Fulldiaper Posted January 3, 2009 Share Posted January 3, 2009 Prison Reformation by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2009, all rights reserved. Hello, my name is Lydia Miller, I'm a professor and currently teach at the Federal prison. My job is to educate inmates that are about to be released on parole or have served their sentences and are being put back into society. Most of the offenders I work with are usually less than three time offenders and have a chance of actually making it in society with the proper skills and motivation. I graduated second in my class at MIT and Harvard. My degrees are chemical engineering and psychological behavior modification with a minor in pharmacology. I studied as a hypnotist for five years under the tutorage of a woman in San Francisco that was a lesbian and really abhorred men in general, although most of her patients were males I worked for the US Government Top Secret installation in the deserts of Nevada back during the Cold War to develop and deploy counter measures in combat agaist our enemies and was quite successful in developing some very good hypnotics and psychotropics. The problem is they had to be absorbed into the bodies of the enemies or injected and eventually the Cold War ended and so did my funding for this type of research. Hence I ended up in the private sector. This is where I met my co-hort in crime Cynthia Dinsdale. She was a blonde, a little over 6' tall and bulit like a bombshell, and almost as smart as she was beautiful and had been around the male block a few times, married, divorced and hardened against men. I also found out she was a lifestyle dominatrix and loved taking money from men for fulfilling their fantasies as a Dominant woman. I was no slouch in the looks department either, in my silk stockings, garters and 5" heels I stood nearly 6' tall with my ample chest and bubble butt. Not my definition, but as I was described by one of my ex-lovers. Once I told her of the research that I was doing, she was glued to me like hook on loop velcro. She asked me for the first time in our relationship if I would accompany her to a Domme session and I did. I hooked from there on out. The session was with a young 30+ male that enjoyed being babied by Mommy Cynthia. She would give him a sponge bath and then pull out a disposable diaper and place it under her charge. She would powder and lotion him up and then just before taping the diaper, she would insert a mineral oil fleet enema into his bottom and squeeze the contents home. Then she would diaper up her charge and make sure it was snug and tight. She would then pull open her nursing bra and nurse him, until nature took it's course and he would fill his diapers helplessly. That was the end of the session and she made $200.00 for less than hours worth of work. I was amazed. Then she said, wouldn't it be great if with just a cue, I could have my bABy slave fill his diaper, with no prior knowledge of receiving the enema diapered or not? This got my brain clicking and my juices flowing and my panties damp! After that, Cynthia started purchasing my development in a small spray dispenser and the first time she misted another client, that wasn't a bABy, we both convinced him that he wasn't toilet trained and on a specific cue, his bladder and bowels would be rendered totally useless for a period of 24 hours. We didn't know if it would work or not and both were excited to see the results. Three hours in and on his way back from picking up a pizza and drinks, Cynthia called him on his cell phone and gave him the cue, just as he pulled into the driveway of her condo and we both had to go out, since he was so embarassed that he had wet and soiled himself and didn't know why. He was in tears. We both had to fight back the snickers when we looked at each other. We offered to diaper him and send him on his way and he declined, only to return less than an hour later, soaking wet. Cynthia diapered him and sent him home. He called about 4 hours later and had filled his diaper. Cynthia offered to come to him and change him. He opted for a delivery of a few extra diapers instead. Sure enough, right around 24 hours later, he totally regained his continence and no longer needed his diapers! After our first success, we wanted to try this out on someone who wanted to be in diapers and using them as they were intended and waited for Cynthia's little bABy boy to return to her nursery. We'll call him Scott. Scott called and scheduled another appointment for a weekend session and this was a $2000.00 session and Cynthia said, "you help, you get paid too." We setup the equipment and got the stage set for our next experiment on Scott. When Scott arrived Cynthia introduced me as Mommy Lydia. I immediately grabbed Scott's rear and searched for a diaper and found none. I asked him, "why aren't you in a diaper lil boy?" He said, "I'm not incontinent ma'am, I just enjoy playing bABy." Cynthia and I in unison said, "You need to be in diapers this weekend lil boy." We both could tell he was excited by the small wet spot slowly forming in the front of his jeans. He brought a dozen diapers, two enema's and three jars of babyfood with him, with assorted lotions and powders