the quarterly financial projections glowing on her dual monitors. The numbers were excellent. Her career had skyrocketed since she returned to work. The crushing burden of Elias’s initial acute care had been entirely lifted, replaced by a ruthless, singular focus on her professional success. She was a dominant force in the boardroom, commanding respect and dictating terms with a newfound, icy confidence. But lately, an unexpected distraction had begun to gnaw at the edges of her concentration. It wasn't anxiety. It wasn't guilt. It was a dark, pulsing, deeply erotic fascination. It started a few days ago, when the Nurse finally lifted Elias's sensory deprivation eye patches. The Wife had returned from a long, successful business trip. She had walked into the house, completely unburdened, and proceeded to relax for a full day before even asking to see him. When the Nurse finally brought him out into the living room, he was blindfolded, gagged, heavily diapered, and crawling blindly on the floor. For his "tongue rehab" the Nurse had smeared peanut butter on a textured silicone dog-licking mat and placed it on the floor. The memory of watching her once-proud husband blindly, desperately lap the peanut butter off the floor, his bound hands useless, his whimpers muffled by the thick rubber pacifier, sent a sudden, intense thrill straight straight to her core. In that moment, watching him reduced to a literal, obedient animal, to a helpless pet desperate for a scrap of sensory input, she hadn't felt horror. She had felt an overwhelming, wet surge of absolute sexual arousal. She had realized then that her attraction to him wasn't dead; it had simply evolved. She was no longer attracted to the traditional, equal partner he used to be. The thought of his old, responsible, masculine ego left her entirely cold. But the reality of his current state—his complete, absolute submission, his humiliating vulnerability, his total dependency on her whim—was intoxicating. She owned him. He lived entirely for her pleasure and her command. He was her plaything. She picked up her desk phone, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. She pressed a single button, dialing her executive assistant. "Sarah. Clear my schedule for the rest of the afternoon," she commanded, her voice low and tight with authority. "Push the 2:00 PM merger call to tomorrow morning. Cancel the 4:00 PM drinks with the regional manager. Tell them I have an urgent, unavoidable personal matter regarding my husband's intensive medical care to attend to." "Of course, ma'am. Consider it done," her assistant replied instantly. "I hope everything is alright with Elias." "Things are progressing exactly as they need to," she replied smoothly, a wicked smirk crossing her lips as she hung up the phone. She stood up, smoothing the sharp lines of her designer pencil skirt. She grabbed her briefcase and headed for the elevator, her heels clicking aggressively against the marble floor. The office felt stifling. She needed to be home. She needed to see him. She needed to assert her dominance directly. The drive home usually took forty-five minutes, but today she made it in under thirty, her foot heavy on the accelerator, her mind racing with dark, dominating fantasies. She pulled her sleek luxury sedan into the garage and strode through the side door into the pristine, perfectly quiet house. The Nurse was waiting for her in the kitchen, casually sipping a cup of herbal tea. She looked up, her clinical mask replaced by a knowing, conspiratorial smile. "You're home early," the Nurse observed smoothly, setting her tea down. "The office couldn't hold your attention?" "I wanted to be here for the afternoon routine," the Wife replied, tossing her briefcase onto the granite island. She leaned against the counter, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "You mentioned you were starting potty training today. How did our little project perform?" "Poorly," the Nurse replied bluntly, though her eyes sparkled with professional satisfaction at the Wife's eager demeanor. "He couldn't produce on command. His autonomic responses are deeply hardwired into the diapers. I've increased the thickness of his padding significantly and revoked his daytime privileges. The psychological blow was severe. He is extremely vulnerable right now." The Wife felt a surge of heat between her thighs. "Excellent. He needs to remember his need for rehabilitation. You said you had a special exercise planned for this afternoon?" "I do indeed," the Nurse said, stepping closer, her voice dropping into a professional whisper. "His daily treatments—the prostate massage and the retention enema—are scheduled for now. However, I believe it would be highly beneficial for his psychological conditioning if *you* took an active, hands-on role in his care today. Specifically, I want you to perform the massage, and I want him to truly understand the depth of his devotion to you." The Wife's breath hitched. She had watched the Nurse perform these highly invasive, clinical treatments before, but taking over the physical act herself—taking direct physical control of his intensely humiliating arousal—was a massive escalation. It was the ultimate assertion of sexual dominance. "I'm ready," the Wife said, her voice dropping an octave. "What do you need me to do?" "Go to the living room," the Nurse instructed. "Sit in your favorite armchair. Take off your shoes. Get comfortable. I will prepare him and bring him to you." Ten minutes later, the Wife was seated comfortably in her plush leather armchair, her bare, perfectly manicured feet resting softly on the Persian rug. The house was dead quiet. Then, she heard the thick, rhythmic swoosh-crinkle, swoosh-crinkle of heavy plastic and cloth dragging against the hardwood floor. Elias entered the room, guided strictly by the Nurse's firm hand between his shoulder blades. The sight of him was spectacularly pathetic. The new diaper the Nurse had forced on him was massive. It bulked heavily between his legs, forcing him into a wide, awkward, waddling stance. Over it, he wore the bright pink ruffled plastic panties, the frills bouncing ridiculously with every cumbersome step. The rest of his body was clad in a tight pink onesie that snapped beneath his enormous padded crotch, complete with a tiny, attached ruffled skirt that barely covered his diapered rear. His hands were securely bound in the padded mittens, and a large pink pacifier remained firmly strapped into his mouth. He looked up, his eyes locking onto his Wife sitting regally in the chair. His breath hitched, a muffled whimper escaping around the thick rubber teat. He felt an intense, burning wave of absolute shame wash over him. He was a spectacle of infantilized degradation, paraded before the woman who used to view him as an equal partner. And yet, mixed sickeningly with the shame, was a desperate, deep-seated urge to kneel before her. To please her. To earn her approval. The conditioning was working with terrifying efficiency. "Down," the Nurse commanded sharply, pressing heavily on his shoulders. Elias's knees buckled immediately. He dropped to the floor, the thick padding of his diaper absorbing the impact. He found himself kneeling directly in front of his Wife's chair, his head bowed, his mittened hands resting uselessly on his massive thighs. "He failed his potty training completely this morning," the Nurse announced clearly, looking down at Elias with clinical disgust, ensuring the Wife heard every word. "He is entirely dependent on his thick diapers. He is regressing perfectly. However, his physical treatments must continue. We must ensure his prostate avoids congestion, despite his inability to release." The Nurse pulled a sterile blue sheet from her pocket and tossed it onto the rug in front of Elias. "Lie down. On your stomach." Elias hesitated for a fraction of a second, his old pride fighting a pathetic, losing battle against his new reality. He glanced up at his Wife's face, searching for a hint of mercy, a shred of the loving partner he once knew. He found none. Her deeply arousing, ice-cold gaze pinned him to the floor. Her eyes were dark, dilated, and hungry. He swallowed hard around the pacifier and awkwardly maneuvered himself onto his stomach onto the blue sheet, the massive diaper elevating his hips embarrassingly high into the air. The Nurse produced a bottle of medical lubricant and a box of sterile silicone gloves. She handed them to the Wife. "Put these on," the Nurse instructed the Wife. "You will be performing the procedure today. Firm pressure, circular motions. The goal is medical expression, not sexual gratification. He is locked in his chastity tube and heavily padded. He cannot, and will not, achieve release. He will only experience the intense buildup and the absolute, helpless frustration of denial." The Wife slowly pulled the tight silicone gloves over her manicured fingers. The snap of the latex echoing loudly in the quiet room. She poured a generous amount of cold, thick lubricant onto her forefinger. Elias shuddered violently as the loud snap of the gloves reached his ears. His heart hammered frantically. The knowledge that his Wife—his beautiful, powerful Wife—was about to penetrate his body in the most clinical, humiliating matter possible was completely overwhelming. The Wife knelt beside him, leaning over his elevated, diapered hips. She firmly grabbed the thick waistband of his pink ruffled panties and the massive cloth diaper beneath, yanking them down forcefully. The cool air hit his exposed skin, his vulnerable rear bared completely to her view. "Relax your muscles, Elias," the Wife commanded, her voice vibrating with dark authority. "This is for your own good." Without waiting for his muffled acknowledgment, she pushed her lubricated finger smoothly and forcefully into his rectum. Elias gasped sharply, his back arching off the floor. The physical sensation was intense, purely clinical, yet devastatingly intimate. As she expertly found his prostate and began the firm, circular massaging motion, his body betrayed him instantly. A deep, heavy ache of intense arousal flooded his lower half. Blood rushed to his groin, but the tight, restrictive rubber of the shrinking chastity tube violently choked off the erection before it could even begin. He felt the terrifying compression, the physical denial locking his desire inside an agonizing cage. "He's resisting," the Wife noted coolly, feeling him tense beneath her finger. She applied more pressure, leaning into the massage. "He wants to release. He wants to be a man." "Deny him," the Nurse instructed clinically from the sidelines. "Keep the pressure steady. Let him feel the absolute impossibility of his desires. Let him realize his body belongs to you." Elias whined loudly around the pacifier, a pathetic, animalistic sound of pure, unadulterated frustration. He bucked his hips weakly against the floor, instantly desperate for a release that he intellectually knew was impossible. He was trapped. His hands were useless. His penis was locked away in a suffocating rubber prison. His body was entirely at the mercy of his Wife's relentless, clinical finger. He was forced to endure the intense edge of arousal, balanced precariously on the cliff of orgasm, with absolutely no way to fall over. For ten grueling minutes, the Wife maintained the massage. She felt the powerful surges of his denied body beneath her hand, relishing the absolute physical control she held over him. She was driving him completely insane. He was sweating profusely, his muffled cries growing more desperate, his body vibrating with denied energy. When she finally withdrew her finger smoothly, Elias collapsed flat against the rug, gasping heavily around the pacifier, his body wrecked and exhausted by the torturous denial. "Excellent work, my dear," the Nurse praised the Wife softly. "He has been fully stimulated and completely denied. The psychological impact is immense. Now, for the final piece of today's conditioning." The Nurse pulled a jar of smooth peanut butter from her medical bag. She unscrewed the lid, the sweet, earthy smell immediately filling the room. "You failed your potty training, which means you are nothing more than a dependent, diaper-wearing animal," the Nurse stated, grabbing Elias by the collar of his pink onesie and hauling him back up into a kneeling position. He swayed dizzily, his mind completely scrambled by the intense, denied arousal. "Animals do not get to use utensils. Animals must demonstrate absolute devotion to their owners to earn their keep. To earn the promised underwear." The Nurse scooped a thick dollop of peanut butter out of the jar with a spatula. Taking the Wife's left foot, she carefully smeared the thick, sticky paste directly over the Wife's painted toenails, pushing it deep into the crevices between her toes. She repeated the process on the Wife's right foot, coating the skin thickly. Elias stared in absolute horror. His eyes widened, his muffled breathing hitching in his throat. "Tongue rehab," the Nurse announced coldly. She unbuckled the straps of Elias's pacifier and pulled the oversized rubber nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. A string of drool connected his lips to the pacifier before snapping. He gasped, his jaw achingly sore from holding the large device for hours. "Clean her toes. Every single drop. The mat was practice. This is reality. If you do an acceptable job, if you show her true devotion, perhaps you will earn your underwear tomorrow. If you hesitate, the thick diapers become permanent." The ultimatum cracked like a whip in his fragile, shattered mind. Permanent diapers. The thick, crinkling, humiliating bulk locked onto him forever. Versus the repulsive, unimaginable degradation of licking peanut butter off his Wife's feet like an obedient dog. The conflict tore through what remained of his adult ego. It was the ultimate test. It was the line he SWORE he would never cross. He couldn't do it. It was too insane. It was too far. He hesitated, trembling violently, his eyes darting between his Wife's smeared toes and her harsh, expectant face. "I'm waiting, Elias," the Wife purred, her voice dripping with venomous dominance. She wiggled her coated toes slightly, the movement provocative and deeply insulting. "Are my feet not clean enough for you? Are you too proud to serve your provider?" The tone of her voice—the absolute confirmation that his old life was dead, that he was nothing more to her than a pathetic servant—shattered his final resistance. The conditioned need to please, the desperate fear of permanent infantilization, and the profound psychological beating he had just endured broke the dam. He didn't make a conscious choice. His body moved defensively. He leaned forward, crawling the last few inches to her feet. He lowered his head, his nose inches from her painted toenails. The smell of the peanut butter was overpowering. He stuck out his tongue. The first contact was a shock to his system. He dragged his rough tongue over the smooth nail of her big toe, collecting a thick glob of the sweet paste. He swallowed it mechanically, shutting his eyes tightly to block out the visual horror of his submission. But he couldn't block out the reality. He was groveling. He was worshipping her feet for the vague promise of cotton underwear. "Mmm. Good boy," the Wife whispered, a genuine sigh of supreme pleasure escaping her lips. "Get deeper between the toes. Don't miss a spot." He obeyed. He had no other choice. His tongue darted out frantically, seeking every crevice, cleaning the sticky peanut butter from her skin. He lapped at her feet with desperate, animalistic energy, thoroughly breaking down the final wall of his masculinity. The sheer physical act of the foot-worship destroyed any lingering illusion of equality. He was lower than a child; he was her pet. The Nurse stood back, arms crossed, watching the scene with profound professional satisfaction. Her psychological engineering was flawless. The Wife, leaning back in her chair with a look of absolute, ecstatic arousal, was fully installed as the dominant head of the household. And Elias, frantically licking her toes clean while wearing a massive diaper and a pink ruffled onesie, had completely, irrevocably embraced his submissive transformation. When his tongue had polished her skin clean, entirely stripped of the peanut butter, he sat back heavily on his padded haunches, gasping for air, staring numbly at the floor. The sticky sweetness clung to his mouth, a sickening reminder of his total capitulation. "Very good," the Nurse said, stepping forward with a sterile wipe to clean his sticky face. "You showed excellent devotion. You obeyed a profoundly difficult command. However," she added, her voice dropping into a lethal, clinical coldness. "You still failed your potty training this morning. The thick diapers remain tonight. We will reassess your toilet privileges in the coming days, pending consistent, flawless obedience in all your other domestic duties." The carrot was snatched away instantly. The realization crushed him. He had submitted to the ultimate degradation, he had destroyed his ego, and the reward was instantly deferred. He was trapped in the game. He would always be jumping for the carrot. He would always be in diapers until they decided he was perfectly broken. The Nurse grabbed the heavy pacifier and pushed it firmly back into his mouth, buckling the straps instantly, silencing any potential protest. She pulled his diaper up, snapping the pink ruffled plastic loudly back over his hips. "Back to the nursery," the Nurse commanded, grabbing him by the shoulder and steering his waddling, devastated body away from the living room. "You have a lot to think about." As Elias was marched away, the Wife remained in her armchair, her heart pounding, her body thrumming with intense residual arousal. She looked down at her bare, perfectly clean feet, and then up at the retreating, pathetic, diaper-clad figure of the man she used to call her equal. She reached over to the side table, picking up her ringing cell phone to check her work emails. Her life was perfect. She had total control. She had zero guilt. She was the absolute master of her domain, and she frankly couldn't wait to see what the Nurse had planned for tomorrow's training. # Chapter 9: Discipline and Crawling The morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of the nursery was a pale, anemic gray, barely enough to illuminate the hyper-feminine pink walls that had become the absolute boundaries of Elias’s world. He lay on his back in the crib-like medical bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling mobile decorated with pastel plush animals that swayed with an innocent, mocking rhythm. The heavy, damp, and thickly padded cloth diaper clinging to his loins was a persistent, deeply humiliating reminder of his total regression. It was morning. Another slow, meticulously scheduled day in the unbroken, endless routine of his new infantile existence. His body ached with a dull, pervasive soreness, the physical toll of his recent and intense tongue and potty training. His jaw still felt the phantom, degrading pressure of the silicone dog mat, and the muscles in his face throbbed from the forced, frantic licking. Every morning now started with a terrifyingly contradictory mix of emotions: a desperate, aching hope for a return to normalcy, and the crushing, Pavlovian conditioning that eagerly awaited whatever degradation the Nurse and his wife had planned for him to earn his so-called 'rewards'. Today, he clung to a fragile, desperate hope. The extensive floor exercises, the "worming" on the plush carpets, and the endless core body strengthening had been grueling. But surely, there was a point to it. Surely, it was physical therapy meant to rebuild his atrophied muscles so he could stand again. So he could walk again as a man, even if it was just around the house. He imagined the feeling of his own two feet planted firmly on the floor, supporting his adult weight, a small but vital assertion of his lost bipedal humanity. The sharp, authoritative click of the bedroom door latch shattered his fragile daydream. The door swung open smoothly, and the Nurse stepped into the nursery. She was, as always, an imposing figure of immaculate, clinical authority in her crisp white uniform, her demeanor projecting a horrifying blend of maternal care and absolute, unforgiving dominance. "Good morning, my sweet girl," the Nurse chirped, her tone sickeningly bright, instantly dismissing any shred of Elias's adult masculinity before she had even crossed the threshold. She moved swiftly to the side of his crib-like bed, the heavy thud of her sensible shoes on the floorboards a terrifying rhythm of control. Elias let out a muffled, pathetic whimper around the massive medical pacifier that kept his jaws parted and his tongue subdued. He hated the sound. He hated how easily his body betrayed his rational mind, responding to her maternal tone with an involuntary physical surrender. "You've been such a good, obedient patient through your floor exercises," the Nurse continued, her hands deftly unclipping the heavy straps that secured him to the bed framing. Her touch was efficient, devoid of any genuine affection, measuring only his compliance and his physical condition. "Your core strength has improved remarkably. It is time we reward that progress by expanding your boundaries." His heart hammered painfully against his ribcage. *Expanding boundaries.* The words echoed in his mind. Could it be true? Was she finally going to let him stand? Was he going to be able to walk, to take a few faltering steps across the room? He tried to nod, to convey his desperate, pathetic gratitude for this small mercy, his eyes wide and pleading above the gagging bulk of the pacifier. The Nurse grabbed him by the shoulders of his frilly, pink medical onesie, hauling his weakened body into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress. His legs dangled limply over the side, the thick bulk of the cloth diapers forcing a humiliating waddle into his posture even while seated. She didn't offer him her arm to stand. She didn't guide his feet to the floor. Instead, with a swift, firm push against his back, she forced him off the bed, not onto his feet, but down onto his hands and knees. Elias gasped, the massive pacifier bobbing in his mouth, as his palms hit the carpet and his knees, padded by the tights, absorbed the impact. He scrambled instinctively, trying to push himself upward, trying to gather his legs under him to stand. He wanted to be upright. He *needed* to be upright. A sharp, stinging slap across his left shoulder blade instantly halted his movement. He froze, trembling, his chest heaving. "Ah ah ah," the Nurse chided, her voice dropping into a register of stern, uncompromising correction. "We do not stand. We have not earned bipedal privileges. Your legs are weak, your mind is fragile, and walking is a dangerous, adult activity for which you have proven yourself entirely unsuited." She circled him slowly as he crouched on all fours, trembling under the weight of her gaze. "You are to move only when instructed, and you are to move only by crawling. Constrained, limited crawling. This is your new mode of transportation. It is safe, it is appropriate for your current developmental stage, and it beautifully reinforces your proper posture of submission." Elias stared down at the carpet fibers, hot tears of profound humiliation welling in his eyes, blurring his vision. Crawling. Like an infant. Like a dog. His bipedal privileges completely revoked. Every ounce of dignity, every tiny scrap of his masculine pride that he had desperately clung to, was systematically being dismantled, ripped away, and replaced with an animalistic, subservient reality. He squeezed his eyes shut, a choked sob snagging in his throat, realizing with terrifying clarity that his physical body was being permanently reprogrammed to literally exist beneath the two women who owned him. "Now," the Nurse commanded, her tone brisk and businesslike. "Crawl to the changing table. It is time for your morning inspection and your daily treatment." He hesitated. A final, desperate spark of his old self, a flicker of male rebellion, flared in his mind. He didn't want to crawl. He didn't want to accept this absolute, humiliating defeat. He tensed his muscles, thinking of defying her, of simply refusing to move. But the Nurse was prepared. She recognized the microscopic hesitation in his posture. Without a word, her hand darted down, fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh of his shoulder, not a caress, but a sharp, clinical pinch that sent a spike of white-hot warning through his nervous system. "Do not make me repeat myself to a disobedient girl," she hissed, the threat of real, unstructured punishment hanging heavy in the air. The spark died instantly, smothered by terror and his deep-seated psychological conditioning. Elias whimpered again, a pathetic, animal sound of absolute surrender, and began to move. His movements were clumsy, his knees shuffling awkwardly against the carpet, his wrists straining under his body weight. The thick cloth diapers between his legs chafed with every agonizingly slow forward shuffle. He crawled across the five feet of floor to the changing table, his head bowed, his spirit utterly broken. He was a pet. He was an infant. He was entirely, helplessly theirs. The Nurse expertly hoisted him from the floor onto the changing table, stripping away his soiled morning diaper with a clinical detachment that somehow made the exposure even worse. After a thorough cleaning and a heavy dusting of baby powder, she secured a fresh, brutally thick cloth diaper assembly tightly around his waist, locking it in place with a pair of thick, ruffled plastic panties that crinkled loudly with his every infinitesimal movement. "And now, for the most vital part of your morning," the Nurse announced, her voice returning to that chillingly bright maternal tone. She reached into her medical cart and retrieved the familiar, dreaded apparatus for his daily retention enema. Elias's body tensed involuntarily. He hated the enema. It was invasive, deeply violating, and forced him to confront the absolute lack of control he had over his own bodily functions. But a new, terrifying apprehension twisted in his gut. The Nurse had been escalating everything lately. What new horror was she about to introduce to this already grueling routine? She strapped his wrists to the sides of the table, securing him completely, and efficiently positioned his body. As the warm, hydrating fluid began to aggressively fill his colon, the intense internal pressure rapidly mounting to an agonizing crescendo, the Nurse suddenly paused the flow. She leaned down, her face inches from his ear, her voice a soft, dangerous whisper. "You have been surprisingly compliant, Elias. But compliance driven only by fear and restraint is insufficient. True rehabilitation requires a deep, instinctual understanding of discipline. A physical conditioning that rewires your very nervous system to accept correction and seek approval." Elias thrashed his head side to side, his eyes wide above the pacifier, a panicked, muffled groan escaping his lips. He didn't understand. What did she mean? What was she going to do? The Nurse stepped back, her hand raising. "We are beginning spanking training," she declared, the words hanging in the tense air like a physical blow. "This is not punishment, Elias. Not yet. This is training. It is preparation. You are going to learn how to accept physical discipline, how to endure the pain of correction, and how to submit to the authority of your betters. And you are going to learn it while simultaneously maintaining total control over your bodily functions." She didn't give him time to process the horror of her words. Her hand descended with precise, calculated force. *SMACK.* The sharp, stinging impact across his bare, powder-dusted bottom was electric. It wasn't the dull ache of a massage; it was a bright, white-hot flare of acute physical pain designed to shock the system. Elias screamed around his pacifier, an involuntary, agonizing jolt tearing through his body. His hips bucked wildly against the table, his restrained wrists straining against the cuffs. The sudden jolt of pain wreaked absolute havoc on his internal concentration. He nearly lost control of the enema right then and there, his sphincter muscles spasming violently against the intense, bursting pressure of the fluid. "Hold it," the Nurse commanded sharply, her voice cutting through the panic. "You will hold the treatment, and you will accept the training." She didn't wait. *SMACK.* Another precise, stinging blow, perfectly placed, exacerbating the fiery heat radiating across his skin. Elias sobbed, his chest heaving in ragged, desperate gasps. The physical pain was intense, a burning, stinging humiliation that he hadn't felt since he was a small child in trouble. But the psychological agony was infinitely profound. He, a grown man, a former professional, was strapped to a table, his bowels filled with an enema, being violently spanked by a nurse who was calmly explaining that it was just "training" for his future life as an obedient pet. The pain of the slaps intertwined sickeningly with the unbearable, bursting internal pressure of the enema fluid. It was a terrifying symphony of vulnerability. His mind fractured, the last fragile remnants of his adult male ego disintegrating under the overwhelming assault. He couldn't think. He couldn't strategize. He could only endure. He could only survive the immediate sensation of the stinging slaps and the desperate physical effort required not to humiliate himself fully on the table. "Good," the Nurse murmured, observing his violent but controlled struggle. "You are learning to endure. You are learning that pain is an integral part of your existence, completely subject to my control, and that your duty is to submit to it while fulfilling your other obligations." She administered three more sharp, measured slaps, each one painting a bright red, humiliating mark across his pale skin. Elias wept openly, his tears soaking into the medical paper beneath his head, his whimpers loud and ragged. The stinging pain was a constant, fiery reminder of his absolute subjugation. He was being broken down into a literal, disobedient infant pet, forced to accept pain as a routine training exercise. Finally, the Nurse stopped. She finished administering the rest of the fluid, inserted the heavy, massive butt plug to secure it within him, and unstrapped his trembling wrists. "Training session complete," she announced, her voice calm and satisfied. "However, the lesson must be reinforced." She dragged him roughly off the table, forcing him to land heavily on his hands and padded knees, the shock jarring the heavy, sloshing fluid violently within his bowels. "To the corner," she ordered, pointing to a bare, sterile corner of the nursery that had been cleared of any furniture or distraction. "Corner time. Thirty minutes. You will kneel there, facing the wall, you will reflect on your training, and you will retain the fluid until we determine it is time to release it. If you leak, if you move, or if you fail to maintain your submissive posture, the spanking training will resume with significantly increased intensity." Elias didn't hesitate. He couldn't. the terror of more slaps, the overwhelming pressure in his gut, and his deeply conditioned terror drove him forward. He crawled, his breath hitching, tears streaming down his face, the thick diapers making his movement a pathetic, waddling struggle. He reached the corner and slumped against the wall, assuming the humiliating posture—knees spread wide, head bowed to the floor, his red, stinging bottom elevated in a grotesque display of absolute vulnerability. The physical pain, the internal pressure, and the crushing psychological degradation merged into a singularity of absolute defeat. He capitulated completely. His body, his dignity, his very existence belonged entirely to the Nurse and his Wife. --- Later that afternoon, the atmosphere in the nursery shifted from the clinical terror of the morning to an electric, tense anticipation. The Wife had returned home early from the office, her high heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floors of the hallway before stopping outside the nursery door. Elias was still in his constrained crawling posture, currently tasked with manually picking up a scattered box of tiny, brightly colored wooden blocks with hands rendered nearly useless by the thick, restrictive medical mittens strapped tightly over them. Every agonizing attempt to clamp a block between the padded paws was a masterclass in frustration and futility. When the door opened, he instinctively froze, his heart rate spiking. He dropped his head, his eyes glued to the carpet, a conditioned response demonstrating absolute deference to the head of the household. His wife stepped into the room, her presence immediately dominating the space. She looked immaculate, dressed in a sharp, tailored business suit that contrasted violently with the hyper-feminine, infantilizing horror of the room and the pathetic, ruffled state of her husband. She didn't look tired. She looked energized, powerful, and flush with an undeniable, predatory confidence. "How is our little project progressing today?" she asked, her voice silky smooth, addressing the Nurse entirely while ignoring Elias, though her eyes immediately dropped to his trembling form on the floor. "Exceedingly well," the Nurse replied smoothly, an answering smile playing on her lips. "This morning, we successfully revoked his bipedal privileges. He is responding beautifully to the constrained crawling routines. The physical exertion combined with the psychological subjugation of a lowered posture is accelerating his rehabilitation nicely." The Wife hummed softly, a deeply appreciative sound, her eyes tracing the line of Elias’s back, lingering on the pronounced curve of his thickly diapered rear end protruding awkwardly as he crouched on the carpet. "And the morning treatment?" "That is the true triumph of the day," the Nurse said, leaning closer to the Wife, her tone conspiratorial. "I initiated the spanking training during his retention enema. The combination of intense internal pressure, acute physical correction, and overwhelming vulnerability proved to be a highly effective catalyst. He received it beautifully." Elias squeezed his eyes shut under the mittens, a fresh wave of humiliated tears threatening to spill. He hated listening to them discuss him like he was a broken piece of machinery they were successfully recalibrating. He hated the stinging memory of the morning's pain that still flared hotly across his backside. But more than anything, he was terrified of his wife's reaction. Would she finally show pity? Would she see the red marks on his skin, see the desperate, broken state he was in, and put a stop to this nightmare? "You spanked him?" The Wife's voice was sharp, a sudden intake of breath. Elias braced himself, holding his breath, hoping for a sliver of mercy. But when she spoke again, her tone was entirely different. It wasn't pity. It was a low, breathless sound of intense, electric thrill. "While he was retaining the fluid? Oh my god. The absolute helplessness of that..." She paced slowly around Elias, her high heels clicking mere inches from his trembling, mittened hands. She wasn't assessing him with concern; she was observing him with a profound, terrifying fascination. She saw the pathetic way he huddled on the floor, the tear streaks drying on his cheeks, the prominent bulge of the massive pacifier strapped between his lips, and the obvious, humiliating restriction of his movements. Instead of feeling pity for his tears and his red, sore bottom, the Wife felt an unexpected, electric surge of erotic excitement. She watched his chest heave with carefully controlled breaths, the obvious psychological strain of enduring the morning's training radiating from him. She realized, with a sudden, intoxicating clarity, that she actively enjoyed witnessing his useful pain. She didn't just accept it as a necessary medical procedure; she relished it as a stark, visceral demonstration of her own absolute, undeniable power over him. It was a beneficial control, one that fed her ego and her newly awakened sexual dominance in equal measure. She stopped pacing and turned to the Nurse, her eyes wide, glittering with a dark, thrilling excitement. "I missed it," she breathed, the disappointment almost palpable in her voice. "I missed seeing him receive it. I missed watching him accept that level of discipline." She took a sudden step closer to the Nurse. "Tomorrow... Tomorrow during his enema. I want to do it." The words hit Elias like a physical blow. He let out a terrified, muffled sob, his mittened hands failing to catch him as he slumped further to the floor. His wife. His beautiful, professional wife, who he used to share a bed with, an equal partnership with, was actively, excitedly begging to violently spank him while he was bound and filled with an enema. The betrayal was absolute, severing the final thread of his sanity connecting him to his old life. "I want to be the one to administer the spankings," the Wife continued, her voice gaining strength and authority, the thrill of the idea taking hold of her completely. "I want to feel the impact. I want to see him cry for *me*. I want him to know that the pain and the discipline come directly from *my* hand. Can I do it?" The Nurse’s smile widened, a look of supreme professional satisfaction blooming across her face. This was the pinnacle of her psychological engineering. Her methods were not only breaking the Husband flawlessly, but they had successfully, profoundly awakened the Wife’s inner dominatrix. The transfer of physical dominance was a critical step in finalizing the new household dynamic. "Of course," the Nurse agreed smoothly, her voice rich with approval. "It is an excellent progression for your role in his rehabilitation. It will cement his absolute obedience to you. We will practice the proper technique and cadence tomorrow morning to ensure the physical discipline remains a tool of precise psychological control, rather than uncontrolled pain." The Wife shivered slightly, a flush of arousal coloring her cheeks. "Yes. Perfect." She turned her gaze back to Elias, a hungry, predatory look in her eyes. "But we have other training scheduled today, don't we? The tongue training?" "Indeed," the Nurse confirmed. She moved to the cart and retrieved the silicone dog licking mat, covered in its thick, textured grooves, and a large jar of peanut butter. "It is time for him to practice his oral manipulation and eagerness to serve." The Nurse knelt on the carpet in front of Elias. She unstrapped his pacifier, pulling the massive nipple from his mouth with an audible *pop*. Elias gasped, his jaw dropping open, the muscles instantly cramping from the sudden freedom after hours of forced extension. A thick line of drool spilled unceremoniously from the corner of his mouth onto his chin. The Nurse generously smeared a thick, sticky layer of peanut butter across the entirety of the grooved dog mat. She then placed it flat on the carpet directly beneath Elias’s face. "On your elbows, Elias," the Nurse commanded. "And begin. You will lick the mat clean. Every groove, every corner. Show your Wife how eager you are to use your tongue exactly as you are instructed." Elias hesitated. The humiliation of the act was staggering. He was a man, forced onto elbows and knees, expected to lap at a piece of rubber on the floor like a starved animal. He looked up, his eyes meeting his wife's, a desperate, silent plea for intervention. The Wife stared back with cold, blazing intensity. She completely ignored his plea. "Do it," she whispered, her voice commanding, vibrating with barely suppressed arousal. "Show me what you can do. Now." The sheer force of her command, coupled with the absolute terror of the morning's "training," shattered his resistance. Elias lowered his head. He awkwardly bumped his nose against the rubber before extending his tongue. The peanut butter was thick and cloying, sticking stubbornly in the deep grooves of the mat. He had to scrape his tongue aggressively, moving his head in awkward, exaggerated motions to clean the textured surface. The sound of his wet tongue slurping and scraping against the silicone filled the quiet nursery, a grotesque, loud display of profound subjection. His neck ached quickly, supporting the awkward weight of his head hovering inches above the floor, while his mittened hands slid uselessly against the carpet fibers. The Wife watched him, utterly transfixed. She took a step closer, standing directly over him until the toes of her expensive heels were inches from his face. She looked down at him, watching the frantic, degrading effort he was forced to exert just to lick a rubber mat. She witnessed the drool mixing with the peanut butter on his chin, the complete lack of dignity in his posture, the humiliating necessity of his actions. Instead of disgust, the electric surge of erotic excitement returned, stronger and more intense as a purely sexual arousal flared violently within her. The sight of his tongue working so desperately, entirely under her command and the Nurse's strict direction, triggered a deeply explicit thought. She licked her lips, her eyes tracing the awkward movements of his head. The licking mat was effective for conditioning and mechanical training, sure. But as she watched him eagerly, pathetically lap at the peanut butter, an idea formed in her mind. A brilliant, dominant, deeply sexualized idea. "He's certainly dedicated to the task," the Wife murmured, her voice husky, her breathing slightly elevated. "The tongue training is vital," the Nurse explained, clinically observing Elias's technique. "It improves his swallowing reflex, rebuilds muscle control, and profoundly reinforces his willingness to perform rehabilitative acts on command." The Wife nodded slowly, a dark, incredibly sexy smile spreading across her lips. Her eyes never left Elias’s frantically licking tongue. "It's a good start," she agreed smoothly. "Very good for basics. But I think... I think the application is a little sterile." She turned her head slightly to look at the Nurse, the predatory confidence radiating from her. "I was thinking," she began, the thrill of the escalating dominance coloring her words, "that next time, for his tongue training... maybe we shouldn't use the mat." She paused, letting the implication hang heavily in the air. "I'm thinking next time, I'll find a much more... intimate, much more *sexy* place to smear the peanut butter. A place that serves my needs directly while he practices his obedience." The Nurse's eyes flashed with immediate comprehension. Her smile mirrored the Wife's dark thrill. The progression from clinical degradation to explicit sexual dominance and servitude was the ultimate, finalized stage of her rehabilitation design. "An absolutely brilliant adaptation of the therapy, Madame," the Nurse agreed, her voice practically purring with satisfaction. "It will merge his physical rehabilitation directly with your personal needs, completely solidifying his new purpose in this household. We will schedule it immediately after his spanking training tomorrow morning." Elias heard the exchange over the loud slurping of his own tongue. He closed his eyes, his heart sinking into a bottomless pit of absolute despair. His wife wasn't just accepting this nightmare; she was taking control of it. She was weaponizing his degradation for her own twisted pleasure. He was no longer just a patient to be managed; he was a pet, a toy, a tool to be broken, spanked, and sexually used at their absolute whim. The transformation was complete, and he was hopelessly, entirely theirs. This was my first attempt with AI to write a outline and write a story a chapter at a time. It got away from me farely quickly but I kept going to see what would happen.

The first time I saw a segufix set, I knew it was love at first sight. If I recall, it was from a german movie. The person had been drugged and laid down in a big crib and fastened with segufix straps. Waking up, tugging with no way to get out. I knew at that moment, it was something I definitely wanted to try at some point. The thought about being fully immobilized, reliant on someone else on getting out, not knowing when you would be let out and all the things the other person could do if they wanted 😈 So, I finally had some money leftover to spend on what ever I wanted to. And I took the leap. I bought my own set, getting one step closer to my dream. So far I've only tried it alone with some self bondage. Now, this is nearly not as fun, since I know I can get out whenever I want to. I guess my next step is to get the courage to start looking for someone that likes to tie people up. Anyways, Ill stop my rambling and show you a picture of the setup instead! (And yes, there is no sheets on, as I just finished modding the bed since the straps were a bit long and wanted to test out the fit. Plenty of waterproof protection on though. Don't want any leaks ruining the matress after all 😅. Do need to move the hinges a bit more to the center of the bed by the looks though)!

Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. He had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. The leopard pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."

