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A/N: IMPORTANT TO NOTICE Hey all! I hope you're all doing well! Do not worry! I am still working on my other stories but had started this a while ago and felt like I should post it! Just a warning in the beginning that this story will contain a lot of non-con, sexual content and humiliation. If this makes you uncomfortable than I suggest you don't read it! I love seeing comments so I'd love to see everyone's comments! ooOoo Summary: When a young new independent journalist decides to write about something other than the typical run of the mill stories, she is introduced into a new life, just not in the way she expected. ooOoo Chapter 1: MommyslittleBiggurls.com 22 December 2021 Hello Friends! It sure has been a while! I hope you’re all doing well on this frosty morning. Here in Montana, we’re certainly going to have a white Christmas. Sugar and Cookie sure are excited to see Santa and have been extra careful to be good girls; always asking for the potty like good little girls, eating all of their veggies at dinner and making sure to drink all of their babas full of yummy milk! I’m sure you all are experiencing the same with your little ones at the moment, even the disobedient can’t ignore the happy cheer of Christmas. I really can’t believe it’s only been three months since we first adopted our newest little girl, Honey! Of course with new littles, it’s always an adventure and Sugar and Cookie are being the best big sisters they can be! It can be hard, especially around the holidays to deal with an un-regressed, naughty little so that brings me to the topic of today’s post: Punishments. If you're like me or are a new caregiver, it’s never easy training a new little and before they can be our sweet little babies, they will be literal demons! It is never fun but in order to nip that naughty behavior in the bum, punishment is required and it is not always as simple as quick spanking. Listed below, you will find three different punishments to try if you, like me, were at a loss. Punishments: Punishment 1: Corner time with a twist Depending on the severity of the naughty behavior, instruct your little one it's corner time for a certain amount of time. While many, if not all, will just find this incredibly boring and whine, there is a small twist. Listen carefully to these five steps: Take littles’ clothes away (that means no diapers/pullups/or undies as well!), Give a nice soapy cold enema to their bum-bum and insert a buttplug to ensure no dribbles Administer a firm spanking (I’ve found different objects such as a belt or hairbrush to be most effective!) Little will bend down or kneel in the corner with their bum-bum high in the air for everyone to see After a certain amount of time, if the little has not moved from their position, you will instruct the little to tell you what they did wrong and have them beg to release their bodily functions. If you are unsatisfied with their response, even more minutes will be added to corner time Punishment 2: Potty Time with Horsy Let’s get real, we’ve all struggled with littles refusing to go potty in their diapers or on the training toilet and it’s a pain to have to insert enemas and suppositories into screaming littles. That’s how I came up with horsy time. The rocking horse, while meant to be an object of amusement during playtime, can just as quickly be turned into an object of torture. What you need to do is listed below: The little will sit on the rocking horse in only their bottoms, whether that be a diaper or pull-up Place earphones on little and set to the wet diaper hypnosis Instruct the little to rock back and forth and do not stop no matter what and not to mess or wet themselves Plan a certain amount of time and come back when the time is up If the little is still rocking and is dry, they have earned the privilege to go potty. If not, horsy time is extended and the dirty diaper stays on another several hours The constant rhythmic motion combined with hypnosis at the same timing will put the littles right in the mood to have to relieve themselves. How they do it will no longer matter. The added pressure to keep a constant rocking in order to avoid further punishment will take a heavy toll on their mind as well and increase the need for positive behavior. Punishment 3: No Playtime with Teddy If you choose to allow your little to have any sexual release, this punishment can have a rewarding effect. As a human race, we are sexual beings but not everyone deserves or should have such an experience. Littles have gotten it into their minds that they should be allowed to have such experiences, but what do they know? They’re just littles. It is our job as caretakers to instruct and control their urges. If we leave them to their own devices, who knows what will happen? My little girls are allowed one play session a week with Mr. Teddy Bear to release all of their icky cummies by the hand of mommy and daddy. While Rosie and Cookie know being a good girl will lead to happy feelings, Honey is still learning. Orgasm and cum denial or “the tickles and ice cream dance” as we call it, are an excellent way to assert dominance and make them quickly realize who the real grownups are and who is in charge. Mittens or restraints are a must for untrained littles! You never know where their wandering hands will end up! Chastity belts are also a great device, especially if they get a little too excited during playtime and try humping (which is extremely discouraged!) IMPORTANT: It is important to enforce anything sexual is not allowed without the approval, observation, and act by grown-ups because you never know when littles might accidentally injure themselves! I hope you all enjoyed my little list and hopefully it helps you on your journey to having a regressed little! It may seem tough at times but we’ve all gone through it before (I currently am!) Stay tuned for next time and meanwhile, have a Merry Christmas! Love, Mommy Bree ooOoo The sound of the ding signaling the post had been successfully posted was a happy feeling to say the least. Unknown outside the world of ageplay, Bree Hawthorne was as famous as could be within the community. With over ten thousand followers and readers, people tuned in from all over the world to read about their simple little family. Being a blogger on top of a mommy had become her full time job and she didn’t regret a single second of it. She always knew she wanted to have a family and her love for blogging couldn’t have been a more perfect combination. There were so many who envied to fill the role of a Hawthorne little but only so few could actually meet the requirements. That’s why they had taken to unique means of obtaining their little girls. Kidnapping was a bit too harsh a term. They preferred adoption. Did the public need to know that? No. Would they ever find out? Probably not. Looking around outside the large glass windows, the only view for miles was farmland with snow capped mountains in the background. Bloomington, Montana was the perfect place to go to if one didn’t want to be found. They had the freedom to be who they were without any nosey neighbors disrupting their lives. Her husband, coming from old money, allowed them to own lavish homes around the country, buy the newest high-tech adult-baby equipment and pay off those they needed to stay quiet. Everything was as it should be. Everything would soon be perfect. They were our babydolls. Sugar, Cookie, Honey and- “Another post?” Jasper. At the sound of his deep voice, she spun around in the swivel chair. Face to face with her blonde, strong-jawed, blue eyed handsome husband. He was everything she dreamed of in a man. Strong, smart, caring, loyal. A great daddy to their three wonderful girls. What more could a person ask of a spouse? “Yes. I’ve finished just in time for… lunch!” she exclaimed, glancing at the time and shutting down the macbook. “Today’s post was about punishments and I gave the best examples of Honey. How is she doing this morning actually? The baby monitor on her end has been awfully quiet.” she asked, having been in the office the entire morning working. “Sleeping.” was his only response, scowling with his hand over his face. “Do I want to know what happened?” “No.” It was always a struggle to tame the girl and her rebellious behavior and silly dreams. Most often then not her bum was black and blue, littered with marks and bruises. How a five foot, one-hundred-twenty pound girl with not an ounce of body fat had managed to give them this much a fight, they did not know. While the little blonde fought they pushed back just as hard. She would break eventually. They all do. “Sugar and Cookie are in the playpen writing letters to Santa,” that made them crack a smile. “I can feed them while you handle, Honey? I may just take her over my knee again and that’s not what she needs at the moment.” Bree reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck as his face burrowed into her kinky black hair, placing a trail of kisses upon her chocolate colored skin. “So it’s my turn to play the bad mommy,” she mused. “Precisely.” her husband cracked a smile. “It feels so much longer than three months since we got her. Remember?” Oh, how could they forget…

“Tommy’s into some kinky stuff,” Monique explained casually to the awestruck girl. “You’re a virgin, right?” Brandy stared at the other girl like a dear caught in the headlights. “It’s fine if you are. I’d be surprised if you weren’t. No offense,” she added hastily, but Brandy couldn’t help but feel that it was meant to offend. But she couldn’t argue with her, and Monique was actually offering to help her. “I am,” Brandy admitted. She considered telling Monique that Cole Garber had kissed her at the ninth grade formal, but an awkward and sloppy kiss with a nerd from the mathletes wouldn’t earn her any cred with her new, potential friend. “Hey, Tommy is a great guy to turn in your v-card to. Like I said though, he’s… experienced.” Brandy nodded rapidly. “Any advice you have, I’d owe you big.” Monique chuckled. “You will. That’s okay. I wish I’d had someone like me when I was younger.” Monique was actually younger than Brandy, having recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday two months after Brandy. Brandy hadn’t been invited to her massive blowout, but she’d heard about it from nearly everyone else. Brandy herself celebrated her eighteenth with her parents and grandparents. But things were going to change. She was hot now. Tommy had asked her out. She was in Monique’s house! “Well I’m glad I have you,” Brandy said with a hopeful smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, why’d you break up with him?” “We wanted different things,” she said wistfully. “There wasn’t anything wrong with him,” Monique assured her. “I think the two of you would be cute together. We’re being real mature and staying friends; I just want him to be happy.” “Me too!” “And that means making sure you’re, a little more prepared.” Brandy gulped and nodded. “Let’s get you dressed.” Monique opened her closet and walked in. Brandy watched with mounting anticipation, until she saw what Monique selected. “What is that?” Monique sighed dramatically. “Tommy is a total daddy, right?” Brandy nodded. She knew the term daddy, and it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when she considered Tommy, but she was eager to act like she knew something, so she played along. “Well he’s like, an actually daddy.” “He has kids?” Monique put her forehead in her hands. “No, he’s eighteen. Obviously not. He’s a daddy daddy.” Brandy looked at her blankly. Monique rolled her eyes. “Daddy is sexy, Brandy.” She pursed her lips and fluttered her eyelashes. “I’ve been a bad giwl, daddy. Please punish me,” she said in a high-pitched voice, leaning forward and putting her hands on her knees, thrusting her ass out. Brandy’s eyes widened. “Oh!” “Now you get it. But relax, he’ll find your innocent naivety endearing. You do have a whole cute little girl thing going for you.” Brandy blushed. She tried so hard to look and act mature, and was always fighting uphill against her hand me down clothes and girlish figure. “You think, you think Tommy will like that?” She tried to imagine herself using that coquettish voice, and couldn’t picture it. “Oh, absolutely.” Monique returned to the closet and dug deeper. “But just to make sure, I’m going to get you dressed for the part.” The idea of getting to wear anything from Monique’s wardrobe both thrilled and terrified Brandy. Everything she owned seemed to be designer, and Brandy could only dream of being able to afford some of the things she’d seen Monique wear, but at the same time, everything seemed perfectly tailored to fit Monique’s exquisite body. There was no way anything she pulled out of that closet could fit her the way they fit their owner. “Hmmm, one of these.” Monique emerged from the closet, three dresses on hangers dangling from her fingers. She promptly pinned one hanger to her chest with her chin and held the other two up in front of the still stunned Brandy, assessing them. “The blue is much cuter, but green is definitely more your color.” Brandy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror with the offered dresses held in front of her, and her cheeks flushed. Monique’s initial assessment wasn’t wrong, per se, but they weren’t the dresses she had imagined Monique picking out for her. She couldn’t imagine Monique wearing, or even owning, the garments, for that matter. “Umm,” she was terrified of being rude, and couldn’t think of what to say. Monique didn’t give her the chance. “You’re right.” She dropped the two dresses unceremoniously on the floor and held up the third one. “Yes!” The other two dresses had been, juvenile was the most diplomatic word. They harkened back to the dresses she and her friends had worn to the eighth grade formal, big puffy dresses and with big shoulders. The pink dress now held in front of her seemed like something a toddler might wear, with lots of ruffles and a big pink bow on the back, and more matching little ones on the short, puffy sleeves. The idea that beautiful, elegant Monique wore something like this was absurd. The idea of her in something like this was mortifying. “It’s perfect!” “Are you sure?” Brandy managed, her voice quiet. “It seems…” “Of course I’m sure. Do you want my help or not?” “I do, I do!” She desperately did, ignoring the alarm bells ringing in her head. Monique hadn’t ever really been friendly to her before, but she wasn’t one of the mean girls who made fun of her. “Good. Because I want this to work out well for you. For both of you. I want Tommy to be happy.” “So you, you wore this for him?” She looked down at the dress draped in front of her, rubbing her fingers along the big, satin ribbon. Monique gave a wan smile. “There were many reasons we didn’t work out.” Brandy nodded, the pieces starting to fit together. If this was the kind of thing Tommy wanted in a girlfriend, Monique probably wasn’t it. The question was, was she? “Let’s see you in it.” Brandy looked around for a place to change, trying to remember if she’d seen a bathroom on the way to Monique’s room. “Come on, put it on.” Brandy’s breath hitched in her throat. She didn’t even like changing in the locker rooms for gym class, but to undress in front of Monique was more than daunting. She briefly weighed the options of just trying to pull the dress on over her baggy sweatshirt and jeans, but she doubted Monique would let her get away with that. She settled for a half turn, compromising by not offering a full view of her front of back while she nervously pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She left her pants on while she tried to pull the dress over her head, practically swimming through the billowing fabric while she looked for the appropriate holes. “What are you doing?” she squealed when she felt the button on her jeans being undone. “Helping you, duh,” came Monique’s reply from beneath her. Still helplessly tangled in the dress, she was helpless to stop the other girl from pulling her pants down around her ankles. “Cute panties,” Monique commented. “Step out.” Brandy blushed like crazy under the dress while she obediently stepped out of her jeans. She could see the ceiling through the head hole, but she didn’t push through, afraid to come out beat red. And then suddenly the dress was being pulled back up off of her. Brandy found herself face to face with Monique, standing in the popular girl’s bedroom in just her underwear, her mouth agape in shock. “You we’re trying to put it on backwards,” Monique said, spinning it around. “Take off your bra too.” “What?” Brandy sputtered, reflexively crossing her arms across her chest. “You don’t have anything I have seen before.” Monique’s eyes flicked down to her own, better endowed chest. Gulping, Brandy hastened to take off her bra, determined to prove she didn’t need Monique’s help with that too. “You barely even need a bra,” the other girl said, eyeing Brandy’s perky breasts. Brandy quickly covered herself again. Monique laughed, but it wasn’t the malicious laugh she had been expecting. “That’s not a bad thing.” She cupped her own breasts. “My back hurts now lugging these things around. Imagine what it’ll be like when I’m forty.” “You think Tommy will like them?” she asked meekly, slowly lowering her hands. “You want to know a secret?” “What?” “Everyone likes tits. Big ones, small ones, perky ones, saggy ones. Some are better than others, and yours,” she reached out, palming Brandy’s boobs and giving them a slow, gentle squeeze. “Are great.” Brandy stifled a moan at the alien sensation of someone’s hands other than her own touching her breasts. It certainly wasn’t the way she imagined it, another girl, Monique no less, but it felt good, a shiver of pleasure pulsing through her. “Tha—thank you.” “You’re welcome, cutie.” Monique winked at her, and then lifted the dress again. Brandy lifted her arms, letting the other girl guide the dress over her head. She stood still, watching her reflection in the mirror while Monique laced up the back behind her. “What do you think?” Juvenile, childish, immature. She dared not voice her initial impression as she stared at her reflection. “You’re very cute,” Monique said, straitening out the big, floppy bow. “You think so?” the dolled up girl asked, her emotions see-sawing between being embarrassed and being flattered by what seemed like genuine praise from the girl she didn’t even realize she so desperately craved approval from. “I do.” Monique pulled Brandy’s hair from its ponytail and began brushing it. “What are you doing?” “Fixing your hair,” she said, gently brushing out the tangles in Brandy’s wavy brown hair. Brandy watched in the mirror. It was surprisingly soothing, having someone else brush her hair. The apprehension started to slowly melt away with each stroke, and she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. It was short, and as juvenile as the ruffled pink garment was, she realized she would actually have to be conscious of its short length. Monique seeing her panties had been mortifying, she definitely didn’t want to accidentally flash anyone else. “We’ll do your hair and make up, get you nice and cute for your date.” Brandy found herself nodding along. She hated doing her hair. No matter what she did with it, she couldn’t ever get it how she wished it would look, and the few times she borrowed her aunt’s straightener, it seemed like it was more effort than it was worth for the lackluster results. But Monique would make her look pretty for Tommy. “You did stuff like this for him, when you were dating?” she asked as Monique brought out her curling iron. “I did all kinds of things for him. I suppose I still am. But he’s worth it.” It occurred to Brandy again that Monique helping prep her for a date with her ex was probably more than a little awkward for her. