Diaper Research

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I've always loved the Classic story Diaper Research appearing in several different places on the web. That story was NOT written by me, but I decided to post it so I could continue with a conclusion I've written.

My version of an ending will be posted a couple chapters at a time. It is complete, but I'd like to get reaction as I post. Hopefully no one will be offended that I've chosen to finish someone else's story. Please do let me know what you think.

Note that I start my chapters as #1 so as not to confuse authorship. The original is NOT mine - what you read here now and in the continuing chapters is mine.

Chapter One

After the shower room, he was led to the obstetric table where he was strapped down tightly, legs held wide apart by the stirrups. The diapers beneath him felt thicker than normal. He watched Jennifer as she moved to the cabinets and returned with a cardboard box from which she pulled two identical plastic bottles, each tipped with a long orange plastic top.

Jennifer went between his legs and David felt the insertion of the prelubricated tip of one bottle into his rectum. Suddenly he sensed the flow of liquid into his bottom. Although he’d had the Dulcolax experience at Jennifer’s hands, he’d never had an enema before. Now, he began to realize what might be coming his way. When the bottle had been almost emptied, Susan tilted and wiggled it a little, allowed a little air into the bottle and squeezed again. “I want to make sure you take it all, little baby.”

Soon the second bottle had been emptied into David’s now very full rectum. While Susan could not at all control her backside, David still had the possibility and Jennifer was going to insure he had no choice for now.

The thick diaper was drawn up between his legs, but before they were fastened, one wrist at a time was released and fed through a cloth sleeve of the diaper. Once his wrists were place, the white plastic wrist straps were joined together by a short section of chain and locked.

Instead of being pinned, David found that these diapers were to be fastened by a section of sturdy plastic strapping similar to the straps he now wore at his ankles, wrists and neck. He felt the strapping pulled tight and then heard the click of locks. He needn’t have tugged at his wrists as he did; they were firmly secured. The fingers of his hand were cupped and wrapped tightly at the head of his penis. Even as the special plastic panties were being snapped on him, he felt the involuntary release of urine warm and wet his finger tips. His punishment was to be very similar to Susan’s after all.

He was led back to his crib hunched over to accommodate the slight stretching of his arms, now locked into the front of his diapers. The plastic panties rattled as he was guided into his crib and a belt attached to his waist. He was forced to kneel on his knees with his head forward resting on the mattress. Straps were attached to the various belts and David could do little but wiggle slightly in this awkward position.

He felt the dampness of his fingers – from his own urine – and a sudden cramp from his backside announced the next degradation to take place. As he tried to squeeze his anal sphincter, he felt another involuntary release of urine. He tried to stay very still as he kept his backside muscles tight. Time stood still. David wanted to hold off as long as he possibly could and yet he knew he could not hold much longer. There were a few more cramps and in spite of squeezing tightly, he could sense a small squirt of the liquid inside him force its way into the back of this infernal diaper.

Perhaps, if he could just let a little out at once, the back of the diaper would hold the flow of the liquid. Perhaps it all would be absorbed in the thick cloth and none of this effluent would reach his finger tips. Perhaps… Suddenly David could hold it in no longer and he felt an explosive squirt from his bottom. He could hear it as well and his heart sank as his fingers felt a new messy wetness. The way in which David was hunched over had forced the diaper tight against his backside and the liquid naturally flowed forward, just as the cruel design had intended.

Almost as soon as that first horrible squirt had subsided, there was a pressure and wet, sloppy poop slid out and down to introduce itself to David’s waiting fingers. There was another explosive release of liquid and then wave after wave of mushy poop sliding out and filling every available crevice with the cloth prison of David’s loins.

It was quite some time that this imprisonment continued for both David and Susan. From time to time their self-pity was put aside by hearing the sobs of the other as their punishment continued. Each of them was stiff and sore from their enforced positions. The effluent had begun to dry, moistened only by a continuing flow of urine. Susan had tried to hold off her’s but had been receiving a steady flow of liquid and so her attempts were to no avail. Both Jennifer and Sam paid visits to their charges, laughing and belittling them before finally Jennifer came to release them and clean them up.

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Here's Chapter Two to help you get into the story a little.

Chapter Two

Although Jennifer was kept in her diapers for several more days, her anger with these two subsided somewhat. Sam had some new cloth diapers for the pair to test and she insisted that the trials be done without interruption. On the first two days of the trial, David and Susan were strapped into their cribs on their backs and fed a constant stream of liquid. Neither was changed until the diapers leaked. At that point, Jennifer recorded the amount of liquid each had consumed and the weight of the old diaper. Of course, Susan’s inability to hold her poop affected the results somewhat, while David actually became somewhat constipated during this trial.

During the second two days of this trial, they were taken to the back yard of the house for hours at a time and their neck strap chained to a new overhead wire so they were unable to sit down. They were made to walk almost continuously and if they stopped for any length of time at all, Jennifer appeared with a leather strap to apply it harshly to the back of their legs until they continued to move. Again, they would not be changed until their pee began dripping down their legs.

For the next four days, they went through the same rotation of being locked in their cribs on their backs and being forced to walk in the backyard, but now their diapers were changed every two hours. Neither David nor Susan were allowed any knowledge of how the diaper tests were to be conducted. They only knew – and far too well – the aches and stiffness of being locked in their cribs and the exhaustion of the enforced exercise in the back yard.

Other tests followed these for several more days, until one evening both Jennifer and Samantha appeared after their evening feeding. Samantha approached them with a self-satisfied smirk as she announced, “Well, I hope you’ve worked up some sympathy for each other. David, do you feel bad for Susan because she can’t hold her poop? Susan, isn’t it a shame that David has no control of his pee? Doesn’t misery just love company?” And she laughed out loud. “OK, here’s the news. The results of the diaper tests we’ve been running have been skewed because of each of your new disability. We need you both to be totally incontinent in order for our results to be as valid as our customers would like. Obviously each of you does all your business in diapers because you live in them 24/7. The fact that each of you maintains some control does affect the outcome of the trials and so we’re going to take care of that for you.

You don’t mind, do you? After all, it’s such a worthy cause and well, you will be living in diapers for the rest of your lives anyway. Ha, ha, …”

Susan looked at David and David returned her stare. Any spirit remaining within them drained at this announcement. For each of them, the tiny bit of control that they had been allowed was all they had left; the only bit of adulthood that permitted any dignity whatsoever was now to be taken away. David’s head hung low as he was forcefully dragged to the waiting table. The familiar feel of diapers beneath him refused the comfort he’d come to realize as he thought of the torture to come and the effects which would be enforced on him. He struggled against the straps more than he’d done since his first confinement. He cried out in vain against the pacifier gag in his mouth and screamed in pain as the large dildo was thrust none too gently up his back side.

The pain of the huge apparatus now seated firmly in his backside had barely dulled, the tight straps holding it in place barely fastened, and his diapers barely pinned in place before he felt the first enlargement. Samantha smiled down at him as Jennifer finished snapping on his diaper pants. “Sorry, but this is not going to be a pleasurable experience for you as losing bladder control was. This plug will just gradually expand each hour overnight. Tomorrow, we’ll give you an enema, then plug you again with the next size and then by the end of day three, you’ll be pretty much done for life. How does that feel? Can you imagine what it will feel like by tomorrow morning?”

David was released as tears poured down his cheeks. He was led to his crib, waddling as much as he could in a futile attempt to minimize the pain. His mitts were locked on to his hands so that he’d be unable to attempt anything stupid like removing the plug and he simply writhed in pain as the crib side was slammed and locked.

“Now, for you sweet, sweet Susan.” Samantha smiled as Jennifer fastened Susan to the changing table, stripped her and prepared her for a new diaper. “Your treatment will be a little different as well. Research into the self-stimulation that led David to urinary incontinence has not worked out well for the female, so we’re going to be much less subtle with you. Instead, you will receive a shot of enough Botox to permanently deaden your bladder sphincters. I’d love to be able to inflict on you as much pain as David will have to endure, but it simply isn’t in the cards. My only consolation is that the simple knowledge of your complete incontinence will cause you enough anguish to please me.

And to think that you used to be an object of my sexual desire! Now you are nothing but an overgrown baby – peeing, pooping and testing diapers. David here is probably the only other human on earth that would have anything to do with you – and that’s simply because he’ll be no better than you within 72 hours!”

With that, Samantha picked up a long syringe and slid the needle carefully into Susan. “Don’t move, Susan. If you do, there’s no telling what other damage I might end up doing. There you go. That will do it. The results will be fairly immediate. Oh there! You’ve let a little go already! Diaper her up now, Jennifer.”

Susan had felt the dampness escape almost immediately after the removal of the needle. It was small comfort to feel her diapers pinned tightly – they would catch the involuntary releases – yet the fact of this loss of control burned deeply into her mind.