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Treachery and Tumbleweeds By Horatio Husky Commissioned by AnnaNapps Chapter One The Gulch The morning sun spilled across Brass Gulch, painting the bustling frontier town in shades of gold and copper. The air carried a faint metallic tang from the network of steam pipes crisscrossing the buildings, their occasional hisses and puffs a constant reminder of the town’s industrious, steampunk soul. Wooden sidewalks creaked underfoot as residents and travelers hurried about their business, and wagon wheels clattered over cobblestone streets. Above it all, the Brass Fountain gushed a glittering arc of water into the air, its spray catching the light like tiny jewels. Though the town’s residents knew not to drink from it, the occasional traveler might be convinced to take a few sips from the fresh flowing water as a mark of good luck, only to find themselves waddling around babbling nonsense only a few minutes later as the tinged contents reduced their limbs and thoughts to that of one much more docile and giddy. The town was alive with the clamor of commerce. Merchants shouted over the din, their stalls overflowing with goods ranging from exotic fabrics to intricate clockwork trinkets. A blacksmith’s hammer rang out from a nearby forge, the rhythmic clang melding with the lively chatter of townsfolk. Urchins darted through the square, their laughter weaving through the chaos as they played tag around the towering fountain. At the center of it all, Sparky, the sheriff of Brass Gulch, walked with an air of quiet authority. She was a fennec fox, her sandy-colored fur shining in the morning light, her enormous ears twitching as she picked up snippets of conversation from all directions. Dressed in a sleeveless leather vest over a crisp white shirt, a turquoise tie neatly knotted at her throat, and leather chaps that framed the front and back of her thick, plainly visible diaper, she struck a striking figure. The attire, bold even by the town’s standards, was both practical and declarative: Sparky was proud, unflinching, and entirely in control. She adjusted her wide-brimmed hat and continued her patrol, the polished brass of her badge catching the sunlight. Her boots clunked rhythmically against the wooden planks, and her sharp eyes scanned the street for signs of trouble. Sparky knew the rhythms of Brass Gulch well, knew how to read its moods like a familiar tune, and something about this morning felt off. Not wrong, exactly, but a little off. Her instincts had been honed over years of keeping order in this chaotic, ever-growing town, and she trusted them implicitly. Ahead, the Brass Gulch Jailhouse loomed, its sturdy walls built of dark ironwood reinforced with brass-plated steel. A pair of copper steam vents flanked the entrance, hissing softly as Sparky pushed through the heavy door. Inside, the familiar scent of polished metal and faint lavender greeted her. The cells were unorthodox for a jail, each equipped with padded cribs instead of bunks, their occupants given basic comforts alongside the occasional meal laced with just enough regression water to keep them placid. Most detainees left as humbled as they were clean, though some were denied changes to let their new situation properly set in. Behind the desk sat Griggs, her deputy, a massive grizzly bear whose imposing size was matched only by his gentle demeanor. He was hunched over a ledger, his clawed fingers scratching notes in neat rows. “Mornin’, Sheriff.” Griggs rumbled without looking up. His voice was deep and steady, as dependable as the man himself. “New one in Cell Three. Caught him swipin’ gears from the clockmaker’s shop.” Sparky raised an eyebrow as she walked to the desk, her ears flicking toward the cells down the hall. “Gears, huh? Not the most creative heist I’ve heard of. What’s his story?” Griggs looked up, his warm brown eyes meeting hers. “Young raccoon. Cocky. Says he was ‘borrowing.’” Sparky’s lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Let me guess… He didn’t have a return date in mind.” “Nope.” Griggs replied with a soft chuckle. “But I’ll let you hear it from him.” Sparky nodded and made her way to the back of the jailhouse, her boots clinking softly against the polished stone floor. The cells were mostly empty, save for Cell Three, where a wiry raccoon lounged in a padded crib like it was a throne. His striped tail flicked lazily causing the rather soggy diaper affixed to his waist to crinkle distinctly, and his sharp eyes gleamed with amusement as he saw her approach. “Well, if it ain’t the sheriff herself.” He drawled, a sly grin spreading across his face as his tone shifted to a higher pitch. “Come to tuck me in?” “Not unless you ask nicely.” Sparky replied dryly, crossing her arms. “Got quite the nerve, stealing from the clockmaker.” “Stealing’s a strong word.” The raccoon replied smoothly, his diction surprisingly clear given the dose of regression water he should have been under the effects of. Sitting up, he spread his dark paws in mock innocence. “I was jus’ borrowin’. Didn’ think them gears were such a big deal.” “Everything’s a big deal when it belongs to someone else.” Sparky shot back, her tone firm but calm. “You’ll have time to think about that while you’re here.” The raccoon’s grin didn’t falter, but his tail flicked a little faster as he drew a pastel blue blanket over himself. “Well, I guess I’ll just make myself at home then, Sheriff. Thanks for the hospitality.” Sparky didn’t respond, turning on her heel and heading back to the front desk. “He’s too relaxed for his own good.” She muttered to Griggs. “Keep an eye on him. Double his dose” “Already have.” Griggs replied with a tone of exasperation barely concealed in his grumble. His large, heavy paws steady on the desk as he continued. “Not sure if triplin’ or quadruplin’ the dose is a good idea either. He’s already had two changes this morning.” Sparky faltered at this, turning to gaze back at the rows of cells as she considered this fact. She turned back, continuing as she motioned with a paw for the bear to go ahead and increase the dose. “Do so anyway. I think he wants me to think he’s harmless… We’ll see.” As Sparky stepped back into the sunlight, the town seemed different. The clamor of voices in the square had grown softer, replaced by hushed conversations and furtive glances. She paused, her ears swiveling as she picked up snippets of murmured words: “Bandits,” “trouble near the mines,” “more than last time.” Her tail flicked sharply behind her as she scanned the crowd, her sharp eyes narrowing. Brass Gulch had seen its share of bandits before, roving gangs armed with weapons designed to fire regression water to pacify their victims. But this felt different. Bigger. Sparky adjusted her hat and started walking again, her boots clicking steadily against the boardwalk. - = - = - The desert stretched out like an endless sea of sand and stone, the golden horizon rippling in the heat. Sparky adjusted the straps of her saddle and glanced at the small group of townsfolk gathered by the edge of Brass Gulch to see her off. The trouble near the mines had stirred up plenty of whispers, and while most residents were wary of the dangers out there, they trusted her to handle it. It was a sheriff’s duty to step into the fire when others hesitated. Her mount, a sleek, muscular desert rat named Annie, shuffled under her. Annie’s fur was short and bristly, a brilliant white streaked with a few pink patches on her belly. Her large paws were perfect for scrambling over rocky terrain, and her long, whip-like tail swished impatiently. Sparky patted her broad neck as she settled into the cushioned saddle, its padding thick enough to cradle her diapered bottom snugly. She gave a light tug on the reins, the motion accompanied by the faint crinkle of her own garment beneath her chaps. “All right, girl.” She murmured. “Let’s see what these bandits are up to.” Annie let out a low squeak and surged forward, her powerful legs propelling them across the desert in a smooth, loping gait. The ride was surprisingly comfortable, the saddle designed to distribute the jostling motion evenly. Sparky allowed herself a brief moment of appreciation for the clever engineering before her focus returned to the task ahead. The mines weren’t far, maybe an hour’s ride at Annie’s pace, but the terrain grew rougher the closer they got. Jagged outcroppings of rock jutted from the ground like the broken ribs of some ancient beast, and the air carried the faint metallic tang of exposed ore. As they crested a low hill, Sparky spotted the entrance to the mines below. A yawning black mouth rimmed with rusted scaffolding and abandoned equipment. The place looked deserted, but her instincts told her otherwise. She slowed Annie to a halt and slid down from the saddle, her boots crunching against the rocky ground. Sparky adjusted her hat and unsnapped the holster on her hip, her fingers brushing the polished brass handle of her revolver: The Tranquilizer. She crouched low, her ears swiveling as she scanned the area. The faint sound of shifting rocks reached her ears, and she froze, her eyes narrowing. “Come out nice and slow.” She called, her voice steady but firm. “No one needs to get hurt.” For a moment, there was silence. Then, the air erupted in a cacophony of shouts and movement. From behind the rocks and shadows emerged four figures: two raccoons, an armadillo, and a spiky desert lizard. They wore patched-up gear and dusty clothing, their diapers unmistakable under their loose trousers and skirts. One raccoon’s garment was decorated with frayed ribbons, while the armadillo’s sagged noticeably, as though it hadn’t been changed in a while. The lizard’s diaper was thicker than the rest, the bulky padding forcing his legs into a slight waddle as he moved. “Well, well,” Drawled one of the raccoons, twirling a small, makeshift pistol in his nimble fingers. “If it ain’t Sheriff Sparky herself, come ter pay us a visit.” Sparky straightened, her hand hovering near her revolver. “I don’t suppose you’d like to do this the easy way and come quietly?” The armadillo let out a low chuckle, his voice gravelly. “Sorry, Sheriff. We’re more pahr-tial to the fun way.” Without warning, the lizard raised a strange, tube-like contraption and fired. Sparky ducked, the liquid shot from the weapon missing her by inches and splattering harmlessly against a rock. She rolled to the side, drawing her revolver and firing a single shot. The brass projectile burst mid-air, releasing a mist of water that caught the armadillo in the chest. He staggered, blinking as his expression turned vacant, and he dropped his weapon with a clatter. “Anyone else?” Sparky asked, rising to her feet and training her revolver on the others. But the bandits weren’t about to make it easy. Both raccoons rushed her, zigzagging to avoid her aim, while the lizard fired another shot. This time, the water grazed Sparky’s arm, leaving a cold, tingling sensation in its wake. She gritted her teeth and fired again, catching one of the raccoons in the leg. He stumbled, his cocky grin fading as his movements grew sluggish. The other raccoon was quicker, darting around her and firing a tiny dart-like projectile. It struck her squarely in the back, the liquid payload spreading instantly. Sparky gasped as a wave of dizziness washed over her. She stumbled, her grip on The Tranquilizer faltering. “No…” She muttered, shaking her head in an effort to clear it. But her movements were already sluggish, her mind fogging over like a clouded mirror. The lizard and remaining raccoon closed in, their weapons firing in quick succession. Another shot struck Sparky in the shoulder, then one on her thigh, and finally a direct hit to her chest. The regression water soaked into her shirt, the potent formula taking hold almost immediately. Sparky’s knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground, her revolver slipping from her grasp. Her thoughts unraveled into a haze of warmth and simplicity. The sharp, commanding edge of her personality melted away, leaving only the soft, unguarded core. She tried to lift her head, but it lolled to the side, her eyes glazed and unfocused. The lizard crouched beside her, his spiked tail swishing as he examined her with a toothy grin. “Looks like the sheriff’s taking a little nap,” He sneered, poking at her cheek. “Good thing she’s properly padded, eh?” The raccoon with the ribbons crouched down as well, his own diaper crinkling loudly. “She’s gonna be drooling for a good while! We should haul her back to camp and figure out what to do with her.” The bandits exchanged gleeful laughs as they worked together to tie Sparky’s hands and hoist her onto the lizard’s broad back. Sparky’s body was limp, her mind a placid, vacant pool of simple thoughts. She could feel the gentle swaying as they carried her off, but it registered only faintly, like a distant memory she couldn’t quite grasp. Her captors didn’t notice the faint glint of brass just a few feet from where she’d fallen, the forgotten revolver lying in the dust, waiting for its moment to be reclaimed. As Sparky’s consciousness continued to fade, the last thing she saw was Annie, sprinting away back to town, the bottoms of her pink paws flashing in the sunlight as she made her panicked escape. - = - = - The dim light of the mines flickered and danced on the rough walls as the bandits made their way deeper into the labyrinth of tunnels, carrying their incapacitated prize. Sparky hung limply over the spiked desert lizard’s back, her ears drooping and her eyes half-lidded, a faint glaze still clouding her once sharp gaze. Her mind was swimming in an unfamiliar haze, an odd, comfortable fog that dulled her senses and left her helpless to resist the bandits' plans. The group of outlaws finally arrived at their camp, nestled in a large cavern illuminated by hanging lanterns and the faint, bioluminescent glow of moss creeping up the walls. Piles of stolen goods littered the area: crates of food, barrels of water, and shiny trinkets pilfered from the townsfolk of Brass Gulch. At the center of the cavern stood an oversized contraption, equal parts ridiculous and unsettling, a massive baby bouncer, its frame constructed from rusted steel beams with springs that looked sturdy enough to hold even the lizard. The bandits set Sparky down on a tattered blanket and began preparing her “seat.” The raccoon with the frayed ribbons fussed over the bouncer, testing the springs with a delighted giggle. “She’s gonna look real cute in this,” he snickered, motioning to the others. “Get her all snug while I finish setting it up.” The spiked lizard and the armadillo exchanged grins and crouched next to Sparky. She groaned softly as they worked to strip away her chaps, leaving her in her thick, already slightly damp diaper. The soft crinkle of the material filled the air as they moved her, fitting her arms into a set of plush, oversized cuffs behind her back. The restraints were snug but surprisingly gentle, covered in padded fabric that ensured no harm would come to their helpless captive. “Don’t want her squirming too much.” The armadillo chuckled as he tightened the cuffs. “Not that she looks like she can put up much of a fight right now.” Sparky’s legs were left free, though they dangled uselessly as the lizard hoisted her up and carefully placed her into the waiting bouncer. The seat was padded, designed with an exaggerated level of comfort that pressed warmly against her diapered bottom, squishing it slightly. As they secured her waist with a thick strap, she felt the faintest blush creep into her cheeks, though her thoughts were too muddled to fully grasp why. The springs creaked softly as the bandits tested the contraption, hoisting it up and anchoring it to the ceiling with sturdy chains. Sparky was left dangling several feet above the cavern floor, her legs swaying beneath her. The movement caused her diaper to crinkle and squish audibly, drawing a round of laughter from the gathered bandits. “Well, would ya look at that.” Said one of the raccoons, leaning back against a crate. “Sheriff Sparky, defender of the town, reduced to a big ol’ baby in our little playroom.” Sparky let out a soft whimper, her fogged mind registering the humiliating situation but unable to muster the clarity to respond. Her body felt impossibly relaxed, the regression water making her limbs feel like jelly and her thoughts drift aimlessly. Then, she felt it, a faint warmth spreading between her legs, followed by the telltale squish of her diaper absorbing the liquid. The normally grey witness indicator on the front of her padding slowly shifted its hue, turning into a distinct light blue that made it all the more apparent for the surrounding bandits as to what had just happened in her diaper. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she wet herself, the sensation impossible to ignore as it pooled warmly against her fur. She let out a soft, involuntary whimper, her ears flattening in embarrassment even as her lips curled into a faint, uncontrollable smile. The regression water’s effects continued to toy with her mind, dulling her sense of shame and leaving her teetering on the edge of giggles. The lizard noticed her reaction and chuckled, nudging one of the raccoons. “She’s already getting comfy. Look at that little squish.” The raccoon grinned and picked up his regression pistol, twirling it lazily in one hand. “Let’s make sure she’s enjoying herself. Sheriff deserves to have some fun, don’tcha think?” Sparky’s eyes widened slightly as the raccoon raised the pistol and fired, the familiar cold splash hitting her squarely in the chest. The regression water soaked into her shirt, and Sparky felt another wave of warm, fuzzy helplessness wash over her. Her mouth opened as a giggle bubbled up unbidden, soft and high-pitched, followed by another and another. Soon, she was laughing softly, her voice carrying an almost childlike glee. The bandits howled with laughter, the raccoon slapping his knee. “Would ya listen to her? She’s already lost it.” Another bandit, the armadillo, raised his own pistol and fired, the water striking Sparky’s shoulder. Her giggles turned into full-blown laughter, her head lolling back as she babbled incoherently. Words formed and dissolved before they could leave her mouth, leaving only a stream of nonsense sounds and squeals. Her diaper squished audibly as she wriggled in the bouncer, the springs creaking gently with each motion. Her legs kicked faintly, toes curling as the regression water worked its magic, reducing her once sharp and commanding mind to a puddle of joy and simplicity. She was dimly aware of the bandits jeering and laughing below her, but their voices seemed distant, like echoes in a dream. The lizard leaned against one of the support beams, his arms crossed as he watched the spectacle with a toothy grin. “Reduced to a squishy, giggly mess. Never thought I’d see the day!” The raccoon with the ribbons pulled out a small camera from one of the crates, its bulky, brass design and lightbulb exaggeratedly oversized. “This is too good not to capture.” He said, snapping a photo. The flash startled Sparky, as the bulb practically exploded and let out a small puff of smoke as it went off. This made her blink rapidly before breaking into another fit of giggles. “Think the townsfolk would pay a ransom for her?” Asked the other raccoon, leaning casually against a barrel. “Or maybe we should just keep her like this. She’s pretty quiet now.” “Quiet and cute!” The armadillo added with a chuckle. “Could be nice having a sheriff-turned-mascot.” As the bandits debated their next move, Sparky’s laughter began to fade into soft babbles, her head lolling forward as she swayed gently in the bouncer. The faint, rhythmic squish of her diaper was the only sound she made, her body too relaxed and her mind too far gone to resist. Treachery and Tumbleweeds - Chapter 1.pdf

Danny sat at her computer, chin on her hand, and watched the series of videos with growing boredom. "There is no way people think this is real," she said. "Yeah, it's obviously a bunch of actors" Alex replied. "I'm sure you could sign up if you wanted." Danny snorted. "As if. Seems more up your alley." "Nah I actually have a life. You know, like an adult. It's you who'd be sacrificing nothing." "#(@ off, sissy brat." The website was called "We all Saw It." It claimed to feature overly stuck up or elitest men and women being brought down a few pegs. In reality, it was mainly kink videos. The current video showed a woman on all fours in a dog cage, wearing a latex suit resembling a dog. A mountain of dog food was piled up in front of her as a timer ran out, and a leash that attached to a collar around his neck was pulling her toward it. "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!" She screamed. A dark, corrupted voice came into the video. "No one is coming. No one is around for miles. You better start eating if you want out." She cried and sobbed no, but the leash only got tighter. Finally, her head was pulled into it, and she started eating. Each bite made her gag, and she cried more, but she kept eating. "So what's the gimmick here?" Alex asked. "She's been giving mind-altering drugs, with the cure spread through the food. If she doesn't eat it all before the time is up, her mind will collapse, and she'll become a permanent pet, like the other videos." They flipped through a second section of the site, where videos showed former 'failed competitors' dressed up as dogs and cats, being streamed 24/7 in their new lives. "So how do they do the 24/7 thing after? That can't be just actors." Danny shrugged. "I don't know. AI?" She flipped through them. "This work at all? For an idea? I don't remember you writing stuff like this before." Alex rolled his eyes. "I've done some, but not my main thing. More importantly, is it what you want, since you are the one with a free commission who couldn't decide for almost a year what you wanted. Don't you like the diaper stuff more?" Danny bit her lip. "Yeah." "So then maybe go to those for inspiration?" Alex rolled his eyes again. Danny went to a different page, with pictures of men and women in diapers. She clicked on one titled "Last lunch", with a picture of a high chair. The video began roughly as they all did, with the voice saying "I want to play a game." It then opened to a blond woman, seemingly asleep, sitting in a high chair. She was naked except for a diaper and a bib, and her hair was in pigtails. Beside her, a stream of comments was running. "LOL I love the diapered ones. Wonder what she did." "Wakey baby girl!" As she woke up, she looked around, then began to scream. She pushed and pulled at the high chair, but nothing gave way. The videos always began with a list of the contestants "crimes"- normally less "crime" in the legal sense and more "too big for your (now padded) britches" or "cheated on your spouse." Danny skipped this, and came on when the woman had calmed down. Much like the pet video, a pile of food dropped in front of her from a conveyor belt. In this case, it was a large bowl of mush, and several baby bottles filled with milk. "There is no way out of out our binds without breaking your own limbs. The only way out is to play. Are you willing to play?" She sniffed and nodded. "The food and milk in front of you is filled with a heavy laxative. To escape, you must eat it all before our timer runs out. The results in your diaper will be filmed and broadcast for the world to see, and links will be sent directly to those you have mocked and lorded over. "If you fail to finish it in time, you will be injected with a toxin that will render you permanently incontinent, and sent to live full time as the live in adult baby for one of our sponsors. Your life will consist of you crawling around, sucking pacifiers, and filling your diapers again and again for our fans. So what will it be? One quick humiliation, or a lifetime of it?" "No no no..." she sobbed, but the timer started in front of her for an hour. She looked down at the food, and began eating. The comments cheered her on. "Yes yes, fill those pamps you brat!" "She totally deserves it. I hope she messes for us and ends up as a baby anyway." "I wish she'd be MY baby!" "I wish my face was her chair when she does it lol" "Does that do it for you?" Alex asked. Danny blushed. "Well I uhhh umm I mean it's a bit gross obviously but uhh..." Alex sighed. "It's ok. It's far from the worst I've written. And honestly, if it is, I'd rather you just say it rather then keep me waiting." "Well... I don't know." Alex put his head in his hands. "I know. Most of my audience are little subbies like you who can't make decisions. That is why you are subs. It's just a tough business when I need you to actually pick something." "What?" Danny thought about it. "HEY! That's not..." "So you weren't considering a story where you are forced to mess a diaper?" Danny blushed deeper. "Welll..."" Alex shook his head. "Whatever. Just decide and let me know. I have to go, but don't want to be left on the hook for a free commission forever. Bye!" "Bye," Danny replied, and watched him leave. She then turned back to her video. Danny skipped ahead. The diapered and pig tailed woman was still eating, and at the same time, she squirmed and whimpered in her seat. "No no please not on camera no no PLEASE NOOO!!!" she shouted. Her body convulsed, and her bottom lifted. "YES YES YES" the comments responded, almost all at once. The microphones were sensitive, and tied directly to her seat. As she squirmed, the crinkling of her diaper came through loud on the speaker, then... "BRRAPPPT!" the sound was loud and clear, and there was no question what she was doing. She gasped and sobbed again as the back of her diaper inflated and sagged. The chat went wild with celebration, and the likes on the video jumped. The won screen stayed raised above her seat, flexing her legs and leaning over her food to keep from settling in her mess. She cried, and stopped eating. "Do you like that feeling? Do you like your messy diaper? Do you like knowing it was broadcast, with sound, to thousands of our viewers and will be left online forever?" "No," she sobbed and shook her head. "Then you better hurry. You have half your time left. If you don't want this to become your daily ritual, you better be a good baby, sit back down on your high chair and in your dirty diaper and finish your food. Otherwise, your new adoptive "parents" are eagerly waiting, and offering us money to end it now. She sighed, cringed, and sat back into her diaper. She went back to eating. Danny skipped ahead. Her diaper had inflated several times over, and was soaked brown. Her food was barely more then half gone. She skipped to the end. She was crying, and the leftover food was being taken away. Her diaper was overflowing, and it dripped down her leg. So, evidently, she had failed. A mechanical arm with a needle came onto screen and injected her, and she passed out. The chat had labelled her "CEO Potty Pants," supposedly referencing her past life of "crimes," and celebrated her failure. Danny switched to the next section. There was an entire page now titled "CEO Potty Pants." An image of her face crying and sucking a pacifier made up most of the page photo. It appeared she was bent over someone's lap, and her diaper rose behind her, with an arm holding a paddle over it. In her new life, she was getting paddled in a diaper over someone's lap. There were multiple videos. Highlights of her worse punishments and compilations of her messing, along with more narrative ones of her waking up to her new life and slowly being "trained" to accept it. Above it all, there was a larger video with a still running live stream. She was in a giant room, presumably, (and as was normal for these videos) in a mansion. In the livestream, she was sitting in a playpen pushing plastic shapes into a box. She was wearing full footed baby pajamas, was clearly thickly diapered, and sucked a pacifier. As Danny watched, she rose up, messed herself, and settled back down to her toys. No one was around her, and nothing forced her to be there. From the looks of it, if it was real, she had been completely trained into submission. Danny shook her head. She clicked at different points, going back days. If the videos were real, she was now permanently diapered and in baby clothing, being treated as she was dressed by a couple in a gigantic mansion. From the description, her new "parents" were "CEO Potty Pant's" former business competitors. Danny made a face of disgust. She went to comment. "So, we all know this is AI or something right? There is no way this is real." Immediately comments replied saying she didn't know what she was talking about, and she responded to some, saying they were falling for a lie. She flipped through the other videos. "No one is dumb enough to think this actually happened right? It's all actors and CGI.' More arguments. Danny doubled down, and kept commenting. "If you think that, you really must be dumb, or a liar." "No way. This would be totally illegal." "If you really think this is real, prove it." She paused. A note appeared at the top of her page, and she clicked on it. For all her comments, she got one thumb up. To her surprise, it was labelled "We All Saw It"- the maker of the videos. "I wonder what that could mean," she said, and closed the page. ... Her stomach was aching. Did she eat something? Perhaps her chair was tucked too far into her computer desk. With a start Danny realized she wasn't at her computer desk. More then that, her eyes were closed. She opened them, and saw that everything around her was dark. So, she must have been sleeping in bed. Except, she didn't feel like she was in bed. Actually, she didn't remember going to bed at all. She decided to roll over and turn on the light. "What?" She said. Something stopped her wrists from moving. "AND IT SEEMS OUR NEW CANDIDATE IS AWAKE! Hello Danny, we want to play a game." A loud voice said. "Before we begin, a word from our sponsors. Tired of misbehaved subs? Try "Decisionless Leashes and Chains" for full body control. They can't do anything wrong if they can't do anything at all. Now to begin." The lights came on, and Danny began screaming. She knew where she was. She had seen it a thousand times. It was supposed to be fake, a dark joke, a weird fantasy for people like her, filled with actors and actresses, but here it was. It was the same room from all her porn videos. There was no mistaking it. She was in the "We All Saw It" dungeon. Worse, she was the prisoner. "No no no non this can't be happening," She whined. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, but found they were locked in place, holding her bent over something. "Oh but it is Danny. It is. And if you don't play along, we'll be finding you a new permanent home." "NO PLEASE NO OOO!" she shouted. "This is insane I'm not really here! This is a dream!" She shouted, slamming her fists against the wood in front of her. WHACK! Something hit her backside with stunning force, and she screamed in pain. "Did you feel that?" "Yes!" she shouted. "So you know it's not a dream." "Yes but its fake! This was all fake! They were actors and actresses and it was just..." WHACK! "OW!" she sobbed. "Please no you can't do this to me." "Oh? You seemed fine when we did it to all those others" the voice replied. "Yes but they were..." she tried to think of a word. They had all committed crimes, had cheated on their partners, had lied and run businesses into the ground. "People who failed. I had a good job, I had friends, was dating, I don't belong here!" WHACK! Another smack, and another yelp. "And that is the exact arrogance that got you here. Ladies and gentlemen on the internet, please welcome our contestant Danny! This one is CERTAIN she is just FAR smarter than everyone else, so much so that she could see right through our videos! Now she has a chance to prove how smart she is in... OUR NEW CLASSROOM!" More lights came on. "Wha?" She asked. In the pause that followed, she tried for the first time to get stock of her surroundings. She was tied to what looked like a wooden desk. She was bent over, with her hands secured in front of her, and her ankles tied spread on the ground. There was a screen beside her, and she saw herself in it from multiple angles. "Noo..." she moaned. "Not like that..." The theme of the set-up was obvious. She was wearing a skimpy schoolgirl style uniform, the kind that existed more in costume stores then actual schools. There was a short plaid skirt over knee-high socks, black leather shoes, and a white button up with a tie. Her hair was in pigtails and tied with bows. Thanks to cameras behind and above her, she could see that her skirt was pinned up to expose frilled white kitten panties, narrow enough that most of her bright red ass was visible to the camera. Around her neck was a tight, pink collar- one the comment sections always rumored could control the victims, or, alternatively, had speakers to give instructions to the hired performers. They were exactly the sort of thing this site put the actresses- now she knew them to be victims- into, and she shuddered at the thought of countless online perverted strangers gawking at her backside and humiliating outfit. She was bent over a large teacher's desk with a wooden ruler raised up, which she assumed was the object that had been spanking her. From a camera above she could see that the desk was covered with "tests" marked with giant red "Fs." Each one described one of her "failures"- unsuccessful work programs, missed deadlines, and of course, incorrectly guessing that this was all fake. More desks with "Fs" on them lined up behind her In front of her was a chalkboard. Written on it were math problems, numbered one to fifty. She looked them up and down. All of them seemed simple. It began with multiplication with low numbers, 23x12, 207/3. From there they got simpler, with most of the rest being basic addition and subtraction. The last ones written were just 2+2 and 1+1.. Beside it, the comments were already pouring in. "Ohh I can't wait for this one! Such an arrogant brat, she earned it!" "I hope that behind is BRIGHT FUCKING RED by the end." "How dumb do you have to be there? Its literally basic math." "Think she'll end up in diapers like the others She looks like she belongs in them." "I think I know this girl. She is pretty dang dumb. Also, she stinks." So, the "game" was that she was a failed student being punished by a professor. Presumably, everything she did wrong would get her a spank. But then why were the questions so easy? "Yes, exactly like this Danny. As you are so convinced of your own intelligence, you will have a chance to prove it.

Annie had been eagerly awaiting this day for nearly a month. The family that she was renting a room from while she is attending college were all going out of town for the day to go shopping, leaving her alone all morning, afternoon, and well into the evening. They had, of course, offered to take her as well, but she had politely declined. She'd been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Annie had discovered years ago that she had a fetish for both bondage and diapers. Since that discovery, perverted, sexual desires seemed to constantly fill her mind involving both. Every time she became aroused she imagined herself in numerous scenarios, all of which involved her tied up and diapered. Her fetish for diapers didn't just stop there though. Annie was an adult baby. She didn't just want to wear and use diapers. She wanted to wear childish clothes, suck on a pacifier, sleep in a crib, and numerous other babyish activities. Annie wanted all of this to be forced upon her. She wanted a cruel master or mistress to tie her up and force her to use her diaper. She wanted to be restrained in a crib, hopelessly horny and unable to touch herself. To be sent out in public wearing children's clothes and a big babyish diaper, not allowed to return until her diaper is well used. Fantasies like these regularly permeated her mind, to the point where she knew she needed to do something about it. Unfortunately for Annie it was nearly impossible to do so while living in the dorms. Having three room mates and very little personal space prevented her from being able to keep any of the paraphernalia she would need to satisfy her sexual desires. For the first couple of years of college her fantasies were forced to stay as just that. In her junior year Annie had decided to not live in the dorms. Instead, she was paying a family to stay in a spare room they had. She loved the extra freedom and privacy she had, and not just for sexual reasons. The family was also very nice and the commute to campus was short. It was honestly one of the best decisions she could have made. Since moving in, this was the first time that Annie would have the house all to herself for an extended period of time and she planned on utilizing it as best as she could. With the increased privacy she now had Annie begun to amass a collection of items to help live out her sexual fantasies. Her first purchase had been a pair of leather cuffs and a sample pack of adult baby diapers. After the family had all gone to bed that night she played with her new toys and had the time of her life. That was when she knew she couldn't just stop there. Since then she had purchased a pacifier, a ball gag, a vibrator, a mix of adult baby and actual children's clothes, pull-ups for children, a few butt plugs, and several other items. She had a big padlocked chest that she kept all of these items in. The family never went into her room without permission, but it gave her peace of mind knowing that it was safely secured away. The chest was getting close to full after her most recent purchase though. Annie had recently placed her largest order by far in anticipation of today. The family she was staying with consisted of a mother, father, and two daughters. The youngest of which was only two years old, meaning that they had plenty of furniture for her. While home alone in the past Annie had gotten a bit adventurous. One time she had gone into the toddler's nursery and climbed into the crib. Her small frame was able to fit if she bent her legs back. Another time she went down to the kitchen and climbed into the highchair. The highchair was bigger than average and Annie was definitely smaller than the majority of woman, so she wasn't really surprised when she was able to sit in it, strap herself in, and secure the tray. The knowledge that she could fit in the highchair, albeit fairly snugly, was a game changer for Annie. Whenever she could, she would get dressed up in a diaper or pull-up, put on some childish clothing, and go strap herself into the highchair. There, she would release her bladder and then rub herself to orgasm through her hot, wet, diaper. These were always some of the most intense orgasms for her. Unfortunately for Annie, opportunities to do this were few and far between, which is what made today so special. Before now the family had only ever been gone for about three hours at most. Today they would be gone for at least ten. When Annie had heard the news of this trip she immediately got to work planning what was bound to be the best sexual indulgence session of her life. Once her plan was complete she went online and purchased everything she would need. Utilizing timer locks, Annie planned to lock herself in the highchair for two whole hours. She was going to drink as much water as she could beforehand to ensure that she would be forced to soak her diaper. This wasn't her entire setup though, not even close. Annie wanted this day to be amazing as possible and all of her purchases from the last couple of weeks reflected that. When Annie was sure that the family was gone for good, she sprang her plan into action. She started by completely undressing until she was left nude. From her chest she pulled out everything she was going to need and setting them out. The outfit she decided on for today was a white T-shirt with the Pampers logo on the chest, pink and white striped thigh-high socks, pink bows that split her hair into twin-tales, and an adult sized bib with the words "Messy Baby" embroidered on it. Her diaper was pink and covered in princesses and ponies, one of the thickest, highest capacity, and most infantile she could find. Of course, that wasn't all though. Annie started by pulling out a bottle of lube. She began rubbing down the butt plug that she had selected. It was a longer one that got thicker as it reached the base and it even doubled as a vibrator. Once sufficiently lubed, Annie worked it into her rectum, moaning as it slowly expanded her hole until it was all the way in. She had originally planned on messing herself today as well, but thought that it would be best not to risk stinking up the house. Next, Annie laid down on the ground on top of the opened diaper. She thoroughly powdered herself up with her bottle of baby powder before also inserting her vibrator. The vibrator was unimpeded due to how aroused she had been leading up to this. With both items inserted, Annie taped her diaper up. The diaper was nice and snug on her, ensuring the vibrator would stay in place. She would turn it and the butt plug on right before she locked herself in the highchair. Now that she was penetrated and diapered she could move on to other parts of her outfit. Annie sat up and grabbed her pair of nipple clamps. The little bells attached to them jingled as she picked them up and un-clamped them. She involuntarily gasped when she allowed them to painfully clamp back down on her perky nipples. The feeling was quite uncomfortable but at the same time incredibly arousing. The bells that jingled with every little movement added a nice bit of humiliation to the mix. The next item to go on was her pink, leather collar. The collar was entirely pink leather on the outside, but the inside was lined with soft fake fur that made it comfortable to wear. On the front was a D-ring meant for a leash. Annie had a leash to go with it but didn't plan on incorporating it today. In its place was a small metal tag that read "Baby Annie" on it. It was custom made and came with the collar. Another perk of the collar was that the belt style system it had for securing itself could be locked using a small padlock, which Annie did. For now that would be all of the bondage gear. Annie proceeded to don her shirt, thigh-highs, and bib. She took a minute to admire herself in the mirror as she stood up, admiring how cute she looked. Her outfit was still incomplete though. Wanting to hurry up and get in the highchair she diverted her focus from her reflection, grabbed everything else she needed, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Just walking around with the vibrator inside her giving her an incredible amount of stimulation. She had to occasionally pause just to avoid cumming. Annie set everything down on the kitchen counter once she arrived. Her first course of action was to plug her laptop in and wake it up. She planned on having a constant stream of baby cartoons playing on it. She'd be forced to listen and watch along while she was bound, which excited her. Everything was already setup so all she needed to do was hit play when she was ready. Next, Annie went over to the cupboard, grabbed a large cup, and went over to the sink. She then began repeatedly filling it up and quickly chugging it down. She did this four times before her stomach felt like it was about to burst. She figured that much water would be more than enough both keep her hydrated and ensure her diaper would be very wet. The knowledge that it would eventually wind up in her diaper sent jolts of excitement through her body. She was nearly ready now. Now that her mouth was no longer necessary she popped the over-sized teat of her pacifier gag into it. She brought the straps of the gag back behind her head and secured them tight enough to prevent it from being removed. Once it was in place she slid a tiny padlock through the belt hook and clicked it shut, ensuring it would not be removed. The pacifier itself was quite large, clearly having been made for adults. The teat was massive and took up a majority of the space in her mouth. It forced her tongue down in her mouth and made sure that anything she would try to say would be nearly unintelligible. The shield and straps of the pacifier were pink, matching the rest of her outfit. It was now finally time to take her place on her throne. Annie hit play on her laptop before walking over to the awaiting highchair. The tray had already been removed and was sitting on the table next to her. On top of it she placed the ring of keys for all of the locks she was using and her cell phone. To be safe, she had previously ensured that she would be able to operate it with her nose. She also verified that she would be able to bend down far enough to reach it while sitting in the highchair. As Annie sat down she felt the increased pressure on the butt plug and vibrator. Due to her short stature and the above average height of the highchair, Annie's legs couldn't connect with the ground, meaning there was even more weight pressing against the items. This also had another delightful side effect of making it harder to relieve that pressure, even more so with the highchair straps secured. The loud cartoons blared in the background in front of her as she grabbed the first cuff and secured it around her left ankle. A short chain was secured to the D-ring on the cuff, which she twisted around the leg of the highchair a couple of times before securing it with one of the small padlocks. She then performed the same procedure on her right leg. Once complete she could hardly move her legs. Now that her legs were secured, it was time to switch on the vibrators. Annie leaned forward and plunged her right hand into the back of her diaper. She felt around until she found the switch for her butt plug. She flicked it over to high and immediately felt her rectum come to life with vibrations. Annie moaned into her pacifier as she removed her hand and worked it through the front of her diaper. She wanted to go through one of the leg holes, but was unable to due to how forced together her legs were by the seat of the highchair and the bulk of her diaper. A wave of light pleasure began to course through her body when she managed to turn the vibrator onto it's lowest setting, where it would remain for the rest of her experience. It was finally time for the final restraints. Fighting the urge to rub herself through her diaper, Annie quickly secured the highchairs straps tightly over her legs and diaper, forcing her against the chair with little room for adjustment and pressing her diaper and vibrator tightly against her. She then picked the tray off of the table and slid it onto the chair. When it finally clicked into place she could no longer see her diaper or legs. Just two more locks and she would be stuck like this for hours. Annie grabbed the final two cuffs and secured them onto both of her wrists. She then proceeded to wrap the chain attached to her left cuff around the chair and lock it together, making her left arm useless. Now was the hardest part. She had to give the right chain more slack to be able to lock it with just the one hand. After a bit of struggling she was eventually able to get it into place. All she had to do now was click the timer lock shut and enjoy herself. She had already preset it for twos hours. It would immediately begin counting down as soon as it was locked and only open once it hit zero. Taking a deep breath, Annie clicked the lock shut. Excitement coursed through Annie's mind. She was now completely stuck like this for the next two hours. Locked in a child's highchair in a diaper, unable to escape the light, teasing pleasure of her vibrator. She had purposely put it on low to make it as hard as possible to orgasm. She wanted to be teased with enough pleasure to keep her thoroughly aroused, but not enough to bring her to orgasm. She yearned to suffer, constantly aroused and yet unable to do anything about it. Her hands were locked to the highchair and the tightened straps over her legs and diaper kept her firmly planted in her seat, making it nearly impossible to hump her diaper. The intense vibrations from the butt plug didn't provide really anything in the way of pleasure, it was just there to tease her further and remind her of her status. Annie tugged on her restraints, confirming to herself that she was not going anywhere. The vibrator in her diaper was impossible to ignore. It's unending vibrations caused Annie to moan into her large pacifier. Her body desperately yearned for more pleasure, but it would not come. This was all she was going to get and she had better get used to it. Annie's mind soon shifted to the numerous fantasies she had come up with for herself over the years. She wished that she had a master or mistress here that would enforce her diaper bondage. She wished that they would subject her to this treatment as punishment for bad behavior. She imagined herself over their lap, being spanked intensely while they explained what was going to happen to her. They'd tie her up in her highchair and mercilessly edge her for hours. She'd be brought to the brink of orgasm before they suddenly stopped, leaving her frustrated and desperate. Her mind shifted again. She now imagined the family coming home and finding her like this. Seeing her locked in their daughter's highchair wearing a soaked diaper and sucking on a pacifier. Upon closer investigation they would hear the vibrators and put the pieces together. The parents would be furious and berate her before deciding that if this is how she wanted to be treated then they would oblige. From then on, she would be forced to wear diapers at all times. She'd be fed all her meals in the highchair in front of the rest of the family and sleep in a crib. They'd have to hire a babysitter that was years younger than Annie to keep an eye on her while they were out. Despite the boost in arousal Annie was getting from these fantasies, there just wasn't enough physical stimulation for her to orgasm. Whining into the pacifier, she began moving her hips in an attempt to stimulate herself. Unfortunately the straps did their job too well and prevented her from rubbing the vibrator on her clit. The only thing she was accomplishing was making the bells on her nipple clamps jingle. After several more minutes of failed orgasm attempts Annie had begun to get tired. She let out a frustrated moan into her pacifier before deciding that it would be better to give up for now. Annie instead tried to focus her attention on her laptop, where several colorful animals were singing a song about counting. The vibrations from both her plug and vibrator were nearly impossible to ignore though. The intense vibrations coming from the plug were too strong for her not to notice, while the vibrator was just stimulating enough to pleasure her. After several agonizing minutes had passed Annie began feeling a pressure in her bladder. All the water she had drunk was beginning to work through her body. That left her with a decision to make. Should she hold it as long as possible and force herself to have an accident? Or should she release it instantly like a baby who isn't potty trained? Annie opted to forgo her potty training and instantly begin flooding her diaper. Her reasoning was that only big girls are potty trained and wearing a diaper, sucking on a pacifier, and sitting in a highchair wasn't a big girl. She was going to use her diaper like the little girl she was. Besides, sitting in a warm, wet diaper would make this situation even better. Annie moaned as she released her bladder and felt her pee begin to rush out. Her stream hit her vibrator and fell down it, absorbing into the bottom of her diaper. The padding around her butt grew warm as it absorbed all of the liquid. Annie could barely notice it though, as the vibrations from her butt plug were too distracting. Several seconds later she finished and could feel the difference in her diaper's padding. Over the next half an hour Annie alternated between trying to focus on the cartoons, attempting to pleasure herself, and releasing more spurts of piss into her diaper. She had no way of knowing how long she'd been stuck there. The timer lock securing her right wrist to the highchair was set to not display the remaining time. That, of course, was intentional on her part. Knowing how long was left would take the fun out of it. Several minutes later Annie was attempting to pleasure herself again. This time though, she managed to twitch just right and an intense wave of pleasure was sent through her body. Annie bit down on her pacifier and shuddered as this happened. She instantly got to work on trying to recreate what she just did. The straps from the highchair did a good job of keeping her stationary, meaning she needed to work hard. Twitching her hips around enough she eventually managed to find an angle that allowed her to grind the vibrator on her clit. It took nearly no time at all for Annie to reach her first orgasm. She screamed and bit down on her pacifier as the waves of intense pleasure surged throughout her body. For several minutes all Annie could do was let out heavy breathes, flood her diaper even further, and enjoy the stimulation as she recovered. Once she finally recovered enough she started working to attain a second orgasm. The second time was a bit harder than the first. Annie felt a bit silly as she tried twitching her hips enough to get some pleasure. Her previous orgasm had been easy, but this one would need to be worked for. Fantasies raced through her mind as she repeatedly ground herself on the vibrator. She imagined being forced to do this as punishment. She fantasized about being caught masturbating in her diaper and as punishment she'd be locked up in this highchair until she could orgasm so many times. After a couple of minutes Annie succeeded in getting her second orgasm of the day. This one took even more time to recover from. During that time she did little other than sucking on her pacifier and releasing even more urine into her soggy diaper. She stared at the screen in front of her playing toddler cartoons, but didn't put any effort into registering what was actually happening. Minutes later and Annie had recovered enough to begin thinking clearly. She decided that she was done trying to orgasm for the rest of her time in the highchair. Those two had taken a lot of energy out of her and she was beginning to get thirsty. With no access to water for who knows how long, she decided it was better to be safe. While waiting out the rest of the timer lock, Annie got to thinking. After she was let out of the highchair she would still have plenty of time before the family came back home. Why waste this rare occasion and stop so early? She wasn't intending on being able to orgasm as well. She was supposed to be denied orgasms and teased instead. Maybe she needed a little bit of punishment as well? Annie got to brainstorming on what else she could do today. The two orgasms had taken a lot of energy out of her, so she'd probably need a nap at some point. That thought gave Annie another great idea. She could use her same restraints to lock herself in the crib. She could be diapered up and put down for a forced nap. How long would be appropriate though? After some contemplation Annie decided on another two hours. What about her punishment though? A forced nap-time could be a punishment, but it was a bit boring. Annie initially considered a spanking. She fantasized about them all the time and having a sore bottom while confined in a crib would make it feel more like a punishment. Unfortunately she would have to administer it herself though, which would take the fun out of it. She wouldn't be able to spank herself as hard or as much as she deserved. Annie resolved to look into how much a spanking machine would run her later today. After brainstorming a bit harder Annie decided on washing her mouth out with a bar of soap. She'd fantasized about it before too, but never acted on it. She'd read about it in smut-fics several times and watched ABDL porn videos of it, but never really considered doing it herself. Today would be the day though. Her naughty mouth would be thoroughly cleaned out. She even planned on putting herself in timeout afterwards, forced to hold the bar of soap in her mouth the entire time. Thinking about her future plans began getting Annie excited again. She was tempted to start working towards a third orgasm, but was able to stop herself. She had already came twice without permission. If she did so a third time she would need to make her punishment worse and as it stood, a mouth soaping followed by a timeout was already going to be bad. Even if she'd never experienced a mouth soaping, she'd never heard it described as pleasant. Annie spurted more pee into her diaper as she tried to take her mind off of the rest of her plans. If she lingered on them any longer she would have a hard time resisting the urge to cum again. She was glad that she had decided to turn on the cartoons before getting in the chair. They were probably the only thing that she could attempt to distract herself with. The vibrating butt plug and perverted thoughts continued making that difficult though. An unknown amount of time later, Annie heard the timer lock begin to beep, signaling that her two hours of highchair confinement was over. The lock automatically clicked open, allowing her to wiggle the chain it was securing loose. Once her right hand was free she was able to grab the keys on the tray in front of her and unlock her other arm. With both arms free she was able to remove the highchair tray and set it aside. Now that the tray was out of the way Annie could finally look at the state of her diaper. Unsurprisingly, it was soaked. The saturated padding bulged around the highchair's tight restraints. Nearly all of the water she had drank before confining herself had worked its way through her and into the diaper. This was a very high capacity diaper though, and Annie wasn't exactly a big girl. It could still hold plenty more urine from her. Once she was finished poking and prodding her diaper, Annie unsecured the highchair's restraints, allowing herself to bend over and also free her ankles. Now that she was free from her restraints she was able to stand up and stretch her limbs. First, though, she needed to turn off the vibrators. Annie snaked her hand into her diaper, feeling the back of it rub against the warm, wet, pee soaked padding as she held the power button on her vibrator. She then removed her hand, only to immediately send it back down the back of her diaper to shut off her vibrating butt plug. While powering it down she noticed that the back of her diaper was still mostly dry. Unexpectedly, Annie's stomach gurgled as she stretched out her arms. It was usually around this time of day that she would eat lunch, so it wasn't too surprising to her that she was hungry. That's when Annie had another naughty idea. The family had plenty of jars of baby food in their cupboards. She'd never been brave enough to try any of it before, worried that the family would notice it missing. At the moment Annie was too excited to care though, once the idea popped into her head she knew she had to do it. Annie waddled over to the cupboard and began looking through her options. There were several dozens of jars available to her, plenty enough to convince her that no one would notice a few of them missing. Annie decided that she wouldn't be allowed to choose what flavors she got and pulled out three random jars. Looking at the labels, she saw that she had grabbed carrots, turkey, and peas. Part of her was wishing she had gotten some fruit flavors, as they were bound to taste better than the vegetable and meat flavors. Another part of her was excited to get gross flavors. It was like an additional punishment. Annie then went to the silverware drawer and grabbed a small, green plastic spoon. The same ones that the actual baby was fed with. Annie placed her lunch on the highchair tray, before waddling back over to her room to retrieve a couple of her adult sized baby bottles. She had contemplated using an actual baby bottle, but figured that the adult sized ones would be more appropriate. More liquid meant more pee in her diaper. Before heading back to the kitchen Annie took a moment to remove her nipple clamps and vibrator. She wasn't going to be needing it for the rest of the day. Her butt plug was to stay in though, to help ensure that there would be no messy diapers. If the urge to mess were to hit her while she was unplugged she didn't know if she could resist it. When she returned to the kitchen she filled one of her bottles up with water and the other with apple juice. When both were full she placed them on the highchair tray and took a seat. Annie opted not to lock her ankles back to the highchair, as it seemed too tedious. She did, however, secure herself in using the highchair's built-in straps. She relished the feeling of pleasure as the crotch strap forced her wet diaper against her privates. Now secured to the highchair once again, Annie picked up the tray and placed it back on the chair. She fumbled with the keys behind her head for a moment while she tried to find the correct one for the lock keeping her pacifier gag in place. After a minute she was finally able to remove the pacifier that she had been forced to suck on for hours. She sat the gag down on the highchair tray and began unscrewing the baby food lids. Annie began to regret her decision when the smell of her lunch hit her. The mush in the jars smelled just as unappetizing as it looked. For a moment she contemplated drinking the bottles and just putting the baby food back in the cupboard. At the same time though, the food being unappealing made it even more exciting. Babies didn't get to decide what they are fed, and right now Annie was nothing more than a naughty little baby. Annie picked up the little green spoon and plunged it into the jar of pea flavored mush. The spoon was meant for feeding an actual baby, so it didn't scoop up much. She really wished that someone was here to force-feed her right now. Someone who would strap her into the highchair and lock away all of her limbs. Someone who wouldn't give her a choice about eating jar after jar of baby food. If she didn't cooperate they'd hold her nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth, at which point they would shove the spoon inside and keep it there until she swallowed. Annie's privates began to tingle as she held the spoonful of baby food up to her mouth. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth and moving the spoon inside. When Annie closed her mouth she could instantly taste the peas. The mush slid off of the spoon as she pulled it out of her mouth. The texture was just as bad as she was expecting, and the taste was awful as well! Begrudgingly, Annie swallowed and began scooping up some more. The aftertaste lingered in Annie's mouth after swallowing. It was just as bad as when it was actually in her mouth. She desperately wanted to grab one of the bottles and wash away the taste, but she had resolved to finish all of the baby food first as an extra punishment to herself. Naughty babies have to suffer through their yucky lunch. Annie lifted the second spoonful up to her mouth. After a moment of hesitation she moved it inside and swallowed it as quickly as she could. She repeated this process a few more times until the first jar was empty. Her goal was to eat fast enough to be able to ignore how bad the taste and texture were. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't working too well. Next up for Annie was the jar of carrots. She unscrewed the lid and plunged the spoon in, scooping out a big glob of the orange mush. Annie brought the spoon up and placed it into her mouth. The gross taste of carrots clashed with the pea flavored mush that was still on the spoon, making it taste even worse. Annie continued shoveling the gross baby food into her mouth and forcing herself to swallow it. When she finally finished the jar of carrots she sat it aside and opened the turkey flavored. It was the last one she had to eat, but it was the one she was dreading the most. Reluctantly, she put her spoon in the jar and scooped up a spoonful of the brown paste. Disgust and regret filled Annie as she closed her mouth around the spoon. The previous two flavors were nothing compared to the turkey. Her first instinct was to spit it out, but she managed to refrain from doing so. Her punishment was to eat all the baby food, and that's what she was going to have to do. She was having trouble forcing herself to swallow it though. Annie had to imagine herself being forced to eat it by someone else. Closing her eyes, she imagined some faceless woman around her age that had been hired to babysit her. She pictured herself in the highchair as she was now, with her babysitter holding the spoon in her mouth. The babysitter refused to remove the spoon until Annie swallowed the mush. Eventually, Annie was able to swallow her first spoonful of turkey flavored mush. She nearly gagged as she felt it slide down her throat. It took her a minute before she was able to scoop up another spoonful. Her eyes began to water as she slowly brought the spoon up to her mouth. After putting it in her mouth she had to once again force herself to swallow it. Tears were beginning to fall down her face when she got to the third spoonful. At this point Annie was getting desperate to get the taste out of her mouth. The only way to do that was too finish all of the baby food though. With this in mind she forced herself to pick up the pace and quickly shoved the spoon into her mouth. This time she was able to swallow faster than before. After finishing the last spoonful of turkey flavored baby food she picked up the baby bottle full of apple juice and began drinking as fast as she could. Annie did everything she could to wash away the taste out of her mouth. She finished her bottle of juice way faster than she expected and began working on the second bottle full of water. The second bottle was thankfully enough to clear her mouth of the taste. Now that she had finished her lunch, Annie released the highchair tray and restraints. Free once again, she placed the spoon and baby bottles in the sink, deciding to wash them after her nap. She would dispose of the baby food jars discretely later, along with her diaper. Annie hurriedly began removing her restraints from the highchair and brought them to the nursery for later. She just sat them down on the crib before heading back to her room to strip out of her clothes. She didn't want to risk getting them dirty during her timeout. She hastily removed her socks, shirt, and bib, ungraciously throwing them on ground and leaving her wearing only her wet diaper and collar. Now dressed properly, she grabbed her phone and waddled to the bathroom to begin her punishment. She setup a timer on her phone for five minutes, two and a half for each orgasm. With that ready, she looked over at the fresh bar of soap in the dish next to the sink. Hesitantly, she picked it up and inspected it. The bar had probably only been used once or twice, so it was pretty decently sized. Annie's became more nervous as she turned on the tap and held the soap bar under it. After several seconds, she figured that it was lathered up enough. With a big gulp, she turned the faucet off and raised the wet bar up to her mouth. With lots of trepidation, she opened her mouth wide and slid the bar of soap inside. A bitter, acrid taste filled her mouth as her tongue made contact with it. Steeling her resolve, Annie began rubbing the bar of soap against her tongue and cheeks, cringing while doing so. Gross suds began to fill her mouth and chunks of soap peeled off as the bar scraped against her teeth. The taste made it hard for Annie to continue carrying out her self-punishment. After about half a minute of washing her mouth out, she was convinced that her whole mouth had been thoroughly coated. Now that her mouth was clean, Annie decided it was time for part two of her punishment. Annie held the bar of soap still in her mouth and slowly began biting into it. She cringed once again and her body shook as her teeth penetrated the soft outer layer of the soap. Once it was firmly held in place, she started the timer on her phone and waddled to the corner of the bathroom. There, she planted her nose in the corner and interlocked her hands behind her head, assuming the position that she resolved to stay in until the alarm on her phone sounded. It didn't take long for Annie to begin regretting her choice of punishment. Punishments weren't supposed to be enjoyable, but the taste of the soap in her mouth was incredibly unpleasant. The gross film that coated her tongue and cheeks made the taste inescapable. Before long, her sudsy saliva began to leak out of her mouth and drool down her chin and chest, adding another uncomfortable element to the experience. With her face stuck in the corner, there was little else she could focus on but the soap or the plug in her ass. Annie continually let small spurts of pee escape into her already wet diaper as she waited out the timer. She tried her hardest to ignore the taste and feel of the soap the best way she knew how, by imagining herself in erotic fantasies. She pictured herself getting her mouth forcibly washed out by the father of the family she was staying with because she swore in front of his daughters. After washing her mouth out, she'd be forced to bite down on it and hold it while he spanked her over his knees. Finally, she'd be sent to timeout in the corner, her red bottom on display and the bar of soap still stuck in her mouth. Annie's privates began tingling as her drool continued running down her face. She wished she could see herself right now, hoping that she looked as embarrassing as she felt. Imagining herself in humiliating situations was helping make the time go by faster, but it was impossible to tell by how much. Not knowing how much longer she had to stay in the corner made it more arousing for her. She wish that instead of a timer, she had someone watching over her to decide when she'd learned her lesson and could leave the corner. Finally, after her chin and chest had been covered in soapy drool, Annie's phone started alarming, signaling that timeout was now over. Annie turned around and quickly ran to the sink. She spit out the the bar of soap and let it fall into the sink. No matter how much of her drool she spit out, the taste of soap would not go away. Rinsing her mouth out with water was hardly helping either. The disgusting film remained coated on her teeth and cheeks and wasn't going away. After finally making progress on rinsing her mouth out, Annie took a moment to examine the bar of soap. Large teeth imprints were clearly visible in it, showing undeniable evidence of where it had been previously. Annie mentally noted that she would need to replace it later as she began cleaning the dried and still wet drool off her chest. Once clean, Annie left the bathroom and headed back to her bedroom. She would deal with the soap later when she was cleaning up. In her room, she opened her chest and pulled out her full body onesie. The patterns on it were the same as the ones on her diaper. Pink ponies and princesses covered the soft white material all over, making it look like it was designed for a very young girl if it wasn't sized for an adult. The only other thing setting it apart from real children's wear was the zipper in the back, which was specially designed to allow a small padlock to slip through and keep it from being unzipped. Annie stepped into her pajamas and felt her feet make contact with the thicker material of the booties that were attached to it. She then slipped her arms through the sleeves and located the zipper on the back. It was a bit of a struggled to locate the zipper in the back, but once she found it she was able to zip herself up, covering her sagging diaper. Finally, she slipped the tiny padlock through the zipper and the rings attached to the back, with a satisfying 'click', she was now trapped in her pajamas. On her way to the nursery she made sure to close the door to her room, just in case. It's not like that would do much good though, with all of the other evidence of her activities she had left laying around the home. It gave her peace of mind though, which was good enough for now. As she entered the nursery, she retrieved her pacifier gag and placed it back into her mouth. Soon, a padlock just like the one securing her pajamas was attached to it, and Annie had no choice but to nurse on the rubber object. Now that she was dressed, it was time get in the crib for nap time. Shivers of anticipation ran through Annie as she lowered the side of the crib and climbed in. Inside, she sat up on her knees and raised the side back up. Once done with that, she rearranged herself so that was laying on her back with her legs bent up and spread apart. Now that she confirmed once again that she fit, she sat up and began attaching the first restraint to the bar of the crib. Once done, she cuffed her left ankle to it and locked it in place. Annie tugged at the restraint to confirm that it was secured. Satisfied that she would not be escaping, she repeated the same steps with her right ankle before moving on to her wrists. She readied both cuffs before securing her left wrist to the bars above her head. Using her free right hand, she placed the ring of keys above her head on a protrusion at the top of the headboard. There, she could reach them to free herself once time was up. From there she'd also be able to see them if she looked up, allowing them to mock her bondage, showing how freedom was so close but still unobtainable. After checking to make sure the timer lock was set for two hours, Annie took a deep breath and clicked it shut. She sighed around her pacifier as it set in that she was now trapped in this crib for the next two hours. It didn't matter how much she begged or cried, she had no choice but to stay in this crib and her wet diaper. Remembering her diaper, Annie let a stream of piss loose and felt it run down her butt cheeks, soaking into the relatively dry padding in the back. Excitement from her own helplessness flowed through Annie's body. She wished that there was a mirror on the ceiling so that she could see how pathetic she looked with her pacifier and infantile jammies, unable to escape the binds of her crib. Annie could feel her pussy getting wet again as she pictured herself from a third person perspective, writhing around helplessly in the crib, trying to avoid wetting her diaper. Unfortunately for her, there was no way to stimulate herself now. The realization that she completely unable to pleasure herself now only made her more excited. A minute or so later, Annie remembered the reason she was bound in the crib. She was supposed to be napping like a good girl. Trying to sleep while being horny was impossible though, and it made it even harder for her to avoid thinking naughty thoughts. She tried thinking of her school work she needed to work on still, as well as other mundane tasks. Horny thoughts would still occasionally break through, especially when she let more pee out, but Annie was progressively getting better at quickly discarding them. After a while she let out a small yawn. Her arousal had almost completely gone away and the exhaustion from the morning was catching up with her. She had a bit of trouble getting comfortable, as she usually slept on her side, which her current bindings made impossible. The thick padding of her soaked diaper between her legs and under her butt was also distracting. Despite all the roadblocks, she was eventually able to drift into a light sleep. ----- When Annie awoke sometime later, the first thing she noticed was the feeling of soggy, cooled diaper. There was no clock in the nursery, so she had no clue how long she had been out for. The timer lock didn't say how long it had left either, meaning Annie had no clue how much longer she was stuck like this. At least in the highchair she could estimate how long she had been there, but here she was truly clueless. Without much thought, Annie started peeing again. Her bladder had built up a bit since she fell asleep, so she was able to maintain a good stream for a few seconds. Her soaked diaper, still not at full capacity, happily absorbed the hot liquid. Annie was glad to feel the cool padding warm back up and grow even soggier under her. Annie figured that she probably wouldn't be able to fall back asleep now that the feeling of wetting her diaper had gotten her a bit excited. If she wasn't trying to sleep then there wasn't much else to do except think, which of course led to progressively more arousing thoughts. Not knowing how much longer her bondage would last was at the front of her mind, which was turning her on even more. She tried to imagine that someone was keeping her like this, and that she would only be released when they decided to. Fantasies and made up scenarios began to run through Annie's mind. She imagined this nursery being her room, and that this was how she was put to bed every night. She'd be put to bed early every night, before the sun even went down most days. If she was naughty then she'd be teased and edged beforehand, forced to spend her night frustrated and unable to resolve it. She'd wake up in the morning still frustrated and with a very wet diaper, much like she was now. Her thoughts drifted again, with her still in this same situation. She'd been put down in her crib for a nap after her college classes. A babysitter would have been sent to pick her up after her classes. The babysitter would have checked her diaper right in the hallway outside her classroom, changing her in the bathroom there if needed. As soon as she was home, Annie would be changed out of her big girl clothes and into her jammies for nap-time. Like now, she'd be strapped down to ensure she didn't go anywhere. Annie was now thoroughly horny and frustrated at her inability to pleasure herself. This was exactly what she had wanted earlier in the highchair. No matter how much she wiggled or struggled against her binds, her needy pussy was completely inaccessible to her. All she could do is wait for external factors to decide that she could pleasure herself. Her frustration only got worse as her fantasies became more perverse. She desperately wished that she could rub herself through her diaper or at the very least grind it against something. Until the timer ran out though, she'd be forced to remain like this; writhing in horny frustration, unable to get any stimulation. Being horny made it even harder for Annie to judge the passage of time, but her heart started beating hard with excitement when she heard the beeping of the timer lock. She instantly began working the lock loose and quickly had her right arm free. She didn't even both trying to remove any of her other restraints. Instead, she brought her hand down to her crotch and began rubbing herself through her pajamas and wet diaper. She wanted to snake her hand down into her diaper and go to town on herself, but with her pajamas locked onto her that wasn't currently possible. The feeling of her wet diaper rubbing against her lively crotch was more than an enough pleasure for her pent-up self. In under a minute of rubbing and hip thrusting, Annie was able to bring herself to a mind shattering orgasm. She wasn't able to stop there though. After a few seconds of riding out her orgasm and catching her breath, she got back to work. Three minutes later she found herself in the same situation, riding off the high of her second orgasm. Annie went limp in the crib as her thoughts raced. She mindlessly sucked on her pacifier and let urine flow into her soaked diaper as she came down from her high. After taking a few minutes to recover, Annie decided that she should probably free herself and clean up. Using the keys, she released her other arm and ankles from their binds. Now unbound, she climbed out of the crib and stretched her stiff limbs. She decided to leave her pajamas, collar, and pacifier locked on for the time being as she cleaned up her other messes. She fantasized that she was doing her assigned chores. When it was finally time to get undressed, Annie spent a lot of time in front of the mirror, staring at her sagging, discolored diaper. With a giggle around her pacifier, she reflected on how much fun today had been. She knew that she was definitely going to have to do this again when she had a chance. Even if the family was only going to be gone for a short amount of time, she would work around that to have more self-bondage fun in the highchair and crib.