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Nonsense,” Monique chided her. “We’re both much happier this way.” “Thank you, really, for your help.” “Oh sweetie, it’s nothing.” “I never imagined that Tommy would ever be interested in me, or that you’d be so nice to me.” “Awww, you’re too sweet.” Monique stepped back, admiring her handwork. Brandy turned her head from side to side, the tightly curled ringlets of hair bouncing in the pigtails Monique had tied her hair in, using bright pink ribbons that matched her dress. She looked more like a little girl than ever, but she had to admit she didn’t hate it. She imagined with a short pleated skirt and white blouse she could pull off the sexy schoolgirl look with her pigtails. “Do you like it?” Brandy nodded, the springy curls bouncing along with her. “I do, thank you.” “Now for your makeup.” Monique abruptly spun her around to face her, foundation brush already in hand. Brandy could no longer see what was being done to her in the mirror, instead forced to focus on the popular girl applying her makeup. Monique had her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, like an artist, while she worked with practiced ease. “Purse your lips for me,” she instructed, applying lipstick. “And… perfect.” Monique grabbed her shoulders and turned her back around to the mirror. A gasp escaped Brandy’s painted lips. She’d never figured out how to properly do her own makeup, and her few attempts had ended with her looking more like a clown than the sexy girl she wanted to emulate. Monique’s work was subtle, but effective, transforming her face. She hadn’t opted for the bold eyeliner and mascara choices Monique tended to go for on her own face, adding just a touch of foundation and blush to highlight her rosy cheeks and accent her natural freckles. “Wow.” “I know, right? You just needed me to take care of you.” Brandy nodded, still transfixed in her reflection. “You’re almost ready for your date.” The newly transformed girl looked at her questioningly. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Close your eyes.” Brandy obediently shut her eyes, listening intently to the Monique moving around over the sound of her own excited breathing. “Wha—what are you doing?!” she cried out as she felt Monique’s soft fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear. “As cute as your little panties are, these won’t do.” Brandy opened her eyes to look down and see Monique crouched between her legs, her hands under her short dress. “Did I tell you that you could open your eyes yet?” “No,” she answered sheepishly, shutting her eyes again, her hands fidgeting nervously by her sides while Monique resumed, her long, beautifully done nails grazing lightly along her thighs. She didn’t wait to be told this time, lifting first her left and then her right leg to step out of her panties. The girl could feel the hem of her dress on her thighs, but she knew it wasn’t long enough to protect her modesty from where Monique was. She waited for the instruction to lift her legs again, but it didn’t come. Instead she felt Monique hands between her thighs, spreading her legs. “What are you doing?” “Giving you your surprise,” Monique answered. “Be a good girl and keep your legs spread for me.” Something soft and smooth ran along the inside of her thighs. Brandy fought the urge to open her eyes and close her legs, her breath quickening. Monique pulled the thing all the way up, covering both her butt and pubis. It was wrapped snugly around her waist. “Can I open my eyes now?” She couldn’t help herself, peaking for just a second, catching a glimpse of the top of Monique’s head in front of her, but she couldn’t see what the other girl had done to her. “Almost,” Monique purred. Brandy waited, her heart racing. “You may open them.” Brandy’s eyes snapped opened. Monique was right in front of her, her face just inches from her own, a satisfied smile on her face. Brandy took a flatering step back and hiked up her short dress, looking down. “Is that— did you put me in a—” Monique had stepped back, her phone in her hands. Brandy yanked her dress back down, but she knew it was too late, the click of the shutter having already sounded. “What did you do?!” Brandy blurted, a thousand nightmares coming to reality in her mind. “I helped you get dressed for your big date, baby girl,” Monique said, still taking pictures of the furiously blushing girl in the childish pink dress before her, even stooping low to make sure she got that flash of white barely concealed under her dress. “You’re just so cute, I had to take pictures.” “Please, you can’t post those! I’ll—” Monique’s grin said it all. She’d what? Tells everyone the most popular girl had dressed her up like a little girl and put her in a diaper? She could lie, try and tell them she was forced, but that was almost as bad. She could try and say they were fake, but who would everyone believe, her, or Monique? They’d believe anything Monique told them. Just like she’d believed Monique genuinely wanted to help her, wanted to be her friend. Her face got hot, and her fists clenched by her sides. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. If she tried to speak, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. “Awww, don’t cry, baby Brandy.” That’s what everyone would call her. She could hear it, ringing through the halls of school. “What’s the matter?” Monique cooed. She put her arm around Brandy’s quivering shoulder, holding her close. “Whu— why?” Brandy choked out, just barely managing to hold back the tears. “Because you needed my help.” Brandy tried to squirm away, but Monique held her tighter, getting right in her face again, driving home the couple inches of height she had over the smaller girl. “You’re just so cute, I couldn’t help myself. And you’re even more adorable now, in your pretty little dress and your pigtails and your diaper.” She reached between Brandy’s legs, grabbing a big handful of the crinkly padding and squeezing. Brandy whimpered. She could feel the alien sensation against her pussy. “I can’t wear this.” “Of course you can. You’ll look so precious on your date.” Brandy’s eyes widened. Tommy couldn’t see her like this! “No, please Monique! Let me change!” “Do you need your diapered changed so soon?” Monique teased, tugging on the front of the mortified girl’s diaper. “What! No! Please Monique, just give me back my panties. Tommy can’t see me wearing—” she couldn’t bring herself to say it. “This.” “If you’re a good girl and behave yourself, he won’t have to,” Monique straightened out her dress, hiding the diaper from view. “The only reason he should see what’s under your dress is if you’re doing something naughty. And you’re much too little to do anything like that, aren’t you?” She grabbed Brandy’s chin and forced the girl to bob her head. “That’s right. But just to be sure you don’t try anything,” she pulled something out of her drawer, holding it up. It was a big, clear plastic pair of panties, but Brandy could see threaded around the waist and leg holes was a length of fine chain, with three little heart shaped locks. “Please, you don’t need that,” Brandy whined. “I know I don’t, but you do.” She knelt, holding out the locking panties. “Come on baby girl, step in.” Brandy kept her feet firmly planted on the floor, fighting the urge to cry again. She’d been so stupid, naive to think Monique’s intentions were altruistic. “I’d rather keep this our little secret, I’d hate to have to post those adorable pictures I have of you.” Sniffling, Brandy lifted one leg, and the other. Only a few short minutes ago, she’d had her eyes closed, hoping she’d be stepping into some sexy lingerie. Now she felt the small chain links surrounded by plastic gliding up her legs. The diaper crinkled noisily as Monique pulled the plastic panties up, and she felt it tighten snugly around her waist. Click Click Click “There we go.” Monique dangled a small silver key on a black cord in front of the diapered girl, before draping it around her neck, the key resting between her boobs. “Now I can trust that you’ll be a good girl and don’t get up to any naughty business with Tommy.” Brandy whimpered. “I can’t—” “Shhhh,” Monique put a finger to Brandy’s lips. “You don’t want to stand him up, do you?” “No,” she mumbled softly around Monique’s finger. “No, you don’t. You’re going to go on your little date, and when you’re done, you’ll come right back here so I can change your diaper.” Brandy’s eyes widened, realizing the implications of being locked in the diaper. “I’ve got to go home though!” she protested. “And if Tommy asked you to go home with him tonight, you’re telling me you didn’t have an excuse lined up?” “I—” she started, but there was no point in refuting it. “That’s what I thought.” “I’m sorry!” she blurted. “I won’t go out with him. I had no idea you still liked him, but I should have. It’s wrong of me to go out with him.” Monique surprised her by hugging her. “Is that what you’re worried about? Silly little girl.” Monique patted her head. “I’m not upset you’re going out with him.” “Then why?” Monique stood back, holding Brandy firmly by the shoulders. “Because you look so cute like this. Because I could. You made it so easy. But mostly just because I wanted to.” Brandy gulped, speechless. She’d offered no resistance, walking willingly into this goddess’s lair and letting her dress her up. “My my, look at the time. We don’t want you to be late for your date.” Brandy had no idea what time it was, she couldn’t see a clock. She looked at her purse, where her phone was, lying on Monique’s bed where she had left it. So close, but still out of her reach as Monique spun her around and guided her towards the door. Her thighs rubbed against the thick diaper as she walked, the bulky garment forcing her to waddle slightly, a distinctive crinkle coming from under her short dress. “I need my purse. My keys—” she tried to protest, but Monique already had her out the door, heading downstairs. “I’ll drop you off. You don’t worry about a thing, I’ll make sure you get to your date safely.” She glanced longingly at her beat up, old car, her means of escape, as Monique lead her to her own, flashy, brand new sports car. Brandy offered no resistance as Monique opened the back door for her and gestured to the middle seat. Monique even buckled her in, Brandy herself too busy discovering that the raised partition in the floor left her with little choice but to keep her legs spread, and no matter how much she tried to push the ruffled layers of her dress down, hiding her diaper was impossible. “Are you ready?” Monique asked, catching her eye in the rear view mirror. Brandy couldn’t meet her gaze, looking down at her dress. She’d been so stupid. When she looked back up, Monique had angled the mirror downward, and she realized the other girl was looking at her diaper. Brandy blushed deeper and pushed her dress down, holding it there the entire drive. Monique talked at her the whole way, telling her how cute she looked, how much Tommy would enjoy her new look, how much fun she would have. Her words washed over Brandy while the impending sense of dread grew in the pit of the stomach. “We’re here.” Brandy looked up, startled. They were parked outside the restaurant. Part of her wanted to undo her seatbelt herself and cling to that one little shred of dignity, but she wasn’t ready, her hand frozen on the buckle until Monique was leaning into the back seat, brushing aside her limp hand and unbuckling the seatbelt for her. “Remember,” Monique reached under her dress, squeezing the padded crotch of the diaper. “Be a good girl.” “Don’t make me do this,” Brandy whispered. “Silly girl,” Monique chided, adjusting one of her ponytails. “I’m not making you do this. You wanted this.” “Not like this!” “Nonsense.” Monique grabbed her hands and pulled her out of the car. Brandy squeaked in surprise as the domineering girl gave her a slap on her diapered butt, ushering her towards the restaurant. “Have fun. I’ll see you tonight!” Brandy forced her legs to move, taking one step at a time as she walked up to the front door. She could feel Monique watching her from her car. It felt like everyone was staring at her. The bell tinkled above the door. It was a nice restaurant, not too fancy. She’d never been before, but when Tommy had suggested it, she’d immediately thought of it as the perfect place for a first date. The cozy atmosphere she’d imagined from looking inside the windows, now felt cramped, offering her no place to hide as it seemed like everyone glanced up at the jingling bell alerting them to her entrance. “Hi!” the hostess greeted her. Brandy recognized her immediately. She’d been a senior when she was just a freshman, Sarah, and she hoped the older girl didn’t recognize her. “How can I help you?” “I’m, um, meeting someone.” She still had no idea what time it was. Tommy was supposed to meet her at seven. A quick glance around the restaurant revealed he wasn’t already there. She was early, but how early? Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe he’d stood her up. Even as much as she dreaded him seeing her like this, that thought that she might be tricked twice filled her with even more panic. “Table for two?” Sarah asked. She could just leave. Turn around, walk out the door. She could walk home from here, even if it took her all night. She could transfer schools, spend the last two months of her senior year at another school, and never see Monique or Tommy or any of her classmates ever again. Brandy nodded. “Right this way.” Brandy followed her to a table near the middle of the restaurant. She might as well be on display. Carefully keeping her dress down, she slid into the seat, taking the offered menu. “Can I start you with a drink while you wait?” Sarah asked. “Uh, Sprite please?” “Of course, sweetie. I’ll be right back.” Brandy started fidgeted in the chair. A man at the table next to her glanced over at her. She froze, suddenly very away of the rustling noise coming from under her dress. He couldn’t have possibly heard, but she gripped the sides of her chair with clammy hands, determined to stay still. She gratefully accepted the drink when it was brought to her. “Do you have the time, by any chance?” Sarah eased her phone out of her tight jean shorts and glanced at it. “6:52.” “Thank you.” The paper wrapper for her straw trembled in her shaking hands as she removed it. “First date?” Sarah asked. “Uh, yes,” she stammered. “Well you’ve nothing to be nervous about, you look super cute.” There was no way the older girl recognized her. She was talking to her like she was a middle schooler, not a high school senior. “Thank you,” Brandy said meekly. She guided the straw to her lips, but then hesitated. She’d hoped the bubbles would help calm her nerves, but she remembered that she wouldn’t be able to go to the bathroom. Sighing, she pushed the drink away from her. The bell tinkled again. Brandy’s heart skipped a beat. There he was. The hottest guy in school, the captain of the basketball team. He was smart too, and kind, and very tall and handsome. And he’d asked her out. Of all the girls at their school, he’d wanted to go out with her, Brandy Faraday. And there she was, dressed like a toddler on Easter Sunday, with the diaper to match. Even as her heart swooned for her crush, she wanted to die. “Brandy!” he waved, coming right for her. She gripped the chair tighter so as not to forget herself and get up to greet him. “Hey Tommy!” “Wow, you look stunning.” He started to open his arms, as though going in for a hug. She almost leapt to her feet. It would be worth it, to embrace him, to feel his strong arms around her, to smell him. But when she didn’t get up, he grabbed the chair across the table from her and sat down. “Thank you,” she said, blushing. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.” She shook her head. “I’ve only been here a few minutes,” she answered politely, but in her mind she was replaying his previous sentence over and over in her head. “You look stunning.” Maybe he really did like the look Monique had picked for her. Up until his ex had taped and locked her into a diaper, she’d thought she looked quite cute. If she could keep him from finding out about that part, there was still hope for her date. “Have you eaten here before?” “No,” she shook her head. “But I’ve heard good things.” “Oh, it’s fantastic, you have to try their chicken Parmesan.” “I think I will.” Her heart fluttered when he ordered her food for her. She’d always wanted a guy to order for her. Something about it she just found so attractive. From that moment she was entranced by him, allowing herself to relax, even forgetting, momentarily, that under her dress she was trapped in a diaper. She was on her first date, not just her first date with certified dream boat Tommy Crestmoore, but her first date with a boy ever, and it was magical. It wasn’t until she felt that telltale twinge in her bladder that the spell was broken. She stared at the empty glass in her hand with a look of horror. “Do you need a refill?” Before even waiting for a response he had flagged the waitress down. “Hey, could we get refills?” “I’ll be right back,” she blurted, standing up so fast she knocked her chair over. It toppled to the floor with a deafening crash. Brandy stood frozen over it, everyone in the restaurant staring at her. Her heart racing, she began to slowly crouch, reaching tentatively down for the leg of the chair, not bending over in the slightest. “I’ll get it.” Ever the gentleman, Tommy rushed to her aid. She watched in slow motion as he kneeled next to her to pick up the fallen chair, his face inches from her dress and the secret it was barely hiding. He’d sneak a peak. He was an eighteen-year-old boy, out on a date that had been going quite well, of course he would chance a glimpse up his date’s skirt. He wouldn’t even have to try, it was right there! He wouldn’t be able to help but see it! Adrenaline coursed through Brandy’s veins as she prepared to run. Changing schools wouldn’t be enough; she’d have to move out of state to escape the shame. “There you go,” Tommy said, standing back up, righting the chair. “Excuse me!” Brandy pushed by him, holding her dress down with both hands while she power walked to the bathroom. She dashed into the stall and slammed the door shut. “Stupid stupid stupid!” she hissed through clenched teeth. She was shaking. “It’s not your fault. Fucking Monique,” she reminded herself. With trembling fingers she lifted her dress up, for the first time really examining the diaper and locking plastic panties her date’s ex had put her in. The diaper was pure white, save for four blue tapes that held the bulky thing on her. Tentatively, she tried to grab at one of the tapes through the plastic barrier protecting them, but she couldn’t get her nails under it. Hiking her dress high, she tugged at the waistband. The chain had left a deep, red impression on her belly, and even if she hadn’t just had a full meal, no amount of sucking in was going to get the thing down passed her hips. Brandy tested the strength of the plastic itself. Perhaps if she ripped it, she could get the diaper off and empty her bladder, and worry about Monique’s repercussions later. But then she’d have to go back out there with nothing but a shredded pair of clear plastic panties on under her dress. Not that it mattered. Maybe with scissors or a knife she could have gotten through the durable plastic, but with just her fingers in a bathroom stall, she was stuck in them. Brandy sunk onto the toilet seat. Holding it wasn’t an option, as much as she loathed the idea of the alternative. She’d always had a small bladder, and if she didn’t go now, she’d be hopping and dancing around while she was with Tommy. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine she wasn’t wearing a diaper. She even stood back up and pantomimed pulling her panties down before sitting back down, hoping to trick her brain. But even as her bladder ached for release, her brain refused to let her pee in a diaper. “Come on come on come on,” she whispered, conscious of how long she’d been in the bathroom, and what conclusions Tommy’s mind might be jumping to. Surely not what she was actually doing, trying desperately to wet a diaper at eighteen years of age. And then it started. A tiny spurt of pee escaped. The moment it hit the diaper, the thirsty padded growing warm and wet and pressing against her, she tried to stop, to clench down, but it was too late. The floodgates had opened. Brandy wet her diaper. She didn’t have the luxury of processing what just happened. She didn’t have time to try and get used to it. She couldn’t afford to cry like she wanted to. She flushed, out of habit, and got up. Her diaper was doubly impossible to ignore now, forcing her to waddle, each step the warm, wet, swollen padding rubbing against her as she made her way to the sink and washed her hands. She eyes were wet but she hadn’t cried. She’d have no way of touching up her makeup if she did. Taking a deep breath, she walked back out into the restaurant. “Hey, would you like dessert?” Tommy asked as she returned to the table. “No thank you.” She looked at her chair. She didn’t even want to sit back down. “I actually should get going, I didn’t realize how late it was.” “Oh, of course. Let me get the check.” She hated having to bail, and she couldn’t even offer to split the bill since she didn’t have her purse. “Thank you.” “Is everything alright?” “Yes, everything— tonight was wonderful. I had a really good time. I wish I didn’t have to go so soon.” It wasn’t a total lie. He dropped some money on the table. “Do you need a ride home?” “No, thank you. I can walk from here.” “What? No, I’ll give you a ride.” “No, it’s fine.” “Where do you live?” “Not that far…” she lied. It was probably close to five miles, not that she was going home. She was waddling back to Monique’s, which was at least within reasonable walking distance. “I can’t let you do that? What if something happened to you? Let me give you a ride.” “Tommy—” He put his hand on her shoulder. “I insist.” She couldn’t say no to him. “Thank you.” She’d let him take her home, and figure out how to get back to Monique’s later. Like Monique, he opened her car door for her, but she got to sit in the front this time. Brandy carefully climbed in, feeling her wet diaper squish beneath her. She stared out the window while he drove, the comfortable rapport they had in the restaurant replaced by awkward silence. It had been going so well, she’d almost made it work in spite of Monique’s interference, but she was blowing it. “Hey!” Brandy sat bolt upright. “You missed the turn.” “I’m taking a detour,” he said calmly, turning to flash her a smile. “I do really need to get home.” “You can be out a little later.” He flashed his turn signal and took another left, guiding his car onto the twisty, winding road. Brandy knew where that road led. All the kids knew, whether they’d been there or not, and she’d dreamed of coming here with him. In the dark she’d missed the name on the street sign, but it didn’t matter, everyone called it make out point, the road offering a scenic view of the quarry and starry sky, a place to park and do quite a bit more than make out, if the stories everyone gossiped about in the locker rooms were true. She just had to tell him no. He was a nice guy, he’d understand. But the fact that he still wanted to take her there meant she hadn’t blown her chances with him yet. She sat, paralyzed with indecision, while he drove her up the steep, windy roads, slowing to a crawl as the trees cleared, and the car rolled to the edge of a cliff. He put the car in park and turned the engine off. “Tommy, maybe we can come back another—” “Shhhh,” he put his finger to her lips, unbuckling his seat belt and turning his body to face hers. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” It was. It really was. Just not like this. Not in a wet diaper. “You’re very cute.” She felt him unbuckle her own seat belt. One less barrier between them. “I’ve noticed you for awhile.” How long was awhile? Was that why Monique was doing this? Had she noticed her boyfriend checking out the shy, mousey girl? His hand was on her thigh, his face inches from hers. His cologne was intoxicated, and she found herself leaning in. “No, not tonight.” She caught herself, sitting back. “I’m sorry, I want to, I really do.” “I know you do.” His hand was sliding up her thigh. He put his other hand on her shoulder, reaching up, his fingers tracing along her neck before cupping her chin. She wanted him to kiss her, his lips on hers. “I do, I just, I can’t! Not tonight!” “What’s the matter?” His hand drifted higher, his fingers disappearing under the hem of her dress. His touch felt so good, and a carnal part of her wanted him to keep going, even though she knew she couldn’t let him. She grabbed his wrist. “Are you wet?” She froze, her fingers wrapped around his wrist. He hadn’t meant it like that, she told herself. He couldn’t have. Either way, the answer was yes, but she couldn’t let him find out. “No.” Her voice was husky, and she pulled on his wrist, but he didn’t budge. “You don’t sound so sure. Daddy’s going to check for you.” He was stronger than her, his hand traveling inexorably up her thigh. She could feel the pressure of his fingers pressing against her diaper, the wet padding rubbing against her hypersensitive sex. She moaned in spite of herself. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice low. “Your diaper is very wet.” He knew! He knew she was wearing a diaper, and he knew she had wet it. Panicked, Brandy scrambled blindly for the door handle behind her. The interior lights lit up as the door opened, and she fell backwards onto the ground in her haste to exit, her dress flipping up in the tumble, her diaper on full display. It was over. The tears that had been threatening to fall all night finally burst free. Crying, Brandy climbed to her feet and turned to run, it didn’t matter where. Headlights flashed on in front of her, blinding her. She couldn’t stop running, putting her hands up to shield her eyes from the blinding light, and she ran smack into the front of the car that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Brandy sprawled onto the hood of the car. She’d just managed to push herself back up when strong arms grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. “Settle down, baby girl,” Tommy whispered in her ear. He lifted her up off the ground, her legs running in air as she still tried to bolt. “Let go of me!” She squirmed and thrashed, her body still in flight mode. The door opened of the parked car she’d run into, a figure stepping out into the night. Brandy stopped struggling, hanging limp in Tommy’s arms. The figure came into shape, sauntering alongside the car until she stepped into the light. “How was your date, baby girl?” Monique asked. She was wearing a sleek, skintight black dress that hugged her curves. She strutted over on four-inch heels that let her look down upon the diapered girl even as Brandy was held aloft. “What are you doing here?” Brandy asked, giving another halfhearted squirm. “Checking on my little project.” She grabbed the front of Brandy’s wet diaper, squeezing. “And I wanted to meet my boyfriend at make out point.” Brandy’s eyes widened. Suddenly she was squished between them as Monique leaned up, her cheek pressed against Brandy’s as she and Tommy kissed. “Wha— but you two— what?” Brandy stammered. “Oh, you silly baby, you thought we’d broken up?” Monica teased. “But— you did! Everyone knew!” “We did have a little rough patch,” Tommy said, bouncing her in his arms. “We thought we wanted different things,” she said forlornly. “I wanted a little girl,” he added. “And this,” Monique gestured up and down at Brandy’s attire, “isn’t really me. But it turns out we wanted the same thing.” “You were just so cute.” “With your adorable little crush on my man. You were perfect.” Brandy kicked out, her foot connecting with Monique’s hip. “You can’t do this to me!” Tommy yanked her back before setting her back on her feet. Brandy scarcely had time to react before he’s scooped her back up, this time hooking one arm under her the backs of her knees and cradling her in his arms, making her even more helpless, and now, he could look into her eyes when he told her, “We already have.” Monique rubbed her hip, a momentary grimace of pain flashing across her features before her smug smile returned. “It was so easy to get you all dolled up. All I had to tell you is that was what daddy wanted, and you were more than happy to let me dress you. You didn’t even put up a fight when I put you in a diaper.” As she said it, Tommy grabbed Brandy’s butt, squeezing the wet padding. Brandy squirmed, whining and grunting as she tried to break free from his grip. “You’re a little fussy now, but that’s to be expected. It’s late and it’s way past your bedtime.” “Please, just let me go!” she pleaded. They ignored her. “I have just the thing,” Monique said, drawing something from her purse. “Fussy baby girls need their binkies.” A large, pink pacifier dangled from her manicured nails, with two clear plastic straps attached to the sides. A heart shaped lock, just like the ones on her plastic panties, adorned one strap. “No! Please! Donmmphh!” Tommy held her head still while his girlfriend pushed the oversized nipple into the protesting girl’s mouth, turning her pleas into baby talk. “That’s much better.” With a click, the pacifier gag was locked in place. “And don’t you just look adorable, sucking on your paci. I know you wanted to be sucking on something else tonight, but you’re much too little for that,” Monique teased. “That’s for mommy,” Tommy flashed a smile at Monique. She licked her lips. “Let’s get her secured, first.” Brandy struggled with renewed vigor when Tommy started carrying her towards Monique’s car. She balked when Monique opened the back door, revealing the recent addition. An oversized car seat was waiting for her, strapped into the middle seat. Her hesitation lasted only a few second, until Tommy started putting her in the backseat and Monique opened the other side, ready to help secure her. Brandy went into frenzy, kicking and scratching, screaming into the pacifier. Monique grabbed her feet after Brandy managed to kick her again, ripping her shoes off. “I know, you’re grumpy,” Monique chided, downplaying her desperate attempts to escape to a tired baby throwing a tantrum. “You’ll be much more comfortable once we get you strapped into your car seat,” Tommy said, forcing her diapered butt into the elevated contraption. It was big for a car seat, probably designed for a large child, and the high schooler barely fit. Brandy grabbed the front seats and heaved herself forward, trying to crawl away. “You know you’re too little to ride in the front seat,” he said, grabbing her waist and yanking her back, slamming her into the seat. This time, Monique was ready, strapping the harness in place, one belt over each shoulder, one on either side of her waist, and the finishing touch, one pulled up between her legs, pressing into her wet diaper. Brandy immediately tried to undo it, but Tommy grabbed her wrists, holding her hands. “Do you have her mittens?” “Of course.” Monique reached into the front seat and pulled out a pair of pink, thumbless mittens. “Nnnnpphh! Dmmpph!” Brandy screamed, drool spilling down her chin under her pacifier. It was too late. She’d fought for all she was worth, but there were two of them, both of them bigger and stronger than the helpless girl, already caught off guard, shocked, humiliated, and betrayed. Monique got her right hand secured, and then the left. Tommy let go of her wrists, and Brandy immediately reached for the buckle on the five-point harness. Her fingers couldn’t grip the childproof latch through the thick, stiff padding of the mittens. She uttered a guttural scream of frustration into her pacifier. “MMMMMPPPHH!!” “Phew,” Monique brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face. Tommy smiled at her from the other side of the car. “Baby’s aren’t always easy.” “No, they’re not. But this one isn’t too difficult.” Her eyes flicked to the still struggling Brandy. “It’s worth it though.” “Absolutely. She was a good choice.” “Watching you with her, you really earn the title ‘Daddy’.” “You’re the one who got her all dressed and diapered for me, “Mommy’.” Brandy’s head whipped back and forth between the two of them while she still fought a losing battle with the simple clasp that kept her helpless and trapped in the car seat. They each glanced at her, with that same on their faces, before they stood up out of the back seat and shut the doors, and climbed into the front. “I want you now.” “Should we, in front of her?” “She’ll be fine. Here, I have something to distract her.” Monique fished in her purse, pulling out a small vibrator. “I know this is a lot, all at once, but trust me, you’re going to enjoy being our helpless little diapered baby girl.” “We’ll make sure you do,” Tommy said, taking the vibrator from Monique and turned it on. Brandy watched, her eyes as wide as saucers, watching it get closer and closer. She could have closed her legs. She could have tried to bat it away with her mittened hands. But she didn’t, watching it get closer and closer until Tommy pressed it against the strap running between her legs. She could feel the vibrations immediately, buzzing through the wet padding. “See, doesn’t that feel good through your diaper?” Monique asked, snapping her out of her trance. Brandy shook her head, and immediately closed her legs and slammed her hands down, pushing the vibrator away. “You’re still being fussy,” Tommy said, easily pushing past her useless hands, and easing the vibrator under the strap, pinning it to the front of her diaper, right over her clit. In spite of herself, Brandy moaned into her pacifier. “Now, where were we?” Monique climbed across the seats into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well we’re at make out point. The baby is playing with her toy in the back seat. And I’m finding you the most attractive you’ve ever been right now.” “You’ve never been sexier,” Tommy said, kissing her. From her car seat in the back, Brandy watched. It should have been her, making out with Tommy. She kept pawing at her crotch, her eyes riveted to the couple in the front seat, until her genuine attempts to remove the device buzzing away at her padded pussy turned into attempts to push the vibrator harder against her needy clit. Even as engaged in each other’s bodies as they were, they made sure she didn’t feel forgotten. “If you’re a good girl, maybe you can suck on daddy’s special bottle one day too.” She sucked harder on her pacifier, imagining it was Tommy’s cock in her mouth while she watched Monique take him in her mouth. “Would you like to nurse on Mommy’s titties?” Monique asked as Tommy ripped her dress off, licking her full, ample breasts. Their clothes joined Brandy in the backseat, piece by piece, Tommy’s boxers landing at her feet, and Monique’s panties landing on her head, dangling from one of her ponytails. Brandy pushed both hands down between her legs as hard as she could, increasing the sensations as she watching Monique climb on top of Tommy, his dick sliding into her. The car horn blared as her back slammed into the steering wheel, drowning out Brandy’s muffled cries as she came in her diaper.