“That was just the immediate reaction of the injection. You’ll still have some slight feeling for a while, but I’m giving you something to help you sleep – I don’t want David’s agony to keep you awake – and by the time you wake up, you’ll have lost total control. Jennifer, get the two of them started on their fluids and then take care of that work on my computer I asked you to do.”

Susan was locked into her crib, but with no way for her to counteract the penalty inflicted on her body, she was otherwise free. She looked over at poor David as the feeding tube was attached to her gag. David was in too much pain to resist as his feeding tube was also attached.

As accustomed as the two were at that point to being fed formula and drink through the gags, they were so frightened by the procedures inflicted on them that they choked at first on the bitter liquid seeping relentlessly into their mouths. As always, however, futility trumped fear and they drank the contents of the large bags hung over their cribs.

The drink caused both of them to fade into a haze, although by the time the last of the liquid slid down his throat, the dildo enlarged again and he shrieked an agonizing cry into his gag. Susan barely reacted as she was quickly slipping into a deep, drugged sleep. She had not released urine since the involuntary reaction caused by the injection itself and she fell asleep in a false hope that the Botox would not affect her.

[mblues]

Thank you for writing. I enjoy what you have added but I have to say that the pleasure method of David losing bladder control was one of my favorite parts. Your writing is very good and those that like more discipline are going to be very happy indeed with your continuation.

[Baby Johnny]

I really liked the original story. It would have been nice if the original author had finished it. However, I think you have started off reasonably well with your additional chapters and I look forward to reading more. While I don't have a guess as to what they would have written, I think they would have little to complain about with your treatment of their story. Thank you.

[diaperpt]

I really liked the original story. It would have been nice if the original author had finished it. However, I think you have started off reasonably well with your additional chapters and I look forward to reading more. While I don't have a guess as to what they would have written, I think they would have little to complain about with your treatment of their story. Thank you.

Baby Johnny, since you are one of the very few who seemed to enjoy the original and my efforts, I'm posting all the rest of my version of the second part of the story here...I hope you and perhaps a few others enjoy it.

Chapter 3

While for Susan the night would be agonizingly short, for David it was agonizingly long. With no clock available in the nursery, David recognized the passing of each hour with the continued expansion of the anal intruder. It had given him a horrible feeling of being stretched when first placed in his anus. The fullness overwhelmed him and yet with each hour, the enlargement expanded his little hole beyond what he could imagine as a capacity to stretch. He would drift off into a painful haze and almost sleep when the contraption would expand yet again. At some point he felt and would have sworn he actually heard and felt his sphincter tearing.

As morning crept in, Susan awoke with the sensation of an increasingly wet diaper. She felt the wetness spread, knew she was releasing, but had no sense that she’d needed to pee. The realization that the Botox was indeed taking over the last shred of her adulthood drained her as it did her bladder. As sorry as she felt for herself at that moment, she had sympathy also for her fellow inmate as his muffled cry ripped into her from the adjoining crib. The device buried in his bottom had extracted yet more pain for him as its effect crept inexorably on.

Later in the morning, Jennifer appeared to clean, change and feed the pair. David’s excitement as the dildo shrank in size and was taken out faded during his shower, as he began a spontaneous bowel movement. When it seemed he’d drained himself, Jennifer produced a special hose attachment and rammed it home up his anus. Water ran in and though instructed to hold it, most of it ran out immediately. David worked hard to make his muscles work, but the damage caused during the night allowed no traction for his muscles and he simply couldn’t retain any of the enema. As he felt the cool water run into his bottom, he could see the brown water and chunks of feces run out of him and gradually turn clear. The cool water felt good against his now badly torn sphincter muscles and he actually was sad when the flow stopped, the nozzle removed and his shower completed.

Soon he was back on the changing table and the next larger dildo was forced in and seated. Diapered and restrained in his crib, he was allowed only the time for his feeding before the dildo grew within him extending the damage already done. Thankfully his juice once again contained a drug allowing him at least a tiny respite from the pain of the intruder.

Susan was showered and cleaned. While she had no control of her bowels, they seemed to move on their own fairly regularly – once during breakfast time and once late in the day. She was humiliated by the involuntary movement but now that her bladder voided of its own accord as well, the additional layer of humiliation was overpowering. She paid no attention to the talk of Jennifer as she was put into yet another experimental diaper and escorted back to her crib. All day long as her urine slipped into her diaper drips at a time, with no announcement and no regularity, she was disturbed even more deeply by David’s cries and sobs. At least her punishment was painless. Soon David and she would be a matched set – both completely and permanently incontinent – both experimental subjects and the play things of a cruel and sadistic mistress.

As she lay in her crib, she suffered silently, wondering what would become of the two of them. While she had earlier felt that Samantha would tire of them as playthings, she realized also they were valuable to her as test subjects. She was beyond any remaining attraction to Sam and instead had only a curiosity at how long Jennifer might remain in Sam’s good graces.

Chapter 4

Over the last few weeks, Jennifer had been in a fairly sour mood. She’d been allowed out of her diapers, but Susan knew well that Sam would have had her securely locked into the chastity device. She sensed that just as she herself had gotten the urge to leave Sam that it was likely that Jennifer would eventually feel the same way. Would she? If so, how would Sam react? Her wonder about this washed away with her next involuntary release of urine into her now very soaked diaper. It was swept further away with the next expansion of David’s dildo as he screamed out yet again.

Susan was kept in her crib during the following day as David’s routine remained constant. At precise one hour intervals, the plug would expand. He’d scream in pain and spend the next hour fighting to let his drugged drink dull the agony. A day later, when the third and final plug was removed, David sighed a defeated sigh. Was his agony over or was it just beginning? The pain of the constantly expanding plug was over. Jennifer explained that he’d remain on drugs for another couple days to ease the dull pain which would only gradually subside. The muscles in his rear passage, however, were now well shredded beyond even the possibility of surgical reconstruction. As he was showered that morning, he sensed but could not control the movement that fell out of him onto the shower room floor.

Once he’d been an adult man. He’d worn stylish clothes and knew he had a bright future ahead of him…until he’d met Samantha. Now he thought of himself in terms almost less than human. The style of his clothes had been amazingly simplified; all he wore now was thick diapers – sometimes cloth, sometimes disposable. Over his diapers he wore plastic panties – sometimes pull-on, sometimes side-snap – there were a variety of colors and patterns but there was no style as such – mere function. They helped keep his body waste – his pee and his poop - from escaping far from his diapers.

HIS DIAPERS; yes, he’d come fully to accept that he wore diapers. He wore diapers not just because he was forced to – though in one sense he was, having no control over any of his life. No – he wore diapers because he needed them. He wet uncontrollably; pee would seep out of his penis into the waiting diapers and he had no say. His control had been stolen from him in that string of blissful but forced orgasms. With this thought, he thought of Susan – at least he had the haunting memories of those orgasms. Susan’s control was lost with a simple and certainly almost painless injection.

Now, with the completion of this latest procedure on him, neither of them had any control of their feces. They were now totally incontinent. As he thought these thoughts, he almost laughed to himself – it wasn’t that long ago that he’d had to look up the meaning of incontinence. Now the fancy words didn’t matter. He’d been shorn of every bit of adult body hair; he was dressed in diapers and plastic panties 24/7 and he peed and pooped like a little baby or a doddering old man.

He was led from the shower room, diapered in yet another experimental diaper and locked into his crib. Was this what his life would be forever? Was there nothing to look forward to but the next punishment – the next experimental procedure – the next diapering? He thought he knew the answer as he looked over at Susan, locked in her crib as well, locked in with her diapers, locked into her own incontinence, locked in the knowledge that now she had no control over her body functions either. Neither of them could have guessed what their future would bring and yet amazingly, their fortune and their future was to take a turn sooner than they’d expected.

Chapter 5

It was about a month later. Jennifer had grown more and more sullen over the past couple weeks. She had little to say to them ever; even the pleasure of tormenting them seemed less enjoyable. She’d been forced into diapers more and more lately, but neither of the other diapered ones thought her mood was related to that. Still, they had no idea of what was to happen next!

It was early in the morning – the pair had been fed and changed earlier, but Susan had fouled her diaper and was hopeful that another change would come soon. She had already smelled the stench of David’s soiling. Both were very wet and though this particular experimental diaper was more than adequate to the task, they both looked forward to their next change, though they weren’t scheduled for a check until mid-morning.

They both sensed the time slip. Was there some reason the change was missed? It was time for their mid-morning bottles too and still no one came. Routine was all they had left and when it was broken, it upset them in ways no other adult could understand. They were unable to hear what had been going on one floor below and would have been shocked had they witnessed it.