Make a nice big cummie for Mommy Verosika! It's what the diaper's for anyway (Old sketch i had lying around. Maybe ill work on it more another time?)

Hi everyone, This is my first attempts ever at writing a story of any kind, I hope you will enjoy it. It's the first chapter, I don't know how many it will contain or exactly where the story will go. I'm working on the next chapter, and I appreciate any feedback and constructive criticism. I have gone over it a couple of times, but might have missed some mistakes, English isn't my native language. Enjoy the read! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Mysterious Mansion Chapter 1: “Damn it!” the 26-year-old Sarah said to herself, after seeing her nice shoes getting stained from the mud. She didn’t expect the lawn she was walking on to be completely soaked and muddy, causing her shoes, which at first were beautiful and light pink, to now be dirty and mostly brown. Not that she had any right to complain, seeing as she was technically trespassing. The reason she was trekking through the grass in the first place was to make sure she stayed out of sight of any potential onlookers, while she walked up to the seemingly abandoned mansion. She knew she shouldn’t even be trying to reach the house, but she could no longer help herself. Every day she passed the beautiful house on her way to work and back, and every time she wondered if anyone was living there. She never saw anyone on the grounds or in the windows and there were never any cars parked. The yard seemed well maintained, though, and the front gates were locked every time she cheekily tried to open them. No longer being able to contain her curiosity, she had decided to walk around the perimeter of the grounds, following the huge hedge that loomed over her, which kept the mansion and the grounds obscured. After a brisk walk, she eventually found a tree close to the tall hedge, and after putting her long, blonde hair in a ponytail, decided to climb it. First, she got out her water bottle from her backpack and took a big gulp, trying to wash away the anxieties of what she was about to do. One of the lower branches hung above the hedge and looked sturdy enough to hold her weight, and, after a brief climb, she managed to reach it. Not pondering about it too long, she placed her feet on the thick branch, carefully testing it to see if her claim held true and it could support her full weight. A tiny voice in the back of her head warned her that this might not be a good idea, and when she looked down, she got slightly dizzy from the height. Just as she was deciding to climb back down, she heard a loud “crack” and she felt the branch she was standing on give way, taking her with it. She yelped and tried to jump back towards the tree, but she was too late, and the branch she was standing on, along with Sarah herself, broke free from the tree and fell towards the ground. Through sheer luck, her backpack got caught halfway down the hedge and left her dangling with her feet off the ground a good distance from the ground. After she recovered from the shock and looked down, she figured was stuck in the hedge with her backpack. Deciding she had no other choice but to abandon her cute, pink backpack she herself had embroidered with pretty flowers, she raised her arms and let herself slide out of her backpacks’ straps, towards the ground, and landing on both her feet. Looking up at her backpack hanging high up in the hedge, out of reach, she counted herself lucky she wasn’t injured. She felt a pang of sadness that she lost it, but decided that she could come back for it later. It hung safe out of sight from everyone outside the yard, and she reasoned that she could probably find something around the mansion to help her get it back when she was done exploring. Looking down at her light pink summer dress, she batted some leaves from it, seeing that her dress had survived the fall and was mostly undamaged, except for a small tear in her shoulder strap, but it did get a little dirty from the encounter. Checking her surroundings again, making sure that there was nobody around to spot her, she looked at the thick branch she took down with her and thought to herself how lucky she was, and that she probably shouldn’t be climbing any more trees, before letting her gaze fall upon the massive mansion, and venturing towards it. That is how she found herself lamenting her pretty shoes and she almost decided it wasn’t worth it, but her curiosity got the better of her and she kept walking. Her shoes were ruined now anyway. Now that she was getting close, she saw how beautiful, but old, the mansion was, it’s size looming over her even more than she could have imagined before. It seemed to be two stories high, built entirely out of large, beige bricks and with beautifully decorated windowsills. It looked old, but very well-maintained, without any visible damage or dirt. Whoever built this place, however long ago, must have been enormously rich, she thought to herself. She noted that the yard extended much further behind the building than the front, apparently being four or five times bigger than she expected, and counting herself lucky that she didn’t have to walk that far. She came upon the giant double doors that were the main entrance and was relieved to see that it was impossible to see her from the streets, and there wasn’t a single soul to be spotted in the windows either. She tried opening the doors, expecting them to be locked, but to her surprise, they opened easily. Pushing the left door open, the hinges creaked loudly, startling Sarah and causing her to jump back. She ducked and waited outside around the corner, scared of someone inside possibly having heard, but nothing seemed to happen. She waited a few moments more, but no one came to the front door, so she decided to take a quick peek inside. Entering the main hall, her mouth fell open in amazement. “Holy hell!” she accidentally exclaimed, forgetting she was trying to be sneaky. She slammed her hand to her mouth and hoped yet again no one had heard her. With her heartbeat racing, she looked around the large room, almost immediately forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to be here. She saw a main hall stretch on for a seemingly infinite distance, flanked by two staircases leading to next floor. The guard rails were decorated with marble and ornate shapes, looking like works of art belonging in a museum. Paintings taller than she was were hung on every wall, a chandelier with hundreds of precious stones glittered like the sun hung from the ceiling and she saw more doors than she was able to count down the hallway, upstairs and in the foyer. As she walked along the beautiful and thick red carpet, she noticed her shoes were tracking mud inside. Horrified, Sarah immediately took them off and threw them out the front door, on the steps leading up to it. The floor was a comfortable temperature for her feet, and she figured she wouldn’t need shoes inside anyway. It also had the added bonus of her footsteps being quiet as a cat with her socks on the thick carpet. She looked at the doors on either side of the room at the bottom of both staircases and decided to just have a quick look around, holding the believe there was no one inside to catch her sneaking around. She randomly decided on the door on her left, but when she was walking towards it, she felt a light breeze and heard a loud creaking echo around the spacious room. With a horrified expression, she looked back to see the front door slowly closing. She quickly sprinted towards it, but she was too late to stop it. It shut with a loud bang, just when she was able to grab the handle. In a slight panic, she pulled it with all her strength, but the door remained firmly shut. She looked for a way to unlock them but finding only a keyhole, with no key nearby. “What bad luck,” Sarah thought to herself, getting slightly anxious, “Very weird how it opened so easily before, but now is refusing to budge. Well, I guess I have to find another exit or a key now.” Slightly alarmed, but also a bit curious, she opened the door at the bottom of the stairs and walked through it. A long while later, Sarah had forgotten all about her fear of being discovered, sneaking around the foreign house. She was mostly just in awe at the size of every new room she found. Every room seemed much larger than it would have needed to be, and Sarah assumed that the owners must have very excessive taste. There was a kitchen, so large it could have twenty people working in it at the same time and would probably be able to serve ten times as many people. A dining room with a beautiful, ornate table which could fit everyone she knew. She found a library with hundreds of books, most in English, but some in exotic languages she couldn’t place, with a cozy reading nook. There were bathrooms, bedrooms, a tv room, storage room and even a room with a pool table. Most of the furniture was covered in a layer of dust, and everything looked like no one had been in there for years, but aside from that, everything seemed to be in pristine condition. What she didn’t find, however, and was starting to worry her just a small bit, was a door leading outside. The windows were not an option either, every single one was too high of the floor to reach or had thick, metal bars covering the outside. After losing count of how many rooms she had explored, and still seeing many doors she hadn’t tried yet, she happened to come upon the entrance hall again, mostly due to chance. The various hallways and huge rooms with multiple doors resulted in a very confusing building, making it very hard for Sarah to keep track of where she was. While she was in the foyer, she tried the front door again, but still no luck and she found her gaze exploring the stairway up, making her more and more curious what could be up there. Aware that she was even less likely to find an exit up there, she decided to and explore anyway. After walking through the seemingly endless corridors she found that many doors on this floor were locked, except for a few more bathrooms and a few bedrooms. She did notice, however, that it was starting to get dark outside, and Sarah thought she should go and find an exit soon. “Maybe there will be a fire escape?” she thought to herself, unsure if she believed herself at all. Deep inside she knew she was dying to see more of the beautiful mansion, and wanted to explore everything it had to offer. The next door she tried opened to reveal what seemed to be a large playroom, large even by the standards of this crazy huge house, filled with hundreds of toys, seemingly aimed a very young children or babies. Strangely, this room was completely clean, and no traces of dust could be found, unlike every other room she had discovered so far. Sarah entered the room and walked around in amazement. The first thing she came across was a row of dolls on standards, on a low shelf. The sizes of the dolls varied from 30 centimeters to some almost as tall as she was! They all had subtly different faces and different hair colors, but they all had kind expressions. “These must have cost a fortune!” Sarah mumbled to herself. They all had different outfits on too, ranging from nurses, teachers, yoga instructors and princesses, and they all seemed to have a mature, curvy shape, which caused Sarah to blush as she found herself staring. Quickly walking on, she found that the last doll in the line, one of the larger ones, strangely, and with the same proportions as the other ones, was dressed as a baby, including comically huge, thick, and pink diapers and an equally pink pacifier, covered in hearts, on a pink cord clipped to the light pink onesie it was wearing. She noticed that the onesie was the same shade of pink as the dress she was wearing, and when she compared it to the other dolls, she found that that particular doll was the only one with blonde hair, exactly the same color as her own. “What a coincidence!” She giggled to herself, walking on and not giving it much further thought. She would have loved to play with those when she was younger, she thought to herself, and secretly still a bit now. Sarah continued to explore the room. She found loads of different types of toys, that were, as most things in this house, much larger than she had seen them before. There was a rocking horse she could have fit on easily, and piles of stuffed animals, she even saw a few stuffed animals sitting against the wall which were bigger than she was, even in their current, sitting position! She couldn’t contain herself when she saw the largest stuffed animal was her favorite color. A giant pink bear with a large and friendly smile on its cute face, and a big heart on its belly. Despite Sarah knowing it wasn’t real, she felt it had a welcoming expression with its big, blue, comforting eyes. Even though she knew it was childish, she couldn’t stop herself, and jumped on his lap, folding her arms around it and giving it a big hug while burying her face in its soft fur. Despite Sarah being alone in a strangers’ house, cuddling with stuffed animals that didn’t belong to her, she felt completely safe, and she let herself totally relax. It even felt like the bear was hugging her back, but she knew that that was impossible, it was just a stuffed animal after all! When, after a long moment of hugging it with her eyes closed, she suddenly, felt the faintest of movements on her back, akin to something very large, very gently stroking her. She immediately opened her eyes and looked at her back, but she saw nothing except the arms of the bear on whose lap she was sitting, which were close to her, but not touching. She quickly got up, nervously looked around her and at the bear. Its expression remained exactly the same as before, but somehow looking at it now made her a bit uncomfortable, getting the eerie and weird sensation it could get up and grab her at any moment. She took a few steps backwards, but the bear remained exactly where it was, immobile. After staring at it for another while, she sighed, feeling like an idiot. “Of course the bear isn’t gonna move, it’s just a toy!” she said to herself, softly. Having calmed down a bit, she decided it would be best to leave this oversized playroom, thinking she should be heading home. When she entered the hallway, not being exactly sure from which way she came, she decided to check out one more room, just to satiate her curiosity. She picked a random direction to walk in and tried the first door she saw finding it, unfortunately, locked. She didn’t mind it much and walked on to try the next one, enjoying the feeling of the soft carpet on her feet. After trying a few doors that were locked, she came upon one that made her feel… weird. Sarah couldn’t exactly explain why, but she felt hesitant to open this particular door, even though it looked exactly the same as all the others, the hairs on the back of her neck standing upright as she approached it. She felt like she was just being a scaredy-cat and making a fuss out of nothing, so she soldiered on and grabbed the handle. It wasn’t locked, and opened easily, somehow almost disappointing Sarah. When she saw what was waiting behind the door, she loudly gasped. Before her was an explosion of pink, a room equally as big as the playroom she just visited, and almost everything was different shades of pink. It was obviously a nursery, Sarah thought, as it had a crib, changing table and other things you would need to take care of a baby. Just as the playroom, this room seemed spotless and very well-maintained and a sweet, almost homely smell seemed to hang in the air. Upon realizing that this room looked spotless and very much in use, Sarah quickly checked the crib again to make sure it wasn’t occupied, which, fortunately, it wasn’t. She slowly walked around the room, taking in the sights and being fascinated by the color palette. Everything was a shade of soft pink, and as she looked down at her dress she giggled and figured she would fit right in. What stood out to her as she approached the crib was just how big it was, it was easily the size of a double bed, and the bars were taller than she was. Fascinated, she continued to check the changing table, which was large enough for her to comfortably lie down on. “Just how tall are the owners of this house?” she wondered to herself. Like all the other rooms so far, this one seemed to be unnecessarily big, just as everything in it. She looked around the room and saw a large chest, a small cupboard with drawers, a large, mesh playpen that came up to her head with an open door, various pink cupboards, and a door. She got curious about the door and approached it, wondering what would lie beyond. When she opened it, she was amazed yet again, at the size of this room, which seemed to merely function as a wardrobe. She figured it was bigger than her living room! Uncountable pieces of clothing of all kinds were neatly hung on hangers, and a lot of it was very pink, and very frilly with many, many ruffles. She looked around in awe, thinking that it seemed to be perfect for a cute girl who would live in this nursery. She randomly grabbed an article of clothing, which turned out to be an adorable princess dress which any little girl would love to wear, bright pink with poofy shoulders and lots of glitter. Although strangely, when she held it up to her own body, it didn’t seem to be sized for a little girl, but it looked like it would perfectly fit herself, although the skirt of it was rather short. She shuddered and quickly hung it back, this dress would be too much even for her and her love of pink, and she left the closet without investigating any further. She was starting to get a bit freaked out by the scale of everything in this house and decided to leave this oversized nursery. She walked towards the door and looked back one last time, wondering who could possibly have lived here and how long ago, and having a strange affection for sheer amount of pink in this room. She grabbed the doorhandle and pulled. She almost walked face-first in the door when it refused to budge. Surprised, she tried pulling again, but the door refused any amount of movement yet again. Starting to get frustrated, she tried pushing, pulling and slamming on it with all her strength, but the door might as well have been a concrete wall for the lack of effect her efforts seemed to have on it. Starting to get desperate, she shouted for help, but no response seemed to come. Her breathing growing more and more panicked, she looked for a way out, but she only saw windows with bars on the outside, which were too high to reach anyway, and the door leading to the closet. After trying the door for what seemed like an eternity, Sarah came to the conclusion that she was well and truly stuck. “Well, fuck.” She dryly said. Worst of all, she started to feel the need to pee.

Still working on sequels to A Change Would Do You Good and The Academy at Red Hills. In the meantime, I've been working on a few short stories to share! Here's a fun Mechanical Nursery story with a pair of snooping friends and an evil stepmother. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ONE “So, what do you think is in here, Kayla?” “I honestly have no idea. Rebecca is so weird. She hides out in here a lot while my dad is away for business. I swear, I thought she just married him to be a trophy wife but she’s just…so weird.” Kayla turned on the light to the large building that Rebecca had erected behind their estate. She had originally pitched it as a she-shed but the finished product was closer in size to a guest house. Eventually, curiosity had gotten the best of Kayla and she convinced Jenna to sneak in one night to explore. The two friends weren’t quite sure what they were looking at. Some sort of conveyor belt took up the middle of the space and fed into a giant plexiglass cage that took up the majority of the room. There looked to be a big control panel on a raised platform overlooking everything else. It looked clean…sterile…boring. “Is she making something? There’s nothing here. I don’t get it.” Jenna walked towards the enclosure and tapped on the glass as she looked inside. It was empty, like a giant aquarium waiting to be filled. “This part definitely looks to be the controls. Maybe we can turn it on and see what happens?” Jenna and Kayla climbed the small set of stairs to the control panel and looked for a way to turn the machine on. Jenna noticed a small key towards the top and tentatively twisted it while shrugging at Kayla with a sly smile. The conveyor belt sprang to life and started slowly chugging along. Kayla and Jenna winced and prepared for the worst but nothing else happened. So far this whole thing had been a bit of a letdown. As Jenna descended the stairs to continue exploring, Kayla followed close behind while looking over her shoulder to make sure that her stepmother hadn’t returned to catch them in the act. The bumbling blonde didn’t notice that her friend paused at the bottom and the momentum of their collision carried them forward as they both tumbled onto the moving belt. “Oof! Watch where you’re going, Kayla!” “Occupants Detected. Initiating Safety Protocol.” Jenna was dazed from being launched onto the belt and looked to see where the robotic voice was coming from. As she moved to a seated position she felt Kayla grab her arm and turned to push her away. But when she looked down, it wasn’t Kayla’s arm at all. Strange robotic arms had risen from below the belt and now had a grip on both of her arms. Turning behind her, she saw that Kayla was also fighting to free herself from their tight mechanical grip. “Hey! Stop it! Kayla, what is this?!” Jenna thrashed and was flipped head first onto the belt to face her fearful friend. Within seconds both girls were forced to lay on their backs as the conveyor belt continued its maddeningly slow crawl through the room. “Occupants Secure. Initiating Garment Removal Process.” “Wait…what?!” Kayla began to thrash and lifted her head to see what all the fuss was about and was surprised to see that Jenna had been spun around to face her. A small container was placed between their feet and Kayla watched as both of Jenna’s shoes landed in the container and watched her fight as her tight jeans were peeled off of her legs. Jenna’s legs were lifted straight into the air as her black panties were removed and Kayla saw a side of her friend that she had never seen before. Jenna was bare from the waist down and too shocked to make a sound. Kayla made up for it as she screamed and continued to pull against the strict hold of the mechanical arms not wanting to meet a similar fate as her friend. As Jenna was pulled into a seated position for her top to be lifted over her head, she was given a clear view of her friend’s disgrace until they were both completely naked and sitting toe to toe. They each took a moment to briefly study the other’s nude form before making awkward eye contact and looking away. “Jen, what are we going to do?!” “Don’t ask me! What the fuck is you’re crazy stepmom up to in here?!” “Scan complete. Beginning cleansing and hair removal process.” “I don’t like the sound of that!” Both girls had their arms lifted into the air as they were given an unwanted spongebath by sentient robot hands. They giggled and shouted as their underarms were washed and moaned and looked away from each other as each breast was carefully and meticulously scrubbed. Their arms were pulled and held down over their heads as they were both forced to lay on their backs on the conveyor belt before their legs were lifted high into the air for the cleansing process to continue. The mechanical hands proved to be very nimble and thorough as the two lifelong friends bore the indignity of having their nethers cleaned in front of each other. Through clenched fists, Kayla and Jenna squealed as the sponges were exchanged for cool shaving cream and screamed indignantly as each had her womanhood shaved away one strip at a time until they were both completely bare. “Commencing health check.” Kayla raised her head to look at her friend through her raised legs. “What does THAT mean?” “No, no, no, no, Nooooo!!!” Jenna squealed as the thermometer entered her smooth bottom without warning. She looked up to see an identical thermometer poking out of her friend’s bare ass. “Ugh!!!” Thermometers removed, both girls were given a clean bill of health as the conveyor belt inched forward. “I’m going to fucking kill you Jenna! Why do I let you talk me into this stuff?” “Me?! This was YOUR idea, bitch!” “Inappropriate language detected. Initiating Pacification Protocol.” “Pacification protocol? What the…mmmph!” Kayla raised her head to check on her friend and was met with a pacifier aimed directly towards her mouth. She tried to duck away but was no match for the machine and both friends found themselves pacified and fuming. As soon as the mechanical hands released their grip, both girls spit out the pacifiers and raised their heads to look at each other through their raised legs. Jenna was about to speak when she was interrupted by the voice of their mechanical overlord. “Pacification rejected. Disciplinary Action required.” Jenna’s eyes grew wide as she saw the wooden paddle being raised behind Kayla’s head. Seeing Kayla’s shaking head and wide eyes, she correctly assumed that a similar paddle was heading in her direction. “No! Please! No!!!” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! The paddles alternated from one girl to the other, as both girl’s smooth bottoms were spanked for the first time in their privileged lives. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! “Owww!!! Oh god… stop…please!!!” The paddles retreated and pacifiers were lifted back to each girl’s bewildered face. Kayla looked to Jenna who had already accepted hers and decided it wasn’t worth risking another spanking as she begrudgingly accepted the rubber bulb into her mouth. They stared at each other for a moment, tear filled eyes behind plastic mouthguards designed to keep them quiet and compliant. Kayla laid her head back down first, resigned to whatever would come next. Jenna saw the box of supplies coming over her head before it was announced. “Pacification complete. Initiate Dressing Protocol.” Jenna laid her head down and stared at the ceiling as the box of supplies was pulled over her head and landed between the two pacified and exposed girls. She closed her eyes and tried to remember some of the deep breathing exercises she had learned during a yoga retreat in Bali. The rustling and crinkling noise pulled her from her trance and no amount of breathing exercises prepared her for what she saw next. Two sets of hands were rubbing large diapers back and forth, fluffing them to invite more and more poof. Though she had never seen a diaper that big before she somehow knew that they would inevitably fit her and her involuntarily infantile playmate. Kayla looked up and sighed. With the pacifier in her mouth she guessed that she shouldn’t have been surprised and her sore bottom was a reminder that there was no use trying to fight this machine. If this crazy gadget wanted her and her friend in diapers, then they were going to find themselves with padded bottoms sooner rather than later. Their toned bottoms were raised simultaneously as the thick padding was placed beneath them. Soft sweet-smelling powder fluttered down onto their freshly shaven bodies and the familiar ripping sounds of tape let them know that their degradation was almost complete. Once the girls were firmly taped into their first diaper in decades, they were pulled to a seating position to face each other. Each looked down at her own diaper before looking across to her friend and blushing. Their arms were pulled skyward as they were finally given a bit of modesty in almost identical tops: pink for Jenna and purple for Kayla. The obscenely adorable tops barely came down to the bottom of their breasts leaving their full midriff exposed. The friends pouted at each other behind their pacifiers as their hair was brushed and pulled into braided pigtails with matching ribbons. As they neared the end of the conveyor belt, each girl was also fitted with matching padded mittens and booties, ensuring that they would be unable to remove any of their new wardrobe or get into any trouble. Jenna and Kayla were lifted under the arms from the end of the conveyor belt and placed into the empty glass prison. They stared at each other in utter confusion and disbelief as the mechanical arms rescinded and they were left alone where they didn’t dare move for several minutes. Kayla decided to risk it first as she spit out her pacifier and let it dangle from the clip attached to her purple top. Both girls froze in place as they waited to see if they would be punished again for disobeying. After a few moments of nervous silence, Jenna also spit out her pacifier. “What are we going to do?” Kalya prodded at her diaper with her locking mitts and shrugged. “Hello girls! Are we having fun?” Both girls struggled to their feet and fought to maintain their balance in padded booties as they looked towards the control panel. “Rebecca! What the fuck is this place? Why are you doing this?!” “Oh, I’m not doing anything…at least not yet…you brought all of this on yourselves by snooping around where you don’t belong.” “Let us out of here!” “Yeah, this is weird! Come on!” Rebecca cackled, glad to finally put these two brats in their proper place. “I’ve been looking for a way to further my experiments and then you two fall directly into my lap. Kayla, I’ve been wanting to take your bratty ass over my knee since I married your father and Jenna has been such a bad influence on you that I think a weekend in puffy diapers is exactly what her cute little bottom needs.” “You bitch!” “Did she say a weekend?” The evil stepmother leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head before leaning forward to press the microphone button again. “The cube you find yourself in is perfectly sealed with a locking timer to ensure proper protocol is followed. It will not release for 72 hours and the only way in or out is via that conveyor belt with my mechanical friends.” Rebecca looked down at the two friends and tried to decipher if their pouty expressions leaned more toward fear or indignation. Either way, she was going to enjoy the hell out of this. “Yes, the three of us are going to have a lot of fun together. I have so many fun surprises in store for you!”