DISCLAIMER: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! If you have not read my first story: Little Beginnings: New Life - I HIGHLY suggest you do so! This story will make a lot more sense if you do. It’s where the main character is first introduced and you and learn a lot about the little community I have created. ooOoo Chapter 1: Three Months Before The moment she stepped out of the cab, her skin began to burn. Luna groaned, enduring the full force of the simmering summer heat. This was the exact reason she never wanted to come to the South. There wasn’t anything she hated more than the sun, and by the end of the day, she’d be as red as a lobster. Her father always said it was their Irish blood and she’d roll her eyes in return. No shit sherlock. They were as white as the freakin moon. For sure, she’d stand out among the throng of tanned bodies, which in her case, was not a good thing. She wasn’t sure how long she would stay but Luna had gotten a credible lead on her dad. One she couldn’t ignore. And if the authorities were still scouring Raleigh, it would only take them hours to realize that she was no longer there. “Hello, Miss?” the driver grumbled, knocking her from her thoughts. “You gonna pay me or what? I’m not gonna sit here all day.” He was a grumpy old man who’d only reluctantly driven her all the way out here from North Carolina after promising a generous pay. She’d had to leave earlier than expected and while inconvenient, made her aware of how comfortable she’d become. Never did she stay in one place for more than a few months. It wasn’t safe. “O-of course,” she blushed as she fumbled around in her wallet and pulled out one hundred dollars for the driver. Despite his less-than-stellar personality, he knew when to stay quiet and not ask questions. That was good enough for her. She carried only the bag on her back and money to last her at least another year and a half. After that, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Luna watched the car take off down the dirt path before finally exhaling the breath she’d been holding in the entire ride. There was an eerie silence. A sort of calm before the storm. Luna had only ever known noise, growing up in the heart of Manhatten. Her father explained the importance of hiding in plain sight. Nobody would expect them to be in bustling New York City, a place known for the attention and spotlight. It was perfect… until it wasn’t. Now, looking straight ahead, Luna wondered if she had the right place. The roof of the red farmhouse was dilapidated and the land looked absolutely dead. Anyone who happened upon the house would believe it was abandoned. Though that was the point. No one was supposed to know this place existed. Luna had only found it due to her father. He was the reason she’d not been caught yet. The girl walked ahead with a renewed sense of purpose. The boards below her feet creaked and she rapped her knuckle, three than two than six times, on the faded white door. She clutched a swiss army knife in her other hand, hidden in her pocket. “Always be prepared.” Her father taught her. “Never hesitate.” She was literally in the middle of nowhere-bumfuck-South Carolina. No one would see her if she was kidnapped. No one would hear her if she screamed. Being vulnerable was something she did not like. The door opened a crack and dark brown eyes peered at her. Her hand tightened around the knife and heart frantically raced. “Who sent you?” it was a woman’s voice who asked. “Martin Creevy.” she used her father’s alias. “I assume you’ve heard of him before.” Oh, the woman definitely had by the way her eyes lit up. The door closed in her face and for a moment, Luna thought she’d been turned away. However, there was a click and suddenly it opened again, wider. “We’ve been expecting you,” she said, motioning with her hand. “C’mon in.” Despite the raised hairs on the back of her neck, she stepped over the threshold into the house. There was no turning back, only moving forward. She never could stop moving, searching. Not until he was found. The door slammed shut and Luna jumped, spinning around. She watched the woman re-chain the door and turn the several deadbolts. From the outside, it looked like nothing. Her eyes wandered around, trying to adjust to the darkness. They were in a narrow hallway, with no lights and no other exit. A few pictures adorned the walls and they stood on a dusty old rug. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of mothballs and she leaned on each leg, testing the uneven floor. “You don’t think much of it.” Her eyes flashed back to the woman, who stared intently at her. “It’s just… different.” her bow-shaped lips pursed together. “Where do we go?” “Down.” “Down?” Luna didn’t think she meant literally, but she did. She watched as the woman bent down and peeled back the rug, revealing the wooden floor and… a hatch? “We take our security very seriously. There’s a ladder going down,” she explained, unlocking and lifting up the door. “You go first. I’ll follow.” ooOoo It was a tiny house. That, Luna had been sure of when she saw it from outside but inside, down here, was big. She supposed the basement would be large but not this big.They stood in the kitchen, which had no wall and lead right into the dining room where there was a small wooden table. Unable to help but gap, eyes going wide, the woman laughed, coming from behind her. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long. You’re gonna catch flies.” Her mouth instantly snapped shut and a furious blush spread across her face. Her blue eyes drifted over the woman beside her as she could see her properly for the first time in the light. She had a heart-shaped face and kind but weary brown eyes, that looked to have seen too much pain over the years. And despite her smooth, unwrinkled brown skin, her hair, which Luna could imagine must have been dark black at one point, now greyed. A few loose curls hung in her face and her lips formed a thin smile. “You look like your father.” Her brows furrowed together. She knew her father? “You have the same face but your eyes, they are exactly like your mother’s.” Her lips parted and she stilled. Her only reaction was to blink. “Call me Sue,” the woman offered no other explanation. “I always wondered when we would meet.” Still, she couldn’t bring herself to react. “This is the MacIntosh Safe House. I suspect this is the first one you have come across?” It was. Before, she was squatting in random abandoned buildings, resting while she had the chance. She knew there were safe houses, just didn’t know how to find them. “Sit down, Hon,” the wom- Sue, headed toward the kitchen cabinets, searching through them. “You’re exhausted. I’ll make you a snack.” Her feet moved on her own accord and sat down on the stool at the island table. Sue chopped an apple into slices. MacIntosh. She gulped, trying to find the courage to speak but was, she felt… Luna didn’t know how she felt. The strong confident girl from a few hours ago was gone and didn’t know what had happened to her. “My name is-” “I don’t want to know your real name.” she interrupted, not looking up from the cutting board. “Do you believe my name is actually Sue?” The girl did believe, well, at least up until now. “Charlie.” she made up on the spot. “Call me Charlie.” “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” The name sounded strange as the woman referred to her as it but Luna knew it was better this way. There was nothing to tie her to here. Well, except the driver but she doubted he’d remember. “I’m sure you have many questions and I’ll wait to answer them until you meet the others. It’s not common that we have a new person.” “The others? Oh, and I’m not planning on staying long. I’m just passing through.” She passed the plate across the table with the freshly cut apple slices and smiled. “Of course, you aren't.” The woman didn’t seem to believe her. However, the girl nibbled on the apple, realizing for the first time just how hungry she was. “There are six other people staying here. Three are out right now and the others are in the next room.” Glancing at the doorway in the dining room, she could hear the faintest sound. Was that a tv? There were a few voices. “Your father always bragged about how smart you were and never did I not believe him. You found us, which is not easy to do.” she leaned back against the oak cabinet. “How long ago did he go missing?” “Two years ago.” she ignored the heavy feeling in her heart. Realistically, he’d been preparing her for this since the moment she could walk and talk; but since it had happened, she’d never had time to fully comprehend. “He told me to run and not look back if they ever found us. He said that if he was captured then he’d find his way back to me someday. I believed him for a long time. Now, I’m less optimistic.” She sucked the tart flavor off of her fingers. The apples were gone. She’d eaten them all. “I didn’t believe it when he first told me about the communities, age play, and all of that stuff.” her lips curled up. “If the government knew, why hadn’t they put a stop to it? Innocent people are being kidnapped. My mother was kidnapped. Now my father. It made no sense.” At least, it used to not make sense. But now she realized, anything the government profited off of made perfect sense. Kidnapping defenseless people, stripping away their rights, all for what? To create a better nation? Her parents knew the price they would pay for speaking out about the secret age play communities and the government-sanctioned kidnappings. They just didn’t expect it would go this far- being on the run, living in hiding. And her mother especially didn’t expect she would get pregnant. Now she was destined for a life on the run. That is unless she wanted to get taken and forced back into diapers, made to shit and piss herself, play mindless baby games, and be just some sick couple’s object of amusement. That’s what had happened to her parents, she was sure of it. The only other option was that they were dead. Luna would gladly choose the second option if it came to it. No way would they take her alive. If Sue noticed the faraway look in her eyes, she didn’t comment. Instead, she took the dirty plate, dumping it in the sink. “Why don’t we go say hello to the others.” “Now?” she stammered. Growing up homeschooled, her interaction with people was severely limited. Being alone was what she preferred. It's what she was best at. “Yes, there’s just one thing you have to know." "What?" "Try not to stare.” “Stare?” “Mary gets mad and Tina can't help what was done to her.” Luna didn’t know what that was supposed to mean and tried to shrug off the uncomfortable feeling, but it just wouldn’t go away. ooOoo A/N: Hello everyone! I promised I would post soon and I did! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and you may notice two familiar names :). If it doesn’t make sense at first, trust me it will soon! I will be alternating, telling Luna’s (Lulu) story from before she was taken and after in Henderson. I will touch a bit on the hospital but it will mostly be her life after. I should update again soon but I hope you all enjoy!

*Edit: I've been a reader for a long time, and around this time last year I decided to start writing ABDL stories to eventually post. There was a bit of a learning curve, I wrote a few stories that failed for various reasons, but it was important to me to post a story that was finished. I started working on Without Merit in October. It's around 30 chapters long, and I'm wrapping up the final chapters as of the posting of Chapter 1. I'm really proud of the results, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for reading. All characters are over 18. Story contains sexual content. ................ About Lovington Lovington is somewhere in middle America, a place where the highways give away into county roads, where franchises are few and far between. That's not to say that it's a backwater, Lovington is exactly as pristine as the American dream, and as common as ice cream with an apple pie. It's a typical American small town with a small shopping mall, a local cinema, its main street is main street. The people are kind, generous and almost as bland as the town itself. A town that blends into the area, that isn't even a blip on the map. It's always out of everyone's mind, and the people of Lovington like it that way. There is nothing suspicious about Lovington, that's why it was a great location for a secret laboratory. All the while, this laboratory in Lovington ran along, melting budgets with no real breakthroughs — then one day, there was one. They finally opened a door and only one thing came out before it closed again: the cube. 0 Boredom is its own kind of inspiration. It was well established among the teenagers that the small town of Lovington was boring, nothing ever happened here. Even as it was happening. However, the strange place had plenty of inspiration to share with everyone. A quiet influence swam throughout the city like an invisible fog, a feeling that something was moving behind the curtain, a feeling not everyone noticed or that anyone could shake. The Hartmann house was a three story affair, if you count the game room in the basement. The below ground man cave was wall to wall in wood paneling, a throwback from the 1980s when that was in fashion. The three girls inside looked as bored as the decor, draped on the pair of couches and the single creaky, padded lazy boy chair. Katie Nguyen lounged on the shorter couch, her long athletic legs hung over the other end of the sofa. Charity Brown held a pillow across her chest and was the only one watching the box shaped tv. Marisa Hartmann rested in the giant chair, swiping through selfie filters until she found one good enough to post. "Men are so easy,” Charity sighed. "I think you mean boys are easy, there aren't any men that go to our school," Marisa clarified. She lifted her phone above her head to take another semi-down the shirt selfie. “Nothing but immature boys,” Katie added. All three girls nodded in agreement before going back to whatever they were doing, but Charity wasn't ready to let this drop. There was something bothering her, and she had no idea how to express her feelings. So she complained to her friends until they helped her figure herself out. Being a teenager was strange. "It’s so annoying because it's so lame,” Charity continued. “I’m over being romanced, getting flowers, and getting bored again.” “Sounds like you need to get laid,” Marisa said with a grin. Katie raised an eyebrow in consideration to Charity, who still stared blankly at the tv screen. “I can get laid, that’s not the problem and you both know it,” Charity argued. “We both know that you’re an easy slut?” Marisa prodded. “Ha ha, very funny.” Charity rolled her eyes. They were close enough friends to let this joke pass, but no self respecting girl liked being called a slut. Charity was mostly self respecting, at least to those who didn’t truly know her. It was fine that she liked sex, and not just the regular sex that she could get from almost any boy at the school. Charity liked weird sex, like back page experimental Cosmo magazine stuff; she found herself bored too easily, like she was right now in the retro game room at Marisa’s. And when she was bored, she thought about sex. The lithe blonde cheerleader sat up and threw the lifeless pillow into the opposite corner of the couch, preparing to get on her soapbox. The commotion was dramatic enough for Marisa to actually get off the phone and actually pay attention to her. “No, think about it, Mars. You and I both know we can get whatever we ask for from just about anyone. We can get in the backseat from a football player, or in the bathroom between classes from the weird/moody, silent kid. If we want an older guy, we’d just troll a bar with a fake ID; but we’re so pretty we wouldn’t even need one. I bet that we could even bag a teacher, like even a married one. Don’t you think that’s boring?” Katie blushed furiously as Marisa considered her words. For a typical blonde, Charity made a good point every now and then. However, Marisa wanted to see where Charity was planning on going with this, and also she wanted to see just how red Katie’s face could get from embarrassment. Charity wasn’t wrong, but she over-calculated just how horny Marisa actually was. It’d be cool and all to get caught up in a whirlwind romance with an older guy, or married man. That being said, she wasn’t one to open her legs at the drop of a hat like Charity. “So what’s your point?” Marisa asked. “I’m not trying to make a point, I’m just saying I’m bored,” Charity said. The cheerleader went back to flipping between channels with an ancient tv remote with tape wrapped around the battery pack. It was Marisa’s turn to not let things go, if something was bothering her friend, she’d at least want to know the cause, it was her game room after all. “Alright, if you’re that bored you should move onto threesomes and gangbangs. You know your way to the boys locker room, you’ve done it in their showers before, right?” Katie choked. “You’ve been in the boy’s locker room?” “Shut up virgin!” Charity snickered. It was an A and B conversation and Katie needed to C her way out. Katie’s virginity was well-renowned in her circle of friends. She was the athletic type, more interested in good grades and Martial Arts tournaments than dating. It wasn’t that she was ugly, quite the opposite. Katie was tall with almond shaped eyes and well defined muscles. Her honor student lifestyle, addiction to Tae Kwon Do, and most importantly her old fashioned Asian parents, did not allow the quick hook-ups like other girls her age. “I’m just saying I want something different, a kinky relationship without the banging — like fifty shades or something.” Charity tapped the remote against her chin. “I love that movie,” Katie quipped. Virgins just didn’t know when to shut up. Marisa decided it was time to give some sort of advice, Katie was getting no where with Charity. “So why don’t you find a billionaire to tie you up and spank you?” Marisa asked. “Who said I won’t be the one doing the spanking?” Marisa laughed, Katie blushed, but Charity was still deep in thought. They were at some sort of impasse, and she had no idea what she even wanted to hear. She was bored, kinda horny, and she wanted to play a game. The idea of being the ‘spanker’ was just a quick comeback to her friend, but Charity found it intriguing and worth a second thought. “I think we’re onto something, about the whole school being boys not men and whatnot. Wouldn’t it be kinky to be in charge of a boy like we were cougars? We could put them under our control, and force them to satisfy even our nastiest fantasies. I mean, really push the envelope.” “So what did you have in mind?” Marisa purred. She could be classically sexy when she wanted. Marisa was one of those girls that woke up perfect, olive colored skin came without the tanning bed, she had long eyelashes and barely had to apply any makeup at all because being beautiful just came naturally to her. Just like her former actress, supermodel mom. “I don’t know, maybe it will come to me,” Charity said. Still nothing came to her except a hot, churning feeling nestled between her legs. She felt the need to squeeze her thighs together, then do it again — harder. Charity softly bit her lip as she hungrily watched television. Maybe she did just need to get laid. That was when she saw the commercial that gave her the idea. At first, Charity wanted to laugh so she covered her mouth. Then she had to stifle something else, a moan. This was naughty, way naughtier than anything she’d ever thought about before. By far the naughtiest daydream while watching television. Charity flashed Marisa a wicked grin from the couch prompting her to say something. “Alright Chars, what’s on your dirty mind?” Charity crawled from the couch to whisper in her friend’s ear. Her words lost to those outside her cupped hand, but Katie tried to figure out what she was saying by watching their faces. The curiosity was killing her, she hated being left out and this felt super juicy. Marisa started off looking a little confused, then she frowned, and then she laughed. It wasn’t until Charity finished her sales pitch that Marisa featured the same wonton look as her friend. Marisa asked, “Is that really a thing?” “It totally is, I read about it online months ago,” Charity answered. “What kind of guy would even allow you to do that to him?” Charity raised her eyebrows and gave Marisa a knowing look. They were the best of friends, almost at mind reader level. “You know you already have a boy wrapped around your finger,” said the blonde cheerleader. It was Marisa’s turn to blush, she knew just who Charity was talking about. He was cute but not boyfriend material, safely tucked away in the friend zone where he belonged. At the same time, the cheerleader was right about him being wrapped around her finger, but that didn’t mean he’d be into the craziness Charity was proposing. However, Marisa was intrigued by this erotically charged challenge, how far would a boy go to please them? Especially a pushover like him. Marisa asked, “Just how —?” “We could condition him like a Pavlov dog, get him hungry with every ring of the bell. With our feminine wiles we could have him jumping through hoops in no time. Just think of it as a makeover, but with a twist." The two girls laughed as the commercial continued on just in front of them. Katie was officially out of the loop, her eyes jumping from the giggling girls and the television trying to deduct what she was missing. She'd had enough of waiting, so she stood from the couch. “What are you guys talking about? And what does that have to do with Pampers?” …. 