On the floor below, Sam had just called Jennifer into her office. “Jennifer, is that new chastity belt comfortable? It shouldn’t chafe quite as much as the last model. Well, you’ll have a chance to find out how it feels under diapers. Go to your room and wait for me. I’ll be there in just a moment.”

Jennifer knew an answer was not expected or wanted. Instead, Jennifer looked at the floor and answered simply, “Yes, mistress.” She turned and walked out of the room, humbly obedient.

Minutes later, Sam smiled as she approached Jennifer lying on the changing table which had only been placed in her room a few weeks ago. “There you go. We’ll have you ready in no time and then you can go care for the two upstairs. We need to get them into that latest disposable with this next change and feeding.”

Sam had double thick cloth diapers in one hand and a pair of plastic pants in the other. She didn’t notice that Jennifer had something in her hand and barely had time to react to the mist from the small canister. At that, her only reaction was a look of fear and a gasp, as she dropped the diapers and plastic pants, her world fading to black as she crumpled to the floor.

In an instant, Jennifer was off the table and soon had Sam in her place and strapped tightly at the wrists and ankles. Her plan had been set in motion, though she wasn’t sure how the rest of things would work. She knew Sam wouldn’t wake up for a while and when she did, would not be going anywhere soon. Going back to Sam’s office, the first thing she did was open the drawer where Jennifer had earlier discovered the keys Sam thought were well hidden. With those keys in hand, Jennifer was in control of the house. Her first thought however, was to rid herself of the belt enclosing her loins.

She’d never been allowed access to the chains and lock which kept

her sex under Sam’s total control and so she fumbled nervously as she tried to mate the key with the tiny padlock behind her back. Twice she dropped the key, and fumbled for a while more before she felt the key slide into place. She turned the key and soon the chastity belt was in a heap on the floor as Sam had been moments before. Freedom!

The feeling of just her panties against her shaved skin felt delicious to her – how long had it been since there was either some sort of cruel chastity device or worse yet, thick diapers locked in place, keeping her Sam’s submissive servant? It had been months now and she was ready to turn the tables.

Chapter 6

Jennifer continued her preparations, returning to Sam’s side as she began to rise to consciousness. Sam moaned softly as her eyes opened and looked up at Jennifer with disdain. As her head began to clear, her anger rose. Realizing that Jennifer was now firmly in control, Sam used her intelligence to control her anger, control her fear, and like always in the past, manipulate the situation to what she wanted.

She spoke softly, “Jennifer, darling, I guess you are right to be a little upset with me. I’ve been neglecting you somewhat lately, haven’t I? It’s just all the pressure from these diaper suppliers. Let’s not put you in diapers today. I tell you what! You taking charge like this has really excited me! Come closer and give me a little kiss. I am so turned on! Let’s take off your chastity belt and go into my bedroom…”

“Sam, cut the shit! You think you’ve hid all your secrets from me, don’t you? Well, while I was working on your computer, I stumbled across the order for the next two cribs. Now, who would they be for?”

“And you thought I wouldn’t find out about your new bottom showing up today.”

Sam started to speak, “But, Jennifer, no…” A strong slap across the face from Jennifer angered Sam and yet she also froze in fear.

“Sam, I know what your plans have been. I’m not totally stupid. Yes, I’ve allowed you to use me all this time and I was really into you for a long time, but I know you’ve been getting tired of me. Your new bottom is due here at 10 this morning and by that time you were going to have me in diapers and tied down to this table. The cribs are in the garage and you were going to force David and Susan into setting them up this afternoon. One of those cribs was to be my new home, wasn’t it?”

“No, Jennifer, that’s not true. You are my favorite pet. You know that. Apparently you spied on me enough to know that Anna is due here in just a few minutes. I’ve got another appointment tomorrow with another young sucker by the name of Bob. Like David, he doesn’t suspect at all what is coming. Oh, Jennifer, believe me, I would never abandon you. I really care for you…”

Jennifer looked down and laughed out loud. “Do you really expect me to believe that? Susan got tricked into thinking you felt that way about her and we both know that I’m just the next in line for your research. This Anna chick was simply going to be my replacement until you tired of her too. Well, little did you know, but I’ve been in communication with her. She’s showing up, alright, but she won’t be your mistress. Instead, she and I are taking over the operation here.

“In doing the books, I’ve realized what a gold mine this diaper research is for you! I think Anna and I are going to get along just great. And guess what? YOU are going to be our next test subject!”

Sam tried to maintain a calm exterior, but she was starting to be even more frightened. Her voice was still somewhat smooth, but a little raggedness crept into her tone, “Jennifer, sweetheart, just let me up now so we can be ready for Anna. She’s the next subject. That’s been my plan all along. The two new cribs are for Anna and Bob. Nothing is going to change our relationship. You’re still my second in command here.”

As she looked up into Jennifer’s face, it sank in more and more that her story was falling on deaf ears. Jennifer looked down at Sam, her emotions mixed between the excitement of her new found freedom, anger over the past abuses, and anticipation of things to come.

“No, Sam, I’m not second in command. I’m in charge now. I’m in total charge of everything going on here. Do you think you’ll be ok here by yourself for a while? Anna is due in just a few minutes and I want to greet her properly. You don’t need anything, do you? You don’t need to go to the bathroom or anything like that do you? …oh, that’s right…you are our next diaper tester and as such…hahaha…well, I don’t have time to put you in your diapers now. Sorry. Try not to wet your last pair of big girl panties!”

Jennifer simply ignored the stream of epithets, screams, and pleas coming from Sam as she turned and walked away. As she slipped out of the room locking the heavy door behind her, the sounds of Sam’s screams faded to silence.

Chapter 7

She’d just reached the bottom of the stairs when the gate intercom buzzed. Just a few minutes later she and Anna were seated comfortably in the drawing room discussing their plans. They had worked out their plan well in advance and simply took time now to get acquainted and reaffirm what they’d agreed.

Just one day of careless computer use and Sam had set the stage for Jennifer to invade all her private files. That is where she’d found out about the new cribs, the appointment set for Bob and that is where she’d found out about Anna. Knowing what had happened to Susan and what was planned for Jennifer, Anna was more than grateful to find out what her likely future would have ultimately become. Jennifer knew about the other nursery room on the third floor – constructed at the same time as the one in use now, but held empty to this point. The door into the common shower room had remained locked, with Sam explaining it might be eventually used for other diaper testers who would wander into Sam’s carefully laid traps.

Now, Anna and Jennifer were going to take over the operation. Jennifer explained to Anna the safe guards for each of them she’d planned. Each would have a safe deposit box in which would be placed the documents of agreement between them, along with other details of the operation given in such a way as to implicate only the other. Each had designated a separate third party who had access to the box and instructed to open it unless they received a call at the beginning of each month. If ever revealed, the information in each box could put the other in jail for a very long time.

Anna had no moral objection to what they would be doing and Jennifer was eager to get back at Sam for her own treatment. As for this guy Bob, he was no different to Jennifer than the pair upstairs. Not only was she relieved to know she was not to become the victim herself, she was excited by the thoughts of what lie ahead for Sam. Anna assured Jennifer that she was capable and willing to share the work as well as the profit of this operation. They would allow their own personal and sexual relationship to develop as it might, and although they were ready to dominate their victims, neither had any thought of dominating the other.

“Well, then,” said Jennifer. “I’ll introduce you to David and Susan, now. They are long overdue for a change and they’ve missed their mid-morning feeding entirely. They may be a little cranky, but they may also be happy to hear the news of their new compatriot!”

The two chatted excitedly as they climbed the two flights of stairs to the nursery. Anna was impressed by the security of the room and smiled deeply when the door was opened and she looked in at the two cribs. She wrinkled her nose at the odor, but walked over to stare first at David, then at Susan. She’d never seen an adult in diapers and was fascinated by the bulge around their midsections covered by cute animal print plastic panties.

Jennifer smiled and spoke to the crib-bound pair, “I’ve got some good news and some bad news for you two. First, the good news; Samantha will no longer be tormenting you. Neither will she be tormenting me! We are free of her as of just an hour or so ago. Now, the bad news is this – and it isn’t even really all that bad, I don’t think – while Sam is no longer in charge here anymore, you are not going to be let go. You are not free. You are far too valuable to me as diaper testers and will continue to serve me here.

“I’d like to introduce my new friend and associate, Anna. She is going to be learning our business here and together we will be taking good care of you. We will be continuing the experiments for various incontinent products and we need you for that. I’m not as nasty as Sam was, however, and so you may actually find your treatment somewhat better. In fact, we’re going to reserve experiments of any punishment items for Sam. She will be joining you soon. Not in this nursery, but in an adjoining one you haven’t even been aware of.

Well, I’ve made you wait long enough for your change and meal, so let’s get started.”