for his bigbABy weekend. Little did he know, we had a surprise for him, he wouldn't soon forget. We told him, "ok babytime for Scotty" and we thought his pants were going to rip open from his excitement. While Cynthia prepared Scott's diapers, I prepared to set our next experiment in motion. As Cynthia concluded his sponge bath and was about to dust him I sprayed the mist into the powder and all of a sudden, his eyes kind of glassed over and Cynthia spoke first. She said, "whenever you hear the phrase, Scotty are you wet?" You will loose bladder control for 15 minutes. Then she said, "whenever you hear the phrase, "Do you smell something?" you will loose complete control of your bladder and bowels for 15 minutes. You will helplessly wet and fill your pants or diapers. Do you understand?" Scott answered, "Yes Ma'am" Cynthia then went to the cabinent and pulled out a few soakers to put into Scott's diaper and finished diapering him up and didn't give him the enema either. We both were so excited to see if it would work!! Cynthia on cue opened her nursing bra and started nursing Scotty. It hit me then, that we could take this even further and make Scott think he was actually getting milk from Cynthia's breast next feeding, by using just a little more of the spray. I told Cynthia my idea and she was excited to try it and when Scott was finished nursing, he looked up and Cynthia and said, "the enema hasn't worked and I haven't felt any cramps ma'am" I signaled Cynthia to hold her breath and I sprayed Scott again. This time we thought long and hard. We both consulted each other. When we say something, there needs to be physical feelings with these cues. I said, "Scotty, when you hear the cue: "do you smell something?"" You will feel cramps and a rolling in your bowels that will signal imminent need for the potty within seconds, you will feel gas build up and your bowels will have no muscle control within 10 seconds of hearing the cue and your bowels will empty into your pants, or diapers helplessly and uncontrolablly, and your bladder will also empty into your pants or diaper." Do you understand?" Yes ma'am, was his response. Cynthia said, "when you hear the cue: "Are you wet Scotty?" You will feel your bladder as full as it's ever been and twitching. You will stand up and do the pee-pee dance and just before you take your first step, within 5 seconds, your bladder will empty helplessly into your pants or diapers." Do you understand?" Yes ma'am was his response again. I said, "Scotty, when you are nursing on any woman's breast, as you suckle, you will feel and taste breast milk. As it fills your tummy and bladder, you will feel comfortable and safe. Once you have stopped breastfeeding, you will feel full and content. Within 30 seconds of stopping, your bladder and bowels will feel as if they need to empty and in less than 5 seconds, you will wet and mess yourself helplessly in your pants or diapers, just like a toddler bABy. I looked at Cynthia and I could tell by her ear-to-ear grin, she approved! We brought Scott out and Cynthia made him start nursing for a few more minutes. When she stopped, he was disappointed that the enema still had not worked and he was getting madder and said, "you're a scam artist and I'm leaving" Just about 35 seconds after that comment, he stopped dead in his tracks and his face turned red and you could see the yellow stain appearing, and it stopped and a bulge started to form in the back of his diaper and as soon as he finished pushing and filling the back, the yellow stain in the front, began to get larger once again. Cynthia and I high fived and just laughed! 1 Link to comment
Baby Johnny Posted January 3, 2009 Share Posted January 3, 2009 Cute idea. Can you send me some that spray? I have a few people that need to be sprayed badly. Thanks!! Link to comment
kirababy Posted January 3, 2009 Share Posted January 3, 2009 great start, is there more forthcoming? Love your stories kirababy Link to comment
ppbenn Posted January 4, 2009 Share Posted January 4, 2009 I really like the start of this story, and I hope it is just the beginning. Good work please keep it up. Link to comment
Alice-chan Posted January 4, 2009 Share Posted January 4, 2009 Where may I buy this spray?! I need some of that freakin stuff! The Angel of Hope, Alice Link to comment
Fulldiaper Posted January 10, 2009 Author Share Posted January 10, 2009 Chapter 2: Fast forward to today. Cynthia and I remained long time friends, until her death in late last year. She and I had become very powerful women in our own rights. She was a State's Attorney and I was a consulting speaker to the department of corrections nationwide. Cynthia was a federal senator that got a bill passed for prison reformation. Instead of the death penalty, which was long ago abolished. Anyone convicted of a haneous crime was sentenced to one or multiple life repeats. A multiple life repeat is where the prisoner is regressed and reared properly with the correct morals. Some prisoners that were hard core cases, were sentenced to total regression and no possiblity of adulthood. Minor offenders were sent to Correctional Center BIT located in a secret location and built into the side of a mountain, to insure absolutely