I did this story initially on another Forum (now sadly closed) and it has been also posted to the Stories HTML section. So if you have already read it i apoligise. This one is joined by another one - seven years apart - in Completed Stoires sevction. Baby Suzy the Super Soaker Now At 25 – More Adult than Teen, still a baby now with loves for both her and Lisa Chapter 1 - Quick Catch Up and A Look Back At Time and a Friday of fun This is a sequel to the first title, Baby Suzy the Super Soaker All Grown Up – College Complica-tions and a New BFF, (see https://d.abdlstories.club/t/baby-suzy-the-super-soaker-all-grown-up-–-college-complications-and-a-new-bff/14752 ) which features a fictional look back at how my life could have been, at the age of 18/19. In this subsequent one, we jump forward to the age of 25. Suzy and Lisa completed a couple college courses in a mixture of subjects in college and university. During this time they experimented further with sex in nappies/spankings, as well Lisa was experimenting in bondage. The have matured in other ways now being able to drive, having lost their v card several times each, Suzy is on the pill and Lisa has an IUD. Theys still enjoy their life as now adult babies as often as they as they can be. They are able to change each others nappies and Lisas mother showed her how to change their own nappies but they still prefer their Mothers work! Yet now they both have someone else… .. Suzy is one year into a relationship with a daddy Dom called Jeff (Jeffrey) who works elsewhere in Dundee, and she is also working on phones at her mother (Orla’s) Doctor. She still works there too but her PCOS was largely gone on route to her menopause. Suzy still lives at her mothers home in her nursery and some days at her Daddys. In essence they are DDLG. Lisa is actually in quite similar life. She works part time (3-4 days to avoid mentally overloading herself – being mildly autistic - as happened sometimes in college) at her fathers Taxi company as despatcher on the phones. She is technically following her Mothers footsteps as she did as similar job there, meeting her partner/husband. Hoverer, she’s six months into a similar Daddy/Baby relationship with a guy who she likes being tied up for placed in nappies (as now pretty much incontinent from seven years of being in nappies during the day) laxative play and sex there too. Her bondage master / Daddy is called Steve who is looking at moving in with Lisa, as he currently lives in Perth with a job that could be done online, and he was born in Dundee. She’s LG with a partner who sometimes switches from Master to Daddy (So DD or Master switch). Both Lisa and Suzy so meet up with their partners every weekend, trying out each others interests… and then some! This story starts on a Friday where both Suzy’s and Lisa (both 25 now) get together for a Friday meeting, this time at Suzy’s home… … After Friday daytime working, Suzy and her mother Orla drove her home. She knew her partner Jeff was there at home (finishing a bit early on Friday) with pm. Lisa/Steve coming after dinner at Lisas place there about 7pm too. “Hello baby” said Jeff as she walked though the door. A family size ready meal of lasagne , tiramisu and plonk for the adults and By Milk for Suzy, had been purchased by Jeff and put into the oven the main part “20 minutes to go Orla” “Thanks for that and giving me a break from cooking” she said back, while baby Suzy changed into something more babyish “How was your day at work?” Jeff asked both the women “Not too bad” they said one after the other “And good to see rest of the family as well as my little Baby Suzy” “Awwwwwwwwwh” they said… Jeff fed Suzy like a baby. After dinner was completed they headed up to the bedroom just as Lisa and Steve arrived, and the two babies and two daddies headed up to Suzy’s nursery and her big bedroom too. “Have you been naughty baby Suzy” Jeff said?? “No I’m the best” “Well that means a preventative spanking might be necessary” . “Okay, Daddy knows best” Suzy said. After ten hand spanks she was a bit read, so Daddy got some lotion and cream and hugs for After care “Such a good , compliant, submissive little one”. “Steve, what are you getting ready for Lisa over there in the big bedroom ??? ” “Restraining her to the bed, suppositories and a remote control vibrator and then wand play…. Do you want to join in?” “Yes maybe after I finish Suzy’s aftercare. “ “Well be giving Lisas little baby Cunny a pounding and fingering afterwards when she’s been put into a new nappy after an hour sitting in her own mess”. Lisa was placed into a new nappy and two suppositories up her bum and a remote control in her cunny before being restrained to the bedframe. “Good little girl Lisa… lie back and take it like a good girl” “Yes daddy” she said. The combination of vibrator, suppositories and made her cum in just a few minutes. After she sat for an hour in a dirty nappy, Steve changed her into a clean one (lying open to allow her Daddy access), lubed her up and pulled the nappy before her daddy played with her clitty, fingered her cunny, before sticking his rock hard dick into her. After Suzy walked into her the room seeing her friend Lisa and Daddy Steve screwing each other, she said “I’ll have what she’s having….” REST OF FUN FRIDAY IN CHAPTER TWO Chapter 2 – rest of a Fun Friday Suzy finished… “I’ve always wanted to say that… but I would love to be tied and forced to mess myself too and a climax or ten! While nappies have never been a punishment or humiliation for me, I believe I’ve earned it after ten of the best from m.y Daddy, now getting tied up and made to mess by Lisas Daddy!” “”Yes that’s great, lie down baby Suzy…” Suzy does as told and says “So why do we all the nappy play so much? I wanted to make the best of her wetting and messing and Lisa was a bedwetter before going full on AB and in nappies at all times. So I guess that one , and the fact you lot know how to make us feel extra special”. Suzy was given two suppositories and a remote control vibrator inside her (not yet on) and she lay back and really enjoyed it. After messing n under six minutes she enjoyed lying back in her messy nappy “Good baby goes poppies now get rewards”. The remote control vibrator was turned on while she was left in her own messes (and had wet) left for an hour. At that point Lisa went through to the room for a spanking by Jeff. As she was enjoying this so much she offered the guy a blow job. “Is that OK Daddy Steve” “Yes if you record it” he said … “OK camera out now! ” “Thanks just I am now work now with Suzy over here getting her ready”. Lisa said “I’m getting to like spanking too, especially with the nappy on? Ten of the best was really the best, which is why I wanted to suck you dry too…. Well my bum feels better given the lotion for aftercare too!” Lisa and Jeff came back through to watch as Suzy got changed into a new nappy “Save you pissing everywhere you filthy baby” before taking the remote control vibe was replaced by his fingers over her clitty before fingering her cunny. This was finished by Steve placing his penis into her cunny. “That was really AMAZING thanks both daddies” Suzy said. After that the two Daddies said “We goy something for you both… we will go and get xit… a wee treat for our little ones?” The two daddies returned from the freezer with four tubs of Haggen Daas ice cream. “For you being such good babies for your daddies” they sat down together “… The only pints we can have am I right Daddies?” “Very true. You have an hour in Suzy’s playroom before we get you ready for bed. Some cute baby pink short nighties so we can seer your nappy, sort of matching nappy plus onesie and plastic pants, before Suzy and I sleeping in her nursery and Lisa and Steve in the bedroom?” “Thanks daddy Jeff”. “Saturday we have a friend we know coming to see you two, it’s a Mummy coming here for a while.” “Ooh you got hold of her? “ “Yes I did. You will enjoy it! I am sure. “ Chapter 3 – Mummy Visits Saturday (part one) After waking up, nappy changes by their Daddies changing into babyish day wear, breakfast was bottles of milk (from Suzy’s mums bottle warmer, not formulae) and baby cereal. Both in big high chairs by Jeff and Steve. Jeff said (to everyone) “The Mummy/babysitter visiting us today, her name is Mummy Cazzy (Caroline) went to see us in about one hour”. A few minutes ahead of schedule the door went. “I wonder who that is” said Jeff, as he walked towards the door. “You must be Jefferey, I an Mummy Cazzy. here for your babies, good to see you in person” Yes I am – you can call m me Jeff… Walk through into the kitchen as everyone’s there just now” Jeff then introduced her to Baby Lisa/Daddy Steve ,Baby Suzy and I am her Daddy Jeff, and at the far end of the table Suzy’s real life mother and father, Orla and Andy”. “Good to meet you all.” “We are going to walk up in about twenty minutes to the nursery and we also have use of an extra spare big bedroom too , which Lisa uses when staying here with her Steve. Suzy’s parents are aware we’re playing and it’s all consensual kink and we started last night. We have some coffee left from breakfast if you like still fairly hot” “Morning mummy Cassy, what do you have I mind” asked Lisa. “It’s a surprise but you’ll find out in about 20 minutes…” “…Fair enough “ was Lisa’s reply. “ When they walked upstairs to Suzy’s nursery and the big bedroom too, she said “Have been good this week?” “yeah mostly. They both had preventative spankings last night by me – but a second one would not go amiss! said Daddy Jeff “Have they ever been humiliated?” “I don’t think so for a long time ”. “We could do that for an hour…Come here you pissy shitty big babies for checking”… After checking they were fairly wet, although some of that was no doubt a little bit of that would have been a little scared for a new mummy and also a little being turned on. “You’ve both pissed yourself… again…. You big babies!!!” She used the powered changing bench and changed Suzy first then Lisa. “You are such wet pissy babies!” “Yes we know… “Babies like you need mummies milk so come here for a latch on” . As they did one at a time, they were lightly spanked once as they walked back to the rest of the playroom. “But your daddies all .proud of you, and we all love you too, so now that’s the end of that and we are going back to loving and encouraging you babies” “Now go to the playroom” As they were walking by Mummy Cazzy, It was clear that someone had messed herself. “Hold on you too” Mummy thinks she smells someone” “Suzy was dirty and Lisa was fine so she was changed again immediately” “Baby Girls Mummy will come through in ten minutes after chatting to your daddies and we can play some games?” “Okay mummy” “… but be good!” she added. After disusing lunch plans with the daddies (Suzy’s Mum and Dad organising a hit lunch delivery for lunch of pizza and the like), Mummy came through to the little ones in the play area of Suzy’s nursery. The mummy saw that they were having a Stuffies Tea party so she joined on for a bit before starting a couple of rounds of Musical Bumps. Half an hour afters checking booth nappies revealed Lisa now also messy, so she took her over to the changing table. When doing this the two daddies arrived “Mummy Orla says Lunch is expected to arrive in 45 minutes. How’s things going” “Very good daddy, lots of babyish fun” Suzy said. “That’s good! You play nice” “Oh they have been good as gold” Mummy Cazzy confirmed. “Now would you like some time painting from the craft table “Yes Mummy”. She replied “If you are good through lunchtime we might have some naughty play when we get upstairs after lunch?” “Now we cant be bad, we both like that” Suzy said after conferring with Lisa. After checking their nappies with 5 minutes to go, “They are fine until after lunch, just a wee bit wet” She walked the babies downstairs where the other two bigs were already. “Afternoon Babies and Cazzy… lunch Is getting opened up by Mummy Orla and we will pick some bits out for you that we know you will like! So some chicken pieces and two different pizzas so we will get you some of each and fizzy Pepsi to go with it, followed by ice cream and Mummy’s milk from Mummy Cazzy?” “Thanks!” After being fed baby style by their daddies, ice cream and a breast feed followed. “Thanks to *both Mummies and both Daddies” said Susy when finished her breast feed. Afterwards , a short time afterwards “Come on little ones you need a change and we are done here in any case. After getting back upstairs, Mummy Cazzy changed Suzy first (as she was wettest) and Lisa, before being walked through to the big bedroom with the restraints. “As you’ve both had a mess earlier there’s no point in giving you some suppositories or other laxatives, but I will be tying you to the bed – one beside another – with new nappies and remote control vibe and wand play … “yayyy “ said both babies. After being tucked back into their nappies before the vibes “This will go on in five minutes. You will be restrained until you fill your nappies peeing an overnight nappy that can hold up to six litres, two or three hours or however alright baby girls…” “Love it can we pinch the idea” said Steve! “Yes if you like “In half an hour Mummy will bring a wand, and watch you too!” Can we get something to drink?” “You will get another breast feed in half an hour. However until then there’s giant apple juice big bottle 1 and a half litres each” “That’s more like it… apple juice with slightly funny taste…“ The remote control vibrator inside both of them started five minutes later. That combination of rapidly filling bladders and the vibrator made for a very pleasurable experience. The girls noticed a bit more pee pee was coming out than usual but when Mummy Cazzy came through with their two daddies with a wand, she said “I forgot to mention something. What I didn’t tell you was a diuretic was placed in the bottle, making you pee yourself much much more… They said a naughty word. “Language little ones….your daddies knew… Now to make it up to you a breast feed and some wand play., taking it in turns”. After a total of 2hrs 15 minutes their nappies were thoroughly soaked. Mummy Cazzy e let them go from their restraints, with the babies giving them massive hugs “I think I enjoyed that best thing in a long time” before being changed and put down for a one hour nap in the nursery. REST OF SATURDAY IN CHAPTER 4 Chapter 4 – Mummy Visits Saturday (part two) and Sunday morning at Suzy’s After waking both baby girls after an hour, Mummy Cazzy walked through to say “Your daddies have agreed but I am taking you for an individual session with each of you turn/ So Suzy I will take you first to the bath/shower first of all, and during that play with your little clitty, then finger your little cunny After that baby lotion and massage afterwards. During this extra naughty session, at the end you are welcome to go down on me in return. Now Baby Suzy, come with me over to the bath… “OK Mummy knows best” After being striped naked and stood in an babyish bath over shower. “Good girl,… Now spread your legs you naughty little baby slut butt, ooooh that’s good… very good girl…” After playing with her clitty using her finger and then thumb, she continues to Suzy’s cunny brought her to a double shattering climax. After the regular bathing, Suzy was taken out over to the changing table, and Mummy Cazzy proceeded to massage her, and then pulled down Mummy’s knickers and stuck her nose into her cunny too, while she sat down on the feeding rocking chair. “Awwhhhhhhhhhhhh that was amazing head” … She then proceeded doing similar Lisa who repaid her by fingering her cunny before proceeding (with her consent) to her arsehole… “That’s also amazing… Your daddies must be very proud at being so accommodating little ones who are amazingly compliant and submissive and well behaved! It was really a pleasure to meet you and maybe we can meet up again for more fun, I will speak to your daddies” They went downstairs to say thanks as the plan was she was there until dinner time. They discussed into the possibility of coming back all part of another weekend in the near future. It was agreed in two weekends time, as a different Mummy was coming the following week (which was at Lisas as they go turn about) After dinner with their Daddies, they were asked “As you’ve been so good, the dirtiest thing you can want us to do - tonight or tomorrow if you are getting tired” After discussing with Lisa they’d put a Disney movie on and then have an earlyish night. They were taken to bed after changing their nappies and both daddies and the girls had some sex, sending all four to sleep like babies! Sunday morning saw (after a long lie) and the babies decided what they wanted and Suzy and Lisa both wanted the same thing – tying to the bed with suppositories and also having to stay until they’d filled their nappies pissing into it to to the point of being very full very heavy like yesterday. Yesterdays visitor bought diuretics but those weren’t available but they could have drink lots of juice to fill them up! After 2 and half hours they were soaked and soiled, so were both given a shower before lunch. “ REST OF SUNDAY IN NEXT CHAPTER Chapter 5 – Sunday Afternoon – looking to the future as well as returning home Lisa and Steve Lunch went by easily enough and Jeff started chatting to Suzy. “Have you had any more about leaving your work and being a baby full time? As you know I earn more than enough for the two of us, and I would always look to having a partner full time at home as opposed to working too? I know its your family but what do you think? “ “” “Well I discussed it with Lisa – as you know her daddy is a programmer like you. As we both like the idea to try, if not permanently. So would you like a one week trial maybe just over a month, and we can take a week off together? We can have the two weekends?” She then discussed with Lisa who said six weeks time they would take a week off to be 24/7 for nine days (including two weekends off). Lisa then called her work / Dads office and said shed fill in a form on Monday to provisionally fine. Suzy’s mother said “That’s fine I do appreciate you trying this before you make a permanent change.” “Lisas looking forward to a wee break from her work too and it would be nice to have a holiday even if its at home. Now we are both working its like we only hear from each other twice a week and see each other. Seven years we met at college, an di encouraged her to be herself as a baby in full time nappies”. “Very true indeed…” After all done and dusted Steve drove Lisa back to home and Jeff stayed with Suzy that night before heading to his home on Monday Morning. Chapter 6 – midweek and looking forward to a Mummy surprise The following week saw some a few plans in the background. At Suzy’s work on Tuesday morning “Hello, Eastgate Health Centre, Suzy speaking”… “Hey Suzy its Lisa “Oh hello Lisa. Are you ringing for an appointment or something else?” “Well just you this time. I take it you and Jeff are coming to mine this weekend? My daddy has setup a Mummy who will drive us to her place for most of the day. There will be multiple parts to the weekend so snot all just babyish. Weve been setting up safe words just in case either of us are uncomfortable??? Are you up for that?” “Yes of course sounds amazing. The surprise aspect is even more of an attraction”. Chapter 7 – A Saturday of Surprises with Mummy and a Nurse – part one After a Friday evening of fun they were woken by their Daddies at Lisas house. “As we said, today is a day of surprises with a Mummy who will come and pick you up here I an hour and a bit. The day is going to be a surprise. It’s a Mummy and one other lady who lives about an hour and a quarter – hour and a half away, with a mixture of different things playing. That’s all I will say. However a its your first time she wants you to be both happy. So if you want to stop what’s happening for that -like if you feel uncomfortable or sore and you wants her to stop the current scene just say Acorn. If you want to stop everything and go home say Oak. They will be feeding you plenty too, and your Daddies will both be watching you on their webcams online and we will be following you in sprit even if not in person. We will check in every so often too.” “I hear you Daddy” Lisa said. “me too” said Suzy. But they added “Your daddies are watching at all times. We hope you enjoy so much, but just in case you have so much fun, you can come again but she will be bringing you home after eight hour. Otherwise eight hours and they have nappies for you and everything else you will need” After about one hour the door went , and it was the Mummy. “Hello Mummy Jayne, I am Lisa’s Daddy Steve. They are looking forward to it”! Yes we are! They said as they waked over “I am Baby Lisa and she is Baby Suzy”. “Mummy Jayne and also a Nurse Linda who is getting everything else ready. We are ready when you are, and there are a couple of baby bottles for the trip. Are you dry?” “Yes, and ready to go….” “Come with me to the car and we will strap you in…..Good girls, now drink the babas and we will get going”. Chapter 8 – A Saturday of Surprises with Mummy and a Nurse – part two Mummy Jane put on a babyish mix of music on the car, starting with The Wheels On The Bus while they were drinking on their bottles. “Are you okay both little ones?” “Yes we are looking forward excitedly very much” “Lisas daddy told me Lisa was a bedwetter before going full-time in nappies and part time baby seven years ago, and Suzy has been double incontinent and a lifelong big baby?” “Yes indeed” “Well four different rooms we have plans to split time in them all. We sure sure you will be happy, but your daddy told you both what to do if you want to stop anything?” “Yes indeed Mummy” “Well we are nearly there. Nurse Linda is ready with two big baby strollers…”. “Hello Babies, one of you get in here and the other will get pushed by Mummy Jayne”. “I like your nurse outfit” “Yes it’s a real one”. They were taken to each of the rooms “This is the Nursery Room where we will be first for a couple of hours…. Then Medical Room, then a Punishment Room, and a Sex Room. Two hours each with some time at the end for eating and drinking – if you are hungry or thirsty at any time just ask and we will give you food. We will have something to eat first of all, so we are taking you to get something to eat in the Kitchen, before clipped into a highchair each”. “Mummy has some baby food (savoury then sweet), and Mummy will be feeding you from her breast as well as apple juice and mummies milk bottles from yesterday if you are still thirsty, for this time”. “Our Nursery Room will be a lot of fun and your Mummy and Nurse have plans for your two hours ???” “Yes Mummy, we will play nice!” After feeding full they were strapped into their big strollers and pushed through to the Nursery Room, unhitching them and walking them in. We will change your nappies before 30 minutes to play as you wish before we will come back in and we will come back through to do the stuff we have planned.” Nurse changed Lisa them Suzy as Lisa was the wettest, being changed into new nursery pink printed nappies. Good little ones , here’s a baba now go play for a wee while, and we will be back soon… Now wave (points to a cameras in top left of room) to your daddies!” “Oh hello daddies…” “Now half an hour of play before we will play some baby games with you”. After 30 minutes thy walked back through… “Let us check… babies need nappies all the time…. Yes you are good at the moment… Now lets play games!” After playing Patta-A-Cake, Musical Chairs (with a couple of checks and bottles each during the games), Hide and Seek and they slide down a giant slide several times. “Good little ones, new nappies and then we walk you through to the Kitchen for lunch… Now jump back on your strollers okay big babies?” “Lunch is Mummies home made lasagne which is liquidised for you, with juice and ice cream if you finish your lunch okay?” “That was amazing play fun” Suzy said to Lisa while the Mummy sand Nurse were getting their lunch ready “You were such good little ones. Mummy is proud of you both. After lunch you both will be our Medical Room to see our Nurse about your potty issues. We are sure you will enjoy it!” After being spoon fed baby style with bottles of drink, they very enjoyed that and polished off the ice cream too. Mummy then said “After we finish here, it’s the Medical Room second. We have arranged for a fictious visit to the Nurses office to talk about your potty problem which we are sure you will love!. Do you want any more to drink?” They both held up their hands and enjoyed that before being pushed in strollers to the Medical Room. Nurse stood up “Okay Little ones, Nurse is look-ing after you really today, both of you will walk in and tell Nurse about your Potty problems, one at a time. We will catheterise you to drain your pee pee into a potty at the same time as an enema, for -an hour “ “Okay Lisa come over” she goes first and she says “Well it’s a bit embarrassing Nurse… you see I … cant control my pee and my poop… It keeps coming out with no warning, day and night”. “Well we can work on that. We will try and give you some invasive checks to help, but there is such a thing as giant adult nappies and we will be able to give you some to keep you dry girl. Now don’t worry about it as they can be better than changing wet beds?” What I will do is, lie back and I will slide a tube into your front, with a valve. I will keep it closed until we give you your enema, then an hour on the commode a big potty. Now they can be a little uncomfortable going in, and when I plank you on the party I will also slip a vibrator inside you for being such a brave young woman coming to me okay? ”Yes Nurse I will follow.” “Lie down on the bench while I take away your knickers (actually a nappy and plastic pants)... now this might hurt okay but just take a big breather” “OkayYYYYYYYYYyyy that was painful” . “Now this will drain your urine immediately and this kind can stay in for a couple of days. But there’s a flip flow value there and be aware that as soon as it opens your pee comes out immediately . Now I am lubing up your arse for the enema, an now bend over.. that’s right bring your knees up”/… She placed a full 2 litre bottle of hot soapy water tuning it on…. Sliding in the remote control vibrator before carrying over to the big potty (commode – another couple of potties are available if you fill it bit its 6 litres so massive!) . I will open the valve and let you sit over the potty and there’s a vibrator going on in your cunny… Valve 3 2 1…. Wow quick now vibrator 3 2 1… “ The combination of vibrator and full bowels and rapidly emptying bladder gave Lisa so fun with two climaxes in five minutes. “You can play with your clitty or you nipples if you like now?” After doing both she came a total of six times in an hour. Suzy’s followed pretty much the same. “Now we put you in nappies, and we will give you some time to sit through in the kitchen”. Chapter 9 – A Saturday of Surprises with Mummy and a Nurse – part three After being taken through to the kitchen and clipped in high chairs, Mummy said “For being so good and well behaved today, here’s a bigger ice cream each for being so good… and before we take you through for the Punishment Room. While you have that, give your daddies a ring and check in with them” Mummy rung thorough chatting first before handing over Lisa and Suzy. “Hello Daddy Steve . Yes they’ve been very good in the first two rooms, Nursery Room and the Medical Room. We are going to Punishment Room and Sex Room before getting -home.” After chatting to Lisa and then Suzy/Jeff they were put back in their strollers.” “Now time for punishment room” “We will be getting you to strip named to just your bra. You will get ten hand spanks, ten paddle spanks and ten slipper spanks. At the end of each ten, you say sorry mummy. These will be over the knee spankings bare bummed before put into a new nappy and plastic pants. Just that and your bra. We will restrain you for one hour and also you will be plugged in the front and back and you will have ball gags in your mouth. Any attempt to spit the latter out results in ten more spanks. Now Suzy first please?” “Okay mummy knows best!” she said. .” after stripping pretty much naked (and replacing her right boob as it popped out twice), Mummy told him to jump up on the Spanking Throne. The spanking paddle was lose to two foot long and Mummy did those first ,, “1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10” “I’m very Sorry Mummy” Said Suzy before she went over to the `Slipper. “11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20” “like I said last time it wont happen again” before putting that down and getting her hand out. “21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30… and one for luck” “Sorry Mummy I wont be bad again”. First of all she put the ball gag in her mouth before the plug in her bum, her front, and new nappy and plastics with her bra only. She was restrained to the for an hour “Now you cant say any words for an hour or naughty words ever right Baby, or you’ll be sent for more of the same” said Mummy to baby Suzy. She nodded knowingly before she went over to Lisa.” After an hour they were unhooked from their couplings one at a time, (only mouth and the corners, the plugs were left in) and Mummy and Nurse gave them wand play for 15minutes before new nappies (they remained in plastic pants nappy and bra only but the plugs were removed) walking them through before being taken through for some pizza for dinner, cut up baby style and fed baby style once again “Such good girls for taking your punishment for your Mummy and we now you’ve earned your din dins.” “Thanks Mummy”. “We will soon walking you through to the Sex Room, still in nappies plastics and bra so naked. You will be here you will be screwing each other, a couple of hours Then it’s a quick catch your breath, clothes back on and new nappies as before taking you back to your daddies” “Thanks Mummy. Does Mummy and Nurse have some ideas in mind for the Sex Room?” “Oh yes. You can take the nappies off or move them to the side when you are screwing each other. There’s is a couple of giant pads on the floor, so didn’t worry if you wet or mess yourself as we can easily change it. Come now and …jump back in your strollers babies”… They were pushed through to the Sex Room, where the Mummy explained. “Here we have everything you might need. Lube, condoms, and all the tools we will need. Now first of all, both lie down on the floor and you go down on each other, and lick each others cunnies and finger your clitty too and each others boobies and nipples too, taking your bra off. First Suzy goes down on Lisa before the other way, and you have permission to cum …. “ “Oh yes Mummy…” After pushing away Lisas nappies to the floor (and her bra too) she started licking her muff while playing with Lisas clitty. After ten minutes Suzy went to Lisas boobies and played with her nipples for eight minutes. After Lisa came a couple of times, it was Suzy’s turn to be eaten out by her best friend…. “Such good horny little babies… So your Mummy will put you into new nappies and plastics pants, before you will be getting front and back plugs, like we had in the Punishment Room, and you will be using the Wand on each other in turns for a while, especially with the plugs made it more enjoyable”. “Such good babies.. now come through to the other rooms and we will get you dressed and ready for taking you home” “Such a good day today Mummy and we really enjoyed it so much. We’d love to come again maybe for other random fun?” Chapter 10 – A Saturday of Surprises with Mummy and a Nurse – part four On the ride home Suzy said to Lisa “That was the first time we ate each other out, and I really enjoyed it. Did you enjoy it too?” “Yes you were amazingly good at it!” Well my Daddy taught me and said I was one of the best at blowjobs.” “Well we’ve used the wand on each other many times although I would love it if we could do that again another day?” “Yes of course! When they got home they told their daddies about all the fun they’d had before changes and onto bed. NOW WE JUMP FIVE WEEKS TO THE WEEK WHERE SUZY AND LISA GO 24/7 FOR A WEEK Chapter 11 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part one - getting started and the half day of fun on Friday. Over five week Suzy and Lisa continued to go down on each other several times. Having had a previous Mummy use a strap on dildo on the both of them, they decided to get one for some naughty private times of their own. In addition to the Adult / Naughty play they did spend more time at each others homes having baby fun times as well , looking forward to both of their week off work and 24/9 littlespace (to include the weekends). With no work it would be split between some adult play and baby play. As their parents and partners were working (Except Lisas mum a full time mum now) it was just the two of them during the day. On the phone from Suzy to Lisa the day before “I know when people think 24/7 babying (with some sexual content) is the ultimate fantasy for people who haven’t even worn a nappy. I know we have lots of time together. But the week between the two is to establish whether we would be happy in littlespace – with a small sexual element – and see if we prefer this to work?” Lisa replied “As Begbie said on Trainspotting brilliantly BLEEP illustrated” “Of course my nappies are for need, and yours were needed at night -but making it fun instead of depressing???” “Yeah… what do you think we can do first?” “Well open to pretty much anything. This being Friday evening we can get some regular meeting up before the next day I guess we can start. We will have a few nights at my house and a few at yours. And I am looking forward to it – and mostly importantly a full week together with you Lisa…. You are my best friend… and I look forward to getting together again” Friday was essentially a part day as they were working. Some of Lisas’s extra supplies to last a week (as she was staying that night, plus four more nights (of the nine) at Suzy’s. The week rather than four/five days of her medication, everyday nappies, toiletries and other supplies was just in caser of any issues like freaky weather meaning they would not be going home on time. However she had some nappies at Suzy’s place (and Suzy had hers at Lisa’s) and she knew Suzy could dig her our in an emergency. She was on some medication for her mild autism and Suzy’s on different stuff (just the contraceptive pill) Lisa and Suzy don’t need to worry about period protection as when it happens (Suzy every 4 weeks Lisa every 5 weeks) they use their nappies. In the run up to this they’d bought a shit load of extra nappies in different designs and prints for them both and they were split in two. They were split not a range of different prints and the like which would make a change from the plainer ones they tend to wear to work. They are plastic backed ones that have the same capacity in plain colours, rather than babyish prints. They bought these themselves, as they both got a small number of everyday nappies through the NHS and their mothers used to but the others at school / college. The work money and from their Daddies pays for some extra ones now. In any case the plan was Friday evening with their Daddies as usual before their night together as usual. On Saturday they would be going home as Suzy and Lisa starts mostly Littlespace and a little naughty stuff, for a week (plus weekends helping a bit) On Friday evening they all arrived – Suzy’s parents and her daddy Jeff, and Lisa and her daddy/Master Steve. To mark the occasion dinner was a Pizza Party, organized by Suzy’s parents (Orla and Andy – rather than her Daddy Jeff!) After a good evening meeting up and then screwing their Daddies, they spent the night looking forward to the following day to start again! Chapter 12 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part two – a surprising Saturday of bondage and punishment in nappies Both Babies were woken up Saturday by their Daddies, for what was essentially the first day of 24/9 – a week of work living baby 24/7 plus two weekends make 9 days. They were told both had a surprise today. However their daddies said they would both find out the same time, downstairs over breakfast. They were strapped into the big highchairs like normal. A few minutes in, Lisas daddy and master Steve stood up “Today we traditionally meet up and include some adult play. As you are trying a week of little split it in two day we will split todays fun and games into two. Lisa has been pestering me for a Saltire Cross punishment bench???” “yes… “Well I was able to hire one with a couple of Mummies who will helping in today, with some mummy Ish stuff later today”. “Yes sounds great Daddy?” “Well they are coming in about half an hour and they have been told all about you. We will wheel the bench through the spare room and Lisa then Suzy will take it in turns, I will be spanking you half the time then one of the Mummies will then have a shot of turning your arse black and blue. I will be using a large riding crop to make maximum pain… Be good and I’ll turn the wand on! They will take you for some aftercare while your Daddies sort out your lunch. Their names are Mummy Jacqui and Mummy Becky. During this time a bedpad will be placed on the bench. This is just in case as you will both be bare bummed without any nappies, but for just under half an hour each. “Sounds like a good idea as we both have our potty problems” said Suzy looking at Lisa. After finishing breakfast the door went and the two Mummies arrived, with the bench alongside them “Hello you must be Baby Lisa and Baby Suzy… “ they said upon arriving. After all was done, breakfast finished and everyone settled in and unpacked, Lisas daddy Steve and guest Mummy Jacqui called the two babies to the spare room, from downstairs. “Come on little ones” Jacqui said as she patted Suzy on the bum as she was going upstairs. “Okay, as Daddy said to them both. The bench is prepared with everything ready. Lisa Mummy will help you strip down to be totally naked, and I will take your nappy off while she’s doing that. Even your bra please baby Lisa. With t Baby Suzy its optional as I know you’re a bit bigger round the chest (Suzy’s now a DD cup while Lisa is a B cup )” “That right you get a driving ticket for not putting the twins om a carsest “ “That’s a good one I must admit…” replied Daddy Steve. Suzy added “No I’ll be fine for a wee while no need to make special arrangements for me” “That’s OK. Well anyway you restrained naked onto the bench with extras to make escape even more impossible, and a bit more fun for your daddy and Mummy. Speaking of which we will be recording things too. 15 flogger spanks on your arse from Daddy and then 15 from Mummy Jacqui. We will have you on horizontal and the bench will be rotated to 90 degrees so you are at an angle and your arse is easy tor each. After this Mummy Jacqui give Lisa aftercare while its Suzy’s turn. Anything else we missed out?” “You’ve covered everything Daddy. We love it, when can we start?” “Come up here baby girl and sit upright so we can get your clothes off OK Little one?” “Yes daddy”. Lisa followed up with doing as told. “Arms up baby girl” said Mummy Jacqui who got Lisa to take off nightie, onesie, then bra. Her Daddy helped after the onesie come off with carefully taking away her plastic pants before her ripping her wet nappy away quickly. He freshened her up as well as applying some lotion to help the chafing after her spanking. “Good baby now lie back” She does as she was told . The restraints were extra tight and Daddy said “Its tight so that you know who’s in charge” “Yes and I like it before you start spanking me…” “OK that’s one we can try another time…” Dady was also rotating her to making sure of the maximum pain. Followed this off with a paci gag in her mouth, tied to the back so there’s no change of screaming out you naughty baby girl” said Daddy Steve. At this points Lisa tried to move her head to nod in understanding (Like she would usually do with a dummy/paci), but that was virtually impsonite. “ “Yes I know you mean yes don’t stretch too much or it will hurt like hell….” This moment was someone that had born in Lisas mind for years. Now it was here… she couldn’t move a muscle. She didn’t hac e the safety blanket of her nappy. But boy she was excited! As she thought of this her clit grew about five sixes and her nipples too, despite being very strapped to the table. “Now baby girl as I start I will count down as I’ve taken away your voice for now… and your ability to move, all because you are such a naughty baby” She had her first climax at that the words Daddy said – as the restraints had brought her almost there. “One…. Two… Three… Four… Five…. Six… Seven… ” Saiid Daddy Steve… After the third she was screaming – not to stop, but with her first orgasm. “… Now as you’ve been such a good submissive baby, Daddy is going to slide the wand on under you so you can get another climax … or ten judging by your responses to the to which another climax at number nine and then se lost count how many!) Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen” Daddy said. There was no real stop for breath, five seconds later Mummy Jacqui was given the crop. Her spanking technique was a little different BUT Lisa came after the first two! “One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen… Good Baby now we will get you back flat…” Daddy unhitched her paci first of all, so she could say “Thank you daddy and mummy that was amazing!” “Now come over to Mummy for aftercare and getting dressed”. Suzy you are next ten minutes okay? “In that Jacqui applied lotion and creams to try and calm her skin down, and cleaned up her vagina. She was given a new extra thick 8L capacity nappy, new plastic pants, her bra was replaced before a new onesie. She then gave Baby Lisa a little peck on the cheek “That’s a good baby” she says, before giving her a baba of formulae milk, and leaving a second one “If you need it” . About fifteen minutes after Daddy finished with Lisa, he started getting things ready. He could see her bedpad was very wet (about held pee and half cum) and a little bit of mess on it too. So a new single use bedpad (like doctors surgeries) too, and he kept to show her that night to discuss in more detail. Suzy was then taken for one of the same. However she was a bit slower at getting excited as she’s less into this as Lisa and her daddy are. However her nipples got excited at number one, before her climax at the third spank. However with this she felt a little embarrassed as she could feel she was pissing herself. After this Daddy was up to Number Seven, and he turned on the wand. Pretty much every other spanking she was cumming for both rounds of 15 spankings. Suffice to say one of the best multiple climaxes of her life, she forgot all about pissing herself. But why did that help t turn her on, or was it just co-incidence??? AFTER LUNCH IN NEXT CHAPTER Chapter 13 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part three – a surprising Saturday of bondage and punishment in nappies BEFORE LUNCH IN PREVIOUS CHAPTER “Did you enjoy that Lisa” said Suzy to their best friend, as she was walked back from her aftercare, as they sat together with bottles of formulae milk. “Yes very much so. Been wanting to try that for years! I had SOOOOO much fun!” Yes I could see you having so much fun. How many times did you cum as you seemed to have a giant amount of fun”…. “Lost count at eight… And did you enjoy it too! “Yes…. I did… one of the best multiple orgasms in my life.. But can I admit something to you Lisa?” “What did you think it was too tight or something?” “Not that at all… on the first climax I accidently wet myself… not cum but… piss…?” “Yeah I did that a couple of times too, so don’t worry darling” said Lisa as she extended her arm around Suzy”. “YOU DID” exclaimed Suzy surprised? “Yeah… had a little bit of mess come out me too” said Lisa” “That’s the kind of thing that happen to me…But as you say kind of fun wasn’t it hunney?” “Yes indeed. When I discuss with my Daddy another time I will ask if we can borrow one maybe every 4-6 weeks?” “I’d enjoy that too, no matter how much cum, piss and shit comes out of me next time? Its worth it for all the fun” replied Suzy. A few minutes later their daddies both walked down to the kitchen, after checking their nappies were okay until after lunch. The two Mummies advised they’d be feeding them lunch spoon and bottle fed lunches. “What is it Mummies it smells like curry?” “Yes it is a mild one Suzy’s Mum Orla made, Chicken Korma, and there’s nice pudding for afterwards. After lunch we have some baby fun too” “Thanks Mummy, ready when you are” “Apple Orange or Cherry juice in your bottles?” Suzy picked an Apple and a Cherry, while Lisa picked a Orange and Apple juice. “Open wide for the aeroplane…. “ they said before changing to “Choo Choo”… Well they finished very quickly. “What’s for pudding now>?” “Sticky Toffee Pudding and Ice Cream for each of you!” They both looked at each other (Lisa and Suzy) exclaimed excitedly” Yes!” After that went down even better, they were walked up to the babies room/nursery, one on one each babies and mummy hand-in-hand up the stairs. When they arrived it was clear their nappies were fill, as they checked. “Okay Baby Girls. Your daddies said you’d not made poopies yet and I can see wet but clean” “no just a little during the spanking!. “Well would you like us to tie you to the bed with suppositories for an hour of messing your nappies, you like being messy babies you’re your Mummies?” “ “Yes please Mummies!” “We will have a remote control vibrator in each of your baby fluffs. After that we walk you through for you to a shower and have a through cleaning. Afterwards we are planning strap on play?” “Even better” Suzy said… They were told to lie on the bed, had their hands bound, nappies changed, vibrators inserted, and then suppositories, forcing them to mess and be bound to the bed and sit in for one hour. “The vibrator will go on in ten minutes…. Now lie back and enjoy” “Oh we will!” said Suzy looking at Lisa. Normally Suzy (being larger built, taller and drinking more generally) would mean shed shit herself first….but this time Lisa let out pee with a gasp of delight after for minutes and pooped herself. Suzy was two minutes behind, but a more general force of poop before the pee coming out filling her eight lite nappy almost half full again. Soon afterwards the vibrator came on. Suzy climaxed first and Lisa not far behind. After several rounds of up and down on the climax front, and a couple more rounds wetting and messing each other. After another hour of fun they were walked through to the shower one at a time, before coming back. “Weve got another little surprise! Mummy Becky is going to breast feed you both!!” “Yay” They enjoyed being fed before being walked over to the bedroom again. Afterwards Mummy Becky said, “Whisks first for some nappy strap-on fun? I will put it on over my knickers and I will penetrate your fluff one at a time” “Can I try first?” said Suzy “Okay lie down.. “ Her nappy was m-ostly dry and it was pushed a little to the side before Mummy Becky applied lubricant to Suzy’s fluff “Good baby so it doesn’t hurt too much” she said and Suzy was already happy before she took the top onesie bits and her bra “So mummy can play with your nip nips at the same time” she said. Its been a while – Suzy thought – since anyone new inside her fluff.. and now she’s playing my nipples, cupping my baby bosoms as well as her massive dildo giving my baby fluff a massive to seeing to! Needless to say her nappy was soaked – not just with other half an hour and several climaxes, she said “Maybe you’d like to say thanks” she said, pointing to her crotch and pushing her knickers and the strap on dildo to one side. “Oh yes mummy beck beck” She made a beeline for her fluff for the next fifteen minutes before pushing apart. “Thanks Mummy Becky… That was amazing have you play with my baby nipples first of all as well as screwing my fluff too”. Afterwards it was Baby Lisas turn. She was able to give a very similar screwing each other senseless before Mummy Becky waked them down for dinner. “One of the daddies has done a chipper run”. “Thank you!” While sitting down being fed, they all sat around and talked about their day! Chapter 14 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part four – Sunday and Monday part one Sunday morning saw the babies with their daddies for a few hours. Lisa and her Daddy discused moving in with Lisa in around four weeks-. He also discussed about the trial from tomorrow about her Baby not having to work, although it’s a chance of it. Suzy’s daddy was similar (but no discussion of moving in, which was only discussed with Lisa’s they are around 25 miles apart). Monday morning, and Lisa and Suzy were together for the whole day at Suzy’s house. Both of their Daddies were at work and Suzy’s mum gave them everything they needed before she went to her own work. “You are all Okay for today, and you know what to do if you are having a problem “Yes ring Lisas Mummy? Weve already got some lunch planned and you are making dinner and bottle warmer is full>” “Must dash but love you and so so proud of my big baby and her best friend too! Love you both! As she left they both had texts – about ten minutes apart – from their own Daddies who were wishing them well. Indeed it was the plan the whole thing would be the whole day was recorded in each of rooms, but they would be not watching it until the evening. They initially were in Suzy’s room playing with all the toys in her nursery. After one hour Suzy stood up, went for some bottles of her Mother (Orla’s) Milk, as well as an small between breakfast and lunch snack. “I will change you and you do me, as we are both wet. I will give you bottles and a small treat too… Now jump up on the changing table…” Lisa did as she was told, Suzy unclipped Lisas onesie and cleaned up her nappy and also played with her clitty using her fingers for a couple of minutes, much to Lisas delight. Suzy was then changed by Lisa (with a similar play), before they went to each of them to latch to het chest . This was done Suzy bottle fed two bottles to Baby Lisa and sweeties before Lisa repeated the same. “Later this week would you like to try sucking on my breasts, I know there wont be any milk but would be fun to try” “Yes please!” “Well anyway now we are happy and dry until till lunch/// “ “Good … “ “Lets go back to the Nursery” While walking back to the nursery they sent their Daddies a couple of pics they took of the other one during their changes to seir Daddies’ by picture messages. Lisa’s daddy said “oh look at her cunny… Lisas daddy Steve said “ooh look at her cunny” while Suzy’s daddy Jeff said “looking gorgeous Cant wait to see and fuck you in person tomorrow!” After that Suzy and Lisa returned to their toys and games until lunch. Suzy’s mother had given her a refresher at using the microwave the day before, and that was all okay. A double size pasta bake was in the fridge. Suzy checked Lisa’s nappy and vice versa) and would be fine. After walking downstairs with their bears in hand “After lunch we will put on a Disney movie and sit down ands watch over lunch. Lunch is on and there are some bottles of apple juice for us too as well… Theres also some ice cream.” So sitting down to watch Monsters Inc the foods clearly woke up the two girls guts, especially the ice cream. As Suzy saw Lisa moving back and forth in her seat “I’m shitting myself… and loving it!” Suzy went for a disposable bedpad under Lisas bottom “I Will change you soon as I feel I will be next,… oooh shit its now!” “Lisa said “Are you happy too I take it?” “Delighted….” They played the movie but the nappy has 8 liters of capacity. “How about we both sit here in our shitty nappies and continue watching the film until either one of our nappies explodes or overloads – unlikely – or until the end of the movie?” “YES I could live with that…” said Suzy. At the end of the movie the walked up to the Nursery to change. REST OF MONDAY NEXT CHAPTER Chapter 15 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part five – Monday part two When they went upstairs they called their Daddies, as agreed, for a lunchtime check in (one at a time). Lisa rung her Daddy Steve “Hello Daddy! Yes we are having an amazing day. Baby stuff this morning and just had lunch while watching a movie had lunch. We are just about to have a messy nappy change each. For an hour or two we are going topless, running around afterwards in nappy and plastic pants for a couple of hours!” We will of course send pictures! Afterwards me and Suzy are talking about plans for spending the night together again and what naughty stuff we will be getting up to!” “Well keep enjoying each other little ones and will see you tomorrow probably?