Both David and Susan were incredulous at this news. They didn’t quite believe what they’d heard, but the presence of this woman called Anna spelled some sort of turn of events. They didn’t quite trust Jennifer especially with all the cruel treatment they’d received at her hands. While they were hopeful that what she’d said about Sam was true, they didn’t know what to expect. And in spite of all their thoughts, they were also focused on their immediate needs. Both of them were in very wet and soiled diapers and their stomachs were rumbling loudly.

Anna watched carefully as Jennifer cleaned and re-diapered the two charges. Jennifer explained security as well as hygiene procedures in diaper changes. Anna retrieved wipes, oil, powder and other supplies as instructed by Jennifer and began looking forward to being able to change these two herself. She was well aware of other women who shaved their genital area, but was fascinated to see David’s crotch. “It’s always seemed sexy to me that someone would shave down there. These two just look like little babies though, don’t they?”

Jennifer smiled. “Let’s get them fed. I’ll hook up Susan’s bottle and you do David’s. Then the fun begins! Sam is due for her first shower, shave and diapering! She’s not going to be happy about it either!”

Chapter 8

As soon as they cracked open the door to Jennifer’s room, Sam began ranting, “Get in here and let me up! Don’t think you’re going to get away with this, you little whore…” Suddenly Sam felt the force of a pacifier gag jammed in her own mouth. She was well acquainted with the resistance put up by others inflicted with this device and tried every bit of it herself, but to no avail. The redness of her face and the muffled screams of her voice did nothing to deter the pair who looked down at her now.

“Oh, you poor little shit! Look at you!” said Jennifer. She reached over to the table and wiped her fingers in the liquid which pooled at the sides of Sam’s skirt. Putting her fingers up to Sam’s nose, she said, “Sniff that, you bitch! You couldn’t wait for me, could you? You had to pee yourself already! Did you realize you were going to be so cooperative? We’ll clean up this mess later. Let’s get you upstairs and diapered.”

Anna and Jennifer worked together. Sam’s skirt was cut off her and used to wipe up as much of the urine as possible. Her blouse was half-ripped, half cut off leaving her bound to the table in her silken bra and panty set. Next Jennifer injected Sam with a hypodermic prepared and brought down from the nursery. As soon as Sam’s eyes glazed over, Jennifer knew Sam would be weak enough, but not unconscious, for the next procedure. Carefully, chains were attached to her ankles and handcuffs at her wrists. A choke chain collar, similar to a dog’s collar was attached as well.

The choke collar was very effective in persuading Sam to cooperate, although she was choked several times before she moved haltingly out of the room and up the stairs. She hung her head low, avoiding looking at either David or Susan as she was purposely paraded through the nursery into the shower room. David and Susan heard the hum of the shower room bar and remembered their own introduction to that room. This time, they had no sympathy for the victim and in fact wished they could watch. They each struggled to hear the gasps and moans of their former tormentor.

Their wishes came true, as soon Susan and David were released from their cribs and placed into the wheelchairs. Locked securely, they were wheeled in close enough to see Sam trying to stand tall enough so that her weight didn’t just hang from the trapeze. They sucked excitedly on their pacifiers as her bra and panties were cut away. They savored her reaction to the sting of the jets of water and the scrubbing of Anna and Jennifer. If not for their pacifiers, they would have cheered as Sam’s beautiful long hair was cut short leaving the appearance similar to a bowl cut. Shaving cream appeared and the dark vee of her pubic hair was shaved away. Soon she would be diapered herself, as she had ordered them so long ago.

Before the diapers, though, Jennifer had more preparation in mind. While Dulcolax had been David’s introduction to diapers, Sam was treated to a full two-quart enema of cold water. She grunted as the wand was inserted and the double bulbs inflated. She twitched and wriggled as the water forced its way into her and began causing severe cramps.

David and Susan were then repositioned so they could watch Sam diapered. Anna had already prepared the changing table and taking no chances, both Anna and Jennifer strong-armed Sam from the shower room, with liberal application of the choke collar. Soon she was bound very tightly to the changing table. Extra thick layers of cloth diapers were forced up between Sam’s legs and pinned on one side.

The bulbs of the enema tube were deflated and the tube ripped out none too gently before Jennifer pinned the other side of the diaper and then snapped on two sets of plastic panties. Sam’s bare breasts heaved in defiance and fear as she felt the enema within her begin to do its work.

“OK, Sam. Try to hold that in for a while. Don’t let go right away…you wouldn’t want to mess your brand new diapers too soon, would you?” Jennifer patted the front of Sam’s newest attire. “Why don’t you just lie here for a while and demonstrate for David and Susan that they aren’t the only ones here capable of testing diapers. Anna and I will be setting up the cribs in the other nursery and then we’ll transfer you to your very own nursery.”

As Anna and Jennifer were leaving the room, Jennifer could tell by the look on Sam’s face and the muted screams from behind her pacifier that the wait was over and Sam’s descent into diapers was well underway. David and Susan relished this moment as well, as their noses began to detect the betrayal of Sam’s bowels.

For Sam, the torment and humiliation was indescribable. It didn’t occur to her that was in any sense rightful payback for the pain and humiliation she’d inflicted on others. They all were far beneath her. Susan and Jennifer were both simple headed children put on earth for her amusement and use. Susan had become helpful in this diaper testing business, as Jennifer was to become, but each was ultimately as disposable as many of the diapers they wore.

She had picked David off the trash heap of life and in her mind, he was probably accomplishing more for humanity as a diaper tester than he ever would have in any dead-end job he might have struggled to find. This new boy, Bob, had no brighter future either. Sam firmly believed and understood that some people were put on earth to be used. She was put on earth to dominate and use such worthless fools.

What was happening to her now was just unthinkable. While she had strapped down so many others, the lick of bonds had never tasted her gentle skin. The chains and straps to which she’d been introduced this morning stung and cut into her smooth dermis and did much to shatter her ego as well. She had enjoyed making her charges wet themselves and indeed, lose all control, yet she could never remember so much as dampening her delicate panties until just now. She’d hung on as long as she could possibly hold until the hot stream exploded from her as she lay exposed on the changing table meant only for the humiliation of others.

She had enjoyed watching on the monitor as David’s clothes had been cut off him as he hung in the chains of the shower room on that first day. She couldn’t imagine that he’d understand, however, the humiliation she felt as her skirt and then her blouse had been shredded away from her.

She had been furious as her bra and panties were cut away from her, thinking of the expense of replacing them, let alone the gall of Jennifer in doing this to her in plain view of these pathetic diaper testers. The suffering of the enema was physical enough to slow her humiliation and allow her to concentrate on the cramps purposely caused her by the cold water. Dragged to the table and diapered, she could only concentrate on holding back the flood of water within her and with it, her remaining dignity. Beyond any rational hope, she imagined holding both until Jennifer came to her senses and released her from this foolishness. It only took a few minutes before she could hold neither the enema nor her dignity.

She felt first involuntary squirts of cold water. The cloth of the diaper absorbed and spread the feeling. Still, she was not going to give in entirely. Yes, the cloth was getting damp, but she would not… Too late! Now wave after wave hit the diapers wrapped tightly around her. Gradually, as the waves exploded into the enclosed space of the diapers, she sensed the temperature of the effluent warming. Up to that point, she’d imagined pure, clear water pouring out as pristine as it was going into her. The warmth and chunky consistency told her in no uncertain terms that she was shitting herself. As she wiggled to gain a more comfortable position, the slop simply shifted and caused more distress. While the frequency of the waves subsided after a time, she felt herself cupped in a deep pool of diarrhea which the diapers simply couldn’t absorb fast enough.

Having David and Susan watching all this only humiliated her more. Having the tables turned on her hurt far more than Jennifer could have imagined it would. Sam was bent on revenge and even lying in the total discomfort of the soiled diapers, plotted what she might do to the traitorous Jennifer.

Chapter 9

Meanwhile, it took Jennifer and Anna almost two hours to assemble the two newest cribs. As they finished the construction project and stocked the shelves of the second nursery with all the necessary and appropriate supplies, they chatted away as if they’d been friends and business partners for years. When their work was done, Anna approached Jennifer and took her in her arms. “Oh, Jennifer, I’m so glad we found each other. I just know this is going to work out well for the two of us.” She kissed Jennifer deeply as Jennifer returned the passion.

Jennifer pushed apart and said, “I feel the same way, but we’d better get our newest baby cleaned up and into her crib. Then we’ve got to put the other babies away. And finally, we’ve got to go over the plans for Bob’s arrival tomorrow. He’s expecting Samantha. But then again, he’s also expecting some sort of normal working conditions as well! It’ll certainly be fun, but we need to be prepared!”

They unlocked the door into the shower room and entered the other nursery. The odor of Sam’s well-filled diapers hit them immediately.

“Good for you, Sam!” said Anna.