no chance of escape. If you're familar with an old TV show where all the old secret agents were sent to an Island, where if they tried to escape, there was this ball that chased them down and would smother them into submission or kill them. Our security was a thousand times worse than that. When the facility was built a few unique security measures were built in. Sonic sounds if a prisoner passes a certain point, market by a bright florescent blue and pink line causes thier bodies to go limp like a newborn and for their muscles in their body to totally and completely relax causeing their bladder and bowels to empty into their diapers all inmates must wear, since the cellblocks have no toilet facilities on the inmates side and limited, voice commanded facilities on the staff side. All the guards are females and are registered nurses, that have been trained in martial arts and passive subduction techniques. All inmates uniforms are similar, except for multiple repeat offenders. Their jumpsuits are powder blue with a large pink B on it. All other inmates jumpsuits are powder blue, with a bright white AB on it. Any violent offenders jumpsuits are brown with a powder blue B on it. This type of identification also allows the staff to know what level or punishment that may be needed, before the inmate responds positively to a correction, by a correction officer. Each correction officer carries a can of my special spray that will render most inmates into a total hypnotic trance and allow further correction by the correction officer, up to and including total and complete regression to newborn status for as long as the officer deems necessary. Some are sentencened to life as a newborn, with no possibilty of growth. Other's are sentenced to 1, 2, 3, 5, 10 years as a newborn, with growth at 1/2, 1/3, 1/10, or 1/100 of normal ageing. So, the later of 1/100, would mean, you would age 1 year for every 100 years you were incarcerated. For those inmates that are sentenced for lessor crimes, they are rehabilitated to allow outside law- enforcement to identify them by their bulky bottoms, since all inmates are required to be diapered 24/7/365, once they have been released from incarceration. Most of the lawenforcement community is also female, since most men want nothing to do with a full soaked and soiled diaper, upon apprehension of a repeat offender. Officers carry hypnotic spray, but their most reliable weapon against repeat offeners is the bABymaker 5000. It's a small unit that can easily be carried in an officers belt, purse or fanny pack. When the weapon is fired in the direction of a repeat offender, it renders them as helpless as a newborn bABy and their bladder and bowels release all contents. So, if the offender isn't diapered, they soil them- selves and usually become quite docile. Officers squad cars are equipped with a complete changing station, since some of the women, for fun have discharged their weapons on partial strength, which usually results in the reciever at least wetting and sometimes even soiling themselves. These weapons were approved by President Obama after his inaguration and have been in use since criminal violence escallated in years, to the point where murder, rape and arson and other violent crimes were about to destroy the world. The World Council abolished the manufacture and possession of hand guns and other more violent weapons. Now criminals have to fabricate weapons, or find antiques to use in the commission of crimes. Anyone using a deadly weapon antique is automatically sentenced to the special unit in the federal department of corrections and will eventually end up here for reprogramming, through regression and diaper training. Chapter 3: Orientation When an offeder arrives, the first thing that is done, is they are made to wet and soil themselve, through diet and special rooms equipped with ultra high frequency sounds that constantly bombard the muscles of the body, including the sphincter muscles in the bladder and bowels. Once an inmate wets and soils them- selves, they are escorted to the orientation room, where they are allowed to clean up and given two pills to take. They are supervised and told the pills are to kill any paracites they might have internally. Actually, they are both very powerful diuretics and stool softners. Once they are showered and clean, they are issues white jumpsuits and escorted to the intake office, where information will be taken by correctional officers. Each inmate's time of injestion is recorded and as the process takes place, they are being indoctrinated into the prison nursery. Once an inmate wets or soils themselves, twice or three times, they are issued a new jumpsuit that is now florescent orange with a chemical treatment of more laxative, stool softner and diuretics. This jumpsuit also has litmus in the crotch area that will turn the jumpsuit in that area, bright yellow when amonnia or feces will turn it brown. New inmates are given food and water, as much as they want. All the water is lightly spiked with mild diuretics and all food is full of high fiber, stool softners and a mild laxative. What is really interesting is that this is all done to break down the inmates resistance to women in