1 “No way!” That’s what Adam wanted to say when Marisa invited him to her lake house for the four day weekend. It had to be a prank or something, why would a popular girl want to spend time with a pipsqueak like himself? This was beyond the pale of believability, and it had a dreamlike quality that could just be pinched away. Sure, they shared a few classes together throughout their time in high school. He often helped her with her homework, which actually meant he did it himself, but that was always the plight of smart guys with pretty girls. The closest the two got was when Marisa played the role of his mom in the school play, 'Mother Knows Best'. However, those connections were hardly the means to be invited to a lake house. When he thought about it, he wasn't even sure they were friends, and he had expected her to disown him at her earliest convenience. Marisa was so far out of his league that they weren't even playing the same sport. She looked like a trending movie star, had the etiquette of a princess, and she practically ran the school with her personality alone. As for her body, her mom was some kind of bikini model, and the apple didn’t fall too far from the scantily-clad tree. Marisa often wore short shorts to show off her long legs and halter tops to show off her naturally tan skin. Her hair was the color of honey and caramel, finding a soft niche between blonde and brunette. She was also homecoming queen as if there was any doubt. Adam asked, "Why me?" Marisa didn’t give him an answer, she just giggled. He agreed to go anyways, but that was before he found out that Charity and Katie were going as well. Now, he would be the only boy in a lake house with three of the hottest girls in his grade. "No way!" That’s what his friends all said when he told them how he was planning to spend his weekend. They worshipped him like he’d pulled off the impossible, like he’d found the holy grail. Jerry joked, "Hold on, wasn't Marisa the one who was your mom in the play -- wouldn’t that make her a MILF?” There was plenty of laughter and high fives to go around, they all told jokes at his expense. Adam regretted letting his plans slip. When they realized that he was telling the truth, his entire table had a bit of an overreaction. His friends turned into howler monkeys — bouncing around the table, banging their chests with their hands, and victoriously pumping their fists into the air. They fantasized and strategized on how he could bed all three girls, maybe at the same time. The commotion caused the whole cafeteria to stare, and that made Adam want to disappear. Out of all his nerdy friends, Jeremy typically razzed on him the most. He was a self-proclaimed love expert, and even he looked borderline jealous of Adam. He reminded him that this was how pornos started, 'hot chicks with a helpless geek'. They surrounded Adam in a makeshift football huddle around the table, game planning what his next move should be, and how he should best handle this 'opportunity'. His mom would probably complain about all of the locker room talk, but Adam was happy that his mom wasn't there to hear what was being said. He kept his hands over his face to hide his blushing cheeks. He let out a couple of nervous laughs to play off his unease, but he didn't touch his lunch. Good things weren’t supposed to happen to the wallflower, the outcast. There comes a time in everyone’s life where they evaluate themselves against the hopeless backdrop of their peers — a measurement of deviation from normalcy. It didn’t take long for Adam to see how different he was from most eighteen year olds. He was short and scrawny, and small enough to still shop in the kids section. Adam never had to shave, even the freshmen had stubble. It was like the puberty fairy forgot to sprinkle dust on him while he slept. He even played the cute little kid in the school play. Everyone laughed at the jokes, they coo’ed and aww’ed at him, all the while he was a senior in high school. He wasn't bad looking, both his mom and grandma said he was handsome. That’s two women spanning two generations, that had to count for something, right? Adam was shy and struggled to talk to girls, he was a virgin and never had a girlfriend because he was afraid if he asked they’d say -- “No way!” Okay, he was better with girls than he gave himself credit. Jeremy often marveled at how well he did with the opposite sex despite being so clueless. He was the opposite of Adam, Jeremy kept up with the latest fashions, dressed the part and quoted GQ like it was scripture. His reputation for unsuccessfully chasing skirt, and his palpable desperation, led to him turning off every girl at school. However, he still lectured Adam almost daily in how to get girls. Just like he was doing now. Jeremy advised, “You’ve got to have the confidence to be yourself if you want to seal the deal.” The irony was not lost on Adam; he did his best to ignore him, he didn’t want to be the one to burst his friend’s bubble. Adam just looked at things differently, his friends all changed as they grew older — everyone except Adam. Friday nights were no longer about pizza and late night video game sessions, there were no more nerf wars with walkie-talkies in the woods; now, all his crew cared about was getting laid. Adam wasn’t like them. He still played with action figures, watched cartoons and he loved wearing his Pokémon shirts to school. Like Ash Ketchum, Pokémon was timeless. It’s not like he wasn’t interested in girls, his life didn't revolve around hooking up. The situation at school didn't help matters, he was prime pickings for a lot of random harassment from his female classmates. When he walked down the halls, he got his hair ruffled, butt goosed, a couple of times he was even carried off by a pack of giggling girls. It wasn't anything sexual, it was just how they'd flirt with a senior that looked like an 8th grader. They also gave him kindly nicknames, calling him 'squirt', 'honey', 'baby'. They treated him like a kid brother, not potential boyfriend material. “No way!” That’s what Adam thought his mom would say when he asked her if he could spend the weekend at a lake house with three girls. This wouldn't pass her puritanical smell test for sure. However, she surprised him with the biggest smile and a sincere happy mommy hug. Adam still got those at eighteen. Then she asked, “Honey, do we need to talk about safe sex?” “No way!” Adam wanted to scream, but he just shook his head. She did so anyways, for an entirely painful 30 minutes, Adam never wanted to hear about the birds and bees ever again. The following day he found a box of condoms on his pillow, a gift from mom. How come everyone was viewing this lake house invitation as a VIP ticket to orgyville? Of course he knew of all three girls, they were school-wide royalty with perfect hair and perfect bodies to match. Cool seemed to always stick with them and change with them like seasons. They were the unapologetic trend setters, who all girls wanted to be and whom all boys wanted to be with. Charity was a blonde, everyone knows the type, a cliche valley girl that began each sentence with OMG and spelled out LOL instead of laughing. Her clothes were expensive but always bought on sale. She wasn’t really rude, she just tried really hard to make it seem like she didn’t care. Adam knew for a fact that she did, back in sophomore year, she stopped a few members of the football team from putting him in a locker. She had a reputation as a girl that went all the way, which meant as much to Adam as the weather on the moon. Katie was more of a mystery. The Asian girl was a blackbelt in TaeKwonDo, genuinely polite and caring. Her GPA was through the roof, and she won an award in just about everything she did. Her intelligence was just as intimidating as her muscles, she was athletic and quick to solve a math problem. As far as Adam knew, she never had a boyfriend. It seemed like the dating scene passed by them both. The boys at his table had different ways to describe the girls, they made hand gestures regarding their curves, they kissed at the air like lovesick fools. Jeremy asked, "So you're going to film this right? You're going to make an epic porno." "Um... No way," muttered Adam. This would not end in sex, he thought to himself. However, there was a secret in the duffle bag cradled between his feet. Safely tucked away in a sock was the box of condoms his mother had bought him. There was no way that he'd put anything on video, even though the thought did excite him a bit. That'd be one way to get back at Jeremy for razzing him about his virginity for the last four years. Adam looked around to see his support group had turned on him, no longer regarding him as the king of the table, only as the loser who wouldn't give them what they wanted. The energy deflated like a worn balloon. Adam hated himself for telling them his weekend plans, but he also hated disappointing them. So he did what all cowards did, he gave in. "Okay, fine. If anything happens I'll try to catch it on video." Adam expected them to cheer, chant his name, and carry him around the cafeteria, but they all fell silent. Their eyes went wide, their jaws dropped open with shocked expressions on their faces, he was surprised by the effect his words had on them. He was even more surprised to hear Marisa's voice come from behind him. “What do you plan to catch on video?” Adam felt the dual sensation of panic and humiliation when he wondered just how much she had heard. The world reeled in slow motion as he turned from the table to see not only Marisa, but Charity and Katie as well. They all had the same look on their faces, the same kind that his mom had when he did something bad. He ran his hand through his shaggy hair, he had no idea what to say, so he nervously chuckled while looking to his friends for help. Jeremy turned his back on him, whistling like he had nothing to do with operation Amatuer Pornstar. It looked like Adam was already on his own, some group of friends that he had. "I was hoping to make a nature video. You know, of the animals around the lake." A surprising solid 3 star save in the clutch! Right on cue, the boys around him nodded in agreement, someone muttered something about squirrels. It looked like everyone believed Adam except for the three girls. Katie crossed her muscular arms, Charity rolled her eyes, and Marisa had her hands on her hips as if to say: "No way..." "I'm sure you care all about the wildlife," Charity groaned. She had plenty of experience with bad boyfriends and could sniff out a masculine lie like a bloodhound. Marisa seemed the quickest to shrug it off. "My mom just pulled up, are you all packed and ready for our trip?" Jealousy emanated from his friends as they left the boys at the table. The ones who were about to throw a parade in his honor were now giving him sideways glances like he was the first one to shout bingo in a room full of grannies. He was no longer wanted at this table, and he was pretty certain that he wouldn't be until he came back with a scandalous video. That probably wouldn't happen, because despite the peer pressure, Adam still thought that it was a bad idea. Katie asked, "Are you excited?" The taller girl slugged him in the arm, harder than she probably intended, she was a black belt after all. He managed to nod back at her. Adam was not a fan of small talk, and he had to stop himself from throwing up when he opened his mouth. He said something that sounded like 'yeah', but it was more of a grunt than a word, so he cleared his throat and said it again. It still came out as a mumbling mess. The hallway to the car seemed to go on forever, how was he supposed to talk to these girls this weekend? Adam wanted to open up, shake off the shyness, but he was still a mumbling, bumbling idiot. Two conflicting thoughts battled in his mind as he shuffled in silence. The first, that his friends were wrong, and this wouldn’t be some sort of sexy party with a wild romp with these girls. This was highly likely, and the most probable outcome, but some leftover mystery still lingered — what if they were right? What if he was heading into a trap where these girls would bang him all weekend? It sounded like a fantasy, but it made him want to throw up. Both thoughts were equally nerve racking, and he couldn’t think of anything else. Marisa put her arm around him and shook him awake. "Come on, Adam. We're going to have a great time this weekend. We've been looking forward to hanging out with you, so there's no need to be nervous." He melted a little bit when she flashed a smile at him. "We're going to have LOADS of fun,” Charity giggled. There was a red luxury SUV in the parking lot, a beautiful woman leaned against the passenger side door like a Bond girl. Her long blonde hair swayed in the wind, same as her loose fitting turquoise summer dress that looked like it was ripped straight from a fashion magazine. She looked like she was high maintenance but worth every penny. Marisa pointed to her. "It looks like my mom is here. Adam, why don't you say hello while we load up all the bags in the back?" "No Way!" Is what Adam thought when he saw Marisa's mom for the first time. Jeremy liked to use the word MILF to describe any woman over the age of thirty, but that's the exact way Adam would describe her. She had aged out of pretty but matured into beautiful. The nerves rose up again, and he chose to look at his feet rather than make eye contact with her. He wanted to snap out of it, say something witty or polite, but he just walked in front of her and stood there expectantly. Like a mute. Mrs. Hartmann leaned down and ruffled his shaggy brown hair. "So you're this Adam that Marisa keeps talking about. I recognize you from the play, you look a little bit older when you're not wearing a sailor suit." A bit puzzled, Adam looked down at his Pikachu t-shirt and khaki shorts, then remembered what he wore for the play. Yes, he wore a sailor suit to make him look more like a kid. As if his genes didn’t do that enough already. “Yeah, those aren’t my regular clothes,” Adam mumbled. "I'm sure they weren't, but you did look so cute. I'd say that you were the audience's second favorite, and you memorized your lines so well. We were so proud of you, weren't we Marisa?" "We sure were," Marisa commented as she circled around the front of the car and hopped into the passenger seat. The hot mom extended her hand to shake his, Adam just meekly put his hands in hers. "My name is Lindsey Hartmann, and I'll be your driver today. You better be on your best behavior, I won't hesitate to give you a firm smack on the behind if you get out of line with any of these girls." Adam couldn't tell if she was joking or not, she was as difficult to read as Shakespeare with a stutter. However, he didn't like the sound of being spanked at all. There was something so demeaning and childish about that particular punishment. Adam had an active imagination. In his mind he saw himself draped over her lap — and he stopped himself from thinking about it even further because his face was turning pink. Marisa rolled down the window. “Aren't you going to join us?" Everyone was already inside the car by the time Adam recovered. He opened the door to the back seat to find Katie and Charity already comfortable and watching him expectantly. He stepped inside only to find a pink booster seat in the last open spot. Not only was it pink, it was a princess themed toddler chair covered with glittering magic wands, butterflies and fairy wings. A large sparkling tiara featured prominently where his butt would be. He wanted to say so bad — "No Way!" Really? Were they expecting him to sit in a chair for toddlers? Adam fumbled around the back of the booster looking for a way to pull it off the seat so he could actually sit down. It was tied to the backseat by some force beyond science, he certainly couldn't figure out where. Adam pulled and jerked at the chair while the whole car watched him make a fool out of himself. "Is there a problem?" Marisa asked from the front. "No, I'm just trying to move this car seat so I can sit down," Adam answered. "Could you do me a big favor and just deal with it this time?" Marisa asked politely. "We put the seat in for my baby cousin, and it was a real hassle that we do not want to do again. My mom is planning on taking her to the zoo next week." Marisa had a way of making Adam do whatever she wanted, the magic formula was her good looks and powerful charisma with a dash of his lack of backbone. She could easily put him under her spell. He felt helpless to her words; then again, a car seat was a car seat. Lines had to be drawn somewhere. Adam complained, "I don't think I'd even fit, I'm not a little kid." There the chair sat, its intentions evil to the core, and Adam wasn't planning on sitting in it — that was until Charity slapped the seat with her hand, which startled him. She didn't have to say a word, she just gave him a look. He was beginning to hate these girls and their looks. But once again like a coward, he gave in. He climbed into the car seat without any more protest. The arms on the booster were snug around his waist, but besides that, he did fit. Adam frowned when he did. Marisa snaked her hand from around the front seat and gave his thigh a squeeze. "And you thought you were too big," Marisa laughed. "Well, I —“ Lindsey interrupted, "Aren't you going to buckle up?" Adam desperately wanted to argue, say something about being an adult, but everything around him seemed to move too fast. In a flash, Charity deftly pulled the seat belt over him, her hands sliding uncomfortably through his comfort space, barely above his no-no zone, but the boy was flabbergasted already. Too many girls, too little of space, and princess themed car seats had a way of getting to someone. "Alright, he's locked up tight. Let's get this show on the road," Charity announced.