“Anna’s right, Sam. You’re getting right into the diaper thing, aren’t you! You’re so helplessly messy; I’m sure that helped you past that awkward step of wearing your first diapers. Those are filthy! We’re going to bring you into the shower room, clean you up, then put you into fresh diapers. Won’t that feel nice!?”

The words burned into Samantha’s psyche all the more realizing how carefully these same words had been used as weapons against her own victims.

Again the choke collar tightened around Sam’s neck. With Jennifer pulling firmly on the chain and her arms and legs bound with short chains, Sam had no realistic hopes of escape, though she did not go into the shower room easily. Each of her captors took turns slapping her face, her thighs just below her diapers, and poking and prodding her naked mid-section.

The whir of the motor lowering the bar to which she was next attached caused her to look up at it coming to greet her and help her further into her unexpected captivity.

She cringed in reaction to the diapers being removed, followed by the stinging spray of the water. As much as it felt good to be rid of the layer of her own shit clinging to her skin, the humiliation burned within her. Her anger and embarrassment only grew and she barely noticed being led into the second nursery and being diapered again. The reality of the situation began to return to her as the long arms straps of her straight jacket pulled her arms tightly across her chest. The crotch strap pulling the temporarily dry, but very thick diapers close against her newly shaved crotch provided a somewhat sensuous experience that her anger would not allow her to enjoy.

Even though well familiar with the locking straps of the crib which were now being applied to her, it was a new and horrifying experience. Being on this end of the experience gave her no thought for what she’d put others through; they deserved it and she certainly didn’t.

Now she was firmly strapped into her new living quarters. Her legs stretched out spread eagle and bound to the bottom corners of the crib. The straps binding the straight jacket to the sides of the crib allowed little if any movement and if she did move, the rough inside of the jacket irritated her skin and especially her nipples now crushed by the tension of her arms tight within the arms of the straight jacket.

Was the sound of the crib bars slamming and locking shut any more ominous and final to her than to the ones she’d victimized herself? She was certain of it, although she continued to keep comparison between her condition and that of those so far beneath her to a minimum.

And she only thought of herself when after finishing the huge bag of fluid fed into her through her gag, she felt the pressure in her bladder build inexorably and finally betray her. At first, with the stream of hot pee splashing in the tight confines of her diaper, she felt she was having an out of body experience as if looking down at herself. She realized of course she was looking at herself, but it was only the ceiling mirror placed strategically to remind the captives of their fate and to add humiliation.

It served its purpose. Suffering in the wet misery of her diapers, feeling the bite of the elastic of the panties at her waist and thighs and the taut straps holding her helplessly immobile, looking out through the iron crib bars imprisoning her, she began to acknowledge that what she had gleefully done to David and to Susan and what she had planned for Jennifer as well, was now happening to her. It was not right. It was not fair. But it was happening. As the drugged liquid began leading her off into a deep sleep, she felt the pattern developing…What would come next?

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Chapter 10

She was aware of being changed hours later, though the drugs dulled her awareness so much that in her haze, she could barely recognized the difference between the times she’d changed Susan and being changed herself. Still, she felt the pull of the wet diapers being drawn away from their grasp of her. She felt the coolness of the wipes gently caressing and kissing her skin and then the soothing touch of oil and powder smoothed on before the tug and pull of diapers being applied and pinned tightly. The crinkle of her plastic panties and the snaps being fastened sounded so natural, even though the feel of the tightness in which she was enveloped was foreign, unwanted and frightening.

She was indeed a sensuous person and had always enjoyed the feelings of her silky underthings; the sweet smells of her perfumes as well as the musky odor of sex between her and her partners; even the sweet smells emanating from those she dominated in so many ways. Now she was being treated to new sensations; new feelings especially and at least a new perspective on all the odors of the nursery. These sensations, however were no longer so sensuous to her; rather they were reminders of the drastic turn of events which had befallen her.

She lay there trying desperately to think of a way to reverse these events; to regain control. Knowing however how well her own security features worked, she saw little hope for an immediate reprieve. She’d have to bide her time and wait for an opportunity. Thankfully the drugs once again won out and she slipped back into darkness. As it overcame her, she recognized the thought, if she was going to wet herself, she’d rather not have to be aware of it happening.

She slept a deep sleep, wetting herself several times without realizing it. She could have dreamed what was to come the next day – she actually might have – but if she did, she didn’t remember it. The reality would come soon enough.

The next morning, Anna joined Jennifer in the ritual of rousing the babies and preparing them for the day. David and Susan were cleaned up and put in some cheap disposable hospital diapers. They would be left to themselves until noon-time and it was fully expected that these diapers would fail. To avoid diaper rash, cream was applied liberally and the two would be given a shower and allowed to air before being re-diapered. Because these two had become very docile and manageable, Jennifer had Anna take care of Susan while she did David, explaining each step of the way so that Anna would learn the special procedures required. Not only were they important for the various diaper experiments but for the security which was required even though these two had become very trustworthy.

With these two locked back in their cribs for the morning, Anna and Jennifer went next door to the other nursery. Anger flashed in Sam’s eyes as the two approached. Jennifer spoke, “Oh, now Sam, you know how this works! If you don’t cooperate, it will only make matters worse for you. You can be angry, but if you try anything foolish, you not only know that you’ll be punished, but you can also imagine what that punishment might be! Now first, especially given that you know how things work from this side of things, we’re going to give you a little injection to calm you down and help you cooperate.”

Sliding up the bottom of Sam’s diaper panty, Jennifer slid the needle into Sam’s exposed thigh. Sam’s eyes rolled as she felt the warmth of the drug start to spread through her body. She mumbled something softly into the pacifier gag strapped in her mouth and soon she was led wobbling into the shower room. Unlike her encounters with David, she trusted Sam’s reactions much less and would not allow Sam the chances for rebellion she’d allowed David. Sam knew all the tricks and psychology perhaps better than Jennifer and so she would have to be broken physically more carefully and psychologically over a longer period of time than the others. Still, Jennifer reflected, it would happen.

After being cleaned in the shower, she was dried, led back to the changing table and quickly diapered. Jennifer gave Anna careful instructions and left to prepare for Bob’s arrival. Jennifer’s instructions were hardly necessary, as Anna was not only very strong, but very cautious as well. Given Sam’s drugged state, there was little need for precautions and soon she was strapped into her straightjacket and bound tightly into her locked crib.

Chapter 11

Anna was coming down the stairs as Jennifer was letting the next victim into the carefully laid web. “Anna, I’d like you to meet Bob. He is our newest employee and will be working with us over the next several weeks. Let’s all go into the sitting room and get started.”

Directing Bob into a chair facing her and with Anna seated just the right between them, Jennifer opened a file. Bob was about 5’9” or 5’10” and a slight build. He had long dirty-blond hair almost shoulder length. His skin was beyond fair and almost pale. Bob’s nervousness showed clearly. He couldn’t have known what was coming, and yet he nibbled at his lip and could barely contain himself from physically squirming in the chair. He looked at Anna, only a few inches shorter, with dark shoulder length hair herself and marveled at her beautiful face and gorgeous body. He’d have done better to marvel at her underlying strength. Shifting his eyes to Jennifer, he was mesmerized by her exotic, sexy look. While too nervous to follow his thoughts where they might lead, he was deeply taken by her.

“So, Bob, I know you were expecting Samantha, but she’s busy upstairs right now. In a few minutes, we’ll take you to her and you can get to know each other very closely as you begin the work we’ve brought you here to do.

You do know what you’ve been hired to do, don’t you?” asked Jennifer.

“Well, I was only told it has to do with marketing incontinence items,” said Bob. “As I said in my first interview, the only thing I know about incontinence is what I’ve seen of those ads on TV for Depend adult diapers. I’d had no idea there were more products other than those and the store brand knock-offs. I really don’t know what I’m going to be doing. I wasn’t really told, but I assure you I’m a hard worker and I promise to do my best at whatever it is you want me to do.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll do just fine, Bob. You see, your work is not going to be very demanding at all. You’ll only have to do what comes natural. It’s just that we do need someone to do the work and they have to have the right qualifications. Now it says in your application that you have no close family members or girl friend, right?” Bob nodded. “And I see we have all the appropriate releases and forms here, completed and notarized by our office. Good. I think you’re ready to meet Samantha and get started.”

Bob spoke up, “Well, should I get my bag from the car now?”

“Oh no, Bob. We’ll take care of everything. You’re all set. If you should need anything from your car, you can get it later.” Jennifer smiled a sly smile at Anna. This guy was thick. David had been naïve and a little foolish at first, but Bob was just running headlong into this without any qualms to this point.

With Jennifer leading and Anna trailing right behind, they began escorting Bob up the stairs. “My, this is certainly a beautiful home here. I was told it was just a cottage. It’s a lot more than that isn’t it? What’s upstairs?” Bob commented.