*” “Yes thank you” Suzy’s call with her Daddy was very similar. “Okay Baby Lisa, lie down on the changing bench… and I will get your onesie and your bra off too. Before I change you I will go nude too. Unhooking my twins does take a longer since I went from D cup to DD … That happened a little while after starting on the Pill…I used to be the original Storm in a D Cup!” he said standing as she unsnapped her crotch of her own onesie , but it took three attempts before being fully topless! “That’s the dogs of war let loose … now smile for some pictures for our daddies! As usual I wont take a pic of your mess filled nappy but one of the outside before and after… Good little one now lie down while I change your nappy… pic taken for your crotch then I am pulling down your plastic pants… good baby” Suzy said before untapping Lisas messy nappy… “Well I can clean this up probably without a shower , but if we both have one tonight in any case. A tiny bit of the mess got on your plastic pants, so a new pair of pink plastics alongside another 8 Litre nappy! Such a good girl for using her nappy like a baby! “Thanks, I think… now I will change you Suzy?” “Yes thanks Lisa” . While both dirty changes were quite similar, Suzy’s was a bigger mess, but none had leaked through to her plastic pants – so those survived until next change “Lets go through to our nursery and well play some active games like Jumping Jacks so we can get some amazing tit pics for our daddies… right?” “Yeah sounds amazing” “We were also to talk about what we will do in our adult time later tonight… Have you ever been fisted ? “Just once Suzy but not by you” “Yes we could do that together in nappies tonight and then we will both be sleeping I n the same double cot?” “Yes well I think we’ve earned it as we’ve been such good babies.” “This is so true” After getting a couple of bottles each for the next bit Suzy walked Lisa through to find the (in storage for winter) trampoline, alongside some crash mats and dancing supplies too/….” “Yes - you look so cute with no clothes apart from her nappy and plastic pants… Can I give you a wee kiss” “Yes and you do too” They started with Suzy jumping on trampoline for ten minutes three times with quick baba breaks while Lisa had similar time doing Jumping Jacks on top of a couple of travel changing mats Suzy sizes. After the third ten minutes Rhey agreed to swap and also a breather, as well as checking each others nappies. “Nappy check” said Lisa as she was standing behind her body almost in unison… she placed her arms down between her ample bosoms (“fine”) and then the other way round – with pics for their daddies of course! “You are such good baby and you’re having fun. We get a chance to do some stuff we don’t do very often, or at all at work!” “That’s true… yes I am loving today so far” “Do you mind if I play with your boobies Lisa, and you can do the same for me?” “Yes I would love that… just now or later on?” “now… as they look really cute and cuddly…” “Awhh very cute!” Suzy started on Lisas areola then her nipple (much to her pleasure). Second one and cupping the two together just sent Lisa into absolute ecstasy! “Can you try that on me now baby Lisa” “of course Suzy… Lisa went for Suzy’s nipples one, then two at a time. This also sent Suzy into ecstasy too, and as they finished off “We’ll need to do that again as there was a lot of pleasure, without even trying.. Very much… we did that once but it was not as fun as that was today! Now lets swap over so we can have the last bit of this play hour, as I know my nappy go a little more moist when you played with my tits, believe it or not?” “I do believe it… and me too” So Suzy went did Jumping Jacks, while Lisa enjoyed some time on the trampoline. At the end of a very long hour (more like 1hr 50 after playing with each others boobies!) they were very wet needing nappy changes. Probably extra wet thanks to gravity , not just tweaking each others boobies! However in both cases new nappies were needed, as well as a tiny bit of a leak of pee into both their plastic pants After they changed their nappies, they had to put anther plastic pants on each , as well as being changed back into their bra and onesie too. At this point it was coming up for 4pm. “Do you want to go down and watch something babyish for a couple of hours before your patents get home?” “Yes sounds good Lisa…” They both lied back onto the sofa lying into each other pruning on some Chuggington. However as they had such a busy and active day they ended up falling sleep for around an hour before Orla (Suzy’s Mother) and Andy (Suzy’s father not her daddy) arrived a new minutes apart, waking them both up! “You’ve not been sleeping all day?” “No Mum… just put out paws up after some trampoline stuff and the like” Lisa added “I don’t remember falling asleep either!!” Orla “well we can catch up after tea, which is ready now as its hot roast chicken and some sausages too!” “Yes that sounds great idea Mum!” The two babies fed each other and they all had a chat. Lisa and Suzy were going upstairs to the nursery. But a they were getting up, Orla checked the nappies one at a time “Yes you both need changed so I will come with you!” “Thanks mum!” After some routine changes, 19.15 and 19.45 they took it in turns to speak with their Daddies. They were both impressed that they had such a good time, and also took a few pictures too! Suzy’s Mum came up to check and change their nappies but apologized “Didn’t know you were on the phone…” “No worries Mum…” after a quick check around 20.00 revealed they were okay for an hour, she asked “When are you having bedtime?” “Around 9 so an hour?” “OK well I will come back and get you ready for bed, as well as whatever naughty stuff you will be doing to each other!” “Yes thanks Mum!” Are you ready to be fisted Lisa? Or do you want to wait?” “No try now – we can try and finish each other off with clit play, and wand at bedtime?” and play with each others clitties!” “That sounds a good idea… lie back Lisa…” After dong as told she lubed her friends cunny and surroundings. She continued to place two fingers in her cunny, but spread apart... yes she should be okay buy tell me if it hurts, okay?” Suzy said before tsking the two fingers back, then placing four fingers into Lisas cunny…. “Oh yes,… She had also been playing with her labia on the way in “Hopefully not hurting you too much?” said Suzy to Lisa…. “no actually love it… maybe touch my clit and you’ll make me finish” “Yes of course” to Lisas amazing pleasure, sending her into ecstasy. “I really enjoyed that Suzy, and its your turn” With Suzy more heavily built her hands were smaller, as was her entire vulva to be fair . So after similar probing by Lisa, who’s hands smaller, Susy said “Start with three fingers” After some pleasure she asked Lisa for the rest of her hand, as well as other hand on her clitty! And that send her into similarly climaxing fun! Soon after, true to her word, Suzy mother came up with some hot chocolate before changing each other ready for bed. They took it in turns to wand each others nappies, before calling a night at 10pm. “Thanks baby Suzy.,.. and goodnight!” “Thanks baby Lisa and goodnight to you too!” Chapter 16 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part six – Tuesday In the morning Lisa woke about five minutes before Suzy, and then ten minutes before Suzy’s Mum woke them up and take them changed for the morning. “Did you have a good evening last night Suzy said Lisa?” “Very much! Thanks for everything” As they walked down for breakfast, Lisa asked Suzy “Do you think we should ask our daddies for Challenges today too? As in the past they’ve had some equally good ideas as we have!” “Very good idea! While we have some experience its always good to get a second set of ideas for a day” So in the four way text chat hat Lisa had recently setup for her Suzy and both daddies , they said “Morning Daddies. Hope you liked the pictures we sent you! We would like to ask you – before we see you both tonight – could we please have some challenges or ideas ? Not that we’re bored but wed like to PARTIALLY open ourselves and wed like to open ourselves up to you today?” “Yes we did! Now that’s a good idea… finish your breakfast and I will chat to Jeff and get -back to you soon… Steve” As planned there was a further message about ten minutes later . “Okay Little Ones… Todays Challenges are; 1. As you fell asleep yesterday during Chuggington – usually one Suzy even joins in even in other homes or other things – at least one hour of that 2 . Half an hour at least of, Painting or other Arts and Crafts to make a “Welcome Home Daddy” picture card or similar, one each the two of you 3 . Go down on each other. Have two different sex sessions each other, in the manner of your own choosing, any you want to enjoy your best friend and fuck each other! And yes you are allowed to cum… … Complete the three challenges, with pictures, and your Daddies will be getting you a takeaway. Weve also texted Suzy’s mum Orla so that she knows she might be getting a night off cooking! Be Good, Play Safe and Lube Up! Daddy Steve and Daddy Jeff xxx Suzy said “How about we do them in number order , then it will give us the time to think as to how we want to fuck each other ??? “That sounds good!” “Big Screen tv for an hour, then upstairs for a check/nappy change if needed and to get to the arts supplies part of my Nursery! They sat down in front of the Big Screen tally to watch just over an hour (in the main room). Both Suzy and Lisa were sat together like real babies in their onesies, nappies and plastic pants – not a care in the world but learning life lessons via a programme that has talking trains! After an hour they went upstairs to Suzy’s nursery for part 2, as well as Nappy checking. They were both wet and in need of change. “Lie up Lisa you first”,,, After two routine wet changes on Suzy’s changing bench, they went for the painting supplies! As Suzy looked out two protective smocks and the other painting supplies. “I think I know how I would like to screw you. One we’ve done before is strap on play but this time cut holes in mt nappy, to penetrate your fluff until I cum. How’s that for you!” “Yes I like!!” “So how’s about you?” “I want you to pull down my nappy, lube me up and slide my vibrator that I sometimes use in my own, well place it my ass, and the strap on into my dildo until I cum…” “Yes fine with me!” Suzy said! After that discussion they both painted their Daddies Welcome Home pictures. While leaving their work to dry they walked downstairs for lunch. Similarly to yesterday a ready meal and ice cream – this time Cottage Pie – with some fruit juice and baby milk bottles. However like last time they sat down with Nick JR channel on. About five minutes into this however Lisa messed, and then ten minutes in its Suzy’s turn! “Well that’s another mess in me too” said Suzy. “I guess if we sit for an hour and we change upstairs I guess it might be safer to then do our play sessions that we were discussing maybe in a bit…” “Ok sounds good” “Good girl Lisa…..” “same to you Suzy” After lunch , pudding they had a little time longer hugging round each other like babies “Just like real babies we are.. except we’re 25 … “ “yeah going on 2” replied Lisa to her friend. As with the day before they rang their Daddies for a while, and they liked the pictures. They explained what they were doing for Challenge 3 later. So after the time on clock they said “So we go change now, we do the 3 and then we will have 3 or 4 hours left? We can come back here for more…” “That sounds good…” As they returned to Suzy’s nursery she looked at Lisas messy change. “It looks like I will need to get you in the shower to get rid of the mess in your nappy. Don’t worry I will help you!, and then we can do the same to me as I think I’ve messed everywhere too… judging by the way I felt walking upstairs “ She undone her onesie and plastic pants and stood her in the shower. Then she pulled down Lisas nappy and gave her a hand using a shower puff (she has a couple for using in messy accidents) vagisil and shower head to gently clean her vulva and bum. She toweled off and was walked back to the changing table and given powder, lotion, a new nappy, plastic pants and onesie and back into her bra. Then Suzy’s change “yep I was right….” and Lisa helped her the same way. “So who’s first ?” Suzy asked… “ME!” asked Lisa… “ So walking through to the double bed sized Cot, Suzy put a new disposable bedpad and told her friend to “lie down next to me”’… She got Lisas vibrator, the lube (Lisas everyday generally dryer than Suzy who always had an every day discharge since she was 😎 and the Strap On . Suzy unhooked Lisas onesie, removing it for now and leaving just the bra before lubing her ass deeply first of all before sliding it on. She then had the Strap-On placed to resemble a big penis into her best friend, but in this case over her own clothing “Just one big baby fucking another one!” she said to Lisas reply was “Yayyy”” Suzy applied plenty of lube to the giant penis as well as her vulva. However in the two minutes since the vibrator was in Lisas ass – not yet on – she was a little more moist down there!” – and guiding the giant dick into her vulva, before turning on both vibrating parts, much to Lisas enjoyment! After ten minutes (And many climaxes) Lisa asked to stop. “Was that fun?” “oh very much so… fifteen minutes later and its your turn?” That’s fine” “So for cutting the hole in your nappy I take it that you want me to take away the onesie and plastic pants?” “Yes that’s fine…” After cleaning up and Lisa adjusted the strap on, got Suzy down to just her nappy and bra. To sabe cutting into Suzy’s muff she would pull down her nappy, put the cut in, and a little bit of tape had been suggested to hold the nappy to save bits going everywhere! “Thanks Lisa…” After lying down in a similar position to where Liisa was just now Lisa applied some lube to the end of the giant penis before gliding into her Suzy’s muff and the vibrator on. This brought immediate pleasure to her (for some reason) and fifteen minutes later Suzy had enough “Oh my god thank you, you are the best”… After fifteen minute breather both were changed into new nappies before saying “Lets go downstairs again, and we can have some more ice cream – just a little one each? At that point they thought “We’ve earned an extra treat!” Its coming up for 3.45pm and your parent, and our daddies, will be back around 5.30. “Weve messaged them so they are getting dinner) Telly watching or a Disney movie?” “Tough choice – how about Disney movie ?” “Which one?” “I fancy Snow White” said Suzy . “While I get this set up please could you run upstairs and get the things we painted earlier for our Daddies?” “Yes good idea, they will be here before you know!” So four people arrived soon after other Andy (Suzy’s father), Orla (Suzy’s Mother). About 20 minutes later Jeff (Suzy’s ABDL Daddy) and Steve (Lisas ABDL Daddy) came in with takeaway saying “A deals a deal! As very few Chinese are open on Tuesday they had an Indian Takeaway including drinks and ice cream! After a little while the two daddies walked their charges up for a nappy change each, as well as to stow their bags for staying the night. “You’ve been so very good…we can go down and watch another movie, and then we come up and screw you both silly tonight?” “Yes sounds good!” When coming back they put on Lady & The Tramp before hot chocolate and bedtime. As they finished they both agreed (Lisa and Suzy) that this day was even better than the one the day before! Chapter 17 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part seven - Wednesday part one Today was similar to the other days so far this week, with one twist. That is today they wake up at Suzy and go to bed at Lisas. So from there until the weekend Suzy and Lisa and are staying together at Lisas place. Their Daddies are expected to come tonight too after work. Lisas Mother Polly is a stay at home mum these days, so will be able to assist with some of the daytime nappy changes, with her father Brian (not to be confused with her Daddy) is now owning is taxi company so she will be home evenings, like both Suzy’s parents ere earlier in the week. Suzy will drive both her and Lisa, supplies and everything else around 12 noon but Lisas mother Polly is arranging some of her food for lunch her place . Some of the extra ABDL nappies and plastic knickers they purchased for this week are already at Lisa so only some clothes and the like, as well as Suzy’s pills and toiletries. The two baby girls were woken up by their Daddies, and reminded of the shift later today. It was said a couple of challenges might follow Thursday, as the short drive and unpacking etc. might be enough for you to chill for the afternoon, and an evening when we are both there together tonight at Lisas too! “Yes we are remembering!” So after being nappy changed and showered by their daddies they then walked down for breakfast., where they fed them in the high chairs baby-style. “Hello Lisa how’s you?” Suzy asked as she arrived and was clipped in by her Daddy! “Another amazing night of babying and sex after a day of babying each other”… “Yes mine was great wasn’t it daddy and Lisa too!” “After yesterdays playing up with your butt hole and the single dildo on over the givers nappy play, we can get one that has a double doing for inside the givers muff, or even better now you’ve given me the idea, a triple to include one for Anal! We could get it sent to you for tomorrow arrival? Daddy Steve and Daddy Jeff too?” “Well were thinking of buying a slightly different triple strap on – from our own money – after Lisa wanted to experiment yesterday with a vibrator in her ass as well as the dong in her muff” “Approved – and get an couple of one litre enema can too and two metal bedpans too, so you can clean out before and well pay for it. I think daddy Jeff had one but only ones we have now are the 2 litre hot water bottles of Suzy’s” they said… “Thanks both Daddies” Suzy then ordered the item, with the extras, to Lisas for a before 12 noon slot. Their daddies had previously experimented with anal sex although this was they first time they’d ever done it with each other. Needless to say both babies were more than happy. “If you decide to do full time or part time littlespace – say some days work and some days little space - we will send you some challenges and give you daily ones. These would be vanilla for days at work and we can talk all about” “that’s an idea . After a week we might be going round in circles” Suzy said. Lisa what do you think? “Yes I like those ideas too, we can put the feelers out when we get back to my own home later today” “Yes of course the decisions outs of course, although we can ask your dad tonight.” Suzy then called over her mummy to see about be going part time (if they both decide at the end of the week) to which she thought that should be fine but we will double check that’s fine, and I will message you later today. Suzy finished her breakfast alongside Lisa a couple of minutes later. Both Daddies checked their nappies (both just a little wet this time) and made their apologies as there work called. Shortly after Suzy’s mother and father left to head to their work too. Liisa and Suzy went up to their nursery for a little while, and to double check the stuff they have laid aside for the trip. They then had two and a half hours, so they decided on some play. Starting with a little naughty play Suzy asked if Lisa could try similar on her to yesterday, so strap on in my muff and my vibrator in my butt too? “ Yes I could… now lie down and I will fuck you. Hopefully you will love it just as much as I did yesterday. It was amazing… Shall I get the things out of the bag we are planning to take to yours?” “Yes please”! Ten minutes later she returned with everything and asked Suzy to budge up so she could get a bed pad below her. After lying back Lisa lubed up both her vulva and her butt too. She pushed her vibrator into her arse and before turning it on got the straps ready and adjusted to double-fuck her best friend. After lining up carefully and then roughing it up as bit as Suzy thrashed around for a while in so much pleasure and ecstasy and happiness. After close to twenty minutes (and so many climaxes) “Okay Lisa I need to stop….” After ten minutes she cleaned up and put the nappy back into place! Suzy then said “How can I thank you” “Go down on my muff with your mouth for a while…” “Yes of course…” She said swapping places and pulling Lisas nappy to the size before starting with finger on her clitty before deeply tonging her muff. She had similar moving around, even more so when Suzy put her finger over Lisas clitty then going down for fifteen minutes more of fun. After which “stop now but I really enjoyed that” So darter a breather they got things repacked ready. It was 11am and in one hour they were going to Lisas for the rest of the week. They returned to littlespace playing with cBeebies on in the background downstairs on the big TV downstairs. Just before that they changed each other into fresh nappies before heading downstairs. While watching the tv they both cuddled round each other, with hands just under the back waistbands of their nappies. Half way through Suzy asked Lisa to stand up “nappy check time … come here” as she put her hand into her onesie and down the front crotch of Lisas nappy… “yeah your fine!” Lisa said “You next” she put her down her crotch too before saying “fine too!” “Well that’s nice of you… sometimes Suzy you are just like a caring Mummy…” “Well thanks I guess learned stuff you know?” “I felt a slight pleasure when you had your hand down there” said Lisa “yeah probably as I have only just had my fingers and tongue in your baby fluff earlier on…………” “Oh yeah……” They then watched the telly again starting with Go Jetters! too. Half an hour later Suzy turned it off, before Suzy said “Ok get in the car – check I’ve not forgotten anything as I am doing…” They took the bags, placed in the back of the car Suzy driving (they shared the car and costs as Suzy gets a lift to her work from Mum and Lisa lift shares with someone else she works with most of the time part time. Sometimes she gets a lift to the office with a Special Needs School run returns to base too, or her own father if he’s in the office) Switching on the Babyish playlist, they started making tracks “You looking forward to your Daddy moving in? “Yeah it seems like fun!” During this chat Suzy’s phone got a message from her mother, but she didn’t see the message was from her Mother. “IF you decide to part time 3 days at work, Monday Tuesday Wednesday would be the best for us working. Check with Lisa and her Mummy too!” So when she took her phone off the car holder she immediately saw it and got excited… showing it to her friend who was very excited too!” As they arrived Lisas mum Orla welcomed them, helping in with bags and the like, as well as saying “Lunch is on for all three of us – your Mums lasagne which I have one third normal and two thirds cut up small for you two and Apple Pie and Ice Cream! Polly clipped them in on a high chair and big bibs with apple juice in baby bottles. She fed Lisa first before going onto Suzy. “Good girl for Mummy..” While Lisa was being fed Suzy discussed her mothers text and said she wood be fine for part-time. Could you check with Lisas father about if that’s fine IF that’s what we decided to do?” “Of course hunney!” Lisas Mother said “Well its great having you home again, and of course Suzy too.” As - lunch went down well it was time for pudding, and at the start of the pudding it was like someone had messed. Well Suzy was rocking forward “Sorry Lisas mummy” “Why?” “I think I’ve just sh… erm… messed my nappy… “No need to worry, you are a baby, that’s what babies do….” Afte the end of the discussion Lisa was rocking back and forward with a guilty look “Sorry Mum, me too!” “Now that’s okay. When we finish here I will take you two little ones for a change in Lisa’s nursery, and then you can have fun and games up there too! “Thanks Lisas Mummy” aid Suzy. Its interesting to get a break from changing each other all week!” “Lisa, how was your health, as you seemed fine as you didn’t have emergency calls from you both” “Well no issues, bowel and bladder working well, no thrush or cystitis, Just some good time at Suzy’s and with my daddy last night who’s also coming tonight again” “Well that is good to hear.. .I will finish here, put the lunch food dishes away, unclip you and then after that, up for a nappy change both?” “Yes, thank you Lisas Mummy… we’ve got something coming tomorrow morning another toy or two – we discussed with our Daddies – something else to play with each other!” “Sounds fun… you can explain all later this evening, or when it arrives!” “Thanks,…” as they both walked upstairs to Lisas nursery, where Lisa was first to jump up on the changing table. “Good baby Lisa…well that seems easy so the same onesie and plastic knickers will do” After putting her daughter (Lisa) into another 8 Litre nappy , through wiped and baby powder and baby lotion (of the ones that were already bought special for the event), it was Suzy’s turn for a nappy change. However “Looks like Suzy will need new plastics and onesie, as your mess leaked a little. I will go get them…” A few seconds later she was back “Here you are… from your own supply!” After that a similar change, but as a result of the extended messing, Mummy Orla she stripped her down to her bra, before a similar change before new plastics and she snapped Suzy into her new onesie. “Good girl… now go play with Lisa!” Chapter 18 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part eight - Wednesday part two As it was round 1.30pm they phoned their Daddies as discussed , for a short catch up. Close to 2pm they started an hour of play with Lisa playing with the doll house and Suzy playing her slide and the ball pit. Half way through they swapped over and 2.30pm (the same time) Lisas mummy Orla came up to check up on them, check their nappies and offer them drinks. “Your diapers are both fine. Would you like a bottle of juice or Mummy’s milk from the source or a bottle of the stuff?” “Oh yes please Mummy – Mummies Milk from the source please? Suzy are you happy with the same its really nice!” “Yes please me too!” Mummy Orla walked Lisa first over to the nursing chair with giant bench so she can breast feed her 25 year old baby “Suzy you’re next okay? Now come up Baby Girl!” After about ten minutes Lisa said “I’m full now mummy thanks!” “Now Suzy come and lie down and I will feed you. Lisa play with the slide and ball pit before Suzy swaps over to the Dolls House okay?” Around 12 minutes later Suzy was full of milk before returning to the nursery. Mummy came up to the nursery one over an hour later expecting another nappy change at 3.45pm. “You two clearly having -plenty fun more than half an hour… oh well lets see… yeah your both needing a change,” “What do you want to do next? “Well how’s about we have an hour of naughty time? Please Mummy?” “Yes that’s no problem at all.” After changing both nappies she said “I will leave you for about an hour? “ Thanks Mummy, although we will both come down around 5pm after when we will come down for dinner at that time. In the meantime Suzy please wand me over the nappy and I will then do the same – does that sound fun???” Suzy nods knowingly. She got Lisas wand from her bedside table along with the Lube before walking over to Lisa’s double bed size crib. “Do you want me to unclip your onesie so I can get to your nappy, or another place on your body?” “Well please remove my onesie, and work your way across my boobies and nipples. After halfway go to the nappy and plastics?” Well needless to say Suzy did exactly… and Lisa loved the wand on her boobs and nipples were exceptionally enjoyable. This was before Suzy moved down further down over her nappy. After half an hour (and so many orgasms), Suzy said “did you enjoy that? Cause now its your turn! Try the same on me please… “She clipped Lisa’s onesie back in and at the same time lied back on the bed myself. Suzy was unclipped by Lisa and then she made a beeline for Suzy’s bosoms, and nipples. This was so enjoyable and just as much so after wanding Suzy’s plastic pants and nappy too. “ooohhhh yes that was very much amazing” Suzy said after several orgasms too. As they had a quick breather they went downstairs to see Lisa’s Mum , plus dad -nd both daddies in time! “Hello Mum… so what are we having for dinner?” “Well its sweet and sour chicken, rice and chips. As were expecting the guest – your two Daddies as well as your Father – around 6pm its on for then. Theres Apple Juice for you two as well in bottles.” “Thanks Mummy” said Lisa, “Thanks Lisas Mummy” said Suzy. “Would you like to put the tv on here on Nick JR or cBeebies until then?” “Yes please Mummy!” So they saw people arriving in the order of Jeff (Suzy’s ABDL Daddy) and Steve (Lisas ABDL Daddy) and Brian (Lisas father) last. The dining table included two highchair clips for the two babies and their Daddies helped to feed them. “Good babies for eating all your food… would you like some Ice Cream too?” “Yes please” they both said. Their Daddies helped with that and told them to sit on the bench while they took the plates across to the Sink. “Now we can both go up to your nursery and room, like we usually do, and we will change your nappies too. “Thanks Daddies”. As they walked up to the Nursery, Mummy Orla spoke to Lisas father Brian to explain what they’d discussed earlier on. “Yeah that sounds fine, when they decide just let me know?” Upstairs both baby girls had their wet nappies were changed while a further catch up between every one at a time. Two Daddies had offered anything their baby girl wanted sexually “Okay Daddy can you tie me to my bed and fuck my cunny” Lisa asked her Daddy “Oh yes…” Daddy Steve didn’t need to be asked twice “Lie back little one… so you want my dick in your muff?” “Yes Daddy!” So Lisas Daddy used the corner cuffs to fix her, before leaving her in her nappy for five minutes before returning to his charge before lubing up her cunny and slipping his rock hard dick deep in to her Fluff… Just before her Daddy was set to cum he took out his dick and said to “finish me off my thirsty cum sucker!” Afterwards “Good girl Lisa, shall I play with your muff?” “Yes please again!” Suzy’s Daddy offered something of her choice too, and she said to tie me to the bed cuffs for an hour. Firstly Suzy wanted her Daddy Jeff to eat her, before she went to suck his dick for the rest of the time! Afterwards getting on for 9.30pm Mummy Orla made cocoa. She brought some up to the girls before saying “Yes your father is happy if you want to go part time or whatever you decide!” “Thanks Mummy” Orla then assisted them to have a shower, dress them both ready for bed, and they slept one bed each with their Daddies. “Night Night Baby Lisa, Night Night Baby Suzy” Mummy Orla said, before returning to her room with her husband Brian. Suzy and Lisa would be looking forward to the following day together at Lisas’s place. They had some extra fun naughty toys coming, as well as a mostly littlespace day with the two of them, and Lisas mother too! Chapter 19 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part nine – Thursday part one As it was similar to the previous day and their Daddies were staying over, a similar start to the morning except it was in Lisas home. As was discussed their Daddies were giving them challenges. So when they were together they agreed and went back to their littles to explain what was needed to do! 1 get a breastfeed from Lisas Mummy -and take pics 2 please take pictures of your boobies for Daddy but with your nappies still on. Pop the onesie off and your bra too before doing it. Ask the other little one or your Mummy if you need help 3. when the dong arrives, give it a go and use one at a time from one fluff to one arsehole . First from Lisa to Suzy and then the other way round, until you both cum. Before you must have an enema into a bedpan, as you aren’t allowed to use the big girl potty. Lisas Mummy can help if you need it! Lisas Daddy also advised this weekend a couple of friends who are into leather and uniforms “So just a heads up one day you will be in leather outfits and the second day you’ll be in some slutty looking short uniforms that shows your nappy off!” Suzy said “Yes its been a while since I had a uniform on like school ones and I love being Daddies compliant little baby slut butt!” “Me too Daddy, looking forward to it too” said Lisa. As their Daddies (and Lisas father) left for work, Suzy checked the online tracking to show her new fuck toy was coming around 9.50am. This had four vibrating dildos in one single harness, although they can be changed to 3 or 2 if only one-persons own use! She kept a look out for delivery and as the boxes arrived, Suzy up to Lisas room with her. The dildo looked amazing fun. They were looking forward to the enemas too! Lisa unpacked those and clipped them to the wall about four feet apart. Suzy said “I will guide it into you and you can do the same thing, and Lisas mummy said to call in a few minutes when we are ready!… A bedpad was down just for drips and two metal bedpans for them to empty out their bowels before anally fucking each other!” They sat down and Lisas mummy came to keep an eye on proceedings as well as open the values. Then Lisas mum Polly turned the valves to let the litre of hot soapy liquid do its worst on her daughters bowels, and her best friends too. After around five minutes they were told to hold on before going over to the two and a half litre metal bedpads . “Stay their for fifteen minutes girls please to sit down, and that should be you empty at the back and I’ll clean up your muff too, before letting you getting tore into each other!” “Thanks Mum” Lisa said. After fifteen minutes on the bedpan, many cramps and some pleasure too. Lisas mum walked in again “Good girls… now I will get rid of all that poopies, and have wiped both of your muffs too. After you are finished, call me and I will put you both in fresh nappies!” “Yes Mummy will do!” Ten minutes later Lisa started lubing up and Suzy helped her with the straps. Lisa was able the two dildos into her muff and arsehole, before doing the same with her best friend. “Now lie down and spread your legs for your best friend to fuck both your holes!” she said as Suzy was obediently done as she was told. She spread her Muff wide before Lisa lubed the hole deeply and the same for Suzy’s arsehole. Next, Lisa used the remote control to turn on all four at the same time…. To some immediate pleasure for her and Suzy. After 15 minutes Suzy was begging her friend to stop. “Thanks Lisa… that was amazing… 20 mins then it’s your turn Lisa” she said. Of course pictures were taken for their Daddies to satisfy their third challenges. Suzy into Lisa was similar, but a bit shorter. They then called their Mum who would give them a new nappy. She said “Did you want to do the breastfeed just after “ “Yes mummy that’s nice!” After Lisas Mummy placed both Lisa and Suzy into new nappies and plastic pants) breastfeed of Lisa and then Suzy. “Good girls! Now after lunch shortly we will do the last challenge of removed their bras too for a topless (wearing only a nappy and plastic pants) later on. Now come down and we will get lunch on, which should take 30 minutes. I know you just had a breasted but you will need more as you’ve had an enema getting rid of so much, so that’s why!” “Thanks for looking after us mum!” Lisa said. They walked with their mother to go downstairs and watch Nick JR on the large telly downstairs. Chapter 20 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part ten – Thursday part two As Lisa’s mother started on lunch for the three of them (Sweet and Sour Chicken followed by cake and custard) Lisa and Suzy was good fun having her mother feed them both. As they have enemas there was no poop forthcoming on Thursday, as its already been taken care of with the enema. Thinking back Suzy said to Lisa “What did you enjoy more – our pre-sex enema or the fucking each other???” “Bizarrely enema that had the idea of preventative/routine but i genuinely loved it just as much as what happened next you know? However just now you took me to new places sexually and for the last little while! So probably a close call ! “Yes and you too!” “it seems weird to have fake penises inside both holes, as well as the person who takes it!” “Well that’s some what to put it!” So after an hour and a bit – a little longer than before as they were watching tv, their nappies were checked right there on the sofa. They had to pause as they had to change wet nappy changes. As was the first challenge today was topless nappy pictures Lisas mother Polly removed the onesie and her daughter bra before taking a Before pic. After changing an After pic was taken. Lisa sent to her daddy Steve “ Good baby showing your body for Daddy. Look at that lovely big full nappy. And nice tits too” to which the reply took Lisa by surprise and caused her to blush! Suzy’s change was the same – a little bit more discharge than her daughter but that’s normal, and like earlier on Suzy has had some spotting too. Otherwise she sent her pics to her Daddy Jeff. This had a similar reply “Good baby for showing Daddy! A lovely full nappy … and I could just suck those gorgeous big baby titties too!” After changing they came down to put the TV but swapped to a movie, Rugrats – The Movie. The strapline when it was launched on the sides of local buses in the late 1990s were various but Suzy’s favourite “An adventure for anyone who’s ever worn nappies!” or similar. So Suzy reminded her best friend and mother who went back to kitchen work and other domestic stuff, although she said she’ll be back to check them in an hour, as well as giving them couple of bottles of apple juice each. About half way through Suzy said “Do you think our daddies would let us also include enemas one or two a week as well suppository punishments” “Yes we could ask… however it might be nice to have one of the enemas going into a nappy, with a couple of boosters?” “Well we could ask of course. I guess if they are up for it, and the person doing changes doesn’t mind?” “Yes we can message them later on.” “I guess we should maybe schedule a weekly hour for fucking each other in all four holes at once. We can see how it works – obviously the receiver might need to be wary of some poop coming back out in both cases ? “ “We can try. This is the new bit for us, and we are both readily more than familiar our bodies! I had 24/7 incontinent at the front and I do get a lot of daily discharge, as well as only mild spotting since I went on the pill. In your case you wet at night but now more or less incontinent too, and you are a bit drier down there than I am… Well that’s the things we’ve known for some time!” “Yes that’s all good” Lisa said as Suzy pressed play. Mid afternoon fun saw a couple of changes – first one fine, second one they both had a change! With around an hour and a half before dinner, they put on the big screen a movie The Lion King which kept going until dinner. Today it was only four people for dinner – Lisas father and mother with Lisa and Suzy. After further telly watching, bedtime came all too soon again! Chapter 21 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part eleven – Friday After waking up with their best friends Lisas mother helped shower and get ready for the day before walking for breakfast. Once again their Mummy fed them baby style. During this point their Daddies sent them the daily message of their tasks for the day. They knew their Daddies were coming tonight and staying till Sunday. 1 Suppository Play – without restraints but you must wait one hour before asking for a change. Do the sitting around while watching the ABDL video porn links I sent yesterday (before we arrive this evening) 2 Tit play – after we saw your tits in the pictures, please play with each other nipples and titties until you both cum. Afterwards please play with a wand on your nappies until you cum again! wand (before we arrive this evening) 3 Plugging and Chasity. Once we arrive (just before dinner) we will put you in chastity and a new nappy. This is a double dong you have to wear under your onesie as well as female chastity also under your onesie. You then come down for dinner and try to be good write double dildo under your nappy and onesie. Afterwards we turn on the vibrator. However in both cases you wont be allowed to cum. You will need to beg to climax in your room for one hour, which is subject to satisfactory service of your Daddy. During this time your Daddy will require at least one of Prostate Play, Waking Off Daddy/Hand Relief, Sucking off Daddy or some other sexual talk of your Daddy then you MIGHT Be allowed to cum yourself. After one hour cumming is permitted without restrictions and your Daddy might go down on you to say thanks! ps However if you both behave (especially number 3) goes well might be another pleasant surprise! As Lisa read them out aloud, she thought to herself “What do you think it might be?” “Suzy guessed “New Ice Cream flavors, new type of nappies probably… I heard there’s an 12 Litre disposable nappy although they keep going out of stock in like an hour… I’ve got some on back order probably a fortnight. Its because they are made in somewhere like China vs Scandinavia where the NHS basic cheap ones come from!!!” Did you think our daddies want us to them up the arse for once?” “Well we will see later on, just be on best behaviour…. “ “Will see Mummy to tell her about the suppositories but we can do that upstairs about 10am?” After showing Lisas Mummy she said “Yes that’s fine!” Liza and Suzy also explained the messing play ideas they had talked about the night before, and their daddies both thumbs up so that’s one for another week! Now upstairs and we can start watching those naughty video’s while we mess ourselves ! Two suppositories each up their arses, and they were both entirely out (two of them) in under 10 minutes. During this point they both got horny watching ABDL themed porn with the first one including naughty nurses who wanked the male patients off during their nappy changes! After that they went through to the nappy changing room before calling Lisas mum Polly to help them change out of their very full shitty nappies. “Good girl now lie down on the changing table” Polly said to Lisa. However the volume was less than normal, probably as they’d had an enema the day before. Suzy’s was similar before heading downstairs to 101 Dalmatians in the run up to lunchtime. After fish/sausages and chips was all done and dusted, Suzy and Lisa returned to the nursery. They were needing changes which were only wet. They decide to do Challenge 2 with playing each others boobs and then wanding over her nappy, before swapping around. After another amazing set of climaxes they went to babyish play with the slide and similar things for an hour or two. Lisas Mum checked them several items before messages were received saying their Daddies would be coming at 5.15pm, with pizza for dinner at 5.30pm. As was explained Challenge 3 was explained as to what to expect to her mother, they were indeed prompt! “Hello Daddies…” “Come with me little ones!” As well as getting things unpacked for the next couple of days, both babies were stripped to the nappy before heading downstairs in new nappy but also in a female chastity device instead of their bra, and each as well as their nappy and plastic pants. As the double dong was already inside their muff and the arse, they had fun trying not to cum on the way down the stairs, let alone when the vibrator was on! By this point there was the two Daddies, Lisas mother and father as well as the two babies but Suzy’s mother Orla had been invited for the evening “for catchup (by Suzy’s Daddies) until 10pm”, although it wasn’t any further details! The three parents continued on for a few hours. However after dinner they were walked up by their daddies and both vibrators were turned on inside their nappy and chastity device. “Remember the rules” so they called over their Daddies – both opting for Hand Relief on both Daddies. When they were both to come the girls were bought right close up to swallow it. “Thanks baby girls, you can cum” They were both told. “Now one hour we play with each other!” So after everyone was blissed out after lots of orgasms each! They were changed into new nappies, chastity removed and a onesie, bra and plastic pants replacing them again. “Okay now we go downstairs for the bonus surprise, as you were two very obedient little ones?” They tried guessing while walking downstairs “Not breaking up ? “ “Hardly. “ “New nappy design? “ “No but I have some on backorder for next week or the following one” “Girls fucking their daddy up the arse?” “Well no…. but it’s a nice idea, Jeff add Pegging to the list… Anyway we would not do that of all your parents would we ??? “ So as they arrived their Daddies opened some fizzy wine (non alcoholic for the kids) before standing together a piece of paper and some other things in a bag. “First we’d firstly like your parents for all the hospitality and welcoming us into your homes and spending time with your amazing daughters. For the last year and a bit in Suzy’s case, or coming up to a year in Lisas case, you’ve treated us like family. To this we promise the next bit will be family-friendly despite the fact we visually aren’t (Giggles from the parents!) We both never want this journey to end. We both think – and we’ve discussed this at some length - we want to this being together in partnership to the next stage. This might be a bit cheesy and corny, but we want to spend this moment with your family. We both love you and we like to love the arse off you forever. This is not a hoax amd we want to be with you. So I will explain in some details that Lisa and Suzy might already know. In our community we have these things called Collars in a way that replicates engagements rings and later weddings ring Nothing changes overnight but as we want to be our partners, we brought you a couple of collars. They are basic but if you like the ides then in 6 to 9 months we will have a formal collaring ceremony. We will get you something more festive to suit your own tastes. So do you both accept being collared both as our partner – hopefully – for the rest of time?” YES FUCK YES! Lisa and Suzy yelled at each other…” “That’s okay and we accept the naughty babyish words!” They then both opened the clasp at the back before draping over their necks, telling them to keep it on as long as possibilee, like a conventional engagement ring. “Will that explains why you wanted me here” said Suzy’s mother Orla. “…and the fizz” “I know Mum SO happy…” she looked at Lisa who started crying, seeing Suzy off too! “Congratulations on this and we wish you well for the future.” “Us too, congratulations Lisa!” At this point Suzy’s mother Orla’s phone rung “Do you want me to come around topic you up?” “Well an extra hour – were celebrating because the two daddies proposed to Suzy and Lisa by way of a collaring, just like getting engaged?” “I had no idea… well give Suzy and Lisa all my best…, and have another glass for me in the meantime!” Chapter 22 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part eleven – Friday epilogue and Saturday part one So following the proposal announcement two things happened; after telling everyone on their phone contacts pretty much 90per cent of their vanilla friends were googling the word Collaring, and once taking their charges to bed for the night, their daddies got so super laid that night! Well as planned the following Saturday was a day of uniforms. Saturday they also had two people to help as things like a nurse/school teacher for one on one. “Morning baby girl” said Jeff to Suzy… “looking forward to the uniforms and two extra mummies visiting?” That sounds amazing… I meant to say I want to say thank you for everything -you’ve done for me.. hooking us up with other friends and the like, all the amazing sex, down to the less glamorous stuff like changing my pissy nappies and being a shoulder to cry on when I am down!” “Well I will get you ready for the day ahead, showered and new nappies then after all that we can go down for breakfast… I will double check to see if Lisa and Steve are up too! Sounds like it! So lets get you out of your nightie and pyjama bottoms”. After all the morning preparation they were both ready – and they were initially back to normal although they both were wearing their collars. Each of their daddies fed the babies. During this time Lisas daddy Steve stood up, but so they could both hear. “Its around 8.45am morning to both of you like being collared?” “Yes indeed! Thanks daddy” they both agreed. “Well around 10am we have another two mummies with uniforms. They will have one on one sessions with you during the session as well as some uniform time doing other stuff like the telly! Mummy Bella and Mummy Claire will be doing one on one with the two of you, with your daddies only in the background. Lisa and one Mummy in her room with me watching and joining in too, and Suzy and the other mummy in the spare room with her daddy watching and joining in!... The uniforms, and the leather stuff for tomorrow, are all ours now. Hopefully you will enjoy it?” Thanks again Daddy, looking forward to another amazing day!” They sat back down in front of the big screen TV watching cBeebies between breakfast and the mummies arrival. A little ahead of time and the door goes, taking them by surprise!” “Hello Steve” the two mummies hugged them on the door. They had a giant wheeled trunk each of uniforms and play supplies. They were assisted up to Lisas nursery when they unpacked! After fifteen minutes the two babies both were walked up by Suzy’s Daddy Jeff. “First scene is a school girls together and then we split off in two rooms for others. The first one is where you are both dressed as school girls. Mummy Bella will be the teacher and Mummy Clare will be the School Nurse. During the session you will both go to the Nurse for a change, they will do that in the other room. Afterwards the teacher sends you to the Headmaster played by Daddy Steve and Deputy Head Jeff. As you misbehave they want to spank you together with However offering something naughty like a blowjob might get you off, or might get you more trouble! “But as Daddy predicted these are very short” “So we can see when you need a change nappy baby girls!” “Ask for a change five minutes in, as you will be needing one by then!” Their Daddies walked through to the room where Suzy and Jeff would sleep. The school uniform (with tie and blouse both matching each other) barely reached Lisas knees, let alone 6foot1in Suzy! In the background they setup a small blackboard, and the teacher and nurse changed into their outfits too, and set up a couple of chairs around Lisas writing desk. The teacher (Mummy Bella) waited a minute before saying Good Morning and took attendance. She started talking about maths, and they were asked to write down the answers to the questions. Five minutes in Lisa put her hand “yes Lisa?” “Can I please go to the nurse?” “Why do you need to go to the nurse?” “Need another nappy on” “But only little babies need nappies and you are a school girl?” She went red at that time. Suzy put her hand up “Can I see the nurse too?” “Don’t tell me you are in nappies as well?” (red face) “Erm, yes…” “Okay… I give permission… Now here’s a permission slip. Go straight to Nurse Clare’s office, and straight back again with no dilly dallying please?” “Thanks Miss Bella “ they said. The walk through to the nurse in their uniform dress – very short and barely covering their tits either – to Nurse Clare’s office. They knocked on the door where the nurse had placed a folding giant changing mat that they sometimes used for travelling or long days out with no toilets or Changing Places facilities. “Hello Lisa, Hello Suzy, are you here for a nappy change?” “Yes we are… Our teacher seemed very surprised but she must be new. “ Okaayy, lie down first Lisa…” She pulled down her plastic pants and wet nappy a bit quick and swiftly and a little sore, like most nurses are…” “Lie down” the Nurse had one at a time on the bed with wipes although very cold hands and a bit rushed too.” “Right Suzy lets see your latest pissy efforts… that’s you both changed. Now get back to Miss Bellas room at once!” They left, and they did, their Daddies both walked into the same room!” After knocking on the door the teacher told them (after expecting a more warm welcome) they were told “You took too long getting changed you naughty girls… I told you not to bunk off! Go to the Headmasters office as you are in trouble! Don’t say another word!” (she said pointing next door and smiling) So they did as they were told where they had saw their Daddies. “You here again