control and them eventually in diapers, using them like the bABies they will become. Also, the prison, has been built with anti-gravitational units to allow the women to seem stronger than their male inmate counter parts. The female and some male correctional officers wear specially designed boots that are only functional on their bodies, should an inmate over power an officer. Also, post hypnotic suggestions are implanted with subliminal broadcasting being sent into every corner of the prison. All correctional officers wear again, specially designed hearing protection that only works for them. Even another officer can not use another correctional officers prison issued equipment. The hypnotic spray canisters are biometrically operated by voice and fingerprint recognition. Also, there are voice stress analisis sensors all over the prison, and if an officer feels threatened, they don't have to cry out, it would be detected and counter inmate measures are institued by the automatic security system built into all areas of the prison. The counter measures once activated, can not be shutdown by anyone in the prison. The outside guard tower is the only place it can be deactivated. The officer in that tower would activate backup measures and the US Marshalls office and the local State Patrol office would be notified, and put on alert. In the event of a false activation, an all clear would be given by the officer, their supervisor, the tower guard and State and Federal Officials would stand down. In the event of a possible escape or takeover, the stand down would appear to have been given, while a silent alarm would issued and counter measures would be activated, with NO prison deactivation available. This would insure a total and complete lockdown of the entire prison facility. Kill sensors would be activated to insure no electric counter measures would be affective and no vehicle on the property would be able to be started and used for an escape. This is where I come in. I'm an investigative reporter and I wanted to get into this Top Secret facility, so my colleague and I fabricated a story where I raped her and I was sure this would get me into the facility and once we came clean, I would be released; hopefully. Well, we were ready to carry out the plan. The only problem was Lisa, put on an all too convincing show, since she and I did have consentual sex, there was more than enough dna evidence to sentence me to reformation. What I didn't know is that Lisa had been long long time friends with Lydia and they both were former lovers and Lisa knew Cynthia before she was brutally murdered by a repeat sex- offender. Link to comment
Baby Johnny Posted January 10, 2009 Share Posted January 10, 2009 While the description of the prison was way more detailed than I liked to read, I look forward to the continuation of this story. Personally, I would have mixed the details into the story line as they became relevant. Odds are by the time they are relevant, your readers will have forgotten it since it will most likely be months before you get there. Link to comment
Fulldiaper Posted January 16, 2009 Author Share Posted January 16, 2009 Chapter 3: Swift Judgement I never knew that judgement would be passed so soon. In less than a month from my arrest, I was sitting in a detainment room, ready to be sent off for reform. I was in tighty whitey's and wear- ing ankle cuffs and handcuffs, secured to a 4" wide leather restraining belt by my wrists. The anklecuffs made me nearly have to waddle or hobble to move. They weren't on that tight, but they were short chained and the handcuffs were secured to the belt, by my wrists, unlike conventional handcuffs with the short chain or hinge. I was pronounced guilty and sentenced to life reform! The female guards handed me a bright white jumpsuit and assisted me in putting it on, but not before I was shaved in the groin and laid down, did I realize that I was going to be diapered. The female guard said, "so you like raping women? huh?" I just snarled and hoped that they might go easy on me. I saw the second guard out fot he corner of my eye with some foil packets and heard them being opened as my legs were hoisted high into the air and up over my head, making my bottom totally exposed and vunerable. The one female asked, "are those the Ducolax?" The woman said, "YEP" I had no idea what that meant, but I was sure it wasn't going to be good. The first guard put on some vinyl or latex gloves and I felt her invade my backside and she began to massage my prostate and within a very short period of time, I felt my belly and penis get wet and she continued to milk me, like a farmer would milk a cow. She moved in and out of my anal area, and I was totally at her mercy. She must have removed and reinserted her finger deep inside me at least three or four times. Each time I felt a mild burning sensation, but it subsided. She said, "that should make him docile!" Yah, said the other guard, "they all loose their drive, when they get milked, before the ride." We don't have to worry about messy number three's in their diapers, from them being all turned on, by a woman taking control and putting them back into diapers. I'm sure then I must have turned seven shades