Chapter 1: With her lips pressed against the glass bottle, she took a large gulp. Emma didn’t know what she was drinking but only that it made her feel good. It made her feel numb. Her throat burned but she continued to drink, wanting to forget everything. Everyone. The room spun around and around and little twinkly lights sparkled in her eyes. The girl was aware that she was dead drunk. She was also aware that her best friend, Hannah was slumped over against Jack, more drunk than she. They’d broken up just yesterday. It was an ugly, sad fight that had not ended on the right note. But she had not expected him to move on so quickly. Not with Hannah. Never with her self declared sister. Emma giggled so hard that tears formed in her eyes and the bottle slipped from her hand, crashing into a million pieces, but nobody seemed to notice. Nobody ever noticed. Shouts sounded from the back porch. A game of beer pong was being played and In the kitchen, people mixed different drinks together, creating a cocktail of god-knows-what. But Emma stood in the living room. She hissed as the glass shards cut into her bare feet. The slight pain soon became overwhelming as the music pounded in her ears, sending a pulsing beat all the way to her soul. Her body swayed back and forth among the crowd of people. Now, she wasn’t usually into frat parties but was known to let loose every once in a while; and if she was desperate enough then would drink. She glared at the two of them as they sucked each other's faces and his hands groped her body. Emma had given Hannah the dress to borrow. It had never been a favorite of hers because it was too sparkly and tight. But it was exactly her friend’s style. Emma didn’t want it back now. She’d rather burn the damn outfit. Her feet moved on their own accord until she found herself outside, standing in the front yard. The grass was littered with red solo cups and over a dozen cars were parked in the driveway. She sat down and laid back, staring up at the starless night sky. “Emma?” Her head turned to the right. It was Julie Watkins. They were friends… kind of. “What’s wrong?” her eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re crying.” Was she? Her hand hovered below her blue eyes and fingertips were wet. She was. Julie sat down beside her. She was a nice girl. Her thick curly brown hair was pulled back into a long braid that snaked down her back. Her face was narrow, skin pale, and nose long and pointy. “I like your outfit.” Emma sloppily smiled. It was just a graphic t-shirt and denim skirt. Julie laughed. “I like your outfit as well.” Julie was nice. Everyone liked Julie, it was hard not to. Emma wore a plain black halter top and skinny jeans. She wasn’t quite sure where her shoes had gone. “Do you want to tell me why you’re out here crying?” the girl tried again. Emma shrugged. “Did you see Hannah and Jack?” “They’re drunk. I’m sure by tomorrow they won’t remember any of this.” Julie was too kind. How come she couldn’t be her best friend? “My parents are also getting divorced!” she blurted before she could stop herself. Her kind-of-friend was very understanding but Hannah had never been. Fuck Hannah Flynn. Fretfully, she tugged at a wavy lock of her auburn hair and Julie rubbed her back in soothing circles. She was crying again. “Do you want a ride back to your dorm? I haven’t drank anything.” Again, she shrugged, very indecisive at the moment. The whole reason she had come to college was to escape her parents who couldn’t manage to go a day without fighting. Emma thought it would be better being all the way across the country. The University of Seattle was an amazing school. “Let’s go,” said Julie as she stood up. “Do you know where your shoes are?” “No.” The girl sighed. “That’s alright. My car is just around the corner.” Clumsily she pushed herself up, leaning against Julie who was five feet and five inches tall. Emma was only five feet and two inches. She felt short in comparison. “I know what it feels like.” whispered Julie. “My parents divorced when I was eight. I’m not gonna lie, it’s not fun. But everything gets better in time. Just remember that.” The words passed right through her. Emma wasn’t sure what she’d remember by tomorrow. ooOoo She’d spent the past hour of the morning puking in the bathroom and after four ibuprofens for her pounding headache, still felt like shit. Her skin was pale, more so than usual, and clammy. The stuffy hot office only made it worse. The nineteen year old girl sat cross legged on the lumpy brown couch. Last night was a blur but she remembered them vividly making out on the couch. Hannah never came back to the dorm. It wasn’t hard to guess where she was. “Emmaline, can you answer me?” She looked up suddenly. Her counselor, Ms. Newman pursed her lips and shook her head. Her brown hair was pulled back into a severe bun and glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry?” “Are you aware that you’re failing several of your classes? You got into this school on an academic scholarship and your grades right now are less than exemplary. You don’t want to be kicked out, do you?” Did she? Emma really couldn’t answer. “I-I’m going through stuff. I’m sorry but right now isn’t really the best time for… anything.” she tried to explain herself, truly she did. “We were understanding in the beginning but there comes a time when you need to pick yourself up.” Ms. Newman sighed. “You can’t continue this way. Many of your professors have expressed the same concerns.” There was no hiding that she was hung over. “Emma, there are people who want to help you. You’re only a freshman and have so much to look forward to. I understand your parents divorce has hit you hard but it helps to talk to others sometimes. You don’t have to struggle with this alone.” Sharing her feelings with strangers was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d rather jump in front of a train. “I’m going to give you the name of a therapist. She’s free and I’ve sent many students to her before. Trust me, they’re completely new people after they're done with her.” Emma could tell that it wasn’t really a choice and took the piece of paper reluctantly. This woman could spout whatever nonsense she wanted but nothing would change. Her life sucked and would always be that way. Afterward, she went back to her dorm, prepared to take another nap but stopped short. “I’m so sorry!” Hannah exclaimed upon seeing her. Mascara ran down her face and a dark tightly coiled curl stuck to her wet cheek. “I-I was drunk and wasn’t thinking straight and it just sorta happened!” Maybe if she had been thinking rationally, she would’ve been more understanding but at the moment she wanted to strangle the curl and watch as her dark skin lost color. “Fuck you, Han.” her voice was cold. “Of course you went after Jack McCroy! He’s mine-” “You broke up… again! For like the hundredth time!” her voice rose an octave. “I’m sorry that I made a mistake but don’t get angry at me. It’s not my fault that you’ve got a shitty life!” Hannah knew that she had hit her where it hurt. “Em… I- I didn’t mean tha-” “Get out.” Her hands formed into a fist at her side, knuckles white. “Get the fuck out!” She didn't need to ask again. ooOoo Her major was political science. Ever since she was a little girl, Emmaline Rodgers had dreams of becoming the first female president of the United States. However, as she grew older those dreams were quickly squashed as she realized what a misogynistic world she lived in. Now, she just hoped to be something. Anything other than a college drop out. Before, Emma thought she didn’t care but now took it back. The girl didn’t work so hard throughout high school and leave home only to end up right back there. She was determined to succeed. To do better than her miserable parents who they themselves never completed college. Her mother worked the farm and her father owned the local corner store. They didn’t make a ton of money but it was enough to survive off of the necessities. Townsford, Connecticut was a town of about one thousand. It was more a rural farming community with one stoplight in the entire county. Everyone knew everyone and it was not a good place to stand out. That’s why she had always hated her vibrant red hair. She got it from her father. Emma had always considered herself kind of a shy girl. Never straying far away from what she knew but there was a desire that burned inside her to escape the deadbeat town which is exactly what she did. The girl was doing more than her parents ever did but it wasn’t enough. That’s why a week later she met Marina Tischner. The woman was kind and almost had a motherly feel to her. She had straight blonde hair and a heart shaped face. She was dressed casually in a blue turtleneck, dark jeans and boots. The room was small but comfortable. The walls were painted a mustard yellow and there was one small window which was the only light in the room. In front of her was a coffee table and a chair on the other side. An icy glass of water and a bowl of mints were situated in front of her. She was surprisingly easy to talk to, something Emma had sworn she would never do. Everything came pouring out of her mouth at rapid speed: Hannah and Jack. Her parents. Hopes and dreams. The only sound she heard was the sound of the pencil tip against the paper as Dr. Tischner took down notes. “Are you happy with your life right now?” “Honestly?” her voice shook. “No. Sometimes I wish I could go far away and be a different person, live a second life. Don’t get me wrong, I want to try. I don’t want to give up but I’m just so tired of everything.” “It’s normal to feel that way. Everyone does at some point.” She supposed the woman was right but Emma just felt so alone. There was no one to save her. “Why don’t you have a sip of the water.” Dr. Tischner nodded toward the glass. “We’ve been talking for a while.” ooOoo Emma’s eyes blinked open but quickly shut, the bright light caught her by surprise. She tried again, this time more slowly and hesitant. Something wasn’t right. A headache thundered at the front of her head and vision blurred around the edges. She felt dead, unable to feel her body, everything was numb. “Mmmhph!” she tried to talk but it came out in a grumbled mess. There was something in her mouth that she couldn’t spit out. The girl was so tired. Her eyes began to flutter as different colors floated in front of her. “No, no Emmy.” a woman stood above her. “Nap time is over, you can go night-night later.” Nap time? Night-night? What the hell was going on? “You’re a silly girl. Just suck on your paci, there’s no need for tears.” Was she crying? The woman tapped the object lodged in her mouth. Without really thinking about it, Emma did as she said. It felt like she had been hit by a truck. Nothing made any sense. “Nurse Janie just has to change your diapee and then you can have some nummies.” Her blue eyes narrowed and brows furrowed together. Something really wasn’t right. Her heart raced against her chest and a high whine escaped her throat. The woman picked her up with ease and automatically her legs wrapped around her waist and head rested on her shoulder. The young girl suddenly stiffened, hearing a crinkle as the woman… patted her butt? “Don’t worry sweetie.” she cooed. “You’re just a little wet but it’s nothing I can’t take care of.” There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as her mind caught up with the lady’s words and realized what the feeling was between her legs. She was wearing a fucking diaper. “Nnn-nuhnuh!” she tried to speak but could only string together a few words. Her body shook and the woman just patted her back. Looking around the room it was empty, save for a bunch of oversized… cages? No. Cribs.There was a rocking chair positioned in each corner of the room and walls were painted a light pink. A rainbow, clouds, and a smiling sun were painted on the wall. It reminded her of her childhood doctor’s office. Except she wasn’t a child. She was nineteen years old. “Keep sucking your paci,” her voice remained calm. “We’re just going to get your little tush changed.” Breath. One, two, three, four… she began to count in her mind. Five, six, seven, eight… don’t think about what she’s doing. Don’t think about how she just strapped you to a fucking changing table that’s way to big for an actual baby. Tears burned in her eyes and a few trickled down her cheeks. She flinched at the touch of the wet wipe against her… her private area. No one but her had ever touched down there before. Her heart pounded in her ears and began to struggle against the straps that restrained her ankles and wrists. She was completely nakad. Oh dear god. Emma screamed, terrified of what was going to happen. The woman swatted her thigh and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Is little Emmy having bad thoughts?” “Effmfa!” her voice grumbled as she tried to correct the woman. Her name was Emma. Emmy was a baby name. “Oh Emmy, your head is just filled with bad big girl thoughts.” she ignored her protest. “I’m just getting you changed into your pullup and pretty dress. Your diapees are just for night time.” That wasn’t what she was upset about, at least not in that sense. Emma had to communicate with her that there had been some sort of mistake. She wasn’t meant to be here. The young girl kicked her legs as hard as she could, straining against the restraints. The woman clicked her tongue and blue eyes narrowed. “You’ve been such a good girl the past few days. Perhaps you're just hungry, it is time for your nummies after all.” Emma almost laughed in disbelief. Nummies? How old did she think she was? Five? And what did she mean by the past few days? Emma could only remember the beginning of the meeting with Dr. Tischner. The woman bent down, opening a drawer and pulled out a thick pullup. Her cheeks pinkened as Emma wailed from behind the rubber object, unable to escape. “Oh, you’ll get nummies soon. I know how much you like nursie’s milk. Relax and suck on your paci.” But she couldn’t relax because a sudden storm raged at the front of her mind- a lightning strike, a clap of thunder. Her eyes blinked rapidly, persisting through the pain, trying to remember. But her mind was blank. How had she ended up here? ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and read, I really appreciate it! I’ve already started writing the second chapter and it should be uploaded soon!

CHAPTER 1 In a remote area there is a town of about 50,000 inhabitants which is totally isolated to the population, the only facade accessible to the public is a huge building called «REGRESSION SHOCK THERAPY BUILDING » Inside that building there was a man who was giving a press conference about the success of a private state channel called "The AB Show » This show was based on the film « The Truman Show » 23 years ago The man with absolutely no shame explained that the state has found a way to make huge amounts of money at the expense of broken persons who have suffered a post traumatic shock by easily breaking them down completely so that they become adult baby of 3 years old The tv reality show It's an incredible success, there are thousands of channels available and the public is addicted to « The AB Show » In fact the public is fascinated to see adults baby couple behave and talk like baby, but mostly they are entangled and turn on by the way they having sex, of course they have sex the way they were educated It only takes six weeks before applicants are completely brainwashed. Following this they live in the state hook as a couple in a closed city among thousands of other AB. They are fed, changed, washed etc the only thing they have to do is play with their toys having sex and naturally some spanking to keep them sexually stimulated Soon I’II show you said the men, the video tape that captured all the explicit details of Pete and Katy transformation. Of course the sensitive heart I would suggest you not to watch because there is a lot of violent spanking, humiliation, crying but also a lot of positive reinforcement, and the beautiful thing with positive reinforcement its that when they are no more capable of pain they begin to accepted more and more what happening to them and in a twisted way they begin to craved the humiliation they undergo So let me explain, Pete arrived here 8 january 2020 in a post-traumatic shock, It arises from exposure to trauma resulting in a death Pete was a train operator (subway) in is old life before someone jump in front of is train. So when the paramedics picked him up after all the police interrogation etc, they brought him here to the REGRESSION SHOCK THERAPY BUILDING (RSTB), of course he didn’t know where he was brought, but most importantly he didn’t know he was breating his last moment of is adulthood When he arrived at the RSTB the doctors put him in a artificial coma stade 3 for 14 days by sedating drugs, such as midazolam or propofo, this is deep coma that will put him on any reaction to painful stimuli. During the 14 days the subjects will receive some surgery, here is the list -Minor anal operation (cut the sphincter muscles) -Minor lobotomy -Removal of all teeths -Permanent removal of all hair -Injection of medication via a catheder to weaken the blader -Head phone session (Babyis hypnosis) Now let's go to a commercial pose for a few minutes so that after that I explain these various surgery to you and then I will show you Kati and Pete video transformation

This is my first ever time writing a Story. I have had this idea in my mind for a very long time. I do welcome feedback but please be nice.. The Girls Holiday (Part 1 ) "Welcome Home" was all I heard as I waddled into the house after returning from holiday. There stood my Mother in Law greeting us into the house. She came over to look after the house while we was gone. Emily my GF (Well Ex now) went and gave her a hug "Oh i have so much to tell you", "but first lets show Jake to his new room" i was picked up and carried up to my new awaiting bedroom and I just sobbed at what I saw. Lets rewind a little. My name is Jake and I am 18 Years Old - I suffer from a rare condition called Pygmism, basically my body is developed but I am no taller than a 7 Year old. It does have its advantages of being able to fit into places where normal people cant fit. Being able to fit into kids clothes that are cheaper than Adults but with all Advantages come the negatives of always having to produce my ID to go into anywhere. Some places even deny me entry cause of my height and structure, all my GF friends speaking in context of like I am a child. See I am very independent I can just about reach the kettle to make myself a cup of tea when needed or being able to make a meal when Emily decides to go out for the night. it does wind me up that everyone speak to me as a child "Do you need help hunny" "Can you reach". Emily I met when I was 16 we actually went to school together and decided once leaving to move into a house together, she is very supportive of me and keeps trying to encourage me to do more and more things. I am scared to leave the house for fear of being judged but she tells me to ignore what people think. Emily is very tall (well anyone would be taller than be to be honest) and some would say that she is a bit out of my league. "Honey, I am home" she yells out as she comes through the door kicking off her heels after finishing work at the local office. Sat in the living room as usual playing on the PlayStation I smile, Remember I have my friends coming over tonight to discuss "The Girls Holiday" she keeps calling it. She is soo excited at the prospect of going away that they have been planning it for like 2-3 months. I do not understand why as it is only a rubbish little getaway for 2 weeks down to the local Beach staying in a Caravan (oooo so excited) - Other hand I was more excited at the prospect of staying by myself for 2 weeks with no-one looking after me. See since we met and moved in there has been the odd occasion where she has left me but I have never been left overnight or a period of time by myself, I am unsure why I guess she has never felt the need to go anywhere but finally after 2 Years the day has nearly come. "If you need the toilet Jake then just go" She exclaims while sitting on the couch "I have been watching you jiggling that leg and doing the potty dance for the last 10 minutes". She was right i have been so focused playing on the PlayStation and finishing of the game that I have been holding it in. I guess some would say i have gotten a little Lazy and relaxed with our relationship to how it was before. I suddenly finish off and leg it to the toilet, tracksuit bottoms down I look at my childish pants, Due to my condition I only fit in Kids clothes as mentioned above we do try to get plainest items but you cannot get boxers for a 7 Year old so therefore I have to wear pants instead, I have come to acceptance of what will be will be but still it does get me down a little. While looking down I noticed a small little spot on them, "Oh no I must of dribbled a little" I exclaim, The embarrassing thing is this is not the first time it has happened. Emily got so mad last time and she keeps making comment that my pants smell of wee and maybe we should go to the doctors if it keeps happening, As I flush and get dressed I gulp thinking shall I tell her or not - I exit the toilet and was taken back as she was standing outside, "Jack did you make it in time" she says at me with a look on her face, Thoughts was racing round my head ( Shall I tell her the truth, Shall I Lie?) I snapped back "Of course I am not 5 I know how to go to the stupid toilet" - Suddenly she grabs my trousers and yanks them down, I could only hang my head in shame as I knew what she could see "What on earth is this Jake, A Wet Spot and then you lied about it to me, I am so Angry that you lied to me" " now quick please hurry upstairs have a shower and get dressed my friends are due any moment" "unless of course you would like to discuss your problems of keeping you pants dry to Charlotte, Jessica and Louise" I quickly shake my head now bend over and pull my trousers on and hurry to the top of the stairs. - Just in time I thought as I hear the familiar sound of the doorbell going....