“Oh yes, it’s far more than a cottage. I’m sure you’ll be very impressed as you learn exactly how much more than a cottage it is,” Anna replied. “You’ll find our workspace and your new living quarters upstairs. I’m sure you’ll be impressed.”

They went passed the beautiful paneling of the second floor and continued the climb to the heavy steel door on the third floor. Finally Bob was beginning to register some curiosity and perhaps even a little concern. “Wha…what…ummm…I don’t understand. Umm…” he said as he fumbled to articulate the dark uncertainty which began to encircle him. He had no idea what this heavy door signified or what might lie beyond, but he was beginning to be a little concerned.

“Don’t be put off by our security, Bob. Our work here requires that we be very careful. You’ll get used to things here soon. Samantha is right in here. Let’s go in and get your introductions taken care of.”

As Samantha unlocked the door, Anna carefully blocked any potential escape Bob might have considered. As the door opened and the institutional appearance of the inside of the room came into Bob’s view, he stopped short. “Wait a minute. Something isn’t right here. I want out of here, now,” his voice rising in fear.

Anna was ready for him and roughly pushed him through the door as Jennifer slammed it shut, locking them in. Bob tried to push past Anna, saying “No way. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going. I don’t like the looks of this. I don’t need a job this badly!”

Anna grabbed one arm and Jennifer grabbed his other arm, both of them twisting the arm behind him. He squirmed, but was firmly in their grasp. Jennifer spoke firmly, but gently into his ear, as the two held him firmly in their grasp, “You’ve got the job now whether you need it or not. You’re going no further than we say you are and you’re about to start finding out exactly what’s going on here. Who knows? You might even enjoy it!”

Bob looked around not at all understand what he was looking at. It all looked very institutional – very much like a hospital. He saw the changing table and gynecological table without any real recognition. He had no idea of what he was looking at as he saw stacks of diaper and plastic pants. Baby powder, oil, wipes and other supplies meant nothing to him, but somehow he knew the institutional appearance added up to trouble. And that was before he took in the sight of the two cribs. As he first saw the barred cribs, then began to make out the form of someone inside one of them, he stopped short. He was so shocked and upset by what he saw that he could not react.

Pushing him forward toward the crib holding Sam, Jennifer said gently, “Samantha, this is Bob, our newest employee. Bob, I’d like you to meet Samantha. I’m going to apologize for her not saying hello to you, but as you can see she has something in her mouth.”

Bob cringed at the sight of the straight jacket as he followed the various straps holding her firmly in place. He saw the ankle straps holding her legs strapped to the bottom of the crib and finally he absorbed the meaning of the bulge of plastic bound tightly at her waist beneath the jacket and parted sharply by the crotch strap. He pulled back and gasped. He struggled against the hold of the two women but the pain in his arms prevented any real resistance.

“No! Let me go! I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you can’t keep me here. I don’t want your job. I don’t want to have anything to do with any of this. I’m going now. Let me go!”

“Bob, calm down. There is no sense in getting upset. You’ve been hired and you will not be let out of your contract or any of the other agreements you foolishly signed.

Now listen to us. Yes, Bob, this is Sam. She was going to be your boss, but as you can see, she is now going to be simply a co-worker. She’s in diapers and will be helping us test not only various types of diapers and plastic pants, but many other incontinence items as well. This is what you’ll be doing for us as well. Let’s get you ready now.”

Bob jerked hard and yelled, “NO!!! You can’t…” and Jennifer slapped him hard across the face as Anna jerked his arm upward sharply. The combination of pain stopped him long enough for Jennifer to speak sharply into his face, “Don’t you say another word or you’ll regret it! Believe me, we can punish you in ways you can’t even imagine!”

For good measure, Anna jerked his arm one more time and at least for now, Bob gave in out of fear that his shoulder would be dislocated or his arm broken. The sight of the shower room brought new fear to Bob and he was about to cry out when Jennifer forced Bob’s new pacifier gag into his mouth. He heard the clank of the bar being lowered and his hands were cuffed to it before he knew what hit him. Anna stripped him quickly from the waist down while Jennifer brought in the tray of equipment. She used the scalpel on his shirt as she had done with David.

Bob’s eyes bulged as he sensed the sharp cold steel run up his arms, shredding the last clothing on his body. Things were moving too fast for him to understand and he began to cry. Standing naked and vulnerable, he was fearful for his very life. He was too afraid to make any attempts at resistance as he was washed and rinsed. He only cried more as the razor blade started coursing over his arms, then his chest and legs.

Jennifer thought to herself then said aloud to Anna, “I’m not sure this one is going to be any fun at all! He seems to be such a wimp. I like it when they resist just a little and I can put them in their place. Look – even his little penis is a wimp. Will it even notice its diapers?”

What would have been an affront to most men didn’t even sink in to Bob. He was absolutely beside himself in fear. He held perfectly still as Jennifer shaved around his balls and penis. Finally, he was shaven perfectly clean and still Bob just hung from the bar, sobbing.

They led him to the changing table almost taunting him to react and try something, but he just sobbed and padded quietly along. He resisted a little when he saw the thick pile of diapers waiting for him, but with only minor prodding, he allowed himself to be directed onto the table and the waiting pile of cloth. He sobbed quietly as oil was rubbed into his now hairless diaper area and it wasn’t until the little foil packets were brought in front of him that he reacted with other than sobs.

“See these, Bob? These are suppositories. I’m going to put a couple of them into your rectum now to help you along getting used to your diapers.”

Suddenly Bob exploded into a rage, rolling to get off the table. He made fists which swung wildly at Jennifer, but the stack of diapers slipped as Bob rolled and he hit the floor off balance. His fists never came close to Jennifer and Bob hit the floor hard. He swung again, trying to grab Jennifer’s legs to pull her down as he struggled to get up. He obviously had no idea of how to defend himself and even in his rage, he was quickly and quietly subdued. Anna had come to that side of the table and grabbed an arm as Jennifer grabbed the other. Even as he flailed wildly, they easily lifted him back onto the table and soon had him strapped down.

“Now, Bob. Where was I before you interrupted me? Oh yes, that’s right. The suppositories. A couple of these will help you empty your bowels into your diaper. Have you ever used a suppository before, Bob? Well, it doesn’t matter. I take it you’ve never used them while wearing diapers. You’ll get used to the effect over time, since you will be in diapers from now on.

Yes, Bob. From now on – for the rest of your life. All those forms you signed have brought you to this. OK, enough for now.”

Jennifer’s gloved finger explored his little hole. Bob gulped as he felt her finger push deep within him. She carefully showed him the first, then the second suppository before sliding it carefully and firmly into his bottom. Even as she pulled up the cloth diaper and fastened it tightly against his now bare and sensitive skin, he could feel the rumblings within him. He sensed the impending doom as he heard the snaps and felt the tightness of the waist, then the legs of his new side-snap plastic panties enclosing and sealing in his diapers.

By the time the straight-jacket was on him and the sleeves tightened, the pressure was building and Bob sensed what was to become inevitable. The strap tightening between his legs separated them even more than the thick diapers and he was having more trouble squeezing his muscles to hold back the flow to come. Eased onto his back in his crib and tightly bound by the straps, Bob realized that with his legs pulled and bound to the sides of the crib, he would not be able to hold out very long.

As if all this weren’t enough, Jennifer reached it and attached a hose to the front of the gag in his mouth. His eyes followed the hose up to a huge bag hung above the crib. She flicked a little switch on the hose and suddenly he was besieged by a constant flow of liquid into his mouth. He swallowed in order to avoid choking and actually was glad to have something to drink. He’d had several cups of coffee earlier this morning, but all the events since his arrival here had been physically and emotionally draining and he found himself very thirsty. The liquid tasted somewhat like a cheap grade of apple juice partly because of a slightly bitter aftertaste. He was right about the apples juice, although the bitter taste came from the drugs laced into the juice to help weaken him and put him into a very relaxed state.

Chapter 12

As the bars of the crib slammed shut, he began to sense his situation as hopeless. He was now not an employee, but a prisoner. He was not even a normal prisoner. His body hair had been completely removed and he was now in thick diapers and plastic pants. It was bad enough being locked into this crib in this outfit, but he sensed that soon his own body would betray him. That was when he noticed the mirror on the ceiling positioned just so he could not avoid seeing himself. Yes, that was him – he saw the leather strap holding in the pacifier gag filling his mouth and preventing him from any verbal communication. He saw the straight jacket fitted tightly on him. He’d never seen a real straight jacket close up and now it was binding him tightly. Among the straps holding him in, he saw the crotch strap and how it seemed to divide the blue plastic panties into two puffy sections. He could feel the pressure of the strap through the thick diapers and he could feel the strange sensation of his hairless groin, as he looked up and saw his once very hairy legs completely void of hair.