of red. Then I heard, "oh bABy, you ain't seen nothing yet!" Then the two of them laughed as they both bundled me up in the diaper and pulled the jumpsuit over it and I heard a distinct click in the back, up around my neck, a swift swat my padded posterior, that probably scared me more than acutally hurt and I jumped. Then I was ushered into the back of van with blacked out windows and my anklecuffs were secured to the bottom of the van and I seated on a semi-soft plastic seat and a strap was pulled across me and I was forced into a reclining position and then I felt something being inserted into my mouth and secured behind my head. Then I heard the female guard say, "wouldn't want our new bABy prisoner thirsty, now would we?" and I felt fluid coming into the gag, and no matter how hard I tried to block one hole, it seemed there were another ten that started leaking fluid into my mouth. I gave and started a sucking rhythm and that's when the guards signaled the driver I was ready for my long ride. We started out slow, I'm sure moving through the Metro area streets, then we finally hit the Interstate and we were on our way. About the time we were pulling onto the Interstate, I started feeling really deep and painful cramps. I tried to signal the driver, but with gag in and me drinking to keep from drowning, I failed. I thought I could hold out until we arrived and then I remembered what I was wearing. They intentionally sabotaged me. Well, I'm not going to babify myself in front of bunch of dominant women. Just then another cramp gripped me and refused to let me go. I wanted to curl up in the fetal position, but seated and strapped in as I was, I couldn't move. All of a sudden, the seat under me started to gently vibrate and move up and down. I was finding it difficult to concentrate and maintain focus. I wasn't sure, but I think what I was drinking, must have been drugged. I started hearing voices in my head, "telling how nice it would feel to relieve the pressure in my bowels" also, that my bladder was filing up and I should just relax and let it empty naturally and completely into my diapers, like the bABy I was. My focus went from my bowels, to try and keep my eyes open and then I felt myself slipping into a slumber, relaxed, free, and totally and completely relaxed. My muscles were no longer tense, I was no longer worried about my sentence....my body was no longer under my control the voices kept on repeating. I could feel the pressure in my bladder and bowels growing and growing stronger and the cramps nearly completely and totally unbearable. Then the voice said, "wouldn't it feel so much better just to give all that pain to the diapers?" "Just relax and become the bABy you know you are!" Relax and you'll feel so much better. Just gently push and empty your bladder and bowels into the soft, absorbent and thick diapers bABy. "You can no longer control your body, I control it." Then there was a gentle mist that covered the whole back area. I knew I was loosing it and I was completely helpless to stop or resist. The voices got louder and I could feel the seat now pressing hard against my padded posterior and the voice said, "oh my, you must be a big boy, huh?" I heard myself saying, "I'm a big boy!" Then voice said, "Anytime you hear the words big boy, your bladder and bowels will helplessly and uncontrollably empty into your pants or diapers. You can't control it, it's totally out of your control, the more you try, the weaker they become, until you have the cotrol of a toddler, who has totally failed potty training and been put back into Thick, Soft, Absorbent diapers." "If you are wearing boxers, briefs or no underwear, you will have an uncontrollable desire to be babied and diapered by a dominant woman. If you can't find a woman, you will helplessly and uncontrolably wet and fill your pants, underpants, chair or bed. This will happen no mater who you're with, or where you are, you are completely and totally helpless to resist. Each time you attempt to resist, your bladder and bowels get weaker and weaker, until you will have to be diapered to keep from wetting or soiling yourself like a newborn." I don't know how long the ride was or how long I slept for, but when I woke up, I was still in the back of the van in very wet and extremely smelly full diapers. I slowly shook off the sleep like a haze in the morning dew as you see the sun come up and the fog slowly burns away and you know it's going to be a beautiful day! I felt the van decellerate and we were exiting the Interstate. We drove a long distance and as we were I started hearing the voices again... Link to comment
kirababy Posted January 17, 2009 Share Posted January 17, 2009 Nice addition! You have my full attention! Link to comment