I was off on a trip to England, my flight was due to leave in a couple of hours. My bags were packed, and I was more thrilled than I remember being in a long time. All around me was great activity as I tried to find my gate. The airport was bustling, holding countless travelers as they waited to board their flights. For many of the people here, this airport was the only sliver of this foreign land they were allowed to set foot on. A wondrous crossroads, where some are business travelers, others vacationers, other still mourners--a melange of life's characters and stages were hinted in each passing face. I should mention I have an embarrassing bladder problem. I can make it to the bathroom, but only if it's really close by. Sometimes I leak. Sometimes, I have to go badly and just don't want to trouble myself to get up to pee. Naturally, I had about twenty briefs stowed away in one of my bags, and at least three in my carry on bag just in case. As I sat down on my first plane, it seemed like I was still pretty dry. The sun was beginning to set outside. I added lots of baby powder to make sure it wouldn't be too uncomfortable in there. I fell asleep during and woke up feeling pretty rested. Looking out the window, there were streaks of lightning coursing clouds below. Presumably we were speeding along through clouds and storms at hundreds of miles per hour, which felt strange considering how still it was inside the cabin. I prodded slightly at my underwear trying to do a covert check. It felt pretty sodden down there, so I made my way to the lavatory and got cleaned up. Before long I was freshly powdered and enjoying a bubbly drink while viewing the clouds and the moon. Things got a little strange when we touched down, but nothing I couldn't handle. I sense this experience could be much more distressing for someone other than me. I was made to go through a whole body scanner, which means the young pretty twenty something at the controls with her frizzy black hair could witness something of my shame. To my surprise, I was asked to go with her into a room nearby. "Is everything alright?" I asked. "I just need to check something quick, I'm sorry--I need you to take down your pants." She said. I did what I was told, what else could I do? I began unbuttoning my jeans. With the zipper down, I slid them down the rest of the way, revealing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. "I know you have something under those too, I need to see." I hesitated. "Don't worry, it's okay," she cooed. I slid down my shorts, revealing my brief. I couldn't bend down or feel it to see if I was wet, so she would know if I was wet or not before I did. Was I? I wasn't going to ask her. "Oh--just a diaper." She mused, looking at me with surprise. Her gaze seemed sympathetic but it still withered me a little. It said 'this man wets himself.' My legs were beginning to get chilly, it was kind of cold in this room. At least my diaper felt warm. Wait. That's not good. After a long pause, she spoke. "I'm really sorry to have to say this, but I need to check inside," she said. "What?" "It's okay, I'll get you in a fresh one after. Just need to make sure there's nothing illegal in there." I stood their motionless as she began to unfasten my tabs. She took the diaper away once she was satisfied there wasn't anything suspicious inside it. To my horror it was pretty wet, and wet with unusually yellow pee. I looked down at my dangling, diaper dependent thingy in humiliation. All the colour must have drained from my face and escaped through my crotch. I noticed she was unfolding another diaper to put on me. "Pee isn't illegal, especially not when it's contained so nicely by your diapy," She said while giving me a teasing look. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just let her fasten the clean diaper on me in silence. As I was pulling up my pants to leave, I keenly felt the first few trickles of pee leak into my new underwear. I thanked the woman and left, closing the door behind me. The End

This is a story I posted not too long ago on the abdlstoryforum website, but I've decided to post it here while I lay down my roots and prepare a new story for the contest. I hope you all enjoy it and I can get some fresh eyes on it, it may not be perfect but I like it as an introduction to my writing style. I''ll be honest, I'm not trying to write A Tale of Two Cities here, just something a bit sexy some people can have some fun with. Any feedback you can give me would be appreciated, as well as any follows or... likes? If that is a thing here. Maybe it can at least get a few folks off. Anyway, please enjoy Kendra Takes Ethan by Eternal Futility Fiction. Kendra Takes Ethan The boredom was the worst part. There were no clocks or windows in the room where Ethan was kept, and the lights were always set at the same soft glow, making it impossible to estimate how much time had passed. He knew his captor always left him alone for several hours straight five days in a row, and from this he surmised that she must have a full time job. The idea of her going out, living a normal life, while he lay waiting in a thick, crinkling disposable diaper filled him with an impotent rage, which he had no way to release. For the first few weeks, whenever Ethan was left alone, he had pulled and struggled against his restraints, desperate to be free. He was young and strong, but that was not enough to stretch or break the thick leather strap across his chest. He was also denied the use of his hands, as they’d been locked securely into safety mittens since his first day of captivity, only ever taken off for his captor to trim his fingernails. The mittens themselves were clipped under another strap which held his hips in place, preventing him from moving his arms in the slightest. A final strap linked to a pair of padded ankle cuffs, which stopped him from rolling over or changing position. Even if by some miracle he managed to escape from these expertly applied restraints, he would have to find a way out of his “crib”, as his captor called it. Ethan considered it more of a cage, as he’d never seen a crib with a locking top, nor one built from such sturdy, hardened oak. Inevitably, his struggles would end with him sobbing quietly, wallowing in the helplessness and humiliation of his new life. He wanted to curl up, or at least hug himself across the chest, anything to offer himself a bit of comfort, but he was denied even this. The restraints were perfectly designed to keep him in the exact position his captor wanted, and no matter how hard he tried, he knew that she would return to find her new pet just as she left him. The only comfort he found would be bittersweet, as it came from his captor, the one who had confined him to this harrowing life of submission and monotony. Her cooing, doting and gentle caresses stirred up painfully conflicting feelings in the young man’s mind. She was the only other person he had seen in weeks, and he found himself craving her attention and accepting her pitying comments, as they were his only respite from his suffering and loneliness. But he also knew that she was the designer of this seemingly endless torture, and that accepting her reassurance was only playing into her hands, and that he was behaving exactly as she wanted him to. Such was her level of control. She wanted him to wear a diaper, and despite his struggles and protests, here he was in a diaper. She wanted him to remain in place in his crib while she was away, and he had no way to rebel against this decision. She wanted to perform his grooming herself, so of course, whenever his teeth needed brushing, face or body needed shaving, or he needed to be bathed, his hands would be kept well out of the way while she tended to him. And tend to him she did, ever so gently. Almost insultingly so, as if he were as fragile and valuable as a Ming vase. Perhaps he should be grateful for this, as he would have no means to defend himself if her desires were more sadistic or tortuous. In all his time here, she had never struck him, nor hurt him in anyway. She hadn’t even had to raise her voice. As she had complete control of every moment of his life, and was the only source he had for sustenance, simply withholding “privileges” was an effective enough method of control. A skipped meal or extra time sitting in a diaper in need of changing ensured enthusiastic compliance without the need for harsher methods. But the tenderness of her care was a double edged sword, igniting the flames of indignation and resentment that often washed over him in truly humiliating moments. “I am a grown man!” his mind would scream internally, as she gently ran her soft fingers over the baby powder covering his penis and testicles. The knowledge that he could take care of himself, but was trapped in a position where that was impossible was maddening. It was like he had driven into one of life’s dead ends, and he had no way to back out. Ethan writhed pointlessly in his restraints once more, and thought back bitterly to how this state of affairs came to be. If only he had gotten into that taxi! If only he had listened to his mind, rather than his cock! If only he had put up more resistance while he still had a chance… * * * “I’m telling you, if you play like you did today for the rest of the season, we might make it to the finals! Hell, we might even make it to Nationals!” Ethan grinned and looked over at his drunken teammate. Peter was much shorter than the rest of the players on the rugby team, but he was undeniably burly and stout, and had a contagious enthusiasm that Ethan respected. And Peter’s declaration wasn’t far from the truth. As head prop, Ethan used his considerable strength and endurance to gain the advantage in nearly every scrum. After a game like that, and after polishing off one too many celebratory beers at the college pub, Ethan was feeling on top of the world. He sat comfortably in the booth surrounded by his jubilant teammates, and ran his fingers through his close cropped brown hair. He had a habit of doing so often in social situations, as it gave him an opportunity to show off his biceps. He felt his musculature was his best asset when interacting with strangers. Although a well sculpted man, he tended to have anxiety in public places, especially around women. But all that anxiety disappeared when he was on the rugby field. “One game at a time, boys. The seasons only just begun,” Ethan replied. Peter waved a dismissive hand at Ethan’s modest response and shouted for the waitress to bring the team a tray of shooters. “Be pessimistic if you like, my friend. But tonight we’re celebrating. You should do the same. No practice in the morning, and there’s plenty of girls in here who saw the game today. I for one, don’t intend to leave this pub by myself.” And with that, Peter downed his shooter, and promptly walked away to strike up a conversation with two girls huddled close together at the bar. Ethan was jealous of Peter’s confidence when dealing with women. Although he was attractive and athletic himself, he always seemed to get tongue-tied and make a fool of himself when he tried to flirt. But perhaps tonight would be different. Peter was right, many of the women in the pub had likely seen him excel on the field today, and perhaps he could parlay that into a one-night-stand. Downing his own shooter, Ethan hesitated, then grabbed a second one, which one of his teammates had declined. A few drinks should help serve as social lubrication, he reasoned. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, with lots of laughing with his teammates, plenty of libations, and several drunken conversations with the women attending the pub, some more successful than others. He felt confident talking with Alice, a blonde nursing major wearing a short summer dress, but she left quite early, rebuffing his clumsy offer to walk her home. Later he met Kendra, a tall, dark beauty who seemed a few years older, dressed in what Ethan recognized as expensive clothing. She sipped slowly at her drink, and listened to Ethan’s attempts to boast about his athletic prowess on the field today. She was quite tall for a woman, only a few inches shy of Ethan’s six foot frame, and her tasteful but flirty outfit showed off her curves marvellously. When her dark eyes locked with his, even in his drunken state, he felt his heart flutter. “That’s adorable sweetie,” she said, a sly smile playing across her face. From that response, Ethan realized he had little chance of seducing Kendra, so he awkwardly dismissed himself, and wished her a good night. His teammates gradually started leaving the pub as the night wore on, some with a partner for the night, some without, as Ethan continued drinking and trying his luck with more girls. However, he had passed the tipping point between the drinks giving him confidence, and his drunkenness impeding his judgement. The next hour or so was blurry in his mind, until a woman splashing her drink in his face brought him back to reality. He wasn’t even sure what he had said to offend her, but when he saw the bouncer approaching, he decided it was time to cut his losses and leave. He half-stumbled out of the pub into the street, sat down on the curb, and used his smartphone to summon a taxi. Too exhausted to even be frustrated by his failure, or embarrassed by his actions at the end of the night, he leaned his head on one hand and dozed, waiting for the cab to show up. He was awoken suddenly, by a gentle voice very close to him. “Honey, do you have a way to get home?” Startled, and blinking in confusion, Ethan looked up to see Kendra kneeling down close to him. He struggled to respond. “Yehh… I’ve got cab. A cab coming.” His head was spinning, and he just wanted to wait for his cab in peace, but Kendra stayed kneeling close to him, close enough that he could smell the soft perfume she was wearing. “Sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a lift? Hmm? You could save a little money, and we could… talk a bit” Kendra said with her same sly smile, and began gently rubbing Ethan’s back. At the contact, Ethan immediately began to get aroused. Right on cue, his taxi pulled up and screeched to a halt. The driver rolled down the window. “You Ethan?” the cab-driver called out impatiently. A long, fateful moment passed before Ethan made the worst mistake of his life. “No.” * * * As Kendra drove her luxurious SUV through the silent streets, she kept talking and flirting with the boy in an effort to keep him awake. She wondered how aware the boy was that she hadn’t asked where he lived, perhaps he thought she was taking him back to her place for a night of casual sex. She smirked at the thought. Although the boy was good looking, she was certainly not attracted to him in a carnal manner. He was too sweet, too innocent too… cute, in the way a puppy or small child might be. She had something else in mind for him. His replies to her attempts at conversation were becoming shorter, more slurred as she got closer to her neighborhood. This would not do, she needed him alert enough to walk into her house without a fuss, and without anyone seeing. Upon stopping at a red light, she rested her right hand on the boy’s inner thigh and leaned in close to him. “Poor baby, you seem all tuckered out. Are you too sleepy to play? I have so many fun things planned for you, it would be a shame if you missed out.” The boy shifted in his seat excitedly, and Kendra felt his member stiffen through his jeans, and gently brushed against it as she pulled her hand away. It was amazing how much more alert he became from such a minor action. Men were such simple creatures. “It’ll take more than a few drinks to keep me from a beauty like you Kendra… I’m going to give you a real night to remember,” Ethan said, a little more steadily than before. Kendra smiled. Ethan didn’t know how right he was. * * * As the SUV arrived at Kendra’s impressive home, Ethan looked up in wonderment. The whole property was surrounded by an immense, neatly tended hedge, and the long driveway was blocked off by a high, black gate. The house itself was massive, and had the look of one of the old Victorian estates common in the area, but much more modernized. “Quite a place you got here…” Ethan mumbled, as they pulled into the driveway and the electronic gate closed behind them. “Yes it is sweetie… Yes it is. Now come on, let’s get you inside,” responded Kendra, still wearing that sly smile. Ethan managed to stumble up to the entrance of the mansion, and Kendra unlocked the door, let herself and the boy in, and then shut it behind them. As he heard the door lock, some small part of his mind began to feel uneasy. But his excitement about his impending night of pleasure with Kendra stifled any fears, and when she took his hand and started leading him upstairs, he meekly followed. Once inside Kendra’s lavishly decorated bedroom, Ethan placed his hand on Kendra’s waist and tried to lean in for a kiss, only to be rebuffed, with Kendra reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. “Naughty boy… You need to slow down. Let’s get you undressed first.” Ethan smiled and blushed at Kendra’s kinky statement. He had never been one for freaky sex, much more preferring vanilla encounters, with him in control of the situation. But he was no prude, and if this is what turned Kendra on, he was happy to oblige. As Ethan reached down to pull his shirt off, Kendra grasped each of his hands gently, and stared into his eyes. He couldn’t help but melt under her gaze, something about her dark eyes were so persuasive, so… powerful. “Baby, let me take care of that for you.” And with that, Kendra began slowly and gently undressing Ethan, until he stood only in his boxer-briefs, his intense arousal made obvious by his member straining against the fabric. “Ohhh, looks like my boy is VERY excited… I know just how to take care of that.” She gently slid down his underwear, exposing his impressive cock. Kendra was somewhat surprised, given his meek, almost childlike personality, she expected something smaller. Having kneeled down to remove his last shred of clothes, Kendra looked up at Ethan, her face inches away from his cock, making him shudder in anticipation. “My, my… What a big boy you are. But are you a good boy?” Ethan was surprised by the question. Was this some kind of kinky roleplay? He was a bit too drunk and exhausted to keep up, but he found himself nodding, his arousal making him feel very suggestible. “You are? Well that’s good sweetie! Very good. Because good boys follow instructions. Can you follow my instructions like a good boy?” As drunk as he was, Ethan once again felt uneasiness creep into his mind. It seemed Kendra was much kinkier than he was, but even so, he felt himself nodding his head, desperate for the gorgeous woman before him to relieve his aching cock. “You will? What a very good boy! I’ll keep it very simple for you, baby, since I know you’re not at you best. I want you to lie down on your back on the middle of the bed, and I’ll take care of the rest.” Ethan was all too eager to oblige, scurrying over to her king-sized bed and positioning himself in the middle, his cock pointing up in the air like a desperate flag pole. Even with Kendra’s peculiar kinky games, at least it seemed he was finally going to get the release he so craved. As Kendra climbed onto the bed after him, his suspicion seemed to be confirmed. She got on her hands and knees over his prone body, still fully clothed, lining up her eyes with his. His cock strained to towards her, but she kept herself just out of reach. As she stared deeply into his eyes, Ethan sensed affection, warmth and… pity? Before he could process that, he felt her grasp his hands, and slowly and gently raise them up above his head. He heard a small click, and then another, and felt something tighten around each of his wrists. With annoyance, Ethan realized he had been handcuffed to the bed. “All right Kendra, that’s enough. I’m into you and everything... but all this kinky shit is a bit much for me.” “Shhhh…” whispered Kendra, putting her finger to Ethan’s lips. “I know it’s scary, sweetie. But remember, you promised to be a good boy.” Ethan had had enough, aching cock or not. “Forget this. Un-cuff me right now, I’m calling a cab and getting the hell out of here.” Kendra looked genuinely saddened by Ethan’s words. “Poor boy… You don’t understand.” She turned and slipped off of the bed, opening the drawer of her bedside table. “I understand fine! And if you don’t un-cuff me right now, I’ll- Mmmph!” Kendra quickly and expertly applied the ball-gag to the restrained boy. It would be necessary for a while, until he adjusted to his new circumstances. She moved to the foot of the bed, leaned her hands on the mattress, and stared up past the boy’s still straining cock, straight into his terrified eyes. “No baby, you DON’T understand. I saw you marching around the pub tonight, thinking that just because you played some silly game well today that you were entitled to sex. But I looked closely at you, and I saw something. Something important. Trying to get girls to sleep with you didn’t come naturally. It was a learned behaviour, one you were quite poor at, by the way. I think you were just following the lead of your peers, trying to impress them. I think deep down, you’re just an innocent little boy, who doesn’t have the capacity to judge right or wrong. Someone who needs the right decisions made for them. Isn’t that right?” Ethan grunted into the ball gag in response, and struggled against the handcuffs. “Shhhh, baby. It’s all right. You don’t need to be worried, or afraid, or angry. You don’t need to be anything anymore, other than a good boy.” Ethan was truly terrified now, the adrenaline pumping through his system cutting through any drunkenness. He watched as Kendra walked across the room and picked up a small bag full of items that he couldn’t quite make out. “You’re going to be a good boy from now on, baby. My good boy. The good boy you were always meant to be,” Kendra said softly, as if breaking difficult news to a small child. As she spoke, she pulled an item out of the bag which caused Ethan to enter a renewed fit of thrashing and grunting. She set the disposable diaper down on the foot of the bed, and took a moment to relish in the sight of the terrified, helpless boy panicking in front of her. And Kendra let him panic for a while. She was in no rush. She had all the time in the world. Stay tuned for Chapter 2, as poor Ethan endures the first few days of his new life!