They’d told him he needed to be baby clean – hairless like a newborn – in order to do his new job. They’d reminded him of how he had just promised to cooperate and do the best job he could possibly do. And they explained in perfectly clear detail what they’d said about him only needing to do what would come natural. With that he felt even more pressure in his backside and he sensed a realization that he could no longer hold back. He felt the slide of hot mush spreading out of his bottom to meet the firm, taut diaper cloth. The cloth bulged but the strap of the straight jacket held tight and so the mess just spread. He couldn’t remember a feeling like this – hot mush spreading across his cheeks and downward on either side of where the strap held the diaper tight. As Bob remembered that this was not just a strange warmth, but his own waste pressing and clinging to his skin, he was repulsed and disgusted.

He thought back to a time well into his childhood when he had poohed his pants trying to get to the bathroom. He was so embarrassed then and he must have been all of maybe five years old. Now he was reduced to even less than that. He had just poohed into a diaper. Bob had absolutely no recollections of himself in diapers. Now, he had been forcibly returned to diapers and he was using them.

As these thoughts washed over him, he felt a small trickle of urine escape into the waiting cloth. It occurred to him that he always seemed to pee along with a bowel movement and he’d been so focused on the poop that had forced its way into his diapers that he had not even noticed the pressure of his bladder. The warmth of the few drops of pee was quickly absorbed by the cloth, but this had released the seal holding his urine. He struggled to hold back, but soon he lost the battle amid a flood of hot urine. In the tight confines of the cloth diaper, he felt the liquid rush to find its way around in the limited space available. Some was absorbed quickly into the cloth and he felt the spread of warmth in the diaper. He felt some run around the base of his penis and flow down between his legs to mix with the mass of poop wedged there.

As he mourned this latest fall, he began to feel, if not understand, how relaxed he’d become. His eyes fluttered and the light in the room seemed to dim. Well after the last drops of the drugged apple juice, he worked the gag in his mouth – in his mind this was a gag, but he was already truly using it as a pacifier, helping the work of the drugs in calming and soothing him just like a little baby would use his pacifier. Drugged and tired from his ordeal, Bob’s consciousness slid away from him in spite of the embarrassment and humiliation of being locked into wet and messy diapers.

Chapter 13

Bob had been asleep for some time before he heard the distant sounds and began to sense the brightening light. The door to the room was coming open and the light was simply his eyes opening and adjusting. He was still somewhat in a fog. He tried to roll and the memory of where he was tugged at him just like the straps binding him down.

He heard Jennifer enter the room, “Whewww…it smells like a sewage plant on a hot summer day! Somebody in here has a messy diaper! Is it you, Sam?” She made a show of going to the side of Samantha’s crib. She sniffed and then reached in between the crib bars to stick a finger inside the plastic pants. “Oh! You are a wet little baby, but the stink isn’t coming from you.” Samantha thrashed at her bonds as much as she could and made indistinguishable noises into her pacifier gag. The plastic crib cover crinkled and the sides of the crib rattled.

Jennifer approached the side of Bob’s crib and declared, “Oh my! What a stinky baby! I guess we’ve got to get you cleaned up first! Samantha is very wet, but she can wait. Since she hasn’t pooped yet, we’ll have to help her with that, I guess. OK, now here we go.” She retrieved a hypodermic from a locked drawer and gave Sam a shot in her upper thigh then went back to Bob. From behind her gag, she gave a cry as the needle first slipped into her skin and then delivered a drugged cocktail.

Jennifer carefully manipulated Bob releasing his bonds carefully and opening the crib. She led him into the shower room and placed his legs in a spreader bar before releasing the straightjacket. Quickly and efficiently, giving Bob no opportunity for resistance, his wrists were strapped to the bar and soon he was balanced on the balls of his feet. Diapers released, showering accomplished and Bob was soon back on the changing table, strapped down, oiled, powdered, diapered and returned to his crib. Jennifer gave him his first bag of juice and turned her attention to Samantha.

The drugs Jennifer had given Samantha left her incredibly weak but very clear headed. Every movement, every humiliation was carefully registered as Samantha was taken from her crib to the shower room, cleaned up and brought to the table. Rather than being made to lie down, however, Samantha was made to kneel while each leg was strapped to the sides of the table. She was then made to move forward with her elbows supporting the rest of her weight as her wrists were strapped to the sides of the table as well.

Sam knew well what was coming, but as the greased rod was inserted in her rectum and the inner then outer bulbs inflated she flinched and screamed into her gag. This could not be happening to her! She still had visions of getting free and inflicting the worst punishments imaginable on her former lover and assistant Jennifer. As the liquid of the enema began seeping into her bowels she continued these thoughts but fullness and cramping gradually overtook any thoughts other than her immediate dilemma. When Sam had taken almost two quarts of potent enema fluid, Jennifer seemed pleased and released the bag. Keeping the balloons inflated within Sam, Jennifer carefully manipulated Sam onto her back and applied a triple layer of disposable diapers.

Bob had taken all this in and tried to stay as quiet as he could in fear that this might happen to him. Sam was led back to her crib, her straightjacket put back on her and she was locked immobile in her crib again before the bulbs deflated and the wand withdrawn carefully from within the diapers before the crotch strap tightened fully. Jennifer allowed the crib sides to clank shut loudly to drive home the reality of Sam’s condition. The enema solution was so strong and Sam so drugged that Jennifer had only reached the outer nursery door before Sam moaned a sad acknowledgement as her bottom exploded a cascade of watery and poopy fluid into the waiting diapers.

The liquid pooled in her diapers as the level rose faster than even the efficient diapers could absorb it. She felt chunks mix with the fluid as her insides were washed clean by the reverse tide of the enema. Sam was tough though and while this experience often melted her victims into tears, Sam bore up and simply screamed unheard epithets into her pacifier gag. She shook furiously, rattling the cage, but to no avail as the cascade continued. The effect on poor Bob couldn’t have been more dramatic had it been Sam’s intent. He squirmed in fear and apprehension of whatever might come next for him. And yet Sam’s concern was only for herself.

When finally the flood was over and she’d been forced to pee in the diapers as well, she lay still. She was not and would not allow herself to be defeated as the weak underlings she had victimized. At least that was what she was thinking. At the same time, she knew the extent of the security she herself had established and she had to acknowledge that at least at this point, Jennifer had the upper hand. She lay in her own pooh and pee with it etching itself subtly into the outer layers of skin. She couldn’t see the pinkish rash developing but she did feel the beginning of the burn of a severe case of diaper rash.

Chapter 14

Jennifer returned and hooked her up to her liquid lunch and did the same for Bob before retreating. She had been training Anna and had trusted her to the care of the now completely incontinent but also more docile pair in the other nursery. Anna found both Susan and David easy to care for. They understood and showed the appreciation due the one who gently washed them, re-diapered them and fed them. Jennifer returned to their nursery just as Anna had finished connecting their feed bags.

Jennifer went to a position where she could be heard and seen by the two of them. She carefully repeated what the two were already aware of; Sam was no longer in charge. Jennifer went on to explain that Sam was not only going to be punished for her abusive behavior, but was going to become a permanent diaper tester herself. As these two babies consumed their noon meal, Jennifer could see the slight pleasure in their faces knowing that their tormenter was, herself, being punished. They were then told that since they were now permanently in diapers they would continue to serve as experimental subjects but that the most harsh treatments would be reserved for Sam and sadly, for Bob. This news – that their treatment might actually improve – heartened them more than anything they’d heard since the beginning of their captivity.

The latest experimental diapers they had received were special disposables treated with medicine which would help mitigate the effects of diaper rash by themselves. For purposes of testing, then, the subjects would have to have diaper rash in order to obtain accurate results. Jennifer explained that Sam was already on her way to a severe case of diaper rash and Bob would follow. Susan and David would be allowed to be a study of how these diapers might be preventative for those without a rash. The test would be replicated several times in the next few weeks and observations made. It had seemed that these two occasionally developed a mild rash now and then anyway and so wouldn’t be subjected to any harsh treatment to induce a rash. Again, with this news, they seemed to smile from beneath their feeder gags.

Days and weeks went by. David and Susan were very happy that they were at least being treated better. Jennifer began allowing them to talk, removing the feeding gag between meals. They were no longer subject to straight-jackets or being bound in their cribs. The cribs themselves were locked and security kept tight during showers and changes, but Jennifer and Anna could tell that a relationship was developing not only between David and Susan, but between the four of them which could lead to even greater levels of trust.