Fulldiaper Posted January 17, 2009 Author Share Posted January 17, 2009 Chapter 4: Arrival I don't know how many times I faded in and out on my travels to my new home, but each time I seemed to have wet and or soiled the diapers I was wearing the stentch was really bad in the back of the van. I could feel wetness under my legs and butt. I just knew that I had over taxed the diapers I was put in back at the courthouse and transfer center. My suspicions were validated, when the side door to the van opened and the guards were wearing gloves and head to toe rubber outfits. As I was slowly released from the confines of the van, my feet and ankles and the strap across my chest and arms. The blood started to flow again into the extremities of my arms, but my legs were almost like rubber. How could such a short ride render my legs nearly useless? What I had no idea of, was that I had not been in the van for just a few hours, I had been in a simulator for nearly three months and my muscles had completely atrophied to that of a newborn and now I was being removed from the simulator and taken into the prison, general orientation population. As a new arrival, I was wearing a bright white jumpsuit and thick, thirsty diapers, but I also noticed something different. I was also wearing either rubber or vinyl pants, probably to contain any damage that I was evidently putting into them. As I exited the van, I felt one of the women, grip and firmly hold my butt, which caused the contents of my diapers to be pressed and smeared all over my back and front side. She commented, "this one is progressing quite nicely. He's really got a surprise for mommy in here" and she squeezed. I was helpless to resist and the thought of attempting to run or escape was out of the question, since my legs were totally useless. I was quickly placed into what I thought was a wheelchair, but noticed some slight modifications. The seat was shaped like a toilet seat and padded.There were padded cuffs on the handles to secure the rider. There were also leg and ankle restraints on it for probably similar reasoning. It was then I noticed hanging from the side of chair two IV poles and bags hanging from both of them. After I was securly in the chair, one of the guards distracted me by bending over and giving me a cleavage shot, while the other one slipped into my mouth a feeding gag and strapped it behind my head making it impossible for me to dislodge it. Then I started tasting sweet and bitter combinations of fluid going into my mouth. To keep from drowning I started swallowing and very soon I was in a rhythm again, sucking, filling, swallowing, over and over until the bags were being drained of their contents and going into my kidneys and stomach. The cute blonde that flashed me said, "you're probably wondering what nouishing and nutrishous little goodies you're enjoying? Aren't you?" I could speak, so I nodded. She said, "well the sweet is a bulk forming fiber, that's completley oderless and tasteless. We added sweetner to make it more addictive." Then she said, "the bitter is a potent muscle relaxant and diuretic that is slowing and completely undoing all of your potty training bABy boy. It's absorbed into the muscle tissue and after a few years of it, it will render you totally and completly diaper dependent and there is NO reversal, none, nada, nix" Oh, the other piped in, "and you may be wondering why your legs are useless after only a few hour ride bABy?" "Well, you see, the ride here was over nearly three months ago, you've been in our on site simulator, ever since your arrival nearly three months ago. We knocked you out, changed your diapers and continued your training, all while you were totally unaware. Now your psychological implants are a permanent part of your psychological memories and the subliminal's that you are cued by, are so engrained in your psyche, that any woman can render to total and helpless toilet control of a newborn or toddler with just two cues." I'm sure the look on my face was priceless as the second guard with a digital camera took two or three rapid fire pictures of my facial expressions as I began to realize what I was just told. Just then the cute blonde reached between my legs and squeezed my diapers and I could feel the wetness. Then she said, " oh and by the way, your little manhood, is bABy sized too." I just started to weep and cry. The blonde pulled my head into her breasts and said, "oh and these will be put of good use too bABy with your suckling experience." When she said this, it was like someone filled my head with the NEED to suckle a woman's teat and it kept getting stronger and stronger. I noticed I was helplessly drooling and slobbering around the feeding gag. The blonde commented, "yes, I think the suckling cue is well engrained in this little one's brain." Then she commented, "Peeeu, it smells like a rank nursery." I felt my bowels open up and the contents just empty into my diapers and spread all over my backside and up my back. The blonde reached behind and pulled the back of my diaper and pants back and took a whiff and commented, "the messy diaper cue works really well too." then giggled She then reached down and grabbed my crotch and said, "are you a big boy?" I felt my muscles grow weaker and weaker until my bladder collapsed and drained into my diaper, leaking and running out onto the concrete floor. It was the brunette that made the next comment, "he's quite the tinkler and the bladder release cue works wonders." I kept trying to focus on keeping any assemblence of manhood alive, but it seemed the more I tried to fight it the weaker I seemed to be becoming and my bladder and bowels emptied what little had