for ANOTHER punishment Lisa and Suzy.” The changing mat on the bed had been swapped for two giant cushions with traditional school style paddles. “Lie down and assume the position, arse up…” “What can we do to get out of this?” (Both daddies unzip their flies and pull down their trousers) “Well you could try this… you suck the Heads and Deputy Heads cock. However if its not good – in our option – the punishment increase from 10 over nappy spanks and 10 bare bottom spankings to 15 of each?” “We will give it a go eh Suzy? Spankings are never good are they Headmaster,?” “Lets get at it “Suzy said before licking around her Daddies/Heads foreskin before taking the full cock in her mouth, cupping and teasing Daddies/Heads balls too. Lisa started a few moments later. Both of the Daddies/Heads cum in their mouths in around 8 to 10 minutes. “Well did you enjoy it then Headmaster” They looked at each other “Good, but not good enough… Now arse up and we will need to take care of your dilly-dallying – in your teachers view – so no choice as you keep getting sent here!” They were given a ball gag to keep them quiet before they gave both Lisa and Suzy first of their over-the-nappy spankings. After the last they had their gags removed and nappies pulled back up “Now go back to Miss Bella has some aftercare” to which they smiled, before walking back to the room “Good Subby Babies for your Daddies!” Nurse Clare joined in taking one each, and they both had some cream placed – more lovingly – over the makeshift School Desk.” Chapter 23 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part twelve - Saturday part two “We will spit things into two for the 45 – 50 minutes or so in the run up to lunchtime. We will change you after that, but here’s where we split in two. Lisa and Mummy Bella in her nursery here, and then Suzy and Nurse Claire – who is about to change into Mummy stuff – walk through to the other room. The two daddies will be in the -background. Lie down on your bed first Lisa and I will tie you to the bed and your Mummy is about to give you baby pussy fingering, titty play, eating your baby pussy, and strap on in your little baby pussy and arsehole! After tying up and getting the lube out she said “Lisa which part of your body do you want to do first… with your Daddy standing behind with the camera and playing with yourself?” “Mummy can you go finger my cunny first, please and thank you?” “No problem!” She lubed up her muff after pushing her nappy and plastics to halfway down her thighs, before doing a few fingers around her clit before she went two full fingers deep. After a couple of orgasms she stopped before asking “OK What’s next?” “Strap on play – and you wont need to lube me up or pull down my nappy! Is that OK Mummy?” “Yes that’s fine!” She lubed up Lisas arsehole as well as dropping her knickers and skirt to the floor before lubing up her fanny before she tied round the straps of the harness… OK going in…” The nappy wearing girl in a school uniform was then screwed for ten minutes in both her arse and her pussy, and there was a dong inside her Mummy too, which she really liked! After ten minutes strap on her Mummy stopped and said “What’s next?” “Can I get you to eat my baby pussy please Mummy?” “Yes…” She went nosediving (after removing the strap on) for ten minutes with two clitty play and most in her baby pussy. “Oh oh oh ok my god mummy now what’s next- only one left – play with my titties?” “YES” she said!” After the last ten minutes it was sadly the end… Suzy’s was similar but not allowed to “Thank you Mummy… now can we change our nappies … thanks Mummies… now we will need a couple of big baby bibs for l and also tidy up our uniforms… thanks again!” As Lisa and Suzy were about to go downstairs, Suzy asked “I know we said tomorrow we would make a full announcement tomorrow evening when both mums are here. I like the idea of 3 days and 2 days off starting in two weeks? We might be able to make it 2 and a half days a week to help with our wedding/ commitment ceremony planning, and also, to help your Daddy move in with you soon after that?” “Well that sounds good… Never thought but guess if it’s a double ceremony – would that be ok for us both have it at the same ceremony and/or the same date if it is possible?” “Yes I was assuming/hoping we would double up!” Downstairs for Lunch and all of them fed around another one of Pollys (Lisas mothers) Cottage Pies, similar to earlier in the week. Their two Mummies helped feed them for a change! They returned after lunch. By the time they got up they had messed themselves … “Okay well this is good timing! We will tie you to bed for one hour , in your messy nappy. After that, we will be giving you turns in a nurses outfit! You will, one at a time, then change the other ones shitty nappy while dressed as a nurse will be a changing mat. During this time you will embarrass each other and make the situation awkward as possible by asking some personal questions, touching each others sensitive areas, and the like?” “Okay Mummies…” During the hour Mummy Bella used a wand on the front of their nappies, causing them to enjoy their situation even more! After an hour tied to the bed hey were released with Lisa told to go to the Changing Table with Suzy changed into a Nurses Outfit “Hello Nurse Suzy” Lisa said. “I see you’ve come for a nappy change?” “Yes I am afraid so…” “How long had this happened that you’ve been having these problems” “Years and years I am afraid..” “Well please pull up your uniform so I can check a couple of things…” Suzy then played with Lisas boobs (no problems here)… I will change your nappy and get your vulva checked too…” The change was fine but she was swapped her glove before Lisas fluff in depth. In some depth! After she was told that “well your down there is all fine… keep using your nappies and pretend they are not just for babies” After that, they swapped around. Afterwards, they asked “What’s next?” Well for the last thing before we do for, we will do another round of schoolgirl spanking. However at this time Mummy Clare is changed into a Schoolmistresses outfit. So no sexual options this time, you’ve been sent for 50 spankings each with a switch! Normally half with kickers, hlsadf without. But as you are big babies in nappies, swap knickers for nappy/plastics. Now, Lisa come over here first…. “Are you sure there is nothing I can do like suck you off?” “Well you tried that with the Head and it didn’t work! 50, 49 (they count down to Zero). “Now Suzy’s turn…” Chapter 24 – another new start – a 24/9 week for Lisa and Suzy – part twelve - Saturday epilogue and Sunday After the dinner, there was some fun time with their daddies they experimented with a new set of Spreader Pants which caused them to crawl for an hour or so! Then they went to bed. Sunday waking up was very similar to Saturday. Lisas daddy Steve woke her up to remind her about the visitors today! “Morning Baby and future collaring Lisa!” “Hey Daddy!” “Today we have the leather master, Master Bary and Master Bryne scheduled too. This includes a little while with a leather bodysuit with leather Chasity belt too, without the dildos. Also a while with a full length maxi dress in leather too. There will be at least one spanking too! alongside some other fun… well for us, and hopefully for you too” “Thanks daddy!” So following a similar start to yesterday, they were waiting for their guest Masters, while watching cBeebies on the big screen telly. Suzy said “Still weird thinking we are getting hitched in the near future to some lovely men who already know all our issues and who actually like us?” “Yes I know right… Cant wait to be together forever!” She then heard the door going, and it was the two Masters who Steve had arranged. After greeting them at the door they went upstairs with Steve, and Jeff was already there. “Hello Subby babies” “Hello Masters”. As they unpacked, and at the same time explained what was happening. “First of all your Daddies strip you down to just nappy and plastic pants” So after doing that they were changed into the Leather patterned bodysuit that was very short but patterned with some circles and bars. After we move into them Suzy said “Yes I see its short...” “Yes that’s our fun, perving on things…” “Well now, please lie on the bed for an hour. We will cuff you and at the same time an intensive leather spanking with a leather paddle!” BUT after every spank, say “Thank You Master”… Lisa and Suzy were being tied by Barry and Bryne respectively. “50 (spank) Thank You Master, 49 .. . down to 1 “Thank You Master”… “Now your daddies will get you up unhitch you and give you some aftercare as well as lotion, check your nappy (both only wet) and a couple of bottles of apple juice. “You feeling better now?” “Yes thanks Daddy”. They were given a full length all leather dress (with a leather loop to hitch to both collars) and a female chastity device across their nappies with a key lock on the front for one hour in their already wet nappies (still short to flash their nappies) and were told to suck off the two Masters to say thanks! Once you swallow it, your Daddies are next! If you are good you might be allowed to cum afterwards, which will be after lunch. “Yes Master, Yess Daddy” they both said before assuming the position and bending their arses as instructions. However about 3 minutes, Lisa managed to mess herself… to which Daddy Steve said “brilliant! An hour.,..” A minute later Suzy went red as she was messing herself too. “And we didn’t need laxatives or anything, right Suzy?” yelled her Daddy Jeff! After an hour of pleasuring the men in the room , they were congratulated and told you can cum. We will come back to that and screw you! Will discuss later but your daddies will change your messy and wet nappies. After that we will now go down for a lunch”. They all went back down (in new nappies but without the chastity) for lunch. This was one Lisas mummy Pollys Sunday Roast Dinner. Lisas Mum Polly said “You look very nice in that leather dress baby.” “Awhh thanks Mum!” After lunch they went back upstairs for some fun play for the baby girls! Both girls were stripped down to a new bra and just the nappy put on an hour ago/plastic pants. “Come on little ones, lie down on the bed and we’ll fuck your cunny, for being such good little baby girls?” After that they both had a nose in their cunny from their Masters too before they had to leave. Their daddies changed their nappies and into bra and onesie again. So two hours of fun play it was downstairs again. At that point dinner next. Suzy’s Mum, Lisas 2 parents, both daddies were there. The plan was that in the early evening Suzy and Lisa would announce their decision . Suzy stood up and started “As you know we were experimenting with being 24/7 in littlespace (with small amounts adult/naughty play), well three quarters little one quarter big play. Many things were discussed. Lisa and I have had a blast but wonder whether or not we would run out of things to do. So what we agreed was that if we both did 3 days a week at work. At this time however we’d ask if possibly 2 and a half days. The other half day is to help with the collaring ceremony preparations as well as to help Steve move in with Lisa here - so an extra half day for a short term. We would get challenges from the daddies on the days we are not working or together and send at least two messages and one pic when we are working. Also maybe a little more -adult play every day up to 50/50 on the days we are alone? So what do you think, 2 an a half days for a short time, and then 3 days thereafter ??? “ Lisas father / boss and Suzy’s mother / boss both agreed saying the extra half day would be useful in the run up to moving in and then the Ceremony in a few months. Suzy’s (ABDL) daddy Jeff said “Yes that sounds reasonable. We wanted at least try it, and were so glad you two have. But a hybrid approach, especially flexibility in the next few months, is an amazing idea. Suzy added“ We were also thinking of having a double collaring ceremony with the two of us on the same day, would that be possible?” “More good thinking two baby girls” said Lisas’s ABDL Daddy Steve said “Yes that should be possible. Will look into logistics more, in the near future. I do however reiterate what Jeff said. We look forward to planning and haying a future together, and we agree a flexible approach is good. You still get to be round people and your family, as will my Lisa too. And if we want to review that anytime, either way, we’d be happy. You see if you two are happy, the rest of us are delighted!” Orla (Suzy’s real life mother and the nurse Suzy works for) added “YES we’re happy! You get the chance to get out and stay home, so it’s the best of both worlds!” AND – most importantly – we get to discuss you getting hitched, and Lisa getting the same thing! I was so delighted to be part of the proposal, and now part of this evening too! I love you my big baby, and her best friend now also a baby!” To which Lisas father / boss as a taxi company owner Brian said “Hey Polly just pinched my line… But seriously, all the best and we look forward to the ceremony too, and we do appreciate my girl also moving in with Steve too?” Polly replied “Yes that’s right… Suzy we can look at the new schedule maybe 2 or 3 weeks we can get things setup… is that long enough?” Brian said “yes 3 weeks tomorrow is fine for us too!” Now Steve is moving in six weeks, exact date to of the week to be confirmed?” “Yes both daddies” said Lisa followed by a chortle! So after that discussion Suzy’s mother Polly and Suzy went to their home, Steve returned to his home, Jeff returned his home. They were changed and prepared for the bed by their own Mummies. “Goodnight little one” Chapter 25 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part one In the three weeks that followed – The following day (Monday) both Suzy and Lisa told their work colleagues about their week and especially the forthcoming future together with their daddy/partners in the coming weeks and that they would be reducing their workload slightly for more time together with their BFF as well as prep for their nuptials! The same was said for a conversation with her former school BFF Alma who moved down to London about seven years ago after her fathers redundancy and subsequently grew to love the place.. Suzy went south for Almas wedding two years before with her Mummy/Polly. As part of the discussion it was said Alma said she “wouldn’t miss your special day for the world!” ”Thats good news and we look forward to seeing you back in Dundee once again! Sounds good now give love to your Mum ok?” .. Tuesday morning and Suzy was checking her patients in at reception. One of the guy (a male patients called Kenny who’s never had much more that a brief nod said “Nice collar” “Awhh thanks… yes I its an engagement one of sorts before a collaring ceremony..” She then explained how her potty problems turned into a big baby and a good time rather than being depressed . “So it saves explaining my life, and even more they like it?” “That’s good, well catch you later on.,..” …At their regular quarterly doctors visit for STD checking (essential as they don’t need to use condoms but do have sex with more than one partner when guest Daddies or Mummies come along!) with Suzy’s mum (Poll) all went fine. Discussions for the ceremony went along, with questions about a honeymoon. Suzy and Lisa wondered whether a week or a fortnight at the professional Mummies in Glasgow they had when they were 18 and 19. Might have to make it less family friendly to include their two daddies and some naughty stuff! And yes they were still going and deposits were made. Holidays for the working days were booked by Lisa and Suzy too! The ceremony was being held in one of the function areas in Camperdown Park, a couple of miles from the City Centre but still inside the City boundary. The person doing the ceremony was someone who Jeff knew through the kink groups and the like. As plans for Lisa and Steve for moving in tougher caught motion, Suzy and Jeff discussed more. While the moving in was partially practicality for 25 miles in Perth not Dundee, the idea of motiving in with Suzy was naturally useful. It was said that after 3 months (i.e. 6 months before the commitment ceremony) They’d consider moving in with Suzy one month later. She ran it by her parents who were quite happy with the idea, possibly using the spare room for his stuff his stuff that wont fit in the room. So the new dates everyone looking forward were; 3 weeks from the first day back with collars reduced hours start 6 weeks from the first day back with collars Daddy Steve was moving in with Lisa (The weekend before but they had Monday boo off too) 9 months from the first day back with collars was their ceremony (Saturday Ceremony with honeymoon at professional Mummies for a fortnight) And now added 3 months from the first day back with collars Suzy and Jeff to discuss about moving in with Suzy one month later. So we now jump to the first of those - 3 weeks in when they start two and a half day work (with two days in little space or with naughty tines and half day for wedding and move prep). Chapter 26 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part two Monday Morning was pretty normal. Wednesday would see them leave for some additional planning work before a couple of nights together with Suzy at Lisas. On the road they did a half day of wedding plans before they had some ceremony / wedding preparation (Mostly double checking some RSVPs and the like on the phone). As they were meant to be nots seeing their daddies usually till Friday. However one night only (Wednesday) they were together with their Daddies to celebrate their reduced hours from today. It was decided – following a suggestion from some porn links to give both Suzy and Lisa their first piss enema, made up of their daddies piss. While there was most much they would certainly try again anther day, both Suzy and Lisa shit their nappies in just a couple of minutes. After sitting put in their own piss and shit – and their daddies piss too – for an hour before showering and getting their baby girls ready for bed. Thursday morning their Daddies changed them into day clothes and fresh nappies before helping them feed “That was fun last night daddies” they both said their new Challenges for a day together were;’ 1 enema 1L of hot soapy water. However into the new 12 Littre diapers that arrived yesterday, and sit for TWO hours watching tv, like you do with suppositories. But for one day – double the wait time! 2 after that you fuck each other up the arse.. Suzy to be the giver first before Lisa. After that a new nappy on with butt plugs until dinner time! 3 eat baby food! We got you some suitable for 2 year olds, to match your inner personality! Theres more than one so Lisas Mummy can show you where they are! You’ll also wash that down with 2 year old suitable fruit juice, and infant formulae/baby milk. They also said they’d like to take Suzy and Lisa to The Dungeon club event in Dundee at a gay club which also licensed for sex, as well as just alcohol. After watching half an hour of cBeebies they decided to go for an enema. Lisas mother helped put them into one of the new 12 Litre capacity nappies and set them up for the enema. After holding the litre of hot soapy for ten minutes each they shit themselves . They then watched tv for a couple of hours to test the level of the new nappies . However surprisingly, despite a lot of pee and poop – held up to the job. During the telly they played with each others nappy with a wand over the onesie! After changing Lisas mummy fed them both baby food, baby juice and formulae milk, which went down amazingly well. As there was no enema no poopies for the rest of the day! They then went to upstairs to start having sex with each other. “Its been a while since we had just butt plugs in? “Yes well but still looking forward to fucking your arse! Said Lisa to Suzy “yeah fine “ Suzy lubed herself up considerably but she was getting lubed up before strapping on herself before lubing up Lisas fanny and arse! After fifteen minutes they had ten minute breather before Lisas turn to fuck her friend .However afterwards they placed some basic anal plugs in their arse before helping the other one into another nappy for two and a bit hours. It was… erm interesting. Even more so when they went to the telly to watch a movie. As they were still had a was. Was even more orgasmic… After a nice shower and the like, Lisas mother Polly got them both ready for bed. Friday could be even more fun! Lisa and Suzy slept together in Lisas double crib. Thursday After a lovely nights sleep, Polly (Lisas Mummy) woke them both up together, before shower, changing etc. For breakfast they got some baby cereal and a breat feed from Lisas mummy too! “Its been a while since I had that but its nummy… thank you Lisas Mummy!” said Suzy. During the morning they were sent their challenges from their Daddies! 1 To go one better enema 2L of hot soapy water. However into the new 12 Littre diapers that arrived day before yesterday, and sit for TWO hours watching tv, like you do with suppositories. But for one day – double the wait time! 2 Pretend play breast feeding each other just using sucking the other ones nipples for ten minutes. After that bottle feed with some baby milk. 3 Screw each other by going down on each other with your tongues and fingers each others muff and clitty. Afterwards see if you can get the double ended dong pointed into your fanny how far inside your b So they went upstairs to get the enema first of all. After doubling up (2 lite enema in a 12 litre nappy ) a little bit of leaking was only to be expecting… … Just after lunch (mummy’s cottage pie) they had a bit of a Milking Moment! While no milk was expected, they both enjoyed, before snuggling in their best friend for a bottle feed! The sexual play was also fun. They were able to get two dicks (the double dong) int Suzy’s vagina (another first this week)! As her body is more heavy set than Lisa, it was quite comfortable. However Lisa couldn’t stand more than a couple of seconds before switching to just one part of the double dong, “never mind baby girl you tried!” Friday / Saturday / Sunday in Chapter 27 ----- Chapter 27 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part three Friday and the two girls had planned for some time out at the City Centre Olympia Swimming Pool then both the shopping centres (Wellgate and Overgate) and a lunch stop too. Their Daddies gave them some challenges as usual, but knew they were out and coming to see them that evening; 1 Look after each other at the swimming pool. Afterwards give each other a change on the rising Changing Places table using plenty of powder and lotion. 2 In the Shopping Centres afterwards buy something as close to Baby Pink as you can for every day use and wear it when we arrive later tonight. This could be a top, vest, bra, dress or something but please don’t spend too much money! No more than 4 pink each and all under £50 each? 3 In the afternoon give each other a hand spanking wearing nothing, taking your other clothes off and putting your nappy and plastic pants to the sides for 15 spanks each. Then use lotion and plenty of aftercare . As they arrived in the car Suzy said “I am looking forward to today, and it’s a chance for a bit of time away from home today before the BDSM event this weekend.” “Yes I am looking forward to the event which is my first which wasn’t ABDL?” Lisa said back to Suzy. So after paying themselves in, changing and showering, they went for the flumes first. After catching some time in the swimming pool there time came to an end so out to the locker. After that a brief drying off before going through to their Changing Places facility to nappy each other. As both of their swim Nappies were both messed and it was noted to give them an extra wipe down there at the back – their Daddies were proud when they explained they’d looked after each other! This time both Suzy and Lisa messed themselves totally involuntarily, with no laxatives or the like. Suzy has never been able to control that, and Lisa is pretty much incontinent after six/seven years or so in nappies. After new nappy and existing plastic pants and plain white onesie, they dressed back into street clothes in the main part of the changing area. Afterwards they drove into a city centre car park to allow them to do both shopping centres short walk from one to another. After bumping into a friend of Suzy’s mothers before some clothes at Primark and New Look. Afterwards they went to McDonalds in Reform St (between the two) for lunch, and got two Happy Meals each and some ice cream (yes the ice cream machine working for once) they went through what they found with part one of shopping. Lisa found a dress, leggings and vest close to baby pink and Suzy found a pair of PJs and a dress alongside a top. “Those look quite cute, yours too!” After some shoes and other High Street, Murraygate and Wellgate shopping they went back to the car and home. Lisas mother welcomed the back home and hoed them to a few parcels that had arrived while she had arrived. This was some more of the 12 Litre nappies Lisa ordered about three moths ago (on backorder) as well was couple of extra plastic pants and pink nappies they had bought to keep their stock in order for baby times at home and away. Their mother offers them some food and drinks but they were till full from lunch but would welcome some milk. “Mummies in a bottle, Mummies from the source, formulae or regular milk?” “Yes Mummies milk from the source please” “Okay two minutes and we can sit in front of the TV and Mummy can feed you both before you head upstairs and I will change you If you need it” “Yes thanks!” She sat down where the babies were on the sofa and fed Lissa before Suzy. During the feed Lisa Mummy Polly did a covert check to show nappies were wet and a little messy – in both cases just the end of the mess in their swim nappies earlier. “Well you are both needing a change so I will come up to do a change and leave you to play in Lisas nursery”.” “Did you both mess at the pool I take it and now the end is in the day nappy?” “Yes that’s right sorry mummy” “Don’t apologise. Just double checking as you were out and about”. After that Lisas Mother Polly went upstairs to change both the girls before returning to the kitchen area. “We will play for a few minutes then the spanking each other? “Sounds good Lisa” Suzy said. Lisa started first with the bear bottom spanking, then it was Suzy’s turn to return the favour. After showing pics with their Daddies they said they were looking all forward even more play that evening. Lisas mummy came up to check (nappies were fine) after an hour and bought up a couple of apple juice bottles for each of the girls. Afternoon saw many checks and a couple of changes each. Around 4pm they went downstairs to watch the telly (putting on Dora The Explorer , both wearing the baby pink dresses they found on their short shopping haul earlier, Lisa in top/leggings and Suzy in dress to avoid clashing! Their Daddies were collecting an Indian Takeaway on the way to Lisas home – Lisas Daddy Steve was coming around 4.30pm but Suzy’s Daddy called Jeff was coming around 6pm and he would get the takeaway. “Hello little ones, you look so cute in pink just like big babies that you both are! ” said Steve as he entered the house. Dinner and Suzy’s Daddy Jeff and everything else happened before bedtime. Saturday they were told of their role at the BDSM monthly dungeon event. They would have an enema first thing to try to make sure you are all cleaned back there. They would have a special black nappies and black plastic pants with two plugs (no vibrator) and a black bra too, to match the plain black metal chastity with locks, for some time – an hour in chastity and some time on the St Andrews Cross x-frame. Using a flogger they would get 15 spanks each before being swapped around. After that you wear the existing stuff for a total of one hour and then your nappies will be changed. After that spanking be good and your Daddies will play with you with a wand. After that hour, a brief stop, chastity and plugs removed and then plastics/nappies only before some time you two girls go down on* each others muff and titties, for the pleasure of every man in that club. They will watch you and wank off watching you two. After that are having another stop for drinks and discussion with our friends for a couple of hours Whatever any of them want , you have to do with them, male or female or other – whatever they ask! If you are very good you will be allowed to have some wine! You remember the safeword ? Yeah haven’t used it since we were together” “They were also informed of the house’s safeword too, so if someone says it you know to stop! Theres’s condoms and lube too and you’d be best to use them if any men want to fuck or suck you?” “Yeah that’s okay daddy, nice to have belt and braces as we but have contraceptives” “And yes but as its new people too! ”Well our Daddies knows best!” Lisa said. “We bought some flavored ones too which I think you enjoy along with Strawberry lube?” “Yes indeed!” After enema, breakfast and lunch, mid-afternoon they took a taxi (as the Daddies were having booze before heading home) to the event. Their daddies got them ready for the first part of the fun! “These are your lovely subby young ladies” one of the Daddies friends (Master Bary, who had visited them a few weeks ago) said to Daddy Steve “Yes of course ( points to collar) and now for eternity hopefully!” “Yes you showed the pictures! Congrats again and we all look forward to the ceremony in a few months!” Lisa and Steve were walked through to one of the changing rooms separately from the main play area. A giant changing mat was placed on the floor. Lisas daddy Steve was first with lots of lube in her cunny and arsehole before placing the metal plugs inside, nappy plastics and bra all in black before the outside chastity over their nappy. They also had a black long restraint clipped onto their collar rings. She was told to sit while Suzy got the same treatment. After this both Daddies dragged / got them to walk all over to the St Andrew Cross bench, and they were restrained face down for two minutes before being given 15 spanks each bur by Master Bary for once. “Good girl now jump down!” After the spanking their Daddies gave them, wand time. “Such good girls, now wand time and cum as much as you like!” And they did… … After that hour of pain and pleasure, their Daddies walked them through to change, and they had the lead, plug and locks removed, and were changed into a new black nappy and plastic pants and given some baby milk. Their Daddies took through a couple of bedpads for the floor just in case and pulled their nappies and plastics down to their knees and took off Suzy’s bra “Okay Lisa, go down on Suzy? you will get ready. Give me two minutes and I’ll get my fellow perverts to pleasure themselves while you screw each other” A couple of minutes later around eight men and a couple of women were there too, mostly with dicks in hand! So Lisa was instructed “Start now okay …” “All these people makes it even more embarrassing…” Suzy had several orgasms (and she later said when Lisa was playing with her clitty and tits was one of the best ever). Shortly afterwards swapped positions and it was Lisas turn to get fucked by her best friend, while men and women all watched pleasuring themselves! After that their Daddies clipped themselves both back into their bra, nappy straightened up and checked before having some juice from a baby bottle. “You were so good girls… now get ready for being sexually available to everyone for an hour!” Their Daddies gave them some condoms and lube sachets and sad “if you need more we have them here” as they tucked them into their bra” “-Yes Daddy!” “Here’s a lovely pair of fucking or subby toy free to anyone for one hour , they are open for pleasure or punishment. Who’s first?” A couple of hands went up and they went to their part of the room. The first was a pre-op transwoman who wanted sucked off while going down on the girl . Second was one of the men who were watching and perving earlier! It was decided on a coin toss that the transwoman (called Katie) would get Suzy and the other one (called Keith) would pound Lisa’s vagina. After that it got more bizarre. Two women – one clearly pregnant and in a leather dress, and the second was in submissive outfit (Jenn pregnant and the other Carlie). “Wed like to take advantage ,,, for some reason I am super horny in this pregnancy”, Can we use a strap-on on you?” They had a strap on already in place on Jenn “Weve got one too”, so both Jenn and Carlie had strap on sex with Lisa and Suzy. “Good submissive…” At the end of the scene, Lisa and Suzy asked if she has started lactating yet? “Yes why do you ask?” “Were also both ABDL too…” “ Well if you like we can do a practice. Carlie hunney please help me off with my dress and pull down my bra and we can have a shot! “Yes Mummy” “What was that?” “Nothing Jenn!…” A couple of minutes later and the pregnant dominant lady stripped and gave them a 2 minute experimental feed. “Well thanks! This is my first pregnancy so lots of stuff to get used to!” Suzy said “No problem nice milk!” Afterwards their Daddies came over and said “Anyone else – you have permission to od anyone else, and 15 Minutes left?” One Master and a Mistress came over and asked if they could spank them (they had their own paddles). “Yes not a problem… What’s your names” “Master Kevin and Mistress Katrina” Their Daddies helped them to setup a couple of cushions so they could be spanked both at the same time. 20 spanks were given each, and they swapped round so both Suzy and Lisa got them both “Thank You” they said at the end. After that their Daddies walked them over to the bar when they would rest and catch up. A bottle of wine was had alongside some pints for the Daddies. Lisa and Suzy were given only ones glass with a little water in a baby bottle each , with the rest for the ladies that joined them later. After getting close to the end time they had a taxi prebooked to take them back to where they were staying (at Lisas Mums again all four for the weekend). Chapter 28 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part four On Tuesday morning Lisas Daddy Steve who received a phone from the lesbian couple Jenn and Carlie, who enjoying fucking Lisa and Suzy on the Sunday at the kink event A rater interesting discussion was had. Steve was reminded she was three months pregnant. “What we want to do, if it is okay with then and yourself, is to borrow them for a few hours.” “For sex?” “Well actually… maybe a little but they mentioned they were ABDL? “”Yes…” “Long story short, I need some practice before the kid comes out of me. We want to treat them like babies for a day over here. This will get real life practice as the only family member with kids is miles away. We’d be happy to pay costs, and we would be happy for their Daddies to come to watch. First of all, what do you think?” “Usually we have to pay the pro Mummies who visit us! But I think both big babies would really love that idea…And if anything is unknown we can help a never changed them and looked after the for the same time.” “Well thanks”. “I will message them both as well as Suzy’s Daddy too.” All three gave positive reactions so they looked forward to the Saturday. Steve rang on Friday evening to get further details and was asked if they could bring the ABDL elements of their life like nappies clothing and baby milk etc and she would buy in lunch and dinner to say thanks (and instead of paying) Their preferences were double checked along with the address for the following day. After breakfast and a night at Suzy’s Mums house too, the bags were packed and they were clipped into the car belts like babies. After a brief drive they arrived and being welcomed and shown through to a spare room where it was happening “Morning Babies and many thanks for agreeing to this” “That’s okay. We have enough supplies to cover most things in both sizes.” “Thanks Daddies too for agreeing and driving these two little ones… how cute are these two in these onesies?” “Yes indeed!” A few ideas were given by the daddies that to change their nappies on a travel giant changing mat. After getting guidance how to do it, 15 minutes later and Suzy was cleaned with baby lotion, wiped and powdered and new nappy before replacing plastic pants and reclipping her onesie. As Lisa was similar (albeit a different size) that was a bit quicker too! After that it was their Daddies idea they played a couple of baby game with them while feeding them a baby bottle. After Patt-a-Cake, Hide and Seek. Simon Says and just before their fourth game Lisas Daddy said “Check their nappies before the next round? “Do I just unsnap the onesie and hand in?” “That should suffice…” “Yes both wet, but fine for a couple more rounds. “The fourth was Ring-a-ring-a-roses,, fifth Musical Bump…. “Okay I assume you will be wet ?” Wel yes but I think I am messy” Said Lisa “Me too Sorry Mummy” said Suzy” “Don’t worry that’s fine!” Your daddy explained what do to do with dirty changes too. After this one more round before we have lunch planned to arrive” “Thanks Mummy Jenn!” they both said. After a wet and messy change for both girls a game of Pass the Parcel, they were then called through by Carlie called them through for the lunch. It was a wide variety of pizzas and sides, a small pizza party, drinks and ice cream. “It’s a lovely home and dungeon you have here! Are you two looking forward to the baby’s arrival ?” asked Lisa “Very much so….. I’ve been firm and dominant as a woman The last little while it’s a bit less hard and more feminine and having more feelings than ever before over the last year and a half, while we did the IVF and preparing my body for getting pregnant?”. “I see.” So how long have you been babies?” Suzy said “I have potty problems most of my life in my case but decided to enjoy my life and not get depressed. I introduced Lisa to it (she was a bedwetter) at 19 and she’s been enjoying life more and more!” “Well that’s true. Since being teenagers we’ve grown sexually and found a couple of Daddies who took us to the kink event last Sunday” replied Lisa.” A suggestion was made by one of the daddies “Would you like to try feeding them baby style their puddings, I will show you how!” “Yes of course…” And she did, and the daddy even got a couple of bibs and baby bowls too. That was enjoyable before they decided to go back to the room for a split session of baby time and some sex with me?” “That’s a great idea!” When they went upstairs, Mummy Jenn stripped down to just her maternity bra, before asking Carlie to help her with strap on. Daddy Jeff said “Suggest you unclip the onesie, pull their nappy and plastic pants to one side, and you can pound their fluffs as they like that!” “Yes we do” Said Suzy back her Daddy and Mummy Jenn. “You first Suzy…. Ill lube you up although you seem a bit moist already.. “ “Well we’ve had a good time even before this bit” After some fluff pounding Mummy Jenn surprised her by then diving down to eat her for a few minutes. After orgasms throughout, it was Lisas turn for the same!” “We take a breather, baby bottles for you before some babyish fun again?” “Yes that’s a nice idea!” After another round of baby games their nappies were checked and both needing changed “Just wet this time… good babies for your Mummy and Daddies!” There was a little pee got leaked onto the nappies so their Daddies showed her how to swap round to dry onesie and plastic pants too. When they had finished their baby games, Mummy Jenni brought a wand to rub over their bits, to much excitement all round! Afterwards it was said “Now babies, would you like to see if I can manage a longer feed?” “What your Mummies Milk – yes please!” Two After feeding Suzy and Lisa to being full, Mummy asked if their Daddies has any more ideas for babyish or adult stuff?” “Well spankings… but you cant do that to real babies of course nowadays!” “Speaking my language I hear…. Daddies is it alight if I spank them?” “Of course no problems,” “Now walk through to the bondage room/dungeon and we can tan your little hides… BUT lots of aftercare and some apple juice in bottles for being so brave?” Now that is a good deal…” After their nappies were pulled to their waist they were placed over a giant spanking bench with room for her to get a whack in. “Now lie down Baby Suzy first…” After going to the indicated restraints, ten hand spanks on the bare bum, and ten with a small hairbrush. She took the restraints of, pulled her nappy and plastic pants back up and said “ Carlie will give you aftercare and some juice for being a good girl… “ “She was taken to anther bench and Collie rubbed rash cream on her arse before playing with her nipples and clitty. Afterwards it was Lisas turn next. As she was shorter it took a couple of minutes to adjust the height. But they both enjoyed the spanking and the aftercare too. “Dinner time coming soon, so let’s check your nappies… “”Yes fine” “Now downstairs for dinner, which is going to be a local Indian. After dinner they chatted and sadly time was at an end. “I enjoyed the practice and really enjoyed the fun part of it too!” said Mummy Jenni. “Hopefully we can meet again one day? “ “yes that’s amazing!” the babies agreed. REST OF WEEKEND IN CHAPTER 29 Chapter 29 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part five As they were leaving Mistress/Mummy Jenni was offered the chance to come view one of the two nurseries and maybe more play time. The next day was already booked by Jenni but she was free the following Saturday. This was booked, with When they arrived soon afterwards to Lisas family home, they went upstairs for checking (fine) before coming down to watch some Disney stuff for a couple of hours before cocoa and being taken up to bed by their Daddies. The following day was Sunday so another day off. Lisa asked (while being soon fed by their Daddies” “Daddy could we please to go to try one of our favourite weekend regulars - to give them some suppository play and tie us to the bed for a couple of hours? “Well you’ve been so good lately we could hardly say no” said Lisa Daddy Steve, bending down to kiss on the cheek. Afterwards they were taken up to one of the bedrooms, changed into 12 litre nappies and tied to the bed before suppositories were forced into their onesie, plastic pants and nappy. “Good girls… Enjoy… After a while your daddies would like you to suck them off while chained to the bed. In half an hour we will be back for you to suck us off, and we will leave you two hours in total?” “Yes Daddy sounds like fun…” Lisa and Suzy then started chatting to each other… “Are you pooping yet?” “Well just a little…. And one is out… “Mine too… and now the second one… here it comes oh my god…” replied Suzy. They were not wearing any other clothes but unlike an enema the noises are not that great, but some smell… After ten minutes they could smell each other and “I’m enjoying this” Lisa said, “me too baby Lisa, me too… “ “ooh yeah ooh yeah….” At that point their daddies walked in before the last round of “ooh yeah. Oh my god that was amazing…” Such good babies messing their pants for daddy just like the helpless babies you are, and even before we restrained you…Now open your mouths wide and suck until we cum … you know to swallow it…” “Yes daddy we will” They both opened their mouths to their naked daddies cocks down their throat”. After fifteen minutes or so they had all cum! “Your daddies will put something on while you lie on the bed in your wet and messy and cummy nappies!” “Thanks Daddies” Lisa said… “ The Daddies had put on cBeebies so they enjoyed the various cartoons and the like. As it transpired they ended up being 2 and a half hours but they were enjoying the telly so much they didn’t notice! They were unclipped when their daddies returned to say “30 minutes before Lunch, so we come to unclip you and also get you changed and all nice and clean little ones” said Lisas daddy Steve. The nappies held up to the job holding both babies messing, wetting and excitement too! They were both cleaned thoroughly one at a time on Lisas giant powered changing bench, before being walked down by their Daddies one at a time. Lisas mother made her regular Sunday roast dinner for lunch, which always goes down very well! Afterwards they said to their daddies “Fancy eating me – the other white meat?” “Always!” This was followed by regular (penis-in-vagina) sex too. After a while more fun after Dinner Suzy and Suzy’s daddy Jeff were heading home, and kisses on the doorstep followed before Suzy let herself in the house! Suzy’s mother told her “Another one of my colleagues is about to go on maternity leave. Dr Foster’s PA Stacey Gibbons with her second , you know her? “Oh yes”. “Well as you sometimes don’t mind covering more than just phones and reception, and you are currently part time, how would you like to job-share with Laura Smith you Mon Tues Wed AM as you do now, just slightly different work and we will arrange training for you both on Tuesday?” “Yes no problem! And you don’t need to worry about me ending up that way as I already a 2 year old in the ba-ck of my mind…” “yes as always Suzy!” “Although we say a pregnant woman yesterday and a week before too?” “Well just don’t get any ideas ???” “LOL very good”,.. never say never as they say?” ““So anyway are you okay in helping us Suzy” “Yes that’s fine by me… now can we talk about an overdye pay rise?” “Oh look BEDTIME”… “Okay mummy sorry to ask”. “But we might be able to do that at work tomorrow, as I will put you onto the payroll person as I think you are due an annual review?, now you mention it?” Of course you are part time but a rise in your hourly rate is possible. I know some of your office staff colleagues have had between 8 and 15 per cent more, with inflation at 9 per cent ?” “But how much of a pay rise did you get Mummy?” “Well definitely bedtime now! Come we’ll get you changed and off to bed” they said as she walked with Suzy up to her room. After getting her daughter changed and ready for bed, a quick kiss of Suzy’s cheek (looking tired) “I’ll see you in the morning, sweet dreams mummy’s big little one!” After closing the door “25 per cent” she said to herself,,, “But I will tell her in the ride to work tomorrow!” Working week and the first two day saw some interesting times for Suzy. As her mother said her HR person had called her into the office. Even given reduced hours she really appreciated Suzy’s work graft and being here 3 and a half years. So she was said 12 per cent rise for Suzy. However we will need to backdate it by five months (as they were a bit behind in the review). “Thanks Dr Hallen” she said. As her mother was in clinical session for all morning, she saw her at lunch “12 per cent, but a little date backdated by five months!” “I knew you meant as a joke but see it shows how busy we have been so busy all round, full stop.” Orla said to her daughter Suzy. “New relationship and getting hitched amongst the rest?” “Well it was true, but thanks Mum… “ Tuesday both Suzy and Laura Smith met up with Dr Foster and her PA who was preparing to go onto Maternity Leave. She explained next week shed still be there to help guide you through everything. In addition her Dr had a variety of non-standard stuff which is why she was training us up on their specialized system and the Doctors medical specialty (rheumatoid arthritis and other skeletal problems) and the explanation was quite interesting and not at all preachy. “For my first baby we didn’t train the replacement and that came back to… how do I put this politely… bite us on the arse” for humor all round and knowledgeable nods from the Doc… Heading home and when they arrived Suzy rung Lisa for a catchup and making arrangements for her turn at Suzy’s house! Wednesdays half day at work, so it came and went quickly. Lisa drove the shared car (with Suzy) to her work with her clothes etc. to her work and then afterwards drove it to Suzy’s home via their work, collecting Suzy and saying hello to her mother too! Their daddies hd preciously said no challenges today because as there was a collaring ceremony/wedding prep meeting mid-afternoon. After that, Lisa/Suzy went back to Suzy’s home for the start of a couple of nappy days of naughty and babyish fun. Chapter 30 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part six Friday saw three babyish challenges from their Daddies as per usual before the evening and weekend of fun together; 1. Two hours running around play usual your babyish things, but remove all your clothes but nappy and plastic pants. At this point double nappies – a basic medical one inside and a 12 litre one outside. Suppositories to be inserted by each other AND keep your nappy to for a full 3 hours. . Also send Daddys pictures of you topless and the after result. We want to see very full nappies and take pics every half hour of the outside! 2. Finger each other fannies, holding it inside as long as you can stand it but at least ten minutes holding in one time. . The giver should play with her clit, and you are allowed to cum! 3. Also spank each other. After breakfast they went straight into the first one on the list. “Lie back hunney bun… unsnapping your crotch… “ Lisa was first as she stopped down to her bra, removed are current nappy and replaced it with a basic medical nappy first, before the second one being a 12litre printed nappy, pulling her plastic pants before sliding her hand into her nappy pushing two suppositories up her bum”. Suzy was next with similar before sending the first pictures to their Daddies which went well “Having two nappies make you more or less waddle too, which is also what babies do. Lisa shit herself in record time (eight minutes, with more in fifteen) with Suzy doing one giant shit in ten minutes, with a small one five minutes. “Such good babies for your daddies in being a baby. Now keep your double nappy on 3 hours and send pics every 30 minutes so we can perve and see the nappy swell up like fuck?” Well with the mess it was starring to get big and feel heavy, while watching telly and playing in Suzy’s nursery. After an hour and a half an ordinary nappy alone would be leaking but the combination of two was starting to get just get heavy. Half an hour later / 40 later both babies passed another mess, meaning that the back felt like it was at capacity! Three hours in total the nappy was removed and immediately fell to the floor! The end result was plenty at the back and about 3 times more at the front of the girls piss! “That was amazing fun, I think we should maybe try doubling up in the near future…” They cleaned up before going for their lunch in the kitchen (another ready meal to share). After lunch they went back to Suzy’s nursery where both girls fingered each other – to much enjoyment with climaxes all round! - before spanking each other. A pizza takeaway went down equally as well. Then their Daddies went to the room “Its time for something after something you be discussed a little while ago…” The Daddies handed both of her babies a strap-on harness “Peg us now – and we’ve already emptied out with laxatives before arriving! “ The occasion was veery enjoyable and they were intended. They went to bed normally and looking forward to the Mummy and guests coming tomorrow – the very horny pregnant woman whop met her at the Dungeon Club before one week later took then to her dungeon / home for practice… Chapter 31 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part seven – concluding Friday and Weekend of Fun – part 1 After two unremarkable Friday night sleeps in their rooms in Suzy’s family home (with some sex with their Daddies just before sleeping and final nappy change of the night) . However Suzy got her regular period start overnight (not quite the full throttle as she’s still on the Pill, and was very wet., and some smearing to add to situation! Both were woke reasonably early by their Daddies, and were changed (nappies and into day clothes). Suzy’s Daddy noticed shed leaked a little wee and some blood too, so she was asked to take a shower (like if she’d messed herself and it goes everywhere, as it does on occasions) and therefore needed new plastic pants etc. as well as everything else . Her Daddy Jeff did not punish her but “that’s the problem with one nappy for everything , pee poop and periods” Very true Daddy , I’m sorry” she replied. “Why are you apologizing little one – no need to worry”. She had noticed – while Daddy must always be obeyed and he was generally fairly strict – on occasions he had a massive heart of gold. “I love you Daddy for showing your heart of gold off again” “ Awhh I am blushing! “Well you could have punished me - eve thought its not my fault?” “Ooh don’t worry .You will be getting plenty of punishments today – at least 3” “Good good babies excited” as her nipples were visibly turned on through her new clothes… “Did you just… “ “Cheeky Little One!” he said as a gentle pat on her very full bottom (12 lite nappy, plastic pants, onesie, her bra, tights, and a short dress covering close to her knee). Lisa and Suzy met up in dining room while the Daddies got there breakfast stuff sorted apple juice plus Suzy’s mums milk, latter straight from the source (as Suzy’s mum gave them both choice of that, a warm or cold bottle. Suzy’s mum added, before their Daddies gave them the plan, said to Lisa “Did Suzy tell you she’s going to be covering for another lady Doctors Secretary when she; s off on Maternity leave in a few weeks” “Just a little, tell me more Orla, sorry Please Orla?” “She Weill still be part time but this lady is one of the best PA’s we have . Very detailed and lots of sprit, insistent, but really funny and happy she is a hard act to follow, and she will help Tuesday to explain everything. Last time the person covering, was a bit of a disaster!” “Yes she is, isn’t she mummy?” “Careful Suzy! She was here before I started. And I am close to 20 years now working at the Surgery, and Suzy has been for a fraction of that. “Have you never wanted another little one of your own?” Orla was asked. “We never thought we could but then Suzy made her arrival, some years ago now. However she’s still a little one who keeps me on my toes, although her Daddy Jeff helps with the load”. Lisa replied with “that’s true. I guess we two just never want to grow up being babies, but still being adults too, you know, working?”