Hey everyone! I posted this story a little while ago, but took it down due to needing more revamp and ideas to make this story pop. I am the original writer of this story and there is a person on deviantart writing a very similar version that I allowed her to write. I hope everybody enjoys this story as much as I do. Enjoy! Chapter 1: Eva tossed in turn at the sound of her phone's alarm going off she was once again having one of her favorite dreams of her being cared for like the little baby she was dressed as by her neighbor at school Ms.Harper. The large woman was feeding her a baby bottle of warm milk and slowly rubbing her diapered crotch telling her how naughty of a little baby she had been as Eva continued to hear the alarm screaming at her knowing it was time to get up. If anybody was in the room with her you would be pretty shocked to see her the way she was dressed. Eva was 28 years old and stood at 4 feet tall. She was the teacher at one of the finest schools in the state of Florida that taught children with all types of special needs. When she was first hired she was shocked when she went into the classroom to find a large nursery instead of a children's classroom. There were 4 cribs, 4 High chairs, a changing table that could fit most adults, and the largest playpen in the world that she had ever seen along with what looked like an old broom closet that was suppose to be her office. As summer break was coming up she had learned from her neighbor Ms.Harper that all of the furniture and both of there rooms was being renovated for brand new items and would be removed when summer break began which excited Eva even more wondering if she could finally have the things she wanted most a nursery. When the day had finally come and her former students had left the classroom she watched as the maintenance crew rolled in with large boxes of what had to be the new items for her classroom. Eva quickly asked one of the men what they were going to do with the items and quickly learned they were being thrown out and asked if she could have one of each for her "niece". The men smiled telling her that it wouldn't be a problem and Eva was even more excited when she learned they were going to deliver the items as well. Eva stared at her phone knowing that summer had come to an end entirely way to fast, but now she had to get up and ready to meet her new students. She got out of the crib quickly noticing the sagging that was coming from the wet diaper between legs and placing it in the diaper pail beside her changing table. She walked out of her nursery loving the sound of her calling it that truly turned her on even more. She hopped into the shower turning the water on wondering to herself if maybe this year she could do something different. She turned the water off to the shower quickly grabbing a towel drying herself as she made her way towards her old bedroom. She called it old because for most of the summer she truly lived the life of a baby girl. She stared at her old bed seeing it still made up like she left it when summer began and walked towards her closet knowing she didn't have much time to get ready. She looked through all of the suits and adult dresses telling herself maybe she could try something new when she quickly had a cute idea. She walked out of the bedroom and into the nursery which contained a massive walk in closet. She quickly found what she was looking for it was a pair of shortalls she had worn for Halloween the year before and had the words "cutie pie" stitched on the bib. She took the outfit back into her adult room setting them on the bed. After sliding on some panties, socks, and one of her more childish shirts she slid the shortalls over her small frame she pulled the straps over snapping them in place. She walked into her bathroom quickly seeing she had 20 minutes before she had to be at her classroom as she stared into the mirror wondering what was missing. She reached into her drawers finding two red hair bows pulling some of her hair together before putting one bow on one side and then the other giving herself pigtails. She then noticed in the mirror that she truly looked nothing like the 28 year old educator, but a student ready for her first day at pre-school and decide that it was a bad idea. She reached for her phone quickly seeing she only had 10 minutes to be at her classroom. Eva ran out of her bathroom grabbing her purse and shoes before running out of her house towards her car. She started the engine and raced to the school as quick as she could. She was very happy that she had chose to live right around the corner or else she might of been in some real trouble. She pulled into the school seeing she had 7 minutes to get into the classroom knowing she always took the back way in knowing the front of the school was going to be packed with parents dropping off there students. When she got out of her car she then noticed a problem she realized she was still wearing the shortalls, but then knew she was going to have to worry about it later and hoped it wouldn't be that big of a deal. She pulled the back door of the school open running to her classroom that was around the corner of the hall she was on hoping there wouldn't be a line of parents waiting for her as she turned the corner quickly running straight into a stroller that she hadn't seen. Eva stared up from the ground wondering what she had just hit as a set of hands made there way under Eva's small frame as words began to form through her ears. She stared up at a woman asking her "are you hurt sweetheart? where is your mommy?" as Eva began to realize what the woman was getting at knowing the way she was dressed. Eva began to giggle at the woman telling her "mam, I am a teacher" as the older woman looked over Eva telling her "sweety it's not nice to lie to people" as Eva reached into her purse grabbing her badge showing it to the large woman. The larger woman smiled seeing the badge and reading the name "Eva Peters" and quickly responded saying "your my daughters teacher" as Eva saw the woman turn the stroller to her seeing the teenage baby inside of the stroller. The woman then stuck out her hand introducing her as Ms.Johnson and that the toddler inside was her daughter Danni. Eva opened the door to her classroom allowing the woman to push her child inside as Eva stopped to see the transition that her classroom had taken. The room had changed alot and seemed even more babyish then ever before. She walked over to the new cribs sitting beside the wall quickly seeing they were much larger then the previous one's and now had a strap inside to keep the child from moving inside. The next thing she noticed was the size of the playpen it was atleast 7 feet wide and 4 feet tall. Eva remembered the one she had at home she was just barely able to crawl out of hers and now if she was in this there would be no way of her getting out with out help. She quickly broke her trance with the soft knock at the door as she saw more children making there way into the classroom. Both mothers quickly pulled there teenage babies out of the stroller and placing them inside next to Danni. Eva walked over to introduce herself to the first woman, but quickly found herself being picked up and a hand being brought through the front of shortalls as Eva began to struggle as the woman she had met earlier Ms.Johnson quickly yelled "that's the teacher" as the older woman quickly apologized saying that makes since why I didn't feel a diaper as the three women began to laugh. Eva smiled sticking her hand out to the three women introducing herself as "Eva Peters". Both women walked over to the playpen as Eva followed listening as the first woman a tall blond with large breast introduced herself as Ms.Parker and her child McKenzie Parker and the next woman a Tall Asian woman named Ms. Martin and her child Cathy Parker. The three women began to giggle to one another as Eva asked what was so funny. They all stared at one another as they all asked "Why are you dressed like are children if your the teacher" Eva's mind began to go blank wondering what she could tell them as she quickly told them I did this so your children wouldn't feel intimidated by me and would see me just like them as Eva hoped they would buy the story. All three of them smiled at one another again saying you did a really good job as Ms.Parker spoke saying "its funny if you were wearing a diaper today you and my daughter would be twins" as Eva laughed with the mothers as the bell began to ring." Eva waved good bye to the mothers "telling them all that she would have them all taken care of" as the door began to close wondering what the day was going to bring. She looked towards the last crib wondering if she was going to have a 4th baby joining them today as Eva turned hearing a soft knock at the door wondering if that was them now. She opened the door finding the assistant principle Mrs.Ken standing there with a tall teenage girl. Eva spoke saying "good morning" as her boss quickly responded the same before saying "Eva you look so adorable" as Eva smiled thanking the woman saying "I found a new approach for the children" as Mrs.Ken told her "I knew you were going to be a good hire" as Eva smiled at the Teenage girl saying "who is this?" as Mrs. Ken said "this is Chauncey," she is in college to be come a special needs educator like yourself and volunteers with us for her school and will be your new assistant." Eva nervously smiled at the teenage girl introducing herself to her as Eva watched her crouch down her level saying "its great to meet you as well Ms. Peters and I am sure we will become great friends by the end of the semester" as Mrs.Ken spoke telling them "I am going to leave y'all to it" as Chauncey walked into the classroom past Eva who was hoping that with a new assistant wouldn't cause any problems.

Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange.She had taken it up on a whim. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. After years visiting a... strange... community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. The person's name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. She didn't really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you've never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person?On top of that, she was here to play the sub. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn't even discuss as much. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha's decision. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She closed her eye and psyched herself. She could do this. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start.Holding her breath, she knocked. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn't used to having to look up at another woman. Rosie stared at the woman's arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn't involve a lot of spanking. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone."Rosie?" the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. She smiled and tapped her nose. "Hehe your just as cute as I expected," she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. "Perfect for what I have planned."Rosie blushed over the treatment. It was... sudden, she thought. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. She was here to play sub, she told herself. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. "Ummm... thanks. Are you Samantha?""Yes, that's right dear. Good girl!" Samantha patted her head."Uhhh... thanks. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?" Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept."Oh, don't worry, you'll see soon enough." Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. Rosie's instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. She looked at Rosie's black jeans and button up shirt. "Hmmm... we will have to do something about those clothes. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn't good for you." Rosie gaped at her and couldn't respond. Instead, she was pushed onto the bed. "Now, wait here a moment little one. I need to get some things ready.""Alright," Rosie said. Samantha's tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door.After a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. How many people where there? She didn't know there was more then one, she hadn't agreed to that. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing.Rosie didn't have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. "Hey... what are.... no!" She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured."Hey, I said.. MPHH...!" she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. Her mouth filled with creamy white foam as she shoved the bar into her mouth again and again."There, that will wash out any more naughty words," Samantha said. She then took the bar out. Rosie gasped, and the foam dribbled down her face. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was filled again. This time it was a pacifier that was tied into place behind her head. It filled her mouth completely to her throat, forcing her to swallow the rest of the soap, and turning her protests into incomprehensible mumbles. "What was that?" Samantha said. "Something you don't like? Well just tell me, and I'll be sure to stop," she laughed, and Rosie glared.Now that she was tied and silenced, the Samantha's two friends lifted Rosie's feet into the air, forcing her to her back on the couch. Rosie tried to kick and pull herself away. "MPHHH!" she shouted at a sudden, sharp pain on her backside. She looked to see Samantha standing over her with a long black paddle. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Playing sub had seemed so exciting in theory. Even now, part of her was eager to keep going. But this much pain and control was so foreign and coming on so quickly. She was overwhelmed with emotions, and struggled not even knowing if she wanted to leave or stay.She was spanked again. "Now now, that's enough of that," Samantha said. It was pointless anyway, Rosie found the two girl's grasp was unbreakable, and Samantha simply moved on.The next thing Samantha grabbed was the one thing Rosie had expected from the start, but now stared at nervously. It was what she wanted for months, but by far the most embarrassing part yet.Seeing the frightened, humiliated but excited look in Rosie's eyes, Samantha smiled. "Yes, I'm sure this is what my baby wants, isn't it? She's just been lying to us, to everyone, with her naughty big girl clothes, posing as an adult, posing as a professional, pretending to be mature... we all know it is a lie, don't we?" Rosie stared, and Samantha smiled and lifted the object into the air. It was a large, thick diaper. It was white but with a pink, flowery panel on the front, with letters proclaiming the wearer "Princess," and a design that let everyone know that the wearer wasn't a real adult, but simply an overgrown, adult baby. It didn't look like an adult diaper, but a baby's Pampers made in a larger size. More then that, it was a sign that her last shred of adulthood was gone, that even the most basic levels of control and maturity were forcibly stripped from her. It meant she couldn't even be trusted to use the toilet, and if that was true, what could she be trusted with?Rosie cringed, helpless as Samantha powdered her and placed the thick pamper underneath her. She felt the thick padding go up between her legs and close on her, then get tapped securely on. Samantha then pulled the strap of the strait jacked underneath the diaper and attached it on either side, leaving her locked inside her humiliating, childish garment. The other two girls put pink baby booties on her feet, then stood her up. She was made to face herself in a mirror, and sulked. Even the straight jacket seemed to have been made on the similar theme, with a pink and white design consisting of flowers, babyish drawings and "Princess" written on her chest, along with a skirt of fabric around her waist that made it look like a tutu while leaving her diaper fully exposed. She thought of her own image of herself- serene, powerful, in control- and tried to compare it to the baby she saw staring at her in the mirror. This is what she wanted, she reminded herself, though part of her wondered why. She closed her eyes and told herself to just listen to what Samantha wanted, as she had agreed to.Samantha came up to her smiling, and seemed to smile even broader when she saw the defeated look on Rosie's face. She attached a collar to her neck, then a leash, and brandished the paddle in her other hand."Now, come along my little princess, and be a good girl. Its time to meet some more friends."Friends?! Rosie thought. There were MORE people!? She tried to pull away, but was forced forward by the leash, and the pacifier turned any argument into mumbles."Whats that? Remember, if you don't like something, just tell me!" Samantha said, then laughed.Rosie simply followed. The abnormal bulk of her diaper felt odd between her legs, and made her waddle. Rosie had tried the thickest adult diapers she could find, but this was still a surprise. The only thing she could think of was Snuggies waddles made with a custom design, but that still didn't seem to cut it. Perhaps Waddlers with a thickening pad, she thought. Whatever it was, it was clearly designed to be intrusive, and it worked. The strap of the straight jacket added to the feeling, making it feel thicker and stiffer and pressing it against her. The diaper crinkled loudly, and was hot and heavy, but at the same time soft and, in a way, comfortable.Rosie was pulled into the living room, which was now full of people. They all cheered and laughed at once as she entered, blushing. Some were people she had seen before, acquaintances from work or people she had run into, but most were strangers. There even seemed to be other fetishists there- a woman in a black leather full body suit held on a leash by a man in a suit, a blond haired boy who sat whimpering on a woman's lap while wearing a diaper and dress and suckling a pacifier, a girl in a bunny outfit with ears, and others. The attention, however, was all directed at Rosie."Awwww she's so cute!" a stranger proclaimed."Yes, I agree. She was an excellent choice.""Just look at her blush! She is sooo embarrassed haha. I wonder if she's wet already?""Oooo imagine her look during her first diaper change."Samantha quieted them with a have of her hands. "Now now, we will get to that. First, we need to prepare our baby. Now, Rosie, you may be wondering what this is." Rosie nodded, humiliated and terrified. "Most of them are my friends. We've been looking for someone just like you to be our new baby girl. We already have a baby boy and others, so we needed you for a new playmate. We meet from time to time for... fun." She smiled at the word, leaving it open to whatever Rosie could think of. "The others are people you knew who were open to the idea. We like to have a few people our subs recognize on the first night. It adds to the... fun... and ensures people will know about your new lifestyle."She continued. "Tonight, Rosie, is all about you. This is your initiation, then you'll be part of our group. Remember, if you don't like it, just say so," she laughed.With that, Samantha grabbed the leash right by her collar and gently pulled her down. Rosie shook her head violently, making as much noise as the pacifier would allow. This was too far, she thought. She'd agreed to play sub, and would have, but did not agree to have other people. She wanted out.Samantha, however, ignored her pleas. She made Rosie crawl, much to the delight of the audience, and sat her on a plank in front of the wall facing outward. "This here is something that is going to help you be a good baby. In a little while, all your naughty arguing will end," she said. She threaded leash through a hoop on the blank Rosie was sitting on. Next, she felt it pulled down underneath her and between her legs, then upwards. It was attached to the wall above her, forcing her into a kneeling, head down position from which she couldn't move.Rosie glanced around, struggling even to keep her head up, and tried to figure out what was going on. The people were smiling at her, though some of the obvious subs stared at her nervously and with pity.Soon Samantha was in front of her, holding a pair of headphones. "Now now little one, don't worry at all," she said soothingly. "Mommy will take care of everything. Just listen to this, and everything will soon be better." With that, she placed the headphones on Rosie's head, and hit a button.

Would like to do a roleplay where a mother still dresses up their kid in childish clothing. She calls for a babysitter for their kid because she doesn't trust him/her alone anymore while the parent is starting a new job. That babysitter turns out to be the kids friend. So when they see that there mom still dresses them like the kid is still a child.

Alexis was so happy to have a friend move in with her and her boyfriend (or girlfriend, whichever you choose). It was sad though that her parents had kicked her out. Her friend Grace was only 17 years old, Alexis was 20 and thought she was a bit young to be kicked out for no reason. So her and her boyfriend took her in and gave her the guest room.