accumulated into my diapers again. As we rounded a corner, I noticed a woman, tall and built like a brick shithouse, wearing 4" patent leather pumps, a A Frame white dress, silk stockings and a tight blouse with an extreme amount of cleavage showing. Red pouty lips, strong round, firm hips, strong chisled chin and facial features, well manicured hands and nails with a riding crop. She approached me and said, "are you a big boy?" I wanted to blurt out, "Yes Bitch I am.", but with the gag in place I just nodded up and down, as I felt my bladder and bowels attempt to empty once again into my diapers. She took her riding crop and placed it under my chin and said, "most big boys I know, aren't wearing obviously wet and from the smell, poopie diapers, do they now?" I shook my head no! She said, "so if you're not a big boy, then what are you?" and she signaled the guards to remove the feeder gag. In my head I said, "Bitch, I'm the man that's going to bring you to your knees." But what I heard was, "Only bABies wear and use diapers for their potty, therefore by process of elimination in my diapers, I therefore must be a bABy ma'am." The confirmation cue is well seated by his last comment, the warden commented. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled a small cannister out of it and sprayed it into my face. The lights went dim and I started hearing those feminine voices again... Link to comment
Fulldiaper Posted January 17, 2009 Author Share Posted January 17, 2009 Chapter 5: Prison Orientation The voices continued over and over and over in my head. It wasn't that it was unpleasant, I didn't have anywhere else to be anytime soon anyway. I just didn't know how much time or what time was anymore. They were keeping me completely off balance, diapered and apparentely quite effectively. When I became lucid and able to focus, I was still in the make shift wheelchair and the blonde and brunette were also there, but something was different and I couldn't put my finger on it. My legs were still useless and I as still diapered and wearing that same jumpsuit that I arrived in nearly three months ago....or was it? I was wheeled into a room with other white suited men and women seated in similar positions as I was. Then the lights went dim and the big white screen in front of me came to life with images, pretty colors, and symbols and letters, I couldn't understand, but they kept repeating over and over...then a fine thin mist started to infiltrate the room and I noticed that one by one, we were all nodding out in our chairs. Then there was a heavenly voice that came into my head again. She kept repeating things I couldn't understand, but I didn't feel uncomfortable or scared by her words. Over and over over and over over and over, she kept repeating the same phrases and words, that I couldn't understand,and then a pretty face appeared on the screen in front of me. I had to watch the pretty face, she was smiling down at me. I was in a crib and I was cranky. Why was I cranky? I know I'm hungry! No, I'm not hungry, ... I'm wet and smelly... Nope, I'm comfortable and dry... Why was I cranky? Then she reaches down and picks me up. I feel so small and helpless, but also so safe and secure. She holds me tight to her breasts and I can feel the warmth and I began to feel sleepy again. Just as I see her smile at me, the mist again fills the room and I can hear heavenly voices in my head. I know I have to listen to the voices and do what she's telling to do. I can't fight it, I can't resist. I must obey all women and never harm them again. If I think of harming a woman, I will immediately loose all muscle control and I'll wet myself first, and if the anger doesn't subside, my bowels will collapse and empty themselves also! Anytime I see a naked woman, I will have only thoughts of nursing at her breasts and being her bABy boy. I will be unable to get or maintain an errection in the pressence of woman, until she says, "time to please mommy!" Then I will be able to maintain a constant errection, but will want to orally please her first, multiple times. If when she is pleasured and exausted, she may at her discretion assume the female superior position and continue to pleasure her- self with my manhood. I will however be able to achieve climax, until I am placed into a thick absorbent diaper and give the cue then of, "are you a big boy?" My pensis will engorge and my body will tremble and I will climax with the force of a tsunami hitting land, at which time, my bladder and bowels will also errupt into my diapers, co-mingling with my semen! After that I will have an insatiable desire to suckle at the woman's breast and cuddle, until I and she fall into a slumber and awake! Link to comment
Alice-chan Posted January 18, 2009 Share Posted January 18, 2009 OMG. Moar plz! The Angel of Hope, Alice Link to comment
Baby Johnny Posted January 21, 2009 Share Posted January 21, 2009 Nice update. I really enjoyed it. Thanks! Link to comment