. Both Daddies stood up but they waited for Lisa and Orla’s conversation to end. “Good Morning Our Lovely Littles” . Daddy Steve (Lisa’s daddy) said. “As you know Mummy Jenn and her partner are coming you. She will be mothering you two between now and dinner time on a soft basis . She will be playing games, changing and doing everything you two need, and the two Daddies chat to her partner Carlie will be chatting to your two Daddies. If you are both very good little girls, she might let you fuck her after lunch, she said. We will be helping with food etc. to mean she can concentrate on you too lirtle ones. This evening after they left, a Master Steve is coming to give you your punishments. Tomorrow we are taking to you to another one of those Glasgow Green park style ab/dl meetings, before we take you to the Little’s Lock In in Edinburgh” After going back to finishing with the feed and solid breakfast too, about 15 minutes later hey heard a car arriving and parking up! At this point they’d been in same nappies for an hour, fairy wet with all the juice and milk. When Mummy (Mistress) Jenn arrived, she hogged both before sneaking a nappy check “I will change you both in 20 minutes – go up to your nursery and I will change you both”. They then did as the were told, while her and her partner hugged the Adults.” Mummy Jen was up the stairs fairly promptly, to which she said “Suzy I will be gentle on you as your daddy said you had your period” to which Suzy’s face turned red while she lay down on the Giant Changing Mat first her before Lisa.” “Both your Daddies want suppositories to be inserted after I have cleaned up your little girl fluff fluffs” A wet and clean up both sides change and they were put back in their clothes, and she said “Now do you want to head downstairs little ones, or do you want to play in the Nursery?” “Nursery please, thanks Mumy”. While they were both already there, no action was needed on their part. “ She said “Before you two rush off, we are looking a expanding into having a proper ABDL Nursery” “Where abouts?” “Well that’s the thing. We are looking at a farm up the coast, plenty of room. So there will be a baby safe place for us two and the baby ,one AB/DL double nursery, one double dungeons. like we have now, and some rooms to allow 4 people in the nursery. So what do you think babies?” “That’s an amazing idea” said Suzy “As there are several dungeons locally but the only Nursery is in Glasgow! Lisa would you support that?” “Yes I would. A few others have come and gone in a few months you know?” “Thanks Little Ones. At your next nappy change I will let you hump your nap nap,,, “Yay”… “And as you are about to get suppositories in per your Daddy, Lisas Daddy was worried she might be constipated – but for both of you that might be sooner instead of later” After five minutes bent in a very uncomfortable position to let them both suppositories into their poop hole. However by this time its every day ! “ Suzy and Lisa was given more juice bottles before asking if they could go on Trampolines in 15 minutes when we finish a clapping game” “Is that a good Idea given we have a filled pooper?” Lisa asked Suzy… “Well wee night get the mess done with eh” said Suzy” “That’s true” replied Lisa. “Now drink 4 juices each, have you done that both?” “Yes we have” Showing her the empty bottles. Mummy walked them downstairs before going round the back to the giant Trampoline ,big enough for two. Suzy usually love this, Suppositories or not! With encouragement from Mummy to “Jump high girls. But tell me how long it takes you to mess yourself” they did as they would every other day. On the way our their Daddies suggested that both had hour on trampolines. After jumping around having fun, they both messed in less than 10 minutes after getting to the trampoline. Half way another stop and 2 more bottles of juice before continuing . So their nappies were noticeably full when jumping down to their supporting “Mummies so proud of you two! Now a deal is a deal, so come up to the nursery and Mummy will change you upstairs while helping you to hump your baby nap naps upstairs in the nursery,,, just be careful on the stairs just in case some poop comes out of your nappies?” After making it upstairs, Lisas nappy was fullest, so she was taken up to the Changing Table while Mummy Jen got the wand “Suzy can you hold this and move it as needed on your bff here” while slipping 2 lubed fingers were slipped under her onesie before her feeling around and 1 finger on Lisas clity, 1 finger inside her fluff, with Suzy not being liberal with the wand. She came quickly but Mummy continued 15 minutes of fun, hence multiple climaxes” She was then asked to get Suzy to jump up for the same! Afterwards the dirty nappies were removed before cleaning with a shower hose to clean both their fluffs, pooper too. “Thanks Mummy “ before changing into a different set of clothes (but identical) as there was a lot of mess. “Now as your were such good Babies for your Mummy , I will give you some of Mummy’s Milk to keep you going the next hour and a bit before lunch” she said while unclasping her Nursing Bra. Both were more than satisfied and Suzy went to her crafting work area, while Lisa was having fun in the play pen. All too soon it was lunch, and Mummy took turns walking both downstairs with reins, for maximum baby fun stroke embarrassment! CONTINUED CH32 Chapter 32 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part seven – concluding Friday and Weekend of Fun – part 2 Mummy Jen walked both Babies to the Dining Table, clipping them into their High …Chairs that fastened to the table, meaning they can talk to everyone (have had those for sometime. Jen fed Suzy while her assistant Carlie fed Lisa, spoon fed like an aeroplane. They had both enjoyed liquidized Lasagne before ice cream and Sticky Toffee Pudding, made into a mush for the big Babies, with lots of juice to wash all it down with! “Thank You mummies” they said.” Do you want to play outside just now with your Dollies and Mummy Jen out on the grass, little ones?” “Yes please – Daddy is that okay?” A nod gave them a quick “yay!” “Play nice girls, and I will let you screw each other next time I change your nappies – and Daddies said its fine and you can cum!” As Mummy walked them through to the grass, they played /with each others dolls, Patta-A-Cake and similar games. At 1 and a half hours their nappies were suitably full “Now will take you to your nursery and you can fuck each other!” clipping on their region again walking them upstairs to Suzy’s nursery for the another amazing moment. She put down a couple of giant bed pads on the floor, taking away their wet nappies, and put the clothes to one side. Both babies were down to just a bra, before Mummy unclasped them both too. After a short discussion it was decided Suzy would let Lisa play with her breasts while Lisa ate Suzy’s fluff, in a 69 story, before swapping sides. Mummy cleaned their fluffs all over, fitted a fresh nappy before helping with their clothes, one at a time. “For being such good girls” She said “Sit up for Mummy… some sweet baby food each washed down with my breast milk from the source” As she was alone she had to feed one baby at a time before letting them latch on together. “I’ll be lucky if my child is as well behaved as you two! Now do you want to watch some cartoons downstairs so you can also tell your Daddies all the fun we had today?” After running downstairs happily jumped up on their Daddies lap / next to them and do so, while Chuggingotn was played downstairs for an hour. Their home time came all too quickly, but they clearly ALL had great days of fun. As was said before, after dinner Master Steve was coming to give them their punishments. Their daddies fed them (sweet and sour chicken) while Master Steve was let in by Suzy’s mum Orla. They were then taken upstairs by both Daddies and Master, Suzy was told to go onto the changing bench, where she was tied with rope. “Your Daddies want you punished, one at a time, on your bum for 10 minutes before sitting back in your wet nappy for another 20 minutes before swapped” “Is there anything sexual we can do Master to not be spanked?” “No but you will be doing that, like it or not, during the 20 minutes first. Suzy is first… “ Suzy’s Daddy pilled the nappy to one side to expose her butt, while Master used a massive flogger on her bare bum before she had to suck (into a condom before that would be added to their next bottle (Suzy’s mums milk from a bottle) “You will swallow my cum in your baby bottle. Any problems we do this all over again? “ “No more than fare Master” said Suzy. And afterwards your daddies will spank you with a hairbrush too”. After her nappy being replaced by her Daddy , she was told to suck Masters Penis, until he cum, wearing a condom, for 20 minutes before swapping around for Lisa’s punishment. After the second lot, both girls were hairbrush spanked, standing up, by their own Daddies. They both got to swallow their cum-filled bottles before getting half an hour of aftercare -Lisa and her Daddy in the room she used for that. Master was allowed to pleasure himself in both rooms. “Now what do you say to your Daddies for bringing you to me?” “Thanks”. “I think you back through together for nappy change before sucking them off, tied to your beds?” Another pleasurable time was had. One more bare-butt 15 (but no tying them up) minutes spanking for both Babies by Master, before ended up as bedtime, and their Daddies assisted them to have supper, shower, cleaned up, new nappies, nightwear before a fuck sent them all happily off to sleep. (from Ch34 the Chapter Titles will revert to the previous as opposed to “Between the… as there is still a lot to do before then … not sure of time to type everything up!) Chapter 33 – Between the proposal and the Collaring Ceremony – part seven – concluding Friday and Weekend of Fun – part 3 After another great sleep they were woken by their Daddies. Sunday would be a bit more PG/Vanilla (second event was vanilla/kid friendly and first was in a public park!) but they both agreed its great to able to go out and meet other babies and bigs – twice in one day. 90 minutes apart, and 60-90 minutes travel to Edinburgh or Glasgow. So essentially a triangle trip Sunday. Suzy sits down next to Lisa at breakfast , while both Daddies Jeff and Steve sort their breakfasts” “Well after discussing my new – well temporary – work, your must be looking forward to you Daddy moving in…. when is it again” “Ooh yes counting down the days! A week on Friday so 12 sleeps in total” “Yes I remember now. Because this one (points to her Daddy) is moving in five weeks later”. After their Dadie’s both come over, they thank them with kisses!” “Remember the day plans for today” “Yes Daddy” they both said time. “We are leaving here for Glasgow Green in 45 minutes, with a nappy check/change stop in Stirling. Yes your Daddies got everything we need based on both last times, and a couple of surprises. Like we are taking both strollers so we can wheel you around! “ Thanks both daddies, and for bringing us there too!” Lisa and Suzy finished by saying Lisas Daddy move company are doing the packing up too. They were so excited - partially why they were ready waiting 10 minutes to go – and their Daddies strapped them in . “Good little ones for being on time, were you ever this ready for school. “We plead fifth we say Daddies” Lisa says after brief discussion. As they left both Daddies and Babies were chatting with each other. Suzy and Lisa played games with each other, with a babyish playlist playing on Daddies Jeffs car. They were having so much fun they’d not really noticed they were in Stirling, before the car switched off at Pirnhall Services (Stirling). As they’d had lots of juice and milk at breakfast, the nappy check by Daddy Steve walking round the corner of their car realized “Suzy your wet (after slipping a couple of fingers her skirt and onesie… shortly after Suzy’s Daddy checked and said “You are even wetter than Suzy for once….” He took the bag they had in the car and “Come on, Ill take you both to the Changing Places changing bench, Okay?” “Yes Daddy” they were taken away “Steve I will be back in 20, just off to change the babies” – to which broth went a little first. As Lisa was wettest she was changed first before Suzy was “Thanks Daddy Jeff/.. “ Lisa said before Suzy’s turn to lie down “You’re such a good pissy baby for your daddy today!” “Awwh no problem” Suzy said. After checking both were back to normal (Lisa did have one layer – her plastic pants - tucked in but Daddy Steve sorted that) They were both fastened in by their Daddy. They then went back to their games and Daddy gave them a couple of bottles (Aptimill formulae milk) as he clipped them both in to the car, before continuing to Glasgow Green. A few familiar cars were in the car park , but their Daddies got their Strollers out (Their Size like special needs strollers), and with a couple of bags each, they were wheeled in their strollers down the Park drive (solid not grass) before they got to the event itself. They were then unclipped so that they could join. First thing every time these visits was to hug the organizers. They knew each other from previous visit to her Nursery and obviously since these events started ; Mummy Lisa, Nanny Syliva and Daddy but usually a Baby Peter, who was in baby mode today! (ED: See previous story Baby Suzy At 18, Chapters28 to 36) “. Hello Little ones… great to see you both again! How are you getting on with everything changing soon?” “Well we are hitting the ground running Mummy L” said Lisa for the two of them, “Well its good you are so happy… I am looking forward to having you all for your honeymoon little ones! I will let you go and meet and play with the others”. Ther Daddies were hugged too before they put down bags of toys, snacks, new nappies and the like, down on one of the Park benches. “Okay, here’s your stuffie, paci, doughnut (wrapped)and a Bottle each. Go run and play with the your other fiends. Come back if you anything else. We will be checking your nappy in 45 minutes, and changing you if needed . Remember your Daddies can see where you are all times, and be good girls to the other littles, and play nice!” “OK Daddy!” They did with their friends a mix of little stuff (playing games etc). , and talking about their plans for their Daddies moving in. After 40 minutes Lisa whispered in her friends ear “I think you are messy. Shall we go our Daddies to check “ “Yeah probably for the best”. Suzy excused herself although at least one of littles knew by the smell and reaction “you’ve done a stinky” “Yes going to get changed … back later ok as my change might take some time! “ “Yes I know my messy changes quite some time” said Deliah. “I’ve only just lately started messing myself and my Mummy was worried so docs visit happening soon” The Daddies were chatting to the organizers. This time it was Lisas Daddy Steve who was on checking duty, so when they came to them, they said “We were just coming to check on you. “ Suzy said to both Daddies “I’ve made a mess and need a nappy change Daddy.” Lisas Daddy slipped fingers under both skirts “Oh yes you definitely and Lisa is wet and a tiny bit messy. As this is public Daddy will need to take you both to the Changing Places table. It’s only 5 minutes toddle. Now (putting baby wrist restraints on them, one each side, with a nappy bag on his back) come with me little ones!” As they did as they were told, they could see one other person waiting for it first” “Thanks for fixing us up Daddy”. “I will take Suzy in first as this only not much room, so if you wait while I am in with Suzy?” “No problem Daddy…. But I think I pooled too! “ “Well good you are here for a change”. After five minutes the other lady and Special Needs kid went in (looked about ten and no oner they knew though the ABDL circles etc._ in. 10 minutes later its Suzy’s turn while Lisa waiting. 12 minutes after she went in, with Lisa being told “Okay Lisa, you’re turn” Lisas change took close to 10 minutes and unusually again, she had more mess than Suzy! Her Daddy snapped the wrist links on them both before letting them go once they were in the grass “Now babies go back and play!” Sadly time got the better of them before closing time. They were taken in the car to a nearby McDonalds as per usual for Lunch. Daddies ordered them two Happy Meals each (the usual one Cheeseburger and Chicken Nuggets) as well as their own ones , and they returned to the car where the two babies were strapped in the car. They were given a bib before being able to feed each other. A further change each was required before driving to Edinburgh for the Lock In. A stop at Harthill Services (half way) showed both nappies were only a little wet, so they continued. Before going into the event itself, they had a nappy change both. Only in here were they able to dress as babies. They already had onesies on underneath . Their Daddies surprised them by unveiling two brand new lilac onesies with babyish prints. “Those for us? Aww thanks.” Their daddies changed them into their matching outfits. As other people arrive, a few people asked if it was same as earlier - “No, we just got them when we arrived!” Soon after the organizers – not same as the previous ones – were telling everyone what’s happening today and when. The doors opened up fully and then Suzy, Lisa , and their Daddies all headed in. Just like earlier on, S&Ls Daddies chatted with the bigs (including partners of the two organizers who are AB / one incontinent), and all the littles played in the fun areas. Suzy went to the arts corner while Lisa was enjoying the Ball Pit. They were checked and changed if required in the separate changing area) hourly as well as the babies all enjoyed the cake! After one change for them both they decided to swap to the Bouncy Castle for a short time before swapping round most of the areas in the Event space… their Daddies even spoon-fed them both smoke baby food too, with milk bottles again and bibs on! Sadly the event came all too soon to an end, similar to earlier on. A stop afterwards at Kinross Services for Burger King and nappy check (both were fine for the next 40 minutes or so) . A great day for everyone. As they drove home both littles dozed off in the back seat. Their Daddies said nothing apart from “aah bless them … worn out” . Tomorrow was a new week with work / AB/DL split week again, so an early (ish) nigh was right! Having read through the second half of the second story I see an error was made by me and the names of Suzy and Lisas Mothers names were switched by mistake, From Ch34 I have corrected before sharing these chapters .(Lisa's mother back to Polly , and Suzy's mother to back to Orla) Chapter 34 – A New Week with Surprises and New Ideas To Try – part 1 Suzy and Lisa (still at Suzy’s home) were both awoken by Suzy’s Daddy Jeff, and Suzy’s mother Orla . Lisa's Daddy Had left a note for her “Sorry early start work today, as well as going back home. Suzy’s Daddy Jeff will give you news and instructions for today. Be Good! Daddy S!!” After walking downstairs , breakfast sorted for both baby girls, before Suzy’s Dady Jeff stood up “Good Morning Little Ones… You were so tired last night all we could do was put you to bed early! We were so proud of you two yesterday – Lisas daddy Steve and me too – as you were so well behaved all day, and you were both a credit to your families. We were chatting on the ride home. Now do you remember Mummy Cazzy, who gave you hidden diuretics in your Baby Milk? Well she’s coming over this weekend. But she made another suggestion in relation to you using them every day”. “Huh?” said Lisa. “Yes I know you don’t need them but your two Daddies have been thinking about trying them. Obviously if you go nuts etc. we will need to stop. However it’s a one month trial for just now. We double checked with Suzy’s mother Orla– of course a nurse at your surgery – said there is nothing to say on paper that this wont work. Now Suzy, in the morning, when you pop your pill you will take one capsules, and then another one at lunch for now. Lisa, I cant remember he name of your autism meds – never do – but same dose. During the trial his might be augmented to 3 or 4 day,. The second one, you will take after lunch. Suzy’s Mum says she will get a doctor to sign two prescriptions to cover 120 each. That’s 4 a day for a month BUT we won’t get there for a few weeks yet! Assuming they don’t make you ill or anything , we will keep them going – so Suzy’s mum will get those signed off by a Doctor. It’s a generic script for Frusemide, so if one brand is out of stock, no issues there?” “Good thinking Daddy – I had to go to genetic contraceptives as we first started with one brand but eventually all went out of stock long term 3 times!” said Suzy . “So Suzy please bring them home on the way home. You both start tomorrow morning. During this time please be sure to put a stuffer pad into your Nappies and at every change.” “We understand make sense” “We have a giant case each coming today to Lisa's mum home so on the way home to drop in Lisa's extra potty pills, you will take the case over here! However if your Daddy says you need to take one there and then, you need to. Its sometimes under an hour. Good thing you have nappies? Secondly your daddies are both in agreement that we would like to see you plugged for one day a week. This is not to make you happy but a reminder Daddys in charge, and knows best! Initially we thought tomorrow at work. BUT with you starting the make-you-go-to-potty-more pills tomorrow, so we decided to give you a break. So you start Thursday BUT the next week Tuesday, you will go to work wearing an anal plug to work . As its your work its not one to make you excited or orgasm. They are metal, don’t vibrate are around a quarter bigger than your own play plugs. “Well Daddy always knows best” “Oh but you will get an enema first thing before hand – 2 liters each – and we will stick you on the big girl potty, for these enemas only. The idea is a Daddy will insert them before you go to work, and take them out when you get back. With you not be working Thursday we will start with 8 hours. Eventually we both want you plugged for 24 hours but we will increase slowly. We know it might be a mixed message – getting you pills to speed you up and slowing you 100% at the back one day a week – but I guess no messy diapers for 1 day so it all works out for changes?” Thirdly, with both Daddies moving in soon, we are thinking of getting a Mummy or Nanny part time on one of your Baby Days at home, like Thursday. See we want you to have best of both worlds, so that you can have a mummy / nanny to do things. Might be varied for a bit/ The pregnant Mummy Jenni is about to have her kid and one of her slaves is getting things ready to move to her new big home . The baby situation means probably 3 to 4 months before she can do it. We’d love you to be able to have sex with these Mummes i that’s something you don’t object to, or would you prefer just a baby Mommy?” “Yes to the sex please Daddy” “Well will make some calls! Enjoy both days at work, and I hoe Suzy’s training goes smoothy”. Suzy’s Mother drove her Daughter to work, while Lisa used the shared car to her own work. “It sounds like your Daddies plans are more like planning for a future tighter?” “Yes I’d say so” “So how do you think about that lot earlier on?” “Well its great that he always thinks of me may times a day, and also, that he keeps us on our toes… always potential surprises is fun for me?” They then arrived at the center before Suzy and mother Orla walked into the office. Suzy went to one of the side rooms for the training. The doctors PA thanked them both. She then explained the baby’s particularly doing cartwheels over her bladder, so a couple extra stops during the morning. She also said it would need to be an extended lunch – 1 hr 15 – as I have to chat to my Doctor about how the morning goals, and other times too. As the whole centre knew Suzy was incontinent, there was no need to have to explain… Suzy stuck her hand up “You could try some of my giant nappies?” (chuckles all round) “Well that’s certainly an option. Today however I am also being sick (holds up metal bedpan) hence I have this, as well as be in a room with a toilet next do. You get some specialist ones as well as NHS if I remember” “Yes that’s right” “When I had the last kid we had a couple from the hospital that were not much use! If this gets worse when I start on Mat Leave I’ll give your mum Orla a call or email for recommendations?”” Yes id be delighted” Coming up to lunch, and Suzy’s Mum borrowed her for a minute to give her the script in the hallway. It was suggested that Suzy dropped it off at start of lunch (a chemist was at the side of building, and they use there), and pick it up on the way home “Good idea Mum”… Love you!” Around the same time two giant boxes of stuffers – 8 x 48 stuff ers, arrived at Lisas mother Polly's home. So everything was going to plan for an extra wet tomorrow ! On the way home Suzy grabbed two sets of meds, her mum drove her to Lisa’s (dropping off meds and picking up stuffers) before continuing to their home for a shared family dinner. During a call between Lisa and Suzy, she messed herself so her mother helped her clean up. She put one of the medication strips and stuffers into her “Supplies to Change at Work” bag . She headed to sleep later with a big smile on her face. The following morning, she was woken up by her Mother. She reminded her plans, and she told you “As you start on Frusemide today, its an 8 litre nappy and a couple of stuffers. The reason for 2 is that she can pop out , take away a stuffer have way though and good for a bit longer. As its the first day I have put in your work bag 3 more nappies with 2 stuffers already – one for after lunch and a couple ” “Oh thanks Mum. So is this stuff bad normally? “ “Not at all. Many many of our elderly female patients can help them avoid going into retention or daily use of Catheters, you know? Its also used for people who get bloating, for those ladies who have had their first period onwards.” “So not shameful at all” While Suzy was wearing breakfast before going to work , she lurched forward a bit, similar to if she feels shed messed herself “Noe that’s an interesting feesling… VERY interesting....” “Its worked already?” “Yes a bit more than usual” “Aah yes I see that” Suzy’s mum when checking her diaper (hand down skirt) but you will be fine for work as were leaving soon. As I said to you in hot summers at school and when you were getting those heavy periods immediately after started your cycle, that’s what stuffers are for, remember?” “Thanks for caring and checking me Mum!” “I gave same advice to Lisas mum but she’s got 3 on her at work today” The ride to work was similar to yesterday but Suzy lurched forward again in the Car, and also stepping out the car!. Normally her nappy would be fine till lunch (unless leaked or messy), but during the morning coffee break, she used the opportunity to check in one of the work bathroom. Upon slipping her plastic pants to the floor, she could see stuffers were doing their job but bottom stuffer was dry .She did as her Mum suggested - ripping off the top stuffer and putting it in the sanitary bins before continuing. Lunch came, and Suzy’s mum was free for a short time. Sitting down together, “how’s it going today?” “Very well I thank you. About to take my second capsule while doing my change.,.. and you’re right, the stuffers work?” “By this time next wake you might need four changes a day even with stuffers… it kind of increases effective every day, even before going beyond 2 a day.” “Well thanks for heads up!”. “And that’s without that thing up your ass!” “If you need help or any help / extra change help then ask your Trainer to ring me okay Suzy?~ “And don’t forget to use powder and cream!” “ She went to the bathroom she usually uses for changes, as this one has a giant nappy bin… (Talk of then getting a Changing Places facility for everyone, in 3-4 weeks - not just the staff – three of which have bladder problems including Suzy – two bowels issues including Suzy ! !) Doing what she normally does, she slides the toilet door to closed down, and slips off her skirt and plastic pants . Tearing away the heavier than usual nappy, she puts cream on, as well as loo roll to clean her vela area. She remans stood up, placing her nappy around the back of her own bum, while leaning forward a little to get the side wigs and tapes close, snug but not too tight. An extra shake of powder in her nappy, and plastic pants (using a dry wipe of usual). When she returned to work (after swallowing her second capsule), she did find a few similar feelings to earlier on but she didn’t fidget – or indeed need to fidget bar once. As with last time, at her post lunch coffee break, she pooped to the loo. This time both stuffers were sodden BUT she had half a cup less the morning? Once again her Mum had saved the day. After being excused at the end of the day she went to Mum “Yes you were right – despite half a cup less to drink, both stuffers were soaked! “ “Well no training tomorrow but you are a half day. Think we might go to 3 or 4 stuffers tomorrow. But did you enjoy day better “ A bit , still day 1 so we will see” “Well that’s good news! “I cant wait to chat to Lisa but she sent me some positive messages earlier!” “When we get home I will put you new nappy with 3 stuffers before I make dinner and I will check you every hour” ”Okay Mum I appreciate it!” “I still cant make it that you make the best of having potty problems, now trying to get even wetter” Indeed she did change her – 3 stuffers , a fresh pair of plastic pants, extra powder, extra baby lotion and rash creams -oh yeah a nappy.. just when sitting down half an hour later for dinner she lurched forward a little. “Sorry this time I’ve messed but not a lot , I will be fine! “Ok Suzy…. Messy nappy aside, her mother found 25 per cent wetter than normal for an evening. However the 2 stuffers her mother found that no extra changes or leaks happened. Suzy’s call with Lisa revealed shed had an amazing day – even with extra wetting herself! Bedtime and another routine change into another 8 litre nappy “As we wont know how the night will go until after it happens, Mummy has added 6 stuffers to the nappy, as well as rubber pants as a third layer over plastic pants. Just as well her Mummy did – because the nappy was extra wet (50 per cent wetter) but she slept soundly all night long. No leaks, no problems… Lisa had the similar extra combination and she was also slept through the night too! Wednesday – even more fun – in next Chapter! Chapter 35 – A New Week with Surprises and New Ideas To Try – part 2 Both Daddies had “Good Morning” posts in their four way text thread with their two Babies. They showed their Mothers who nodded and “Even more fun for you (giggles)!” Daddy Steve Hello Little Ones! Further to yesterday’s chat, we spoke to Mummy Cazzy. She did make a suggestion we had not been suggesting, but it looks at She has given another suggestion for you to try. IF your body tolerates the diuretics without any severe problems she will start you some extra things to make you have more messy accidents when not plugged up. There are two things she suggests. A medium acting laxative 3 times a day- later 4 – as well as a bulking agent, lactulose. To help thins this weekend Mummy will give you a few single use enemas 3 times on Saturdays, 1 on Sunday. After this weekend it will make you generally mess yourselves in a couple of hours. For the days when you are plugs at work you can hold off lunchtime dose until 2 hours before hand. As you will remember from when you have sex with your Daddies in quick suggestion – less and less cum and he takes longer to cum – the lactulose is a bulking agents. So that instead of making the same amount come out over a few messing, that’s what Lactulose – like diuretics adds pee… similar to the fibre supplements Suzy took in her teens but only a thick clear liquid. They are over the counter so no prescription. Incidentally you’ll be sucking us off after enema session – bottom cuffs to your ankles – but your top hands will be free so you can play with yourselves instead minus the bottom cuffs. You can do this two times a month BUT if no Daddy is there, you can play with yourselves instead. We will start you on the third dose at teatime of the diuretics, frusemide. There are some other similar natural pee pills that we might try in future. You’ll also be drinking your daddies - or some else – piss starting with Friday – at least four bottles a day, gradually going up too. Mummy Cazzy has asked us to give you a big dose of diuretics Friday and Saturday nights – as well as 12 lire nappies over an 8 litre, some stuffers, plastic and rubber pants for bedtime. She will be her bang on 8am, your Daddies will get your breakfast, and let her in, come up to you. She will bring the pooping supplies, and she suggests going up to a 12 litre nappy at all times, while you are getting laxatives. Many more of those, for you taking to work, are coming tomorrow at Lisa's place. So we will be starting you with extra messing on Saturday. Again, for a month trial begore permanently. Maybe in the future we can decide if you prefer plugged every day or the extra messy nappies after both trials. We know you love the messy feeling and sensation sometimes but you might like plugging too! For tomorrows plugging you will be allowed the nappy to empty out before hand , as opposed to having the big girl potty. As this is NOT at work we will allow you to play with yourselves tomorrow. We would encourage you to use a small strap on just to kind of move the plug even deeper as well as wands at the front too! We looked around into getting some Mummies for all or part day Thursday and we think we have found temporary from next Thursdays till the other mummy returns after having her aby . We have alternately week early Mummy Lisa and Nanny Sylvia! They cant come tomorrow, but we have a Mistress sand a Slave – Mistress Brittany and her slave Karen. Mistress used to date an AB but she has put nappies on for punishments and the like since. However her Slave is an interesting person, and she loves toilet play. She especially loves playing with catheters, other people and herself. Apart from nappy changes and fucking you both, (taking turns) a couple of ideas we discussed were you drinking their piss, each will insert suppositories and mess. Instead of shitting all over you, they will use a bedpan. They will put their poop into a new nappy for you - 3 hours you will l need to wear their crap in your nappy. They know that you be plugged. In addition we’ve spoken to your family about drinking their piss, when at home. For these people we are some pee funnels, for ladies and men. Today's Challenge (1 as working half day) – We also suggest trying orgasm control. Give each other suppositories and finger fuck your BFFs Muff BUT They are not allowed to cum for 5 minutes after the messing! Enjoy! Daddy Jeff and Daddy Steve” Suzy’s Mum said “BTW they are putting in the Changing Places bench is going in at work on Friday, so on Monday/Tuesday you will see. I did give you similar nappies to yesterday , but with an extra stuffer added to them! “Thanks Mummy for looking after me again! “ “And I have packed your things for things for a few days together with Lisa. Just double check it all” “Yes – I will get my pill supplies and the stuffie I slept with last night”. “I will leave them i=n the front area so I can grab after work with Lisa driving me.” Similar to yesterday Suzy was driven to work by her Mum, Orla. No training today BUT she was doing Receptionist work today. At coffee break she went through to the loo, seeing all 3 layers sodden through! Before Suzy left she changed herself into another nappy to ensure she was dry and clean for the car and lunch on route to Lisas place. Lisa collected her after half day too, using their shared car, and took her to Suzy’s stuff before going for a couple of Happy Meals, before getting to Lisa's Home. At the restaurant they both checked each others crotch (while in car) so they headed for a change first “Mum I awl come down soon, just changing each others nappies!” That’s a good idea!... hi Suzy…” They changed each other before “Hello Mummy Polly” “Hi mum!” Lisa's Mummy Polly replies; “Its good you had no wedding/collaring stuff to do today, so we can see you both earlier. You said you were getting some food, but are you needing any more, or anything else I could do for you?” Lisa replied “Well 2 happy meals and a McFlurry each, so not unfry. But for us taking back to my Nursery could we please have a couple of baby bottles each? Mummy’s Milk for me, and Suzy?” “That’s fine – your Mummies Milk for me too, thanks Mummy” “Well as I knew you were both coming I was pumping yesterday and today, and the bottle warmer and a couple in the fridge too! I’ll grab them now for you now?” As she did those, coming back a few moments “Thanks Mummy” Said Lisa. We will give you a shout if we need anything else. I know you will be up to check, like standard, on us in an hour as usual!” with Suzy and Lisa walking back to Lisas nursery”. Lisa asked Suzy “have you messed yet today?” “Not yet? “ Then we will do daddies request with Suppositories now then. Can I do it first as I feel a poop might be coming soon?” “Yes jump up on the cot bed, bum first, and I will slip those in?” Suzy inserted Lisa's suppositories as requested before getting both suppositories deep into her BFFs poop hole” “Thanks hunney, help me lie on the bed and unbutton my onesie and play with me?, I cant cum until 5 minutes after I poop myself no matter how much cunny play you give me – or at my discretions - “Ooh yes, looking forward to doing the same to you and then never letting you cum?” “Touche, we got each oter1” before continuing with the Challenge. Suzy lubed her fingers, and used her small finger to massage her clitty with massive force. 1 minute later, she placed one finger in her muff, then 2 fingers in her best friends muff… Lisa gasping faster and faster and when she pooped after 10 minutes, she very nearly climaxed BUT Suzy placed a finger in her mouth to try and stop her climaxing. At the same to which Lisa Gave Suzy the thumbs up! After 8 minutes more pleasure and setting in her own filth – 20 minutes of pleasure and another 2 or 3 since suppository was inserted, Lisa was getting more and more happy. After Suzy gave her permission, two climaxes in seconds, before a couple more when she laid down on the bed. Suzy was similar but she somehow took – veery unusually - 25 minutes before she shit herself. ( had come out – like they sometimes did - and she was still waiting for the second one, and the poop was massive) 10 minutes later it was her to cum, with a triple climax in seconds of each other! Lisa did similar o Suzy BUT with her paci/dummy after a few minutes, thumbs up to Lisa! Then they laid down on the bed for a bit. Lisa’s Mum was texted before the challenge “not to cum in for a bit as about to fuck each other”, and 10 mins later afterwards” Ok you can come in and check!” “Hello Mummy…” as Lisa mummy Polly came in . Lisas mum could smell they’d both ,messed , while a more regular check showed them both very wet – pee and some little ejaculate too “OK you both clearly need a change. Suzy’s clearly more in need of a change first with all that mess, and a little looks like last day of her period? Afterwards Lisas turn. Afterwards we can put cartoons on here or in bedroom while I nurse you both on the nursing chair, or the sofa through there, breast feed you from the source , and bring a couple of sweet treats???” “Fine Mummy, could we do cartoons and feeding through on the sofa mummy?” “Yes… now Suzy jump on the changing table” While Lisa waited a bit longer than usual , Lisa pooped again so 2/3rds the size of Suzy’s- but no more that day. Mum then took one baby at a time , walking them through both hand-in-hand through, but without wrist links this time. Suzy was breast fed first “me please and thanks Mummy Polly! while a Disney various cartoons were playing in the mix in the background. A couple of hours later they were changed (not needed after 1 hour - despite wetter but with 3 boosters each working well) as Lisa's mother was making dinner for 4 – both Baby Girls, Mummy Polly, and Lisa's father who was at work). She was making a baked Macaroni and Cheese (Lisa' mother explained its a change from her usual lasagne - and the pieces are easy for babies to eat!) she had prepared that morning – as she had her daughter and an extra guest (in her BFF Suzy). After smelling the food coming out Lisa and Suzy came in Lisa's father, Brian, came through the door. After Dinner, Suzy and Lisa returned to the television. Both their Daddies took tuns to ring their Little ones. Suzy's Daddy (Steve) would be popping round for the first Plugging Session before work. Both Daddy Steve and Lisa's mother would help with enemas. Everything else as planned Monday and Tuesday. A few routine nappy changes, a lot of laughing and cartoons, and sadly it was coming up for bed. Both babies were showered, lotioned, powdered, rash cream applied, Both baby girls had same as earlier on (8 litre nappy plus 3 stuffers and plastic pants) but as it was bed - double stuffers and both plastic pants and rubber pants) under their onesie before putting on their nighties (night gowns) etc. As only two Baby Girls they slept together in the crib – which Lisa's mum closed the front gate of the crib and they were tired so little more than taking a couple French kiss, before kissing each other (to finish) on the babies crotches. They slept soundly all night, no leaks or anything. , bur heavy nappies for them both! Wednesday Below; Chapter 36 – A New Week with Surprises and New Ideas To Try – part 3 Both babies were woken 7.15am with both Suzy's Daddy Jeff and Lisa's mother Polly. “Morning sleepiness beauties” . Both Jeff and Polly were carrying enemas, and Jeff a small case . They put them all done on the bed. Polly opened the front door of the crib and very quickly changed (no wipes etc as those would happen after later changing at the plugging) into 12 Litre nappies each. Lisa's mum Polly took her daughter to her changing table. She had a new nappy on, and Polly said “Right Budge up Polly so we can get the enema in... this time 2 litres warm water and a little soap” “Shortly afterwards, Suzy's daddy did the same with her enema. It swelled both girls up massively. After the nozzle was removed they were swapped to lie upwards. Both girls had started messing themselves within 2 minutes! They were left four 20 minutes. Lisa's mum Polly did the changing, cleaning up with some extra cleaning foam, as well as warm water on the bottoms, before 8 litre nappy and 3 stuffers “Right Jeff do the plug on Suzy while I now do Lisa. Jeff are you okay with fastening her nappy tapes, putting her in her plastic pants, bts, and the onesie I left for her, then walk her down for breakfast” “Would be my pleasure”,,, now big breath out my little one. There is plenty lube but this might hurt... Good girl taking such a good big plug for Daddy!” As the end of the Suzy's list, Lisa was plugged up “You heard what I said to Suzy?” (she nods). Good Girl your daddy will be very proud of you”. Around 10 minutes later Polly and Lisa went downstairs too. “I have a couple of sweet treats each with Lisas Mummy for being such a brave girl .. proud of you... You have a couple hours peace and this one time you are allowed to cum when you play with each other soon. Remember just after lunchtime the new Mistress is visiting you both” (kisses her cheek) Sadly he had to go to work, and be fact she could barely sit made her feel even more babyish! Lisa acme down stairs “i feel like I am waddling today...but I guess we will get used to them, Thankfully not at work” she said” She sort-of-squats lieing down similar to Suzy stretching on the sofa. “hello baby Lisa” “hello baby Suzy” while Lisa's mother was getting both breakfasts ready, feeding each baby one at a time (Lisa first food and juice while Suzy was given a warm bottle of Polly's milk. Her own daughter was given one bottle to finish before Suzy got the breakfast! Afterwards Lisa and Suzy asked Lisa “Are you okay” “Yeah I think so” Suzy then playfully laid a spank on her butt. Lisa mouth opened “ooooh..... lets go to my room, watch TV and play with each others butt” “Yes coming...” “Little ones let me know if you need anything?” “Yes were about to play with each other so shall we say check in an hour and a half?” “No problem babies!” … and it was even better than before. No penetration so just a small dildo on a strap on harness to make the ginormous metal butt plugs even more fun! While the whole thing was meant to be so they'd slip it under their working clothes, and with a lock so they could be placed in Chasity eventually at work but not the front so they were free to change their own nappies at work. However they were enjoying being given the time to cum and play with each other! While they have played with the anal plugs before they were generally for pleasure and not to remind them that Daddy knows best but also always thinking of them, with all these new fun ideas! And both Daddies have the connection through to the CCTV “Oh god that's horny” said Suzy's daddy by text when kissing. So always watching too! After screwing Lisa's plug giving her two orgasms before lieing down back down, similar to a post-coital glow. Suzy asked her “Looking forward to this afternoon too?” Lisa said “Yes very much! Now before we swapped sides, I really enjoyed you french kissing me as we fell asleep. Could we have a quick five minute one more?” yes … I did enjoy... now come here and stick your tongue down my throat!” After that it was Suzy's turn, with 3 orgasms before lieing down again post-coital again. “Shall we play with each others boobies next dafter your Mum comes to change us in a few minutes, as we have lunch a little earlier at 12.00? “Oh yes... when kissing I was resist the urge to take tour onesie off – then keep going until just in your nappy... you know?” “Oh yes me too,... but how about we keep beyond playing with each others boobs till tomorrow, with the time being short”? Daddies had not given challenges as they would be instructed by the insisting Mistress and Slave visiting from 13.00. However Suzy told both daddies their idea for stripping each other naked using the group text, and both Daddies approved. This was also suggested we would make that make that one of tomorrows Challenges. Lisa's mother arrived as planned. Two routine (but getting wetter than ever, as predicted!) so she said “So you don't leak I will put in a fourth stuffer for you both. We knew it compound Suzy's mum / nurse Orla said. Lunch in the oven and please come down in 25 minutes. Shall we play with each others boobies” “Oooh yeah... … and they did have a lot of fun! 10 minutes each, with eyes on the clock, they ran down to find Mum getting the last things ready before taking out Cumberland Pie for all three of them (the two visitors next were eating before their home) She also said “Your Daddy got you a cream cake each, and your favourite flavour of ice cream – Strawberry Cheesecake for Lisa and Pralines and Cream for Suzy” “Does daddy know us or what” Cream cakes in fridge with ice cream in freezer. I will get ice cream now and if you are still hungry ; we can get it out OR can keep to go with Lisa's father bringing home tonight's Pizza takeaway on the way home from work tonight.?” “Thanks very much Mummy!” “Your Daddies also got me a cream cake – had it at 10.45 – they are all jumbo cream eclairs – and he got me Cookie Dough flavour ice cream too. Would you like to spoon feed each other; getting you each a bib and some baby bottles of apple juice” “Come sit down baby” said Lisa to Suzy who got fed first the pie, the ice cream, Lisa then got the same before they decided to have the cream cakes as they still had room, they said. “Probably that giant enema made you hungry eh ones?” Lisa's mum said to them both. “Now you will need to come with me so I can change your nappies before your next guest arrives in 10 minutes or so – I have messaged them the door is off the latch so I don't have to interrupt your changes for the door... Good idea and thanks Mum“ as all three follow each other . After checking both were very wet and she did her daughter Lisa first on the changing table. Two lots of powder (incl plastic pants) and baby wipes to clean up her entire vulva area, new nappy stuffers, then baby lotion and nappy rash cream. “good girl Lisa” she said as she pulled up her plastics and snapped up the crotch snaps of her onesie . “Right Suzy jump up, your turn” After pretty much the same, they all went downstairs together, just as Mistress Brittany and Slave Claire were arriving. With the slave on the nearside, Mistress Brittany driving. They both got our the car, Mistress snapped her fingers a couple of times, and her Slave got their stuff they would need (in 2 lots). “Goo she was a it dffernt, d Slave! Now follow me” she said walking through the front door. “Hello, you must be Polly. I am Mistress Brittany and this is one of my slaves, Claire! And these two little's must be why we are here!” “Yes indeed! (Polly hugs both). The shorter one is my own baby Lisa, while the tall one sat down too is her BFF Suzy” “Now I was told we do this stuff upstairs . My Slave will take one at a time unless one of you wants to give her a hand?” “Yes Mistress” Suzy said .Now if you two little's stay there for now I will have a word with Lisa's Mummy, and then Mistress will be up in around 15 Minutes? “You're very lucky they are so polite, so eager, so happy” “Yes indeed. When my Lisa was 19 things were different. She still wet the bed but kept it a secret. Suzy was double incontinent all her life and never fully grew up so she was a teen baby (now Adult Baby). She discussed things with my Lisa, and L said she would always like to try being a big baby too. She suggested asking me. I agreed for a 2 week trial, and shes never really looked back! And now she has found only found an amazing friend Suzy, but they have now got big Daddies of their own! Loves of their life. Suzy really brought Lisa out of her shell, she was so... reclusive, reserved, secretive you know?All because we allowed her to be a big baby and enjoys her problems like Suzy – and now, thats my Lisa. Happy. Confident. Approachable. And all because I allowed her to be in nappies every day, and dress like a baby when she can (unless work or college). I support my family through anything, but that Steve is one of a kind, I know its firm and consensual, but I've never seen her happy than with Steve , you know ?” “Yes we met him first at a Dundee Fetish Munch in town” Lisa is the youngest of three daughters, all jhad their own issues but the other two are married. As you'll know they both popped the question so they are getting collared and married, I hope together forever, like their sisters!” “Well you are certainly been a lucky Mother !” A few minutes more chat while Slave Claire was unpacking everything ready and being shown where everything was in the bedroom. Mistress Brittany followed upstairs soon afterwards “Hello little ones...) REST OF THURSDAY, ALL FRIDAY IN CHAPTER 37 ...