Chapter 15

Of course, all four of the ‘babies’ were kept completely shaven. Sam’s hair was kept in a bowl cut, while Bob’s was shaven completely. After three weeks of confinement, Jennifer and Anna noticed that Sam’s feistiness was beginning to wither. She still resisted bowel movements and as a result was given enemas on a regular basis. She had worked hard to manage her pee as well, but was beginning to show signs of losing control as well. Jennifer finally decided however, that unless Samantha was rendered completely incontinent, she might maintain some hope of escape and revenge.

To add to Samantha’s humiliation over this, the three others were placed into locked wheel chairs and positioned so they could see the captive Samantha strapped tightly to the table and prepped for the same injection which had rendered Susan bladder incontinent. Susan and David were even permitted to taunt Sam as Jennifer made a huge show of telling her of her next ‘treatment.’ The injection was prepared with great drama. Jennifer pretended to have second thoughts, but then taunting Samantha for all the suffering she’d made others endure, held the needle up to Sam’s face one more time before sliding it carefully into Sam’s bladder muscles.

“Everyone watch, now! Watch me inject this and count to see how many seconds elapse before our new baby Sam pees without control for the first time!” David and Susan knew all too well what would happen, but the others gasped as the first small dribbles of urine slid out of Sam into the waiting diaper even before the needle had been fully withdrawn.

A single cloth diaper was pulled tightly up between her legs and pinned before Sam was made to stand next to the table, back to it, with her arms strapped tightly to it at either side. Samantha stood there still very defiant with her large breasts heaving indignantly in the air as Susan and David watched the single cloth diaper develop a growing damp yellow stain.

In spite of her inner humiliation, Sam tried valiantly to act as if this was not going to defeat her. Two days later, when Jennifer began the anal treatment which had efficiently destroyed all anal control of David and Susan, Sam was not so haughty. She wept bitterly for hours on end as the plug in her bottom enlarged time after time guaranteeing yet another fully incontinent diaper tester for her own scheme of abuse and profit.

Chapter 16

Over the period of several more months, Jennifer and her new business partner Anna came to a major agreement with David and Susan. The two of them had come to terms with the necessity of their diapers and in fact, with the fair and reasonable treatment afforded them now, were quite content with their lives with some minor modifications. It was agreed that while they would not be full partners in this diaper testing business, that they would be allowed access to all of the house and grounds of the estate. They weren’t particularly interested in going out into the larger society now anyway, being very self-conscious of their constant thick diapers.

They had become so used to their cribs and their nursery that they turned down Jennifer’s offer of another room in the house. The cribs were no longer locked however and of course, they were allowed to shower freely without being confined. In fact, there was no longer any need to restrict them in any sense. Security overall however remained high because of fears that Sam and/or Bob might try something.

Bob had been spared forced incontinence but was effectively incontinent by now anyway. In any event, he was certainly a very valid and valuable test subject. He had remained somewhat confused about how and why this had all happened to him and showed defiance now and again. Of course, there was no possibility of defiance beyond Jennifer and Anna’s ability to control.

Jennifer had at first maintained contact with the outside companies doing business with Sam as if Sam were still in control, but gradually took over the operations in all respects. It turns out that Sam was respected as a Dom, but not very well liked by any of her supposed ‘friends’ in the community. In fact, the woman who had the medical contacts to supply needed drugs and medical equipment for Sam initially, was very happy to continue supply even in the knowledge that it was being used against Sam. She even came and spent a week at the house observing Sam as she was given various combinations of enemas, douches, suppositories and oral laxatives. She seemed to be not only amused, but gratified at seeing Sam suffer physically. A bonus was the humiliation Sam experienced having a former friend watch that suffering and know of her condition. To Sam it was every bit as upsetting and humiliating to be the bottom as it was to be incontinent as well.

Bob was simply a victim of circumstance. Gradually, he too was allowed a little more freedom. Though he had not been rendered physically incontinent, over a period of time he was so deeply and psychologically affected that he would never be trained out of diapers anyway. He accepted them as much as David and Susan did. Security remained high for him, though, as he was an important part of testing procedures, especially when unpleasant testing was to take place.

Chapter 17

At some point, this new group was asked to re-test the special diapers David and Susan had used on David’s first night of captivity; the ones designed to allow sexual relations under the powerful aphrodisiac drug. By this point, David and Susan were so close that they each jumped at the chance to re-test both the diapers and the drug. They certainly enjoyed the experience once more, but after the fact admitted they hadn’t needed the drug! They were now deeply in love and certainly needed no artificial encouragement.

Sam was an entirely different story. Yes, she’d been with men before and was definitely bi, but the thought of sex forced on her was beyond repugnant. Of course, as soon as she felt the slickness of the special diaper panties, she realized what was to come. She kicked, screamed into her gag and resisted in every way she could possibly imagine and yet was no match as she was strapped into her crib spread eagle and vulnerable. The feeling of the sleeve being inserted into her love canal, which she had so highly prized, was degrading and even for her, frightening. She positively quaked with fear all the while that Bob was prepared. As David only could imagine, so too Bob was unwittingly led to the coming event innocent to a great extent. What kind of experiment might this be, that his penis had been so carefully drawn between the layers of the disposable? What kind of diaper panties were these being drawn up his legs? The sleeve placed sensuously onto his member caused an almost instant arousal and it strained to be used for something other than wetting his diapers.

When his mask was removed and he stared down at the spread-eagle Sam he was at first bewildered. When he saw the vaginal insert in her diaper panties and saw his own rampant sex, he lit up and grinned behind his pacifier gag. Unlike David and Susan, no ‘pillow talk’ would be tolerated for fear that without her gag, Sam might try to do harm to Bob. As it was, Jennifer ended up rigging straps to Sam’s head so she couldn’t as much as butt Bob with her head.

With Bob firmly strapped down on top of Sam and his member lubed and inserted into her waiting opening, the syringes were prepared. After the needles had delivered their intended meds, the two were left alone to do what they had little power to avoid if they had wanted to. Sam of course wanted nothing to do with this, but the drug went beyond her control and time after time, they copulated fiercely. Bob enjoying every moment even when unable to produce any more ejaculate. He moaned with incredible pleasure into his gag as Sam, even though physically drawn to the coupling process moaned sighs of humiliation and grudging defeat.

Cameras recorded the entire process until the two lay panting but otherwise still and sore. Sam’s humiliation grew greater only as she peed and then finally pooped her diaper in spite of the pressure of Bob laying heavily atop her. Later, while the original of the video was sent to the company which had requested the test, Sam was shown over and over a copy of the video of this humiliating and degrading experience. She cringed each time, but with repeated showings and her continuing captivity, she too began slipping into resignation of her fate.

Chapter 18

Susan and David lived a satisfying and happy life. They continued to test diapers and other incontinence products but had begun wearing normal clothes over their diapers. They helped with the research and the household chores – not as slaves or even servants – but as willing partners in the operation of this growing business. Jennifer and Anna gradually fell in love but on a completely equal footing. Jennifer had lost any thought of enjoying a bottom role and had never looked to be a top.

Eventually the four of them discovered aby.com, rupadded.com, dailydiapers.com and other online havens of active ABDL’s. Without having to resort to forced captivity, they found more than enough willing volunteers to come and stay locked into crib cages, given enemas, being bound and diapered, testing diapers, panties, and more equipment that anyone could dream of. Some would stay for a weekend, others for a week or two at a time and still others begged to be allowed to stay forever.

Gradually, the entire 3rd floor was given over to nurseries as two more were added there. The house was large enough to turn over half of the second floor to nursery space and when demand for testing increased as baby boomers aged and needed the benefits of their work, the basement was turned over to three more nurseries as well.

The four principals remained in charge, lived well and happily. They took the greatest pleasure in showing off Samantha to all who came to the house as an example of what justice can come to be for those who would go beyond consensual bondage play.

The end.

[mblues]

Thank you for writing!

[Vickie]

Diaper Research was one of my favorite stories also. And you did a great job of making this story feel like it was the same person writing it. And the ending. We could only dream of such a place.

Thank you

[Summertime]

Yes I agree a great story, the change in fortunes for Sam was wonderful. Thank you for taking the time to write and post this.

[DL JAY]

Bravo,You did a great job finishing this story.I hope you have a new one for us non writers soon.DL JAY

[Drillers]

yes very good story great job

[Heather23]

You are quite the writer....loved it!

[baby-dandan]

   I see this posted a long time ago but I guess it’s never too late for a complimentary comment. I know, I am a little slow getting to things! This continuation of “Diaper Research” is outstanding; the story is very well writen and is easy to follow! I have not finished the story yet but am on edge just to read more. It is kind of like being in school and the teacher gathers all the kids around for Story time. When it they come to a stoping point and say “We will continue our story tomorrow” and there is a big “awwwwwwe!” from all the kids! That’s how it is for me. I can’t wait to get back to it! Even when I am done with the story, I know I’ll want to read it again and again and again....ect! Now if I only had a long enough attention span to read a long story.