Fulldiaper Posted January 28, 2009 Author Share Posted January 28, 2009 Chapter 6: Prison Life My days are a continuous blur. Each day like the last, eat, wet and mess, sleep, eat, wet and mess and sleep, then eat, wet and mess and finally night diapers and more sleep. My bladder and bowels are completely useless and have totally atrophied into the control of a newborn baby. I can't keep anything inside me. I eat and it seems right afterwards, it ends up in my diapers. I'm now nursing three to five times a day and given drugs I'm sure, but I'm so blissfully happy, that I don't know or don't care that they're turning me into their sweet little bABy boy that will never get out of diapers, and frankly has no desire to. One day, I don't know how long into my sentence, I saw a group of men that I had never seen before. I was told by my nanny that they were multiple offenders and they were to be deprogramed and returned to infancy for the rest of their natural born days, with the mind of a two year old, till the day they died. She said, "they'll be filling their diapers and sucking on a paci or ba-ba for the rest of their natural days on this earth, more than likely at one of the rehabilitation nursery's and possibly adopted by one of women they are assigned to, or worse, they may be programed to be men that don't know they're incontinent and undergo the humiliation course, where they'll never regain continence, but will not remember it, until cued by a woman. Then they'll want their nice soft diapers, to wet and mess in uncontrollably until they're given the grow up cue, which will return them to adult thought status, but still no potty privileges." She continued, "it also makes them have an aversion to any toilet or bathroom, even a childs potty will cause severe and total incontinence for days, with them having no memory of it. They'll be working and suddenly their pants will be soaked or they'll find a nice surprise in the seat of their big boy pants and need to be put in diapers and have a strong desire to be diapered and dominated by a strong woman and even suckled at her breasts." I swallowed and was thankful I wasn't in that group! She went on to say, "they're implanted with a small device in their anal cavity that turns all the fecal matter to bABy poop consistancy or they can be constipated and require suppositories or even an enema to evacuate their bowels into their pants or diaper bABy. Also their bladders are surgically shrunk to that of a newborn. Any volume of fluids will go right through them into their pants or diapers bABy." Then what she said next caused me to fill my diaper. She said, "the anal implant is equipped with a fiber generator to insure plenty of surprises for bABy and his new mommy, if she so desires." and started laughing when she sniffed and said, "just like my bABy did." She reached down and squeezed the contents in the seat of my diaper and started to get aroused and she said, "bABy likes mommy playing with his diapers, doesn't he?" I moaned and mumbled, "yes ma'am." She continued until I climaxed and pushed another type of load into my already sodden diapers. Little did I know this was pavlov conditioning to insure that I not only remained in diapers using them as intended, but they were a pleasurable experience and would insure my desire to keep pleasing my captors and wearing my diapers obediently. I then noticed another group of what I thought were women, but I was corrected by my nanny. She said, "those are repeat rapeist and sexual molestors that are being converted into women or transexuals or transvestites and placed into general population with the non-bABy population. Their punishment will be severe and swift as usual and most will end up in diapers, due to being non-anal retentive bABy. But it will be anything but pleasurable bABy." The last one, was trussed all up and you could tell he was wearing a diaper, but this diaper covered him from his neck to his ankles and you could also tell is was full and rank. She said, "he's a child molestor and pedophile. He will be reduced to the mind of child and placed into the general population, diapered as he is." The last comments caused a chill to run down my spine and another soft load to deposit in the seat of my already taxed diapers and nanny just laughed and said, "you don't have anything to worry about bABy, your training is coming along nicely and more than likely, you'll be eligible for early adoptive release to a Dommy Mommy, or maybe I'll adopt you bABy?" I blushed and said, "would you?" without even hesitating. She said, "you know I would honey, now let's get you into a nice clean diaper, so you can doo it all over again." I blushed even more! Link to comment
Alice-chan Posted January 29, 2009 Share Posted January 29, 2009 Continue for god's sake. Its getting juicy. The Angel of Hope, Alice Link to comment
Baby Johnny Posted January 29, 2009 Share Posted January 29, 2009 Great update. Please keep them coming. Thanks! Link to comment
mblues Posted February 11, 2010 Share Posted February 11, 2010 OMG, wonderful story! Thank you! Love everything but especially the helpless desire to breastfeed and the drooling. I would love to see a prisoner try to resist the breast compulsion as he is teased and it gets more and more overwhelming. Link to comment
Cute Baby Posted February 11, 2010 Share Posted February 11, 2010 Please Please do carry this on as soon as possible Link to comment
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