Long time lurker. This is the first story I've ever written. It's set in @bbykimmy’s Keeperverse. I haven’t seen a story set here in a while, so I thought I’d write my own. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s a world where people can randomly pair off in a biological bond of Keeper and human pet. The pet is legally owned by the Keeper and kept in diapers. Like an ABDL dynamic, but a publicly understood and accepted phenomenon. @bbykimmy's story Keeper's Pet got me to see how hot petplay can be, and Jeff’s Story by @justforfun solidified it for me. I definitely "borrowed" a lot from those 🙂. I tried my best not to contradict established lore. It’s a fun sandbox to explore. As a disclaimer, I’m not much of a writer. I’m not really concerned with things like story structure or pacing. This is just pure smutty fantasy for me. Also it’s not short. I like the little details of scenes like these. I have 40k words written so far. Hope you enjoy. *** Chapter 1- Undone I was clamoring through the halls of an office building on my way to a client meeting when it happened; the earth-shattering, mind-altering experience of the Bond. All it took was one shared look. A single moment of eye contact. You think you know who you are, and what your life is, and then in a split second everything you thought you knew is swallowed up by a single desire; be near her. Do anything you have to be hers and please her. Her eyes, her scent, her warmth, her entire aura become my world in an instant and eclipsed everything else I had ever experienced. We shared that look of shock, realization, horror, and most of all, deep affection, and that was it. The Bond. “Come here, pet” was all it took for her to say and I was a submissive puddle. My head buried itself down into her chest as her arms engulfed my body. I barely even noticed the tears in my eyes or the warmth spreading in my pants. Picture the safest you’ve ever felt. The most loved. The most you’ve ever felt like you belonged. And then multiply it by ten, twenty, by a thousand. It still wouldn’t come close to the Bond. But after you’re hit with the flood of animal endorphins, a flood of human anxiety mixes in. What about my life? My future? My freedom? What, I’m just a pet now? I can’t be just a fucking pet! Who even is this person? But a truth you feel in your bones fights those doubts; she’s my Keeper. We had slumped to the floor against the wall where she held me, softly shushing my whimpers and stroking my hair. “I’m here now. I’ve got you, pet. You’re safe,” she cooed, “I’m going to take care of you. You're mine.” Everything went fuzzy. I didn’t know if we were there minutes or hours before my brain turned back on. I opened my eyes and saw a few people staring at us out of a door down the hall. Seeing a Bond take hold wasn’t that uncommon, but like seeing a police scene, everybody always wanted to gawk. I felt half-dried tears on my face as I pried my head out of her chest to look up to her anxiously. My eyes met hers. Her eyes. Oh my god, her eyes. Like two pools of forever telling me everything was going to be okay. “Well hey there.” She spoke so gently, warmly inviting me into her presence. “That’s one way to meet someone.” We shared a small laugh through the awkward confusion of what had just happened. “Hi,” I said meekly, words escaping me. “Hello, Oliver. My pet,” she said, as if confirming it for herself. “You— you know my name?” She held up my wallet. Duh. “You were pretty out of it. I guess I just had to know who I was holding in my arms.” “Oh.” “I’m Annie.” Annie. Like a tidal wave her name washed over me and solidified her identity as my Keeper into the deepest parts of psyche. My world’s name was Annie. She had wavy, auburn hair that fell just beneath her shoulders. She was a little shorter than me and somewhere around the same age best I could tell; 30-ish. Her impossibly brown eyes smothered me like a comfy weighted blanket. And she smelled incredible. I’d never smelled anything like it before. I now felt my wet pants, soaked with my own urine, which had cooled. My face burned with embarrassment and shame. I was just lucky my bowels didn’t let loose too. The Bond made pets varying degrees of incontinent and I had heard of it happening. “What does this mean?” I asked. “It means we’ve found each other. I’m your Keeper, and you’re my pet. The rest is just…details, that we’ll figure out. But we’ll be together." Warm contentment rippled through me upon hearing her words. My Keeper. “You alright, Annie?” a male voice called down the hall. I couldn’t bring myself to tear my gaze away from Annie to see who was intruding on our embrace, but I hated him for it. “Yeah, I’m good, Mark,” she called back. “Just a bit of an unexpected situation, here.” She laughed a bit. “Could you do me a big favor? Go get Kaitlin and tell her I need a ride?” “Of course!” And I heard a door close. “I have my car here,” I blurted out, without thinking. She laughed, like the way you would at a child who has said something amusing. “So do I, sweetie. But now that I’ve found you, I just don’t think I can let you go. It’s easier if someone drives us.” I felt stupid. Of course we wouldn’t be taking my car. It just stopped being my car at all, didn’t it? I thought. Pets can’t drive. I then noticed the familiar weight of my keys and phone was missing from my pockets.Where does she want to take me anyways? My breathing quickened as another sense of realization over my situation was setting in. She probably didn’t want to let go of me because she didn’t want to risk me running. A twinge of panic. My body tensed and adrenaline flooded. I have to get my life back before it's too late. Maybe the Bond hasn’t set in fully. I tried to shift my weight to get my legs under me in order to make a break for it. “Shh, shh. No.” She gripped my limbs tighter. “You’re okay. Look at me...Look at me, pet.” Despite the fear, something deep inside me compelled me to obey her. “You’re safe here with me.” My breathing slowly steadied as she pet my hair and brought me further into her arms. “Good boy.” Those last two words. They hit me like a ton of bricks. My focus blurred like a shot of heavy pain medication just entered my bloodstream. It felt wonderful. I only heard Annie’s half of a conversation that somehow felt far away as someone else approached us. “Yeah, that would be awesome… There’s one a few miles from here…Yes…Thank you so much, Kaitlin, seriously. Yeah, I—I just don’t want to let him go; he’s still shaking…Okay…Yeah, thank you! We’ll be out there in a minute.” She turned back to me. “Okay, honey, do you think you can walk with me?” “Where are we going?” I asked anxiously. “There’s a pet store close by where we can figure all this out.” Another wave of adrenaline. “No, I don’t wa—” “—Yes,” she interjected firmly and decisively, like it wasn’t up for debate. “Be a good boy for me, okay?” I wanted to. I wanted to more than anything. Against all rationality I wanted to earn her praise, even if it mean going against my own interests. She helped me to my feet, keeping me close to her with a firm grip of my hand in hers. She pulled my head into her shoulder as we snaked through the winding hallway of the business complex, with a few pairs of curious eyes on us. I was now acutely aware of my soaked jeans. Annie led me towards the entryway and out to a car waiting outside, where she carted us both into the backseat. She was clearly aware of my panted breathes because she quickly pulled me back into her chest. The ride was a blur. Annie kept cooing soft reassurances to calm me, only breaking to tell Kaitlin where to go. I felt uncomfortably warm and was already starting to sweat. Soon we were at a human pet superstore, the kind I would previously pay no mind to as I drove past. There was a side entryway to an intake area for newly bonded pets. As we got out and approached the entrance I reflexively jerked away from Annie, who kept a firm grip on my hand. “No, Oliver. Stay with me,” she ordered firmly, but with affection in her voice. Every instinct in me was telling me to run, to salvage my freedom. Every instinct but one; stay near Annie. That one was stronger than all rest. In through the doors we were quickly greeted by a uniformed employee behind a desk. “Hi there!” she chirped. She approached slowly and spoke softly, no doubt for my benefit. “I’m Jenny. Looks like we have a new Keeper and pet?” I’m sure it was painfully obvious who was who in that equation. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact and just held Annie’s hand tighter. “Yes, I’m Annie, and this is Oliver.” “Hi, Oliver,” she said, her voice dripping in condescension, like she was talking to a child. I didn’t look up. “Let’s get you guys into a transition room and I can walk you through what happens now. Follow me.” I looked over my shoulder at the automatic sliding doors. One last chance at freedom. I almost got my muscles to obey my desire to run before Annie firmly tugged my arm and I felt helpless to break away from her. Jenny led us into a room and quickly shut the door behind, locking it. It was like a normal medical room, except there were two exam tables, one of which that had a cage mounted atop it. Not to mention the human pet paraphernalia on the shelves. Seeing the cage, I instinctively began to whimper despite myself. Annie turned me to her and brought her hand to face. “It’s okay. You’re okay, pet.” If she said it was true then it must be, because she was my Keeper. “Alright,” Jenny began, “I know there are a lot of emotions and confusion happening right now, but I’m going to walk you through each step. First things first, we should get him cleaned up. His body is shifting rapidly, and his rising body temperature and continence are the quickest to change. This clothing just isn’t suitable for him. Let’s undress him.” “Right,” Annie replied. She reached the top button of my shirt and brought my hands up to block her. I whined, “No! Please, I—” “—Oliver,” She grabbed my hands, “If you can remain calm, I promise I won’t put you in the cage while we get you ready, but I need you to behave and listen, okay?” She said she needed me to. That was all I had to hear and my overwhelming desire to please her did the rest. “Okay?” she asked again, more sternly. I nodded meekly. “Good boy.” Another rush of endorphins. “Nice job, Annie,” Jenny said, impressed. “I suggest we get him on the table before undressing.” “Good idea,” Annie affirmed. “Okay, pet, I need you climb up and lay back for me, okay?” I didn’t take my eyes off her as she and Jenny helped me up onto the exam table and laid me back. “Good, keep reassuring him. Keep him looking at you.” “Look at me, sweetie. Keep your eyes on me. Good.” It didn’t matter that I could hear Jenny coaching her on the tactics, I still didn’t stand a chance against them. My newly developing pet brain overrode my critical thinking and I was mush. Annie held my gaze as I felt my arms being brought up over my head and my wrists were secured into soft leather cuffs. Next my shoes and socks were removed and my ankles went into similar restraints. Seeing Jenny hand Annie some medical sheers, I pulled on the restraints and whimpered. “Keep talking him through what you’re doing. It’s important that he trusts you. It might feel like you’ve known each other forever, but your is Bond is brand new. Undefined. He needs to know your intention.” “I’m going to get your clothes off now so that you can be so much more comfortable,” she told me. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you.” As she began cutting through the sleeves of my shirt I wanted to scream but her command for me to stay calm enveloped the front of my mind. My shirt was pulled away from beneath my body. Jenny joined her in cutting through my wet jeans, pulling them away next. The cool air was nice on my skin, but I felt so much more exposed. She brought her hand up to stroke my cheek again. “Good job, sweetie. You’re doing so well for me.” My eyes closed as I melted into her words and worked my face into her hand, trying to inhale her wonderful scent to quell my anxiety. “You’re a natural, Annie,” Jenny mused. “Do you have pet experience?” “I lived with a pet for a few years. My roommate’s. I was there when she first brought her home. I remember those first days pretty well.” Well at least my Keeper had a resume. “Great! So I’m sure you know what happens next.” No. Even I knew what Jenny was getting at. “No, please!” I cried, “Please, Annie, don’t make me wear a diaper!” I tried to sit up and plead with her but the cuffs held me down. Annie was quickly at my side calming me down. “This is why we use restraints.” Jenny spoke with a practiced authority. “He’s quickly becoming prone to acting on instinct and heightened emotions. He wants to behave, I’m sure, but he’s scared and his rational decision-making skills are already diminishing.” Pets wore diapers. I knew this. Everyone knew this. As much as you knew to stop at red lights. But to fully absorb that it was about to happen to you was mortifying. “At this point, I think it’s best we use this to help keep him calm,” Jenny said as she handed Annie something. It was a rubbery bulb mounted to a leather face attachment with a thinner strap. A muzzle, with a gag attached. “No, I’ll be quiet, I swear!” I tried to plead pathetically as Annie brought the gag towards my head. “Open for me, pet. Let’s get this on. That’s it. Good boy. My good boy.” I was putty in her hands as she inserted the gag and strapped the muzzle around my head. The bulky structure cupped my jaw and wrapped around my lower face. I tested the gag and was barely audible. The silicon teat in my mouth felt weird. My soaked underwear was cut off, leaving me naked and covered in my own piss in front of Annie, this stranger who I felt more affection for than I even knew possible. It was beyond humiliating as she used baby wipes to thoroughly clean my crotch. I expected disgust or pity from her as she cleaned my urine soaked skin, but instead her look betrayed something else. Is that…lust? I asked myself. She bit her lip as she handled my penis and balls to clean them. The attention from her quickly translated to a growing erection. Her gaze was transfixed to my crotch. I tried to move my hips into her as she brought down another wipe. I didn’t care who else was there, I wanted her touch. I needed more of her touch. “As you can see, and I’m sure feel,” Jenny started, and Annie's attention snapped back, “the sexual connection brought on by the Bond is strong. And he’s all instinct right now. But I'm sure I don't have to tell you pet parenthood is illegal, so pets in intersex Bonds are required by law to be neutered. Frankly, in the long run you’re just not always going to have the restraint to practice safe sex. You’re just as drawn to him as he is to you. So sterilizing him is the best option.” I whimpered hearing this. Jenny giggled at my erection dissipating. “That kind of talk usually works to get male pets under control down there. How else would we get them in their first diapers?” I groaned into the gag as loudly as I could and pulled at the restraints to convey my protest. It was ignored as Jenny handed Annie a bulky, pastel blue disposable diaper. Pet diapers were much thicker than medical incontinence diapers for human adults. “Also, it’s fine for a diaper or two, but you’re going to want to remove the hair in his diaper area for hygiene purposes. He’ll shed some of his body hair naturally as his body continues to shift, but not all of it. We have some cream I’ll send you home with.” “Thank you.” Again, I tried to make my disapproval known but was quickly learning it was getting me nowhere. Annie fluffed out the diaper before bringing it down to me. “I can see you’ve done this before,” Jenny said to her, “Repetition is always good, especially when training. Using touch on the inner thigh and phrases like ‘butt up’ is good for getting him used to diaper changes.” I hated being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, like I was a baby. Yet I was hopelessly unable to resist when Annie tapped my inner thigh and ordered, “Butt up, Oliver.” “Down.” She pressed on my hips and my bottom landed on the considerable padding. “Baby powder is a must. You won’t always be there to change him immediately and nobody wants to deal with a rash.” “Good job,” Annie cooed to me, “Good boy being still for me.” Her praise lit up my brain. She sprinkled baby powder over my crotch. The diaper was pulled up over me and Jenny walked Annie through pulling on the tapes snugly. I instantly felt an odd sense of claustrophobia around my groin as it was sealed off. It was warm and bulky and for some reason I actually I preferred the sensation of being naked. Not to mention the sheer humiliation of being diapered like a toddler. Jenny checked the fit of the diaper and settled the leak guards into place. “Since we don’t know what level of incontinence new pet will have, store policy requires him to also be put in a diaper cover of some sort.” Jenny held up a cloth garment with plastic lining inside and snaps, sort of like another diaper. “Obviously, it’s ultimately up to you to decide what level of protection he needs, be it plastic pants, cloth diaper cover, etc.” Annie quickly repeated, “Butt up,” and laid out the diaper cover before snapping it on, making my crotch even bulkier. “Next, let’s get his other restraints on, starting with pet mitts.” I whined all over again and tugged at my bonds as Jenny took out the black leather pet paws. “Right now, he’s most likely stronger than you, no offense. That will probably change soon as his bones lose density and muscles lose mass, but for these first few weeks or so, you need to make sure he’s well restrained. Your voice’s authority as his Keeper is one of your best tools in this regard. For Female/male Bonds, training and using hypnotic triggers is more crucial than ever because you might not always be able to restrain him with just your physical strength.” Annie looked down on me squirming with the same sensuous look. “Keep him calm, Annie,” Jenny gently guided, “Take his arm, let him know what you’re doing.” “Shh, pet. Stay still for me. You’re going to be a good boy while I put your mitts on.” The warm smile conveying her command melted me as she unfastened the cuff and took my wrist. “These are to keep you safe. When you’re wearing them you'll know I am taking care of you.” “Very good!” Jenny complemented her as she inserted my hand into the mitt. My hand was slid into a comfortable position around a soft pad, but held tightly so I could barely bend my fingers. My hand would be completely useless. The mitt’s shape vaguely resembled a paw, with traction pads on the palm. There was a D-ring on the wrist that could be clipped. Once my hand was inside and tightened at the wrist, the mitt zipped halfway up my forearm and was fastened. My wrist was re-cuffed to the table. Annie talked me through the same thing on my other hand. My best chance at freeing myself and escaping my pethood was just taken away. “You should keep these on him at all times, other than baths, for the first few weeks, if not months. Some people use them permanently with their pets. Until he’s trained not to take off his diapers or open doors and latches he shouldn’t, his instincts will get the better of him. Now let’s do his legs.” They slipped a similar pet paw on my foot, and then a leg harness that came up to a soft pad fitted around my knee and a strap around my thigh. “Everything we’re using here comes free in the standard-issued pet kit for new Keepers, but they’re pretty cheap. You’ll probably want to upgrade to something else based on both your needs. You’ll have chance here a little later before taking him home if you like.” “Got it. Yeah, I’d like to get him something more comfortable,” said Annie. “There are different ways to keep a pet down on all fours. The most common is clipping a short strap from the thigh to the calf to keep the knees a little bent,” Jenny explained. “And there are different schools of thought on letting pets walk upright or be kept down. I do recommend new pets be kept down for a while, but, of course, that’s up to you as his Keeper.” I knew that many pets were kept on all fours all the time. No one even bats an eye seeing a half naked pet being walked on a leash, down on all fours in a diaper and restraints. It was totally mundane. Is Annie really not going to let me walk? Another wave of human clarity washed over me. Nothing was going to be my choice anymore. I was going lose everything. My entire life. For some unknown future with this near-stranger. Despair overwhelmed me and tears formed in my eyes. I wasn’t even struggling, I just laid there forlorn. Annie saw this and had a look of deep sympathy and concern. “That’s all for restraints, right?" She asked, with some urgency, without taking her eyes off me. “Yep! We can move on to registration now.” “So we can let him up for that,” Annie said, not really asking. “Well, we prefer to—” “—I want to let him up,” Annie interjected assertively and was already going to my ankle cuffs and undoing them. “Just for now.” “Okay, usually we do some bonding time after registering but I can see you need some time now. We’ll take a break.” Annie uncuffed my wrists and once free I immediately scrambled off the table into her arms, almost knocking her over. She brought me to the floor in her lap. My face was back in her chest and I began to full-on weep. Being enveloped in her touch and smell went a long way to comfort me, but I still felt the crushing weight of my lost life, and my lost future. And I sobbed. “Oh, my pet. It’s okay. Shh. I’ve got you,” she cooed, “I’m so glad I found you. You’re mine now. I promise I’m going to take care of you. My sweet boy. You’re never going to be alone. Shh. I’ve got you now.” I felt a warmness radiate through my body; a great comfort combating the anxiety and despair. Then I felt a physical warmness pooling around my crotch and I knew I was wetting the diaper; my diaper. Everything became a blur.

Chapter 1 Chapter Text The dense fog that loomed over the Louisiana bayou cast an eerie veil over the dilapidated house, causing Chris Redfield to adjust his senses as he maneuvered through the oppressive wilderness. B.S.A.A. believed Lucas Baker had retreated here, continuing his grotesque experiments under the guise of twisted games, following his escape from the Dulvey incident. As one of the finest agents at capturing and eliminating biohazard threats, Chris took on the challenge with a determination that bordered on obsession. Inside the rotting shack, mechanical whirs and discordant beeps occasionally punctuated the quiet, alerting Chris to the fact that his target was near. But as he moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridor, a hidden trap was sprung—wires snapped taut, electricity crackled—and in a flash of disorienting light, darkness overwhelmed him. Chris awoke to find himself restrained, his arms and legs bound securely to a firm, cold chair. His struggling yielded nothing but the abrasive burn of ropes digging into his skin. Lucas Baker stepped into view with a triumphant grin stretched across his gaunt face. “Well, well,” Lucas drawled, infusing each word with mocking pleasure, “look who came to play. How’s our little Sleeping Beauty feelin’?” “Lucas,” Chris spat, his voice firm despite the throbbing in his head. “Let me go, and maybe I won’t break every bone in your sick little body.” “Oh, I’m afraid you’ve got it all wrong, Chrissy,” Lucas replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He circled Chris like a predator, eyeing its prey. “See, I don’t plan on lettin’ you go. No, no. You're gonna be my new family. My little brother.” The words were a twisted echo from a nightmare. Lucas reached into his pocket, producing a rusty switchblade. With deliberate movements, he began slicing through Chris’s B.S.A.A. uniform, peeling away the fragments like layers of an onion. “Are you excited, Chris?” Lucas asked, feigning innocence as he tossed the shredded fabric aside. “We’re gonna have so much fun.” A vicious glare cut from Chris’s eyes. “I’m going to finish what we started, Lucas. You’ll never break me.” “Tsk, tsk,” Lucas wagged a finger before leaning in closer, so near that Chris could see the madness simmering in his eyes. “Such filthy language shouldn’t come outta the mouth of a little boy like you.” With a sudden, menacing grin, Lucas held Chris’s nose, forcing him to open his mouth. Chris struggled violently, but the restraints and Lucas’s firm grip were unyielding. Lucas proceeded to shove a bar of soap roughly down Chris’s throat, his laughter echoing like a twisted refrain in the dingy room. For a few tormenting moments, Chris gagged, the acrid taste assaulting his senses. Lucas finally relented, removing the soap and stepping back with a look of serene satisfaction on his face. But Chris's spirit was far from crushed; a fire still blazed in his eyes as he locked his gaze onto Lucas’s. “This isn’t over,” he gasped, his voice raw but still laced with steel. Lucas chuckled, seemingly pleased by the defiance. “Oh, I hope not, Chris. We’ve only just begun.” The sickly hum of an old generator sputtered in the background, mingling with the hollow echoes of creaking floorboards. And as Lucas retreated into the shadows, Chris’s determination solidified; he would endure Lucas’s twisted trials. He would escape. And when he did, he would ensure that Lucas Baker would never threaten another soul again. Author Note: I'm not a professional writer, so please don't critique me too harshly. I just wanted to share a story. I'm not a professional writer, so please don't critique me too harshly. I just wanted to share a story."I'm not a professional writer, so please don't critique me too harshly. I just wanted to share a story."

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 1 The first feeling you experienced as you gained consciousness was the throbbing pain deep in your asshole. You jolted upright, or at least as far as you could before the restraints snapped taut and you struggled feebly, briefly, until you collapsed exhausted back against the mattress. You try and scream for help, but the only sound escaping is a muffled mumble and drool. You try and use your tongue to push the object out of your mouth, but it doesn’t move. It is then that you recognize there is some sort of gag strapped around your head. You swirl your tongue around the invader further and… IT’S A COCK! There’s A COCK GAG IN YOUR MOUTH! “Why am I so tired and weak?” you think to yourself. You try and take stock of what is going on, but your vision never seems to adjust to the darkness of the room. You move your head from side to side as much as you can against the restraints to try and gain any information about where you are or what is going on and that is when you feel the slight pressure of some sort of device… some sort of googles over your eyes. You stop… you relax completely… slow deep breaths… You need to assess. Try and figure out what happened and what is going on. “What do I know so far?” You try and think back to your earliest memory before you woke up like this. Thinking back, you became groggy, and your head began to hurt. It felt like someone had used an eggbeater on your brain. You slowly tried to raise your right arm. In less than an inch your arm was halted by some sort of restraint both at your wrist and your upper arm. You could at least feel some sort of fabric shirt covering your chest, so you were not naked to your knowledge. You tried to straighten out your hand to feel around you, but you couldn’t. It was like your hand was completely enclosed in something forcing your hand into a fist. You evaluated your left arm, and it was the same situation. “What is going on?” You started feeling panic creep into your mind. Tamping it down you slowly continued testing… you wiggled your toes. Your feet were definitely encased in something just like your hands. You tried to raise your right leg. Just like your arms… some sort of restraints existed around your ankles and thighs and the same situation existed with your left leg. You tried lifting your hips and closing your thighs. Some sort of band secured your waist to the mattress or surface you were lying on… but there was a new sensation… (aside from the pain in your asshole and you weren’t ready to dwell on that thought yet) There was a thickness… Like your groin was wrapped in something… and it felt slightly damp… too much for sweat… your aching head finally clicked… “I’m wearing a fucking diaper” your brain screamed as you simultaneously screamed into the gag in your mouth. You quickly put an end to that as your brain erupted in a cascade of throbs that mimicked the power of a jackhammer. Before you could question anything further, an explosion of light went off before your eyes adding another pin in the metaphorical voodoo doll that is your brain. Whatever the device is covering your eyes, it has the ability to project things before your eyes, like some sort of VR headset. From out of nowhere a voice breaks the silence and at the same time the words spoken appear before your eyes. “Good morning, Baby”

Hi guys, This is my second story, I wrote it as a more smutty aside to my other, ongoing one. It is a short story I have no plans on continuing. It is very smutty and mature, make sure you're okay with that before reading. Comments, feedback and/or critiques are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading and enjoy the story --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Frustration “Please…” she moaned, although the large ball gag that was currently occupying her mouth did not allow for any recognizable words to be heard. She wasn’t even sure if there was anyone around to even listen to her, as her world was darkness, caused by blindfold that was tightly strapped over her eyes. The few things she knew for sure was that she couldn’t stop drooling over herself, that she was sweating profusely and the vibrations on her pussy were driving her to insanity. The sybian she was sitting on buzzed gently but persistently, not intense enough for her to reach an orgasm, but intense enough so that she had no hope of ignoring it. Cuffs around her ankles, attached to the relentless machine with short chains, ensured she couldn’t get up and she was at the mercy of the device. With some effort, she could raise herself so that the thick diapers she was wearing barely touched the saddle, which gave her some small and temporary relief, but she couldn’t hold that position very long. Every time she tried, the strain on her upper legs got worse and she was able to keep herself free from the vibrations for a shorter and shorter time. Eventually she would fall upon the saddle again, driving the dildo deeper into her pussy. A very cruel game which was slowly driving her crazy, being unable to cum yet also having the pleasure never stop. Even worse, the more she wet herself, the larger her diapers grew, and she was less and less able to distance herself from the relentless buzzing. The wetter her diapers got, the better the vibrations passed through them, reaching her aching pussy. She wasn’t sure how long she had been stuck in this predicament, and she had lost count of how much she had peed in her thick and thirsty diapers. He had made sure she drank plenty of water beforehand. She heard the words of the man she often called Daddy echo in her head: “Good girls stay well hydrated.” Her diapers felt hot and clammy, soaked as they were, mostly with pee, but also some other, naughtier, juices. Still, they showed no sign of being even close to capacity, as Daddy made sure to layer a second, even bigger diaper on top of the first. He probably included a number of boosters, but she didn’t know how many, as she was already wearing the blindfold when he had thickly diapered her. To her it felt like she was sitting on a massive pillow strapped between her legs. “Just to keep my little princess safe and protected.” He had said to her when he locked her private parts away in the thick prison of plastic and padding. That alone caused her to blush and get wet. On top of the incredibly thick diapers, she had felt him putting on plastic pants, and she had heard the distinct click of a small lock. Not that she would have been able to take them off in her current position anyway, as her hand were encased in thick mittens and locked by a short chain attached to the back of the collar she was wearing. With her arms in this reverse-prayer position, she was completely helpless, driven to the edge by the combination of lust and vulnerability. Not being able to occupy her thought with anything but the ceaseless vibrations, she grew more and more desperate to cum or to get free, although she was no longer sure which option she preferred. Suddenly, she felt hot breath in her neck. “You’re doing a very good job, princess.” He whispered in her ear before kissing her multiple times from her neck down to her nipple, before gently kissing each nipple and grabbing both with two fingers. Her helplessness and blindness, combined with her nipples being played with caused her to grow even hornier. She tried riding the sybian harder and harder, but she still couldn’t reach the orgasm she so desperately wanted. She mewled into her gag, begging her Daddy for sweet, sweet release, but he just kept gently playing with her nipples, teasing her. “Do you really want to come, princess?” He asked, his voice sweet as honey. She moaned yes into her gag repeatedly, but the words came out mostly unrecognizable, and caused her to drool even more, but she couldn’t care about that anymore. It seemed he had understood her, though, and said: “Well, I could allow you to come, but you’ll have to prove to me that you are a good girl. Will you show me that you’re a good girl?” Knowing she was walking right into a trap, but so, so desperate to orgasm, she quickly nodded her head “Yes, yes, please, anything!” she tried to say. Anything just to find sweet release. “Very well. I knew you wanted to prove you’re a good girl to me.” He whispered before giving her a final kiss on her gag and letting go of her very erect nipples. Next, she felt him reaching into the back of her double diaper and insert something in her rear, and she was embarrassed to discover that it was turning her on even more. Nothing seemed to happen for a few moments, except for the saddle that was still happily buzzing against her diapered crotch, when suddenly she felt a rush of warm water go into her ass. She would have yelped if she could have. “No, no, no, no, no! He’s giving me an enema!” She protested, but was helpless to stop the flow of warm water entering her. “Good girl.” He whispered in her ear again, which caused her to relax more and stop trying to resist the flow entering her. The water kept on flowing and flowing, making her belly feel bloated. It was torture, not knowing how much of the enema was left and having no choice but to sit there, massively turned on, and take it like the good girl her Daddy kept telling her she was. After what felt like hours, she felt the flow of water slowing down and, eventually, stopping. He gently removed the tube from her rear, and said: “You’ve been very good so far, but to make sure you are properly cleaned out, you’ll have to hold that in for at least half an hour, do you think you can do that, Princess?” Her eyes went wide underneath the blindfold, and she started struggling against her cuffs, her stomach already cramping up. “Half an hour?! That was totally unfair and impossible, she didn’t agree to that!” She tried shouting in her gag. He smiled evilly, and said: “It’s fine if you don’t, sweety, but then you won’t have proven to me that you are a good girl, and only good girls get to orgasm.” She balked, tears coming to her eyes from unfairness, but also desperation. She wanted, no, needed to come so badly, she could hardly think about anything else. She weakly nodded, agreeing with her cruel Daddy, desperate to prove she was indeed a good girl. Without warning, he turned the sybian on a bit more, and she gasped in her gag and started riding it as much as her bondage allowed her. She got closer and closer to the edge, but was still unable to cum, getting more and more desperate. “I have a timer here, and if you fail to hold it in, I can always fill you up again so we can try again.” She squirmed on her vibrating throne, which, in combination with her aching insides, was making her sweat. She had no idea how long she still had to go, desperate for her Daddy’s approval and the subsequent reward, she did not dare letting a single squirt of water escape her. She clenched as hard as she could, the desire to be a good girl for her Daddy the most important thought in her head. Lost in her own, dark world of pleasure and discomfort, she tried to put the endlessly teasing vibrations on her sensitive parts out of her head, when suddenly she felt his two large hands grab her sensitive tits from behind. While gently massaging them, she heard him whisper in her ear: “You’re such a good girl, sweet princess, you’re almost halfway already.” She squirmed, unsure if she could hold it that much longer. “You can choose to let go now, princess, but I will be very disappointed in you. I might even leave you here all night, to teach you to be good.” He let go of her tits, and she immediately longed for his touch again, when suddenly the sybian was turned up to the maximum, the vibrations shaking her entire body. She gasped loudly and struggled in her bonds, rattling the chains, her sphincter almost instantly losing the battle. She managed to barely hold on, as only a tiny squirt of dirty water escaped her. She moaned loudly and started grinding her thick diapers against the saddle, her lust overtaking any sense she still had, when she heard his voice quietly whisper in her ear: “Good girls don’t cum without permission either, princess, but I think you knew that already.” She was nearly orgasmed right that instant, when the vibrations decreased in intensity, and she was able to stop herself and catch her breath. She wondered what he would have done if she had climaxed just now, would he actually leave her here all night, bound on this saddle? The thought frightened her, she knew him to be a man of his word. How would it feel to sit here bound for hours, tortured by vibrations, in a completely filled diaper, never being able to cum? She almost wanted to try it out. To be naughty, and try to grind until she came, but it scared her a little bit, and she didn’t want to disappoint him either. Lost in her own little world of sexual torment and barely contained enemas, she knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. If her time wasn’t up soon, she would have no choice but to be naughty, despite trying so hard to be a good girl. Her stomach cramped, and another squirt of warm water escaped her, into her waiting, thirsty diapers. She moaned, desperately hoping that he wouldn’t notice. “Was this enough to warrant a punishment?” She thought, slight panic growing within her. “It’s been half an hour, my dear. You’ve been very good, you have permission to let go now.” She stopped holding it in and, with a load moan, the warm water instantly came rushing out of her, into her waiting diapers. It kept on flowing out and out and was all greedily absorbed by the thick layers of diapers. The stream never seemed to stop, the sensation of sweet relief being almost enough to bring her over the edge. Her diapers seemed to grow more and more, the warm, dirty wetness surrounding her pussy and ass on all sides. The second diaper discolored as well, as it absorbed all the brown, mushy water. The sybian was turned up to the maximum as her tits were grabbed again, the massage now being much less gentle. The thickness of her swollen, warm and dirty diapers ensured she could no longer raise up enough to escape the intense vibrations. Her thick and soaked diapers made the vibrations inescapable, now being thick enough that they always were always pressed against the saddle, no matter how she positioned herself. Her entire body shook along with the seat as she pressed her aching pussy, trapped in her dirty diaper, hard against it. As the last bit of water escaped her. He whispered in her ear, with a throaty voice: “Come for me, princess.” She could no longer hold back and started grinding against the saddle as hard as her bondage allowed her. The vibrations, the massage on her tits and the dildo inside her all worked together to pleasure her so much she could no longer think. The soaking wet and messy diaper that surrounded her crinkled noisily as she grinded against it, making her moan loudly. She arched her back as the first wave of an orgasm quickly reached her, as she screamed uncontrollably in her gag as all the combined pleasures overtook her as she came, hard. Her intense orgasm left her weak, breathing deeply, while her knees shook. She tried to collect herself, but the intense vibrations never ceased, the thick layers of diapers not allowing her the slightest relief as she felt them surrounding her on all sides. She cried out, begging for release, as a second orgasm already started to build. The sensations were overloading her senses, she felt like she was going insane from the inescapable pleasure, but she had no choice. She helplessly climaxed for the second time in just a few minutes, even faster than before. She was a panting, sweaty mess, yet the vibrations against her pussy still refused to relent. He let go of her tits, and she sighed when she felt a slight bit of relief, but then she suddenly felt two small clamps attached to her defenseless nipples, making her moan once again. They weren’t tight enough to hurt her, but they did increase their sensitivity a lot. They hardly seemed a noteworthy addition to her, on top of all her other accessories, until they suddenly started to vibrate as well. This sexual torture of her nipples meant the vibrations were coming from everywhere, she could no longer focus or form coherent thoughts, as she was rapidly driven to a third orgasm, this one even more intense and lasting much longer than the previous two. Without warning, all the vibrations stopped, and she was left sitting there, finally able to catch her breath. It was finally over, she could change out of her soaking, messy diapers, be freed from her bondage and cuddle with her Daddy. She was glad that this intense experience was finally done, although these orgasms were some of the best she had ever had in her entire life. The sheer helplessness of her bondage, the merciless vibrations from the uncaring machine she was sitting on, combined with the humiliation of her utterly filled diapers turned her on in ways she couldn’t describe. She felt a gentle kiss in her neck and leaned into it, delighted that her Daddy was there and treating her like the princess she was. She contentedly moaned, happy he was here to take care of her and make her feel better. She felt his warm breath next to her ear, as he whispered with a sinful tone: “Good girl. Only an hour more to go.” She gasped loudly into her gag as all the vibrations turned up to maximum again.

The sound of a crowing rooster awoke Flower from her slumber. The loud alarm blocked out her specialist “white noise” of her wife being fucked for hours by a pair of male sex worker’s, that Flower herself had hired for Miss B. Flower’s wife, Mistress and sometimes mummy. The grunts of pure effort from the bulls provided a rhythmic beat that mixed, with the high pitched moans of ecstasy from Miss B, Flower was so used to the track playing every night she could detect the moans before they got replaced with excessive slurping. Flower, of course, had not been allowed in the room. Instead, kneeling in her dog cage, outside what was once the master bedroom she had shared with Miss B for the first five years of their marriage. As Miss B was pleasured, Flower just humped her teddy in the cramped space trying to get relief. The irony for Flower was they had tried seeing a marriage counsellor for their deteriorating partnership. For seventeen painful weeks Flower would try to bring up the elephant in the room. While Miss B refused to even allow the conversation to start. After another waste of an hour talking about anything but the cause of their strife it had been Flower who had demanded that Miss B be more authoritative and “to lead” the marriage! Or allow her to see a professional that could allow her to explore the kinks she had longed for. Miss B had promised she would at least try. But by the time they got home Miss B announced she was taking a break from work and was going to see an old friend. Flower had cried herself to sleep alone on the couch. For several more tortuous weeks Flower has called, texted, emailed and used every social media to apologise and for her wife to come back to her. Yet she never got a reply and no one seemed to know where she was until she returned and within an hour Miss B had Flower on a blanket in the living room. As Flower lay unmoving, her brain was unable to process what had happened., but the rest of her body was loving it Miss B entered the house with the crash of the door being slammed closed and the thuds of her bags landing in the hallway. Like the storm following thunder and lightning Miss B marched through the house to a stunned Flower and pinned her against the wall. One hand firmly held her by her brunette locks as Miss B tenderly tilted her head up and kissed Flower with an explosive passion. As Flower felt weak in the knees and melted in her clutches as relief flooded her body. Miss had artfully managed to disrobe Flower without stopping her lips greedily mashing against her lovers. Once she had her prey naked she easily slapped away Flowers' attempts to disrobe her and threw the brunette face down over the arm of the couch. Taking a moment to cup and squeeze Flower’s peachy butt she quickly dropped her tight leggings and totally destroyed Flowers' pussy. Fast, rocket powered trusts smashed deep inside Flowers tight pussy. Yet the dominant woman retained such control and awareness that anytime Flower was close to cumming she instead would slow down and just slowly rocked her hips massaging the head of her rock hard girl cock in the entrance of Flowers' love hole and away from her special spot. Once Flower had cooled off Miss B would then start again fucking like a wild beast taking the naked brunette to the edge of an orgasm! Flower would groan and she babbled nonsense before backing off as Flower tried to get any leverage to push back on the yummy cock pleasuring her. With the patience and self control of a monk she repeated the deep fast fucking and the controled slow teasing the subby girl was soon left a drooling and leaking sissy mess!!! Time stood still but also seemed to accelerate for Flower as she lost all track of herself let alone time. She could remember mewing in need as she felt her bowels fill with Miss B glorious milk. Flower offered no resistance as Miss B effortlessly threw her onto a blanket laid out on the floor. With the first sign of tenderness since her return Miss B gently cradled Flowers' sissy balls, as the sub lay panting and making pitiful moans of . Miss B lovingly massaged her aching orbs. Flower squirmed unable to comprehend the change in her loving wife but she loved the change. Then she felt a sharp pain as the cold from the ice pack was pushed onto her shrinking sissy cock. Miss B held firm as Flower had tried to squirm away. The abuse to her tender nether regions was awful but quickly mixed with her submissive brain’s delight of being used as she had wanted for so many faithful years of love and devotion to her wife. As Flower's brain soaked in its subby juices, her body slumped in surrender to Miss B desires. Her brain was aware of the feeling of her girl cock being squished into the hard plastic shell that would now imprison it. She shivered as the cold and damp cloth was rubbed around her naughty area before the amazing smell of talcum powder filled her nose as the chalky sensation on her skin made her quiver in delight. The crinkle of a diaper made Flower swoon. Her brain could not remember the drunken night some three years before marriage when Flower had admitted her kinkest dreams. She knew she should resist. She is an adult not a little girl unable to control her bladder. But the part shut away for over seven years burst forth. Her now sissy dick twitched in its prison as Flower squirmed in delight as Miss B raised her legs so high she had to arch her back feeling the soft quilt feeling rub on her back. Miss B gently lowered her legs before spreading her knees wide. Flower let out a girly squeak, feeling her legs being spread so wide and exposed. Her caged clitty pushed against the pink plastic as the bulky layers of the as Miss B wrangled the layers of pampers into the right place before delicately pulling each of the seven pampers in place. Each time the crisp ripping sound of the tabs being pulled free and then secured tightly around her tiny waist pushed Flower into their subby and juvenile headspace. Here was when her things went off the script running in Flowers head. Insead of hugs and kisses or the silky feeling of a cute AB dress. She heard the harsh rip of duck tape being pulled free from the roll. Before Flower could figure out what she should or could do she was helpless. Her forearms folded back tight to her biceps as legs bent at the knee and wound in tough duck tape leaving her limbs useless as she wobbled on her back like a stuck tortoise. She felt the tears well up as her brain was in such a state she could only squeak out incomprehensible nonsense. Miss B gave a kiss to each of her cheeks and tenderly rubbed their noses together. The memory was so important she had remembered the odd mix of sadism and loving in Miss B eyes as they paused in awkward silence each unable to to speak. Flower had been doing chores when she overheard weeks later Miss B talking with her ‘old friend’. Her Miss had admitted that if she had tried to speak, she was sure she would have lost her nerve and not continue down the path needed for their marriage to work. Flower silently agreed with Miss B knowing that the hard first few days were so important now. Not that she dared tell Miss B, sissy baby girls should know better than to snoop around when others are on private calls and that is a lesson she didn't want to experience. From that moment Flower knew Miss B loved her and that being Miss B was her way of keeping them together and remained silent allowed Miss B to lift her head and remain dead still as Miss B carefully pulled the tight hood over her face before the cute bonnet was slipped over her head and teased so sat right. The bonnet’s clever design hid the bulb for the inflatable pacifier gag that slipped in her mouth and buckled tight. The hard plastic shield covered her entire mouth as Miss pumped the teat so it filled her mouth. Flower was so distracted by her tongue being pressed to the bottom of her jaw causing her drool to leak out the side of her mouth she paid little heed to Miss B zipping her into a latex bitch suit. It was an expensive item. The lubed latex flowed and pressed down all her bare skin. Flower shook her head, not liking the strange feeling. Looking up with puppy dog eyes she met an evil smile with a glint in her eyes. The look scared Flower a little…. Well scared all except what controlled her locked sissy clit that throbbed and squeezed against its tiny prison. She blushed so hard as she felt the first of many warm sticky dribbles run down her trapped balls before being absorbed by her padded bum. Miss B giggled while taking a picture on her phone while Flower could only squeal in protest. The gag prevented her from protesting further before feeling a weight press down on her as Miss B sat down on her tummyt. Flower looked up as Miss B turned the screen to her captive. Flowers' eyes grew to anime size. She saw how pathetic she looked with the baby pink latex bitchsuit stretched to its limit trying to constrain the pure bulk of the multiple layers of pampers. Above where her prisoned clit was a white locked padlock printed on the baby pink suit leaving all to see clear of her status. Her hard nipples poked from the skin tight latex stretched so taut over her chest that her boobs had been pressed flat with only her rock hard nipples poking up. Drool ran down the sides of her pink hood which had SISSY printed in a fancy script on her forehead with BABIED in the same font on the underside of her bonnet. It was that point that the human formerly known as Sophie broke. It might have been a few hours before Miss B had informed her that she was no longer to be called Sophie and all her ID’s would be changed to Flower. But that was when Flower was born. The hens had come home to roost and she had to lay in the thick diapee’s forcing her thighs wide as they were so bulky she couldn't force her knees to touch. For an hour Miss B had laid with her before she took this weird almost corkscrew looking device. The sound of snaps were heard echoing in the front room as a patch of the latex pulled free. Flower felt the pressure directly against her hole. With little more than a mumble of noise from her behind her gag she was forced to lay back as she felt the pointy end pop through the layers of fluffy absorbent padding before the cold tip of stainless steel touching her butt made her yip in shock. Miss B stopped pushing and spun the device around several times and then unscrewed the steel object out. Flower hadn't realised how toasty the layers and the latex had kept her as cold air brushed her bare skin. Miss B fiddled and pushed something into the hole. She would learn later it was a hard rubber ring that allowed access to her sissy pussy but the design kept the pampers from collapsing inwards. Through that hole Miss B forced a huge plug into her new slaves fuck hole as Flower squirmed and grunted as it felt like a bottle of wine was being shoved into her. With a big effort Miss B popped the thing home and quickly silenced Flowers' moans by pumping the gag to the point Flowers cheeks bulged comically. Only the darkening of a later British summer's skies clued Flower to the passing of time. First Miss B had taken all Flowers 'sexy clothing.’ Her expressive dresses, tops, shorts and skirts were all stuffed into three large charity bags and left out for collection. Then came all her jeans which were thrown in the trash. The power had got to Miss B by that point and she ripped the plug from Flower and pressed on Flowers stubbly legs and fucked her hard. The babied sissy grunted and groaned as Miss B constantly grinded on her little pleasure bean over and over. Her locked cock pushed hard against the unyielding walls of the cage as the pleasurable constraint took over and her sissy cum spurted into her dipee’s. Miss B stopped and replaced the plug which popped in a little easier her own cock hard as she walked back to their room in just her bra. It didn't take long for her to return with a pile of all Flowers underwear and a knife. Straddling her captives chest she rubbed her cock against Flower as she used the knife to slash and tear the pile of undies to shreds. A few times she had to stop to remove the plug and plow Flowers ‘flower’ again and again in a superhuman feat as more and more seed was planted into Flower to spurt out as the plug was forced home with less and less resistant as the first layer of pampers becomes a stick messy making Flower hornier and hornier. In the end she couldn't help but hump the air trying to find any resistance. “Morning sleepy head.” Miss B's sickly sweet voice woke Flower from her daydream and noticed the ‘white noise’ had been stopped, “I spent the morning getting ready and you just layed around. Useless sissy.” Miss B playfully taunted, carefully pulling the sleep hood off . Flower stretched her jaw loose after the gag had forced her mouth open all night. With a flutter of her eyes and a sleepy yawn she slowly blinked awake. “Wow Miss B!!” she squealed as she gawked upon her owner. Her dark hair had been straightened and framed heart-shaped face. Behind the flawless make up her warm smile and enchanting eyes show as she smiled down on her sissy baby. Flower subconsciously licked her lips at Miss B’s newly enhanced boobs that she had worked tirelessly to afford for an early christmas present. Flower had expressed her concern she was taking a little longer with things as of late. She had been a masters level graduate, but it was like her brain refused to get out of first gear. She dreamily stared at Miss’s exposed cleavage through the bars for several minutes unfocused on what her sadistic lover was saying, before she listened to the smart side of her brain and she realised the brunette was decked out as Ms Claus. Even if it's a very sexy one! The red dress clung to her wonderful lithe body and was just long enough not to be scandalous. The white fur trim did nothing to hide Miss B’s glorious cleavage! The thin straps and tight dress suggested she forgot underwear and instead wore just a pair of very expensive designer black tights with embroidered glittery snowflake pattern encasing her beautiful pins. The outfit was completed with her new long boots Flower had worked overtime to get her for her birthday. Flower could feel the wonderful tightness and the sticky warmth between her legs as she could do nothing but stare open mouthed at how once it was a fight for Miss B to be convinced to wear a modest bridesmaid dress. Flower remembered the fittings for Miss B’s siblings' weddings and how both brides and Miss B’s mother were trying to get her to wear a ‘sexier’ dress and convincing her that she could show more bare skin than just her forearms. Now she displayed on the outside she was a goddess completely in control of her own sexuality and body. “My little baby perv.” she grinned that sadistic smile that made Flower quake knowing she would hate and love what was to come next. “When I got this outfit for this afternoon's trip to the mall to see Santa. I asked for a little Miss Claus outfit for my adorable baby sissy. But you would not believe it! They didn't have anything for such a pathetic one like you. So I got this made for you instead.” Flower felt her face go pale as Miss B held up the “outfit”. It was an elf costume that had been sissified but an overzealous AI. The dress looked a size too small with the collar having the traditional triangle pattern, but with the little bells attached to each point. The bodice wasn't velvet or felt, but was a very shiny emerald green satin with little puff sleeves. The skirts were making Flowers tummy churn and her little sissy clitty dribbled the sticky and watery substance she now called her cummies. The skirts were in a velvet to match the collar but laid over a bridal white tutu petticoat jutting the skirt out at a forty five degree angle. The many triangles that made up the hem hung over the edge of the petticoat with the points adorned with a little white and red bow with a tiny design of a sprig of mistletoe in the center of the bow. Each having a little gold bell hanging below it. As if to heap on more humiliation it had a matching green and red hat, fingerless mittens and curled toed elf shoes adorned with more little gold bells. Lastly she showed the candy cane striped tights and the stack of diapee’s laying on the clanging table ready to swaddle her. “It's going to be a very very long day and can't be stopping for you to go pee pee every five minutes or making a scene in the queue for Santa now can we.” Miss B said as if the most normal thing in the world as the hung the items for Flowers future humiliation back up as she couldn't stop herself from letting out a guttural squeak as she flooded her nightly pampers with cummies!